by Lili Zander
Last night, they brought me to climax. Now, it’s time for me to give them the same pleasure they gave me. “My turn,” I announce. Smiling at their quizzical looks, I kneel between them. Cupping water in my hands, I rinse Thrax’s cock and then Zorux’s. By the time I’m done, both erections seem to have grown longer. My small hands barely wrap around them, and I have no idea how my mouth will fit them in, but I’m ready to do my best. Darting my head down, I flick my tongue along Zorux’s hard rod.
A harsh intake of breath encourages me. I engulf the tip, swirling my tongue around him, enjoying his smoky taste. My right-hand twists gently around Zorux’s length as I caress Thrax’s cock with my left. Both men groan, and my insides tighten at their obvious pleasure.
“Ryanna,” Zorux rasps. “Sweet one, you must stop now, or else…” His voice trails off.
Tempted as I am to watch Zorux’s control unravel, I don’t want to neglect Thrax. Giving Zorux one last lick, I pull my mouth off his cock and turn to Thrax, enveloping his head in my mouth.
“Oh, little human,” the normally chatty Draekon grinds out. The raw heat in his tone causes my pussy to throb, but I’m too focused on their pleasure to care for my own need. I tighten my lips around the head of his cock and hum.
“Bast,” Thrax curses, his hips jerking forward. I turn my head and give Zorux the same treatment. I alternate between them, my hands pumping faster as they get closer. My nipples are swollen and sensitive, and I’m sopping wet between my legs—and not just from kneeling in the stream.
“Stop. Our turn.” Zorux puts an arm on my shoulder before either of them can climax. He draws me to my feet, then sinks to his knees. Thrax wraps his arms around me just in time—the instant Surly Draekon puts his mouth on me, my knees forget to work.
“Oh God,” I gasp as Zorux drags his tongue through my folds. He spreads my pussy lips and licks my slit, before focusing on my clitoris. He slides two fingers into my core, twisting them around until he finds my g-spot.
All I can do is whimper, mindless with pleasure, and writhe in Thrax’s arms. “Please,” I grip Zorux’s shoulders. “I want you inside me.” A little penetration can’t hurt, right? As long as the guys don’t claim me together.
“Ryanna, are you sure?”
“Oh yes.” If someone doesn’t stick their dick in me soon, I’m going to scream, no matter how many crimson wolf-kangaroos I might attract. “I’m just not ready for both of you at once.”
Zorux wastes no time carrying me to the bank. Thrax follows, cock in hand. I gulp as I face his massive erection. Will that even fit in me?
“Relax,” he breathes. “I will prepare you.” He props my feet on his shoulders and bends his head toward my pussy.
Turns out ‘preparing’ me is Draekon for ‘lick you to climax… two or three times.’
You’re not going to hear me protest.
My fingers claw the ground as Thrax’s tongue does its magic. His fingers pump in and out of my pussy, readying me for the thick cock that’s sure to follow. Zorux strokes my hair and body, paying particular attention to my breasts.
By orgasm three, I lie limp in Zorux’s lap, my thoughts float somewhere above my body. Thrax rises to his feet, his expression satisfied. “Spread your legs for me, sweet one.” His voice is hoarse and ragged.
I’m more than ready for him. I spread wide, exposing myself to his heated gaze. “Ryanna,” he breathes as he sinks into me. My eyes roll back in my head. So good. A fresh wave of desire surges over me as Thrax’s hard cock fills every bit of me. I tuck my arms and legs around him, holding him as close as I can. I don’t want to let him move. I want this moment to last forever.
Then he begins to thrust, and I lose all grip on reality. My pussy, primed by the men’s touch and my many orgasms, contracts around Thrax’s giant member. Every bit of me is stimulated, inside and out. Orgasm four rolls into number five… or is it six? When I toss my head back and cry out, Thrax loses it, ramming hard into me before pulling out, his cum splattering me.
“You need to wash again, Ryanna.”
I let out a weak laugh. Thrax bounds off to the stream to wet a cloth, and he wipes me off, his caress tender.
