Surprised she gazed at Kellam.
Amused, he chuckled. “That was not you. It was me.”
“Jerk,” she said swatting at him.
He dried himself with his own towel, laughing at his own joke.
“A comedian,” she groused. “Of all the gebeds in the galaxy I get a comedian.”
“You know you love it,” he replied in between kisses.
Taking the towel out of her hand, Kellam led her into the bedroom. The door hissed shut, announcing Feran's arrival. Though he wore an expression of serene calm, you sensed it was only a mask.
“What is the matter?” he asked Feran. Sitting on the edge of the extra-large bed, he pulled Zisa close.
“It seems there was a mix-up in our reservations. We have the room for only one night,” he explained speaking in a Retayan dialect.
Originally born in a clan in the desert, he rediscovered his roots and integrated their ways into his nature. Now when angry, he spoke in their ancient tongue.
Zisa strolled to him. He sat in a chair with his eyes closed. She felt his anger and frustration. Then suddenly she heard his thoughts in her mind reciting a calming meditation. Amazed she grasped his hands and knelt before him. She planted a delicate kiss on his lips.
The healer was right. She felt his pain, his emotions. It was powerful.
He opened his eyes. They were as beautiful as ever.
“You smell like purshii fruit,” he whispered.
“You like?” She leaned in and kissed him once again.
“Yes,” he replied eying her pert nipples.
“There's a whole bottle of it in there for when you decide to take a bath with me.”
He leaned forward and latched his mouth onto her pert nipples. Bolts of pleasure rushed to her brain. She whimpered and glanced down at the wetness that spurted between her legs.
“I love you Zisa Jurah-Vachel,” he said pulling her into his lap.
She wrapped her legs around his hips allowing her mound to rest upon his.
“I love you Feran Jurah.”
“I'm going to take a shower,” he said abruptly moving her aside.
“So much for that moment,” she sighed warily.
****
Zisa climbed into the bed with Kellam. He pulled her into a searing kiss catching her breath in her chest. He traced her chin and neck with his tongue nipping and biting along the way. White heat pulsed through her body causing her to quake and moan. She gazed into Kellam's eyes as he lay atop her. His giant framed dwarfed her, yet she felt protected and loved.
“I have dreamed of this,” he said wantonly.
“You may have me. All of me,” she said squeaking as he suckled her nipples.
His warm tongue circled the tip then he closed his lips over them tugging at them firmly. They hardened, she moaned and bent knees.
Her legs splayed outward. She was ready.
“Are you sure you want to have us together?” he asked short of breath.
“Yes,” she replied.
She groaned as he kissed his way down her torso. His skilled tongue licked her labia causing her to pant. Slowly he latched on to her clit, her hips bucked. His callous hands grabbed hold of her thighs and held her legs apart. His mouth dove into her ravenously causing her to keen with delight.
Coming out of her haze of delight, Zisa opened her eyes to find Feran staring at her. They were constricted and filled with desire. She gazed at him aroused even more by his chiseled physique still wet from the shower. A streak of pleasure shot through her body as Kellam licked her wet center.
“Save some for me,” Feran said smoothly as Kellam growled.
The mattress moved and creaked as the two changed places. Cool air rushed to her mound, she cooed. Her body tingled. She groaned deep within her chest as Feran licked her like a lollipop. He licked from top to bottom causing her to the comforter. His tongue explored her thoroughly lapping her flowing juices. She wailed and shook her head as he tried to insert his tongue into her secure hole.
Her mind was going. The pleasure was overwhelming. He held her hips in place and continued sending her into a frenzy.
“Delicious,” Kellam contends in between kisses. “Quite the delicacy.”
His neatly trimmed beard sparkled with her moisture.
“Are you ready?” Feran asked lifting up from her center. His goatee and lips shined. She was happy that he wore her like a good meal.
Aroused more than she could ever imagine, she nodded, unable to speak. She wanted them inside of her, she needed them.
