The Melier (Women of Dor Nye Book 1)

by Poppy Rhys

  “Soren,” she breathed in between another kiss against his firm, warm lips. The world faded away as she let that surge of warmth overtake her. Her skirt was restricting and she swayed her hips side to side, letting the fabric scrunch up around her thighs as she straddled his lap. Lucia could feel her pussy tightening and stinging with arousal as the thin juices coated her and dripped down onto the fabric of Soren’s sleep pants. He groaned against her lips when her hands reached through the top band, wrapping her fingers around his cock and freeing it between them.

  “Loo-Sha, no,” he whispered but Lucia ignored him and kissed him again as she placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and sunk down quickly. She needed him. Lucia rasped her moan and their breath mingled together. Her hips shifted and she took all of him, grinding against his lap. She whispered his name again and that time he lifted her up and pushed her back down himself.

  Soren’s hands were all over her; pushing, pulling, rubbing her back and smoothing her curls. Lucia’s head lolled back against her shoulders as she rode Soren and felt his swelling cock stretch her, pushing her limits and dragging her further down the rabbit hole.

  Lucia opened her eyes and looked to her right. Val’Zun’s black gaze watched her with a hunger that she felt to her bones and the realization that she’d started fucking Soren in the den with Val’Zun and Gi’Ren watching, jolted her body with shock. All of a sudden Lucia’s knees tightened on Soren in an abrupt jerk and her muscles reacted without her consent as she was pushed into a premature orgasm. Her pussy locked down around Soren’s cock, coming so hard her body turned to stone for a stretch of heartbeats that felt like forever. Lucia didn’t break her gaze with Val’Zun the entire time. It was like she was in a trance, coming and gushing over Soren as she stared at his brother.

  Her body threw her into the aftermath and her lids squeezed shut as she cried out with the force of the aftershocks. Soren’s fingers gently covered her mouth and he told her to hush at the same time he was pounding up into her and coming with such force it made her fingernails dig into his shoulders just so she could hold on.

  Sweat rolled down Lucia’s temple and she panted against Soren’s chest. His heart beat so loudly against her ear, it felt like it was going to pop out and say hi. Her lips kissed any place they could land on, climbing his neck and jaw, until she landed on his lips. They both laughed breathlessly, her sweat cooling as the seconds and minutes ticked by afterward.

  “Your pheromones are dangerous,” Val’Zun said as he got up from the couch and paced as far away from them as he could, his gaze still black and hungry.

  “Pay him no mind,” Soren purred and kissed under her chin, sniffing and licking her. “He is jealous.”

  “It is only a chemical response,” Gi’Ren grunted, his gaze also black and hungry. “That does not mean we find humans appealing.” Soren snorted at this.

  Lucia lifted her hips, the movement allowing Soren to dislodge from her. The wet suck of a sound as his cock pulled from her drew a frustrated grumble from Val’Zun across the room. She climbed from his lap on shaking legs, come oozing from her and drawing goosebumps along her arms. Immediately her gaze fell upon Soren’s messy lap and his cock that now rested against his stomach.

  Lu sank to her knees before him, still unsure what was allowing her to act this way in front of his brothers. In front of anyone at all really, but she couldn’t stop herself as her hands tentatively gripped Soren’s flesh. It was hot to the touch and slick with their mixed fluids that coated her fingers when they wrapped around the base, pulling him closer as her face neared. Her tongue darted against the two inch slit that ran along the underside of the tip of his pointed cock.

  “Loo-Sha,” he choked, still sensitive apparently. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m tasting,” she breathed, eyes watching as the slit oozed a fresh bead of Soren’s green fluid. Again, her tongue darted out to lick up the bead. She rolled it around on her tongue, as if taste testing a succulent wine. It was slightly sweet with a tartness to it that reminded her of unripe fruit. Deciding she really liked it, her tongue lashed the slit again. Soren’s breath hitched and his head rolled back against the couch for a moment as he continued to freely provide her with more of his sap.

