by Jory Strong
Zyan’s soft caress of fingertips across her cheek had her meeting blue eyes as warm as a shallow tide pool. “If there was another way to get them to leave without offering a challenge, we would take it, and wait until true intimacy accompanied the pleasure to be found in sexual release.”
His words bolstered her courage, her resolve. She’d escaped Qumaar and survived it. She would survive this too.
“I’m ready,” she said, stepping backward and hearing the movement of horses as men shifted in their saddles, aware her moment of choice had arrived.
She shed the shirt first, dropping it to the ground and forcing herself to watch Zyan and Kaeden’s expressions as they saw the breasts she could cup with her own hands.
Her nipples became tight buds at having their attention focused on them. Her woman’s folds grew more swollen and her clit more engorged at seeing the flush of desire spread across Kaeden’s face, while Zyan’s became taut with need.
Karena untied the pants and they dropped to the sand. Zyan’s gaze went immediately to the place between her thighs. “You are beautiful. So perfectly formed and feminine.”
Heat pooled in her labia and she reveled in the open hunger, the lust that had nothing to do with pretending she was a young boy or consuming an aphrodisiac in order to harden. She was conscious of the other men watching, wanting, and it was intoxicating, a wicked eroticism she would never have imagined herself excited by.
She touched her clit and a small whimper escaped at how good it felt. Her channel clenched, spilling arousal into material already saturated with it, and she parted her legs so Zyan and Kaeden could see it on her inner thighs.
Zyan’s hand went to the front of his robe and she saw the size of his cock as he wrapped his fingers around its hardened length.
Kaeden dropped to his knees in front of her, grasping his cock as well, saying, “Please. Let us see you. Let us taste you. Let us pleasure you.”
Karena shivered. Desire and fear and uncertainty raged inside her as she reached up and took hold of the shoulder straps of the racing suit.
She was torn between pulling it off quickly and having the threat of rejection over with or sliding it down slowly, revealing her body an inch at a time and savoring these moments when she was an object of lust, a woman who could hold men enthralled and send them to their knees.
Her cunt lips were swollen, parted in anticipation of a man’s kiss, a man’s tongue entering her in prelude to his cock. Her nipples ached to be sucked, her clit as well.
She tugged, peeling the formfitting suit downward and freeing her breasts from confinement. They were inadequate when compared to what was viewed as womanly on Qumaar, but she felt beautiful at seeing the way Zyan and Kaeden looked at them.
She felt powerful as their hands tightened on their cocks even as they both reached for her, touching her, stroking her, their desert-sun skin only a shade darker than her water-world tan.
Her back arched. She felt like a cat seeking approval and petting. She felt beautiful and sensual, utterly feminine with her breasts thrust out and her hair curling around her buttocks.
“Perfect,” Zyan murmured, rubbing his fingers back and forth over her nipple as Kaeden leaned forward on a panted breath and put his mouth on her, licking the areola, sucking so she felt the pull of his lips all the way down to her cunt.
A moan escaped her, a confession. “That feels so good,” she whispered, toes curling in the sand, arousal pouring from her slit to bead on her flesh and slide downward.
They didn’t give her a choice then about how quickly she exposed the rest of her body. Kaeden’s hand moved from cupping her breast to the material bunched beneath it. With a jerk he stripped her of protective covering, leaving her standing naked, her form on display.
She felt the caress of eyes on her buttocks, and despite the wicked heat it generated, she tensed, waiting for the moment Kaeden rocked back on his heels and they all saw her smooth, bare mound.
Time slowed as fear gathered in her chest. But the agony of uncertainty lasted less than a heartbeat because there was no mistaking the lust in Zyan’s face or Kaeden’s as their gazes locked onto her cunt.
“Touch yourself,” Zyan commanded, his voice intense and dark, arousing her further. Feeding her sexual confidence where the sessions with Ebann had destroyed it.
