by L. M. Brown
Farron leaned down to lick Trix’s neck and whisper in his ear. “I want you to claim me.”
Trix’s eyes widened, but he seemed unable to speak.
Farron grinned as he continued to stroke him. “I had a lot of time to read up about felines while I was trying to find you. I know what claiming involves and I want you to do it.”
Delta pulled back. “Me too,” he said before diving back in.
Farron let go of Trix’s cock, knowing he was preventing Trix from spilling his cream, but also knowing they were going to need it later. Claiming in the feline way was messy, and they should avoid wasting cream that they might need for that.
When Trix had climaxed from the stimulation of his female parts for a third time, Farron and Delta pulled back to let him recover.
Delta had a smug expression on his face, and Farron suspected his own was similar.
Trix gazed up at them and grabbed Farron’s hand. “Ride me?”
Farron nodded and straddled Trix with as much grace as he could manage, which wasn’t much, considering he was feeling a little shaky himself and Delta was so close he almost got kicked.
“Delta?” Trix called.
“Right here,” Delta replied.
“Fuck me.”
Farron gripped his own cock at the base as Trix’s words sent another wave of desire through his body. He looked back at Delta. “You first.”
Delta nodded. “Where do you want me, Trix?”
“Arse,” Trix replied without hesitation.
They all shifted about, searching for the easiest way to give Trix what he asked for. Farron decided it would be easier for him to get off Trix, at least long enough to give Delta time to prepare him properly.
He watched as Delta stretched Trix with his fingers and a healthy amount of oil from the vial he kept on the bedside table. Trix moaned encouragement the whole time. Farron took the opportunity to prepare himself with the oil as well.
Delta entered Trix with care, inching his way inside, while constantly checking with Trix that he was all right. When he was fully seated he held still while Farron got into position.
“Turn round,” Delta said.
Farron obeyed him without question. His instincts didn’t allow him to argue or fight the command. He hovered over Trix’s cock for a moment, before taking it in hand and guiding it into his stretched arse.
Delta grabbed him round the back of the head and pulled him into a kiss. “Ready?”
Farron nodded.
“Yes,” Trix replied, his voice strained.
“Then hold on tight.” Delta pulled back and thrust forward with a loud grunt.
Behind him, Farron heard Trix groan. He clenched around Trix’s cock and moaned at the feeling of fullness.
Delta moved again, his pace increasing with each thrust.
Trix cried out and Farron echoed his calls of encouragement. He clung to Delta as the canine fucked not just Trix, but Farron too.
Delta’s eyes flashed bright yellow and Farron became acutely aware of his lengthy incisors. Unlike the avians, both canines and felines were known for their sharp teeth. His heart beat faster and he instinctively bared his throat to Delta. He knew how canines claimed their mates and he offered his submission. He wanted nothing more than for Delta to claim him while Trix spilled his cream inside him.
“You’re sure?” Delta asked. “It’s permanent.”
Farron nodded. “Do it.” His cock hardened in anticipation. He wanted to belong to Delta so badly he ached.
The moment Delta’s teeth bit into his neck Farron orgasmed. Heat pooled inside him, and he realised Trix had climaxed too.
The dual claiming had his head spinning and he fell forward, the room swaying around him, as his vision blurred.
When he came to himself again, he was on his back with Delta hovering above him, an expression of concern on his face. “Farron, can you hear me?”
Farron nodded. “Yes, what happened?”
“You fainted,” Trix said from beside him. “I thought we’d broken you.”
Farron’s face heated. “I actually passed out?” How embarrassing.
“You did,” Delta confirmed. “You gave us quite a fright.”
“Are you feeling better?” Trix asked.
“Yes, I think so. Did you finish claiming me?”
Trix snorted. “Of course not. You were unconscious.”
Farron supposed it was a bit of a stupid question. “Do you want to finish claiming me now then?”
“Um… if you’re feeling up to it?”
“Yes.” Farron leaned up on his arms met Trix’s lips in a soft kiss. “I want everyone on my world to know I belong to you both.”
Delta brushed a finger over his neck and Farron flinched at the fleeting pain. “There’s no questioning my mark.”
Trix smiled. “I hope you’ll give me one of those too, before we head down there.”
Delta paused. “My mark is as permanent as Farron’s bond. Are you sure?”
Trix hesitated a moment, before nodding. “If you want to keep me, then yes, I’d like that.”
“Oh yes, I most definitely want to keep you,” Delta assured him. “Now, how about you coat the two of us with your cream and finish claiming Farron. Then you can fuck me while I claim you too.”
Trix was already fisting his cock by the time Delta had finished talking.
Farron was glad there was little he needed to do other than relax while Trix spilled his cream over his and Delta’s chests. He closed his eyes and relaxed while Trix spread his cream over their bodies, covering their hearts in particular, and ensuring they were marked with his scent. The mark would last for a month, but would fade over time. Farron knew this was only the first time Trix would be claiming him.
He touched Delta’s mark, knowing that even though it was permanent he wanted Delta to bite him again. Preferably without him passing out next time.
