by Rena Marks
Chapter Thirteen
TIJAR:
Tessa howls like a banshee, all the way down. Jeroc is smiling indulgently as he looks down at our mate, and just as we approach the water, she takes a big gulp of air. We hit the surface head first, and immediately turn upward, our three bodies spiraling round and round. I keep my body ramrod straight, as I’m sure Jeroc does, and hold her waist tightly against me.
Jeroc holds his arms out to my shoulders, keeping the three of us anchored. We finally stop twisting, and float gently to the surface. Hundreds of tiny bubbles are everywhere. We bob to the surface, and only Tessa’s beautiful breasts are submerged. Her head and shoulders are above the water’s surface.
She looks like a fish, my beautiful third. Her dark hair gleams with water, and her long black eyelashes glisten with tiny drops. Her cheeks are an exhilarating pink shade, and suddenly she concentrates on us. I know she is wondering how we are floating in the water. “Are you guys moving?”
“No, little one,” I say. “We stand still. Try it.”
Her eyes go wide. She is doing what she calls a dog paddle. She looks down the surface of the water. It is clear. We can see past the millions of tiny bubbles, but the surface is so far down we cannot see the bottom.
“What are you looking for?” I laugh.
“I can’t believe you’re not moving. Yet floating.”
“Try it, sweet Tessa,” Jeroc murmurs. “You see we are still. See all the bubbles in this body of water? They change the content somehow. You do not sink when you are still. The only way we can go under water is by cutting through it with speed. With movement.”
“Trust us,” I say.
Very slowly, she stops the movement of her hands and legs and holds her breath, as if she’s afraid to sink. When she realizes her body is buoyant, she exhales.
“I’m stunned. This is crazy.” She brings a leg up to poke her toes through the surface.
“But that is not the surprise,” I say.
“Huh? It’s not? There’s more?”
“There is. We can kiss underwater because—”
“This is the only area where you can breathe the water,” Jeroc finishes.
Her pink lips open, and she looks down.
“Shall we try, my love?” I ask. I pull her tiny arm toward me, and feel her legs anchor around my waist. She is the perfect height this way, and she lowers her lips to mine. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and feel Jeroc move in against her back, and again the two of us take her under.
We twist through the water very slowly this time. She pulls away when it’s time to take breath and opens her eyes, staring at me in horror. I breathe deeply, showing her it is safe.
After she has taken a couple of breaths, a smile breaks out on her face. Then I aim us deeper. I keep myself on the bottom of our threesome, so my back is down and Jeroc is able to press the side of his face against hers and point out various sights. When we begin to float back upward, I twist us around to keep us under the surface, but remain on my back so they may continue to look around. It is the movement that allows one to remain underwater here.
I love to watch Jeroc with Tessa. He comes alive in a way he has not been since the death of his father. I still think of him as my best friend, but in actuality, he is my third. My mate, just as Tessa is. The tiny human female has taught us love and laughter.
But her slippery, supple body is softly weaving against mine. Her soft macciacas are pressed up against my chest, and my cock grows. She looks down at me and smiles when she realizes it, and brings her mouth to mine to kiss me again. When Jeroc steers us back up toward the surface, I allow it. We float gently up when we stop moving through the water, and our heads break free. Then, I turn her into Jeroc’s arms, and his head descends to hers. I watch the two of them kiss and wonder what goes through her head. I let my hands rove over her bottom, then dip lower to part her cheeks and delve inside her. She’s slippery and hot inside, so ready for more rutting. She is always ready, our Tessa.
She moans when my finger enters her, and I watch Jeroc smile, as he imagines what I am doing to her. She’s making the softest, most pleasurable sounds, and she grips the back of his head, bringing his mouth back down to her. It’s so sexy to watch her need. We move to the shore, floating gently to the sand. Tessa’s body is slick and wet, and Jeroc’s skin color stands out starkly against the paleness of hers as he covers her. He breaks the kiss and looks to me.