“She's so delicate,” Feran contended at her side. His mahogany colored eyes studied her. He like Kellam refused to touch her once he discovered her virginity when they dated. Still now, he is concerned for her honor, “Are you certain?”
Frustrated and on fire, she pulled him close. She pressed her lips to his. His tongue snaked into his mouth. She whimpered feeling even hotter.
How did they do this to me? She wondered releasing him.
“May I—?” Feran asked inches away from her, “have your virginity as well?”
“Yes,” she said kissing him once again.
Moving aside Kellam climbed atop her and kissed her. He spread her legs and positioned himself as she stared at his chest rubbing and caressing his solid muscles. His rigid cock rubbed her soaked mound. His size was incredible. It felt like an enormous slick pipe grinding her clit.
Will he fit?
“Love, you will stretch,” Feran said stroking her hair. She lovingly responded to his kiss.
She gasped feeling the first thrust of Kellam's hips. Her heart raced.
“Relax. You will be fine,” Feran soothed.
She wanted to close her legs but his massive physique made that impossible. Kellam tried again, this time harder. Her hymen held fast. Her body quaked with each hefty thrust. She gripped Feran's hand and grimaced feeling Kellam's cock probe her entrance.
Little one, I love you. Kellam grunted into her mind as he pushed once again. Closing her eyes, a tear ran down her cheek as a sharp pain ran through her. Pushing gently but with a bit of force, she felt herself give way. She heard and felt the snap. Penetrated her partially by his large penis, she whimpered.
Suddenly one became two. She now shared herself physically with another person. Kellam remained still. The pressure from his cock was both enormous and exhilarating.
“She is too tight,” he panted pulling out of her.
Through their shared bond, she sensed his torture. It took all the training he had to hold himself back. She wiped the tear on her cheeks. Sore, she was happy and in love.
Feran mounted her. Eye to eye he whispered, “Do you want us to stop?”
“No,” she replied softly.
“I love you. Hold on to me,” he said before kissing her.
She grabbed hold of his waist. His rigid cock rested on the outside of her mound. His long, meaty was narrow and extremely hard. He wet himself with the juices from her and Kellam and placed his tip at her entrance.
“Unnnngggghhhhh,” she panted as he sheathed himself in one stroke.
Something tore inside of her. Feran thrust in and out of her with long strokes. He groaned as he leaned forward, the weight of his body, pushed her into the mattress. He rode her hard, hollowing her.
Her muscles unfamiliar with him, spasmed and twitched. She clenched him thrusting her hips upwards.
“Spirit of the Knowing,” he murmured in the clan dialect, “I cannot hold out.”
Thrusting more rapidly, her body shook. She moaned feeling every inch of him inside of her. His iron-like tip rammed her cervix mercilessly, causing delicious pleasure and pain.
Her tightly coiled desire snapped. “Ahhhhhhhhh!!” she screamed her climax.
Suddenly becoming rigid, he tensed and craned his back upward. Liquid heat poured inside of her.
“I can feel you,” she moaned.
He puffed and finished. Leaning forward he kissed dew covered face. She sat up
as he moved aside. She noticed crimson flecks on his semi-rigid organ. She looked at Kellam. She could tell he wanted more.
“Come my love,” she said reaching out to him.
She spread her legs as he mounted her. He slid into her, but his girth caused her to
cramp. Her nails sank into his back, causing him to grunt his concern. He sank deep penetrating her to the hilt before stopping. She clung to him as he moved in and out of her slowly. She moaned tortured and delighted by the stretch. With each thrust his speed increased, she loved every bone-jarring plunge.
She bounced as his powerful hips bore his penis deep into her. Suddenly his thrusts became shorter. He titled her hips to him and held her close. Round and round his hips
went.
“Unnnnhhhhhh!” she screamed. Her climaxing wiping away her strength.
Bucking underneath him, she squeezed, without warning he exploded inside
of her. His hot semen flowed into her, coating her insides. It was thick and sticky.