Call me insatiable, because that’s what I am. But Zorux still hasn’t come, and that really doesn’t seem right. He’s lying beside me, trailing his fingers up and down my back. I roll to face him and reach between his legs. His cock is as hard as the rock I’m lying on.
“It’s all right, sweet one. You do not have to pleasure me if you are tired.”
“I’m not tired.” The sight of Zorux’s thick length sends a happy spasm through me. I rise up and straddle him, sinking down onto him slowly, my muscles quivering around his shaft.
He gazes deep into my eyes as I rise and fall on his beautiful cock. “Ryanna,” he groans. “Ah, sweet one. You are so beautiful.” His fingers brush the hair back from my face, and though his face is clenched with desire, his touch is gentle. That’s when I give him a new nickname. In this moment, in our own private world, he is Sweet Draekon.
Until his cock hits just the right spot deep, deep inside of me, and I shatter. “Oh my God, oh my God,” I whimper as I explode, my nails digging into his biceps. This is so impossibly good. Every nerve in my body is alive. Aflame.
With a growl, he flips me over, his hips pinning me to the ground. I open my legs wide to welcome him, and he slides into me, planting a hand on the ground as he thrusts deep. The other grabs my hip, pulling me toward his forceful thrusts. The movement rubs me in all the right ways, and my orgasm rises again.
“Oh no. Oh, no. I can’t. I’m—” My words are a babble of noise. I turn my head and bury it into the crook of his neck, bucking under him. My body isn’t my own. It belongs to Zorux, to Thrax.
Zorux’s body jerks as he finds his release. I fall back on the ground, aftershocks rippling through me. The Draekons stroke my skin, murmuring soft, sweet things as I pant in their arms and recover.
I’ve just had the best sex of my life. I came so many times that I lost count. My body is so sated, I’m practically floating. We lie together, me between them, their bodies bracketing mine. I should get up, I know, but I can’t seem to muster the energy. Instead, I run my fingertips over their lips and cheekbones, memorizing them. I feel a burst of guilt when I see the fresh scar on Zorux’s face, and I trace it with my fingers gently. Feeling daring, I move my fingertips to the older scar, and Zorux stiffens.
“I’m sorry.” I snatch my hand away, but he captures and kisses it.
“Don’t be.” His voice is soft and his gaze intense. “You can touch me anytime, little human.” My insides melt. Zorux is a big softie. Sweet Draekon. How did I ever call him Surly?
Eventually, Thrax sits up. “Night is coming,” he says. “We should head back to the caves.”
“Mmm.” It’s not a particularly comfortable rock that I’m lying on. I’m starting to get cold, but cuddled between their bodies, I’m absolutely content. “I don’t want to move.”
Zorux swings me into his arms and gets to his feet. I squeal in surprise. “What are you doing?” I ask him, laughing.
He bends down and brushes a kiss over my lips. “You said you didn’t want to move.” His smile widens. “I’ll carry you back.”
His biceps are hard. His chest is tight. I could ask him to put me down, but let’s be honest. I’m pretty damn happy where I am.
13
Zorux:
The next morning is frustrating. The container we set out to find is another duplicate. Container 1. Now that we suspect that the other exile batch might be after the Cloakship, we have to pick up the pace. So, in the afternoon, we split up.
Thrax and Raiht’vi head to retrieve one container that has landed on the bank of the small stream that runs through the meadows. Locator in hand, Ryanna and I head in the opposite direction where two containers lie fairly close to each other, dragging an improvised travois behind us so we can get both of them in one trip.
W
e walk in silence for a little while, and then she clears her throat. “Can I ask you something, Zorux?”
Everything looks brighter this morning. I hold her hand, and I’m filled with a sense of contentment. “Of course.”
“Yesterday, you said you understood the importance of secrets.” Her voice is soft. “It wasn’t my secrets you were talking about, was it?”
She looks at me, her face trusting, and I want to tell her everything, unburden my soul of the weight I’ve carried since the death of my parents and my sister. I know I can trust Ryanna. I’ve watched the human woman during the rainy season. She’s a good person, and she would never betray me.