Sleepy and unwilling to exert himself, Farron was content with watching while Trix fucked Delta. Watching the large canine being taken by the slighter feline was arousing in a way Farron would never have expected. He could tell by the way Trix held himself that the feline was not a male who would take orders and submit to another the same way Farron craved.
As Trix climaxed again, he fell onto Delta’s chest and the canine pulled him up so he could mark him with his bite.
“I’m done,” Trix mumbled as he curled up between Farron and Delta. “No more cream to spill.”
Farron chuckled. “I’m surprised you managed as much as you did in one night.”
Trix yawned widely. “Felines always have just enough cream for what we need. Whether it’s for claiming or feeding, there’s no chance we’ll run short.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Farron said. “Um, how long do we need to wait before we can clean up without erasing the mark?”
“It’s probably best to wait until morning,” Trix said. “Sorry. I know feline claiming is a lot messier than any other species, and certainly not as beautiful as your song.”
Farron smiled as he hugged Trix close. “I beg to differ. I can think of nothing more beautiful than the sight of my mate climaxing.”
Delta snorted. “You two are far too sappy. Now be quiet and go to sleep.”
“Yes, master,” Farron teased as he snuggled closer to Trix. The words were said somewhat mockingly, but they felt right to him.
“Do I have to call you that too?” Trix asked.
“No, and neither does Farron when I’m trying to sleep.” Delta grumbled as he turned into Trix and wrapped himself around him, his hand reaching out to touch Farron on Trix’s other side.
Farron held Delta’s hand and entwined their fingers together. Somehow, going home and facing his family didn’t seem quite as daunting as it had been. With the strength of his mates beside him, Farron had no doubt he could face whatever was to come.
Chapter Fifteen
Delta straightened his clothing and brushed out his tail.
He didn’t usually bother with such things, but he wanted to look his best when he met Farron’s family. He was a little nervous, though not as much as his mates appeared to be.
Trix had gone suspiciously quiet and was pacing the flight deck, checking on the babies each time he reached them.
Farron wasn’t much better, and Delta suspected the avian was channelling Trix again. Farron had approached Delta earlier that morning, bent over his knee, bared his arse, and gazed at him with pleading eyes. Delta had given him what he needed, while Trix had watched, his breaths coming quicker.
With his arse red and sore, Farron too remained on his feet. Delta had suggested that the pair of them sit down during re-entry, but neither of them had been able to stay in their seat for more than a moment.
Now they were on land at last and ready to disembark.
Delta led the way, and Farron and Trix followed with the babies, who were safely secured in their hover-cribs.
“How far is it to your home?” Trix asked Farron.
“Not very, just a short boat ride away.” He rubbed a hand over his arse and gave a rueful smile. “Thank goodness. But I thought we could go and see Sera first, and get an idea of how things are.”
“Sera, who you were supposed to mate with?”
Farron smiled. “He’s still a good friend and I know he’ll welcome us. He wants to meet you and Delta.”
“He does?”
“Yes, of course. Come on, you’ll see.”
Delta wondered whether Farron was in for a bitter disappointment. Jilted prospective mates weren’t, in his experience, thrilled to meet the one they had been passed over for. In this case it was even worse, because Farron had not one mate, but two.
Despite Delta’s best efforts, there was no talking him out of it. “Are you sure you don’t want to send him a message and let him know you’re coming?” Delta had made the suggestion as soon as they had passed through the asteroid belt that prevented them communicating with the technologically isolated planet of Cygon. Farron had refused, but Delta hoped he had changed his mind.
“No, there’s no point. Swans aren’t stuck to their comms devices all the time like other species. Sera barely checks his messages at all. Chances are we’ll be there before he gets it.”
Their group made their way out of the spaceport and down to the boats. In some ways, Cygon reminded Delta of Lupalia. There was a lot of water on both worlds, and boats were the most common form of transportation. However, while on Lupalia, the water was in the form of wide rivers that separated the various towns, on Cygon the entire world was made of small islands, with each island home to a family of avians. Even the largest of the islands on Cygon was tiny in comparison to the land on Lupalia. The water was different too, still and glassy, not swiftly rushing to the ocean.
Cygonese boats were far superior to those the canines had. While the canines were still manually steering their vehicles around, the swan avians had become fully automated. Each dock sent out a signal that was unique to the location. Friends and family exchanged the signals in the same way as those who owned spacecraft shared their communication codes. It was a simple process to input a dock signal into any boat and travel to the desired destination.
Farron entered the signal for Sera’s island and they settled in for the journey.
Trix appeared fascinated with the planet and put his hand over the side of the boat to touch the water. He caught Delta watching him and blushed. “Where I lived on Furyne it’s mostly forest land. I’ve never seen so much water. Despite it raining almost constantly, we don’t have any open water like this. It all soaks into the ground to nourish our plant life.”
Delta smiled. “We have plenty of water on Lupalia, but this is far more relaxing than trying to navigate our rivers.”
