They hadn’t.
The strange thing was, they seemed to understand – or at the very least had chosen to be accommodating enough that they sat her down, and explained her options to her. It had been Le’on that apologized for being as blunt as they had been, making her feel like she had no outs. Karron had apologized, too, though seemed the less serious of the two and had joked that it was okay, because she would see what they meant in time. They had answered her questions after that – explaining to her that yes, they chose her, but ultimately, they couldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. They merely hoped that she would agree to be theirs, willingly. Over time.
Lyra didn’t know if she wanted to be theirs, the impression that she got from their terms of mating being that it was akin to marriage. She had never even had a long-term boyfriend (friends with benefits, she figured, didn’t count) let alone two alien mates. She did agree, however, to stay. It wasn’t like she could return to the Compound, not at this point at least, and it was better to stay in the company of people who weren’t trying to harm her than out in the wilderness on her own.
She learned the ways of life for the Ammarok, deciding that if this was going to be a long-term thing, then she would need to know what the hell to do. She had a lot of options, which was comforting to her. Though they were a tribal people, they did have technologies. Ever curious, she explored, asked questions, and catalogued all that she learned. She had always fancied herself a bit of a writer, and took the time to do so now that she quite literally had all the time in the world, in abundance. She got to know one of the tribe’s story-tellers, a man name Tarron, and they often spent time together and spoke numerous times when she wasn’t around Le’on and Karron.
Those two… were interesting. She couldn’t deny the fact she had found them appealing physically when she had first met them – nor that she thought they were somewhat terrifying on their own. But she had learned that Le’on was quiet, reflective, and liked having long conversations about… well everything. The nature around them, the philosophy of their lives. He liked to explain things to her, like the way they built their homes and how to use the technology of their people.
Karron, on the other hand, was rambunctious, over-the-top. His personality shone brightly, and Lyra could tell he enjoyed being the center of attention. He liked to tease her, poke at her, but she found it flattering when she noticed that the bulk of his playful teases were directed towards her.
Of course, Karron’s playfulness and Le’on’s attentiveness translated into… other things. More interesting things. As she spent more time with them, a mutual interest made itself known. She didn’t know if it was proximity – they all shared sleeping quarters and the two of them had about as much modesty as a someone in a brothel – or just pent up tension, but.
One night, it snapped.
It was late in the evening, with Lyra winding down. Karron and Le’on were playing a game of Sar’kat – something like chess, played with the carved bones of the Starkee beasts that the Ammarok hunted rigorously. Her two companions had snuggled down on either side of her – Le’on to her front and Karron to her back. They were warm, so warm… and she couldn’t ignore that the heat was from a little more than just the contact. It wasn’t hard to notice the press of Karron’s interest behind her, and she didn’t stop him when his hand came to her hip, fingers rubbing her.
A kiss, was all it took. Le’on taking her lips against his while Karron touched her. they lit her body on fire – made it burn in the pit of her belly and warm within her womanhood. They took her, between the two of them. She had felt nearly split in two as they had their way with her, so completely full that she didn’t know what to do with herself. She had never had men like that before… never two at once and certainly never as many times. They seemed to go on and on, never tiring – even when she felt like her body was spent and her mind was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she didn’t know what the hell to do with herself.
Either way, when she had collapsed against the bed in a heap, she thought that maybe this was the sign she needed to know this was the start of something new.
VI
Lyra
“You know, I never thought I would be out here, like this.”
She strolled through the forest, with Le’on and Karron at her sides. She had been curious (that hadn’t changed in her time with the two of them) about what lay beyond the village, and the two of them had agreed to go with her to explore. They took her fascination with an amused sort of interest. Both of them were already so used to their surroundings that they were almost mundane, but Lyra had decided she was going to make the most of her self-inflicted exhile.
“What do you mean?” Le’on asked her, sliding aside some brush so that they could pass.
“I’d always wanted to explore out here,” she explained. “As a child… My father was an Admiral in the Intergalactic Navy, and he was always talking about how wonderful different worlds were… how interesting experiencing other cultures and peoples were. When we were set to come and colonize Earth Two – Ma’terra, sorry – I had been so excited…” She sighed wistfully. “But they told us that we were only to stay behind the holograph walls and we wouldn’t actually be exploring the populated areas; our settlements would be in the areas that had no sentient life. I understand why; no one wanted to do what had been done on Earth to native populations, but still. To be completely cut off from everything so new and wonderful… When my father died, he told me to never let go of the idea of expanding my horizons and getting more out of life. I never thought I would actually be able to do it, even if I always wanted to.”
She turned her eyes upwards, towards the sky. The unaltered sky of Earth Two was more violet than it was blue, like that of Earth. She couldn’t remember the exact shade of blue Earth had been – she wasn’t sure if the holograph projection of the sky was as accurate as everyone claimed. A smile played up on her lips, and there was a bit of a childish outburst from her before she looked back at Le’on and Karron.
“Catch me if you can!”
