Cherished by Two

by Morticia Knight

  “Prepare his nipples.”

  Nary closed his hand around the pinchers and bent his head to suck on one of Chris’ nipples. Chris immediately clenched around Lasar’s cock, the action driving a groan from Lasar. The more Nary worked Chris’ nipples over, the more his boy wiggled on Lasar’s throbbing dick. It made him crazy.

  “Attach them, Nasha. I have to fuck.”

  At the first bite of a clamp, Chris cried out, bearing down on Lasar’s cock. Lasar grabbed a fistful of Chris’ hair and yanked his head back, pushing his tongue past the seam of his lips. Chris clenched again and fed a sob into Lasar’s mouth as Nary undoubtedly attached the second pincher.

  Chris writhed and moaned as Lasar kissed him and he couldn’t handle being teased anymore by Chris’ tight ass. He released Chris’ hair then grabbed hold of his waist. His breathing had become ragged, the hum embracing him, driving him to bond with both of his mates.

  “Nasha.” Lasar grunted between thrusts. Grab his haro along with yours. Use your arousal to slicken the way for both of you.”

  Nary moaned and obeyed Lasar’s commands. Lasar punched into Chris’ passage once, then twice more before picking up a steady rhythm of plunging in and out. Each time he slammed into Chris, Lasar watched in fascination as the sharp motion shoved his mate’s dick into Nary’s fist. Soon they were in perfect sync, three beings seeking pleasure together. Their joint cries increased in volume, the soul match hum driving their ecstasy higher until Lasar thought he might break apart.

  Lasar rutted with more urgency, his climax right within reach. He dragged his teeth across Chris’ neck then bit the crook of his shoulder. Nary had claimed Chris’ mouth and he kissed him hard, his hand moving frantically over both of their rigid lengths. In an instant, Lasar’s vision blurred, and he was one with his mates, no separation between their souls.

  Lasar let out a strangled cry and growled through his climax. Right as he froze, the flutters of Chris’ orgasm struck and he came around Lasar’s cock, milking him dry. Both Chris and Nary moaned, their lips still pressed together. Lasar angled his head then licked at Chris and Nary’s mouths. They opened up, letting him in, tasting one another as they wallowed in the afterglow.

  At last, their breathing slowed and Lasar’s cock softened, eventually slipping from Chris’ ass. His mate hissed as Lasar pulled away. Lasar angled Chris until he was cradled in his lap, and he pulled Nary down on the bed so that he was next to them.

  “I love you both, my Nashas. I’m very fortunate to have such spectacular mates.”

  Chris had seemed to be dozing, but his eyes fluttered open at Lasar’s words. “Spectacular? I’ll take it.”

  Lasar dropped a kiss on a sleepy Chris’ head. “You handled your first spanking very well.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Chris reached out to Nary, who took his hand. “And thank you, Sir.”

  Nary chuckled. “It was a good experience for me too.” Nary regarded Lasar. “I had no idea how much my palm would sting afterwards.”

  Lasar stole a kiss from him. “Do you see how I suffer for your punishments?”

  Chris spoke up. “Which reminds me.” He yawned then seemed to get hold of himself. “How is spanking a punishment?” He snorted. “After all that stressing out over it, I thought it was pretty hot.”

  Lasar raised his eyebrows. “I see. I’ll have to remember that.”

  Chris’ eyes rounded. “Uh…wait, I mean…” He sighed. “Never mind.”

  Lasar hugged Chris to him, chuckling. “I think we all deserve a nice, relaxing bath after that, then we should get some sleep.”

  “Yeah.” Chris yawned again. “You weren’t kidding about these new soul matches being so exhausting.”

  “Come on then.” Lasar stood then set Chris down. “You can prepare the bath for both of your Ahnas.”

  Chris frowned. “You got out of that one, Sir. I guess you’re not the Nasha right now.”

  Lasar popped Chris on the butt then elbowed Nary. “That should’ve been your move. He was being disrespectful.”

  The expression of hurt on Chris’ face gave him pause. Chris turned to Nary. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean it like that.” Chris dropped to his knees then kissed Nary’s toes. He gazed up at them both. “It’s confusing, that’s all. He was my Ahna at first, but then you called him your Nasha.”