She obeyed, showing them how she touched herself when she was alone and fantasizing about the lovers who had Kaeden’s and Zyan’s features. She slipped her fingers into her slit, wetting them with her own juices before stroking the underside of her clit, the tiny naked head. Her buttocks clenching as fire streaked through her, erotic sensation driven to new heights.
“Enough,” Kaeden said, his voice hoarse. “Enough or I’ll come inside my robes.”
Zyan’s hand left her breast, dropping to capture her wrist and lift her glistening fingers to his mouth.
“Finish it,” he told Kaeden, “so the others will leave us to get better acquainted with our third.”
Kaeden needed no second urging. His cock throbbed. His testicles were swollen, pulled tightly against his body in warning of impending release.
Her scent. Her beautiful form and soft feminine curves. Her courage and acceptance, all of it combined had captured him, enthralled and held him enraptured even more than he’d thought possible while in the grip of the gajaalo-enabled vision.
Kaeden pitched forward, pressing his lips to her smooth mound. His hands settled on her buttocks, holding her as he gorged himself, sucking on heated flesh, lapping, thrusting his tongue inside her.
There was no control, no finesse, just a desperate hunger that would only be appeased by hours, days—a lifetime of this.
Had he not already been on his knees, the sight of her woman’s folds, flushed and parted to reveal her opening, would have dropped him to them. Had she not already demonstrated her willingness to take pleasure, he would have begged for the privilege of giving it.
He trailed his tongue through the silky moisture of her slit, entering and retreating repeatedly, her swollen folds like the petals of a lush flower coated with sweet nectar.
He was not alone in delving into her depths, breaching her. Looking upward he saw Zyan’s hand cupping her breast, fingers stimulating her nipple as his mouth claimed hers in a kiss as hungry as the ones being pressed to her lower lips.
Her whimpers were music to Kaeden’s soul, a feast served to a man who hadn’t known how starved he was for a woman until his first taste of the one meant to be theirs.
A shudder of need went through him. Hurry! It sounded like Zyan, a connection lingering from sharing the gajaalo fruit, though more likely it was his own inner voice, his pride not wanting him to come on his robes like a boy not old enough to find release with a lover.
Kaeden latched onto her clit and began sucking, pulling it through his lips like a tiny penis. He stroked the small, silky head, laving it with his tongue, tormenting it as he did when he took Zyan into his mouth, as Zyan did to him when he returned the favor.
Hearing her cries, Kaeden sucked harder. Desperate now to bring her to release. Praying that afterward she would allow him to sheathe his cock in her wet depths and spend his seed inside her.
A sob. A shudder. The sweet sagging of a body pleasured so thoroughly it was an effort to stand, and intense joy poured into Kaeden at having satisfied her.
He gave her clit one last suck before freeing it. But even then, for long moments he couldn’t look away from her cunt.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, finding her even more so at seeing the effects of lovemaking, the skin flushed a darker color, the hood of her clit pulled back like a tiny foreskin, as wet from his mouth as her thighs were with arousal.
Finally the sound of horses drew his attention. He jumped to his feet as the men of the Syn’jahin tribe began leaving, hurrying back to their camp to fuck or masturbate.
“Get the filly!” Zyan yelled, though it was unnecessary. Kaeden was already rushing forward, bend
ing and snagging a rope left near where their bedrolls remained spread, quickly untying the stallion and mounting. Zyan only a few steps behind. Freeing the mare and flinging himself onto her back.
Karena shook off the lassitude that had come in the wake of an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced. Awe settled in her chest at the natural grace with which Zyan and Kaeden rode, chasing after the filly caught up in the excitement of horses charging away from the oasis.
Hope and happiness swelled inside her, amazement at standing naked and feeling so unfettered, so unafraid for her future. For the first time in her life feeling desirable, sexually powerful. Valuable.
She reached mentally for the filly, the link between them easy to find and tug on.
In the distance the magnificent animal tossed her head, not wanting to be reined in, though she slowed, and it was enough for Kaeden to get close enough to throw a lasso over her head.
Karena’s heart stuttered. Then beat in a strong, sure rhythm at having her earlier judgment of Kaeden’s innate integrity validated.
