Hot Toddy #3 Tales of the Quiet Kitty: Holiday Dreams

by Camille Anthony

  Settling back, Taelen shifted into a more comfortable position. Closing his eyes, he began the difficult act of concentrating on several people at once.

  Aha! There they were -- Bevel and Willa -- bright sparks of heat and life displayed on his inner lids, glowing in more than living color… A shock roiled through him as his perceptions registered a third hotly flaring presence -- leveB! He’d forgotten the sentient cock. That might change things.

  Taelen squared his shoulders and glanced at the krasn lined up on the console. It had to be enough. He was gonna be at this awhile…

  Chapter Four

  When the chimes sounded, Brant struck an indecent pose. Lying naked on his bunk, legs splayed to allow his rampant cock freedom, he hollered, “Get in here, Willa. Let’s get this fucking started!”

  Eyes trained on the portal, he adjusted his pose so his cock -- already hard as crissrock -- reared high between his thighs. Blood, hot and volatile as sevol, careened through his veins, pooled and throbbed in the head of his penis. One clawed hand rested behind his neck, the other shredded the bedding by his thigh.

  He’d extended the claws for Willa, knowing how she craved the pleasure pain gave her. Marking her would heighten and extend their foreplay. As starved as she was, she should be able to take a lot of sensory input before it overloaded and spilled back on him, forcing his crisis. He’d try not to come too fast and put a premature ending to their lovemaking.

  “Sshould I toss my hat in before me or sshould I just be glad you are happy to ssee me?”

  “Bevel!” Brant rolled over and sat up. “Shit!” Snatching a pillow and plastering it to his groin, he cursed again, his erection wilting. “I thought you were Willa.”

  “I’m not, more’ss the pity!”

  The Jenari’s tongue flicked rapidly between his open lips, the agitated movements a barometer of his jangled emotions. Broad head shrouded by its collapsed hood, leveB drooped, its tentacles limp and motionless.

  Brant knew his disappointed reaction had caused some of his brother-in-law’s dejection. “This drooping --” he indicated leveB -- “is about more than not being Willa. What’s wrong, Bevel?”

  “I brought you a drink. I thought we might take a drop in memory of our loved oness. Our missing family.”

  “Bev… oh, shit, man.” Brant took the tray out of his slack grasp and set it on the bed. Turning back to his brother-in-law, he put his arms around him and hugged him tight.

  “I’m teasing and rattling on about fucking Willa when Letshya has been missing six years to the day. I’m sorry.”

  The Jenari returned the hug, burrowing deeper into Brant’s embrace. “Willa iss good for you. It iss jusst… ssometimess, I feel we sshall never find her, never be reunited. We ache with the loss, leveB and I…”

  Oh hell, I so didn’t need to hear this. Enough angst, fellas. I feel your pain honestly, but this is not getting us where we have to go. Drown your sorrows… now!

  Closing his lips on his tongue, Bevel shook himself and disengaged from Brant’s hold. “Enough of thiss angsst. Let uss drown our ssorrowss. I found a cassk of fressh Evass wine. I had thought it all gone.”

  Bevel’s abrupt change of focus threw Brant off stride. He frowned as his second-in-command retrieved the tray of drinks from the bed.

  “The fresh Evas is all gone.” He took the proffered glass, held it to the light. “Landresi Ereh gave me a crate of the aged liqueur as part of the payment for the krasn. I haven’t had the chance to log it into stores yet.”

  The Jenari sipped judiciously, tongue tentacles lashing in appreciation. “Certainly not fressh.” He raised his glass. “To family, then… wherever they are.”

  “To Letshya.” With a sigh, Brant lifted his glass and held it to the light, watched the silver starbursts in the liquid sparkle and swirl. Eyesight still blurred with tears, he mistook the eddy of gold bubbles for age spots. The best Evas occasionally developed such impurities and this batch was centuries old. “To the brother that remains and to new family. Thank the Power for you, Bevel-leveB. Your presence has kept me sane.”

  Bevel shrugged, leveB nodded. “We sshare a twin ssoul between uss. Sspeaking of family, where iss Willa?”

  “She’ll be here any minute. Would you like to join us?”