She shot forward, running in and out of the trees. She had no fear of losing herself or the men she was with – they were hunters, and she had faith in their ability to keep up with her. It wasn’t like she was particularly athletic to begin with. She was merely blessed with good genes and a Godly metabolism.
She heard them laughing behind her, and heard the crack of twigs, signaling they were following her. they didn’t catch up to her, and she knew it was because they were letting her get a lead – until she wasn’t.
Karron caught her first, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. They toppled to the ground, but he took the force of landing on the ground. His fingers found her sides, and he began to tickle her, ferociously, sending her into a wild fit of laughter as Le’on came upon them.
“Le’on, help!” She cried out, trying to pry Karron’s hands from her sides. The other merely stood, arms folded, looking down at them. He smiled, leaned down, and Lyra thought he would be her salvation –
Until his fingers joined Karron’s.
Her laughter pealed through the air, punctuating high. She caught the startled rustle of bird wings taking flight as she laughed, and tried to roll as both of these men tickled her. And to think, they were supposed to be the best warriors in their village. To think they were acting like this – like children!
She honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.
Eventually they let off of her, letting her take in deep, thankful gulps of air Le’on sat down with them, turning to lay down, the three of them looking up at the sky as they did.
“You two are ridiculous.”
“You’re the one that decided to play a game of tag,” Korran pointed out, poking her teasingly in the side, making her yelp out.
“Tag doesn’t mean time to tickle!”
“It’s called the spoils of the catch.”
“That is not how tag works.”
“
Is so.”
They went back and forth like that, poking fun at each other, until Le’on laughed and rolled over, flopping his body on Lyra’s.
“We should head back soon,” he said. “It will be dark, and the Starkee will come out. Let’s not chance a second encounter with them?”
Korran, despite being interested in the idea of fighting off a Starkee in front of Lyra, at the very least felt it was better to not tempt fate.
The walk back was peaceful, the two of them on either side of her, but their hands were in hers. She couldn’t remember when she’d felt so contented – but it was hard to not feel that way when Korran and Le’on were… well just them. They weren’t what she had expected, but she was infinitely grateful for that.
VII
Le’on
“Hey! Put me down! Put me down!”
Le’on looked up, his hands bloody from gutting and cleaning the Starkee he and Karron had caught that morning. He sat in the middle of their home, the fire pit already lit and heating up for the meat to set to cook. Where perhaps weeks ago, the string of words would have been cause of concern, the peal of laughter from Lyra’s lips made his lips quirk in a smile.
She was over Karron’s massive shoulder, her skin dripping wet. She had been bathing – Le’on could only imagine why – and it looked as though Karron had interrupted her. She had little more than a thin wrap of a fur blanket around her, and she was laughing as she playfully pounded on Karron’s chest.
He indeed put her down, plopping her beside Le’on before joining them on the floor. She shot him a look, which perhaps would have been annoyed had the flush of arousal not been on her cheeks and her mouth still wide in a smile.
It had been two months since Lyra had returned to them. They hadn’t properly mated her… not yet. But in their explorations of getting to know each other, letting her come to terms with her life’s new direction, and she learning about them… well. Certain things had happened, things that all three of them were more than eager to indulge in. Karron had obviously done so, or at least had started to do so. Le’on could scent a sweetness from between Lyra’s legs, a tempting one that had him wishing he didn’t need to finish preparing what would be food for the next week. He shot Karron a look, and the man merely grinned at him before he tugged Lyra to him by the ankle. She squealed, the fur blanket that had been around her body sliding off.
She was a beautiful thing to look at, Le’on would admit. If he had to share her, he was glad he at least was able to share her with Karron – he was the only other man he knew who’d appreciate every facet of her body in the same way that he did. He could tell, in the way Karron’s mouth moved over Lyra’s skin, kissing and suckling at flesh to redden it beneath his teeth. Of course, it was part in tease to him, too; Karron looked over at him with mischief in his eyes as he settled between her parted thighs, nuzzling into her skin.
“Are you sure that’s what you want to be doing right now, Le?” he asked, brow quirked. Le’on rolled his eyes and huffed.
“One of us has to be responsible and prepare food.”
Karron laughed, but didn’t further reply to him. Le’on turned his eyes back to the work in front of him, sliding a plasma-knife through the supple flesh of the Starkee. He didn’t need to look to know what was going on; he heard Lyra gasp, suddenly, and moan out Karron’s name. There was a slick slurp, the sound of tongue laving against the sweet folds of pleasure that he knew rested sweetly between Lyra’s thighs.
That was fine by him; Karron having his fill then simply meant he’d be able to have his own fill later. Of course, that was easier said than done – Lyra’s wailing moans became more and more harder to ignore as they went on, got higher, more needy and desperate.
Finally – and he wasn’t certain if it was the desire or the scent or the sounds specifically that tore him away, but he had to look over again.
His member jumped, already hard but twitched at the sight in front of him. Karron had his mouth pressed deeply against Lyra’s sex, and his fingers were obviously buried deep within her. Her back was arched beautifully off the floor, and her hips writhed against Karron’s mouth. How Le’on wished that it was his hair that her fingers gripped through, his name on her lips – but that could easily be remedied.
