“I intend to reason with them,” Kellam said putting on his outer tunic.
“I have seen your methods, “Feran growled, “they linger on the edge.”
Kellam blue-green eyes flashed and darkened. He approached Feran.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I question your tactics,” he replied.
Their shared bond hummed. Zisa shuttered as anger shot through them.
“Please stop,” she said jumping between them. “Don't do this. We are supposed to be happy. This is our honeymoon.”
With their gazes locked, neither man responded. She had to diffuse the situation. She thought quickly.
“Kellam, I am cold. There is a chill. Please—”
“I will make you a fire,” he said stroking her hair, still eying Feran.
“Please now,” she requested shivering.
His calloused hands rubbed her arms. The goosebumps on them added credence to her story. Yes she was cold but not because of the air.
“You are cold,” he said his voice softening.
He walked toward the fireplace. She grasped Feran's hand. He stared at Kellam.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“Then would you get me something to eat? I am hungry.”
His expression softened. “I forgot you did not have breakfast. I will call for the mechan.”
“No could you go to the kitchen and order it yourself? I am quite thirsty and would like some Jova Berry Juice.”
“Alright,” he said putting on his tunic. “I will be back shortly.”
The door closed behind her. She sighed. Tragedy averted. Kellam walked toward her.
“The igniter is malfunctioning. We need to have it repaired.”
Zisa folded her arms and crossed her legs. “Oh,” she said shivering.
Her breasts bulged over her arms. Kellam reached out his arm, calling a robe to his hand. He placed it over her.
“I will have a mechan look at it. I will be back shortly.”
Out the door, she was alone and relieved. She sighed and collapsed onto the chair.
“A lifetime of this?” she shook her head.
She stood and hurried throwing on Kellam's tunic. She scurried over to the Tele-link.
“Front desk,” she said peering over her shoulder.
She hoped to have everything straightened out before their return.
****
Zisa made her way past the empty plates and cups as she strolled towards her husbands.
“Stop,” Kellam whispered. “Now turn slowly.”
She obliged showing her plump rear to him.
“Come closer,” he directed.
She smiled and coyly chewed her bottom lip as she approached Kellam and Feran who lay on the floor near the fireplace. The embers crackled the fire consumes it, the slow burning fuel. The two rested upon the comforter that was once on the bed as light danced s on their toned physiques as she neared them on wobbly legs. Goosebumps littered her skin from the surrounding cool air.
She could they regarded her with satisfaction.
“Can you handle more?” Kellam asked.
The question was rhetorical because was in this bond lovemaking was not an option. They had remarkable stamina. Tired of the bed, they decided to have sex on the floor. The argument about where to stay long behind them once she told them that the mix-up had been settled. No more words were said afterward.
Waves of delicate pressure caressed her body as they used their minds to knead her skin. They craved her and she them. Feran stroked his rigid shaft.
“Seed leaks from your womb,” Feran said holding out his hand, “Come.”
She touched the sticky fluid on her inner thigh. She spread their warm cream on her skin then lifted her fingers to her mouth. Licking them, she eyed her men.
She lowered herself into Feran's arms. Her mouth latched onto his, her tongue tousled with his. Kel pulled her away, his strong grasp causing a little discomfort.
He claimed her mouth in one movement.
She moaned in between kisses. His toasty body was a welcome change from the
cool air.
“You know I have to make love to you.” His hot breath moistened her neck. “I cannot control myself.”
Feran's chest pressed against her back. “Too tight,” he said whispering in the crook of her neck.
Is he nuts? Didn't they take care of that like an hour ago?
She frowned and attempted to push away. Kellam thwarted her attempts.
“I am in charge,” he said to her and then flashed a look at Feran. “You listen to me.” She nodded in wholehearted agreement.
“We must loosen you,” Feran stated moving more aggressively. His strong hands gripped her waist. His mind touched hers. Suddenly all of Feran' love and arousal flooded her conscience at once.
My love, she moaned.
His muscular arms held her tighter. “Shhh.”
Kellam's touch is more forceful. His mind surrounded hers like a thick fog in the morning. She leaned forward, wanting to taste him. Tongue to tongue, they met. Feran’s hand clasped her hips as his fingers dove into her center. She cried out with pleasure. He nipped her back growling with satisfaction.
Kellam's lips seized her breast. Both men tug at her wanting her fully.
She is mine.
Kellam blue-green eyes regarded her with hunger to the point of desperation. Feran’s fingers continued to explore her center causing her to wail and writhe. Kellam marked with his mouth, bruising her neck and chest.
I will have her, Feran asserted.
