by Ivy Barrett
Oseth must have accepted the limitations of her virginity. He licked her crease over and over, then gently sucked on her folds. Her clit tingled and twitched, anxious for attention. He intentionally ignored the little nub, exploring all around it instead.
She wiggled and arched, trying to bring his mouth in contact with the ultrasensitive nerve cluster. Urrya sat on the bed and grabbed her hips, anchoring her to the bed. “Stay still. Accept what he gives you without complaint. It is his choice when or if you come.”
With a whimper of protest, she stopped squirming and concentrated on the sensual slide of Oseth’s tongue. She was so wet now. Did her juices really taste good to him? He must have liked it, because he kept licking and sucking on her until she felt an orgasm starting to build. This felt good. Screw that, it felt wonderful! Why in the world had she been afraid of oral sex?
Then he held her open with his thumbs and caught her clit between his lips.
She cried out sharply as sensations stabbed through her abdomen. He immediately soothed the tender nub with soft licks and gentle kisses, then sucked hard all over again. Each time his lips locked on to her clit, she arched clear off the bed.
Urrya no longer held her hips. He caressed her breasts and feathered kisses all over her face. “Don’t fight it. Give Oseth your cries of pleasure. Let him hear how good this feels.”
As if she could help it. The sensations were too strong to be pleasure, yet not quiet sharp enough for pain. She gasped and yelped, panting loudly as he continued to suck on her clit.
Then one of his hands rotated and she felt a finger press against her asshole. “What are you—”
The finger pushed past the stubborn ring of muscle before she could complete the question. What the fuck was he doing? He slid in easily, his skin slick, no doubt from the arousal overflowing her pussy.
“Every part of you,” Urrya reminded. “All three of your holes will belong to us, and we will use them anyway we want.”
Was that a threat or a promise? She honestly couldn’t tell. But Oseth pushed in farther, forcing her stubborn body to open for him. It felt incredibly invasive, but not entirely unpleasant. Was this how it would feel when Urrya’s cock pushed into her pussy? Oseth slowly pulled back, drawing the strange tingly sensations with him. This felt so strange, so naughty. No one had ever dared to touch her there. She’d never dreamed anyone would want to. After a short pause, he drove deep again, the penetration much faster this time. His mouth centered over her clit, licking and gently sucking. He was coaxing, rather than demanding she respond.
She tried to relax, to accept the strange invasion. His finger slid in and out, teaching her the rhythm of sex. This was primal and dirty, and that dark savage part of her she tried to deny loved every minute of it. He worked another finger into her ass and the stretch started to sting. She gasped. “That hurts,” she said, looking at Urrya, not Oseth.
“If he wants to hurt you, you’ll revel in the pain.” His expression was hard, but his eyes glowed with possessive fire. “Azra’s right. You need this.” As if to prove his point, he bent over her and caught one of her nipples with his lips. He echoed the rhythmic sucking of Oseth’s mouth with even harder pulls.
She screamed, lost in the sensual maelstrom. They controlled her effortlessly, playing her body like a musical instrument. Pleasure or pain, it didn’t matter. She would accept what they gave her. Pleasure built beneath Oseth’s lips, while fire burned beneath Urrya’s. The combination was confusing, yet more arousing than anything she’d ever known before. It swirled and flowed, tightening her inner muscles and curling her toes.
Suddenly Urrya released her nipple and said, “Come for us, kitten. Let me see you come.”
Oseth thrust his fingers all the way into her ass and sucked hard on her clit.
Erin screamed again as pleasure detonated in her pussy. Her inner muscles rippled, contracting strongly around nothing. But the rhythmic spasms tightened her back passage around Oseth’s fingers. Reality blurred as points of light sparked in front of her eyes. Oseth stayed with her, gently licking her clit until he’d wrung every last shudder from her body.
Then, in typical Oseth fashion, he smacked his lips and declared, “Yummy! You are definitely edible.”
Even Urrya laughed at his silliness, but motioned him out of the way.
With obvious reluctance, Oseth drew his fingers out and pushed back to his feet. “Don’t fuck her till I get back.”
Where was he going?
Urrya moved between her legs, drawing her attention back to him. “That was so fucking hot, and you certainly seemed to enjoy it. Still think eating pussy is disgusting?”
“Maybe not,” she admitted, embarrassed despite the pleasure echoing through her body. “Where did he go?”
“To wash his hands. Ass play is fun and enjoyable, but we prefer to take precautions.”
“Understandable.” She was sprawled before him, pussy still soaked from Oseth’s mouth. Were they going to keep talking until he got back, or was Urrya going to eat her out?
He chuckled. “I know that look.” He reached between her thighs and gently stroked her clit with his thumb. “Someone wants more.”
Oseth returned and stood at Urrya’s side. “Don’t Celestians identify their mates by taste?” Oseth whispered, though she easily heard the question.
Urrya glared at him. “Tonight is about her. We can worry about the specifics of our compatibility as our courtship progresses.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, intrigued by the odd exchange. “What are you talking about? I thought our compatibility scores were already determined.”
Urrya shook his head, then sighed. “I really don’t want to get into all this tonight.”
“Well, Oseth let the cat out of the bag,” she said in a soft respectful tone. “Please, Sir, will you explain?”
Sighing, Urrya indulged her. “Each of us is a hybrid. The compatibility matrix only pertains to our Ventori side. The other three species find mates in different ways.”
