Of Another Dimension

by Jeanette Lynn

"Do not be troubled by this, Lil. You look like you're going to cry again." He talked softly, going for a light teasing tone.

  I worried my lip on my teeth and went ahead and asked him what I was worried about.

  "Is that why Kieve likes me? Because I look different? Will he... could he...? I don't want him to leave me when he realizes I'm actually quite boring," I eventually blurted.

  Sieren boomed out a laugh and looked at me incredulously.

  "You are anything but boring! And Kieve is very lucky to have you. He knows this too and is lording it over us," he said on a laugh.

  "Really?" I perked up a little at that.

  He nodded and studied me, sobering up.

  "Do you really care for, Kieve?" he asked a little disbelievingly.

  What? Does he think I'm incapable of caring for someone? I'm not a shrew! Well, not with Kieve I'm not.

  "Yes, not that it's any of your business, but I like him a lot," I snipped snootily.

  He raised his brows at my condescending tone, giving me one of his stupid smirks.

  My eyes narrowed to slits.

  Ugh!

  Well, I do! The cretin!

  How dare he give me questioning looks about Kieve!

  Kieve is mine! I thought possessively.

  "Kieve is kind and sweet and he treats me good. I even think I might already be in love with him, crazy as that sounds. So, you can wipe that stupid look off of your face and 'shut to the up'!"

  He put his hands up defensively.

  "Do not get riled, chomcharra. I was merely curious."

  "And I am not a dog!" I growled, splashing him again.

  He laughed, unfazed by my attitude and smirked, wiping the water droplets from his face.

  "A chomcharra is a Morclen word, Morclen are a species inhabiting a planet a few moons over, meaning 'fiery tempered one'. The creatures called chomcharras are fierce protectors and very loyal companions, that's how they got their name. It is a compliment. I do not know of any dogs."

  "Oh," I mumbled, my ire deflating.

  "You are feeling better after your bath?" he observed.

  "Yeah, actually. I feel pretty good." I wiggled my toes in the water and slunk down more, sighing at the warmth of the relaxing bath.

  I thought about everything that's gone on, the impromptu trip here, my scary first encounter with Teivel, my trek in the woods.

  I thought of Kieve and our camping days, those passion filled nights in each other’s arms.

  I shivered a little, remembering.

  That brought on another thought, hot on the heels of the first.

  Has it really been weeks, going on a month, since I left Earth?

  Is it wrong that I'm not nearly as upset about all of this as I should be?

  I contemplated that for a minute.

  Daddy always did say I was a little too accepting of situations sometimes...

  Is that what I'm doing now? Accepting my situation?

  Or am I just glad of the escape from the life I had been headed towards on Earth... A lonely spinster lady, who can't even graduate to 'cat lady' because she's allergic.

  "I'm going to hurt my brain if I over think this too much," I muttered and groaned.

  That's another one of my supposed shortcomings. I over think things too much sometimes.

  I'm the gal that just has to keep harping on something sometimes, beat the dead horse, so to speak.

  You haven't been doing that lately though, Lil, have you? The little voice in my head chimed in.

  Now you're mated to a demon and living in his house with him and his two eccentric brothers on a shaxna farm.

  "Shut up, stupid inner voice," I grumbled, trying to muffle it in my knees as my mouth rested against them.

  I don't need any crap from myself right now!

  Good Lord, I sound crazy! Just listen to me talking to... well, myself...

  Fuck it, I decided, I don't care.

  Crazy acquiescence of my situation or not, I'm actually happy with Kieve and I'm not going to question it anymore.

  Sieren heard my knee mumbles, despite my efforts to smother them and laughed so hard he clutched his belly.

  "Do you always berate yourself, chomcharra?" he asked between laughs.

  "Only when I might be wrong," I retorted, cracking a tiny smile, laughing along with him.

  It felt good to laugh about it.

  "Tempting my brother, baby?" Kieve called from the bathroom's doorway, my head snapping up in his direction.

  Hey! How long has he been standing there?

  "Kieve!" I gave him a warm smile, "Never in a million years!"

  "Hey!" Sieren huffed, offended.

