by Rie Warren
Jedrek’s kiss was fiery and fierce. His tongue plunged straight into my mouth, and I retaliated. Grabbing hold of his short hair with my fingers, I twisted his head, darting my tongue around his.
The feel of a man’s firm lips so different. Hot as hell. Rough, not gentle at all.
Breaths gusted from our nostrils, and the warm wetness of his mouth alone took my straining cock to the very edge of release already.
Grunting, Jedrek broke away only to lash his tongue along my neck to my shoulder, swirling over the ropey tendons with slow wet swipes.
And then his hand was on my cock.
My head coiled back. “Fuck. Jedrek.”
Sensation exploded beneath the rough feel of his palm stroking the full length all the way to the ripe head, which he ran his hand around and around.
I shuddered, almost collapsing. No other man had ever fisted me before and the rawness of it set my pelvis pumping in rhythm with his sliding hand.
“Can’t believe I’m finally touching you,” he muttered against the side of my neck, rubbing his cheek against my beard.
“More,” I begged.
“You need more?” He nipped my chin then pulled back, taking his hand from my iron-hard flesh.
I’d never known Jedrek to tease, to be so sexual. My body vibrated as hot jolts of need pounded through me.
“Well, I need you naked,” he said.
He whipped off my kilt then rid himself of the rest of his garb while I shucked out of the chestplate. Hard naked bodies crashing back together, our tongues twined and our mouths twisted.
All his bare flesh pressed against me, and his large cock rubbed right alongside mine, another entirely foreign sensation.
My dick pulsed, and I slipped my hips up and down, rocking the whole solid length against the barrel of cockmeat rising rigid from his groin.
I palmed his buttocks, yanking him as close as possible, invading his mouth with my tongue to taste him more fully.
Jedrek drew his mouth away, eyes hooked low to watch our two dicks slipping together.
The sight of both big cocks was insanely hot, sandwiched between two armor-hard abdomens.
“I can’t wait.” Falling to his knees, he dragged his lips all the way down my torso and over the ridges of my stomach.
“What are you . . .”
He peered up at me with half-mast eyes, his tongue rolling out to dab the bead of liquid welling from the bulbous tip of my staff. “I want you to feed me your cock.”
His words were so hot I could’ve shot off right then and there. But it was the feel of his long wet tongue caressing the dome of my dick that pulled a terse grunt from my throat.
Dipping lower, Jedrek licked all over my heavy balls.
My palms flew to the wall, slapping against the smooth surface as riotous heat shot from my groin outward.
He slurped loudly, wetting my entire sac. “Mmm. Yeah. This is what I needed, Dex.”
Breath rushed out of my heaving chest. “Fuck. Why did you wait so long to do this?”
“Didn’t want to scare you off.” He kissed the base of my cock before pulling slightly back. “Now I want you to fuck my face.”
I circled the root of my shaft and lowered the stiff length down until the purple cockhead angled directly toward his ruddy lips.
A heavy drop of precum pursed from the slit of my cock, and he reached out with the tip of his tongue to capture the wetness.
Then he parted his lips, tongue extended.
Breath raspy, I slowly fed my fat cock into his waiting mouth.
Blind pleasure zipped through me, and Jedrek moaned around his mouthful. His tongue swabbed over the defined ridge of the head, onto the frenulum, over every inch I forced between his willing stretched lips.
I retreated, pulling entirely out. But he followed, striking like a reptile, plunging me back inside greedily.
“Gods, Jedrek!” I had no choice but to set up a steady pace, sinking in and out of his wet, wicked mouth.
Placing my hands on his head, I knew I wouldn’t hurt him. He was no delicate maiden but a full-grown male, and he wanted this as much as I did. His desire to suck me evident in every groan he released and, below, in his cock that looked ready to burst without even being touched.
My balls started drawing up, fire coursing down my spine and settling low. I pulled his head more roughly, entranced by the wild sight of my wide cock—wet with my friend’s saliva—thickening with more and more blood until the rippling veins visibly throbbed.
