Fierce Radiance

by Fierce Radiance (lit)

  Sammuel curled up next to her and kissed her. “We will be here when you awake.”

  “Okay…”

  * * * *

  The light in the cabin was dim when she next opened her eyes. Both men softly snored. She lay on her side, Ker curled around her. When she tried to shift position, she realized, yep, he was still inside her.

  How long could he stay like that anyway?

  Despite the exhausting lovemaking, her clit throbbed at the thought of possibly sleeping with him embedded inside her pussy instead of her ass.

  Ker’s arm tightened around her waist. She felt his lips along the nape of her neck. “I thought I told you to sleep all night, Ki’ato.”

  She let her head relax against his arm. “Sorry. I don’t take orders well sometimes.”

  “So he says.”

  “He” still softly snored in front of her. Sammuel’s face looked more relaxed than she remembered ever seeing him in their time together. And she’d spent a lot of time staring at his sleeping visage, trying to figure out her emotions about the situation.

  “I guess you two had a lot of time to talk while I was passed out with your cock up my ass.”

  “My cock is still up your ass, love. Do you object?”

  She smiled as another flood of comforting warmth filled her. “No.”

  He kissed her neck again, making her pleasantly shiver. “Good. Are you all right? Are you in pain?”

  Thighs achy, check. Pain? “No, no pain.”

  She felt his relieved sigh. “Good. I would have felt horrible if we had hurt you.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course.”

  She tipped her head back to look at him. “Why do we crave sucking you like that?”

  He caressed her cheek. “Well, it feels good for me, obviously, but there are differences depending on whether I wish to climax or simply let you suck.” She waited him out while he gathered his thoughts. “It is part of the bond, it is how my body makes the changes in your body. You noticed, no doubt, you felt the same way about Sammuel, especially at first. If you had felt no bond with him, you would not have reacted the way you did to him and your body would not crave him, and myself, the way it does. It is not just a mental connection, it is a sign our bodies, for whatever reason, are also compatible. And so it becomes a comfort for the t’wren, a way to quickly re-establish a strong bond with their Master, especially if they have been apart for a while.”

  “What do you get out of it? Besides the obvious.”

  He kissed her. “I get both of you. I feel your love, and it is a way for me to show you how much I love you both.”

  Chapter Ten

  Echoing thoughts in her mind awoke Aine the next morning. The men were discussing things and catching up, personal and business. She lay there for several long moments with her eyes closed, just listening, absorbing, until Ker chuckled.

  “What is that old Terran phrase, Ki’ran?” he asked aloud.

  “Playing possum, Master.”

  She opened her eyes and looked at them. “Don’t stop talking on my account.”

  Ker leaned in and kissed her. She lay on her back between the two men, which meant at some point in the night she slept right through Ker withdrawing.

  Sammuel also leaned in and kissed her. “Good morning, love. You also slept through us getting up and taking a shower a while ago.”

  A brief mental image of the men making love in the shower flashed through her mind. Despite her body feeling like she’d been tossed out an airlock, she felt a tug of desire.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  Ker propped himself on one massive elbow. “Because you were tired. And you needed sleep. And I did not want Sammuel to feel like I ignored him earlier. Are you jealous?”

  “No, not jealous. I just don’t want to miss out on anything.”

  “Ah, you are a stubborn child, are you not, Ki’ato?” Ker said, a teasing smile playing across his sexy lips.

  “I’m not a child.”

  “Yes, she is,” Sammuel said. “Stubborn.”

  Ker stroked her cheek. The contact with him sucked her indignation away. She nuzzled his hand. “Sammuel told me as much as he thought he should,” he softly said. “About your past. The very basics. He told me it is your story to tell in your own time and way. I would very much like to hear it when you are ready.”

  Tears threatened, and she fought them back tooth and nail. She didn’t want to dredge up memories today, not this morning at least, not when her soul felt light and she didn’t feel…

  Alone.

  Aine closed her eyes and rolled to face him. “Not right now. Please.”

