Ishtar Anomaly

by Natalie Gibson

  Izzy's eyes were crazy as he tried to answer her. “I...I...don't know.”

  Speechless Izzy was quite the accomplishment by itself, without the healing Camilla knew Nanae was doing. “Would you like him to do it again?”, she asked. His nipples got hard as he opened his mouth to reply, but the thought of the Guardian's hand on him again, stole his breath. He nodded.

  Camilla smiled at Israel and then Nanae. She snaked her left hand up Nanae's right thigh, brushing her inner forearm along the side of his erection. The purposeful touch was meant to seem accidental. With Nanae's shaft against the softness of her inner elbow, Camilla fisted a handful of Israel's brown hair. She forced him to look at Nanae's face, “Beg him”.

  Israel liked this game. “Whatever that was, I need it again. Please, Nanae. I want to feel your hand on my cock again. I'll do anything, just please touch me again.”

  Nanae was from a different time, one not so caught up in the labels of homosexual and heterosexual. For him, there was only sexual. There were all sorts of attractions between people and Camilla had forced Izzy into performing one of great magnitude for Nanae. A man like Israel, a sexual predator in his prime, subjugating himself was a great aphrodisiac to Nanae. It was all about the struggle, the exchange and flux of power between people. “You'll do anything?”

  His voice was so masculine, not a voice at all really. It was more like boulders grinding together in his throat that his mouth and tongue formed into words. The thought of Nanae's mouth and tongue sent a wave of desire down Izzy's back. He tried to nod but Camilla's hand held him still. “Yes, anything.”

  Nanae's focus flashed on Camilla, “You want this too?”, but was back to the other man before she could acquiesce. “Very well. You will feed me too.” Izzy did not have time to respond. The hand that was on his temple, gripped his jaw. It squeezed firmly, but not painfully, flipping some switch that automatically opened Izzy's mouth. One thick rough finger slipped in and then the thumb. Nanae's hands were so large that those two were almost enough to fill Israel's mouth. He explored a bit and then dropped the two moistened fingers to Israel's brown nipple.

  He pinched and pulled and plucked it in a way that left Izzy speechless. Again. Izzy had never been one for much nipple play but this man was a master. Israel could barely breath, forget about speaking, as the adept appendage trailed down his abdomen. He struggled to stay still as Nanae wrapped his fingers around the base of his penis. The finger span was so great that he didn't even have to use his thumb to encircle Izzy's whole shaft. The thumb pointed to the ceiling and as Nanae began his slow pumping, he used it to trace and tease the tip. A pearlescent bead already showed there and Nanae used it to put a shine on the smooth head.

  “I believe the lady wanted to know what it feels like.” There was a murmuring underlying Nanae's voice. He was saying two things at once. English to them and the incantation to Izzy's body.

  “It's terribly pleasant and wonderfully painful. I want it stop in equal parts to never wanting it to end. Every fuck I've ever had is wrapped around my cock all at once. I'm in the middle of cumming but there's no end in sight. Like I could die and not even notice.”

  “Mmmmm” was all Camilla said. Her hand had slipped from his hair and so Israel turned his head to look at her. Her lips were wrapped around Nanae's cock. It was huge. Just the tip was enough to force her mouth into a perfect 'O'.

  Israel turned on his side to see this better. His face was on the same level as hers, just on the other side of Nanae's dick. “Shit, Camilla, you look so fucking hot with that uncircumcised monster in your mouth. I can't wait to see the look on your face when he pushes that thing up your tiny little ass pipe. He's gonna split you in two.”

  “Or you.” Nanae's deep voice was like distant thunder and it was filled with menace. Israel was glad he was turned so the large man couldn't see his face. Only Camilla saw the mixture of fear and desire in his eyes as they fluttered reflecting his difficulty breathing. It was embarrassing what the Guardian could do to him with just his voice. He wanted to please the blond giant, but had never felt less sure of himself. He'd been with men and women, but never a god.

