He made little thrusts, his cock worrying the bundle of nerves on the roof of her cunny. She trembled, a fine sheet of sweat erupting on her body, as the stretching ache morphed into pleasure.
“Kaede,” Cygne panted.
She needed something, but didn’t know what, as the ecstasy mounted. Akiva rubbed her swollen nub faster, till she was mewling and shaking her head. Kaede reared all the way back and she panicked, her hands clamoring to pull him back to her. Her keening wail filled the night when Kaede thrust hard, burying his shaft to the hilt. Her legs quaked and her cunny spasmed from his total possession.
“You’re so unbelievably tight,” Kaede grit out.
He remained still, but his cock kicked, the coiled ridge on his shaft abrading her writhing, nerve-laden walls. Cygne squirmed beneath his massive body. She desperately needed to move. The way the others continued to fondle and stroke her only added to the mounting need.
“Please,” she begged.
Kaede began thrusting, his thick shaft lighting up the sensitive spot inside with every stroke. Cygne hungrily kissed Severin, while she reached for anything or anyone to hold onto. Both hands found Meir and Tynan’s eager arousals, and she gripped them. Kaede moved faster, hammering harder, as he grunted out his pleasure. The sound of it was terribly sexy. It mixed with the other slick sounds and heavy breathing. She was swept up in a tailspin, spiraling toward an abyss where only ecstasy could exist.
Cygne froze for one glorious moment as she hit the peak, then exploded. Her mouth opened on a silent cry, as her toes curled and her back bowed.
“Fittich,” Kaede snarled, and rapidly hammered, forcing his pulsing girth past her spasming muscles.
She shook uncontrollably as he propelled her ever deeper into the exquisite yet agonizing miasma. Her channel clenched tighter when warmth bathed her insides, as Kaede shuddered and groaned. He pulled out and leaned back. Cygne gasped at the odd empty feeling.
“I got you.” Meir rolled her so she was draped over his chest. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you fly apart?”
Cygne was about to reply, when a pair of hands lifted her hips, positioning her on her knees. She glanced back to see Tynan poised at her rear.
“Here’s the salve, so she’s not too sore.” Akiva handed Tynan a tube.
Cygne started panting again as she watched Tyan slather his arousal. His cock wasn’t as long as Kaede’s, but he was broader. She pressed her mouth into Meir’s chest, as Tynan impaled her well-used cunny.
“That’s it, bite me all you want,” Meir groaned.
She hadn’t meant to bite Meir, and lovingly kissed his pec.
“Songbird, the way you’re quaking around my crown is killing me,” Tynan grunted as he bucked, forcing his engorged hot shaft inside her slick channel. This new position let him drive deeper, filling her to the breaking point.
He gripped the flesh of her hips, pulled back slowly, then rammed in hard, shoving her forward. Tynan was a big rough male, and his possession reflected his personality. He repeated the move, his broad crown stabbing at the bundle of nerves on the roof of her channel. Her breath burst out with every thrust. It didn’t take much to send Cygne back to that precarious precipice.
“That is so sexy,” Akiva groaned, as he stroked her back and folded wings. “Cygne, I wish you could see the way your little cunny is wrapped around Tynan’s cock.”
Thinking about Akiva watching Tynan impale her sent a spike of desire coursing through Cygne.
“It looks hot, and feels even hotter,” Tynan groaned, when she spasmed around his length.
“I want to feel,” Akiva rasped.
Something cool and slippery dripped between her splayed cheeks. Akiva’s slick finger stroked her puckered entrance and Cygne jumped. She moaned when he pressed his finger into her clenched ass, sliding and twisting as he pushed forward. His finger added to the fullness stretching her.
“How can you stand it,” Akiva asked Tynan. “She is spasming nonstop.”
“Aye, with your finger shoved up her ass, she is. Do it again. Fittich, that feels amazing,” Tynan snarled.
Cygne whimpered and moaned as Akiva began fingering her hole, while Tynan hammered faster. When Akiva reached beneath her and started to pinch and stroke her nub, she couldn’t stand it. The ecstasy was too much. She climaxed hard, but the wicked males kept working her quaking body.