  "Sorry," I shrugged, not sounding sorry at all.

  "Enjoying your bath, baby?" Kieve asked.

  "I am now." I smiled playfully.

  "Can I play your questions game too, mate?" he asked interestedly.

  I nodded my head 'yes'.

  "Hmmm," he hummed, thinking aloud. "What is a year? And how many have you seen?" Kieve asked curiously, taking off his shirt to toss it on the floor.

  It had shaxna birthing goop on it, all over it, and I am not going to contemplate that right now.

  "A year is a measurement of time. Like there are seasons and every summer that passes is one more year. I am twenty nine years old. Does that make sense?" I tried, badly, to explain.

  "Yes, we have seasons too, but we call our 'years' 'revolutions'."

  "Oh," I said thoughtfully, trying to pay attention to the conversation while I openly ogled my handsome demon lover.

  Kieve was eyeing me just as heatedly.

  "Like what you see, baby?" He chuckled, giving me a sexy grin.

  Sieren chuckled too and I snapped out of it.

  "You don't have to be here now, Sieren. Babysitting duties are over. I'm sure you have something much more interesting to do now." I hoped he'd catch the hint and take a hike.

  I have a sexy demon to play water tag with!

  "Nope. I'm fine right where I am. Actually, Kieve, Lil was just telling me all about her home world."

  Kieve stripped down in front of his brother, completely unabashed with his nudity and hopped in the tub, settling himself in behind me.

  He pulled me up against his chest and I could feel his cocks, hot and hard, pressing onto either side of my spine.

  "Now this is just awkward," I muttered, ignoring the twin chuckles at my blush.

  "You turn pink when you are embarrassed, baby. It's adorable," Kieve teased.

  "And you look like a blueberry when you blush," I quipped.

  "Do not be alarmed, chomcharra," Sieren smiled, "We aren't shy about nudity in our own homes. Some Sodraden even share a mate."

  Share a mate...

  "If you think I'm going to share you with someone else, you can just think again, buster!" I informed Kieve, "And there will be no weird hanky panky between siblings! That is just nasty!"

  I shuddered.

  Kieve and Sieren both looked insulted.

  "Hey! Don't give me those looks! I'm on a strange planet, plane, whatever you want to call it and I have standards, damn it! I am making them known!"

  Well, hell! I don't care if they're insulted. I have to make myself very clear from the get go!

  I don't want any more crazy misunderstandings.

  "Not between siblings and not multiple females. Males sometimes share one female, baby," Kieve explained.

  I shrugged like 'how was I supposed to know'.

  "Well, not that it would be an issue, but that won't be happening either. Humans have one mate." I wrapped Kieve's arms around my chest. "You are more than enough demon, um, I mean, Sodraden, for me."

  Kieve made a happy noise in the back of his throat and twined his fingers with mine.

  Sieren frowned.

  "Besides," I joked, "What would I do with four cocks anyways?"

  Sieren looked at me funny, his face unreadable as he nodded to Kieve and grunted.

  Kieve sq
uirmed around for a minute under his brother's scrutiny, but that was it.

  Sieren cleared his throat loudly and nodded at me meaningfully.

  "What?" I asked, feeling left out, my eyes darting back and forth between siblings.

  Kieve's hands played with my fingers, his body tensing up, appearing slightly distressed all of the sudden.

  "What? What is it?" I tried again, turning to stare at Kieve worriedly, "Is it bad? Tell me."

  No one said anything and I started to scoot away, hurt that he wasn't going to respond.

  His grip tightened and he pulled me back against his chest.

  "Sodraden don't usually have two cocks, baby. I’m, uh, different," Kieve said quietly, stretching out the word ‘different’, his voice low and a little sad, possibly worried.

  Why the sadness?

  Why the worry?

  I already know he has two anacondas.

  "Really?" I asked curiously, surprised by this, unimportant to me, fact.

  I don't care how many cocks other Sodraden have... only Kieve.

  I've already accepted his twin winkies, so this is a non-issue.

  My brow furrowed in thought.

  Maybe he's self-conscious about it?

