by Jade Waltz
“If my moss is affecting you this much, I can’t wait to witness your heat cycle.” He nipped my earlobe. “I want to see you come undone and use my body as you see fit.”
I opened my mouth to reply, only to be invaded by a flower-tipped vine, tasting sweet drops on my tongue. Chyox paused his rubbing just as I felt my climax starting to build. I opened my eyes to see why he had removed his hand to find him studying his pelvis in confusion.
He closed his eyes with a pained expression as a hiss escaped his lips. A tremble traveled down his body. I followed the motion and gasped.
At the juncture of his legs, three tentacles twisted around each other, dripping the same liquid his other tentacles had spread on my thighs. They unwound and danced lazily in the air, shimmering like his anemone hair, dark green with glowing, glistening white tips. One stood apart from the others—instead of a slit, its tip was adorned with a suction cup.
Without a second thought, I leaned forward and gripped his hips, pulling him closer. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and smashed my lips into his.
Chyox jerked in my hands and his tentacles slithered around my legs, coating them with his conductive fluid as their tips fluttered along my inner thighs. The intimate touch awoke a need deep within me and I growled, sliding my hands into his hair. I gripped the anemone strands, tugging hard.
He gasped.
My tongue dove in, twisting and turning as we fought for dominance in his mouth. I growled again as I played with his tongue and he moaned. The end of his tongue split into three prongs that stroked along mine, making me shiver. It grasped the tip of my tongue, holding me still as my mouth flooded with a sweet-salty essence wreaking havoc on my senses.
I cried out as my tongue tingled, a wave of heat crawling down my throat. He clutched my ass as his tentacles slid around my thighs, drawing our pelvises closer together.
I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing hard as I felt all three tips reach my nether lips. They traced my folds, spreading both my wetness and his intoxicating essence. As the tingling spread through my center, Chyox moaned.
He gripped my ass tighter, raising my body and dragging my breasts along his hard chest, my nipples rubbing against his textured skin. Vines wrapped around my torso, their flowered heads peppering small kisses all over my body.
Two slick tentacles slithered along my slit, spreading juices around as they searched for entrance. I gasped as one found my dripping core and dove in. A second discovered my nether hole, tracing it gently before it burrowed inside. My body jerked as a loud moan ripped from me.
I opened my eyes as his tongue released mine. He stared down at me in wonder, his breathing harsh. I slid my hands down his neck to grip his shoulders. Unable to resist, I leaned forward to trace his neck with my lips, trailing kisses along his shoulder.
Chyox groaned in response. His tentacles moved faster along my nether lips as his hands kneaded my buttocks aggressively.
I writhed against him, nibbling back up the side of his neck. His whole body jerked and his tentacles slid away from my center, once more wrapping around my thighs, making me whine in protest. He shifted beneath me and I felt something new rub against my core.
Two smaller, thinner tentacles writhed against my center, seeking entrance again. My eyes fluttered closed as one of them entered me. I moaned when it pushed deeper, rubbing against my walls as if searching for something. Its cool touch compared to my burning heat enabled me to track every erotic spot it touched in exquisite detail. The tentacle was smooth and sleek, different from anything I had felt before. Once it hit the end of my tunnel, it stilled, though the other tentacle continued to writhe against my nether lips, occasionally brushing against my clit.
The second smaller, thinner tentacle slid south, coating itself in our wet arousal. It stilled just above my netherdoor.
His secondary penis traced my rosebud in tiny circles, spreading our moisture. The tingles spread and I writhed against the vise-like grip of his hands. I closed my eyes as I breathed deeply, trying to focus on relaxing, as the questing head pressed against my rosebud, sliding inside, the cool press against my inner warmth an odd sensation. Just as the first appendage had done, it writhed along my channel as it traveled deeper. Every twitch of his tentacle made me shiver in pleasure, clenching in the process.
It stilled.
