Finding Trix (Felines of Furyne Book 3)

by L. M. Brown

  “Er…”

  “Two days ago? Three?” Delta guessed.

  “About that,” Trix admitted with an uncomfortable shrug.

  Delta nodded and turned back to Farron. “And that’s from a whore who lives here on the Pleasure Station itself. Imagine how long he might be going between feeds if he didn’t live here. You can take the moral high ground with the owners, or even me and the other customers, though it makes you something of a hypocrite since the money you’ve spent here goes towards keeping this place running, too. But I’m not going to let you make Trix being bad about living and working here. He’s trapped, just as much as the slaves in the cells.”

  “He could leave if he really wanted,” Farron said.

  Trix nodded. “Farron is right. The slaves don’t have a choice about whether they stay or leave. Nothing is stopping me from getting the next flight off the station.”

  “Nothing except the threat of starvation,” Delta replied. “Now, how about you grab one of those cushions and come over here and feed?”

  Trix shot a nervous glance at Farron. He didn’t want to appear as if he was dismissive of what he had said, but he was hungry.

  Farron flushed and lowered his eyes. “I seem to have killed the mood, haven’t I?”

  “Just a little,” Trix agreed.

  “I’m sorry. Maybe I should leave?”

  Trix sighed. “You don’t have to. You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

  Farron offered him a small smile. “I should maybe have waited until after we’d had sex, though.”

  Delta rolled his eyes. “Good idea. Now, come on Trix. I can tell you’re hungry.” He undid his baggy pantaloons, a ridiculous piece of clothing common to canines. With the slits down the sides and one at the back for his tail, the garments always gave Trix the impression they falling to pieces. He far preferred the feline and avian kilts.

  Trix picked up one of the many cushions from his bed. He spent more of his credits on comforts like this than anything else. He set the cushion down between Delta’s legs and knelt.

  Delta stroked his cock, teasing himself to hardness.

  Trix licked his lips as the smell of cream hit his nostrils and his stomach gave an embarrassingly loud growl.

  Delta stroked his finger over the tip of his cock, gathering up the small bead of cream from the end. He held it to Trix’s lips and Trix licked the finger clean.

  “Drink up,” Delta encouraged. He stroked his hand over Trix’s fur and guided his head down to his groin.

  Trix took the thick, hard cock between his lips and sucked carefully. He might’ve been hungry, but he wasn’t so starved he forgot to be careful of his long, sharp incisors.

  The first spurt of cream hit his tongue and Trix groaned with pleasure. He swallowed it, the pangs in his stomach easing at once. He glanced up at Delta and saw him smiling at him. Remembering that Delta was paying for him to suck him, Trix teased him with his rough tongue, making sure to use all his skills to make this as pleasurable for his partner as he could.

  Delta groaned and closed his eyes, his fingers tightening in Trix’s fur. “Damn. I always forget how good felines are at this.”

  “They are?” Farron asked from behind Trix. He sounded slightly breathless.

  “You’ve never been sucked by a feline?” Delta asked.

  “I’ve never been sucked by anyone.”

  Delta moaned as Trix swallowed him deeper. “You’re in for a real treat.”

  A second spurt of cream hit the back of Trix’s mouth, and he gulped.

  “Fuck!” Delta shouted as his hips bucked and his cock slid down Trix’s throat.

  Trix fingered Delta’s testicles, squeezing them gently.

  Above him, Delta panted and gasped, as Trix pushed him closer to the edge.

  Trix’s cock hardened and ached, but he refrained from using his free hand to touch himself. It wouldn’t do to come too soon. Like most felines, he would be wiped after his orgasm and eager to take a nap. That was the last thing his customers would want. Delta had paid to fuck him and Trix doubted he would want to wait until he’d finished sleeping before getting to what—for Delta—would be the highlight of the night.

  Trix could smell Farron’s cream and hear the soft moans of pleasure coming from behind him.

  “Stop that,” Delta ordered.

  Trix stilled, wondering what he had done.

