Cherished by Two

by Morticia Knight

  “Another finger, Nary. Use more moistener and ease it in slowly.”

  Chris clenched. Lasar laid a hand across his abdomen, let it settle there without any movement.

  “Breathe, sweet boy. We won’t give you any more than you can take, but we will take you farther than you might believe you can handle. Put your trust in your Ahnas. Give yourself to us.”

  Chris exhaled on a long sigh as he let go. His body vibrated from the effort of keeping his climax at bay, sweat joining the tears that still flowed freely. The moment he accepted that Nary and Lasar had him, that he was safe in their keeping, the soul match brought him closer in spirit to his Ahnas.

  He continued to breathe deeply, his mates and their love surrounding him as Nary stretched him more open than he would’ve thought possible. His legs remained bent, pulled back as he instinctively made his body as accessible as possible to their exploration. Gradually, his muscles tired, so he draped one leg over Nary’s arm, the other over Lasar’s.

  If only I could touch them.

  “Not yet, boy. When we allow it. Submit to us.”

  He realized that it would take a while. It had become apparent that whatever game he’d hoped to play at the Palm Springs club, he hadn’t understood the true depth of what it meant to give himself to another being.

  A fourth finger prodded at his opening and he tensed again.

  “Let me in, boy. I have you.”

  Chris whimpered at the intense stretch as Lasar pushed it in until he was next to his other finger and Nary’s two. They both softened his rim, widening him then finger-fucking him deeper.

  “Nasha, use the smaller cone-shaped plug. That should get him fully ready for me later.”

  Oh God.

  It kept getting better and better.

  Nary added additional slick to Chris’ entrance, and both his mates slowly removed their fingers. Almost simultaneously, one of them pressed a resistant object against his hole.

  This is the smaller one? He shivered at the thought of what else they might want to stuff inside his body. As the plug was slowly worked into his passage, Chris tried not to tense. Lasar gently rubbed his abdomen, the back of his hand occasionally brushing against Chris’ overly sensitive tip.

  “Breathe through it, boy. Accept it.”

  The final, largest section stretched him to what he was sure was his limit before sliding all the way in. His rim snapped shut around it, with something he assumed was akin to a handle preventing the object from becoming irretrievable.

  Both his mates went back to caressing him as he clenched and released around the plug, Lasar kissing his neck while Nary played with his nipples. Lasar took his mouth right as Nary rose from the bed again. Chris melted into the kiss, so lost in the closeness he was sharing with Lasar that Nary’s return startled him.

  He cried out at the extreme coldness on his nipple, the sound muffled by Lasar’s lips still moving over his own. Chris yanked harshly at his restraints as Nary gave his other nip that same treatment. Nary repeated the action two more times on each one, then exhaled his hot breath on the cold bits of flesh. Chris thrashed with his legs, yelling as Lasar ended the kiss.

  “Now his haro, Nasha.”

  Chris let out a desperate gasp. “No way! Are you crazy?” He shrieked right as the ice touched his cockhead. “Oh my God, this is insane.”

  Nary circled the melting piece around his tip, the tight binds of the harness confining his dick and sac, keeping him hard. Drops of water trailed down his shaft as the ice melted against his heated flesh, his breathing picking up a quicker pace while he struggled to get away from the frozen torture. Lasar held down his legs right as Nary ceased tormenting him.

  Why is he stopping me from kicking after the fact?

  “Holy shit!”

  Nary’s fiery mouth encased his cock, sucking and pulling on the stiff length. Chris squeezed out tears that had filled his eyes from the severe contrast of iciness on his skin that had instantly switched to a searing heat.

  “Yes, Nasha. Suck him good. Make him beg for release.”

  Chris lost control, the hum that connected them all swallowing him up as strongly as Nary did. The more he wiggled, the more the plug nudged his gland to the point where he doubted he could hold back, harness or not. His nuts tightened, but right as the spark of climax ignited at the base of his spine, Nary let Chris’ erection fall from his lips. Chris no longer had the strength to verbally protest the loss, the exhaustion of hanging on to his orgasm too overwhelming.

  Lasar groaned. “You’re both so beautiful together.” Lasar tugged on the ties binding his wrists to the headboard. “I need your ass now, Nasha. You can finish him while I take it.”

