by L. M. Brown
"Cal, I need you to fuck me. Please. Just fuck me." He rested his cheek against Ty's belly and waited.
When he felt the blunt head of Cal's cock at his arse he whimpered. "Cal, please. I need you in me. Need you so badly."
"I will, Jax," Cal promised. "I'm going to fill you so good."
Jax gave another moan and ground against the stiff erection.
Cal eased inside him, showing his usual care for Jax's pleasure.
"That's it," Ty encouraged. "Give our Jax what he wants, Cal."
Jax's heart rate sped up as his body opened up for his mate. "Claim me."
The marks, which had been renewed several times since his lovers had claimed him back on Furyne, had faded once more. With Ty's parents arriving any time, Jax needed to be claimed to feel secure. When he thought about it rationally it seemed silly. His mates had given him every indication the three of them were joined for life, yet he still felt the need to make sure it was clear to everyone else, especially Ty's family.
Ty, seeming to understand the doubts in Jax's mind, set him back a little and fisted his cock. He pumped it until he shot his cream over Jax's chest.
Behind him, Cal continued to fuck him, the new angle hitting Jax at just the right spot. He moaned and clung to his mates as Cal's heat filled him.
"More," Jax begged. "Cal, please, more."
Ty chuckled. "He's already buried in you as far as he can go."
Cal gasped and pointed at their luggage. "Get the phallus, Ty."
Jax gasped at Cal's words. The idea of one of his mates pushing it inside him made him desperately aroused.
Cal pulled out of him and turned him onto his back. He added his cream to Ty's and rubbed it into Jax's chest.
Ty returned with the fake cock and knelt—rather clumsily—beside Cal. "How do you want it?"
Jax opened his legs and Cal rubbed between them.
"He's so wet for us," Cal whispered.
Ty added his finger's to Cal's and slipped one inside Jax. "Oh yes."
Jax clenched around the digit and grabbed Ty and Cal's hands with his own. "Right there, please, touch me there."
His mates fingered him for several minutes before Ty replaced their fingers with the phallus.
Jax moaned. "This is so much better than fucking myself with it."
Ty chuckled. "I don't know about you, Cal, but I quite like the idea of watching Jax fuck himself with this."
Cal nodded. "I agree."
Jax stared at his mates as they both drew away, their hands on their own cocks, leaving him on his back, with his legs spread, and a thick fake cock shoved inside him.
"Go ahead," Cal said. "Don't be shy now. Show us how you used to pleasure yourself with it."
The shame Jax had once felt when he fucked himself with his toy vanished in an instant. It wasn't a sign of his depravity, it was just another method for him to please his mates.
He took the base in a firm grip and eased it the rest of the way inside himself. When he couldn't take any more he drew it out a few inches, before pushing it in again. He repeated the move several times, altering the angle with each thrust until he found the one he needed.
He used his free hand to take hold of one of his breasts, stroking the sensitive flesh and squeezing his nipples. They were already starting to reduce from what they had been when he had given birth, but they were still sensitive enough and large enough to reveal his dual-gendered status to anyone who saw him.
With his eyes closed he continued to play with his nipples. Then he felt other hands on his body, and when he opened his eyes his mates were flanking him.
"Let us take care of those," Cal said as he and Ty bent in unison to lick at each of Jax's breasts, the light touches of their tongues teasing and doing more to arouse him than he would ever have thought possible.
With Ty and Cal lavishing attention on his chest, Jax concentrated on fucking himself. He reached behind his vagina and fingered his stretched arse, before returning to the fake cock. He quickened his pace, loving the smooth, slick way the rod slid in and out of him. He spared a brief moment to regret that it wasn't one of his mate's cocks.
"Ty, I need you in me," Jax said.
"But what if…?"
Jax shook his head. "I'm still breastfeeding. They say a breastfeeding feline can't become pregnant until they stop."
"Is that true?" Cal asked.
