by L. M. Brown
“There are detailed records of the offspring of the royal family, but the rest are less meticulous. As Rae and Harry are not of my blood, there won’t be any need to register them on my world.”
“What about education?” Logan asked.
“We all educate our own children, as much as we can, at least,” Halor explained. “If, when they’re older, they wish to embark on a career that we don’t have the knowledge to train them in, we would foster them with someone who is an expert in the field.”
“You mean they’d go to live with someone else?”
“Yes. I have no skill in the medical field, for example, so if one of them wished to follow in Darcy’s footsteps, he would foster with someone who can train him.”
“Then there are no schools or classrooms?”
Halor frowned. “My translator doesn’t have an equivalent for those words.”
“A school is where lots of children of the same age learn in large groups from a single teacher. They are split into classes.”
“So the teacher has to instruct more than one or two children at a time?”
“Yes, often as many as twenty or thirty at once.”
Halor shook his head and his face showed a look of mild horror. “But how can that possibly work? Our children learn at different speeds. Don’t Earth children have different needs?”
“Yes, but if a student is struggling, they are given extra tutoring or put into a lower class.”
“When a child fosters in our world, the person they foster with only takes on one or two children at a time—three at the most—then only if they all begin their fostering at the same time and at the same stage of their development.”
Logan frowned. “I guess I just don’t like the idea of sending our children away to live with someone else on what may be another planet.”
Halor smiled. “It isn’t unusual for the parents of the child to obtain work in the fosterer’s community or even in the same household. Providing they don’t interfere with the training of the child, they are mostly welcomed.”
“So, home tutoring until they know what they want to do,” Logan said. “Do we have a curriculum we have to follow?”
“What’s a curriculum?”
“I guess that’s a no.”
“We teach our children what they need to know to survive and thrive in our world. Our lessons are practical in nature.”
“I guess we have a little time before we need to figure out lesson plans,” Logan said.
Halor chuckled. “Our babies are only a few hours old. It’s going to be some time before they are even talking.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just trying to think ahead.”
“There’s nothing wrong with planning, just don’t forget to enjoy today as well.”
Logan wrapped his arms around Halor and hugged him. “Thank you.”
Halor squeezed him back and they returned, hand in hand, to the bedroom and their growing family.
Chapter Sixteen
Kit traced the long lines of scars across Logan’s chest, cringing as he studied the damage he had inflicted on the man he loved. Feline instincts were always somewhat volatile, especially in times of stress. Still, he couldn’t believe he had been so out of control that he had caused such pain to Logan.
“Stop it,” Logan scolded.
Kit jumped. “I didn’t realise you were awake.”
“Your guilt woke me.” Logan stroked Kit’s furry head and pulled him close for a swift kiss. “Stop worrying.”
“I can’t help it,” Kit said. “I could have killed you with my claws. What if I’d hit an artery or something?”
Logan sat up and pulled Kit onto his lap. He took Kit’s hand and turned it palm up. “Let me see those claws.”
“What for?”
“I want to see them,” Logan said. “Come on. Stop stalling.”
Kit extended his claws from the tips of his fingers, glaring at them as though they were at fault.
Logan ran his finger carefully over the claw of Kit’s index finger. “Some of the big cats on my world have claws that could tear a man apart. These are nothing in comparison to a lion or tiger.”
“You’re missing the point,” Kit said. “I hurt you and it could have been fatal.”
Logan gave him a sceptical look. “I doubt that very much. I should have been standing back, like I was told to.” Logan raised Kit’s hand to his lips and kissed the palm.
Kit whimpered as the innocent touch sent shivers down his spine and caused his stomach to leap in anticipation. His cock hardened and he moaned. While there was no possibility of his female parts being ready for any activity in the imminent future, his cock was aching and eager to be touched.