“Bloodlines are very important on the homeworld,” I start. “Everything is determined by them. Where you can live, what you can do, who you can marry. Everything.”
She nods.
“Falsifying your status is one of the high crimes. It’s punishable by death. Not just to the person falsifying the line, but to his or her entire family.”
She’s beginning to understand. Her eyes widen. “Did you?” she whispers.
“Not me. My father.” I take a deep breath as the events of that terrible night flash again before my eyes. “My mother was Highborn. When she found out what my father had done, she tried to kill all of us. She succeeded in killing my father and my sister. She tried to kill me.” My fingers trace the scar on my cheek. “Before she plunged the dagger into her own heart, she ordered me to kill my twin brothers and my baby sister. It was my duty.”
“Oh, Zorux.” Her eyes swim with tears. “I don’t know what to say.” She hugs me tight, her soft curves pressing into me. Her scent washes over me, providing solace and comfort. “How old were you?”
“Ten.”
She inhales sharply. “Does anyone know?”
“No. If anyone on the homeworld were to find out, Daerix, Kaenix, and Sila’vi would be killed. If they’re mated, their bond mates will share their fate. If they have youngling, their throats will be slit. The family homes will be burnt as a warning to all in the homeworld that blood taint will never be tolerated in the High Empire.”
“Why did you tell me?” She tips her head up, surveying me with her dark tauzin eyes, her gaze unwavering and intent.
“Because I wouldn’t lie to you. I’ve lived with the weight of this secret all my life. I understand your fear.”
She doesn’t let go of me. I hold on to her, loving the way she feels, nestled into my body. Like she was made to fit there. “Your friends know you,” she says. “They know you are a good person. Is that not more important than what your father did?”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
“Not even on the prison planet? Arax and Nyx are both Viola’s mates, and Nyx is Lowborn. Arax doesn’t seem to care.”
I will always enforce the laws of my people.
I can’t allow myself to hope because it isn’t just my life that I put at risk. It’s my family’s. “Not even here.”
Ryanna:
My heart aches for Zorux. What a horrible, heart-wrenching thing to happen to a child. He’s borne the weight of it all his life. No wonder he keeps himself isolated from the others. He’s living with a death sentence over his head, in constant fear that someone is going to find out.
His courage awes me.
We find the first container. Zorux reads the label and shakes his head in disappointment. “Container 5. It’s a duplicate of the one we brought back yesterday evening.”
Another duplicate. “Should we leave it here?”
“No, we bring it back. We can’t allow the other batch to find it.” His biceps bulge as he picks up the container and loads it on the travois. “Let’s go. The next one should be only twenty minutes away.”
It is. Unfortunately, it hasn’t survived the landing. The box is smashed open, and cloakship parts are strewn all over the area. “Bast,” Zorux swears. “This isn’t good.”
“Was it a duplicate?” I ask hopefully.
“Unfortunately, no.” He looks grim. “I don’t think there’s any point gathering the pieces. They’re probably too damaged to be of use.”
We pile everything that’s easily accessible into the diarmod container anyway, since it seems a shame to leave the area in such a mess. Then we drag the travois back to the caves. Hopefully, Thrax and Raiht’vi have had better luck.
14
Thrax:
I follow the river, the scientist walking alongside me. Her expression is troubled. “Do you really believe there’s another exile batch in search of the containers?” she asks abruptly.
“Yes.” Every bone in my body tells me that our search has taken on a new urgency.
“They have five containers already.”
I look at her dryly. The scientists have exiled us to a lifetime on this prison planet. “You seem to be in a hurry to escape, scientist.” I can’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice. “Is our hospitality lacking?”
This part of the planet is beautiful. The purple grass sways in the gentle breeze. Though the sun beats down on us, the air is dry. A few trees dot the landscape, but they aren’t familiar to me. Once the hunt for the Cloakship parts is behind us, I want to come back here and explore.
She exhales in exasperation. “Aren’t you worried that they’ll find all seven containers?”