  “Not you,” Delta clarified. “You carry on. I was talking to Farron, who’s about to spill his cream, which would be rather a waste, don’t you think?”

  Assured that he was doing his own job well, Trix continued to suck Delta’s cock and drink his cream.

  Farron quietened and Trix didn’t need to turn round to see that he had stopped what he was doing immediately when Delta had told him to. That was very interesting, and Trix found himself curious as to just how much Farron would enjoy being controlled by his lovers.

  In Trix’s experience, those of the powerful falcon and hawk clans were very dominant in bedchamber, while the more common clans were much less bossy. He had never bedded a member of the swan clan before. They were nearly as rich as the falcons, but they lacked power in the avian community because they didn’t have the numbers.

  From the way Farron had reacted to Delta’s command, Trix suspected that the swan clan might be one of the more submissive, which contradicted the way Farron had expressed his opinions a short while ago. He wondered if maybe Farron was one of those rare beings who was naturally submissive when it came to sex. If so, tonight would be very interesting indeed, and Trix was excited to see Delta and Farron together.

  Delta suddenly screamed and stiffened. Trix pulled back a little and his mouth filled with cream. He drank it until Delta stopped quivering above him, then he sat back, licking his lips once more.

  He glanced over his shoulder at Farron and saw he was gripping the base of his cock, doing the only thing he could to hold off his orgasm. Farron’s gaze was on Trix, and as their eyes locked Trix crawled across the floor, seeking the second helping of cream that he craved.

  Farron’s eyes widened as Trix drew closer.

  Delta chuckled. “You appear surprised,” he teased, still breathless from his climax. “A feline will always seek out his cream.”

  Trix winked at Farron. “Those of us who survive on cream rather than a female’s milk, anyway.”

  Farron grabbed a cushion and put it down for Trix to use.

  Trix grinned up at him as he settled himself into place. Farron, like Trix, wore a kilt. The fabric was soft and appeared expensive. Trix eased it out of the way and looked at his second banquet of the evening.

  Farron shifted uncomfortably. “I know I’m not exactly big,” he whispered. “Not like Delta.”

  Trix smiled and shook his head. “Coming from a feline whose jaw is aching a little right now, believe me when I say bigger isn’t always better.”

  “I know, but still.” He gestured to his groin and the flush on his face spread over his chest and lower.

  A question Trix had considered earlier resurfaced at Farron’s insecurity. “You are of age, aren’t you?”

  Farron nodded. “Yes.”

  Trix frowned. Something in the tone of his voice made him hesitate to instantly believe it. No one under the age of twenty cycles was allowed on the Pleasure Station, but everyone knew that now and again someone managed to sneak in. “How many cycles are you?”

  “Nineteen,” Farron replied.

  Trix hissed with annoyance. “Damn it!”

  “What?” Farron asked. “What is it?”

  Delta recovered himself enough to reply. “No one under twenty cycles is allowed on the station.”

  “But avians come of age at eighteen cycles,” Farron said. “We’re considered adults from that point.”

  Trix shook his head. “It’s not a question of when you come of age, it’s the rules of the station itself. Felines become sexually active far younger than most species because of our diet. Ca
nines and other avians tend to come of age around the same time as you. But there are some species who don’t mature until later. As the station is open to all species, rules were put in place to ensure everyone is of age.”

  Farron chewed his lip. “Will I get in trouble?”

  Trix sighed. “Just don’t tell anyone else you’re only nineteen cycles old.”

  “Um, are you… er… are we…?” Farron stumbled over his words as his gaze flickered between Trix and Delta.

  “Yes, we’re still going to have sex,” Delta replied. “As far as I’m concerned, you came of age a cycle ago, which makes you old enough to know what you want. Trix?”

  “Delta is right,” Trix replied. “Now, I’m sorry for killing the mood.”

  Farron coaxed his cock back to hardness with one smooth stroke. “Not killed at all.”

  Trix didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He nuzzled Farron’s groin for a few moments, delighting in the sounds of pleasure coming from him. He wanted this to be good for the avian, especially since it was the first time he’d had his cock sucked.

