by Aubrey Cara
I can tell they’re still uneasy with each other. “No more fighting?” I ask. I can’t take their fighting. Besides the fact it’s absolutely frightening, I don’t want to spend my pregnancy anxious and unhappy.
“No more fighting.” Jual moves to take my hand, and pulls me near. I let him. “Situs was only angry because I upset you.” He strokes his knuckles down my cheek, and I sigh, leaning into him. “I deserved his wrath. I will never take out my frustration on you again.” His voice shakes, and I tilt my head back to see his blue eyes stark with sorrow. He tenderly cups my cheek. “I am sorry, my mate.”
My throat is tight when I look at Situs. He’s staring at Jual with stern annoyance. Jual’s face is already starting to lose some of the swelling, but it’s still puffy, and Situs’s two black eyes are going from black and purple to a sickly green. “No more fighting, Situs?” His mouth is set in a tight line, his arms still stubbornly crossed over his chest. I can tell he is reluctant.
“If Jual can promise not to upset you, I will not destroy him.”
“Like you have not done your share to upset our mate,” Jual retorts.
I have to hold back an insane giggle. Did I think they not care?
“Let’s all agree you’ve both upset me,” I try to defuse the tension between them.
Situs nods then his gaze turns speculative as he stares at my abdomen. He opens his mouth then closes it. As if warring with himself, he takes a step back then two steps forward and grabs my free hand like a lifeline. “May I taste you?”
My cheeks heat, a hot rush moving down my body. I don’t think he means my mouth or the skin on my arm. Biting my lip, I nod.
Instead of drawing me indoors or laying me out in the grass, he pushes me back against the mound of our covered shuttle, and Jual releases me. I glance at him nervously, afraid he’ll get jealous and upset again, but he gives me the barest of nods, crossing his arms over his chest. Heat spreads from my chest up to my hairline as I realize he’s about to watch Situs “tasting” me.
With slow, deliberate movements, Situs drops to his knees in front of me, his eyes never leaving my face as he gently lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder. He leans forward at my apex, sniffing deep, and I die of embarrassment a little more. I fist my hands at my sides to keep from instinctively pushing him away and closing my legs.
I chance a glance at Jual, and he’s still standing, arms crossed and legs spread as if on the bow of a ship, but his cock is now thick and hard, standing at attention. I jerk my gaze away as Situs’s tongue darts out and laps at my folds.
It’s not the provocative tasting Jual gave me before we made love, or the hungry playful one after. It’s more experimental. He rolls my taste on his tongue before he spears into my heat. With a growl, his eyes go to slits as his grip on me tightens. He pulls my core against his mouth and devours me.
The air whooshes from my lungs as I’m awash on sensation, my body tightening. His teeth scrape and bite at my engorged clit, and a choked scream escapes my throat. Situs jerks back as if struck.
I cry out at losing contact, panting for breath. A pulsing ache between my legs begs for his attention, but my throat closes on the words.
He swipes his glossy lips with the back of his hand, looking away from me as if ashamed. “I was lost in your taste. I did not mean to hurt you.”
My gaze jerks to Jual in confusion and then back to Situs. “You didn’t hurt me.” Though it pains me to admit something so intimate, I tell him. “I was—that is to say—” His warm breath still puffs against my sex. My thoughts scatter. He lightly squeezes my thigh, still wantonly draped over his shoulder, and I try to focus…but if he would lean forward…
“I like—well, greatly enjoy your attentions…there,” I blurt. Is it possible to die of mortification?
Situs still appears uncertain and I want to cry. I try to remove my leg from this intimate position, but he tightens his hold. I know if I just ask him to continue he will, but I can’t be that forward. Fighting tears of frustration, I look to Jual, begging him with my eyes to understand what I need.
