Ways in the Guardian: A Menage Romance Book Collection

by Barbara Downey

  For months the Elerians had taught her how to do things their way. She had learned exactly how to wrap her body in their clothing, in what order to eat her meals and how to speak their complicated language. Leah had done her best to do as she was told...but she didn't want to be told what to do here. This was her wedding bed, her dominion. She wanted to decide what happened here and when.

  “Relax,” she told him, “just let me show you.”

  He tried, but as her mouth continued to descend down his neck his body started to move with more eagerness than grace. She used her weight to pin him down. When that didn't work she gripped his wrists and pushed them up above his head. He blinked up at her and his mouth fell open.

  “Grip the headboard,” she told him.

  “A-alright.”

  His fingers curled around the intricate silvery headboard. She pushed his shirt up until it hung around his wrists like cloth cuffs. They looked good there, the dark green against the creamy ivory of his skin. She dragged her fingers lightly down the elegant slenderness of his arms, tracing the lines of veins, the natural dips and curves of his flesh. His hips bumped against her as he writhed beneath her touch.

  “Do you like that?” she asked.

  “It tickles.”

  “That's not what I asked.”

  He hesitated and then nodded. “I do.”

  “Good.”

  She let her free hand join the first tracing the lines of his chest and sides, keeping her touch as feather light as she could. Leah did not rush it, even when she felt the firmness of him soften at the gentle play. She touched him as if she could memorize the perfect slender structure of him beneath her. Had he been human, he might have been called 'small' or 'bird chested' but he just looked the way his people were supposed to look. His long chest was as natural to his form as the points of his ears. She liked it.

  “Are you ready for more?”

  “Oh yes.”

  She slid away from him and tugged his pants down with her. He moved as if to help her and she shook her head. “No, hands up there.”

  “Is this...normal?” he asked. “Is this the way sex always goes?”

  It was the first time he used the word 'sex'. He said it as if it were a curse word, something whispered in privacy. Maybe here it was. There weren't computers and she hadn't seen much in the way of any art that wasn't religious in nature. Unlike the boys at home who could pull up an erotic video whenever they wanted he was...innocent.

  “No,” she said honestly. “There are many ways to have sex...this is just what I want, right now. If you don't like it, we can stop. All you have to do is say so.”

  “Really?”

  “I swear.”

  He thought it over, and then resettled against the mattress, his head resting on a dark pillow. His auburn hair looked like a flame. “Okay.”

  She pushed his legs together so that his softened length, which looked very human in structure save for a far more slender tip than most human males had, was propped up on the closeness of his thighs. His tight ball sack was hairless, and she assumed it was natural since Elerians did not seem to have hair past their eyebrows.

  She mounted him again, trapping his legs with her own. She leaned over him and placed kisses on his lips, chest and belly. Her breasts, still clad in the silk of her evening dress, swept over his body until the mounds of them cupped his flaccid length. He made a little sound, his teeth gritted as if he tried to keep it inside.

  “You can moan,” she said.

  “Really?”

  “I'd like it a lot more if you did.”

  She bent her head and wrapped her lips around that tapered tip. His moan was throaty and full. Her tongue swept around the end of him, exploring with enthusiasm. His hips jerked in response.

  “Oh Leah!”

  She pushed her head further down on him. He shifted hips body back and forth as if he could work himself deeper. She put a hand on his hip, pushing him against the bed.

  His breathing was already uneven. His moans had become softer, and yet faster so that it was almost a pant. A pleasant flush had spread across his entire body turning him a nearly human shade of peach. She could stop, she could pull back and deny him the ultimate pleasure...but she didn't Part of it was curiosity, would it be like a human man? Part of it was gratitude for his acceptance.

  She pulled her mouth away and wrapped her hand tightly around his now wet shaft. She stroked quick and fast.

  “Leah,” he panted, “oh Leah I... I’m going...”

  “Do it,” she commanded, “now!”

  His spill was an arc of white that landed on his bare belly. She felt a strange sense of pride at bringing him so quickly. Leah kept stroking, kept playing until he twitched and pulled away.

  “Too much! Stop!”

  She did. She had promised after all.

  “So,” a deeper voice said from the doorway, “your pleasures are dark in orientation.”

  Erun twisted himself to hide his nakedness. “I thought you weren't going to be here, Heran.”

  “I changed my mind.”

  Leah fixed him with a cool stare, still completely dressed she pulled the blanket up over Erun's hips. He gave her a grateful smile that she only caught out of the corner of her eyes.

  “Did you now?” She stood up, putting herself between the two men.

  He bowed ever so slightly, “I understand that your position was difficult. You did what you thought best.”

  “True.” She crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

  “Forgiveness and the same understanding that I offer to you. I reacted to the situation, rather than thinking through your position. I ask that you do not do the same with me. I reacted with thoughtless emotion.”

  Well, she could hardly do the same. She turned and looked at Erun. “What do you think?”

  He turned his green eyes on her and smiled. “It would be mean if we sent him away.”

  She patted Erun's chest and then held her other hand out to Heran. He came to her side and linked his fingers with hers.