"I've heard that," Ty confirmed, "but I don't know how accurate it is."
Jax growled at him. "Ty, I need you."
Too far gone to worry about whether what he said had ever been conclusively proved, Jax pulled the phallus out and urged Ty to take his place between his thighs.
Ty didn't hesitate. "I hope you're right about that, but if not, don't worry. We have lots of servants who'll help with all our babies, however many we have."
Jax nodded. "Claim me, Ty."
He entered him with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Jax grabbed Ty's arse and held him close. He could feel the heat and pulsing of Ty's engorged cock inside him. It was so much more fulfilling than the cold, hard toy. He needed more than a fake phallus shoved up his vagina. He needed the heat and connection of his mate. He craved it almost as much as he did the cream from his lovers' cocks.
In that moment, Jax knew that he was going to be spending a lot of his life pregnant. Maybe not just yet, because he was fairly sure breastfeeding would prevent him becoming pregnant, but later.
He wondered whether Ty felt that same need, or whether it was just him. He wasn't foolish enough to believe all dual-gendered felines embraced their bodies. Everyone had heard the stories of those who spent their entire lives hiding what they were. Ty might not have been one of those, but it didn't necessarily follow that he wanted to spend every fertile cycle of his life with a litter growing in his womb.
The worrying, but fleeting thought crossed his mind that he might be seeking to replace the babies he had lost, but he reminded himself that he knew where they were. It wasn't a question of replacing them, not at all.
He wrapped his legs around Ty and met each of his mate's thrusts with a cry of need. "Claim me, claim me," he repeated. "Ty, claim me now!"
Heat filled him as Ty climaxed and Jax's orgasm followed a moment later. He held Ty inside him, feeling his mate's hard cock soften with every passing second.
He panted and gasped when Ty shifted a fraction of an inch. He trembled and whimpered as his body reacted.
Cal sucked on one of his breasts and Jax cried out as another wave of pleasure rocked him to the core.
He was barely over his second climax when Ty moved again and shivers of desire shook his body. He didn't know how much more he could take. How many times could his lovers bring him to orgasm without him spilling his cream?
During his first pregnancy and in the months that followed the birth, Jax had discovered that while his female hormones were dominant he couldn't spill his cream without direct stimulation of his cock or his prostate. With neither of his lovers in his arse and no one touching his cock, Jax was well aware that he could come again and again without spilling. He wondered whether his mates had figured that out yet. He suspected Ty would know soon enough, if he didn't already. If not, Jax would be sure to make certain he did before much longer.
"I need more." Jax whimpered as Ty's heat filled him again.
"How much more?" Cal whispered in his ear before reaching between Jax's legs and rubbing the spot where Jax and Ty were joined.
Jax glanced at Cal's cock. They hadn't mentioned the possibility since their first night together, but it had always lingered somewhere at the back of Jax's mind.
They would have to change their position. Jax was already running through the dynamics in his head.
"Jax?" Cal asked. "What is it?"
"I want you in me," Jax replied, his voice a husky whisper he barely recognised as his own. "Both of you."
Ty moaned while Cal stared at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
; Jax eased himself up and guided Ty onto his back. He maintained their connection, straddling him and rocking steadily.
Cal ran a finger down the crack of Jax's arse, and fingered his hole.
Jax shook his head. "Not this time, Cal. Not there."
"Are you sure?" Cal asked.
"Yes, very." If he'd made the admission to anyone else, Jax would have been scared, mortified even, but he had no hesitation in voicing his desires to Ty and Cal. They wouldn't judge him. As long as it was in their power to do so, they would give him what he needed.
"On the sofa," Ty suggested. "I'll sit on there, you ride my cock, and Cal can take you from behind."
Jax climbed off Ty and helped him to his feet. He followed him to the couch, and once Ty had made himself comfortable, Jax carefully lowered himself onto Ty's cock. His lover held him steady and Jax glanced over his shoulder at Cal.