“Oh, I understand, my sweet geliebte,” Jual says. “Our mate wants you to continue, Situs. But I think first she should recall what her punishment is for not using her words.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering as a flood of heat rushes through me at the threat. I did not enjoy when Jual took his anger out on me. It reminded me too much of Jonah’s unstable behavior, even though he would get calm before he ever laid hands on me. But this is a different kind of punishment. A tantalizing threat that makes my nipples tighten and my heart race for unfathomable reasons.
Situs looks to Jual, his brows pull down as if he doesn’t understand, but Jual just grins back at him.
A strange excitement bubbles to life inside me.
JUAL
“Do you love me?” Hannah’s breath catches with my question, and I can tell I’ve caught her by surprise. She doesn’t need to answer. I can feel her affection radiating off her. I’m still filled with pleasure when she nods.
“I do love you, Jual. I love you both.”
“Prove it,” I growl. My geliebte needs not prove anything to me. But I am coming to know our mate, and she likes to be pushed in accepting our dominance over her. I believe it enhances her pleasure.
Dropping Hannah’s leg, Situs comes to his feet with a thunderous expression. “What are you about, Jual?”
“Well?” I ask. “Do you remember what happens to little females who do not voice their wants and needs to their mates?”
Her eyes cast down, she worries her bottom lip. She knots her hands, her feet shuffling awkwardly, and peeks up at me, unsure of herself. “They get a spanking?” My cock jerks at the breathy way she says spanking.
I nod. “Yes they do. Right on their bare asses. Now show us how a good geliebte takes her punishment.”
Situs snarls a warning at me, but Hannah slowly turns, the pulse at the base of her throat thumping wildly, and plants her hands on the mound, pushing out her lush bottom. My cock, already hard, bobs and weeps at the sight.
Hannah peers over her shoulder at Situs. “It’s okay. I-I wanted you to-to—” She whips forward again. “I wanted you to keep tasting me.” Even with her facing the mound, I can see how she turns bright red as she talks. I can scent her embarrassment but also the arousal her confession is causing.
“And why should you be punished for that?” I ask, and her head drops forward a little.
“I wanted Situs’s mouth on me,” she whispers. “But instead of asking for it, I kept quiet.”
“It’s important you use your words.”
She peers back at us over her shoulder again, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, and my cock twitches with my sudden wish to know the feel of those lips.
“Do you deserve a spanking, geliebte?”
She nods before seeming to remember herself. “I-I deserve a spanking,” she chokes out and hides her face.
Situs is struck mute, staring at the apex of our little mate’s thighs. Her puffy folds and tops of her thighs are damp with sweet nectar. She lightly wiggles her bottom, either in discomfort or impatience, I’m not sure, but her arousal perfumes the air.
I make her wait in anticipation another moment, taking in the lovely sight of her then reach out to cup and squeeze her rounded bottom. I warm the flesh up before my hand comes down with only enough force to give her a little sting.
Situs grabs my hand. “She’s breeding.”
I stroke my hand down Hannah’s back. “Is this hurting you, geliebte?”
She shakes her head, looking back at Situs, and I scent her embarrassment once more. “He’s not hurting me,” she says, barely above a whisper. “I-I want more.” She shyly ducks her head, and I smile, filled with pride at her admittance. I know it was not easy for her.
I believe Situs realizes this also when he releases my hand. Seeming to come to a decision, instead of stepping back he moves forward. Easing himself down
between her and the shuttle mound, he once again drops to his knees, raising one of her slender thighs over his shoulder, and spears her folds with his tongue.
Her groan of pleasure strokes over me like a caress. I can see his cock is as full and dripping into the grass with as much pent of need as mine.
This time, when she peeks over her shoulder at me, I know exactly what she needs, and I do not make her say it. With Situs mouthing her cunt, I strike her ass, making her gasp. With little peppering smacks, I spank her as she writhes against Situs’s face. On and on, my smacks grow bolder as her cries grow louder. She clings to him as she rides out her pleasure, even as I redden her ass.
She cries out, cresting, and I forget to be gentle and grab a fistful of her hair. With my chest to her narrow back, I twist her head back so I can mate her mouth with my tongue the way I need to drive inside her body. She suckles, and my knees go momentarily weak. All I can think about is her wet, willing mouth on my cock.
