by Ivy Barrett
“Take it, baby. In a few minutes this will be my cock.” He rotated his hand, screwing his fingers inward, then slowly drawing them out. She sighed as the pressure eased, but he only paused a second before stretching her all over again.
Fascinated by the graphic sight, Bron forgot what he was doing. Then LeAuntiez gave him a mental nudge and Bron shook away the sensual haze. Waiting for LeAuntiez to finish his long, slow stroke, Bron positioned his fingers at her other entrance. LeAuntiez paused with his fingers deep in her ass.
Ready?
Bron nodded, then drove his fingers into her pussy as LeAuntiez pulled nearly out.
“Oh, God.” She shivered, hands clutching the blanket. “Is that… both of you?”
“That’s right.” LeAuntiez fisted the back of her hair and drew her head up. “I’m fucking your ass and Bron’s fucking your pussy, just like it will be when we claim you.” He thrust harder, his rhythm faster, and he didn’t let go of her hair. He kept her head up and used her hair to gain leverage for his thrusts.
She cried out, gasped and moaned. But the wet sounds of their fingers, and the emotions surging across their link, assured Bron that they weren’t hurting her. This was about domination and control. They wanted her to feel utterly possessed.
A harsh sob broke from her throat and LeAuntiez paused. “Are you in pain?”
Bron scanned her mind, as did LeAuntiez no doubt. She shook her head, but kept on sobbing. LeAuntiez pulled his fingers out, so Bron did the same. Then LeAuntiez tugged lightly on her hair. “Up.” Her trembling body unfolded until her weight rested entirely on her knees and shins. She looked at LeAuntiez, then Bron, tears streaming down her face.
“Why are you crying?” Bron asked.
“I don’t want to like being treated like this. It makes me feel… like you’re brainwashing me. How else could I enjoy being used? This isn’t just rough sex. He told me not to come, that makes this masochistic.”
LeAuntiez pressed his clean hand against her face and kissed her slowly, deeply as he filled her mind with affection. “You are not weak, nor have you ceased to think for yourself. But your body is owned. It is ours to give pleasure to, or take pleasure from whenever and however we desire.”
Bron agreed with LeAuntiez entirely, but there was a fundamental truth he was avoiding. “Kyla.” He waited until she looked at him to add, “You get wet whenever we discipline you. Gods above, you came when LeAuntiez spanked you for the very first time. You are a masochist, but there is no shame, no perversion in your need for pain.”
She closed her eyes and her lips started trembling, but she shed no more tears. “That’s not easy for a human to accept.”
“We understand that.” LeAuntiez moved his hand to her throat, the impulse automatic and possessive. “But I am not human, nor is Bron. We cannot soften our expectations or we are not being honest with you.”
“I know,” she whispered, then opened her eyes. “And I need to be honest with myself. I like being punished. I need this as much as you two.”
She started to turn back around and resume her earlier position, but LeAuntiez shook his head and pushed to his feet, opening the front of his uniform pants. “I want your mouth.”
She licked her lips and offered her mouth for his use. She didn’t touch him, did nothing but close her soft lips around his hardened length and keep her head tilted slightly back. He lightly fisted the back of her hair and fucked her mouth, his gaze locked with hers.
Though the act was harsh, even savage, Bron could feel the emotions LeAuntiez shared with each punishing thrust of his hips. Bron watched surrender gradually reshape her expression. LeAuntiez slid in deeper with each demanding thrust. She relaxed in his hold and submitted, trusting him to take care of her. It was brutally erotic and thrilling in a way that left Bron aching.
Soon she was taking LeAuntiez’s entire length. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but her expression was serene, almost euphoric. Humans called this sub space. She was the quintessential submissive female giving pleasure to her mate. Suddenly, LeAuntiez pulled out of her mouth and whipped her around. She landed on her hands and knees, and he came on her ass.
Bron watched the jets of milky seed splash her smooth cheeks. Savage instincts, demanding need pulsed deep inside him. He wanted to scent mark her too, to come on her breasts and belly, paint her pussy and ass with so much cum she’d never wash it all away. Turning his head and closing his eyes, he struggled for control. LeAuntiez had used her harshly. She would need something different now.