He stood, and went into the washroom to rid his hands of the gore that had accumulated on them. Lyra’s moans followed him, and he hurried, wanting nothing more than to join the two on the floor. Karron was still very much occupied between Lyra’s thighs, and she was very much absorbed in what he was doing to her.
Le’on wanted to remedy that. Just a little.
He settled on the floor, hand already palming himself through the leathers that he wore. He leaned down, taking her in a kiss that she returned almost hungrily. He loved the taste of her on his tongue, just as sweet as the first one that he had taken from her, and he tugged her lip between his teeth, drawing out a moan from her.
“Le’on… please…”
He growled against her, and let his hand fall to her breast. He rolled a taught nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling. He enjoyed the way she pressed her chest into his hand, and kissed his way from her lips to her neck. It was tempting to bite her there… leave his mark on her and claim her, but they hadn’t talked about that in full yet, hadn’t discussed when they would do so… But for the moment, he let the thought linger, before moving his lips to her chest.
His mouth encompassed her breast, taking the flesh into his mouth as he tugged and played at her nipple, enjoying the hardness of it within his mouth. His eyes flicked up, and he watched her face as she reveled in the ecstasy of having the two of them going at her. Her full lips were parted, her eyes screwed shut. There was a deep red flush to her already dark skin.
Her passion was beautiful.
He continued like that, as Karron stayed at her pleasurable spot, and he saw Karron’s own hand between his legs, pumping furiously as he moaned against her. He thought, amusedly, at least he wasn’t the only one that was driven completely insane by the way Lyra reacted to them. It was one of the single most satisfactory things that he had ever experienced in his entire life. He had lain with women before – shared some with Karron. None had ever pulled quite the need that he had for Lyra out of him.
Lyra came to her completion, crying out with a strangled gasp as her body shook. Le’on kept her nipple in his mouth, working the other one with his fingers. His free hand had made its way in his pants by the time Karron had strummed her up enough to spill over his lips, he squeezed and stroked at himself as Lyra rode her waves of pleasure.
“I want you…”
Her sigh was so soft, so needy. It made him groan himself, and he looked up at Karron. The other grinned at him a bit, his smile wet with the evidence of her enjoyment. They didn’t need to say a thing to each other, and switched places at the head and end of Lyra’s pretty, taught body. Karron had her flipped over, on her hands and knees. Le’on barely paid attention, knowing what Karron was after – he saw out of the corner of his eyes how eagerly Lyra took him in her mouth – and honed in on what he wanted.
His fingers splayed over her back, nails dragging over a little to welt her skin. She arched against them, and he took himself in his other hand, stroking a little as he guided himself to her entrance. Karron had done a good job at opening her up. There was little tension as the head of him nudged against her wet opening, and his eyes rolled as he was able to slip in without too much fuss.
Encased in her warmth, he groaned. There was nothing better than the feeling of her around him, tight and slick about his length. He loved the way that made her groan, muffled against the intrusion of Karron within her mouth, and that sweet little clench of her inner walls, as if she were gripping him to keep him buried within her. In response, the hand at her back went to her hair, slipping through the thick strands to hold on as his other hand went to her hip, holding her.
The pace was hard, that he and Karron set. The air was filled with the
sounds of wet, slapping skin, groans and grunts of pleasure and the whines of Lyra between them. Their pleasure went around and ‘round, as if it filled the space just as much as the sounds and scents of it, too.
He slid in and out of her, enjoying the grip of her body on him. It was a sweet ecstasy that had his head tossed back, nails digging into Lyra’s hips. When he finally came, it was deep inside her body, flooding her insides and gushing out and around his full, hard length. He heard the guttural growls of Karron ahead of him as he did the same, and the following tightness of Lyra around him let him know he had brought her over the edge with them, as well.
Not wanting to be done, though, he kept rocking his hips, remaining inside of her. Never before had he wanted to mate so badly… the desire burned deep in his veins, that need to claim and keep her as his and Karron’s.
Soon, he thought though. Soon.
VIII
Lyra
“The both of them care for you, deeply.”
Lyra looked to her left, her head tilted. She was out with Tarron, walking about the village. Le’on and Karron were leading a hunting expedition, and Tarron had offered to keep her company while they did, if she was interested. He had easily become her best friend, in the time that she had lived among the Ammarok – a few months, though it hardly felt like much more time than that had passed.
He was older, a little stooped. He had left his glory days, but wasn’t bitter about it, enjoying the ease of his elderly years. Lyra enjoyed his company, and enjoyed his stories. Though lately, his favorite stories had often had love themes, and they often went back to this – him talking to her about Karron and Le’on.
Her face reddened a little, but she turned her attention away from him. She knew how they felt about her. It was something that was hard to ignore, in all honesty. Their touches over the months had gone from longing, passionate, lustful ones, to more tender, loving ones. The way they looked at her – both of them, because even lusty, rough Karron had gotten soft with her as of late – made her heart warm within her chest.
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