by Bianca D'Arc
Darak laughed. “I’d better be careful. The last time you got pissed, eleven warships stopped dead in their tracks.”
“That is so not funny.” Jeri shook her little fist at him, and he caught it with a grin.
“Be at ease, dama. I’m your sworn protector now, remember?” He winked at her when she would have cursed him. “I’ll try, Jeri, but it’s a little hard to think of your best friend and his mate as two of the most powerful beings in the universe.”
“Then maybe…” Micah pulled Jeri back into his arms, nodding seriously at his cousin, “…you’d better not think at all.” He pulled Jeri out of the room and toward their cabin, signaling Darak to follow behind. She thought she knew what he had in mind, and it gave her pause, but she trusted Micah and she’d agreed that he was in charge when it came to their pleasures. He would never do anything that she wouldn’t enjoy.
Darak paused by the open door to their cabin, resting both hands on the doorframe. “This isn’t what you want, Micah. Not for her and not for you. Admit it.”
Micah shook his head. “We need this, Dar. Jeri and I both need you, this once, to ground us. To watch over us. To join with us and let us know we’re still the same people we were yesterday. To let us know that you’re still the same true friend you were to us yesterday, with the same smart-ass sense of humor and an eye for my bride-to-be’s butt that makes me want to either pummel you or burst out laughing.”
Darak shook his head, chuckling at that last part, and Jeri knew then that everything would be okay. The odd moment was past, now they had to put it in the past for good.
“Well, since you put it that way, I guess I could accommodate the lady, just this once.” Darak advanced slowly into the room, allowing the door to swish shut behind him as he began unfastening his worn leather belt. He stopped short of the bed though, to give Micah one last long look. “You’re sure?”
Micah nodded once, picked Jeri up by the waist and tossed her into the middle of the huge, soft bed. She giggled as she landed, Micah at her side, already pulling her clothes off.
“I’m trusting you to tell us when we need to shore up our shielding, Darak.” Jeri’s tone was teasing and she enjoyed the way he looked at her body as Micah revealed it. She licked her lips as Darak did the same, feeling amazingly sexy for the first time in her life. She knew what to expect now and she was looking forward to the things Micah would choose to teach her with Darak’s help.
“That’s a monumental task you give me, dama, when your beauty is so distracting, but I will endeavor not to let you down.” He sought outside himself for a moment, concentrating on the shields Jeri had thrown around herself and Micah ever since that first incident after they’d been elevated. Her shielding skill was so strong and natural, he found no fault. She was still shielding null, which amazed him. With so much more power, she could still hide it completely.
The way she looked at him—so much more at ease with herself and her femininity than the last time he’d been so honored—made him hot. He took his time, baring his chest and enjoying the way her eyes followed him. He’d had more than one woman tell him they enjoyed his muscular form, but with innocent little Jeri, he could see the admiration in her eyes. Along with the lust. It was enough to make him hard. Or at least, harder than he already was.
“Show me that pretty ass of yours, sweet.”
Darak saw her eyes widen and shift to Micah for direction. It was a stark reminder that this woman was not his to keep, but rather to help pleasure at the direction of his best friend. It was a hell of a role, but he’d enjoy it while it lasted. He knew the two were so crazy in love with each other that such opportunities would be few and far between—if indeed they came up at all.
“Show him how much you want this, baby.” Micah guided her onto her hands and knees, slapping her smooth ass and leaving behind a beautiful pink handprint. His devilish smile shifted to the other man. “She pinkens so prettily, doesn’t she?”
“Gorgeous,” Darak agreed, finding it hard to speak around the sudden dry catch in his throat as Micah slapped her other cheek. She squealed a bit, ending in a laugh as she signaled her enjoyment of the tender but firm spanks. He had the sudden fantasy of having Micah spank her ass while he was buried in her pussy and he nearly stumbled as he made his way to the other side of the bed, opposite Micah.