My tempo quickened. I was going to feed him wad after wad of thick white cum.
“Jedrek!”
The shout outside our door interrupted the blowjob of my life. I froze in place, half my cock gobbled in Jedrek’s mouth.
“Dex! You in there?” Another shout, and I recognized Cozmo’s voice as he bang-bang-banged to be let inside.
I withdrew from Jedrek’s mouth with a long low groan, my cock snapping up to my belly and bouncing, unrelieved. Fists bunching, I shut my eyes briefly. I leaned back, trying to calm down, but it was impossible.
Jedrek dropped to his haunches, swiping the back of a hand across his swollen red lips. He stared up at me, and I knew how I must look. Flushed all over, painfully aroused, stiff as my ax handle.
My thighs flexed hard, and I fought to stave down the simmering lust still humming along every straining muscle in my body.
“What is it?” Jedrek called out, voice gritty from his mouth and throat being used so thoroughly.
“It’s Laurel!”
CHAPTER FIVE
Jedrek
LAUREL?
My body on fire from overwhelming desire, I struggled to get my head on straight even while I still tasted Dex on my lips, in my mouth.
He’d been everything I’d imagined, but now worry about Laurel overrode all other thoughts.
I tossed Dex’s kilt to him, quickly covering myself as well. There wasn’t much we could do to hide our interrupted activities. The room smelled of male sweat and aroused exertion, and Dex and I both showed signs of lust, not the least of which included hard cocks barely concealed by the kilts. Dex’s long braided beard had rasped my lips, my cheeks, my chin, surely raising redness on my skin.
Storming to the doors, I pressed them open.
Cozmo entered in fast strides, and Dex stood tensely beside me.
“What’s wrong with Laurel?” he asked.
“She’s missing,” the blond human answered.
Pulling him to me by the collar of his tunic, I barked in his face, “What do you mean? Missing?”
Cozmo shook loose. “I went to her quarters after the queen gave birth, and she wasn’t there.”
“What were you doing at her abode at this time of night?”
“Checking on her after the commotion at the feast.”
“What is she to you?” Dex snarled with clear jealousy, and I briefly wondered if he had stronger feelings for Laurel than for me.
A childish notion that had no place here.
“She’s a friend I care about.” Cozmo glared right back. “And since my sister was nearly raped, and her assailant was gonna sell her on the black market just because she’s a human woman, I thought you two would be concerned about Laurel. Seeing as you’re her perpetual watchdogs.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Dex thrust his face even closer to Cozmo.
He snorted, raking both hands through his hair. “Everyone knows, Zenithians and Earthlings alike.”
I blew out a breath then turned to gather two daggers, quickly sheathing them. Dex hefted his battle-ax.
Cozmo’s eyes widened. “So you’ll help me find her?”
“Of course,” I assured.
“Especially with the rash of violence against women,” Dex added, hand tightening around the grip of his favored weapon. “I’ll destroy anyone who dares harm Laurel.”
We left the rooms to search through the palace, stopping first at the Great Hall. The feast might’ve ended
, but the orgy was in full swing.
We halted in our tracks. The heavy weight of arousal between Dex and me resurged as we surveyed the couples and threesomes and foursomes in various states of undress, limbs entwined, flesh meeting, heat and hot desire swelling in the air.
My jaw stiffened. My cock did too. “She wouldn’t be here like this.”
Cozmo rolled his eyes. “No doubt. You two are better than a chastity belt when it comes to guarding her virtue.”
Dex squinted at the man. “We’ve never stopped Laurel from—”
Cozmo swiftly interrupted, “From fucking someone? That’s right, because you just make sure to jack up any dude with any intention of putting the moves on her.”
“Well,” I scanned the vast room one more time, “someone needs to look after her.”
“Sure. Keep believing that.” Head dropping back, Cozmo clenched his hands. “I’ve already looked all over the palace. The grounds too. I don’t know where she could be or if someone’s hurt her, and I can’t leave her—”
“What about the lake?” Dex cut in.