Logan, who seemed to be able to anticipate Kit’s needs as well as Halor, slipped his hand beneath his kilt and touched the front of the annoyingly restrictive undergarment he was obliged to wear following the birth of the twins. Kit might not bleed on a monthly basis, but following his labour, he was bleeding just as women did. Thankfully, Darcy had been prepared and had provided him with what he needed for the coming weeks. She had done her best to adapt the items for Kit’s unique form.
“Touch me,” Kit begged.
Logan didn’t need asking twice. He rubbed Kit’s cock through the fabric, and Kit buried his face in Logan’s neck, moaning desperately.
In the last few weeks of the pregnancy, Kit had been too tired to do much of anything other than sleep and feed. Now, he yearned for release. He pushed against Logan’s hand, grinding and searching for just the right spot to send him over the edge.
Suddenly, the sound of a high-pitched cry distracted him from his pleasure.
Logan gave him a wry smile. “I think someone might be hungry again.”
Kit climbed off his lap and headed through the open door to the adjoining nursery. “That makes two of us, so don’t go anywhere.”
In the nursery, it was Rae who was crying, and Kit picked him up, crooning softly. “You can’t be hungry again, surely?”
Despite his words, when Kit guided Rae to his breast, his son latched on and began to feed. A glance at the crib containing Harry confirmed Rae’s brother slept soundly.
In the doorway, Logan chuckled. “And how many times have you fed today?”
Kit grinned. “I haven’t been counting.”
“I have, and I can tell you that you’ve fed from me twice and Halor four times.”
“I didn’t take much from you,” Kit reminded him. “While I might be working up a tolerance to your cream, we both agreed that I probably shouldn’t get intoxicated while I’m breastfeeding.”
“I know.”
“Does it bother you that I don’t drink from you as much?”
Logan smothered his laughter. “Oh Kit, human men aren’t particularly fussy about where they come. Whether it’s in a mouth, an arse, or over our hands, the pleasure of coming is what we seek. Besides, lots of humans don’t even like the taste of cum and pull away when their lover starts to climax.”
Kit gaped at him. “Not like the taste of cream? Really?”
“Yes, really.” Logan laughed and left the room. “All this talk of feeding is making me hungry, so I’m going to find something to eat.”
Kit couldn’t imagine anyone not loving the delicious taste of cream. Though, of course, many of his own species preferred the milk of a woman’s breast to the cream from a man’s cock.
“And what about you?” Kit asked his son quietly. “Which will you prefer? Milk or cream? Or maybe you’ll want human food instead.”
With no way of knowing what the future would hold for their sons, Kit continued feeding Rae what he needed right now.
* * * *
Halor stared at Kit’s home planet through the main window of the Bastet. They should probably land soon. When Logan had called that Kit had gone into labour, the planet had already been visible in the distance. After the birth, Halor had completed the final leg of the journey and slowly brought them in
to the orbit of Furyne, but they hadn’t yet landed.
By agreement, the trio had decided to delay their arrival on the planet for a month, instead choosing to spend the time getting to know the newest members of their family and give Kit chance to fully recover from the birth. The rest of the universe could wait for a while.
“You look very thoughtful,” Logan said. “Penny for them?”
“What’s a penny?”
Logan chuckled. “A pitiful amount of currency from one of the countries of my planet. So, what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing much. Just enjoying the view.”
“It is quite something,” Logan agreed as he sat down.
Kit popped up from the hatch behind them. “Are we heading down there? Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Because you sleep like the dead,” Logan teased.
“Do you want to go down yet?” Halor asked. “We have plenty of fuel to stay here a little longer if you want to spend some more time preparing yourself.”
Kit approached and sank to his knees by Halor’s seat. “I think I’m ready to go there now. I’d like to see my mama.”
“Then I suggest you go secure the babies and buckle up. We can be down there within an hour.”
“We can wait a few minutes, can’t we?” Kit asked, before licking his lips.
“Hungry?” Halor guessed.
Kit nodded. “Do you even need to ask?”