  Lucia wrapped her other hand around the base and pulled up and pushed back down, stroking him. The shiver that ran through Soren’s body was visible. She needed more. Her lips descended on him, sucking the tip between her lips and circling it with her tongue. His reaction was so startled he hissed air between his teeth and his cock jerked free of her lips. Soren’s eyes were wide open, looking down at her like she was something to be feared. Again she positioned him at her lips and sucked the tip.

  “A’Drast’s mane!” Val’Zun hissed from behind the couch. “What is she doing?”

  Soren’s reaction was arousing her once again and she reached down between her legs to circle her sensitive nub. Her moan of pleasure vibrated through Soren’s flesh and he shivered again.

  “I do not know,” Soren breathed.

  Lucia’s hand worked again, stroking him and this time she took him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed slowly, the girth of him stretching her lips wide. Sucking in her breath, she hollowed her cheeks as she pulled on him, eliciting a string of babble and when her tongue swirled around the underside, she was rewarded with a small gush of his tart, addicting come.

  Lu worked her hands quicker, stroking him and rubbing herself. When she teetered on the precipice, she lifted her mouth for air as her shoulders shook while her orgasm overtook her. Afterward she hungrily went back to sucking his cock, all of her attention focused on that task. Both of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking where her mouth would not go. Lu relaxed her jaw and lowered herself onto him as far as she could, letting his tip hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and the groan that followed was so loud, she thought he’d wake up the house.

  Again her tongue swiveled and swirled around his cock as she repeatedly worked him in and out of her mouth, swallowing each time he was in her throat. Soon his hips were jerking up to meet her lips and he was saying her name over and over, sending pleasurable chills down her back.

  Soren froze and his fist tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back and off of his cock with a strangled gasp. Lucia felt the first jerk of his cock slap against her cheek as a thick spurt of ejaculate shot against her face and she hurriedly twisted from his fist to take him back into her mouth. His surprised grunt shuttered through him as he erupted repeatedly, the liquid heat hitting the back of her throat with burst after burst of his long orgasm. Lucia couldn’t swallow fast enough and the copious amount that didn’t slide down her throat bubbled around her lips and drooled down his cock and over her working hands.

  When Soren’s body finally went limp beneath her, she freed the cock from her mouth as she sunk onto her ass and back along the floor, completely spent right along with him. Lucia stretched with contentment, popping her toes and splaying her fingers before turning into rubber. The cold polished floor felt good against her warm, sweaty skin.

  After her breathing gained a pattern of normalcy, she opened her eyes. Three sets of black gazes were glued to her. Val’Zun and Gi’Ren stared at the wet, matted patch of curls adorning her womb as it glistened with her own juices and Soren’s. Green come was smeared against her lips, chin and cheek, along her fingers and along her thighs; she was a mess down to her knees. “What?” she yawned. “Never been orally pleasured?”

  “A’Drast no,” Val’Zun scoffed and Gi’Ren grunted. “Melier females would shred us with their teeth.”

  Lucia rasped her amusement and pushed her hair out of her eyes, smearing a streak of green slime across her forehead. “Sounds scary.”

  For a few short moments, she drowsed in and out of a nap and then she felt warm arms scooping her up off the floor. Her limbs draped over them and she stirred awake long enough to mumble about christening the couch and ‘Nova be mad’.


  “Shh,” Soren hushed her and the soft jolt of his steps had her sighing. “I will clean it up.”

  ****

  Lucia stirred, exhaling and rolling over to get more comfortable. Her eyelids cracked open and she noticed she was alone. The light was shining through the curtains and she squinted, becoming aware of her body. She wasn’t the mess she’d been when she fell asleep last night.

  Soren must’ve wiped me up.

  He’s sweet.

  Her head fell back against the pillows, but the call of nature hit her all of a sudden. Lucia leapt from the bed, wincing and rubbing her jaw gingerly, regretting her decision to suck on Soren last night. Only because the pain she now felt was deep enough to make her gums hurt. She didn’t regret discovering how much he liked it or how much she liked it for that matter. She slithered through the curtains and across the main room, her nightgown shimmying around her thighs.