  I didn’t care for that particular idea, glancing up at Kieve again.

  He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

  He is self-conscious about it, I realized.

  Well, I can't have that.

  "So... it's kind of like I’d won the Sodraden lottery when I met you." I grinned saucily, winking at my handsome Sodraden lover.

  His expression immediately turned from weary sadness to the sweet bit of sunshine his happiness always makes me think of, his eyes snapping up to meet mine hopefully.

  I reached up and ran my fingers caressingly over his cheek.

  Kieve pulled me up and turned me so we were chest to chest, kissing the shit out of me, one hand clutching my rump under the water, the other in my hair, holding me in place for him as he nipped and kissed me hungrily.

  "You don't care that he's different?" Sieren cut in, thoroughly interrupting us.

  …And reality came crashing down around my ears.

  Shit! He's still here?

  We broke our yummy lip lock as Sieren's voice penetrated my lust induced brain fog, mindful now of our current company.

  "Why would I be upset he's a little different?" I rubbed Kieve's chest, staring straight into his eyes.

  Kieve eyed me back hungrily, licking his lips.

  Mmmm… mmmm… mmmm…

  "Besides... the saying goes, double the pleasure, double the fun... well... something close to that. Either way, you catch my drift. And he couldn’t be any more different to me already. My kind don’t come in ‘red’ red tones or possess a set of horns, in case you haven’t noticed."

  "What is a lottery?" Sieren persisted.

  Good grief, he's curious.

  This is going to get old fast.

  "It's where people pick random numbers and hope their numbers come up. The lottery people draw numbers at random and if yours match up, you win a lot of money, that's what we use to buy things. It's a sign of wealth. The lottery is something people only dream of winning."

  "And I am your lottery prize?" Kieve asked tentatively, his big brown eyes showing a hint of disbelief.

  "Mmmm, hmmm." My eyes twinkled as I grinned at him mischievously, laying my head on his chest above the water.

  "Sieren!" Teivel bellowed suddenly from somewhere in the house, "Is the meat supposed to smoke like that?"

  "My food!" Sieren shouted, popping up to rescue dinner, slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.

  "Hey!" I cried happily, "That got rid of him."

  I straddled Kieve and started to pull my shirt over my head.

  Kieve gripped my hips and growled at me, reaching underneath my plastered shirt, peeling it off my chest, just enough to ruck it around my neck as he plucked at my nipples.

  His shafts rubbed against my sex and I gasped in delight.

  There was a cursory knock at the bathroom door and then it swung open unexpectedly.

  Teivel just waltzed right in, eating some kind of fruit, grinning at the uncomfortable look on my face.

  "Don't you people knock?!" I shrieked, covering myself up. Trying to, anyways.

  Kieve pulled me against his chest, making sure all my good bits where covered.

  "What do you want?" Kieve grumbled gruffly in a clipped voice.

  "I was just going to tell you that evening meal is ready," Teivel announced innocently, smiling smugly, taking a healthy bite out of his fruit.

  Ass! Ass! I wanted to call out. You’re a big, giant, red ass!

  "Then go away so we can get out," I bit out.

  "Sieren seemed very insistent. He said you needed to come down right now," he persisted.

  Kieve let out a heavy put upon sigh and kissed my forehead.

  "Come, mate, he's not going to leave until we get out."

  "I am not getting out of this tub with him watching over me! He'll probably try to trip me and say it was an accident! Stab me with a toothbrush that's sharpened on the end, something vile and prison movie like and I am putting my foot down! NO. Hell no! He goes or I stay!"

  "Really, Lil, no need to be so prudish,” Teivel grinned mockingly. “We’re family now. And it's not like you have anything I'm interested in." He snorted, giving me a look, as if I was something beneath him, acting like we were discussing the shaxnas or some other mundane thing.

  I tensed up.

  His insult hit home.

  Ouch.

  Score one for Teivel. Well played, ass wipe.

  I discovered a long time ago that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, words just hurt.

  Stung by him, I flushed in embarrassment and looked away.

  Kieve didn’t like it.

  "Get out!" Kieve snarled, wrapping his arms around me protectively, sensing my distress.