“Kel!! Yes!!" she cried, his seed warming her.
He collapsed onto her. Quietly she sobbed. The connection had with them was stronger than ever. She loved them so much.
Kellam stirred, “Little one I did not mean to hurt you.”
“I'm fine,” she sputtered, “I just love you two so much.”
He kissed her. “I love you so.”
He moved aside so Feran could embrace her. Sore and exhausted, they collapsed on either side of her and fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
“Zisa,” a voice said softly in her ear.
She stirred.
“Yes?” she replied with closed eyes.
“Can you walk?”
The comfort of the thick covers enveloped her. Warm and cozy she did not want to move. She slept better than she ever had. It was as if she lived in perfection. But was it all a dream?
“Heart of mine,” Feran said caressing her fleshy hip. “Can you walk?”
Walk? She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was two in the morning. Suddenly it all came back to her. She was on her honeymoon with the men she loved. She shifted her legs and winced.
Pain courtesy of the two very large men she loved.
“No. Not really.”
She wiggled her hips and legs they were like pudding.
“I will carry you,” he said with a kiss.
“That won't be necessary,” she said as he stood up lifting her off the bed.
“Hush. I insist.”
She wrapped her arms around Feran, holding him tightly. She knew he would not drop her but she cherished his touch.
“Where's Kellam?”
As if on cue, he walked out of the lavare a soapy fragrance lingered on him. He paused to greet her with a kiss. His damp mane grazed her skin.
“The cleaning mechans will be here shortly. They say it will take a manner of minutes to re-sheet the bed,” he informed.
She looked down at his waist. The band from his sleep pants barely clung to his narrow muscular waist.
“Are you all right?”
“I am fine my love,” she said clasping his hands. They dwarfed hers just like every
other part of him. With so much power, he remained gentle in action and spirit.
“I am hungry and I'm ready for more,” she purred.
“First we clean, then we eat,” he said before sucking her lower lip, “then we play. Feran you know what to do.”
She yelped as Feran slung her over his shoulder. As they walked toward the lavare, she stared at the bed curiously eying the patch of dried blood.
****
Zisa stared at Feran's ridged abdomen. It was a work of art. His rich ochre clay colored skin enticed her. It begged to be licked. Instead, she closed her eyes, deciding to remain latched on to his long stiff penis. She let go of the rod with a kiss and mouthed his sac acclimating herself to his distinctive taste.
She reveled at his shallow breathing knowing that she was the cause of his pleasure. She returned her attention to his shaft, pre-cum drizzled down its length. She lapped the bitter, salty mixture smearing it on her lips and chin.
“Take me in your mouth,” he whispered.
She obliged hollowing her mouth and sinking as low as possible without gagging. She moved up and down, deep throating him. His moan of pleasure rumbled deep in his chest as his hands intertwined her hair. She knew he was almost there. He sent his arousal through their shared bond causing her and Kellam to groan.
He was close. She pulled away. The floor creaked underneath her. Kellam approached.
“Don't stop,” Feran pleaded
“The doyen,” she replied.
She turned, faced Kellam’s engorged, and purple veined penis. The meaty shaft had given her pleasure and pain. She was determined to return the favor. She took the shaft into her mouth bobbing up and down giving pressure with her tongue. Her jaw ached from the strain, as her swallowed. Pulling away and sucking the juicy tip, she stood and faced him.
“Make love to me.”
Zisa lay with her back against the headboard and her knees bent and legs apart.
“Unnnhhhh,” she grunted.
His deep penetration caused an ache in her center. She loved it. He moaned as he thrust into her. He paused then exited.
“I need more,” he said and yanked her down to the center of the bed.
She knew what he had in mind. He wanted to open her up, so he could fit all of himself into her.
“Open fully and relax,” he said with barely contained patience.
His meaty tip probed her opening. Then he sank. She wailed. He exited her with one long stroke and plunged again.