  Bevel shook his head, ignoring the interested lifting going on below. “You know better, leveB!” He wagged a finger at his cock in admonition before turning sightless eyes toward Brant. “You and Willa need thiss time together, to ssolidify your bond. If you both wissh it, we will come back later.”

  Brant nodded. “I do wish it. I know Willa will, also. Give me two hours with her then return. I’ll have taken her edge off by then.”

  Bevel stepped up to the sensor and waited for the door to open. He turned back, head cocked at a tentative angle. “You know… now that you have bitten her, leveB can enter Willa.”

  Brant smiled, knowing where this was going. “Yeah, I’m way ahead of you.”

  “leveB wantss that very much. Sso do I. We have not been ssqueezed by hot, wet pussy for a very long time.”

  “I hear you. I know Willa’s been aching to get leveB in her cunt. She’ll be thrilled. In fact, why not come back in an hour and we can do her together?”

  Bevel’s cock and hair waved in excitement. leveB thumped against his belly three times then angled toward the door as if to say soonest left, soonest returned.

  Bevel giggled at his cock’s antics. “We will go and prepare lunch. We will need the nourisshment.”

  “Good idea, though leveB looks to be energetic enough.” Brant hoped the sex would help the Medusoid keep its minds off the pain of this anniversary.

  That’s more like it, boys.

  Taelen mentally rubbed his hands.

  Now, to get Miss Willa out of her cabin…

  Chapter Five

  “What is wrong with this damn door?”

  Doggedly, Willa pried her fingertips in between the smooth seam of the portal and tugged in opposite directions. When that didn’t work, she tried again, determined to get out. Almost in tears, she slumped against the door, pounding on it in desperation. “Brant! Bevel! Answer me! Get me out of here!”

  Fear and rage, cold and hunger ate at her, sharpened her reflexes as they dulled her thinking. Adrenaline surged and roared through her nervous system, signaling the need for flight -- she no longer had the strength to fight. She couldn’t even get a lousy door opened.

  Something had happened to both Bevel and Brant. Otherwise, they’d have answered her calls. What had Taelen done? She wouldn’t put anything past him. “Taelen, you better let me out of here right now!”

  The door whooshed open. She fell into the hallway, landing in a heap of tangled limbs.

  In a flash she scrambled up and raced toward Brant’s cabin, yelling at the top of her lungs. “Brant! Bevel-leveB! I’m coming, Brant!”

  Two hands snatched her off her feet and swung her into a heated embrace. A laugh boomed out. “Not without me, I hope.”

  Sobbing thankfully, Willa climbed up Brant’s chest, examining his naked form with frantic hands and eyes, searching for an injury, for any hint of compulsion in his golden pupils. He met her anxious gaze, his eyes clear, expression indulgent.

  “I couldn’t get out, couldn’t get to you,” she gasped, between the frenzied kisses she peppered over his cheeks, mouth and chin. “Taelen… sneaky bastard… must have locked me in.”

  Brant’s chuckle vibrated the furred expanse of chest beneath her cheek. “Willa, Willa, you’re here now, in my arms. Forget about Taelen.”

  “I tell you, he’s up to devilment, Brant. Don’t trust him --”

  Bitter laughter rang out. She lifted her head and drowned under the intense scrutiny of Brant’s cat-like pupils. His eyes glowed with determination. “Honey, I don’t trust Taelen one bit.” His jaw firmed. “But I also don’t want him between us while I’m fucking you. Forget about him and concentrate on me.”

  She wrapped her
arms around his neck, locked her legs around his waist as far they would go. Beneath her, his muscles bunched and shifted, easily upholding her slight weight.

  “I guess I can do that.” She trusted him. In his arms, she was safe. He’d let nothing harm her. Her fears melted into heated need.

  “Good.”

  She stroked his hair and shoulders as he strode through the open portal of his cabin, buried her hands in his dense, soft ruff as she offered her lips for a kiss.

  A low growl accompanied the press of his lips to hers. “Where shall we pump the first load?”

  Willa hummed greedily. “My mouth, please. I’m starving for a taste of you!”

  He sat down on the side of the bunk, eased her to her knees before him. “Then suck my cock until I come, which won’t be long. I need your mouth on me, burning me, like a planet needs the kiss of solar heat.”