The tip of both cocks began to dance against my inner flesh, teasing, swirling, and exploring my tunnels. Just as I was about to ask what was happening, a third appendage suctioned my clit and I bucked.
I groaned as Chyox’s tentacles slid back out to dance against my nether lips once more, spreading their tingling essence. His hands kneaded my ass and my arousal spiked again. His grunt vibrated through me, and I felt both cocks expand within me until I felt I couldn’t take any more. There was no more room.
I gasped, then sucked in a deep breath.
Everything felt tight and ached slightly. Both of Chyox’s huge cocks stretched me, but my nestmates had been right—there was no pain.
My pussy clenched, pulling another grunt from him. I groaned at the satisfying fullness.
Instinctively, my hips tried to jerk upward, but his tight grip wouldn’t allow it. I could find no way to ease my steadily building arousal and moaned again in frustration.
His tentacles stroked me, leaving blazing trails of tingles in their wake. His cocks, hard and filling me to bursting, were too large to allow me to move. Whatever was suctioning my clit massaged lightly, sending my arousal higher.
He groaned as his cocks started to vibrate within me. A gasp escaped me, my body shuddering in response.
The vibrations picked up until I could hardly stand the heat and writhed against him, my nipples dragging across the ridged scales of his chest.
He bucked and his cocks pulsed deeper.
A sharp shock seared my clit and I cried out, clawing at his back. My body shook as the shocks traveled from my clit up my spine, settling deep into my core. Every inch of my skin buzzed with the tingling essence that coated it, as though his essence conducted the impulses.
The sensations overwhelmed me.
I screamed his name as I climaxed. He held me tightly against his body as I trembled through the release.
My eyes drifted closed in relief, then flew open again as I realized the tingling shocks had not ceased. The suction on my clit increased and his cocks vibrated harder. I could feel my body ramping up again as another rolling climax quickly approached. My body vibrated. The third appendage’s shocks increased in intensity and I groaned.
My pussy clenched tightly, my toes curled, and my legs tightened as a hard shudder passed through me. Too much pleasure filled me all at once. A loud growl ripped from my throat as an orgasm—stronger than the last—rolled through me. My body locked up in pleasure.
Chyox moaned my name as he exploded in both my holes, filling me with his hot seed.
I gasped, inhaling sharply as I felt the familiar pop in my mind. My senses expanded and my pleasure multiplied as I sensed Chyox's presence within me.
His emotions battled mine before wrapping around my mind and merging, becoming one.
He sighed.
The suction on my clit disconnected as both of his cocks deflated. Small tremors, aftershocks of my orgasms, traveled along my spine. Satisfaction and contentment flowed through me as he climbed off me, collapsing on the mattress.
This felt right—yet something was missing.
Usthu.
Twisting, I straddled the Wudox male who sat behind me, waiting his turn.
His sapphire eyes searched mine. “If you are too tired, we can postpone until another time.”
I shook my head. “I want to do this now.”
“I take it Chyox is your Primary and I am your Second?”
“Usthu!” Chyox gasped, his voice rough like a groan, tired after our mating session. “You can’t ask that!”
“No, he’s fine.” I leaned over and kissed Chyox on the lips. “He is right. You
are my Primary, and Usthu is my Second.’
“Second is fine with me,” Usthu chuckled, placing a hand on my cheek and leading me to face him. “He can worry about making all the executive decisions while I have all the fun. Less responsibility, I like that.”
This male’s ridiculousness was going to be the end of me.
Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward and kissed him. The fuzz on his lips tickled mine. I nibbled, teasing his lips, tasting. I bit his bottom lip, provoking a gasp and allowing my tongue to sweep into his mouth.
He tasted sweet—addictively sweet. I wanted more.
His hands tightened on my hips, holding me still as I felt his vines gently trace my body. Their soft touches flowed across my skin and I sighed against his lips.
Eyes closed, I focused on the sensations his vines were arousing. They danced across my hips and wound around my thighs, flowered tips teasing my center. Two vines twisted around my breasts, their tips attaching to my beaded nipples.