He didn’t wheel the stallion away or halt so the loop tightened abruptly, risking a crippling injury as she’d seen angry men on Qumaar do when a seahorse tried to escape. The rope served more as a symbol of possession, a way to keep the filly’s attention on the stallion, rather than as a restraint.
They continued to run, as if part of the leaving herd. Giving Zyan time to position the mare on the filly’s other side then edge in front of her. Making it easy to separate the runaway from the horses belonging to the other tribe, and guide the filly back to the oasis as they’d done when Karena was on her back.
After dismounting, Kaeden fashioned a halter from the rope around the filly’s neck. He tied her to the picket line before turning to pull the saddle from the stallion’s back, as Zyan did the same for the mare.
Karena glanced at her discarded clothing. She didn’t want to dress. Didn’t want to hide her body, not when her labia remained flushed and swollen.
Heat pooled in her breasts and belly with the thought of Zyan and Kaeden removing their robes, of seeing the evidence of their desire in cocks swollen with need. Whether there was birth control on the planet or not, at least for now she could couple with them knowing she was in the least fertile part of her cycle.
The steps taking her to them were an erotic journey. Each one made her hyperaware of her hardened clit, of plump woman’s folds that left her feeling as though her heart throbbed between her thighs.
Kaeden and Zyan turned as she reached them, finished with tending horses. Their gazes flared hot as they roved downward, pausing on her breasts then on her bare mound.
“I want you,” she said.
Chapter Five
The simple words were a lightning strike through Zyan’s center, piercing his heart and traveling straight to his cock. He braced his feet in the sand and shed his robe, determined not to fall immediately to his knees.
He would, if she required it of him, but at least for a moment he wanted to stand before her. Thighs spread and cock extended, wet at the prospect of mounting, breeding. His testicles heavy globes hanging beneath it, full of seed and the promise of procreation.
She licked her lips and his hand went to his penis, gripping hard lest he disgrace himself by coming at a mere glance. A pant escaped when she reached out to touch him. He clenched his buttocks, unable to suppress a moan as her fingertips glided over his aroused flesh.
“Karena.” It was the only word he dared as he fought against demanding she get down on her knees and take him into her mouth. Such a command was in her future, their future, but the first time he came with her, he wanted to be deep inside her channel.
He shuddered as she explored the opening in his tip. Then shuddered again when she said, “Did Kaeden speak the truth earlier? Have you never been with a woman?”
Zyan couldn’t bear much more of her torment. He gripped her wrist, glancing at Kaeden and seeing him naked, features taut and fingers white around his cock as he used pain to stave off release.
“He spoke the truth.”
Zyan promised himself he would allow her time for as many questions as she wanted to ask. Later. After. But he could delay no longer.
He recaptured the lips he’d known earlier, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he urged her backward and then down, onto the bedding.
She went unresistingly, spreading her legs and making no protest when he pinned her wrists above her head.
Kaeden lay with them, and though Zyan needed no assistance in finding her hot opening, he waited for Kaeden’s hand to encircle him. His pleasure escalating when Karena’s eyes darkened with the act, her lust intensified at having one of her lovers guide the other’s cock to her wet entrance.
He pushed through the loose clasp of Kaeden’s fingers, his length stroking masculine skin on its way to entering a female for the first time. His muscles rippled and strained as he fought the urge to thrust wildly.
Inch by inch he slid into Karena’s slick sheath. The sheer pleasure of it forced his eyes closed and all of his attention to his cock.
Ecstasy. Even without plunging in and out of her, even without the mindless, searing joy of release, the tight feel of her sheath around his engorged penis was incredible.
He wouldn’t last. He knew it. And in that moment he didn’t care.
He’d harden again. And again this day.
Inspired by the sight of her naked body.
Aroused by her willingness and desire.
Aided by the potent effects of the gajaalo fruit still lingering in his system.
Kaeden pulled his hand away and Zyan opened his eyes as his cock slid completely into Karena. He was aware of Kaeden next to him, hand gripping his own penis, but it was Karena’s loveliness that held him enraptured.