Halor chuckled. “No, I guess not. Me or Logan?”
“Both?” Kit replied with a grin. “I’ve not fed from Logan for a couple of days, so I’m overdue some of his cream.”
Logan glanced at the hatch. “Where’s Darcy?”
“Watching the twins,” Kit said. “She told me to—what was it?—’bugger off and feed’.”
“As long as she isn’t likely to come up here while you’re feeding,” Logan said.
“She won’t.”
Logan smiled and undid his kilt. He still couldn’t get past the idea of his sister seeing him feeding Kit. “Come here, then.”
Kit hurried over, grabbing a cushion from one of the spare chairs on the way, and dropped to his knees between Logan’s legs.
“Drink up,” Logan said as Kit took him between his lips and sucked him with his usual finesse and determination.
Halor, Logan had soon discovered, could carry on a perfectly sensible conversation, as well as watch the monitors, while Kit fed from him. Logan, unfortunately, despite months of practice, was not so good at multi-tasking. He had quickly given up any pretence at work when Kit was on his knees before him.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the sensation of Kit’s rough tongue stroking his cock, coaxing forth the cream he needed. Logan smiled as he thought about the feeding chain. He and Halor fed Kit, while Kit nourished their children. Their family might seem strange to outsiders—and certainly to other humans—but he couldn’t deny that it worked.
He stroked Kit’s fur, tickling him behind his ears and causing Kit to purr deep in his throat. Logan’s cock, buried deep in that throat, reacted to the purring instantly and he started to come. The muscles of Kit’s throat contracted around his length, squeezing him as he swallowed Logan’s cream, drinking down every last drop.
Logan cried out as he climaxed, but his scream was halted by a mouth closing over his own. He opened his eyes to see Halor had perched on the arm of the chair. They kissed deeply and messily as Kit continued to suck him, prolonging his pleasure and taking everything Logan could give him, the continual vibrations of his purrs sending waves of sensation through Logan’s body, starting in his cock and spreading through to every part of him.
Halor’s kiss was demanding and forceful and Logan could do nothing except surrender to it. He wrapped his arms around Halor’s neck and held on as the powerful avian stole his breath and caused his arousal to spike once more.
Kit continued to suck him, but Logan knew it wasn’t just the feline’s mouth that was causing him to remain aroused for so long. Halor’s mouth on his was equally potent. Every sweep of Halor’s tongue caused Logan’s cock to stiffen a little more, and before Logan knew it, he was coming again, pouring cream he didn’t know he had into Kit’s waiting mouth.
Logan groped under Halor’s kilt, searching for his cock. He found it, hot and hard. When he squeezed it, Halor bucked his hips in response.
Finally, Kit pulled away and rose to his feet. Logan could see he was steady on his legs, a good sign that he was indeed becoming tolerant to Logan’s unique cream.
Halor turned to Kit, kissing him as thoroughly as he had kissed Logan, though not for as long. Kit drew back and sank to his knees again, this time tearing Halor’s garment aside, revealing Logan’s hand still wrapped around Halor’s cock. Kit dove onto the stiff rod like a starving man.
Logan watched the two of them, though he was too tired to do anything more than that. He suspected if he tried to move or stand, he would be swaying on his feet as though he were drunk.
“That’s it, Kit,” Halor said. “Take it all.”
How Halor managed to keep from falling off the arm of the chair when he climaxed, Logan had no idea. Apparently the avians had a better sense of balance than mere humans.
When Kit had finished, Halor took his seat again and Kit climbed onto Logan’s lap and curled up against him. Logan wound his arm around Kit and used the other to play with the end of the tunic Kit wore to cover his breasts.
“They’ll start to reduce now I’ve given birth,” Kit said. “My male hormones will take over again.”
“Hmm?”
Kit nodded down at his chest. “Those. They’ll get smaller and smaller until I have a man’s chest again and I’ll stop producing milk.”