“I want you to taste me,” I gasp.
She glances down hesitantly. Situs is trailing kisses and licks on the inside of her thigh, and she has one hand running through his hair. Then, looking back at me, she boldly reaches back and wraps her small hand around my cock.
I want to drop to my knees and beg her to put her mouth on my aching length. “Will you taste me, geliebte?”
She gives a small nod, and I resist the urge to throw her on the grass and shove at her. “Use your words. What do you say?”
Situs releases her leg, and turns her toward me, his hands rest on her hips as he stands, his front now to her back.
She leans back against him even as she says, “I want to…I want to taste you the way you and Situs tasted me.” She peers up at me through her long lashes. “I want to know what it’s like…to have you in my mouth.”
At her words, I have to give my length a hard squeeze to keep control. I am not sure why her saying such things affects me so, but I will live a thousand lifetimes and never tire of her delicate blushes of embarrassment as she stutters her sexual longings.
“Do you want Situs’s cock inside you while you taste me, sweet geliebte?”
Situs’s fingers flex on her waist. He seems just as eager to hear her response as I.
Her face goes rosy as she bites her lip and nods.
“Use your words.” Situs growls from behind her. “Tell us what you want, Hannah.” His hand strikes down on her ass, making her jump, and I’m mesmerized by how her hazel eyes haze out as she savors the sensation.
She looks back at him. “I wa-want your-your…”
“Cock,” he rumbles, picking up on the game. “Say the word cock, little mate.”
She flushes a rosy shade, the light sprinkling of freckles over her nose standing out. “I want your cock inside me.” Cock comes out on a whisper, but it still makes my own appendage jerk in her grasp. She turns and gazes up at me, her grip on me tightening. “While I take you in my mouth.”
She closes her eyes, stroking me, and I war with impatience, but then she eases to her knees. I sense her trepidation when she looks up between Situs and I. Situs strokes her cheek and hair. “It’s all right, sweet mate. There’s no rush,” he says, gentling her before he gets down behind her, and tilts her hips back. His gaze seems fixed on her core as he pets between her legs.
“Is our geliebte ready for you, Situs?” I know she is. I can smell her arousal, but I love the way she flushes all over again at my words.
“I’ve never seen a creature readier to mate.” She slightly trembles at Situs’s gruff reply.
She hides her face in my hip. I can feel her shame as he holds up two dripping fingers that were at her core, and I run my knuckles down her cheek until her luminous gaze meets mine. “Do not be embarrassed, little one. You honor us with your willing need.”
I chuckle low when she bites her lip, a sure sign she does not want to admit how aroused she is. I run my thumb over the abused flesh.
Situs kisses a trail down her back. She shivers her enjoyment, her eyes rolling close for a moment before opening and looking at my cock. Her gaze jerks to mine. “I’ve never done this before.”
I cup her cheeks. Something warm blossoms in my sternum at her vulnerability, as well as sharing this first with her. She gifts me with a shy smile, and I hold my breath as she leans forward, her tongue swiping at the moisture spilling out. She coats her coral tongue before gently sucking just the tip into the warm confines of her mouth. That gentle move is enough to make me want to spill. As is the sight of her lips wrapped around my cock.
One of her delicate hands grips my hip as she opens wider, inviting me deeper. Being welcomed inside my mate’s mouth is a wonder like no other. She takes me as far as she can before gagging, experimenting with how far she can accept me. Her lips meet her fist as she pumps up from the base of my cock.
My eyes lock on the vision in front of me, and I fight punching my hips forward and rutting into her mouth. When my cock head bumps the back of her throat, she sucks deep, moaning, while her fingernails dig into my hip.
I look back and see Situs slowly pushing a wet digit into her nether hole and I fight losing control. I would have never thought to take her there, but she seems to enjoy it. He seesaws in and out, rutting her ass with his fingers while she whimpers and chirps, her movements growing jerky on my cock. I wonder if her nerve endings in her little pucker are sensitive like her clit.