  Lasar nodded then helped Chris to his feet. “I understand, boy. I suppose it will take more getting used to. The power exchange all by itself is new to you, and this adds even more layers to it.”

  “Yeah, exactly.” Chris glanced between them. “I wanna do a good job, though, I swear.”

  Lasar tugged Chris into his arms right as Nary had reached out to him. They held each other, took a moment to bring them back as three again. Lasar raised his head to look down at Chris.

  “I know you do, boy. I don’t doubt that for a moment. We’re all learning together.” Lasar pinched Chris’ ass, which pushed a yelp out of him. “But I still want our bath drawn.”

  Chris grinned, Lasar’s words apparently comforting him. Lasar tensed right as his mates did. They exchanged worried glances as Lasar rushed to grab a robe from the closet. Someone’s coming.

  He’d barely had the opportunity to throw the garment over his head before heavy knocks sounded on the door. An unnamable dread swam in his gut.

  “Nasha.” He kept his voice low. “Take him into the balancing room and keep the door closed.”

  “But, Ahna—”

  “Now.” Lasar gritted it out.

  Nary dipped his chin once, the pain in both his and Chris’ expressions heartbreaking. Once he’d verified that Nary and Chris were shut in the back, he strode to the door. When he swung it open he tempered his features at the sight of the Nall’s most trusted guard.

  “Rahna Lasar.” He gave a short bow. “I hope I find you well this evening.”

  Let’s get on with it. “Thank you, I am. What can I do for you?”

  Lasar hoped it wouldn’t be necessary to invite him inside. The only reason he could think of where it might be necessary would be if the Nall himself were on the way. Dearest heavens, no.

  “Supreme Commander Yano wanted to make certain that this was personally delivered to you.”

  The guard held out a golden envelope to him. It was the type of stationary the Nall only used on special occasions. With everything that had been happening since the invasion, it could be anything. Lasar took the item from the guard. He paused, waiting for him to give his farewell. Instead, he stood his ground as if waiting for Lasar to make the next move.

  “Was there anything else?”

  The guard held his gaze. “The Nall requested that I receive verification from you regarding the contents of the envelope.”

  Is this some sort of test? A trick?

  “I see. Give me a moment to read his message and then I’ll give you my response.”

  Lasar angled his body slightly, uncertain whether or not the guard was aware of what the letter contained or if Lasar would be able to hide his reaction to it. He slipped a finger under the royal seal keeping the envelope closed, breaking apart the sap of the rya tree that held the impression of a sharlon bird, its large wings spread as if in flight.

  Once he’d lifted the flap, he slid the shimmering mauve card from the confines of the stationary. He swallowed hard as he read the words. After taking a deep breath and schooling his expression, he lifted his eyes to respond to the guard.

  “Please convey to the Nall that my Nasha and I would be delighted to attend the pleasure party tomorrow evening.” He inhaled deeply. “And that both sex slaves under my care will be ready to perform.”

  Chapter Six

  Nary hugged Chris to him as Lasar continued the preparations for what they’d wear to the pleasure party. They’d all bathed together, had tried to take a moment as three before they had to begin the evening’s charade. Lasar had stretched Chris and inserted a sizeable plug while Nary had held and tried to comfort him. The ero
ticism from the first time they’d plugged Chris had been absent. The unfortunate purpose of using the toy was to protect Chris in case he was taken in a frenzy of desire, or if he and Lasar were both called on to repeatedly penetrate him. They couldn’t take the risk of Chris being injured.

  Nary had already donned his shimmering lavender robe—one of the garments he owned that was used for pleasure parties. It fell to his ankles, but the fabric was sheer, showcasing the sparkling gold undergarment that encased his groin. Lasar’s robe was similar, but more embellished. Thin strands of nor wire were embroidered at the bottom and at the edges of his sleeves in a design that incorporated the swirling petals of the majestic olar flower.

  “Master, Sir?”

  Chris’ voice sounded so small and Nary wished they could run away, hide from the prying eyes of his fellow Alasharians who would harm Chris, possibly even hurt him and Lasar, as well.

  “Yes, pet. What do you need?” He knew Chris must be aching for them both quite badly.