His heart swelled with emotion. She was their future.
“You feel so good,” he said, lowering himself so he lay fully on her, soft breasts cushioning his body. “This feels so good.”
Other words tumbled inside him but he knew it was too soon to speak of love and be believed. And then it was too late.
Her hands slid up his back to tangle in his hair and use it to pull his face downward, to guide his mouth to hers as her legs wrapped around his waist. Scorching heat and a woman’s scent. Zyan began thrusting, unable to remain still.
Unable to slow down.
Unable to prevent himself from coming, his semen escaping in a hot rush to fill her channel.
He rolled off her and Kaeden took his place. Entering her with a moan, a sound of desperate need.
Zyan had wondered if some part of him would be jealous at seeing Kaeden with another. But as he watched Kaeden’s buttocks flex, his hips jerk as he thrust in and out of Karena, driven by the same uncontrolled hunger and frenzy that he’d just experienced, all he felt was the urge to take her again, or take Kaeden.
Like Copali after mounting the mare, his sides heaved as a result of his exertion, of a breeding he would soon be ready to repeat. But unlike the stud, whose mounting was quickly over because of the physical limits imposed by nature’s design and his size, embarrassment shaded some of Zyan’s pleasure.
He’d lasted less than a dozen thrusts. He’d come without ensuring his partner did too.
Zyan’s embarrassment heightened when Kaeden did the same. Hips pistoning rapid-fire as he released his seed on a ragged moan.
It took Kaeden longer to roll to his side. When he did, Zyan covered Karena’s lips, tasting feminine arousal, evidence of an earlier carnal kiss. He stroked her breast, fingers finding the taut nipple, her whimpered response and arched back sending blood racing to fill his cock again.
Kaeden felt lightheaded from the release he’d experienced. But there was also building need, an urgency to gather his strength and reclaim his breath so he could get inside Karena again.
Zyan’s quickness in reclaiming her mouth and his rigid length were testament he felt the same way.
The throbbing
of his own cock had Kaeden glancing downward. He was half-erect. Stiffening once more and coated in her wet juices. His cock flushed dark from the intense ecstasy of being held in a woman’s tight channel.
Embarrassment crept in at realizing how quickly he’d released his seed. At remembering how he’d come and rolled off Karana, like a stud dismounting only so he could regain his stamina and cover her again, with no thought of the mare except as a breeding vessel, no emotion other than the natural instinct to procreate.
Kaeden slid downward, so he could press his mouth to Karena’s breast in silent apology for failing her the first time their bodies were joined. “We’ll see to your need now,” he murmured, lips parting to capture the puckered nipple as his hand cupped her mound.
Zyan left her mouth, his hand joining Kaeden’s between her thighs as his lips claimed her other breast.
With a unity of purpose they sucked, seeing to her pleasure. Their fingers delving into her slit and taking possession of her clit.
She thrashed between them, her breath coming fast. Her hips lifted off the ground, her responsiveness filling Kaeden with savage pleasure. Her sharp cry of release had his cock leaking and his testicles pulling tight, urging him to mate with her.
He freed her nipple. “I’ve fantasized about what it would be like when our third was finally with us. I’ve dreamed of pressing my lips to her breasts, of suckling like this.”
He latched onto the areola again. Laved it with his tongue. Clamped down on it with his teeth, loving her small whimper and caught breath, the indication she accepted a bit of pain with her pleasure.
“I’ve imagined what it would be like later, after she’s given us a child, when her breasts are heavy with milk and she comes to bed, ready to appease a man’s hunger after feeding our son.”
He reclaimed her nipple, sucking hard. And if her shivers and the way her hands tangled in his hair, holding him against her, were any indication, she found the thought of him nursing erotic as well.
“I look forward to that day also,” Zyan said, nuzzling her breast as his hand left her wet slit and heated mound, moving upward to settle on her flat abdomen. “I can hardly wait to see your belly grow round, getting larger as our sons get closer to being welcomed by the tribe.”