Slowly, tantalizingly, he lowered his pants, revealing himself inch by inch to her avid gaze. He stood near her head, purposely giving her a good view and making it easy for her to shift around to take him in her mouth if Micah so desired. How he hoped and prayed Micah did! His cousin was calling the shots here, he had to remember that.
Micah must have sensed his desire. He guided Jeri until she was kneeling across one corner of the bed, her mouth at the perfect height for Darak’s dick, while Micah entered her pussy from behind. When she closed over him with a moan, Darak was in heaven.
Chapter Twelve
“Son of a bitch.”
The soft swish of the door opening went unheard, but the three lovers definitely caught the soft curse as Agnor stood shocked motionless in the door.
“Shit, Jeri. Don’t stop now.” Darak’s soft reprimand brought her attention back to his swollen cock, riding hard and deep in her mouth. Agnor watched, transfixed. Then he realized he was staring, and Jeri wasn’t used to an audience.
“I’m sorry. I’ll come back later.”
“Don’t go.” Micah’s command was low but forceful as Darak shot his load down Jeri’s throat with a harsh groan of pleasure. She swallowed it, lapping up every drop while Darak started to come alive again under her ministrations. The power levels in the room were astounding. Agnor was feeling a little giddy just standing inside the door. How he wished he could share Jeri’s beautiful body with Micah and Darak. They’d shared women between them before. Many times, in fact, when they were younger. It had been some time since the three men had bonded over a woman’s joy. In a way, he missed it. But they were older now, needing some emotion along with a hot fuck to make it worthwhile. And emotion the likes of which he saw in this room was rare, indeed.
He watched as Darak left Jeri’s mouth and sat at her side, turning his attention to her nipples, taking Micah's chain from around her neck and attaching it to the points he so lovingly pinched in preparation. Micah was ramming into her pussy from behind and if Agnor was any judge, the man was close. It wouldn’t be long.
When Micah came, taking Jeri with him through a prolonged orgasm, the burst of energy that flowed through the room threatened to make him come in his pants. His dick was harder than a rock and ready for action, but he had no idea if he would be invited to join or have to go seek comfort with one of the other women on board or at worst, his own fist.
Micah pulled out, then turned Jeri onto her back, positioning her, spreading her legs and posing her as if for Agnor’s delectation. Darak moved silently to the small bathing chamber and returned with a wet cloth, cleaning her folds and rubbing over every inch of her pussy, even pushing his cloth-covered finger deep into her hole, which made her squirm.
Watching was making Agnor squirm as well, as Micah eyed him with a mischievous smile.
“Look, Dar’s cleaned her for you. Do you want a taste of my woman’s pussy?”
Jeri gasped, her eyes going wide and aroused as he watched her reaction. The arousal clinched it. He’d watched her and dreamed of tasting her for some time now. He knew this was a once–in-a-lifetime chance to have her, with Micah’s permission and guidance. This act wasn’t about him, Darak or even Micah. It was about her. Giving her pleasure. Giving her new experiences. It was an act of love on Micah’s part. Love, trust and total indulgence.
“You know I’m always up for hot pussy, Micah.”
Agnor threw off his robes as he advanced on the bed. Decision made, he wasn’t one to hesitate or beat around the bush. He saw what he wanted, and he knew his decisive movements were exciting her. He trusted Micah to oversee this first meshing of their powers and
assure his safety. Jeri could easily kill him with her expanded powers, but he figured it would be a hell of a way to go.
He settled between her legs, holding her gaze as he moved down, down, down, zeroing in on her clit with unerring intent. He touched his tongue to her and it was as if electric shocks were floating through his whole body. It was an amazing feeling and he wanted more. Using his long tongue, he explored every fold and curve, pushing at her clit and thrusting as deep as he could inside her wet hole.
“She tastes divine,” he said, coming up for air briefly, throwing Micah a quick look to make sure all was well. The benevolent smile on Micah’s face was a kicker, he thought indulgently. The StarLord shared his lady and was fully aware of what a great privilege he bestowed. The possessive gleam in his eyes was something Agnor had never seen there before with any other woman and it spoke volumes about the love between these two that he so envied.