“I have something to occupy those sweet lips, if you promise not to bite.” Meir caressed her cheek, as he shifted beneath her head.
Cygne saw his full cock looming near her mouth. Meir was so engorged, the ridge coiling around his shaft stood out. Meir fisted his length with one hand, while stroking her lips with the other. She never imagined putting a male into her mouth, but it gave her so much pleasure when Meir licked her cunny. It had to feel the same for them.
Her tongue peeked out and took a swipe at his tip. Meir tasted like something dark and masculine. She parted her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around his crown. Meir stroked himself faster, while she explored his slitted tip and ridges.
“Aye, that’s it,” Meir groaned and closed his eyes.
She loved the way his face was contorted with bliss. Emboldened, Cygne sucked him deep into the cavern of her mouth. Meir groaned so low, she knew she’d found his weakness. His shaft kicked and pulsed as she sucked harder, her tongue laving his length with every pull.
Tynan’s thrust became wild and she responded by moaning around Meir’s girth.
“Fittich, I’m going to peak,” Meir barked.
He pulled away, and Cygne was disappointed. Focusing on him helped ground her as the bliss lashed her. Akiva traded places with Tynan, taking up where he left off. She shoved her face into the blankets when Tynan crammed not just one, but two thick fingers into her ass. He worked them deeper now that Akiva loosened her up. He thrust deep, while Akiva’s cock tormented the bundle of nerves in her channel. The unending pleasure was sweet agony. Cygne shook her head as moisture leaked from her eyes.
“Severin, I need you.” She reached out to the male stroking her hair.
Cygne noticed Severin’s concerned frown. He must’ve seen the glorious torment in her eyes. He was the gentler one in the group. His sweet nature made her want him all the more.
Severin’s eyes widened when she clamored for his arousal and took him into her mouth. Cygne clawed at his tight ass, holding him close, and sucked hard, echoing each punishing thrust Akiva and Tynan subjected her to. She didn’t care that she could barely breathe as she took Severin into the back of her throat and swallowed around his pulsing crown.
“Cygne,” Severin moaned as he exploded, his release tasting sweet and salty.
Her world suddenly came apart at the seams. Thousands of stars burst before her eyes, as unadulterated ecstasy whipped through her, shooting out her splayed wings. Cygne didn’t even fight it when she felt herself slipping into the blissful darkness. She felt safe, happy, and cared for by five unbelievably wonderful males.
10
Painted Sands
“Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.” Hans Christian Andersen
* * *
“We are there, little songbird,” Tynan’s deep voice roused Cygne from her blissful slumber.
It’s not a dream. A smile twisted her lips.
Cygne sat up, then groaned. She was sore in unmentionable places.
“Are you okay?” Severin kissed the top of her head.
“I am fine.” She looked around and realized they were again in the tent on Zimock’s back. “How long did I sleep?”
“Only a short while. We were nearly here last night.” Kaede pulled her into his arms and descended to the ground.
She glanced past the caravan to the striated sandstone hills. The layered yellows, oranges and reds were amazing. The massive sun was still low on the horizon, tingeing the sky with the same colors. The view was beautiful all by itself, but the lush spewing fo
untain which fed into cascading pools transformed it into a truly stunning sight.
“Wow. I thought my valley on Braccio was the most beautiful place ever, but this ranks right up there.”
“Welcome to The Painted Sands. Enjoy the springs,” Ascella said with a magnanimous wave toward the stepped pools.
Cygne nearly squealed with glee.
“I can walk.” She smiled up at Kaede.
“And I’d prefer to carry you.”
“It’s only right, since we wore you out last night,” Akiva whispered into her ear.
Cygne blushed at the memory.
As they approached the pools, Cygne noticed there were tons of red and yellow flowers dotting the banks.
“Oh, look.” She pointed. “They’re beautiful. This reminds me of the stream near my barrow. The boronia had just bloomed when I left the valley.” She sighed.
“I can think of a more beautiful sight.” Meir smiled.
