by Rena Marks
His cheeks burn a dusky blue. “You are right. I should have known better.”
For a minute, we’re both quiet.
“I’m glad that you did peek outside,” I acknowledge. “I thought I was toast.”
He sweeps me into his arms, cuddling me. “What has happened to you?”
“I followed you outside the gates. And I saw you meet Tijar, and tell him you wanted out of our mating.” Suddenly the day is too much for me, and I burst into tears.
“My love, don’t cry,” he says, holding me against his chest. “I love you, Tessa. You are my heart.”
“Then how could you leave me?”
“You are better off with Tijar. Someone who can keep you safe.”
“Did Tijar keep me safe today?”
“He does not know where you are?”
“No. I was going to jump off the cliff like you did, but instead I fell down a tunnel.”
He winces. “I know the tunnel. It was used by us as teenagers. You must slide down it on a sled. No wonder you are scratched and bruised.” Then he stills. “That was early today when Tijar visited. Have you been outside all this time? Did I miss you?”
“No. I was knocked out for a bit when I fell into the tunnel. I hit my head on a rock.”
His large hands reach out and begin feeling around my scalp, until he finds the nest egg and touches it gently. Even at that, I wince from the tenderness.
He curses. “You were unconscious? Outside all alone?”
“Yes. Until a big, one-legged bird woke me up.”
He takes a deep breath. “One leg? Tell me it didn’t have teeth and screech at you.”
“It did.”
He begins to shake. “Dammit, Tessa. That is a balceny bird. A scavenger. It waits until you are too weak to defend yourself, and then it picks at your soft tissues until you are dead. It wants to eat before the night predators come to ravage the meat. How close was it to you?”
Just the fact that I start to cry again is enough of a clue that it actually touched me.
He cuddles me until my tears slow to a hiccup. Then, I’m aware that my cuts sting and my arms and legs ache.
“Let’s get you cleaned so I can see your cuts and bruises,” he says, and his voice is gruff. “One minute.” He rolls the boulder over the entrance of the cave, and again he picks me up and takes me back to where the hot springs pool is.
This cave is much tinier than some we’ve stayed in. This hot pool is basically just down a small tunnel, and it’s barely the size of a three to four person hot tub. He puts me gently down on my feet, and even at that, I wince. Slowly he unlaces my halter, and draws it down over my arms. It’s filthy, dusty and bloody. He puts it on the side of a rock for washing. Then he tugs my skirt down my hips, and I lift a foot for my moccasins to come off. Soon I’m standing in my panties…and homemade garter, with the bone knife still attached. It’s pierced my thigh, and dried blood is crusted on my legs from the tumble.
“You could have been killed,” he says, and his voice is softer. He strips off his own vest and loincloth, and all his knives. Then he picks me up and for a second, it feels so good to be pressed against his warm chest. He starts to step into the water. “This will sting,” he says.
The water does sting my cuts, but the warmth feels good against all my sore muscles. We sit in the water, and while he doesn’t get a soapcake out, he does get a washrag and begins rubbing it gently, removing the dirt from my skin. All around us, the water bubbles gently against me, tingling and energizing once the stinging stops. After lifting me from the water, he gently pats me dry with a hettria leaf and carries me out to his nest.
He places me gently on my back and inspects my cuts and bruises. His fingers are skimming over the sensitive skin, over each sore bump he finds. Then he spreads my legs and looks between them.
“I need you,” I whisper. I feel my core heat up as he stares, studying my sex. He parts my labia and stretches my opening, as if he’s looking inside. “I admit I need you, too,” he says, looking up. He looks a bit frantic, like he realizes how close he came to losing me.
He moves back up to my clit, licks a finger and rolls the wetness across the tiny bundle of nerves. Electric shocks roll through me, and then he dips his head and uses the flat of his tongue to lick. It feels so good as he works his magic, sucking and exploring. A finger curls into me, and strokes my G-spot as his other hand presses on the top of my pubic bone as if feeling his fingers deep inside. The connection feels awesome as he continually licks my clit and I moan, letting him know how close I am already.
But he knows, because he is an expert at pussy eating.