  “Was I right?” he asked, “Are your pleasures...dark?”

  She turned towards him. “Sometimes. Tonight...yes.”

  “Good.”

  He gripped her hip and levered her back against the bed, pinning her fast enough to make her gasp. She found herself lying next to Erun.

  “Do you receive such pleasure as well as you give it?”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “Are you up for it?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushed her arms up until she clung to the bed frame that Erun had been holding. Heran's quick fingers tugged open her evening gown. One minutes she was clothed, the next her clothing was a fabric framing her nudity. He looked down at her with those orange and silver eyes and it was a dark look. Here was her unexpected barbarian.

  “You are not a virgin,” she said.

  “No,” he admitted, “I am not.”

  His mouth descended on the peak of her breast. It was tongue and lips and teeth darting from one breast to the other until she was moaning. She turned her head and caught Erun watching them. She glanced down and saw that he was enjoying the show. Her body shivered at the thought.

  Heran's fingers pushed between her thighs. He paused when he felt her alien patch of hair. Normally she shaved, but Elerians had a pretty ridiculously few razors laying about. Suddenly she was uncertain, but then his fingers darted over it.

  “It is soft,” he said against her breast.

  “It is.”

  “I like.”

  “Can I feel?” Erun asked.

  Heran nodded and parted her thighs further to let the younger man pet along the curls. He smiled.

  Leah opened her mouth to offer a clever remark, but then Heran's fingers dove inside of her and all she could do was moan.

  “Touch her here,” he told the other man, pointing to the little nub of pleasure at the very top of her cleft. “Females are sensitive there. Or at least...ours are.”


  “I'm the same,” Leah admitted.

  The two men played with her, teased and touched her. Her head fell back as she felt Heran's firm push of his fingers and Erun's much lighter touch. The sensations complimented each other until she felt that ball of light build in that deep space inside of her body.

  “Are you ready?” Heran asked.

  “Oh yes.”

  He removed his hand and tucked his body between her thighs. She opened her eyes enough to see that he had not removed all of his clothes, just enough that he could pull out his shaft. He was thicker than Erun, and longer. Her body shivered as she felt to tip of him part her opening. With one shove he pushed into her, and she groaned low and satisfied.

  “More,” she said. “oh yes, more.”

  He pulled himself out until all she felt was the light press of his end to her opening, and then he shoved again, hard enough to bounce her on the bed.

  “Ohhh yes.”

  She felt Erun slide against her, his hand still teasing along that spot at the top of her thighs. His auburn head dipped to take her nipple in a lighter mimicry of Heran's rough pleasure. She wrapped an arm around his slender body and held him close as her leg wrapped around Heran's hip, letting him move deeper.

  Her eyes closed and she gave herself over into the sensation of their bodies, the way tongues and hands and hips moved. The light at the center of her tightened into a pinpoint.

  “Oh yes,” she gasped, “just like that.”

  Heran hooked one arm beneath her leg and pounded into her with a relentlessness that she did not think he would have. It fed that growing pleasure, fed it until she could not contain it. Erun's fingers and tongue gave steady flicks until her hips gyrated.

  “Yes!” she cried as the wild light overtook her. She was flying, pinned between the two of them she was floating out of her body. She had no form, she was only the height of her ecstasy. Heran pushed into the body she barely recognized and filled it with an arc of his own enjoyment.

  Moments later she came back to herself, breathing hard and twitching through the after effects of a great orgasm.

  “Dear God,” she whispered.

  Heran rolled off of her, but not away. He lay on the opposite side of Erun, the pair of them hugging her with one arm each.

  “What shall we do now, gentlemen?” she asked.

  “Wait a while...and then do it again.” Heran offered.

  She laughed, and Erun joined her.

  “Honestly?” Erun shook his head. “As long as I can stay with you I don't care much what happens next.”

  “Nor do I.”

  Leah smiled and kissed each of them in turn and realized that she felt the same.

  THE END

  Cat and Mouse

  Chapter 1 - Ryan

  Ryan was hungry, but he’d eaten the healthy lunch he’d brought with him hours ago. He had not expected to still be at the office three hours after his normal finish time. First, there was a computer crash, then there was a glitch in the program that set him back just over an hour and then he found that he’d missed an entire section of the report. His head was now thumping and his empty stomach had long ceased growling but he was finished and he was leaving the building.

  He was glad to see the back of the building and knowing that it was the weekend and he could stay home for two whole days was the only thing that was keeping him going. He locked the door and turned towards the row of shops. He was taking a large juicy kebab home tonight, complete with chips and extra hot sauce.

  Picking the short route home to save his dinner from getting cold, he crossed the road and stepped into the alleyway. It was always dark but at the end, the park opened up and he would get to see the twinkling lights of the of the city and it always looked better at night. During the daytime, it was covered by a haze of smog that blurred the beauty out of everything. He would have been half tempted to eat his kebab at one of the picnic benches if it hadn’t been for the film of dampness that covered everything.