  The steam of someone in the shower dampened her skin, making her need to pee even more urgent. Her knees were nearly clenched together as she lifted the thin material, turned and sat quickly. The relief of making it to the lavatory had her sighing and her head lolled back on her neck. After a moment, she righted herself and jolted, nearly losing her balance on her perch.

  In the shower across the room stood Val’Zun and he was watching her. She’d assumed it was Soren in the shower. Maybe she would knock next time, somehow. She could have a bell installed. Can’t really knock on curtains.

  Lucia’s eyes betrayed her and slipped down his body. The wide shower head sprayed water over his blue, lean physique. Val’Zun was muscular, but athletically so. The tall glass doors separated them and fogged around the edges, leaving his body in full view. Her breath passed from her lungs when she saw his cock standing upright, curling back to his lightly rippled stomach. Immediately Lucia felt a rush of heat and she startled. Val’Zun was panting, scenting the air and fear spiked up Lu’s spine.

  Unexpectedly, he laid a hand against the russet colored square stones that lined the shower, as if he needed to be held up. His cock twitched and a stream of green ejaculate slimed the glass in front of him. Lucia thought he’d actually come, but it was just his arousal. She snapped out of her stupor, finished and hopped up to wash her hands quickly. The entire time, Val’Zun’s black gaze burned into her, but he stayed put in his winded, inflamed state.

  “I’m sorry,” she threw over her shoulder on her way through the curtains. What was wrong with her? Lucia scrubbed her hands over her cheeks, instantly wincing and dropping her arms. Soren entered through the doors at that point and grinned at her, carrying her daily dose of seetkut and a glass of water.

  “Sit,” he nodded toward a pouf on the floor. She meandered over to it and plopped down. Soren put the seetkut in her hands and set down her water glass. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a wet cloth, gauze and nanomed cream. Lucia bit into the fruit and chewed slowly; not only because of the pain, but because she had to carefully mash everything in her mouth before swallowing and she was thinking.

  I’m a terrible person. I should apologize to Val’Zun again.

  It was a cock. Half the planet has one.

  Yeah, I guess.

  As if summoned by her thoughts, Val’Zun whipped through the curtains, thankfully dressed. He was wearing one of Soren’s pale green tunics and a pair of matching pants. The tunic was slightly too roomy, but it made him look relaxed. Nova had already had the tailor over to measure both him and Gi’Ren, since they refused to leave Soren’s side and Soren refused to leave Lucia’s side and Lucia refused to leave the residence. Every time she tried to leave the drive, she panicked. Ta’Ra’Enn may be dead, but Lucia felt unsafe anywhere other than the family residence, even with three beasties around.

  Her eyes looked anywhere but at Val’Zun, which was hard, because he walked right past them and sat on the couch within her line of vision. Lu continued to crunch on her fruit while Soren cleaned her wrists and rubbed in nanomed cream. When he finished her right wrist, she transferred the fruit and let him have at her left. The skin was blistery and half raw, but healing well and Dr. Trex said there would be very little scarring, if any. The nanomed cream had a slight numbing agent; else Lucia would be hard put to bend her wrists at all.

  Lucia’s eyes lost control and she accidentally skipped over Val’Zun’s face. His pupils weren’t completely blown, but they were wide, only small slivers of yellow showing at the corners. His expression and posture was rigid as he glared directly through her. She immediately looked back down to her fruit.

  When Soren was wrapping her left wrist, his deep voice jarred her. “What is wrong with you both?” It was said with true curiosity. He asked this without looking at either of them and focused on his task at hand. Ha.

  For two shakes, there was silence and then, “Her pheromones are driving me insane!” Val’Zun exclaimed rudely, as if it was a foul stench when Lucia knew otherwise. “I cannot function!”

  Lucia snorted disbelief. “That’s hardly the case.” Jab, jab. She couldn’t resist if he was going to blame her own biology on his deteriorating mind. It wasn’t like she purposefully put on le odeur fish every morning just to get under his scales.

  “Everything reeks of her. Just sitting here, I can hardly breathe. This blanket smells of her,” he picked it up and let it fall back down on the cushion. “This furniture smells of her,” he slapped the couch. “The air in this dwelling is saturated with her pheromones! The only respite is outside and even then, only if the wind is not blowing in my direction or I am yards away.” He was panting again, and he shot to his feet, scrubbing a pair of hands over his face. “I am losing my fucking mind.”