Then he brings me and I quiver and scream as I come all over his mouth and fingers. The instant sexual gratification washes over me.
He pulls away a piece of fur and cleans his dick, and I realize he came into it.
Then he simply crawls up, cuddles me onto his chest, and hauls the fur over the both of us to sleep. I yawn, because it’s been a tough day and I’m clean, warm, and satisfied.
* * * * *
I wake up to find Jeroc watching me. “Good morning, my heart.”
“I love you.”
“I adore you, Tessa. It is morning. I will go get a spiny cactus to break onto your skin. The salve will numb the scratches.”
They don’t even hurt anymore. “And you thought you couldn’t take care of me.”
“I’m sorry for all I put you through.”
“Just don’t do it again. My heart can’t take it.”
“Never, sweet Tessa.” He kisses me hard, and then goes to move the boulder at the entrance of the cave. There’s a commotion and Tijar bursts in.
“It’s Tessa! She’s missing. She has been gone all night.” He’s frantic, and his eyes dart about so wildly he misses seeing me sitting in the nest.
“She is all right. She is here,” Jeroc says.
Tijar stares at me until it sinks in. Then he moves to the bed and squeezes me in a hug so tight I squeal. “You’re hurt,” he says. “What happened? How did you get here?”
“She followed me,” Jeroc says. “She was on top of the cliff, near the tunnel where we used to slide as kids. When you left and I headed up the hill to the cave, she fell through the tunnel and was knocked out. She was almost left out in the dark all alone.”
Tijar holds me away from him, as if he’s making sure I’m alive.
“I’m fine,” I whisper. “I was lucky. Jeroc decided to come out of the cave right before dark, and there I was.”
“She crawled all this way,” Jeroc says grimly.
“Tessa, you must never leave the village again. We could have lost you.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. The good news is Jeroc is coming home.”
His eyes cut to Jeroc. “Truly?”
Jeroc nods. “I realized what a fool I’ve been. I’m sorry I’ve put you both through so much.”
Tijar nods, and then turns to me.
“I was so worried about you. I thought you were in a ballet session most of the afternoon. At dinner I came to find you, and no one knew where you were. No one had seen you in the village all day. I wanted to head back out to this cave last night, but it was getting dark and I knew I wouldn’t make it. Instead I worried all night.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t risk it. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened to you.”
I lift my arms to hold him tight, and the fur falls away to bare my breasts. Of course I know what I’m doing when I press myself against him.
Jeroc watches.
Lust blazes in Tijar’s eyes and he leans forward, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. The sharpness stings, and then he licks the pain away. A shiver moves over my body, because this is both of my guys. Here, at once, the way it should be.
“Tell me, little one. How would you like to punish Jeroc for breaking your heart?”
I turn to look at Jeroc and his cock, which was tenting his loincloth at watching the kiss
between Tijar and me, softens the tiniest bit. “Tijar, I think I would like for you to stroke his cock for me. Until I decide I’m not mad any longer and will caress it myself.”
Tijar doesn’t hesitate. He reaches out and grabs Jeroc’s cock and immediately starts to rub it. I’m fascinated by his movements. They’re rougher and deeper than I would have stroked, and apparently Jeroc thinks so, too. The noise he makes is a strangled sound of protest and pleasure.
Tijar’s hand sweeps up and down with practiced ease, and then I see his wrist curl at the end to stroke the crown. Jeroc’s eyes are on me as Tijar works him, and I lick my lips. They’ve never felt so full and swollen. My clit throbs with anticipation as the blood flow speeds up.
“You like watching Tijar touch me?” Jeroc asks, and his voice sounds deeper than usual. He knows exactly what I’m feeling.
“I do. I really, really do. You don’t mind, do you Tijar?” It’s obvious Jeroc doesn’t mind, because his cock is stiff as a rod and his rings are full and swollen.
“Mind?” Tijar looks down at his own cock, and it looks hard and painful. His voice has a bit of strain to it, and I know he’s just as excited.
I bite back a moan, and then cup my own pussy. It’s slick and aching, and I clench and release my internal muscles to relieve the pressure.