Of course I am. It’s the only reason I’m subjecting myself to Raiht’vi’s company. Right now, Zorux is the lucky one. He gets to spend time with Ryanna.
I see something move out of the corner of my eye. My pilot-honed instincts take over, and I push the scientist to the ground and dive down as well. A large shadow passes overhead.
“That’s a dragon,” Raiht’vi hisses, stating the obvious.
I put my fingers over my lips. Draekon hearing is razor-sharp. Thanks to my actions, we haven’t been spotted yet, and I would like to keep it that way.
The blue dragon dives to the ground in front of us. I watch with dismay as its claws grip the container we were seeking, and then the powerful beast launches to the sky.
Raiht’vi looks deflated.
They had five containers. Now they have six. We’re in trouble.
Ryanna:
The other two aren’t back when we return. I move toward our supplies so I can get a meal going, but Zorux waves me away. “Sit down,” he orders. “Rest. How’s your arm?”
“It’s not preventing me from doing my fair share of work,” I tell him.
There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Ryanna,” he says, his lips twitching, “I intend to keep you up all night long. Trust me; I’m being selfish.”
I flush at his declaration, and my insides clench in response to the heat in his eyes. “Since you put it that way…” My voice trails off. “I guess I should obey.”
His gaze rakes over me, slow and intent. “What a good idea.”
The cave is somewhat stuffy. Instead of lying down, I sit at the mouth and close my eyes, thinking about yesterday evening. Sex with them had been every bit as hot as I’d imagined it would be. No, scratch that. It had been way hotter.
I’m lost in my daydreams when a shadow falls over my face. I open my eyes and look up, and I see two large shapes in the sky, blotting out the sun.
It’s a pair of dragons.
My heart starts to race. Could this be the other exile batch? At least two of them can transform into dragons; according to Raiht’vi’s account, they shifted when they laid eyes on Olivia.
Is this them, and if it is, are we under attack?
I duck into the cave, and Zorux looks up, startled by my sudden appearance. “Dragons,” I gasp. “In the sky. I don’t know who they are.”
His jaw tightens and his muscles tense. He pokes his head out to see what’s going on and relaxes slightly. “It’s the Firstborn and Nyx,” he says. “Viola’s riding on Arax’s back.”
I glance at him. “You don’t sound as thrilled as I’d expect.”
“I’m always nervous around Arax,” he adm
its.
For obvious reasons. I lace my fingers with his, trying to offer him comfort.
The dragons swoop lower. They’re closer now, and I can see their coloring. One of them is crimson, and the other as black as night. A dark-haired woman is riding on the back of the crimson one. “You really have good eyesight.”
Zorux smiles at me. “A gift of the Draekon mutation,” he says. “Even without the ability to transform into dragons, we have some advantages.”
As I watch, the dragons glide to a landing on the grasslands directly below us. Viola hops off Arax’s back, and the air around them shimmies as the dragons shift back into men. “Do you wish you could transform?” I ask, my heart sinking as I realize the implication of Zorux’s comment. Neither Thrax nor Zorux has shifted in my presence. I’m not their mate. If they want to become dragons, they’ll be trying to find the woman who will make that happen for them. I’ll be in the way.
“I’ve spent very little time thinking about it,” he replies quietly. “It isn’t important to me.”
I give him a skeptical look, but mindful of the fact that Arax and Nyx are within earshot, I stay silent. “Okay, you two,” I hear Viola say. “Get some clothes on.”
Nyx’s voice is amused. “Or else?”
She laughs, unfazed. “Or else I’m going to start walking around naked in front of your entire exile batch,” she threatens. “It’s only fair.”
Both dragons growl possessively. Before this deteriorates into another kiss-and-grope-fest, I walk to the cliff edge, Zorux a half-step behind. “Hey, guys. Fancy seeing you here. Are you going to stand there all day, or do you want to come on up?”
Viola waves at me. Arax grabs some clothing from the packs that dot the ground next to him and gets dressed. Nyx, who doesn’t appear to notice that he’s butt-naked, cocks his head to one side. “Where are the other two?”