She made a throaty sound that Bron couldn’t identify, so he turned back around and opened his eyes. LeAuntiez knelt in the grass beside her. He’d rotated her torso so he could reach her mouth. Her knees still faced to the side, but LeAuntiez kissed her deeply. And his hands slid over her body, one in front and one behind, touching her everywhere while his tongue moved in her mouth.
Unable to remain a spectator any longer, Bron quickly shed his uniform. They always remained clothed when they disciplined her and he wanted her to understand that her punishment was over. He knelt on the blanket and waited for LeAuntiez to come up for air, then Bron guided her head toward him and fit his mouth over hers. She raised her hands to his chest, stroking him boldly. Her hunger surged across their link, making Bron moan.
LeAuntiez undressed as fast as he could, then pressed against her back. He cupped her breasts while Bron gently explored her soaked pussy. “Come, baby,” LeAuntiez murmured against her hair. “I want you to come for Bron.”
Understanding the subtle suggestion, Bron flicked her clit with his finger, quickly bringing her to orgasm. She clutched his arms and separated their mouths as she cried out with each sharp spasm.
LeAuntiez sat on the blanket, then scooted back, pulling Kyla with him. She reclined against LeAuntiez’s chest. Bron waited to see what the Celestian had in mind. Desperate to be inside her, yet intrigued by his podmate’s dark mood. LeAuntiez caught the backs of her knees and drew her legs up then out. He draped her calves over his thighs, then parted his legs, making room for Bron.
“I want to watch you eat her pussy, then fuck her fast and hard,” LeAuntiez told him with a wicked smile. “Then you can watch me fuck her tight little ass.”
More than happy to oblige, Bron crawled forward, mesmerized by the display. She spread before him like a willing sacrifice to some ancient fertility god. Her breasts thrust toward him and her legs were open wide, drawing his attention to her wet pussy. He paused to enjoy her breasts, squeezing the full mounds, savoring their velvety texture before zeroing in on her responsive nipples. She moaned and wiggled as he sucked on and lightly pinched the sensitive buds. But the scent of her arousal soon drew his attention to the softness between her thighs.
He kissed his way across her belly as he teased her inner thighs with his fingertips, building her anticipation as well as his hunger for her taste. LeAuntiez took over with her breasts, keeping her restless and needy while Bron moved on. Bron kissed and licked her now bare mound, remembering how embarrassed she’d been when they insisted on removing the hair themselves. Her skin was so much more fun to nuzzle and lick without the distracting hair. He rubbed his lips over her sex, then slowly parted her folds with his tongue.
She tensed and groaned, holding perfectly still as Bron boldly explored every crease and furrow of her wet pussy. Her face was shadowed by LeAuntiez’s broad chest, so Bron opened his mind, saturating his being with her emotions. This was so much more than physical for her, for them. She reveled in the warm tingles, the building urgency. But more important, she entrusted them with her pleasure, her future, her happiness. She might not be ready to tell them, but their feisty little human was falling in love. All they had to do was fan the flames.
He grew bolder, more aggressive in response to her rising arousal. The more she whimpered and moaned, the deeper he thrust his tongue into her soft pink core. His thumb covered her clit and rubbed in a circular pattern that soon had her rocking her hips.
Desperate to feel her come again, yet needing to be inside her even more, he lunged upward, arching over her torso. Their faces were inches apart as he pushed his cock into her pussy. She stared up at him, lips parted, gaze liquid and welcoming.
“Mine,” he growled, unable to confine the word inside his mind. Bron glanced at LeAuntiez and amended, “Ours.”
Then his control snapped and he couldn’t temper the frantic rocking of his hips. She felt so good. Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest and her inner muscles rippled and tightened around his shaft. He dragged his cock all the way out, only to thrust it back inside. She gasped and arched, offering him everything she had to give, her perfect body and clever mind, her loving soul and tender heart. She entrusted everything to him and LeAuntiez. The realization was humbling.