His other mate was slicking his cock with oil, and once again Jax was touched by the care his lovers showed for his comfort.
Cal entered him with his fingers first, slipping them in beside Ty's cock, exploring him and stretching him with careful precision.
Jax moaned at each extra digit Cal slipped inside him. He rocked on Ty's cock, his own erection rubbing against Ty's belly.
Then Cal gave Jax what he craved so much.
Slowly, almost too slowly, Cal replaced his fingers with the head of his cock.
Ty moaned beneath him, and Jax could barely contain his excitement. He savoured the sensation of Cal sliding into him, alongside Ty.
His two mates were both within him and Jax knew this was only the first time. He was almost beside himself with the anticipation of what was to come.
"Fuck me, Cal," Jax begged. "I want you to fill me with your heat."
"Do it," Ty said. "Let me feel you spill inside Jax, while I'm still inside him."
At Ty's words, Jax clenched around their cocks. He took hold of his own and gave it a quick stroke. He was hard and aching, a clear sign, if his lovers needed one, that he was enjoying this as much as anything else they had done together.
Cal moved slowly at first, then he quickened his pace at the sounds of encouragement from Jax and Ty.
Jax closed his eyes and threw his head back as he fisted his cock. He had never felt anything as intense and he wasn't sure he ever would again. Feeling his two lovers inside him like this, for the first time, was a moment he wanted to treasure for the rest of his life.
Heat filled him as Cal cried out behind him. Then a second scream came from Ty, followed by another pulsing rush of heat.
Jax climaxed, his cream spilling over Ty's growing breasts.
Held between his lovers, the three of them joined, Jax wished they could stay like that forever. It was an impossible and impractical dream, but he cherished it for a few moments longer anyway.
*****
Ty and Cal took a quick shower while Jax cleaned up as best he could without one. Showering so soon after being claimed would remove all trace of the marks and that was the last thing he wanted. When Ty's parents arrived—any moment now—he wanted them to know that their son still owned him, and he wouldn't be handing him back into the custody of his uncle.
He smiled at Ty as his mate wrapped the toga around him. Of course Ty's parents might be rather distracted by their son's condition, and not inclined to worry about his mates.
Blanche stuck her head in the door. "They're just coming up to the nest now. Are you ready?"
"We'll be there in a moment," Ty replied as he picked up one of his sons from the wheeled crib Blanche had been walking them in.
Jax took the other into his arms and when Cal appeared, hurriedly tying his kilt, he made a beeline for their daughter.
"Are we good?" Jax asked. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered like crazy. He wasn't sure he had ever been so nervous.
Ty grinned at him and sniffed at his neck. "We're perfect, now let's go introduce these three little ones to their grandma and grandpa."
Ty's parents entered the reception room from the opposite side to their little family.
"Hello, Mother," Ty said with a bright smile. Jax could hear the slight waver in his voice.
Demi stared at Ty, absolutely speechless.
Ty's father, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised at all. Or maybe he was focusing on the babies and hadn't yet noticed his son's own advanced pregnancy. He crossed over to Ty and took the baby from his arms. "And who is this little one?"
"We've not decided on names yet," Cal explained.
"You haven't? How old are they?"
"Eleven weeks," Ty said.
"And you're how far along?"
So he had noticed.
"Almost five months," Ty replied with a smile as he rested his hand on his belly.
His father made a noise that sounded like it might’ve been amusement. "You're going to be very busy very soon, then."
"I know, but it's what we wanted," Ty said as he gave Jax and Cal a warm smile. "Isn't it?"
"It is," Cal agreed while Jax nodded.
"Do you know who the father is?" Ty's father asked with a nod to Ty's stomach.
"Jax."
"You sound very sure about that."
"We made sure Jax would be the father of my first litter," Ty explained. "I know you and Mother don't like the idea of my carrying my own babies, but I assure you, we made sure that our babies' markings will be true and strong."