  Been waiting for that show. He’d be pissed if they didn’t take off the blindfold.

  As if he’d picked up on Chris’ thoughts, Nary removed the fabric covering his eyes. He squinted against the sudden light, even though it was lower than normal. Nary kissed him while Lasar massaged his shoulders and wrists.

  “Boy, help me prepare Nary’s ass to receive my cock.”

  Chris couldn’t imagine how he could be that much of a help. He had no idea what he was doing—other than what he’d watched in the few porn flicks he’d seen—but he was more than willing to try.

  “Where do you want me, Master?”

  Lasar gave him a lopsided grin. “So obedient.” Lasar pointed to the other side of the mattress. “I want you there after you retrieve the moistener from the side table.” Lasar glanced down at Chris’ imprisoned junk then back up again. “And I would be careful once you do take your seat.” Lasar regarded Nary. “Nasha, on your hands and knees facing the end of the bed.”

  Chris did as he was told, his focus on his cock and balls but forgetting about the plug until he was abruptly reminded as he sat down. He didn’t care for the smirk on Lasar’s face, however, he decided it was in his best interest not to make a remark.

  “Very good.” Lasar’s voice had become huskier. “My Nashas both so eager to do my will. I’m honored.” Lasar indicated toward the black jar containing the lubrication. “Thank you, boy. Before I begin, would you like to taste Nary’s ass?”

  Chris gave Lasar a jerky nod. He wanted to make Nary feel as good as Lasar had made Chris feel the night before. He rose onto his knees while Lasar pulled Nary’s cheeks apart, then dragged his tongue up Nary’s crease. He remembered how Lasar had teased his hole, so he did the same to Nary, flicking his tongue quickly. The spicy, sweet aroma of Alasharian arousal filled the room and Nary moaned, his hips gently thrusting as Chris ate him more enthusiastically.

  I did that. I gave him pleasure.

  Awareness of his own sensual power filled him as the distinct vibration of Nary’s frequency within the match surged.

  Lasar pulled Chris off Nary by his hair. The sting gave Chris a sharp thrill.

  “Now watch. I’ll have you add your fingers once I’m in.” Lasar scooped up a generous amount of slick before smearing it over Nary’s entrance, then pushed the tip of one finger past his rim to work some inside. Lasar sank the digit in as far as he could. “Now, you join me. Chris, do exactly as I did.”

  Chris followed Lasar’s orders, but right as he was about to penetrate Nary, he paused. He chewed on his lower lip. It’s not like my small finger can hurt him, right? I mean, he’s hardly new at this the way I am.

  “Boy, breach him now. Slide your finger in next to mine.”

  Chris glanced up at Lasar, his worry obviously showing.

  “You won’t cause him any pain, Chris.” Lasar smirked again. “Although I doubt he’d have a problem with that.”

  Chris wrinkled his nose. He was definitely not Dom material. Nothing about hurting Nary, or Nary enjoying it, did anything for him. But I like it. He frowned. At least I think I do. Hair pulling and porn watching was one thing. It remained to be seen how he felt about pain when things got real.

  Once he’d slickened up again, just to be sure, he urged his finger inside Nar
y. It slid alongside Lasar’s and he marveled at how Nary’s tight rim stretched around them, how it gripped his and Lasar’s fingers together.

  “Now, we each add another one.”

  Chris nodded, excited and fascinated by what they were doing to Nary. He realized that the act itself wasn’t that unusual. It was that he was doing it for the first time.

  “Fuck him, Chris. Push in and out at the same time as I do.”

  Soon they were in rhythm, Nary responding with low moans the deeper they went. Lasar twisted his wrist and Chris tried to mimic him. Nary rolled his hips, clenching around their fingers as if trying to keep them trapped inside his body. Chris’ cock throbbed, the sight of Nary’s hole being spread wide, his and Lasar’s glistening fingers driving in and out of Nary’s ass the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Better than any Internet porn.

  “That’s enough, he’s ready for me.” Lasar glanced at Chris as he removed his fingers from Nary’s passage. “And I imagine you’re also ready for some relief.”

  Chris had no idea whether he should respond or not. He didn’t want to jinx Lasar’s decision.

  Lasar raised his eyebrows. “If you’re not, you can wear the harness for the rest of the day.”