His pace sped as his balls tingled, drawing up tightly against him. He didn’t want this to end, wanted to fuck her forever.
“I need to… Please, can I—”
“Yes!” He shouted the word, desperate to feel her pleasure.
Orgasm claimed her then and her inner walls squeezed his shaft. The rhythmic ripples drew him deeper into her warmth, all but sucking the cum right out of his body. He cried out helplessly as he came deep inside her.
They stared into each other’s eyes as the pleasure swept over them. Sensations and emotions flowed freely across their link. LeAuntiez groaned as the waves spilled over into his mind. Unable to speak, Bron wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and covered her mouth with his. Their kiss was slow and communicative, demonstrating the peace and contentment unfurling in the wake of their pleasure.
LeAuntiez grew restless behind Kyla. He lightly pinched her nipples and nuzzled the side of her neck.
“I think someone is ready for his turn,” she whispered against Bron’s parted lips.
“Did you hear what he plans to do?” Bron pulled back enough to look at her. “Are you ready to have your virgin ass fucked?”
She licked her lips and shivered. “A week ago I would have said absolutely not, but you two make me want things I’ve never even considered before.”
“Well, I’m more than ready.” LeAuntiez rubbed his hardened length against her back.
Twisting her torso around, she looked at him and smiled. “I trust you to make me want it.”
“Challenge accepted.” He looked past her and playfully glared at Bron. “As soon as your other mate gets his selfish ass off your gorgeous body.”
Chapter Seven
LeAuntiez, the most esthetically perfect being Kyla had ever seen, had just said her body was gorgeous. And the most astonishing part was, because of their psychic link, she knew he meant it. The insecurity she’d battled her entire life evaporated as warmth and affection filled her soul. She might be considered full figured on Earth, but her mates thought she was perfect.
Bron gently pulled out of her pussy and Kyla hissed, closing her eyes against the sudden emptiness.
“Did I hurt you?”
The concern in Bron’s deep voice made her open her eyes. “Just missing you already,” she assured him.
LeAuntiez shifted position behind her, maneuvering his long legs beneath him. Then he urged her up off the blanket. She started to kneel as well, but he turned her around instead. “I want to see your face,” he explained.
Preferring the intimacy of face-to-face positions, Kyla had no objection. She reclined, much as she’d done before, but Bron supported her back this time and LeAuntiez was about to fuck her. Fuck her ass, she corrected with a shiver. She looked at his long, thick shaft and felt a moment of panic.
“You can do this,” Bron assured. “This is why we made you wear the butt plug, so this wouldn’t hurt.”
“I know, but… Dear God, look at him.”
Both men laughed, but LeAuntiez pushed one of his hands into her hair and kissed her slowly, deeply. I won’t hurt you, love. But you have to trust me.
I do. I trust you. To illustrate her point, she reached down and caught the backs of her knees, then lifted her legs, spreading her knees to either side of her chest and rolling her hips up off the blanket. Her body was open, pussy and ass blatantly offered to LeAuntiez.
With a throaty growl, the Celestian accepted the invitation. He grabbed the bottle of lube he’d dropped to the ground by the bench and quickly coated his cock. Then he drizzled the cool gel into the crease between her bottom cheeks. She held still while he prepared her, using his long middle finger to spread the gel around and into her tightly puckered hole.
“Look at me,” LeAuntiez ordered as he positioned himself to breach her. “Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
As if her position didn’t answer that question. Apparently he needed to hear the words. “Yes. I want this. I want you both, so I need to get used to this.”
“Say it,” Bron urged, whispering the command into her ear. “Say, ‘LeAuntiez, please fuck my ass.’”
She swallowed awkwardly, then took a deep breath and met LeAuntiez’s sapphire gaze. “LeAuntiez, please push your cock inside my ass and fuck me hard.”
His gaze narrowed and his hands moved to her hips. Then he entered her with slow, yet firm pressure. Her sphincter spread, reluctantly opening around him. He took his time, gaze growing cloudy and distant as her body surrendered to his.