Ty's mother finally recovered enough to voice her opinion. "You do realise that becoming pregnant while your lover is already carrying means we'll never be able to convince everyone that he was the one to birth both litters?"
"I have no intention of trying to engineer such a deception," Ty snapped. "Nor do I intend this to be the only litter I carry. Our people on Furyne will see me like this sooner or later."
"But you have a dual-gendered mate."
Ty glared at his mother. "Jax is my mate, not a breeding vessel. While we haven't talked that much about future litters, he is well aware that I have no intention of using him in such a manner."
Jax leaned close to Ty, who put his arm around his shoulder. "I would be happy to carry a litter for you, and for Cal."
"I know, but you don't have to, and you can change your mind about that at any time."
"Thank you."
Ty kissed him on the lips and smiled over at Cal. "I promise, the next litter I carry will be yours."
Cal grinned back at them. "I know, and I look forward to that day."
Ty's mother gave a low growl, startling everyone in the room. "You'll have to go into seclusion during your pregnancies, and we'll have to hope that the markings of the babies in each litter don't reveal the truth."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Mother," Ty snapped. "I'm not going to hide myself away for months every time I'm pregnant."
"You cannot let the public know what you are."
Ty snarled at his mother and shook his head. "Cal, Jax, let's go pack our belongings. We're going home."
"What?" Ty's mother stared at him as though she couldn't believe her ears. "But what if we arrive back on Furyne before you give birth?"
"I hope we do," Ty replied.
"But people will see."
"Yes, Mother. Exactly!"
Ty reached to take his son back from his father, but the older feline shook his head. "You go fetch your belongings. I'll just keep hold of this little one for you. Demi, you might like to take one of your other grandchildren to free up their paws."
"These are not our grandchildren," Demi reminded him, though she took the female from Cal and sat down on a seat. "Before you forget that Ty's condition and stubbornness are not our only problems right now."
Jax kept hold of the last of his babies as the words sank in. No, they still had his uncle and Lyndon to deal with. He wondered if they had journeyed to Falcair, too. He wasn't sure whether to hope they had, to get the confrontation over with, or hope to put it off for another month.
*****
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Cal took a seat on the flight deck of the ship. He held his son in his arms. The baby had been crying constantly for the last few hours, so he had brought him here so he wouldn't disturb his siblings and Ty and Jax.
Blanche joined him. Her avian mate, Valor, hadn't hesitated to grant her request to go off-world with Jax and visit Furyne. She was travelling with one of the other nest members, a quiet young falcon named Brak, who seemed very fond of her. Blanche had been invaluable in helping with the babies, and making sure Jax and his lovers got plenty of rest. Ty in particular needed more sleep than usual, and between them, they made sure he got it.
Furyne appeared in the distance. All too soon they would be landing and Cal had no doubt Orin and Lyndon would be waiting for them.
Ty had spent some time talking with his father about the contract he had foolishly signed without thinking of the consequences. Cal had no idea whether they had come up with a solution to the problem. He hoped so, because the thought of Lyndon joining their household made his fur stand on end.
Almost as though his thoughts had summoned him, Ty's father appeared. He patted Cal on the shoulder, a paternal gesture that took Cal a little by surprise. He had known Timon as long as he had known Ty, but the feline had never touched him before.
"You seem to care for the litter as much as Jax and Ty do," Timon commented.
Cal frowned at the implication that he wouldn't. "I do."
"But they aren't your babies."
"They aren't Ty's either." Cal wondered where this conversation was going.
"Well, Ty has always had a fondness for newborn felines, ever since he understood what he was."
"How do you know that I haven't?" Cal asked.
Timon inclined his head in acknowledgement of his reply. "Ty carries Jax's litter. The babe in your arms was fathered on Jax by a feline who is not part of your…"
"Relationship," Cal supplied. In the avian world what they shared together would be called a nest, but the felines had no such word for relationships with more than two mates.
"You truly believe that Lyndon is the father of this litter?"