“The lake?” I turned to my almost-lover.
His cheeks reddened. “She likes to . . . swim there.”
We raced from the palace, frantic to find her. From what little we knew about this so-called black market we’d been unable to locate, a human like her would fetch a fine price.
Cozmo—a mere Earthling, therefore slower—had no hope of keeping up with us. Dex and I sprinted through the tuptup and malp tree forest.
“Let’s hope she’s there.” My feet pounded the ground faster.
“If she is, I’d like to throttle her myself.” Dex leaped over a log. “What the hell could she be thinking going out alone in the dark?”
“She’s fearless.”
“Because we’ve been protecting her.” He quickened his pace. “Gods, I hope she’s there.”
Despite his growled anger toward her if she turned out to be safe and just partaking in a midnight swim, his true worry showed through now.
As we neared Lake Ranquil, a soft splashing noise echoed through the trees. I cautioned Dex, a finger to my lips. We approached soundlessly, exiting the woods and drifting down the sloping bank.
Laurel lay on her back, aloft on the glassy surface of the water. Muted beams from both moons reflected off her skin, flecking her pale flesh in silver while her long dark hair blended with the rich depths of the lake. Her breasts crested the water as waves lapped her sides. The tight buds of her nipples prickled in the night air. Water streamed from her skin in glowing trails all the way to her womanhood.
Arousal swiftly pierced me. I stood, watching, stunned to silence by Laurel’s naked curves, her slick body.
“Gods. She’s magnificent.” Dex spoke almost reverently.
I glanced at him. He suffered the same desperate desire as me, but now my lust included him, and I hoped he wanted me just as much. I pressed closer to him, skimming a hand up his well-muscled arm.
He turned, dawning awareness etched on his face splashed by the moons’ light.
“So are you.” I bent, intent on kissing him as ferociously as we wanted to kiss Laurel.
“Jedrek! Dex!” Laurel’s dulcet voice broke us apart. “What are you doing here?”
He and I marched toward the water’s edge, and she dropped beneath the surface until water licked around her shoulders.
“I think the more important question is what the hell do you think you’re doing out here by yourself?” A scowl formed on my face.
She rose, sputtering.
She pointed a finger, fuming. “I’m a free woman now. You can’t tell me where to go, when, or why. Men,” she huffed out.
In her ire she’d seemingly forgotten her nudity. Water cascaded down her sweet curves, highlighting her beaded nipples and the slim indent of her waist.
Fuck.
“Laurel, is that you? Are you okay?” Cozmo crashed into the small clearing lit by the moons’ glow, and Dex and I quickly moved to guard Laurel from his sight.
“You will come with us,” Dex ordered her.
She slowly waded closer, arms over her breasts, water just up to her mons. Her pale skin gleamed gloriously, and each step revealed more of her delicious little body.
“Cozmo, can you bring me my things?”
I pushed out an arm to block Cozmo from coming any closer. “Cozmo will stay where he is.”
“At least afford me some modesty.” Laurel asked, dripping in water up to her pelvis.
Reluctantly, I gathered her garb and placed it on the edge of the bank. Then Dex and I turned our backs. My cock remained a hard staff beneath my kilt, and I smelled the heat coming off Dex too.
I wanted him.
We wanted her.
How the hell would this work?
CHAPTER SIX
Laurel
I WASN’T SURE what was going on, but I did know the two huge ultra male warriors. Dex and Jedrek. I shouldn’t have been at all surprised they’d located me. Still, I didn’t appreciate them standing there, hulking, fully armed while I remained naked and wet. I’d only headed to the lake after the feast because skinny-dipping was my guilty pleasure.
I thought the sole purpose of the two Valkrane males was to ensure I remained pure forever. Cozmo, a close friend, wasn’t much better. Between the three of them, they’d managed to scare off every single male who’d shown the slightest sexual interest in me.