  Unfortunately, even though Trix had the best of intentions in wanting to prolong Farron’s pleasure, it wasn’t to be. The young avian was too excited to last longer than a few seconds. Almost as soon as Trix wrapped his lips around Farron’s cock, the avian was spilling inside his mouth with a squawk of pleasure.

  Trix gulped down the cream. He didn’t mind how quickly or slowly his partner spilt as long as he got to feed.

  When Farron had finished Trix pulled away and rose to his paws. He felt a little light-headed after taking so much cream in such a short amount of time.

  Delta stood and walked over to him. He cupped Trix’s chin and tilted his head back. Trix hadn’t realised quite how tall Delta was. “I want to fuck you.”

  Trix nodded.

  “Right. Now.” Delta walked Trix backwards until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed.

  Trix undid his kilt and tossed it to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, scrambling back as he scattered cushions in all directions.

  Delta crawled on after him, and Trix suddenly felt shy. What if he was no good at this sort of sex?

  “Relax,” Delta said as he knelt between Trix’s legs. He eased Trix’s thighs apart, running his hands along them, inching closer to the wet heat he was aiming for.

  Trix took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He braced himself for Delta’s thick cock entering him, but it didn’t come. Instead a long wet tongue slid inside him, licking him intimately. He had heard canines had longer, more flexible tongues than felines, but this was the first time he had truly appreciated that fact.

  The bed dipped, and he opened his eyes to see Farron had joined them. The avian licked his lips as he eyed Trix’s cock.

  Trix had entertained more than one customer at a time on a couple of previous occasions, but only with partners who were experienced in such things. He had never been with someone as innocent as Farron appeared to be. Trix had little doubt left that Farron was untouched, or at least he had been until Trix had sucked his cock a few minutes ago. Farron might have been innocent when he arrived on the Pleasure Station, but between Trix and Delta, he would be thoroughly fucked by the time he left.

  “You can suck it if you like,” Trix encouraged.

  Farron blushed. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

  Trix grinned. “Because it’s written all over your face. Ah, fuck!” Delta did something to take away his power of speech. It seemed that being able to talk wasn’t something the canine wanted in a sexual partner. Trix moaned and clutched at Delta’s fur and ears, trying to find something to hold on to as his orgasm built.

  He was not going to come just from Delta’s tongue. He couldn’t be that desperate for release. He’d touched himself before, learning every inch of his body as he explored, discovering the truth of what it meant to be dual-gendered. Yet, he had never felt anything like the powerful shudders that rippled through him as Delta licked and tasted him.

  Just when he thought he was about to topple over the precipice Delta pulled away, leaving him panting for breath.

  He blinked up at the canine and tried to find the words to tell him what he needed. “Delta…”

  Delta placed his finger over Trix’s lips before slipping it inside. “Suck it.”

  Trix did as Delta ordered, even as he wondered why. Delta had made it clear what he wanted, and Trix was more than ready to let him fuck him.

  Farron inched closer and leaned down to explore Trix’s cock. He licked him slowly and cautiously. Farron’s tongue trailed over every single inch of the erection, though he didn’t take him into his mouth to suck. Trix didn’t need that much pressure to send him soaring, anyway. He’d been on the edge since he’d sucked Delta. His cream spilled over his abdomen, and Farron bent down to lick it.

  “Oh, sorry, did you want to drink it?” Farron asked.

  Trix released Delta’s finger to answer. “No, felines can’t take sustenance from our own cream. You want to taste it, go ahead.”

  “Save some for me,” Delta said as he shuffled back and joined Farron in licking Trix’s body.

  Trix moaned as they lavished attention on him. Belatedly, he realised it should’ve been the other way around. Delta was the one paying him. He should be giving Delta and Farron pleasure. That was his job, what he was paid for. Most of the time he would say he was good at it, too. Not that he was doing much to prove it right now. It didn’t take any talent to lie on his back, moaning.

  Without stopping what he was doing, Delta slid his hand between Trix’s legs. Trix expected him to put his finger where his tongue had already been, so it came as a surprise when he felt the digit probing his arse.