  Ryan stuck to the path and kept to the well-lit areas for fear of treading in something. There wasn’t much he was scared of. He worked out and he may not have been much of a fighter but he was an excellent runner. He had often jogged along the path that he was walking now and he wasn’t surprised to hear a jogger’s feet hit the concrete behind him. He stepped to the side to allow the runner some room but when the sound came closer, his heart began to race.

  He turned to see what was making the strange sound and a black shape bounded into view. At first, he thought it was a dog but the creature’s eyes flashed under the lamp on the path and what he saw was definitely feline. He didn’t get the chance to process the scene. The creature smacked into him, sideswiping his body across the grass. He felt a burning flash of pain across his chest and all the air expelled from his lungs

  “Sorry,” he heard a deep voice say.

  He could hear shouts as men thundered past him but no one stopped to see if he was okay. When he got his breath back, he sat up. He had been knocked under one of the picnic benches and the bag that had held his dinner had ripped. He reached for the packages and tucked them under his arm. His shirt was ripped and blood had seeped across the edges of the tears but it wasn’t much and as long as the cat didn’t have rabies he would be fine. He wasn’t happy with whoever had the nerve to say sorry but not check if he was okay. Luckily, he was okay and his dinner was still in the cartons.

  When he passed his hallway mirror, he was shocked. He was wet, muddy, bloody and bruised. It was a good thing he lived alone because he didn’t think anyone would believe that he’d been bowled over by a giant cat.

  Showering was a painful ordeal. The cuts were shallow but ragged and muddy and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a tetanus shot. Finally, wrapped in his bathrobe, he sat down to a cold kebab and then fell asleep on the sofa.

  The world had turned very cold, or at least Ryan’s apartment felt like an icebox. He had woken up shivering and despite pulling on extra blankets and turning the thermostat up, he couldn’t shake the chill. He was starting to wonder if it was too late to get that tetanus shot or if he was going to end up dying from septicemia or some other cat-scratch related disease.

  The weekend disappeared in a sea of sleep, weird fragmented dreams, and a lot of feeling sorry for himself. When Ryan woke up to the alarm on Monday morning, he felt like a new person. He’d lost weight, the scratch on his chest had stopped burning and had scabbed over and the entire apartment smelled like sour sweat. He phoned in sick since he wasn’t quite ready to face the work crowd, but he was definitely ready to eat.

  He spent the morning showering, shaving and doing all the housework that he’d left over the weekend. By the end of the day, he had clean sheets, a neat and tidy apartment and had ordered his weekly shopping. For some reason, he wasn’t quite ready to go out and face the world. It was scary enough that a wild cat had escaped in his local area without even the briefest of mentions on the news, but now it seemed that his entire neighborhood had turned up the volume and although he was feeling better, it was a little overbearing.

  By the time he had flopped onto his leather sofa. he could eat a horse. In fact, he could eat any animal, or all of them. He’d always watched his diet because he’d been the chubby teenager who missed all the best chances with the hottest girls in school and keeping his weight down in his twenties was a full-time commitment.

  He was always hungry, but he had learned to ignore that feeling, or fill up with food made predominantly of air and water. When he had caught sight of himself in the mirror that morning he couldn’t believe his luck. Who knew that a washboard stomach had been hiding under the layer of soft flesh that he’d been wearing.

  He looked great, but now he was hungry again and could probably kiss those abs goodbye. He ate a whole tray of pork shoulder, a few sprigs of leafy salad out of a bag, and a yogurt; he crashed on the sofa before he could feel any guilt at all.

  Chapter 2 - Ryan

  When h
is Tuesday morning alarm rang, Ryan jumped up and went straight to the shower. There was no way his boss would let him have two days off sick, even if he did stay late on Friday. When he soaped his stomach, it felt alien to him; not only were the ridges of the washboard still there but they were even more pronounced than before. He explored his newly sculpted body until he deemed it was no longer acceptable on a work day.

  He had just enough time left to grab a cereal bar and fill his travel coffee mug. By the time he’d reached the foyer of the building, he had given up on the cereal bar. All he could taste was a gritty substance coated in syrup; not a great way to start the day. As he passed the greasy breakfast street vendor his stomach tensed. The smell made him stop walking and turn around.

  “What is that?” he asked the man in the apron.

  “Bacon on a roll or you can have the vegetarian option which is an egg on a roll,” the man said, flipping both the bacon and the egg within the same meat juices.

  “Bacon please,” Ryan said and was embarrassed to find he was actually licking his lips.

  When the vendor handed him the food wrapped in a paper napkin, Ryan took a big bite and sighed. It wasn’t gourmet, but it tasted divine. He wasn’t thinking about his ability to put on weight faster than his ex could spend his paycheck, he was just enjoying the greasy, delicious meat. Why he hadn’t done this every day was a mystery to him.

  He stepped out of the elevator licking his fingers and the woman who made copies and filed gave him an indulgent smile. He turned around to check who was behind him and when he saw that he was the only person around he grinned. It was the first time she’d acknowledged him and he knew that every single man in the office was after her. Hell, most of the not quite so single men had been ogling her too short skirt levels. By the time he had sat at his desk, he was pretty sure he’d imagined the encounter; women were never that interested in him. He checked his shirt for grease stains but no, he had managed to keep it all clean.