“She rides cock like a dream too. Don’t forget, she’s an accomplished horsewoman.”
Darak made a strangled noise, and Micah laughed.
For her part, Jeri was pleasantly astounded by the muscular, ultramasculine form Agnor kept hidden under the robes that usually marked a Specitar. His movements were stirringly decisive and his touch as expert as Darak’s and Micah’s. She never would have thought the usually quiet, respectful man was as wild and skilled as he’d so far proved.
He brought her so close to orgasm with his tongue alone, but Micah stopped her from coming, directing them both as he watched carefully over the meshing of her newly expanded power with Agnor’s. Micah touched Agnor on the shoulder, pulling him away from her pussy, moving to her side and bending to kiss her as he did something with his Talent to ease the buildup of her power, dissipating it to safer levels.
“We don’t want you frying poor Agnor, do we?” Micah teased her as he lifted his lips and his gaze searched hers. “How are you feeling? Do you want more?”
She smiled at him, tangling her hands in his hair, pulling him down for another kiss before she answered.
“I feel really good, Micah. I’m up for whatever you want to teach me.”
He smiled and gave her a smacking kiss. “Then let’s put poor Agnor out of his misery and bring you to another level of pleasure.”
He rested at her side while he directed to Agnor to take her. She knew this first time he’d watch over them, making sure their Talents meshed rather than clashed. It felt a little more dangerous this time than when she’d first joined with Darak, but perhaps that was because of the rise in power they’d all experienced. She only knew she was glad to have Micah there, guiding her and directing them all. She trusted him with her heart and soul, and she realized she would never do this with anyone else but him.
She didn’t really need any man but him, though she knew he enjoyed teaching her the amazing limits of her body’s pleasure. She had special places in her heart for Darak and Agnor, but without Micah, she would never have participated in this carnality. He was the one who made her want to explore the boundaries of her sexuality—with him and for him. And she loved every minute of it, just as she loved him.
Agnor settled between her legs, but this time, he braced his strongly muscled arms on either side of her head. He was a tall man, taller than Micah, and she’d thought him lanky, but he was instead, heavily muscled and every inch a dominant male. He smiled at her with a sort of primitive intensity as he came down on top of her, making her squirm with the newness and heated desire that knowing Micah was at her side, watching all, brought her.
“You are beautiful, dama. I have wanted this moment since I first saw you.”
Agnor’s deep voice was soft, almost reverent as he placed nibbling kisses on her mouth before delving deep inside with his talented tongue. His body lowered over her, pressing her into the mattress in a way that made her feel small and cherished, and incredibly hot. He kissed her as if he had all the time in the world, exciting her with his skilled kisses to a fever pitch while his cock rubbed over her slit, spreading her juices and raising her desire, but not yet entering.
“You taste of meadow and sky.” Agnor raised his lips from hers, but he didn’t go far. His head lowered again, starting a journey to the sensitive areas of her neck and then on to her breasts, licking and sucking, worshiping as he went. When he finally tugged on her nipples with his teeth and lips, she whimpered at the pleasure that was so close.
“It’s time, Agnor.” Micah spoke quietly, still at her side. “Take her now.”
“She’s on fire.” She looked up to find Darak kneeling at her other side, his eyes entranced, his dick large and long, rising up and ready. Just as Micah’s was.
This first joining with a new partner had to be seen to first, before she could do anything about the other two men. She knew their power levels were so high and so new, they didn’t dare initiate anything with a new partner in the mix without first meshing their energies. Darak held his cock in one curled fist, mimicking Agnor’s motion, watching avidly. It was enough to make her squirm.
While she was looking at Darak, Agnor plunged forcefully home. She went wild, looking from Darak to Agnor to Micah as she panted in shocked passion. Agnor was long and wide and he felt like heaven within her as he moved, hard and fast, taking her over the edge too soon. She came, her inner muscles clutching him tight, but he wasn’t finished.