  He pulled her to his chest. “I am sorry I upset you, love. Of course not right now. If and when you feel you can, never before.”

  She took a deep, shuddering breath as she felt his love envelop her, not just her body, but her mind as well.

  She felt connected to him.

  “Are you really all right, Ki’ato?” Sammuel asked. “We did not hurt you?”

  She ran through a quick inventory. “I’m a little rough around the edges, but overall I feel pretty good.” She kissed him.

  Sammuel kissed her cheek. “I need to go to the bridge for a meeting, love. I will leave you here.”

  She closed her eyes and relaxed in Ker’s arms. “Okay.”

  At least she understood what Sammuel meant about her loving Ker. She did. Utterly.

  The men briefly conversed in Act’huran. Aine only understood every few words. Then Sammuel climbed out of bed and dressed before leaving.

  When the thought about how she used to run captain’s meetings tried to flit through her mind, she pushed it and the accompanying flood of melancholy back into its hole and locked the door.

  Ker didn’t move, didn’t speak. She knew he thought about her, taking in the sight of her lying in his arms, staring at her.

  Finally, after a long silence he softly said, “I will give you everything within my power to make you happy. I promise.”

  “I know. I…I miss flying. I miss my ship and my crew.”

  “We will have plenty to keep you busy, Ki’ato.”

  Bitterness broke through. “I suppose.”

  “I meant outside of our bed.” He sat up and tipped her chin so she had to look at him. “You are not merely some concubine for our use. You are our heart and soul, our partner. We will find something for you to do that will make you happy, even if it means you have to leave on missions to do it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. Sammuel goes on missions all the time. Obviously I prefer it when we can work together, and we arrange that as often as possible.” He smiled. “I would prefer neither of you leave my bed immediately, however. It was a long and lonely year, and now that I have you, I would rather not have to bid either of you good-bye again so soon.”

  She threw herself into his arms and hugged him. “I’ll go crazy just sitting around. As long as you can find me something to do, great.”

  He stroked her back as he sighed, relieved. “That is very good to hear, Ki’ato.”

  * * * *

  Later that morning, after she and Ker ate breakfast, Sammuel returned from his duties and she found out firsthand why the braid was functional as well as fashionable when he dropped to his knees in front of Ker and burrowed into his tunic again.

  At the time, Ker had been discussing dinner arrangements with Jarl.

  Aine, who’d been curled up on the bed and swaddled in Ker’s dressing gown, looked on in amazement as Ker didn’t even miss a beat in the conversation. He simply laid his left hand upon Sammuel’s head and kept talking with Jarl.

  Jarl acted as if it wasn’t happening.

  Aine fought a sudden throbbing in her clit as she watched Sammuel eagerly devour him. Although her body felt sore in a good way and she spent the morning with Ker, cuddling and gladly sucking his cock while he mentally talked with her. Okay, so another good use for that skil
l, it allowed her to multi-task without talking with her mouth full.

  Ker must have sensed her urge because he held up a staying hand to her just as she moved to climb off the bed and join Sammuel on the floor in front of Ker.

  Struggling to suppress her pout, she remained on the bed. Ker finally finished with Jarl and dismissed him. Then Ker looked down at Sammuel with an amused smirk. “Are you quite happy, Ki’ran?”

  He mumbled something around Ker’s shaft. Aine heard his thought. “I will be happier after a few minutes here.”

  Ker laughed. “Off. Now. To the bed, where our wife can participate.”

  Even more thrilling to her than the sight of Sammuel greedily sucking Ker was Ker’s use of that word.

  Wife.

  Her husbands.

  Sammuel held on even more tightly, his hands clamped around the backs of Ker’s thighs.

  Ker sighed and wrapped Sammuel’s braid tightly around his hand and tugged. “Now.”

  Sammuel whined, pleading for more time.

  Ker used Sammuel’s braid to wrench his head back and keep him from recapturing his cock between his lips. “I said now, Ki’ran.” Still fisting Sammuel’s braid, Ker forced him to his feet and over to the bed, where he pushed him down before releasing him. “Disrobe.”