“I can too, and she’s a lot more beautiful when she’s not baking in the sun,” Tynan rumbled.
“Agreed.” Severin nodded.
She smiled when Kaede flew her over the flowers, so they weren’t crushed under foot, landing in the water. Cygne gasped at how cold the pool was when Kaede set down. It was invigorating, just like she remembered the streams on Braccio being. She waded in, kicking her feet and making waves as she went.
“How’s it so cold in this heat?” Akiva barked when he touched down.
Cygne giggled at the way the males shivered.
“You’re not afraid of a little cold water, are you?” She scooped up a handful of water and tossed it at the five Olor hesitating near the bank.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” Meir crowed.
Meir splashed back at her, catching Tynan in the process.
“Wrong move,” Tynan growled and tackled Meir. The males rolled around, sending water spraying everywhere.
“They’re just fooling around,” Kaede chuckled when she gaped at the pair.
“And it looks like fun.” Akiva jumped into the fray.
Cygne laughed at their antics. As she splashed Akiva, Tynan and Meir, a pair of arms snagged her, and suddenly she was high in the air.
“It’s probably safer up here.”
The words were barely out of Kaede’s mouth, when Meir shot upward and snagged his feet. Severin scooped her up, before Kaede was tugged into the melee. He set her atop a stone spire near the spewing fountain.
“They are such fledglings.” Severin shook his head as he hovered in the air.
“And you’re too serious,” Tynan rumbled as he and Akiva appeared behind Severin. Both captured a pale blue wing and dragged Severin into the pool.
As Cygne stood on the rocky monolith enjoying the cool mist and the rowdy entertainment, she spotted a sleek vessel skimming over the desert, coming straight for the oasis. It kicked up a whirlwind of sand as it landed. Ascella and Lacerta greeted the Stilio pilot who emerged.
“Males,” Cygne hollered, as she descended to the edge of the pool.
“What? Are you feeling left out, songbird?”
The smile twisting Kaede’s lips was captivating. His dark hair stood up in disheveled wet spikes, adding to his roguish aura. She stared at how the water sluiced over his rock-hard chest. The other males arose from the water, and Cygne got lost admiring them.
“Kaede,” Lacerta called out when he reached the pool, breaking the spell she was under.
Oh yeah. She shook her head. Her brain scrambled anytime those five males were near.
“What’s going on?” Kaede asked Lacerta.
“Sorry to disturb you. Cattivo just landed in the cruiser. Apparently, the Legion Drakes hailed, and are demanding you contact them immediately.”
“Then we better go.”
Cygne was shocked by Kaede’s curt growl as he stalked out of the pool.
“It looks like our play time is over.” Akiva scooped her up and took off after Kaede.
They thanked Ascella for his hospitality, then joined Cattivo on the cruiser. She didn’t know who the Legion Drakes were, but the males weren’t very happy about being contacted by them. They were stiff and quiet the entire short ride back to the Sejle. The trip via cruiser wasn’t nearly as fun as riding on Zimock’s back.
“Make sure everyone’s loaded, and let’s get into orbit,” Kaede instructed Lacerta, as they headed back to his chamber.
“Why don’t you go wash off,” Tynan suggested.
Cygne wasn’t really dirty after their romp in the oasis, but she nodded and headed for the washroom anyway. She quickly rinsed off and slipped on one of the gowns the males kindly loaned her. She headed out of the washroom then stopped at the door when she saw five males on the display screen imbedded in the bedroom wall.
“You all need to get your tails back to Olor immediately. Your aunt and cousin have convinced the Legion Matrons to move up your Courting Ceremony. The sooner you get here, the better,” an older blue-winged Olor male rumbled, wearing a severe mien.
He and the four males behind him were dressed in formal silver jackets that nearly reached their knees. They were a daunting bunch.
“I knew it had to be something when you contacted us ahead of schedule,” Kaede growled.
“I am sorry, sons. I know this trip was supposed to be your final hurrah before settling down with your mate, but this can’t be helped.” The old male grimaced.