“Take your pleasure,” I tell him. “Then I will finish her.”
He begins to kiss her deeply again, and his ass rotates as he grinds his cock against her. She spreads her legs, her knees going up on either side of him. He lifts for a brief second, and then his ass grinds back down as he enters her delicious folds. They both groan and I can only imagine the intense pleasure they feel. I watch Jeroc’s performance as his ass continues to dance, plundering into our mate in a rhythm as old as time. He moves faster as he gets closer to his orgasm and suddenly he shouts, lifting himself on his forearms to look down at her beautiful body. His entire body shudders, and she lifts her hand to cup his cheek, staring into his face as he comes. He turns his head to kiss her palm, and from the corner of his eye, he looks toward me. I rise to my knees and watch as he pulls out, leaving a smear of blue cum trailing from her body. Her cunt remains open for the briefest moment when he pulls his cock out, and more blue smears her outer lips. The sight is beyond sexy.
I aim the tip of my cock for her, and sink inside her warmth with one movement. She gasps, because my cock must feel different from Jeroc’s. I am thicker, and I know our movements are different, too. Her cunt is hot, swollen and wet from his cum, and she clutches me with her internal movements, as she is always ready to come. I fuck her deeply, and she drags her fingernails across my back, adding pleasure-pain to the scars already there. Then I roll us, so that she may take her pleasure wantonly. And that we may watch.
We end with her straddling me, her cunt wide open. I use my thumb to circle her clit, exposed by the spread lips of her poosy. She quivers and moans. Then Jeroc moves behind her, straddling me also. One blue hand wraps around her breast, and the other reaches down to finger her clit for me.
I understand why Jeroc loves to watch as I fuck our Tessa. There is something erotic about seeing her pleasure from another’s touch. His finger strums her tiny clit, and she looks swollen and wet as she grinds against me. Her wet warmth swallows my cock and then she loses control and becomes frantic as Jeroc mercilessly bringing her to orgasm. Her face is beautiful when she comes. Every emotion imaginable rolls across her face. A flush takes over her breasts and they quiver in tune with the pulsations that grip my cock.
Suddenly I lose control. I am so close to coming also, and I grip her hips, pulling her down even deeper. I can feel my own cum escape my body in strong, heady spurts and I shout as loud as Jeroc did. It feels so wondrous, so sensual, coming into the same sheath he does, my seed mixing with his. And Tessa stares into my face, watching me come, just as she did with Jeroc. She truly loves us equally.
Jeroc rolls off me and brings Tessa with him, and the three of us pant, laying on the shore flat on our backs. My wet cock quivers with aftershocks, the tiny bones inside my rings highly sensitized.
Tessa reaches out and clasps each of our hands in hers.
“The sun is moving in the sky,” she comments.
“You are learning,” Jeroc says. “We must begin the trek home.”
“We’re naked,” she comments.
I should have flung our clothes over the cliff with us. Instead I sigh. “I guess we’ll have to walk the trail back up to retrieve them.”
“Let’s go. We can jump in one last time to clean up and then take the trail back up.”
“The cave is on the way. We can get the rest of our things,” Jeroc says.
“And then we go home? Together?”
“Together,” I agree.
“Forever,” Jeroc adds.
Tessa sighs.
I
rise at the same time Jeroc does, and together we take Tessa’s hands and haul her up. A quick swim to clean up before we make our way back up the trails. We’re finally dry when we reach the top and dress before heading back to our cave.
Once there we set it in order for the next weary traveler, grab Jeroc and Tessa’s stuff, and head back to the village. We’re not far out, and we take our time heading back, since we’re all relaxed and laughing, enjoying each other.
We finally reach the village, and it’s dinnertime. We’re ravenous after the day we’ve had, so we gather our food and sit under a tree to eat together. We’re joined by Lucie and Rayhaan, and Miranda and Aschero.
“I see you found her,” Lucie says to me.