  He timidly moved toward the colossus cock. Camilla relinquished her possession of the tip and Izzy traced the ridge and the sensitive part right below it with the tip of his own tongue. Camilla gave some attention to his balls and drew designs on the underside of the shaft. Israel dropped down and kissed Camilla with Nanae's penis in the middle. Their lips and tongues danced and fought around it, traveling up and down it's length.

  Nanae roared, sounding more beast than man but through that sound, words could barely be made out. He sat up to more easily assess and access the bodies near him. Israel moved around behind Camilla, who's ass what still in the air. The pink lips of her entrance were swollen and slick, pushing out from between her thighs, her flower blooming with need. Izzy's dick throbbed at the sight. He slid the toadstool head up and down her slit and then pushed it between her legs. He used it to rub her uncomfortably aching clit until she was moaning and pushing back like a cat in heat.

  “I want to feel you stretch and push yourself further than you think you can. I want to see the moment when you realize I have more to offer than you can handle. Someday I will take all your orifices, but today I will claim your mouth as my own. Relax your throat while clenching around him. Squeeze as tight at you can, try to keep him out. Israel, apply steady pressure, moving slowly, giving her inch by inch.”

  Doing what Nanae told them brought pure ecstasy, not just because the sensations of the technique were great but because they had given up their own will. They were doing what he wanted and he wanted their pleasure.

  “I'm in to the root.” Israel shouted through clenched teeth. “Shit, she's so tight, but she couldn't keep me out.” He pulled out and repeated just a little faster this time. She did the same thing to Nanae's cock with her mouth. She let Izzy set the tempo and he increased his rhythm.

  Nanae put his heavy hand on the back of her head. When he felt the back of her throat, he forced her down on it. His dick bent and slid down her throat. He blocked all pain and even the discomfort of it from his sweet Sinnis. He let her set the depth after that and to his surprise, Camilla pushed herself just as far as he had.

  Nanae licked his thumb and forefinger and did to Camilla's nipple as he had done to Izzy's. Hers was much more sensitive than the man's. He memorized every detail of that breast. He planned to spend the coming months worshiping at the alter of her body, claiming every inch as his own. He stroked that holy areola for less than 10 seconds before Izzy yelled, “Fuck! I'm gonna cum!”.

  Nanae kept up the stimulation, but turned to look at Camilla. “Ready?” Camilla nodded as best she could. Nanae used his free hand to push a stray strand of hair off her beautiful face and then fisted the hair on the back of her head. He threw his head back. Camilla made a soft whimpering sound of pleasure and the humming further stimulated Nanae. “Temptation take me!” he exclaimed. The sensation of both men coming inside her at the same time was almost too much for tiny Camilla. She could feel the hot semen hitting the back of her throat and her cervix. Her eyes rolled back and she lost herself for a moment.

  Israel collapsed, his head resting on hers. Her cheek was back where it started, on Nanae's thigh. She turned back to look at him over her shoulder and Izzy kissed her deeply and then rolled away. He scooted so that he could lean back against the headboard. “Sunshine, you taste like cum.”

  Camilla laughed. It was a light tinkering like tiny bells. Maybe she was a pixie fairy. She took the wedge shaped pillow from Nanae and slipped it under her hips. She was getting pregnant and perfectly willing to use any advantage she could, gravity included. She lifted her legs and pointed her toes at the ceiling.

  “But, is it his cum or mine? I seriously came so hard, I wouldn't be surprised if you had tasted it. Shit, I wouldn't be surprised if your sister had tasted it.”

  Again, the fairy laugh. “That doesn't even mak
e sense, Izzy.”

  “I know, Sunshine, but I'm not exactly thinking straight. I've never come so hard in my whole life. I may never recover. This guy's got some kind of magic fingers.”

  It was Nanae's turn to laugh. It was a different from Camilla's as humanly possible, and then some. It rumbled out and they noticed again how it sounded like more machine than man when he spoke. “You will make a full recovery. I am glad you enjoyed it, friend. Now, do it again.”

  “Are you fucking crazy, dude? I can't. I just told you I shot the biggest load of my life and you already want me to go again!”