“You both look really sexy,” I breathe.
“I think our girl is turned on by us,” Jeroc says.
“How could I not be? You’re both stunning.” I’m aroused to the point of no return. One look from either guy will make me explode. But they do more than that.
Jeroc growls low in his throat, and grabs Tijar’s hand, jerking him roughly. Then he explodes, cum shooting all over Tijar’s lower belly.
I moan, long and loud.
With his cock still dripping, Jeroc drops to his belly and is frantically pushing my legs apart. He’s kissing my belly, and going lower and lower. I look up and Tijar is watching both of us, his abs are shiny with cum, and his cock thick. Now he’s slowly working his own.
Jeroc’s wicked mouth blows hot breath across the tip of my clit, and I’m quivering. Then his tongue strokes inside the folds of my pussy and I almost jump out of the furs, it feels so good. I turn to watch Tijar jacking off, but my eyes roll back in my head. Jeroc keeps a strong hold on my thighs, keeping them spread wide. He continues to lick slowly, sweeping up and down.
“Make her come,” Tijar says. “When she’s tight from that, we’ll both have her until she comes again and again.”
The thought of three orgasms in succession makes me gasp. There are no muscles left in my body, and there’s no fighting the looming climax as his tongue flicks over my clit, slow and rhythmic.
Tijar drags his hand down his cock, working it like he did Jeroc’s. His gaze meets mine and this feels like exactly where I want to be. Mated. To both of them.
A bolt of fire moves through my body, and I explode, my hands fisting the fur as I arch and scream. My thighs tremble, and I gasp for air as I ride my orgasm.
“That’s it,” Tijar says. Jeroc gets up onto his knees, and his cock is hard again. Tijar reaches over and guides Jeroc’s cock to my pussy, and it’s so erotic that I’m turned on all over again. Tijar pushes and my swollen folds resist entry.
Jeroc groans, and looks at Tijar, who’s still holding his cock. “Her cunt is so tight.” He grips my hips and lifts me so my pussy is in the air.
Tijar has little droplets of sweat on his temples and then Jeroc pushes in. My swollen tissues part to allow him. I feel his cock rings slide along against my G-spot, and it’s wondrous and amazing. Then he’s fucking me for real. Tijar crawls forward onto his belly, and he’s rolling his hips into the furs as he kisses me. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and he’s rough and needy. One of his hands plays with my nipple, molding it and pointing it, and Jeroc’s continuing to bone me senseless. My breasts are jiggling and then Tijar pinches the nipple on the one he has…and I come. My entire body clenches, gripping Jeroc’s cock and squeezing it. Slowly, the intense orgasm ebbs and I’m aware of Jeroc shouting his release, filling me with hot cum. He pulls out and the tip of his cock dribbles onto my clit, the liquid warm as it coats my slick folds.
Then Tijar gets up. “That’s how I want her. Wet from both of you. I want the juice of both of you to cover me.”
Suddenly, Jeroc is kissing me, and Tijar thrusts deep. It feels erotic as hell to kiss one guy while another’s cock is deep inside me, and now I get it from the other angle as the guys switch. There’s no confusing the completely different ways the guys kiss. Jeroc uses more tongue, while Tijar is intense. Both ways are equally delicious, yet so diverse. The slow, deep kisses are bringing me to the brink, and I feel wetter and suddenly languid.
Another deep orgasm is looming.
“She’s close,” Tijar growls. Jeroc’s kisses grow more intense and then I’m coming apart again, coming over and over in endless waves as I cry out. Wetness seeps down my thighs and Tijar is shouting my name as his fingers dig into my hips, pounding as he comes.
Tijar’s strong, hard body collapses on me. I feel wrung out. We all came, and it was intense and better than ever.
Jeroc pulls away, and curls up next to us. Then Tijar rolls over and flips us so I’m on top. Jeroc reaches out and caresses my naked back, but I’m in a daze, curled onto Tijar’s chest. He’s pressing kisses onto the top of my head, and in a minute later, Jeroc gets up to fetch a water bowl and a small cloth. He cleans me up, and I think he wipes Tijar and finally wipes himself. He comes back to the nest and the three of us tangle up in a mess of arms and legs. I sigh deeply.