“Yes. She was safe. She was with Jeroc.”
“But you have a few cuts and bruises,” Miranda says to her.
“I took a tumble down a tunnel. There were lots of rocks and branches inside.”
“Bet it must sting to sit in a pool with those wounds,” Lucie comments.
“It stung like hell the first night,” Tessa agrees. “But Jeroc was gentle. I’m lucky there wasn’t anything embedded in my skin.”
“I guess ballet classes will be rather basic?” Miranda asks.
“I’ll definitely be the instructor,” Tessa says. “Doling out the instructions. Maybe use someone else as a model.”
Just then Drakar and Niki bring their plates over.
Niki sits across from Tessa, and while she acts normal, she looks paler than usual. I know Drakar well enough to know he is a taut string of nerves. The skin around his mouth is paler, as if he holds tight to his emotions.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, yet keep my ear on the conversation between Niki and Tessa. My mate has asked her the same thing.
Drakar whispers that he worries, and listens to their conversation also.
Niki is nodding. “Just tired today. A bit crabby. I’m not sure if I can hold out another month or two and that worries me.”
“Technically you’ve been pregnant about eleven months. I imagine you are tired.”
“No, I’ve only been pregnant for ten months.”
Tessa shrugs. “I’ve noticed some of the gals counting the months by four weeks per month. But that doesn’t really work. It just stands to reason that we might be off on our calculations. Even if we’re not, there are no guarantees that this baby will wait for twelve months. We’re just guessing that’s when he’ll arrive.”
“That’s a good point,” Niki says, rubbing her basketball-shaped bulge. “I can’t help but be a little worried. This is the first hybrid pregnancy.”
“Jessie and Persephone didn’t seem worried.”
“No, but there are no hospitals here in case something goes wrong.”
“We have reverent mother. We have Valencia. Hell, she was a midwife in Mexico and now she speaks English and Blaedonian. We hit the jackpot there.”
Niki smiles. “She was? She never said.”
“She probably didn’t think it was important. You know how modest she is. But she is absolutely wonderful. People used to choose her over hospitals.”
I am amazed at my mate. Whatever it is that she shared with Niki has calmed her. Across from me, our king breathes a sigh of relief.
VALENCIA:
Strong blue arms hold me close while I sleep. I’m spooned against a warm, hard body and it is truly the best place in the world. While I may miss my family and friends, it seems like such a lifetime ago. That lifetime may be over, but it molded me for this one.
Here I have a new family and friends. If truth be known, those friends are my family. They’re true friends, not the friends I was used to. The users. The ones who called me a bruja behind my back, yet begged me to deliver their babies.
But this planet makes me happy. I’m in it for the long haul and with Atareek by my side, I feel invincible. It wasn’t always that way, though.
I was terrified when I first woke up on the Drurian spacecraft. I thought I was dreaming, but as time went on, a niggling terror told me this wasn’t a dream. It had been my first visit to the United States, and I didn’t know a lick of English. It was just by chance that I was even there.
I lived in a tiny village near the Mayan ruins. Women were brought to me from all sorts of unsafe distances just to have their babies delivered by me. Not everyone in our country can afford hospitals, and even if they could, the vast majority would still prefer my services. But my life was changed forever by an American woman.
Her husband’s job had transferred him to Mexico to accomplish a project, but it was taking longer than he expected. His pregnant wife wasn’t due yet, but the longer the project took, the closer it was getting to her time. She’d come to see me because she was preparing for a just-in-case scenario.
She’d brought her housekeeper, who translated for us.
“She is willing to pay you well to come live on the resort for the next couple of months. There is no guarantee that she will have her child, but you will be paid for vacationing by her side,” Socorro says.
I smile gently. “Please tell her that is impossible. I have way too many clients to leave for a couple of months. I have never taken a vacation, and I do not see the need.”
“She is terrified of hospitals, especially those in strange countries.”