I kissed my way down his jaw and along the side of his neck. His scaled skin felt cool beneath my lips. As I trailed kisses across his soft maroon shoulder moss, an overpowering floral scent filled my nose.
I gasped at the sudden wave of arousal that struck me once again, hands tightening against his hard, felt-covered chest. I growled and lunged forward, wanting to taste his mossy shoulders. I could feel my core heating up as I nibbled at the spongy moss, my hips shifting against Usthu.
Usthu hissed in my ear and I felt his vines writhing against my folds. They traced my clit and pressed against my opening in a frenzied rhythm. I felt the petal tips suctioning my flesh, each caress a tiny kiss.
The effects of his moss clouding my brain, I pressed harder against his chest.
I needed. I needed to be filled. To climax.
Something prodded my center and I ground my hips against it.
Sliding a hand down his torso, I explored his firm appendage. It had a large head—two oval knobs, side by side—covered with the same downy fuzz on his lips that tickled everything it touched. A deep cleft split the head into halves and the shaft felt like velvet over steel. I stroked him and Usthu groaned in response, his hand flying down to grip my hip once more, pulling me harder against him.
He was driving me crazy. I needed him inside me.
As if he heard my needs, he instantly started rubbing the knobs of his appendage back and forth across my soaked slit. I moaned at the tingle the motion elicited.
Gasping and clinging to his hip and shoulder for balance, I rocked my hips, trying to lower myself onto him. His hands and vines prevented me.
I growled, biting his shoulder in frustration. The erotic taste of the moss and the fluid that filled my mouth drove me crazy with lust. I moaned again, writhing against Usthu in a frenzy.
“Can you feel that? That is only going to get stronger during your cycle,” he growled in my ear. “I can’t wait to feel you sink your teeth in my neck, marking me for all to see.”
His strange dirty talk was working on me.
As odd as it might sound, it suited him, and the thought of his effect growing stronger than what I was already experiencing was a turn-on.
My body was burning up. I hovered at the edge of my climax, and he hadn’t even entered me yet. I clawed at his back, trying to push him inside.
“Usthu! Please!”
He pulled his face away from my ear and grinned wildly. His hands and vines lifted me, angling me toward his knees. I could feel what he called his anther trapped between us.
I met his burning sapphire gaze. His hands tightened on my hips as his vines slid my thighs farther apart. He lifted me, dragging his anther along my folds, the tingle of his aphrodisiac liquid soaking into my folds and driving me mad with desire. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt him lower me onto his anther, the bristles rubbing along my clit when he pushed inside.
I gasped at the nearly overwhelming sensation. The second head dragged along my walls as he pressed inside and I moaned in delight.
I rocked against Usthu, driving him deeper. Our hips met when he was fully seated within me, and I ground against him.
He groaned.
I felt his anther expand within me, sealing my entrance, and my arousal spiraled. I clawed at his back, rocking my pelvis against his and feeling him deep inside me but trying to force him deeper still.
Something expanded from within and attached to my cervix. The vines encircling my thighs fluttered along my folds as my insides flooded with a prickling sensation enhanced by the suction of the petals.
One latched onto my clit and I shattered, lunging forward. My sensitive nipples dragged across his felt chest and my eyes rolled back, sensations assaulting me from every direction.
He hissed loudly and I felt his hot, burning seed fill me. A tingle spread through my lower body, traveling along my spine to my brain.
I heard Usthu’s sharp intake of breath as a pop sounded in my mind. My senses expanded, my pleasure multiplied, and I felt his presence from within.
Drowsily, I laid my head on his shoulder and smoothed my hands up his back to cup his shoulders from behind, my chest pressed against his. With my eyes still closed, I focused on sifting through all the sensations, wading through the flood of emotions and thoughts that filled me.