  Ker’s eyes darkened with passion. She sensed the hard edges to his expression meant he wanted to fuck Sammuel’s refusal to obey right the hell out of him.

  He glanced at her and smiled, softening his face. “Exactly,” he said.

  Sammuel hastily yanked his uniform off and carelessly threw it to the floor beside the bed.

  “Hands and knees,” Ker ordered.

  He complied, his head resting on the bed, his hands fisted in the covers.

  Ker crooked his finger at Aine, and she crawled across the bed to him. He disrobed and caught her chin in his palm. “How do you feel, Ki’ato? Could you stand to have his lips upon you, or are you too sore?”

  “Oh, I could stand it, all right.”

  The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Would you like to get me hard?”

  “Hell, yeah!” She dove for his cock, moaning at the taste of him as his juices hit her tongue. Damn, this was definitely worth it.

  Sammuel looked back at her. “Master—”

  “Quiet,” Ker ordered. “Wait your turn.”

  She silently laughed at Sammuel’s slightly whiny tone. Big bad commander was a total softy when it came to Ker.

  She loved the feel of Ker’s fingers stroking her hair. He grew large and hard until she could barely fit more than just the head in her mouth.

  “Excellent, love,” he cooed. “Use your hands to slick me so I can fuck him. Make sure I am well-lubed so I do not hurt him.”

  Using both hands, she milked his cock, rubbing the pre-come leaking from his head over the entire shaft. An unspoken question popped into her mind.

  “Yes,” Ker said. “It is exactly why it did not feel uncomfortable when I took you. It is not just a lubricant, it also has properties to relax the muscles and prevent pain. The t’arn, our first found mate, is usually male. Our bodies evolved to make sure the process was as pleasant as possible. Now take your robe off and crawl beneath him so you can suck his cock while I fuck him.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. She slid into place and closed her eyes as she swallowed Sammuel’s shaft. He lowered his mouth to her clit and gently swirled his tongue around it, mindful of the workout she had with them the evening before.

  When she felt Ker kneeling behind Sammuel, between his legs, she opened her eyes and found herself staring at the head of his shaft poised at Sammuel’s rim.

  Ker stroked Sammuel’s back. Sammuel shivered, and Aine felt it through her own body. “Ki’ran, you may not come until I tell you. I am going to knot with you and spend a while reminding you who you belong to. Ki’ato, you may come as many times as you wish.”

  Sammuel whined again in frustration at the order. Aine watched, fascinated, as Ker pressed forward, his massive member slowly disappearing inside Sammuel until he fully embedded himself to the root.

  Holy crap!

  The sight was enough to make her forget to swallow, and she nearly choked until she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Sammuel hardened, like hot, living steel within her mouth as he wiggled his hips against Ker and tried to get him to move and fuck him.

  She heard a light slap and knew Ker smacked him on the ass. “Hold still,” Ker ordered.

  Sammuel let out a frustrated sigh even as he continued licking her, but he stilled his hips.

  “I am going to fuck you long and slow, love,” Ker told him. “With my cock tightly knotted inside you and stroking against your gland and driving you nearly mad in the process. Our little interlude in the shower this morning was not nearly enough to satisfy me, nor enough to give you what I know you crave.” He took a long, slow stroke out before sheathing himself inside Sammuel’s ass again.

  Sammuel groaned, his cock throbbing, but unable to come without Ker’s order.

  Fortunately for Aine, without such a prohibition the sight pushed her over the edge. Her cry muffled by Sammuel’s member, he lifted his mouth from her and blew across her clit, allowing her to come down from her orgasm. Once he sensed she was ready, he returned to lightly swirling his tongue around her sensitive nub of flesh, dipping inside her, slowly tracing every intimate fold.

  Ker chuckled. “Very good, Sammuel. Aine, love, I am not going to force you to come. If it gets to be too much for you, simply push his head away.” He took another long, slow stroke.

  Sammuel groaned, which changed to a whine at the very end.