Zisa's heart skipped a beat. Couldn't they see that they already had her? Kellam gripped her torso, powerful arms pulled she and Feran close as he clung to her hips. Sweaty bodies sandwiched her. Rigid cocks rubbed her legs, slicking them with more moisture. She was ready. She was desperate to have them inside her. She hoped they would not contend for her again. Every time they did, their behavior became rougher more aggressive.
She didn't know if it was a game or for real. Feran's fingers slid out of her. He attempted to pull away. His need to mount her was evident. The unseen power of Kellam's mind held him in place. As a full-blown master, he was more powerful than the two.
Mine, he warned.
She sensed he was not only referring to her. His desire inundated her.
Mine, Feran threatened.
Kellam paused. His expression hardened. Feran took advantage of Kellam's lapse, rolled onto his back, and slid Zisa onto his waiting cock. Her mind exploded with pleasure. She rode him like a new skiff. His rigid penis jabbed her insides, she groaned his name begging for more. She leaned forward to reposition, causing Feran to snarls. Panting in unison, their breaths echoed in the room. Up and down, she fell onto his luscious shaft circling her hips.
She leaned forward and backward as Feran fondled her breasts. He thrusted into her
causing her to mewl with delight. Kellam gripped her hair, his tongue snaked into her mouth. He pushed her forward, her chest touched Feran's. Her legs straddle his hips, causing his rigid cock to wedge inside of her.
Waves of power flowed out Kellam's mind as Feran's knees are forced to the floor. Even if she wanted to, she could not move. Her vaginal muscles slackened as his tip probed her occupied entrance. His hand clutched her, holding her. She puffed as he penetrated her, sinking causing she and Feran to cry out with pleasure and pain.
Kellam's length crushed Feran in her tight interior. She stretched accommodating both men. Two become three. Strained breaths are exchanged by all but the Kellam.
“There is no—ah!” Feran's body quaked along with her as Kellam's powerful hips took
control.
His sturdy body dwarfed Feran's. She whimpers with delight and pain.
It was wonderful and awful. They stretched her.
The world moved around her as Feran manipulated the Knowing, Kellam slowly exited her. Kellam slid back in with crushing force. Feran
swore in the Retayan clan dialect. She and he shuddered under Kellam's power.
Kellam paused and grabbed her hair craning her backwards. “Little One, I know what you did this morning,” he growled.
Her dripping mound ached. She swallowed her throat suddenly dry.
“I do not appreciate you undermining my wishes. You are mine. I am in control here,” his hot breath beaded against her face.
His displeasure radiated outward. Feran's breath staggered underneath her.
“Yes doyen,” she acquiesced. He was master.
“Don't ever do that again.”
“I won't,” she said.
“Who do you belong to?” Kellam demanded pounded, fucking them both.
She wiggled her hips erotically. “You doyen.”
Kellam tilted her pelvis just so.
“Unnnnggggghh,” she grunted.
“My love, my family,” he said hoarse.
Feran swore threw gritted teeth. His cock swelled inside of her. He was close but desperately tried to hold out.
“No. You both belong to me. My love, my family,” Kellam stated once again.
His hard cock slid around minutely and ground into Feran's. The senior gebed's face
contorted in anguish.
“Who do you belong to?” Kellam demanded challenging Feran directly.
“You master,” Feran said his face covered in sweat.
It was an open admonition of an established fact. Kellam craned down and kissed him tenderly. He then kissed Zisa. Feran's shallow breathes beneath her told Zisa he was on the edge. Both of their cocks were swollen and thick as Kellam slammed into her. Wet slapping noises filled the air.
Feran moaned on continuously and spread his legs. Kellam tongued him lasciviously. “I love you,” he whispered to Feran.
“And I you,” he returned caressing Kellam's cheek.
The coil inside Zisa bunched and tightened.
“Doyen!” she cried and craned her back upward like bent plastic.
He captured her mouth in one movement and cupped her breast. He pounded her cervix making her hips buck.
I love you Zisa, very much, he sent.
She keened her response. The tip of his cock probes the opening of her cervix. She huffed as her muscles clenched.
“Unnnggghhhhhhh.” She gripped them tightly.
Feran's raised his hips as he pumped his release. His white heat poured into her. She wailed loudly, once again causing Kellam to lose control. Thrusting wildly, his cock swelled, causing him to jerk twice before exploding inside of her. Her muscles twitched and spasm accepting their heavy loads. Filled to capacity, semen spurted out of her.
Exhausted she collapsed on to Feran's chest. Sated Kellam lay on top of her. Their sticky seed squished inside of her as their penises withered.
Kellam exited her leaving coldness in his wake. Guiding her off Feran, he covered them with a blanket and drew them close. They intertwined their legs together giving into their exhaustion.
A girl could really get use to this, she sent bushed.
Her life-mates chuckled. She knew was going to ache, but decided to worry about that later. Surrounded by true love, she fell asleep.
The End
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