I wait, braced to push down jealousy at the sight of Situs giving her pleasure when she has my cock in her mouth, but there is none. There was none while he tasted our mate, and only heightened pleasure grips me now. Hannah’s mouth moves on me to match Situs’s rhythm, stuttering to a halt as she lightly shudders.
Her moaning tingles up my shaft and tightens my sac. I cannot help but grip her hair at the base of her head and move her mouth on me, gently at first, but I’m suddenly hit with a blast of her pleasure, as if it were my own, that has me spilling down her throat until she sputters.
My essence dribbles down her chin, and more sears up my shaft at the sight, splashing out all over her neck and chest.
Her head tilts back with a soundless cry, her eyes rolling closed as she rides out her pleasure with my essence dripping down her body.
My mate.
My beautiful mate.
The uncomfortable grip of affection burns through my being, taking residence in my chest. I rub the spot even knowing this blossoming ache will not abate. It is one of the few sensations my cybernetics cannot control, but this time I welcome the emotion.
For Hannah, I experience human love.
For her, I would conquer anything.
SITUS
My cybernetics work to slow my racing heart as I line my cock up with her dripping warmth. I fight the rising panic but know now the wonder it is to give my mate pleasure. I still have to remind myself I’m not hurting her as I ease inside her body. The slickness wetting her thighs and dripping onto my own is not blood but sweet mating nectar.
She desires this as much as I do.
I watch myself disappear inside her, unable to tear my gaze away. It takes all my control to not slam into her. The grip of her cunt is so tight, I have to pause for a moment. My cybernetics stop my body from shaking. My knot is already beginning to swell, and I am only halfway in. I bury my face in her neck, pushing in until her ass rests on my thighs.
“Tell me I can move,” I gasp. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Please.” She grinds back on me with a needy moan. “Ready.”
“I can’t hold back.” But I know I will. I’d rather be tortured for eternity than hurt her again. I lock an arm around her waist, desperate to hold onto something.
“Don’t hold back, Situs,” she pants. “Please.”
My eyes close at her words, my world reduces to only this moment.
Her.
She doesn’t know what she asks.
Her cunt clenching me.
She has no idea what she does to me.
Her moans ring in my ears.
Teeth gritted, I fight my knot swelling.
Her slick and hot body slides against mine, as if made for me.
My drive to rut swamps me.
Tilting us forward, I plant one hand on the ground, digging my fingers into the grass and dirt, and pump into her furiously, barely controlling the need raging through me. Her core contracts, milking my length as she screams my name, but still I desperately work over her.
My knot pushes back against the walls of her cunt, drawing chirping whimpers and breathy gasps from her as she claws my arm and writhes.
“Please. Please. Please,” she chants, but I now know it’s from pleasure. All pleasure.
I open my senses and let the wealth of her emotions wash over me. Her driving need nearly eclipses mine.
My essence shoots down my shaft with such burning force I shout as it streams out of me in pulses, again and again, my knot not abating. My little mate’s cunt squeezes tight, and I shudder, more of my lifeforce spilling out of me.
I am blind with sensation.
Does she radiate affection, or is that me? She and I are one. Irrevocably.
I do not know how I existed without her.
HANNAH
This.
I never thought I would get this.
I never thought I deserved it.
Snuggled on our mats between my husbands, who are both petting and stroking me in contentment. I lazily run a finger down Situs’s nose and giggle at the happy face he makes. It reminds me of our family’s horse, Boris, when he’d get his muzzle petted. I wonder if there’s an animal like a horse here.
Jual trails kisses over my shoulder, and I turn my face to meet his lips. I run my fingers through the beard he grew for me and am suddenly humbled by this moment. By them. Jual said I honored them with my willing desire for them, but they deserve all my love and acceptance. They’ve worked to understand me with patience and care, and nearly died for me.
I love you. I love you both so much.