  “Ah, I knew you needed this,” Ker teased. “I just did not realize how badly. You have been gone for much longer periods of time and not returned this desperate.”

  Sammuel apparently felt too overwhelmed by the sensation to even reply mentally. He rested his forehead against her thigh, his breath hard and heavy against her mound as he struggled to maintain control.

  Ker fucked him without mercy, alternating periods of long, slow, teasing strokes where he ground against his prostate at the bottom of every thrust, with hard and fast ones that made Sammuel grunt with pleasure and buck his hips backward to meet every impact.

  After two more orgasms of her own, Aine reached down and gently patted Sammuel’s cheek. He rested his head against her thigh and wrapped his hands around her lower legs to hold on.

  For her part, Aine happily enjoyed the view of both men’s sacs swinging and bouncing overhead as she continued licking and sucking Sammuel. She knew when Ker finally took mercy on him and allowed him to finish, it would be a doozy.

  Unable to resist, she reached between their legs and palmed first Sammuel’s sac, then Ker’s larger, heavier one, smoothly hairless and hot against her hand.

  Ker drew in a sharp breath. “Oh, love, that feels beautiful.”

  Sammuel, beyond coherent speech, was reduced to passionate grunts, moans, and whines.

  Aine lost track of time, unsure how long she lay there and not caring, either. Ker picked up the pace of his strokes, harder, faster, pounding, his balls slapping against Sammuel’s ass with each thrust. “What do you think, Ki’ato?” he gasped. “Have I tortured him enough?”

  She remembered she could think her answer back to him. “If it was up to me I’d lay here all day like this. I’m having fun.”

  Sammuel groaned. “Please,” he begged. “Master, please, let me come!”

  Ker laughed and slapped Sammuel’s ass again. “Is my knot too much for you now?”

  “My come is going to explode out my eyeballs if you do not release me soon!”

  He grabbed Sammuel’s hips. “In that case, come hard now!” He buried himself deep inside Sammuel, and she sensed his release as he held still and his sac pulsed and throbbed as his climax began.

  Sammuel let out a shout as his cock erupted in her mouth. He came harder and longer than she ever remembered him doing before, and in
their time together she spent quite a bit of time learning how hard and long he could come with her mouth on him.

  His entire body trembled as he collapsed on her with Ker’s cock tightly locked inside his ass. Ker looped an arm around Sammuel’s waist and pulled him off her. They sank to the bed, spooned together on their sides with Sammuel cradled in Ker’s arms.

  “Very good, Ki’ran,” Ker murmured to him. He kissed the back of Sammuel’s neck.

  Sammuel, his eyes still closed, shivered and tried to press even closer to Ker’s body.

  Aine watched them, her heart full nearly to bursting at the love enveloping them and spilling over to her. Ker tilted his head so he could look into her eyes. “Come here, love,” he said to her.

  She knelt beside them. Ker laced his fingers through hers and drew her hand to his lips. He kissed it. “You are a part of us. There will be times this is you in my arms. Sometimes it will even be myself in the middle.”

  Her worn-out clit throbbed again. “Wow!” she breathed, the mental image stunning her with its hotness.

  He released her hand and patted the bed in front of Sammuel. “Lie here with us for a while.” He chuckled as he lay his head down again. “I do not expect you to stay here the entire time, but perhaps I will let you torture him for while.”

  Sammuel snored, already asleep.

  She giggled. “I think you wore him out.”

  “So I did. He desperately needed it.”

  * * * *

  In fact, it was over six hours later before Ker finally released Sammuel from his erotic embrace. They all napped in that time. Ker led them to the head, where they showered together.

  Aine had to admit Sammuel seemed much more relaxed and in control now, much like she remembered him being in their early days together. Gone was the buzzing undercurrent of desperation and need that had crept up over the past few days as their return to Ker loomed in his mind.

  Ker knew it, too. He kissed Sammuel under the spray. “Feeling better, love?”

  “Yes, Master.” Sammuel hugged him, resting his head on his chest. “Much. I needed that.”