But not once had Dex or Jedrek ever propositioned me. Hell, they’d barely spoken a handful of sentences to me in the five years I’d been on Zenithia. The first time I’d encountered them was straight from a bloody skirmish on the planet Skeer.
I’d been seventeen years old when the lizard species had herded me, along with ten other women and girls, from the doss house we’d squatted in in Milwaukee. The aliens big black bug eyes huge, their toothless mouths spread wide in macabre grins, they’d spoken their creepy clicky-language, binding us together then blinding us with some kind of laser.
Upon regaining our vision, we were no longer in America. We sure as hell weren’t on Earth. Thus began our lives in captivity, and trust me, the Skeerites weren’t one nth as welcoming as the Zenithians.
Homeless people were so easy to abduct. No one would miss us. No one came to our rescue.
No one would save us.
Twelve long months, I’d endured the reptilians’ imprisonment, working from dusk to dawn in a land that could only be described as hostile, from the lethal lashings meted out as punishment for any indiscretion to the toxic vegetation that could cloud the immediate area in poisonous gas.
Until one day, Jedrek and Dex opened the cage where I was kept. I remember rushing headlong into both their arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I knew they weren’t human, but they emanated strength and kindness and—yes—humanity nonetheless. And they’d brought me to this new home.
I might’ve been called a chattelian here, but life on Zenithia was pleasant. I adapted easily after the year of torture on Skeer. I made friends, whereas I’d had none before.
Since that fateful day when the king’s men had saved me, they’d kept an enforced distance all the while making it clear I was:
1. constantly in their sights, and
2. completely under their protection
Meanwhile, I wouldn’t have minded if they’d pursued me. One or both of them.
Mmmm. Both of them.
That fantasy had crossed my mind on more than one occasion.
Dex and Jedrek were both smoking hot. Each broad-shouldered, extraordinarily tall, bodies packed with muscle upon muscle. Dex had long blond hair and a long blond beard and a wicked sense of humor, while Jedrek was darker, his face harder, his disposition more serious. They both bore similar skin markings on their arms up to their shoulders, the rune-like designs and patterns I’d come to learn grew spontaneously whenever something important in their lives transpired.
I stared at their bare chests and broad shoulders now, aware t
hey were at least wearing kilts while I was one hundred percent nude and almost completely on show after rising from the lake.
“Laurel? You okay?” I heard Cozmo call out from the edge of the woods.
And now Cozmo was here too.
Ugh.
“I’d be perfectly fine if these two would give me a shred of privacy,” I snapped.
The corner of Dex’s mouth lifted in a slight smile, and the warriors finally, reluctantly turned their backs.
“Cozmo, you can go back to your quarters. We’ll look after her,” Jedrek ordered.
I glared at the male’s back, a back laddered with muscles.
How dare he make decisions on my behalf?
Yet, standing naked and dripping, I shivered not from cold but from tantalizing awareness, wondering what they had in mind for me. Certain I’d agree to their desires if they asked first.
Neither one of them seemed inclined to talk while I dressed in the sheer light gown I’d shrugged off earlier. The pair stood stiffly, continuously scanning the moon-glowing clearing.
Dressed but damp, I marched around the men, who were as large as monoliths. The gown clung to my body, hiding very little. Dex and Jedrek scanned me from head to toe, making me painfully aware of just how much was on display, but I shook my hair back, planted a hand on one hip, and let them have their fill.
My puckered nipples—dark shadows through thin cloth—weren’t the only things on the rise.
The two males glanced away, the smooth black leather of their kilts lifting at the front from their groins.
“Well? Seen enough?” I stamped a foot on the ground. “I’m waiting for some sort of explanation.”
“We will take you to your quarters so you can gather some belongings.” Jedrek’s dark gaze roamed over me again.
“Why?”
“You, of all people, should understand why!” Dex bellowed, frustration evident. “Gods, woman. Do you not remember what it was like to be enslaved by an evil race?”
I shrank back from him, inwardly quailing from his wrath.
Jedrek laid a hand on his shoulder, but Dex only shrugged him off.