  Chris almost choked. “No, Master. I mean, yes.” He cleared his throat. “Yes, I’m ready for relief.” He added a wide smile for effect.

  Lasar barked out a laugh. “Yes, I’m quite sure you are.” He leaned down then swiped his tongue through Chris’ mouth before straightening again. “And I am, too.” Lasar smacked Nary’s ass. “Scoot back to give Chris room to lie on the end of the mattress.” Nary followed Lasar’s instructions as Lasar gestured to Chris. “On your back but prop yourself up on your elbows. That way you can watch me fuck Nary while he sucks your cock.”

  I’m not gonna last.

  “Yes you are, boy. Consider this the beginning of your training.”

  “Okay, Master.” Chris hurried to do Lasar’s bidding, hoping he hadn’t just ruined his chances of coming that night.

  Once he was in position, his knees bent and heels planted on either side of Nary’s arms, Lasar moved behind Nary. The moment he plunged into Nary’s ass, Nary grunted and jerked forward, his eyes rolling back. Lasar grabbed Nary’s hips and set up a vigorous pace of pounding him until a fine sheen of sweat covered them both. Chris clutched at the sheets, curling his fingers in the fabric at the stunning sight of his two mates fucking.

  His cock pulsed within the confines of the harness and he ached for completion. A small string of pre-cum dropped from his slit, the head of his dick a deep scarlet from his desperate need.

  Lasar plunged hard into Nary then paused, his breathing frantic. He gasped out his orders. “Swallow him, Nary, suck him good for me. When I tell you, release his ties.” Lasar locked his gaze on Chris. “Don’t come until he releases them.”

  Chris tried to answer, but only whimpered instead. One corner of Lasar’s mouth twitched. “That’s my good boy.”

  Lasar pressed down on Nary’s neck, and Nary clamped his lips around Chris’ heated length. Chris jerked his hips in response, slamming his head back on the bed. Nary rasped his tongue around the end of his dick, then pulled on it, the suction of Nary’s mouth an exquisite agony he couldn’t fulfill, yet couldn’t escape either.

  Soon Lasar’s harsh thrusts shoved Nary onto his cock until Chris was being swallowed repeatedly. He wanted to fuck, needed it, but remained still, allowed Nary to have the control. Lasar rammed Nary harder as he leaned farther over him. He reached around with one hand and grabbed Nary’s dick.

  “Nasha, remove the harness.” Lasar regarded him. “Fuck his mouth, boy. Take what you want.”

  Chris rode the waves of pleasure that flowed between them, the soul match hum embracing them as they climbed higher and higher, connected as one being.

  “Now!”

  Nary swallowed around his cock again right as Lasar froze and roared out his release. Chris grabbed bunches of Nary’s hair and shot down his throat, the pulses of cum almost violent as he finally got the climax he’d been so anxious for. Chris slumped onto the bed, completely spent from their lovemaking.

  He lay there in a dreamy haze, only vaguely aware as his body was manipulated and moved. Chris melted into the embrace of Lasar and Nary, both of them Master, or Ahna to his Nasha. It had been a trying morning, but his body was sated and his spirit rejuvenated from the physical bonding with his mates.

  His mind drifted to the words the Healer had spoken. He tried to focus, tried to remember all that he’d been told—what little of it there had been. He fought the satisfied exhaustion pulling him under, but he had neither the energy to revel in the beautiful joining he’d just shared Lasar and Nary, or to ponder the fate of the humans and Alasharians.

  He gasped, almost startled awake by a vivid picture in his head. He attempted to open his eyes, but sleep claimed him instead.

  Mom…

  * * * *

  There’s something I’m supposed to do…no…wait. Remember? I’m supposed to…

  “Oh shit!” Chris jerked in his lover’s arms, thwarted from bolting upright by one of Lasar’s solid, heavy legs draped over him and Nary, and Nary’s muscular arm lying across his body. Incoherent words rumbled in Lasar’s chest as Nary shifted, sighing in his sleep and giving Chris a small squeeze before seemingly drifting off again.

  Chris let out an exasperated grunt. “Guys, wake up.” Lasar growled in response and Chris bit his lip. Oops. “I mean, Master and Sir, I need to talk to you both.”