  Tievel noticed too.

  "Kieve, I…" Teivel started.

  "I said get out!" Kieve bellowed.

  Teivel glanced at me, but I quickly averted my gaze, not ready for anymore of his stupid stares and unwarranted crap tonight.

  He’d probably just take it as an opening to say something worse, trumping what he’d just said.

  The door snicked shut and Kieve pulled away from me, his hand under my chin, lifting my face up to his.

  "Teivel is a fool. He doesn’t think before he talks. Don't let his words hurt you. Ignore him, baby. I do." He looked deeply into my eyes before he kissed me hungrily.

  We kissed until we both needed to come up for air, laughing when we both gasped out at the same time for some much needed oxygen.

  "I think I love you, Kieve," I admitted, holding my breath for his reaction.

  He looked pleased and confused.

  "What does that mean, love?"

  "Oh. Uhm... love is when you care for someone deeply. You want to be with them and the thought of being apart causes you distress."

  How do you explain love?

  "Ummm... love is when you like the person for who they are, warts and all," I joked. "Love is hard to explain... it's a lot of things."

  "And you feel this love... for me?" He shifted, clearing his throat.

  He gazed at me hopefully.

  Why is that idea so hard to believe?

  "Yes," I said simply and gave him a quick kiss.

  At first, I thought he wasn't going to say anything and started to feel stupid for admitting it, but then Kieve's face lit up like a kid at Christmas and he whooped out loud, sloshing water everywhere as he picked me up, standing up quickly in the water.

  I shrieked and laughed, loving his exuberance.

  He nuzzled his nose with mine, kissing my lips tenderly, then pulled back to look at me.

  "Then, I love you too. You have my heart, mate," he chuckled, capturing my lips again, putting all of himself into the kiss.

  ‘You have my heart’…
/>   His words whispered back to me.

  I think he’s been telling me he loves me too, all along. So, yay me, technically, he said it first.

  I mentally danced a little jig. Woo hoo!

  “You have my heart too.” I smiled, holding him tight, laughing happily.

  Then Kieve was spinning me around in his excitement.

  Whoa! Bad idea!

  "Gah! Careful there, lover boy! I threw up earlier and I'm just now feeling better. Let's not rock the boat any more than necessary," I warned.

  He stopped and his grin faded.

  No! I want the grin back!

  I could kick myself for opening my big yap!

  "Are you okay, baby? I'm sorry, I didn't think."

  He did something with his hand, waving it over a little plate on a far wall and the water drained.

  "I will never figure all of this crap out," I muttered, wrapping my arms around my muscled hunk's upper chest.

  He cupped my rump and stepped out of the tub with ease.

  Stupid tall Sodradens!

  It would have taken me forever to do that.

  "What happened to the tub hanky panky?" I complained, letting him assist me with the removal of my wet shirt.

  I never did get to finish taking it off, thank you, Tievel.

  "When you're better," Kieve promised.

  I smiled inwardly at his chivalry.

  His mouth said, ‘no’, but his eyes and his two best friends said, ‘hell yeah!’

  "I feel better now," I tried, letting go of him when he went into the bedroom and tried to set me on the bed.

  He handed me a weird towel that soaked the water right up off of your skin and didn't feel wet to the touch, no matter how hard you tried to get the water to come out of it afterwards.

  I would know, I tried.

  Laying back on the bed, I grinned at him and watched him dry himself off.

  "Don't forget your horns," I sing song-ed, laughing when he almost put the towel up there absently as his eyes ate me up.

  I was practically purring inside when he ran the towel down his torso, then over the dark thatch of curly hair his engorged erections nestled in.

  He swiped the towel over them again and they bobbed a little.

  I licked my lips in invitation and he growled.

  "Don't tease me, baby, or we'll never make it downstairs."

  "Dinner is over rated." I giggled and cupped one of my breasts, arching up when I delicately pinched the tip.

  He pounced on me then, gripping my hips, his face diving in between my thighs as he lapped at my sex, his tongue raking slowly, making its way to my clit as he teased my wet folds, lapping up my cream.