  Nanae made a big show of cracking his knuckles and then wiggling his fingers. “Do not worry. Just lean back and let me show you what magic these fingers are really capable of.”

  Chapter 2

  Camilla woke with Nanae spooning her back. He was so much larger than her that it was laughable. She and Israel had shared half of the bed while Nanae took up the other half. She couldn't remember ever having slept better than she had between those two men. She also couldn't remember ever having a better sex session as she had between those two men. It was a marvel to her that she could remember so many details when her mind had been so completely blown away. Israel and Nanae had played her body like an instrument, an instrument that one man could play, but was obviously built with two musicians in mind. She smiled at the thought and tried to slip away from Nanae.

  She made it about half an inch.

  “Good morning, my beauty. Are you sore?”

  She nodded yes, then no. She knew he could heal any ailment with hardly a thought but she wanted to savor it for a while. It was the good kind of sore. She tried again to slide away, making it further this time. She sat up, dangling her legs over the edge for a split second before Nanae was there, hand extended to her. She took it, let him help her up, and dropped it. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Well, she tried to close the door.

  Nanae stood there unapologetically. He shrugged, “When you asked me to do this, I told you that to keep your own ability at bay I would have to remain close at all times.”

  She hadn't thought he meant this close, go to the bathroom together close. She made a motion that he should turn around at least. She couldn't be expected to pee with him staring at her. This was going to be a hard 40 weeks with no privacy whatsoever. But she could think of worse situations than being in forced cohabitation with the sexiest creature alive.

  When she finished, she washed her face and hands. Nanae was there waiting with a hand towel. She squeezed by him and back into the bedroom. Her dress lay in tatters. Nanae was there in just his jeans, offering her his tee-shirt. It was huge, swallowing her whole. His neck was as big as her waist. She tried several ways and had to settle for wearing it with one shoulder exposed. It was the only way she could keep it on. Longer than her dress had been, it reached her knees.

  Nanae opened the bedroom door for her and she followed her nose into the kitchen. Israel was there wearing only boxer-briefs. “Nice look, Sunshine. Very Flashdance. Sleep well? I did, that's for damn sure. I hope you guys are hungry.” He slid the omelet out of a giant pan and onto an only slightly smaller plate. He set it on the table there in the breakfast nook and turned to the fridge. “I know after a night like that all I want are eggs, not that I've ever had a night quite like that before, but you know what I mean. I've got a roll of biscuits in the fridge if you want more than protein for breakfast. Won't take 15 minutes to bake 'em up.”

  Camilla shook her head no.

  “No thank you, Israel. She does not talk very much, does she?”, Nanae asked. It acknowledged that the other man knew her better than he but also was said in a pleasant manner, as if to put Israel at ease about the fact.

  “No, she doesn't. Especially before her morning cup-a-joe.” He smiled at them and pointed her to the coffee maker. “I don't touch the stuff, though I'm the only person I know who doesn't. I only have two chairs. Sorry.”

  Nanae sat in the one closest to the coffee and pulled Camilla back into his lap. “No apology necessary.” She took a loud sip from her mug and let out a long sigh before serving herself two thirds of the omelet. She slid the plate with the remainder over in front of the other chair.

  Izzy brought a pitcher of orange juice on the table and sat in that chair. He poured three glasses full. He guzzled one down and refilled it before jumping into his eggs. He gestured toward the other two glasses and Nanae shook his head, “It is better if I don't start. I find that once I do, it is impossible to stop.”

  “I hear that. I worked up a mighty thirst last night. I may never get enough to drink.” Israel raised his glass to Nanae and then drained it. He drained Nanae's too, as if for emphasis. “You did as much as me. You've gotta be hungry. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I make a mean cheese omelet.”

  Camilla broke her morning silence, “He's right, Nanae. It's to die for.”

  Nanae opened his mouth to protest and she shoved in a forkful. Camilla and Israel went on eating completely unaware of the food's effect on their breakfast partner. He considered spitting it out, but did not want to offend the father of Camilla's future child. He also, after having it on his tongue, just did not want to spit it out. It had been hundreds of years since last he'd eaten human food and he did not remember it being this delicious or filled with prana. He chewed slowly, feeling the Hunger rise.