Farron stretched and dipped his own fingers into the water. “Sometimes, when I wanted some time alone, I’d find a signal for somewhere hours away and just let the boat carry me off for a while.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“I thought so, though my parents might disagree.” Farron chuckled and at Trix’s questioning look he elaborated. “I might have started doing that at a rather young age. I was just eight cycles old the first time and didn’t have the best concept of distances and how long it took to get to places. They had every boat in the area out looking for me, and I was just drifting off to a park that I thought was close by, but was actually about two days’ travel away, with my lunch and favourite toy in my little sack.”
“Oh dear.” Trix laughed. “What happened?”
“Someone found me and hopped onto my boat to reset the coordinates for home. I screamed at the top of my lungs for the entire journey home, thinking I was being abducted, and when I got home my parents confined me to the nest for ten days. It was a while before I went out on one of the boats alone again. But from the age of twelve cycles, I started slipping away in that manner. By the time I was fourteen, my parents had given up trying to keep me on our island. As long as I told them I was going boating, they left me to it.”
“They weren’t worried that you might fall in and drown?”
“No, of course not. Swan avians are at home on the water even more so than on land. I don’t think there’s a single recorded incident of any of us even being in difficulties on the water, and certainly not drowning. Our boats are designed so they can’t be tipped over, even in the most horrendous weather, or if you deliberately tried to capsize one. The worst that could happen is that the boat develops a fault and goes off course, but they all come installed with an emergency beacon in case that happens.”
Trix checked on the babies in the cribs and shook his head. “I’m not sure I want these little ones disappearing for hours in a boat.”
Delta patted him on the thigh. “Don’t worry. They’re a little young to be operating a boat yet.”
Trix rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant.”
Delta laughed. “I know, and I like that you’re so protective of them, but they’ll have to grow up and will no doubt be getting into just as much mischief as their papa over there. You can’t tell me that you were well-behaved every single day.”
“No, of course not. But we didn’t have huge bodies of water and boats that drive themselves.”
Farron kissed Trix on the cheek. “You make it sound as if we’re going to settle on Cygon. We are only visiting you know.”
Trix relaxed a little and they let the boat carry them on their way. A short while later they pulled into a smart dock, decorated with blue and white stripes.
“Here we are,” Farron announced. “The house will have been notified that a boat has docked here, so let’s go see if Sera is in to greet us.”
Farron climbed from the boat first and he and Delta carefully lifted the babies out. None of them so much as stirred.
Then Delta helped Trix out and the group made their way along the path towards the house. Flowers of blue and white lined the path.
“Why blue and white?” Delta asked.
“Hmm?” Farron realised what he was talking about. “Oh, no reason in particular, just the colours that Sera’s mother happens to like. It doesn’t have any sort of significance like the royal colours of some of the other avian clans.”
“It’s Farron!” A delighted shout told Delta that they had been spotted. A moment later a young avian bounded down the path and threw himself into Farron’s arms. “Where have you been all this time? We thought you’d have been back here months ago. Why didn’t you send me a message to let me know you were on your way home? Are these babies your clutch? Which of these is your mate?”
Farron set the avian back a pace and laughed. “Slow down, Sera. At least let me answer one question before you fire another two at me.”
“Sorry.” Sera flushed and his bright smile did a lot to settle Delta’s nerves.
Farron gestured to the crib. “These are our babies, and as you can see, the papa is Trix here.”
Trix gave Sera a cauti
ous smile, but didn’t step forward.
Sera’s gaze flicked between Trix and Delta, clearly curious.
Farron didn’t wait for him to form his question. “This is Delta, our mate.”
Sera stared at him for several uncomfortable seconds. “Are you saying you have two mates?”
“Yes,” Farron confirmed. “It’s complicated.”
“So I recall,” Sera commented with a wry smile.
Delta gave Farron a questioning glance of his own.
“What?” Farron asked. “Sera’s my best friend. After I couldn’t go through with the mating, I told him what happened on the Pleasure Station.”
“You told him everything?” Trix questioned.
“Yes, he did,” Sera answered with a wicked grin and a snorting laugh.
Trix turned a shade of dark red, and even Delta, who rarely got embarrassed about anything, felt his face heating.
Farron shrugged as he looked at Delta and Trix. “You’re not really embarrassed, are you?”
“Of course I am,” Trix hissed. “I’m about to meet my mate’s family and they all know that we had a fucking orgy on the night we met.”
Put like that, Delta went from embarrassed to mortified. While he had never been a prude, he also wasn’t in the habit of engaging in sex with more than one partner at a time, at least he hadn’t been before he had met Trix and Farron.
Farron shook his head and guided Sera to the cribs. “Come say hello to the newest additions to the family. I think my mates need time to recover from their embarrassment. This is our son, Vynor, our daughter here is Eryn, and this little one is dual-gendered like Trix. We’re calling per Ashner—per is how you refer to dual-gendered youngsters who haven’t reached the stage where they have become either male or female dominant. Ashner is a feline name that can be used for both genders.”
“I can see I’ve a lot to learn about being dual-gendered,” Sera commented. “I’ve never met anyone who is before. Or at least I don’t think so. I know enough to be aware that it’s very impolite to ask a feline if they’re dual-gendered.”
Trix grinned. “It is, though in my case, there’s no need to ask, since it’s rather obvious right now.”