  Lasar straightened from his position of bending over the bed. He’d been laying out the various accoutrements they might need to uphold their ruse of being enthusiastic attendees at the sex party. He turned in their direction, the barely concealed pain that clouded his features evident. Nary pressed his lips together. They’d all have to force themselves to flatten their expressions prior to arriving at the party. Lasar had made it abundantly clear how careful they all had to be.

  Chris glanced between them, his own expression of pain even more pronounced than Lasar’s. “I don’t want to make Morgan go to this thing. He’s never had sex, like, never. Not even one thing. There’s no way he’s letting anyone stuff a plug up his ass. He’d have to be forced. Plus, he’s still scared of all aliens, even Nary who’s been super nice to him…” Chris shook his head. “I don’t know how he’ll handle this. I’m afraid he’ll accidentally make it worse because he’ll be so upset.” Chris bit his bottom lip as he furrowed his brow deeper. “What do the Alasharians, or that Nall guy…? What do they do if a sex slave can’t perform? You know, if the slave either faints or can’t get it up, or…?”

  Lasar regarded him. “I’ve thought of how to handle at least one of your concerns.” Lasar reached down then lifted a small object from the bed and showed it to Chris. “I can apply a cream to his haro to harden it, then attach this wide adjustable ring. It will hold him tightly enough that he’ll remain erect, both to be visually appealing and if he’s required to penetrate anyone.”

  Chris’ eyes had increasingly widened at Lasar’s description until he’d slapped his own forehead. “No way. No fucking way.” Chris muttered more words, but all Nary could react to was the anger that surrounded him from Chris’ spirit.

  Nary grabbed Chris shoulders, made sure he had his full attention. “Chris. You cannot display any aggressiveness. None. You could be thought of as a dangerous or troublesome slave.”

  Lasar took one long stride until he was next to Chris as well. “Nary is correct. There is no precedent for any of this, even tonight’s party. Alasharians have never forced pleasure slaves to perform, those who have done it in the past, fellow Alasharians, did so willingly. We aren’t certain what the Nall might decide if either you or Morgan resist, or if your behavior is deemed hostile.” Lasar enfolded Chris in his arms, and Nary wrapped his body around them both as much as he could. “Please, Chris. You are our life. Don’t risk it. For you and your cousin’s sake.”

  Chris’ sobs quaked between them and Nary’s heart broke for him. It wasn’t only the party, or the use of slaves that was unprecedented. It was the lies and intrigue. Nary had never held dark thoughts against a fellow Alasharian before, but he couldn’t fight off his own anger toward the Nall and those whose deception had caused so many to lose their lives.

  Lasar lifted his head to lock on to Nary’s gaze. “The same goes for you, my beloved Nasha. You are our lives, too. We must remain strong, stay united as we work to make things right again.”

  “Yes, Ahna. I understand.” Nary’s heart held sorrow for them all, but he couldn’t indulge in feeling sorry for himself or for their situation. If the Soul Healer believed in them, believed in Chris, then they could handle whatever adversity was thrown their way.

  At last, Chris’ weeping subsided, and both he and Lasar helped wash his face and reapply the decorative lines around his eyes and the color for his lids and mouth to highlight Chris’ natural beauty. Nary then rouged Chris’ nipples and added a sparkling powder over his entire body. Chris was still so distraught, however, that it was decided that he must wear a ring just like the one they would use on Morgan.

  If only this was for the night of our soul match ceremony instead.

  Nary glanced at the time on his communicator. The moments they’d shared together putting off the inevitable were over. No choice remained except to face a frightening uncertainty for them all. He glanced up to catch Lasar’s eyes trained on him.

  “Yes, we must go.” Lasar sighed. “And please don’t believe for an instant that I don’t have faith in you, Nary, but I must remind you not to behave as Ahna toward Chris. Only I can direct him or Morgan.”

  “Yes, Ahna, I understand. There is no offense taken, this is much too important.”

  Since Chris was below him in station, a mere slave, Nary could be in charge of him, but all decisions regarding his care or behavior could only come from Lasar.