Gods! Yes! It feels good! Her body shook.
Her mound stretched to capacity, she wondered. What have I gotten myself into?
Pleasure consumed her brain as he changed angle and struck her clit. His thrusts became stronger and shorter. His sweaty torso ground against hers rubbing his musky scent onto her. She clung to him feeling loved and protected.
Heart of mine. Feran projected nudging at her conscience.
She lowered her mental shield and connected with him. Feeling the power of Kellam's thrusts, he swore and broke away. She raised her hips to meet him with each thrust.
“Gods Zisa,” he uttered losing his precious control.
Tears of pleasure streamed from her eyes as they grunted in unison with each thrust. Kellam slammed into her, grinding her into the bed. Suddenly her arms flew over her
head, pinned down by an unknown force, he rode her to completion. Her body swayed with his as he ground desperately whacked her cervix.
“Unh, unh, unh,” she panted. “I'm gonna come!”
She wrapped her legs around his bouncing ass wedging his enormous cock in her center. She clenched and groaned writhing wildly. Kellam growled above her. His cock exploded inside shooting his hot load into her tight center.
She whimpered feeling him, saturate her insides, filling her with his seed. She came again and squeezed.
“Gods, she’s milking me,” Kellam cried above her.
He tried to pull away but her muscles would not relent until he was empty. Spent and slack, her muscles released their grip, allowing his limp penis to slide out.
Sated, she wiggled her hips feeling his cum inside her. She was full. She did not think she could handle more. But Feran waited. He kissed and mounted her, and slid easily inside.
“Mmmmm,” he said as his mind connected with hers.
You are still tight. I like it.
Yes baby, she in toned back moving her hips in time with his.
I feel his seed, Feran projected circling his hips. Do you want more?
Yes
“Eeeep,” she cried out as his cock stabbed her. “Please no.”
Feran stopped and craned down to gloat. “I am in charge.”
She and the bed shook as his skilled hips pistoned her. She swore in every language
; she knew as pleasure assaulted her mind. She climaxed in no time squeezing him tight. He swore in the Retayan and pulled out of her. Beads of sweat littered his brow.
She stared at him. Her eyes were wide like saucers. Was he upset?
“I'll get you for that,” he mouthed silently.
“Sorry,” she replied.
He caressed her cheek reassuring her, that it was all a game. He flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her onto her hands and knees. She relaxed as he penetrated her deeply and rammed. He grasped her hips and swollen bottom. The bed creaked and groaned. Her body swayed with his, connected fully with Feran barely able to move in or out. Just circling, the friction drew him to completion. His hands tilted her hips as his body stiffened and held her in place. Guttural moans erupt from his chest as his hot wet sperm seeped into her womb. It stretched to accommodate more sperm, she wailed with delight.
Feran collapsed atop her panting. His sweet scent mixed with Kellam's marking her as theirs.
Chapter Eight
Zisa watched as her two life-mates bickered. Dressed in sleep pants, they argue over what to do next. The morning sun streamed into their elegant yet cluttered room. Clothes and dirty towels were strewn across the floor. The night had been filled with fucking. She was sore but happy. But now it was time to go or so their reservations had stated.
But where would they go? To the sanctuary? She had no desire to screw inside of a place surrounded by so many empaths. They continued their heated discussion.
Annoyed, she folded her arms and once again attempted to stand and dress. Sunlight streamed into the room, and she was ready to get dressed. She stood and turned toward the lavare.
“No Zisa, sit,” Feran ordered.
“But!”
“Do as I say!” he demanded.
She sat back on the bed. Angry she complied not wanting to add to the miasma. Surely, they could not be angry over sleeping arrangements. She wondered if something else simmered beneath the surface.
“We shall remain here. They will allow us to stay,” Kellam contended.
A sharp edge lingered in his tone. She had never heard him speak to Feran that way before. Undaunted, Feran continued.
“How will that happen? By bending their will? You know that is wrong!”
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