Settle down with your mates? Her hand flew to her mouth to repress a dismayed gasp. I should’ve known; they’re too wonderful to not have mates waiting for them back home.
“We’ll return as fast as the Sejle can get us there, but someone will need to take our guests to Chioma,” Kaede rumbled, then cut off the transmission.
Cygne stood trembling at the washroom door, attempting not to hyperventilate. The news completely blindsided her.
“Why didn’t you tell your fathers—”
“No!” Kaede cut Akiva off. “If I told the Drakes, the inquiry would’ve begun, and the questions would’ve been unending.” Kaede paced, the dark feathers on his wings bristling.
“I agree. We need to make the most of the time we have with Cygne, before the Drakes and Legion Matrons run her off.” Meir frowned.
“We really should prepare Cygne before we get back to Olor, so this whole affair isn’t difficult for her,” Tynan rumbled.
She didn’t know how they could possibly prepare her for being abandoned.
“I hate this. We promised not to do this to her.” Severin’s wings slumped. “I wish we could forget all this nonsense.”
“I hate your scheming aunt and cousin,” Akiva snarled. “I know Velifico and his broodmates are attempting to gain control of the Legion somehow.”
“We can’t let that happen, regardless of what we have to do. Can you picture them as the reigning Drakes? The Legion would quickly crumble under their rule.” Tynan tugged at his short blond hair.
“While we were using our position to serve the Legion, that spoiled brood was taking advantage,” Kaede snarled.
Cygne couldn’t listen to anymore. Her knees nearly buckled as she attempted to back into the washroom, before the males saw her. She gripped the wash basin and stared down her reflection, refusing to cry.
Don’t do it. Don’t you dare. Did you really think one of them was going to mate you? Yet a part of her had hoped. She’d even been struggling with who she’d pick if given the choice. But that was foolishness and she knew it, why else would all five of them be playing with her?
11
Into the Darkness
“But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?” Hans Christian Andersen
* * *
Cygne quietly stared through the window at a distant, bright spiraling galaxy set against the bleak void of space, as they ate in the observation lounge. She wasn’t normally a big conversationalist, having spent so much time in her own head as she grew up. But this even
ing, the silence was uncomfortable.
Long ago she learned to make the best of life, even though disappointment after disappointment darkened her door. And now was no different, so she was desperately trying to be positive. She could be upset, or make the most of the time they had left together, like Meir said.
At least I made friends, that part she hoped she hadn’t imagined, met others like me, and I’ll get to see Olor. And Cygne learned what it felt like to fall in love, but if she dwelled on that, she’d tear up again.
“It’s time for bed,” Kaede sighed.
“I’m going to watch the stars for a bit.” Cygne gave the males her best smile. She needed another moment to get her head together.
“No,” Kaede barked gruffly, startling her.
She looked at the others to see they too were surprised by Kaede’s curt tone. Kaede pulled her out of the seat, then escorted her out of the lounge. He was obviously still in a bad mood from talking with his father.
“Is everything okay?” Cygne hustled beside Kaede. He was gripping her hand a bit too tight.
“I wish it was, but it’s not. My fathers demanded we return home immediately.”
“Wait. Fathers?” She tilted her head in confusion. “You mean you have more than one?”
“Yes, Cygne. They’re broodmates, just like we are.” Kaede waved toward his friends.
“I don’t understand.” She frowned.
“Olor females are rare. We mate five males to one female,” Akiva replied matter-of-factly as they reached the bedroom.
“Oh, broodmates.”
Well, that explains why the males are banded together like brothers. She had no idea the Olor mated that way. Then again, she was clueless about much of her own culture. Something inside her leapt at the thought of all five males joining with her, then her heart sank again recalling what Kaede’s father said, they already had someone waiting for them.
“We are next in line to lead Olor.” Kaede gestured to his broodmates as he spoke. “It’s a complicated situation, but we just learned my aunt and cousin are up to something. I was hoping we’d have more time, before we returned to all the nonsense back home, but we don’t. I’m sorry, Cygne.” Kaede’s pale eyes were filled with remorse.
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