Agnor laughed as he felt her release, leaning down to kiss her steadily, powering through her orgasm and bringing her right back up again to where she’d been—desperate for another release. His pace increased steadily and his expression grew serious as he pressed close but did not crush her.
“Did you enjoy that, dama? I love the feel of your tight pussy coming around me. You clench so beautifully.” He licked her lips before moving downward. His words were whispers against her skin. “Micah is a lucky man to have both your heart and your luscious body all to himself. I envied him before, but now…” His voice trailed off as he increased his pace again.
“Do it, Ag, she’s going to explode again. This time you should go with her.” Darak’s voice was warning and low.
“He knows what he can handle, Dar,” Micah said quietly from her other side. She looked up at him, amazed by the burning desire in his eyes as he watched over them all. Only then did she realize her release could cause some harm to Agnor if he didn’t come with her. Micah had explained about how the power built and meshed and released together. But when one partner didn’t release, sometimes it could backlash.
She turned her eyes to the man straining above her as he pummeled into her, and reached up with her hands to stroke his massive shoulders.
“Come with me, Agnor. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He groaned and grew impossibly harder within her tight sheath. She could feel the tension running through him, echoing her own as she strained toward release. This time when she came he was with her all the way, plunging wildly, deep, hard and fast, in her welcoming heat.
He shouted as he jetted into her, his expression hardening in pleasure as she pulled him closer into her embrace. He came for long, long moments as her own pleasure seemed to go on and on. She felt the slow release of the energies and the wash of pleasure that meshed them together, sealing him to her and vice versa. Nevermore would their bodies or energies be strangers.
She knew a side benefit of this joining would be an increased ability to share energy between them. It was one of the reasons why, Micah had explained, sex among Talents was so open and varied. Those with lesser strength often joined with multiple partners so they would be able to work their Talents together more easily. It was expedient as well as pleasurable.
Agnor rested within her a moment more, rising on his massive arms as if doing a push-up over her smaller body. He stared into her face for a moment before placing a shimmering, gentle kiss on her lips.
“Thank you, dama. That was a joining I will never forget.”
“Neither will I,” she whispered, acutely aware of Dar
ak and Micah watching and waiting on either side.
“But it’s not over yet.” Micah had their attention as Agnor gently withdrew, rising to kneel between her legs in a rather decadent display. He was semihard again already. And she was surrounded by cock. Bared and claimed. It made her feel wanton and ready, even after the two huge orgasms she’d just had. Micah brushed the hair from her face gently. “Ready for more?”
“More?”
Micah nodded with a sinful smile. “Yes, love. Now that you’ve joined successfully with Agnor, we three can introduce you to the delights of triple penetration.”
“Triple…um?”
Darak laughed and reached out to tug on her nipple as if he just couldn’t resist touching her any longer. “Don’t worry, sweet. You’re going to love it as much as we will.”
Agnor was breathing normally again by now and he’d taken the soft cloth from the bedside, wiping his excess from her pussy, gently stroking her with the cool cloth, making her hot. He knew just what he was doing as he rasped the cloth over her clit and stroked her with his long fingers to release his come from her inner depths. He shocked her gaze up to his as he stroked over the bundle of nerves deep inside her channel. He was chuckling in a way she’d never seen the serious Specitar do before and she was glad she could bring him this moment away from the seriousness of his life and responsibilities.
When she was reasonably clean and squirming, Agnor raised his head. “Where do you want me?”
Micah seemed to consider. “At her head, I think. Let’s flip her on her stomach first.”
Three pairs of masculine hands did the work, turning her gently onto her stomach. She had never felt so pampered.
“How do you feel, my love?” Micah bent low to whisper in her ear.
She moaned as strong hands began rubbing scented oil into the muscles of her back. Agnor, she guessed, while two more long-fingered hands started massaging the muscles in her legs and butt. That had to be Darak, she judged from the strength of his touch. Micah’s hands wound through her scalp and rubbed in gentle circles, relaxing her.