“Gods above, you’re tight.” He gritted his teeth and advanced until his flared head disappeared inside her.
She understood his struggle, wasn’t sure if she wanted to swing her hips and force his entire length into her back passage or jerk away and insist that he stop. He decided for her, advancing in a sudden drive that took her breath away. Deeper and deeper he surged, filling her as she’d never been filled before.
Soon his body pressed flush against hers and his entire length was lodged deep inside her. She instinctively tightened her inner muscles, then moaned. The fullness was almost painful. It made her restless and wild.
He paused, brushing her hair back from her face as he stared into her eyes. She hooked her legs around his lean waist and continued to squeeze him with her passage, hoping he’d take the hint and start moving. Instead, he eased his hand between her legs and lightly rubbed her clit.
“Come for me, love.” LeAuntiez’s voice was coaxing again. Apparently whatever had driven his aggression earlier was satisfied. “It will help you relax.”
Fuck relaxing. She needed it hard and fast. She rotated her hips, dragging herself up and down his shaft. It felt similar to vaginal penetration, yet harsher, more invasive. Desire spiraled through her mind then cascaded through her body. Hers or his? She honestly couldn’t tell.
Suddenly LeAuntiez grabbed her hips and pinned her to the blanket. “I said come! I’ll fuck you when I’m ready and not before.”
With an exasperated cry, she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensual slide of his finger around and over her clit. She tossed her head, needing motion so badly it was almost impossible to remain still. Bron pinched her nipples, pulling on them as he applied pressure, so the release rebounded through her chest. She cried out again. They held her down, controlling each sensation, forcing her to feel only what they wanted her to feel.
“Give it to me,” LeAuntiez demanded. He slowly, ever so slowly, pulled back until only his cock head remained inside her. “Now!” He slammed into her ass as he lightly pinched her clit.
Violent pleasure exploded between her legs and she arched clear off the blanket, screaming helplessly. Her inner muscles contracted over and over, tightening her other passage around his cock.
LeAuntiez groaned, no longer able to deny himself. He rocked his hips, sliding in and out of her tight body. With just a few rotations, he found a moderate rhythm that pleased them both, offering her the motion she so desperately needed while allowing him to prolong the experience.
She tried to lift her eyelids, but a detailed image formed within her mind, drawing her deeper into their mutual link. She could see her opening st
retched tight around LeAuntiez’s thrusting shaft. He pushed in, burying his entire length, then pulled back, drawing nearly out. The angle and hunger surging along with the vision told her the image was coming from Bron. He watched every move LeAuntiez made, imagining that it was him filling her so completely. But, surprisingly, she sensed no jealousy, just a vague sense of anticipation.
The close-up reality of what they were doing was so animalistic, so savage that she blinked her eyes open and looked at LeAuntiez instead. His eyes were closed now, head thrown back, and his jaw was clenched against the building pleasure. She touched his mind, allowing his consuming need to spike her libido.
Urgency built inside her, but she couldn’t move in their current position. “Please.” Longing propelled the word from her mouth. She tried to lift her hips, match his movements, but he wouldn’t let her. He held her down, controlling her pleasure. Controlling her. He needed her surrender, her submission, wouldn’t be satisfied until she let go.
LeAuntiez opened his eyes, his gaze warm and caressing. Then a wave of affection swelled up and over his driving hunger. His mouth crashed down on top of hers, his tongue immediately pushing between her lips. He thrust his cock deep one final time and shook as pleasure blasted through his body. His mouth moved over and into hers as his mind whispered, I love you, mate. I love you so damn much.
His powerful orgasm combined with his tender words shattered her control. She clung to him with her arms and legs as his cock bucked inside her. Then his mind-voice offered the words she’d been aching to hear. She knew they desired her, wanted to mate with her, but love? Finding love didn’t happen for chubby clerks from the boring suburbs, certainly not with males like these.
With obvious reluctance, LeAuntiez released her mouth and raised his head. “You all right?” He glanced down to where their bodies joined. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head, still too stunned to speak.