The pressure at my entrance decreased as I felt his appendage slide free. His vines untangled from around my thighs until only the weight of his hands remained on my hips. He slid lower in the bed, reclining with my body still sprawled across his torso.
A blanket covered my back and I opened my eyes to see Chyox tucking us in.
“Our nestqueen,” he breathed. “You honor us.”
Fifteen
CHYOX
We were one.
Finally, after all these years, I had a clan, a nestqueen, and a nestbrother to call mine.
I had almost given up hope that I would ever experience this before I died.
Who wanted an old Ulax, when there were much younger males available, fresh out of the academy and desperate enough to do anything to attract a nestqueen before they aged to adulthood. A male as old as I was considered unfit to mate.
If not for the fact that Kaica was currently using my chest as a pillow while Usthu held her from behind, I would’ve laughed at the odds.
Petting my nestqueen’s head and gently combing through her hair, I wondered how in the Stars I had ended up calling her my own.
Her mere presence triggered my need to protect her, even from her own destructive habits.
My mating spores couldn’t be affecting my instincts because they needed a few hours to take root completely. My studies had never prepared me for this unidentifiable feeling.
The only males willing to openly discuss their courting and permanent bonds lay unconscious in the infirmary. I didn’t want to ask the princes because their nestbrother-mate bond may have altered how they felt through the bonding process.
Was this the beginning of what Kaica called love?
Before I had observed Selena and her clan, I had thought love was a fable, something nestqueens told their clans to make them work harder to please her or a hopeless dream passed between Circuli males.
To be claimed by a nestqueen.
To be declared a Favored and showered with love.
To be declared her Primary.
It was the only thing that made sense. This instinct to protect and please her had to be the blossoming workings of love.
Love.
Somehow, just reaching that conclusion had lifted a weight from my chest. What I had wanted this whole time was to be loved.
The extreme jealousy that I had felt whenever I came across Xylo had been rooted in a need to be loved like he was.
Loved and supported by my fathers, no matter what profession I entered.
Loved by my mentors in a way that I had wished my fathers would, making me angry that they were his instead of mine.
Loved by the staff as a hero in the infirmary for
my knowledge of other species.
Loved by the patient who had become Xylo’s nestqueen, a gift that—in my mind—could’ve been mine.
Loved by a nestqueen and clan, something that I never had.
Now that I lay in bed with the beginnings of my clan, I could thank the Stars for leading Kaica to me. Maybe I was a masochist; instead of shying away from her aggressive behavior, I had let one of the most deadly females in the galaxy claim me.
When Xylo woke from his slumber, I would make sure to apologize for all the things that I had done out of jealousy since I had met him.
Without him, I might never have held my nestqueen in my arms.
Sixteen
KAICA
I couldn’t describe how I felt waking up sandwiched between my two males, their appendages wrapped securely around me as if they were afraid I would somehow disappear in the night.
Maybe if I were Kaede, I would slip away.
I bit my tongue to prevent myself from laughing at the image of Chyox and Usthu holding each other lovingly with appendages entwined. What a sight it would be, watching them wake up and realize it wasn’t me they had been holding.
Content.
That was the feeling.
Waking up to report as a unit, as a clan, to the infirmary for our daily shift. That was what I had been missing the whole time.
While I loved my siblings, I had never felt included in the Fab Five. They all specialized in offensive tactics, while my nature was defensive—healing. I hadn’t felt needed unless one of my siblings had decided to test the Fates.
Two other healers who understood the daily struggles we faced and could work out unique problems made me feel more part of a team than I ever had before.
Chyox was more serious and Usthu was more playful, but together, I loved how they balanced each other out. Our future would be amazing, especially after we resolved our current hardships.
I considered asking Z about adding an extension to the mountain base to make the bunker more family-friendly. Once things began to settle down, we would need a permanent place for visitors to stay. The villa was suited for single guests, but visitors who brought their family would need a larger apartment. The more I thought about it, the more I believed we needed an extended family apartment complex built along the edge of the villa’s plateau.