  Lasar clipped on Chris’ leash. Nary found it difficult to keep his mind from straying to dark thoughts, from falling into a place where they would lose one another before they’d even begun.

  Lasar regarded them. “We leave, my beloved Nashas. Chris, you must understand that no matter how harshly I speak to you, my words don’t come from my heart. Whatever I may do or say while under the scrutiny of the Alasharians who I’m unsure of, is only to protect you.” Lasar frowned, sighing. “I will try your idea, suggest that you and the cousin are ill. My fear is that you might be taken away and des…” Lasar scrubbed his face with both hands. “I don’t know what might happen. I’m unsure whether it would be worse for you to fall ill because of the sex and our match being revealed, or if already being ill is a bigger concern. If we insist on having sex with you, then Morgan would have to either join in or be given to other Alasharians.” He growled. “I despise not having control.”

  Nary grabbed Chris around the shoulders as his mate’s knees buckled. “Chris!” Nary bent down to encircle Chris’ waist to keep him from crumpling to the floor. His pale skin shocked Nary. The color that Chris possessed was already strangely pale enough, even with the pink that had faded on his neck and face, but to see Chris go even whiter frightened Nary.

  “Sorry.” Chris’s voice was weak, but he seemed to try to straighten up. “But you might not have to worry about deciding one way or the other about my potential illness. There’s a good chance I truly will be sick here in a minute.”

  “Nasha,” Nary spat it out. “Focus on your strength. Your will. You’re a powerful being and the Soul Healer chose you above all others. Think of your cousin and every other human who could be harmed if you don’t do the right thing.”

  Chris stared at him, his eyes widening as Nary had continued his speech. He hadn’t meant to speak so forcefully, but his words were true. Chris had the ability to hold himself together if only he would focus on that and forget all else. No matter what they were all forced to do, they could survive it if they didn’t give up.

  “Yes, Sir.” He nodded, his color returning. “You’re right. Totally right. I’m sorry.” He inhaled deeply then let it all out. “I can do this.”

  Lasar had stepped back while Nary reprimanded Chris, but he moved closer to them both again. He leaned in to give Nary a soft kiss. “That was handled perfectly, Nasha. I’m very proud. However…” Lasar arched his eyebrows.

  Nary bowed his head. “I am only Nasha from this moment on until we are alone again.”

  “Very good.” Lasar stroked his head then picked up the end of
Chris’ leash. “Nary’s correct, boy. Don’t give in to your fear. Be the strong being we know you are.”

  Chris kept his gaze lowered as he assumed the proper submissive posture. “Yes, Master. I will. Thank you.”

  Lasar relinquished Chris’ lead to him and he accepted it before dutifully taking his place behind his Ahna. He maintained a respectful distance from Lasar as he led Chris on the basha leash previously only used for tethering untrained food and companion animals.

  I would give Chris a nor collar, braid his beautiful yellow hair and adorn it with jewels that announced to all how precious he is to us both.

  “I know, my beloved Nary.” Lasar’s quiet words echoed in the hallway.

  “It’s okay, Sir. Someday, right?”

  “Yes, pet. Someday.” Nary kept his gaze lowered. He didn’t dare let anyone see his tears.

  They reached Morgan’s door, the same guards keeping watch who had been there the previous two times. As always, they spoke in Alasharian. He wondered whether their comments would be as rude and disgusting as they typically were when Lasar wasn’t present.

  “Good evening to you, Rahna Lasar.” The tallest one spoke, but they both bowed in deference to Lasar’s higher station. The guard glanced at Chris and licked his lips before returning his gaze to Lasar. “I understand there is a pleasure party this evening that this slave and Rahna Rama’s slave will be featured at?”

  “What do you care? You’re not invited.” Lasar’s angry words seemed to spark an automatic reaction as both guards quickly bowed again.

  “Forgive my impudence, great commander. I only meant to say that they’re both very pleasing, and that you and Rahna Rama deserve the best for your grand achievements in battling these hostile beings, as well as for putting them to the use they are best suited for.”

  Nary bit down on his tongue to the point where it brought water to his eyes. The rage in Lasar’s expression was too obvious and it terrified Nary. Lasar took in a deep breath and softened his frown, let the tension in his tightly pressed lips ease a fraction.