  “Normally it would be ham and cheese, but Camilla doesn't eat meat. Most of the girls here don't.”

  Camilla was ready with another bite for him and he took it. He had to. The Beast had a taste and would make things very uncomfortable if it didn't get proper feeding. They had no idea how dangerous it had just gotten in this small kitchen. Israel continued his easy banter and Camilla fed the remaining eggs to Nanae, both blissfully unaware that a monster now sat at their table. That monster was going to need prana very soon from one or both of them. He was having trouble with the logistics of it now with the Hunger on him. Israel's semen was needed for getting pregnant, likewise pulling prana from the crux of life would lessen Camilla's chances. It had to be blood then, but only a little from each. He didn't want to weaken them. The beast roared. It wanted blood, but not just a little.

  Israel was speaking to him but Nanae only heard, “...soon will we know? I mean those pee sticks don't work for a few weeks, right?”

  Nanae tightened the leash on his beast enough to speak, “I will know within hours.”

  “If it's okay with you we'll just stay here for a few days. That way...”

  Izzy interrupted her, “That way you can have 24 hour access to the baby maker. Got it. Three day three way love fest at Izzy's.” He pushed his empty plate away and stood. “You always teased me about the King sized bed but now I bet you're glad I have it. I'm not sure we could all fit in anything smaller.”

  Without a word, Nanae stood bringing Camilla up with him. He carried her back toward the bedroom.

  “I need a shower before round two, guys.” Israel called after them.

  “No.”

  “More like round 5 by my count, Izzy, but I could use a shower too, Nanae.”

  “No. I must feed first.”

  What the hell had they been doing in the kitchen if it wasn't eating? Oh, well, Izzy thought as he followed them back into the bedroom. He certainly wasn't going to argue if those two wanted to go again. Who could pass on the best sex in the world when it was happening in their own bed?

  ***

  Nanae sat in the chair where he had started the previous night. It was as far from Israel and Camilla as he could get and still be in the same room with them. Elbows on his knees, he held his head in his hands, his long hair creating a blond curtain around his face. He couldn't look at them. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He couldn't believe what he had done. He couldn't bear the thought of how they must be looking at him, like he was a monster.

  He was a monster. He was the Hunger Beast. He had set on them like an Akhkharu, all t
race of Nanae gone. Not gone, but so far down that he could only watch the beast's actions from the deep kennel where normally it existed. On a river of their blood, he had floated back to the surface to find them almost dead. He had spent too much of his own prana last night in all their lovemaking with no one to replenish him.

  Camilla had healed her own wounds, refusing his blood. The First had told the women how dangerous it was to exchange blood with a Guardian but she had made a promise to keep Nanae fed. Those were the terms of their agreement and she wanted this baby more than anything. She would keep her end of the bargain. She had provided, but she couldn't make her body produce more blood. Nanae had done that with a mere touch of the hand as he saw to Israel's much nastier wound. Nanae treated it with his own blood, a show of trust and admiration, a gift of thanks for the human's sacrifice.

  He had fed from the man first, fearing, rightly so, that he would not be able to control the beast enough to be gentle. The bite marks and rough tears in Izzy's throat and shoulder had instantly bruised a deep purple. Camilla had said nothing, just sat there waiting her turn looking completely unafraid. Strange that he had found the man's blood as delicious as his Sinnis'. Had he been so long without giving in to temptation that all blood was that sensational?

  Healing them had been easy, as would taking their memories be, but he didn't want to do that. He had told Camilla he would never lie to her. Now he could not face the reality of that promise. He wanted her to know who he was even if he could never tell her who she was. He couldn't risk saying it aloud or the beast would surely hear.

  Camilla's angelic singing voice shocked him almost as much as Israel's touch on his head. He looked up to find them both looking at him with longing. They still wanted him, even if he was a monster. Humans were such trusting creatures, easily attracted to things that could kill them. He allowed himself to be led back to the bed as Camilla sang.