  This was familiar ground, albeit Trix hadn’t done this in a while.

  “You’re tight,” Delta said.

  “It’s been a while,” Trix replied.

  “I can tell. Perhaps it might be wise for Farron to be the one to fuck your arse first.”

  “I like the way you think,” Farron said.

  “Me too,” Trix agreed. He had been rather apprehensive about Delta taking him anally from the moment he had laid eyes on his cock. Canines were known for being well endowed, and Delta had certainly earned that reputation.

  “But first,” Delta whispered as he moved his fingers, “I want to bury myself right here.”

  Trix moaned as Delta slid a finger inside his vagina, removing it again almost immediately. “More.”

  Delta chuckled. “Oh, I’ll give you more, so much more.”

  Trix could hardly wait. “Delta?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “I intend to.”

  “No. Now.”

  Trix growled in impatience, and Delta seemed to take the hint. He moved into position and lined up his cock, nudging Trix with the tip.

  “Is this what you want?” Delta teased.

  Trix hissed. “You know it is.”

  Delta pressed against his entrance. “Beg me, Trix. Let me hear how much you want this.”

  Trix tried to push himself onto Delta’s cock, but the canine shifted back, just out of his reach.

  “Now, now,” Delta scolded. “I’m the paying customer here, and I want to hear you beg. Loudly.”

  Trix mock-glared at the canine.

  “I’m not hearing any begging,” teased Farron as he joined in Delta’s game. He licked a long stripe from the base of Trix’s cock right up to his neck, where he nipped him lightly. “Maybe he doesn’t want your cock as much as he says.”

  “I want it.” Trix grabbed Delta’s arse so he couldn’t pull away again. “Give me your cock, Delta.”

  The canine pushed into him, just a fraction of an inch.

  Trix whimpered and tried to pull Delta nearer. “I want more.”

  “How much more?” Farron whispered in his ear.

  “All of it,” Trix replied with another loud moan. “Fuck me, Delta, please. Make
me feel it. Need you in me.”

  Delta pushed in a little more, still moving far too slowly for Trix’s liking. “Like this?”

  “No, damn it,” Trix snarled. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “I thought I was,” Delta said with a teasing smile.

  “This isn’t fucking, it’s teasing.”

  “Oh, is that what it is?”

  Trix wrapped his legs around Delta and held him in place. “You know it is.”

  Delta laughed and with a snap of his hips he buried himself inside Trix.

  “Fuck!” Trix screamed as his body adjusted to the unfamiliar intrusion. “Oh. My. Stars.”

  “How does it feel?” Farron asked.

  “Good, so good,” Trix managed to blurt as the pain of being breached receded, and the pleasure of being connected to Delta began.

  “Just good?” Delta gave him a mildly insulted look. “I can’t have that.”

  Trix moaned as Delta began to move. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Give me more. Make it hard, make me feel it. Fuck!”

  Delta quickened his pace and Trix gave up trying to meet his thrusts. All he could do was hold on as Delta pounded into him, every thrust seeming even deeper than the last.

  Why didn’t I do this long ago?

  Trix answered his own unspoken question a moment later. The fear of pregnancy had always kept him from enjoying this particular pleasure. The risk was still there, of course, but he would buy some seeds from one of the station’s dealers as soon as he’d said farewell to his companions.

  He pushed the thought of bearing a litter from his mind, telling himself it wasn’t that he didn’t want a litter, it just wasn’t the right time or place. If he ever found a mate, then was the time to think about starting a family.

  Farron reached down to take Trix’s cock in his hand, and after that Trix could barely string two thoughts together. The dual sensations of Farron’s hand on his cock and Delta’s cock in his vagina was too much for him.

  Heat filled him and he screamed as a dual climax shook his body. He had heard about such things, but he had never experienced one before. Now he realised why they were so rare. The stimulation of both of his sex organs at the same time wasn’t so difficult, but to experience orgasms from them both at the exact same time was pure luck.