“I am sorry, but labor takes a great while. If she would like, she is welcome to send for me when she feels her first pain. I cannot promise that I can drop everything and leave, but I will do my best.”
“She really wants you,” Socorro whispers. “She’s a nice lady. She has heard the story of baby Hector, where the cord was wrapped around his neck. And how you saved him from the brain damage that was sure to occur.”
“I hate rumors,” I confide back. “They grow bigger and better and make me out to be some sort of magical goddess that I simply cannot live up to.”
But truth be known, I do have a magical touch with childbirth. And I have saved many newborns from an inescapable fate they would have faced at a hospital.
“She is terrified beyond belief. This is her third pregnancy. She carried the other two infants to full term…and lost them due to labor complications.”
Just then the American woman babbles something out, and Socorro’s eyes widen. “She is offering more money than you will ever see in your lifetime. And says that if you wish, she will pay for your education to become a doctor.”
I live simply and I enjoy my life. I shake my head. “I do not need money. And I am accomplishing safe childbirthing without medical training now. I believe we have lost the way with modern medicine. My mothers and babies are healthier and happier by doing things the old way, without the bright lights and sterile rooms of hospitals. The births are less stressful and things do not go as wrong as they do under a doctor’s care.”
Socorro repeats my refusal, and the American looks dejected. I feel sorry for her, but I cannot forego village women for just one. Even if they do whisper about me when I walk by
“Tell her I am sorry, and my best offer is that she can send for me when her time comes.”
Socorro nods, but before she can begin repeating the translation, the woman gasps. She clutches her belly, and fluid gushes down the expensive pink fabric of her pants.
“It appears she will get her wish,” I say, matter-of-factly. “You will need to stay and translate.”
* * * * *
The infant is small, but healthy as he wails. I had dispatched village youths back to the resort to notify her husband about what had happened.
The mother however, is beyond ecstatic. Tears cover her face as she rubs the baby’s back, pressing his tiny naked body to her warmth.
“She wants to know why he is not eating,” Socorro says.
“Tell her he still carries nutrients from the umbilical cord. He will not feel hunger right away. He has enough nourishment for a long while.” My lip tightens.
That is another hospital misguidance, making women feel as though
they are inadequate because an infant does not latch onto the breast immediately after birth. Hunger is what brings out the newborn’s latching instinct, not a mother’s inadequacy. Still, so many mothers are chastised by the educated doctors that they feel guilt, and when forced, the child does latch. But frustration grows because the wan sucking does not release the beginning milk immediately. Then the mother’s stress hormones kick in, preventing more release of milk. It is a vicious cycle.
I continue with my instructions. “He is small due to being born so early. He needs constant warmth and cuddling. But he is healthy. Tell her not to worry about that.”
A hospital would have incubated the infant, providing the warmth, but changing his sleeping pattern with bright lights and lack of human touch. Eventually the interrupted sleep cycles would cause other issues, nervous disorders and chemical imbalances. The child would be diagnosed as hyperactive and would be medicated. A waste of a normal delivery. However, doctors are convinced they know more than me, a backwoods midwife.
Just then her husband is brought into the hut, and he never had time to change from the expensive three-piece business suit he wore to work that morning. Someone provided him with suitable shoes, however. My roads are not paved, and I imagine his dress shoes would have been slippery against the gravel. With tears in his eyes, he kisses his wife, and they talk back and forth. Socorro moves closer to me.
“He cannot believe this child is healthy. He was sure they were going to lose another. Especially as she was not due for another six weeks. He is telling her that they need to hurry for the hospital. She is refusing because she says she is not exposing the baby to all those sick germs when there is no need.” Socorro smiles. “She has listened to your instructions well. The baby is perfectly healthy but small.”
Her husband calms as he looks at the baby, putting his pinky finger in the little one’s tiny fist.
“I imagine they will stay a couple of days,” I say.
They do more than that. They send for food from the resort, and feed the entire village where I live. People have never eaten so well. I imagine the whispers behind my back will lessen.