  “Lie back and let me warm you --”

  “Wait. Bevel brought up some Evas wine. Swirl it in your mouth before you take me in. I think you’ll like the effects.” He retrieved the half-filled glass and held it to her lips.

  She opened her mouth at his urging, accepted the shining liquid. “Oooh!” A drawn out sigh escaped her. “Um, sparkly! It dances on my tongue! Thank Bev for me.”

  Brant widened his legs. “You can thank him yourself. He’s joining us later. He has a surprise for you. Quick, take me in, see how it feels.”

  Eager for the new experience, Willa dived for his cock, mouth opening wide to take in the large ruddy head.

  “Yes!” Brant fell back on his elbows, threw his head back and slowly pumped his hips up at her face. “Planetary stars, Willa. I can feel the wine like explosions on the head of my cock!”

  She couldn’t talk with his heavy erection filling her mouth. Raising her eyes, she met his loving gaze, her own filling with tears. The emotion flooding her heart was the same evident in his indulgent stare.

  Tenderness driving her, she rolled his balls in her palm as her lips engulfed the ridge of flesh ringing the head. Her tongue flicked the small opening, pried it open to taste the salty-sweet flavor of his silky pre-come.

  Willa crooned. No one tasted like Brant. leveB was tart and tingly ginger-honey, spicy and sharp on her tongue. Brant, though, was smooth, heavy vainlia and cinnaberry, creamy and warm in her mouth, smooth and fluid down her throat.

  Brant cupped the soft bare skin of her skull, fingers stroking her nape as she swallowed his length to the balls. His touch felt so good, so necessary. She tightened her lips around his cock and sucked, focusing on making him come.

  A moment later, she exulted. He shouted, gripped her head and pumped his hips at her face, pushing his cock further down her throat with each cadenced thrust. Groaning, humping madly, he held her scalp with steely fingers. “Oh hell, here comes the first load, Willa!”

  * * *

  When his balls emptied for the third time and his cock remained hard, Brant’s heart plummeted to his belly. He’d somehow ingested raw krasn. Streamers of fear wound throughout his body. Fear that he would hurt Willa with his intemperate lust. As he positioned her and plunged recklessly into her welcoming heat, he thought about killing Taelen.

  Get in line, little brother. Everyone wants a piece of me lately… and not in a good way. Now, it’s time for you two to sleep…

  Chapter Six

  Willa woke, rolled over and gazed down at her still sleeping captain. Brant lay sprawled naked before her, furred muscles relaxed, face peaceful and quiet. Poor baby, she’d worn out his magnificent ass.

  Ripples of satiation flowed through her as she traced a finger over his curved lips, marveling at their gentleness, recalling how masterfully they’d taken charge. These lips, this mouth had ravished her breasts, devoured her pussy, given comfort, nurture… and sparked five or six full feedings.

  She pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss of gratitude and a long, frilled frond fell in the way. Idly brushing it back, she tried again to touch his mouth with hers. Another lock of violet hued plumage drifted between them. What the…

  She reared back and up, looked down at herself and screamed. “Great Sparkle! My fronds, plumes and wings are back!”

  Brant snapped awake at her scream and came up on his knees, claws extended. “Willa? What’s wrong?”

  “Wrong? More like right! I’m in full feather!”

  Brant’s eyes widened. “Damn, Willa, that’s more than three loads worth! Just how often did we fuck before falling asleep?”

  She paused her preening to glance up at him. “Who cares? I’m fully covered for the first time in years.”

  “You are beautiful! Your breast fronds cover your entire breasts.” He ran his fingers through the abundant growth, flicked her hard nipples as he ruffled the feathers. Her stomach tightened with renewed lust.

  “It’s so soft, but I know your nest feathers are softer.” He slid his hand down, cupped her pussy through the short tuft of down-like fronds.

  “By the ssighted sstoness, your wingss are magnifissent!”

  Willa’s head snapped around at the sound of the naked Jenari’s slurred voice coming from her other side.

  Brant continued to pet her, parting her swollen labia and sliding a testing finger inside her as he asked, “Where did you come from, Bev? I don’t recall you joining us.”

  “I haven’t come yet,” the Jenari complained. “I found you both ssleeping.”