  Soren surprised them both by rumbling with mirth. He tucked in the end of the wrap and stood with the soiled gauze in his hands. “It is overwhelming at first. This is not new. Her natural pheromones when she is not carrying are strong too.” They both looked down at her then, as if she was a strange, interesting science experiment. Lucia scowled.

  “Don’t talk about me as if I’m not right here,” she rasped.

  ****

  Lucia rubbed her bared stomach as she walked slowly around the couch in the den, eyes scrutinizing every inch of it and the floor around it. Her half shirt tickled her skin as she dropped to her knees and bent her face close to the floor to look under the couch. Lu was inspecting Soren’s work. It seemed that all traces of what happened last night were gone. She let out a sigh of relief. Whatever had gotten into her last night, she didn’t want her mother to know.

  Not proper, indeed.

  “What are you doing?” Nova asked, her hands planted on her hips as she stood over Lucia.

  Lu jumped, and got to her feet quickly. “Nothing.” Nova didn’t look convinced. She surveyed the couch and the spot Lucia had been hovering over with a critical eye. Then as if nothing strange had transpired, she moved on.

  “Will you come with me today? I need to buy a gift and I would be very happy if you’d help me.” Her eyes were pleading and Lu knew it was painful for Nova to know her daughter was afraid to leave the house. No one had asked her what happened on the Trep ship and Lucia hadn’t volunteered the information. Some things were obvious, such as the beam lash and being chained. They knew she hadn’t been raped, thanks to Dr. Trex, but that was the extent. Not even Soren knew. Lucia wasn’t ready for that yet.

  “Mama, I…” she whispered. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “How about we just go for a walk then? Just down the drive and maybe the street, if you’re up for it.”

  Lucia chewed on her lip, her mind going on high alert. It wasn’t just Trepnils she was afraid of, but people. After all, it had been someone she’d known for most of her life that had given her over to Ta’Ra’Enn.

  “We can bring along Soren and his brothers. Will that help you feel better?” Nova was really trying and that made Lucia feel worse because everything in her screamed ‘no’ but she absolutely hated to be a disappointment. Again. “Your
father is at an Assembly meeting; else I would suggest we take him too.”

  Lu’s bloodied eyes swept the tall windows facing the front of the residence. She could see the drive, the entrance and part of the street. Her nerves jittered with the thought of going beyond that barrier.

  You have to leave sometime.

  You cannot grow old and die in this room.

  Ta’Ra’Enn is dead.

  Lucia took three calming breaths. “Okay… I’ll try.”

  A few minutes later, Lu had her sandals on and slowly crunched along the white pebbles of the drive. Nova was beside her, chatting away about various things in an attempt to distract her. She felt Soren’s presence at her back and that felt comforting.

  Halfway down the drive. This is good.

  “Where is Gi’Ren?” She tried to make herself think of something else. Her mother had the right idea about distraction.

  “He is taking a call,” Val’Zun said. He was standing off to her left, closing her in. Anything that came at her, she’d see it coming and could run.

  Nothing and no one is coming to get you.

  I’ll try to remember that.

  “From your home?” Lu saw his curt nod. He was back to staunch, which was better than blaming her for his issues. That made her huff a quick laugh.

  “What is amusing?”

  “Oh nothing,” Lu shrugged. “Are you feeling better?”

  “You were ill?” Nova’s brows knit with worry. She’d grown used to beastly males roaming her home by now. They mostly stayed out of her way, and avoided unnecessary interaction. Or they played moco. Lu was starting to think her Gramps had the magical Melier’s touch.

  Lucia whisper-laughed a little more. Val’Zun scowled.

  “Bad reaction to a perfume,” he replied and stared straight ahead.

  “Lu, I don’t think perfume will help with that odor,” Nova rubbed her nose quickly. She must have really wanted Lucia to get out of the house, because she’d been putting up with the ‘odor’ fairly well so far.