  Lasar lay on his side, his face pressed against the pillow. He clutched a handful of Chris’ shoulder-length hair and tugged his head back in order to peer down at him. “I love you, boy, but I can barely move let alone have a conversation. A new soul match bond is incredibly draining for the first twenty or so parcels of human time.”

  “Which means…?” That’s it. I need to start studying up on Alasharians immediately. Need to know what I’m dealing with if I’m going to be dragged into this whole destiny thing.

  Lasar grumbled to himself. “Approximately one revolution of the sun, a day in your mind, I suppose.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Lasar hadn’t let go of Chris’ hair and it stung. Just as before, it wasn’t in a bad way. Lasar’s power over him was intoxicating, both of his mates’ power was. Even if Nary had never been a dominant male before, he’d become that way with Chris. Oh no, not again. The hum vibrated in the background, muted. My dick is going to fall off. Nary whimpered and nuzzled up to Chris’ back.

  “I—”

  Chris was unable to continue as Lasar plunged into his mouth. Nary rubbed his heated erection in the furrow of Chris’ sore ass, jostling the plug, and Chris’ cock swelled from the spike of arousal flowing between them. His need to be claimed by both his mates and his desire to please them took over, erasing everything else from his mind. They touched, kissed, sucked, fingered and brought one another to completion for the third time since their first bonding the night before.

  In the afterglow, they rested in a pile of entangled limbs and a mess of sweat and cum, their frantic breaths slowing after their fevered lovemaking. A loud rumbling sounded from Lasar’s stomach with Nary’s following soon after. Chris chuckled then realized he was ravenous as well. It was almost as if the moment their lust had been sated then their hunger had surfaced. We’re so in tune it borders on the creepy. Yet, he couldn’t deny the sense of comfort and peace it gave him.

  “We’ve depleted our physical selves.” Lasar leaned over Chris to press his lips to Nary’s before doing the same to Chris. “Nary will fix us a meal with what we have stored here after we’ve cleaned up.”

  The moment his mates’ warmth was taken from him, Chris wanted to burrow back into the safety of their bodies. Edges of panic built. Nary grasped his upper arm and helped guide him to his feet.

  “Don’t worry, pet.” Nary smiled down at him. “It took me a while to adjust to the bond after Lasar and I
matched. I’m feeling it, too, but I’m already aware of what to expect from the first time.”

  “That’s correct, boy.” Lasar stroked the top of Chris’ head, helping to brush the stray hair off his sweat-dampened forehead. “Focus on the love we share in spirit so that you won’t fear the physical separation.”

  Chris shuddered. “Don’t take this the wrong way, I love you both, want what’s happening between us, but wow, it’s going to take me awhile before I’m handling everything okay.”

  Nary slipped his arm around Chris’ waist. “Handling?”

  “Uh, not literally.” Chris scrunched his brow, searching for the proper explanation. “Coping with the changes?”

  Lasar nodded and Nary murmured his understanding. “Of course.” Nary continued, “That was what I meant when I said I went through the same experience. But you don’t need to suffer through the coping. After we’ve eaten, I’ll take you to our meditation room where I can help you cast your spirit to the stars. Then, if our Ahna”—Nary glanced at Lasar quickly before returning his attention to Chris—“deems it appropriate, perhaps he could ease our stress with a spanking?”

  Chris eyed Lasar’s meaty alien hands, the mere idea of a spanking by him more apt to cause rather than alleviate stress. I’ve always wanted to go to a dungeon, to experience what it was like with a Dom. Well, here’s my chance, right? In his mind, however, the Doms hadn’t been over six-and-a-half-feet tall and built like Conan with a mass of long dreads and braids. His personal reality was much different than his original fantasy.

  Lasar arched his eyebrows. “I believe what my Nasha and your Sir is trying to say, is that maybe he needs to offer his submission to me in order to regain his inner-balance.” Lasar stroked Chris’ head some more. “You’ve given me your body, and in our home, you’ve given me your respect with your actions. Are you ready to offer your complete submission in all ways? As my Nasha, as well as Nary’s, you will have the satisfaction of serving and being cherished and dominated by two Ahnas.”

  Chris swallowed hard, nodding before he could squeeze out any words. “I…I do want that. And I totally trust you. But…” He swallowed again. “Am I still allowed to be scared?”