  I want some pussy! I want frond-covered, hot, juicy, tight pussy now!

  That wasn’t Bevel’s voice. Willa and Brant both looked about, trying to discover the speaker. They finally noticed their surroundings.

  Brant immediately leaped into a half-crouch, claws in full extension, body in a defensive stance. Willa sank to her knees, sobbing. Beside them, Bevel-leveB stood, tentacles waving as if in a strong breeze, sightless eyes and receptors trained on Willa, not the landscape. leveB stood out in a stiff line of demand, his hooded mantle in full shroud.

  Kiss me, Willa. Suck me into your mouth. Then I will take your sweet, hot pussy.

  Willa ignored the demanding voice speaking in her head. Nothing, not even the wonder of hearing what she strongly suspected was leveB’s thoughts, could draw her mind from this miracle. She was home!

  “We must still be sleeping. Taelen probably drugged the Evas wine.” Brant curled his hands into angry balls, his claws digging into his palms. “I’m going to kill him.”

  Willa absently took one fisted hand in hers, kissed the small injury. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up yet. I have not been this complete since --” She paused, faltering as she caught sight of a clump of shrosa flowers.

  Tears raining down her cheeks, she wandered off to reacquaint herself with her beloved home.

  “Willa, baby, do you know where we are?” The worry in Brant’s voice penetrated her absorption as nothing else could have.

  Greedy eyes recording each beloved feature of her native planet, she knelt, fingers sinking past the stalks of verdant purple grasses, digging deep into dark blue soil. “This is my home, Brant. This is Sparkle!”

  She turned back to Brant and Bevel, a smile wreathing her face as her tears flowed. “Somehow, Taelen found my planet and brought us here while we slept.”

  Brant straightened out of his crouch, cautiously glancing in every direction. He placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “Willa, be sensible. We can’t be on Sparkle. You said yourself, nobody knows where it is.”

  Willa shook off his touch and stood up. She ran over to a tall, broad tree and flung her arms about the light blue trunk. “This is Sparkle. I know it… I can feel it in here --” She touched her chest, a new spurt of tears flooding her eyes.

  “Willa, this isn’t real!” Brant snapped his head around to confront his pilot. “Bevel, tell her this isn’t Sparkle.”

  Bevel offered advice instead. “Pinch yourself.”

  “What? Why?”

  Brant’s confused look made Willa giggle. Everything made her giggle righ
t now. She felt giddy with happiness. “Good idea, Bevel. If it hurts, it’s real, right? So pinch yourself, Brant, see if you’re awake.”

  “Willa, that’s not a legitimate test of reality. While asleep, we will feel everything as if it were truly happening to us.”

  “That’s my point.” She reached over and pinched his arm. Hard.

  “Ouch!” He snatched away, frowning at her. Rubbing the red spot she’d created on his forearm, he snarled, “That hurt!”

  “Sleep or not, you felt that. If this is a dream then anything we do is okay. There’ll be no lasting harm and we can leave it all behind when we wake up. If it isn’t a dream, then I have found my home and father. There are so many things I want to show you, share with you…”

  Brant sighed, cupped her face in his hands. She covered his hands with hers. His broad, warm palms felt so good on her skin, so right. “Okay, let’s assume we’re awake. We still have to proceed with caution. How do we get in touch with your father?”

  Willa laughed aloud. “We are in touch right now. My father is the planet. Sparkle is a sentient world.”

  “You mean like leveB?” His head jerked toward Bevel.

  Brant’s skeptical look rankled. “Yes, like leveB, who has been talking to us since we awoke here.” She turned to look at Bevel-leveB. “What do you think about this?”

  “I think --”

  Willa is happy here. leveB will make brother’s new mate happier. Sister soul’s pussy is now ours.

  Bevel grinned. “Yeah, what he said.”

  Willa turned to Brant. “What does he mean, your new mate?” She planted her fists on her hips. “When did this happen and why am I the last to know?”

  Brant lifted a fist to his mouth and covered a cough. “Er… um… impulse I guess…”

  “You guess? Is that all you have to say?”

  “Brant?” Bevel’s voice wavered. “Do you see what I sense? Please tell me I am mistaken.”