Logan undid the tunic and eased the fabric aside. “I can’t tell any difference.”
“You won’t yet,” Kit replied with a chuckle. “The babies are only a month old. I’ll need to feed them for a long while yet.”
“Then they’ll be on plant milk, right?” Logan asked.
“Yes, we can purchase all the different varieties here on Furyne, ready for when we need it, if we need it. We’ve also got the human baby food to try them on.”
Logan ran his index finger along the curve of one breast, before cupping it with a firm hand and squeezing gently. Kit moaned in response. “I think I’m going to miss these,” he said. “I never thought of myself as a breast man, but I really will.”
“Me, too,” Halor said as he watched them. “They’re so sensitive and responsive to the touch.”
Logan rubbed Kit’s nipple with his thumb, delighted when it peaked and hardened at the light touch.
Kit moaned and purred in response.
Logan lowered his head and licked at the nub, causing Kit to squirm in his lap. Kit’s kilt did nothing to hide the erection that Logan’s attentions had produced.
Halor approached them again and knelt in the spot Kit had previously occupied.
“Suck me,” Kit begged.
“Who?” Logan teased.
“Both of you,” Kit replied, gesturing to his breasts with his chin. “I have two of them, and there are two of you.”
Logan and Halor exchanged amused looks before doing as Kit asked.
Kit moaned and held their heads to his breasts.
Logan licked and sucked, each sound of encouragement from Kit sending shivers down his spine and causing an instant reaction in his groin.
Beside him, Halor moaned his own desire as he gave equal attention to Kit.
Together they sucked and nipped until Kit was purring in utter satisfaction.
Logan placed his hand over Kit’s groin, feeling him hard beneath his kilt. The moment he touched him, Kit bucked and groaned, climaxing instantly. Logan pulled back to watch Kit, his own desire spilling as he gave up his last shred of control. Beside him, Halor moaned and shook as he too found his release, his face buried between Kit’s breasts.
Afterwards they all turned to the window again.
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�I’m ready now,” Kit whispered.
“I’m going to need a minute or two,” Logan replied.
“Me, too,” Halor added.
Kit chuckled. “I’ll go secure the babies and check that Darcy is okay.”
Halor patted his leg. “Go ahead, darling. Then I’ll take you to your mama. I’m sure she’ll want to meet her grandchildren.”
* * * *
Logan held one of his sons in his arms as they disembarked from the ship. Harry slept quietly, the landing not having disturbed him in the slightest. Kit carried Rae, the youngster wide awake and hungry as ever.
“Do you want to go back inside to feed him?” Logan asked as he realised how crowded the spaceship dock was. The place was buzzing with activity and, unsurprisingly, most of those around the place were felines.
Kit shook his head. “It’s fine. I told you before, I’m not going to hide what I am any longer. It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to the little ones. I’m not going to let our babies go hungry so I can hide what I am.” With no hesitation, Kit unclipped his toga at the shoulder and lowered the fabric, revealing the plump breast for his baby to suckle on.
Logan kept an eye open for anyone staring at Kit, but no one seemed to be taking any notice. Halor appeared to be doing the same. Logan pitied any feline who gave Kit grief for what he was. Halor looked as though he might want to tear apart anyone who tried, and Logan would be right there with him. It seemed quiet though, so perhaps Kit’s fears had been unfounded.
Halor secured the ship and they headed to the exit, where Kit told them they would find transport to his village, which was located a couple of hours’ travel away from the spaceship docks.
They set a leisurely pace, Kit humming softly as they strolled along the concourse. Darcy dawdled behind them, gawking at the felines, each with their own unique colours and markings.
“He’s hungry today,” Logan commented with a nod to Rae, who didn’t seem to be in any hurry to release his grip on Kit’s breast.
“He’s always hungry,” Kit replied with a smile.
Rae was still feeding when they climbed into the conveyance that would carry them up over the forest and to the villages on the far side of the vast expanse of trees.