“I love you both,” I tell them.
“I love you as well,” Tijar says.
“You know I love you,” Jeroc finishes.
Then, right there in broad daylight, we take a nap. When we wake, we make love again, more slowly this time. There’s no touching between the guys. No, this time it’s all about me. I lay back and enjoy the onslaught of mouths and tongues and fingers. There are lots of slow, wet kisses and I’m having multiple orgasms. When we’re finally spent, we get up to bathe in the river. When my stomach growls, Tijar catches us fish, which we roast out on the beach. After we eat it, we make love again.
Soon I’ll be too sore to walk.
“Let’s take Tessa to the special place,” Jeroc says.
Tijar raises a brow. “What if it isn’t special to her? What if it is what her Earth is like, and it’s not such a big deal?”
“It’ll be special to me if you both think it’s your special place.” I smile at Tijar’s worry.
“Then let us go,” he says, with an eye on the sun in the sky.
They lead me to a small, overgrown trail. It leads up the side of a mountain, much like the trail I’d followed them before. Finally we reach the top, and I feel like I’m on top of the world. On the other side though, is the most magnificent waterfall I’ve ever seen.
“You have got to be kidding me! This is absolutely gorgeous.”
“You like it?” Jeroc asks, an eager look in his eyes.
“I love it.”
“It’s even more special than the beauty,” Tijar says.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out.”
Right there, as we stand on the edge of the overhang, he butts up against me and wraps his arms around me. Jeroc looks at him over my head, and steps in, too. I have two luscious male bodies against me, and they feel as familiar as my own. The mating call knew what it was doing when it picked them.
Tijar’s hands run down my body to my hips slowly, and the caress moves back up. Jeroc takes a small step backward and drops to one knee. He leans forward and presses a kiss to my belly.
The air whooshes out of my lungs.
I feel my skirt loosen and Jeroc is dragging it over the rounded curve of my hips. He kisses each inch of skin he exposes.
“I love how smooth she feels,” he says.
Tijar’s hands move up to the
laces between my breasts. He pulls the bow tie and loosens the laces. The halter top falls away and the warmth of his palms cups my breasts.
“Ohh,” I moan.
Jeroc pulls the rest of my skirt down to pool at my feet, and he looks upward. “That’s so sexy,” he comments. “The darkness of your skin on hers.”
“And this?” Tijar asks, plucking my nipple between a thumb and forefinger.
“Makes me breathless,” I say.
“Sexy as hell,” Jeroc mutters. “Her nipple is so plump. A sweet berry.”
Now he’s untying my moccasins and slipping them off my feet.
I stand in nothing but a necklace of feathers. It attaches by a twine of leather to a belly chain of shells that drapes low on my hips. The necklace was made by Tijar. The belly chain was made by Jeroc.
I connected the two pieces with more twine, knotted through with tiny designs and chips of glow-rock. I thought it fitting that we each have a piece in the intricate artwork.
Tijar reaches down to cup my sex, but he leaves a gap between his fingers, which Jeroc leans forward and kisses. Then he licks between Tijar’s fingers. The feeling is like electric heat zinging through my core, and I hiss as I arch my back. Then Jeroc steps up, and cups my jaw. His mouth lowers, and he begins kissing me—the soft, wet kisses I love.
Tijar’s hand moves back up to my other breast, and he’s massaging them as we kiss.
When he pulls away, he murmurs, “Are you ready for your surprise?” He looks into Tijar’s face.
“Mmm,” I say, in my bemused way. My brain isn’t quite working right with Tijar’s fingers strumming my nipples. Jeroc reaches down and pulls off his loincloth and moccasins. He takes me from Tijar’s arms and kisses me some more, while I hear the sounds of Tijar’s clothing rustling.
He pulls back when the sounds stop, and Tijar presses himself against my back. His erection is hard, and poking me in the back.
Then, to my surprise, Jeroc steps in close and wraps his arms around us both. “Take a deep breath,” he advises, and the three of us topple over the side of the cliff.