“The Partonese don’t have mates,” Oseth told her. “In fact they are even farther from monogamy than Ventori pods. They form breeding clans of ten to fourteen and everyone is free to fuck everyone, male or female. Offspring are reared by the entire clan. So you just need to worry about my Ventori side and our score was nine point six out of ten, or ninety-six percent.”
“By Ventori standards, you are compatible with all three of us,” Urrya told her. “Azra isn’t officially part of the program, but I had a friend test his DNA. His profile was still on file from before his exile. His score was nearly identical to ours. Tavorians also choose their mates, so that only leaves my Celestian side.”
“And how do Celestians find their mates?” She was almost afraid to ask.
“It’s not about reproduction with Celestians. They can have hybrid offspring with many species. What they long for, dream about, is a soul bond. This sort of connection is very rare and highly coveted. Kyla triggered this in LeAuntiez. But I’m a hybrid so it’s unlikely it will happen for us.”
“One obstacle at a time,” Oseth suggested.
“Lie flat, kitten. This is about pleasure, not determining compatibility. We have the rest of our lives to work out the details.”
She eased herself back down, but the curiosity in Oseth’s expression made it obvious he wasn’t letting the subject go.
Kneeling beside the bed, Urrya covered her sopping pussy with his eager lips. He sucked her juices into his mouth then groaned. “Gods of creation, you taste good.”
His warm lips moved against her folds as he spoke and Erin trembled. Did that mean... His warm tongue swirled over her clit and her thoughts scattered. No wonder the others gave in so easily. These men were sexual sorcerers. They hadn’t even fucked her yet and her inhibitions were fading away. If the rest of her life would be pleasure like this, why should she refuse?
He grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy up to his lips, so he didn’t have to bend so
far down. It also put her body more completely in his control. It was all about control with Urrya. She was starting to understand that.
“Oh, yeah,” Oseth said as he crawled onto the bed. “This is so fucking hot. I could probably come just watching you.”
They weren’t jealous of each other, seemed to enjoy watching as much as participating.
Oseth slipped his arm under her neck and kissed her, spreading the taste of her pussy all through her mouth. The flavor was strange, slightly sweet, yet sharp. It wasn’t nearly as disgusting as she’d feared, but nothing she’d go crazy about. But then she was a heterosexual woman.
“It’s your turn to taste,” he whispered against her lips. “As soon as Urrya works his cock inside you, I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
Her eyes flew open wide. Of course. She couldn’t expect him to just lie there and watch. As Urrya said earlier, pods fucked their mates together.
“Ever sucked a cock before?” Oseth asked, finally lifting his mouth from hers.
She shook her head.
“I’ll teach you, love. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Urrya lifted his mouth off her pussy, then stood. “Slide her back and move out of the way. I want to see her face while she takes her first cock.”
“Wait,” Oseth objected. “Is she your soul mate?”
Urrya looked into her eyes and smiled. “Absolutely.”
Before she could react, Oseth slipped off the other side of the bed, then pulled her across the mattress as if she weighed nothing. Urrya crawled onto the bed and knelt between her legs. His gaze locked onto hers as he opened the front of his uniform pants and drew out his cock. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she looked down and gasped. Her eyes widened and her core tightened then rippled. Urrya’s cock was pale, like his face and hands, but a strange, multicolored pattern curled around the shaft in a wide spiral.
“Is that an orvatta?” She’d heard of the markings, had even seen a few on the shoulders and arms of shirtless Ventori. All the others had been red, like the streaks in their hair and the marbling in their eyes. Of course Urrya’s would be different. Everything about him was unique.
“The location and colors are unusual, but yes,” he admitted. “This is part of my orvatta.”
She pushed up onto her elbows, so she could see him better. His cock was long and thick, the tip black and distinctly flared. Was he larger than usual? She’d never seen a cock before, so she honestly didn’t know. “You look pretty big. Are you sure you’ll fit inside me?”
“You’re seriously wet, my love. As long as you don’t fight me, we’ll be fine.”
She wasn’t sure what made her do it, but she lay back down and raised both arms over her head, hands dangling over the sides of the bed. “I won’t fight you,” she assured him, staring up at the ceiling. She wanted this, wanted him.
“Look at me, Erin. Think only of me.”
Oseth lifted her shoulders and moved in close, so she could rest against him. She shifted her gaze back to Urrya’s handsome face. He pushed her legs open even farther, then parted her folds with one hand and aimed his cock with the other. “The sting will only last a moment, so try to relax.”
Oseth brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. “Breath through it, baby, and you’ll be fine.”
Oh, God, this was it. She was about to lose her virginity.
With his cock firmly pressed against her opening, Urrya draped her legs over his muscular arms. They were still fully dressed, and she was completely naked. Had the contrast been intentional, or had they simply been so focused on her that neither had bothered to undress? Somehow she thought it was more. She was theirs, theirs to control, to pleasure or punish according to their mood and her behavior. If she offered them her trust, they would protect and care for her, do everything in their power to make her happy. But she must submit. She must come to them naked and vulnerable, open, ready to accept anything they demanded of her.
Urrya thrust his hips forward, tearing through the thin barrier with one decisive drive. She cried out and rational thoughts scattered for a moment, then refocused with new clarity. Her world narrowed to him, and the inescapable joining of their bodies. The sharp stab of pain receded quickly, as they’d promised, but the overwhelming fullness did not. She felt stretched, stuffed, utterly possessed by his thick cock, and all he’d done was push inside her.
Shifting her legs higher on his arms, he grasped her hip with one hand and splayed his other across her flat belly. His thumb pushed into her wet crease and covered her clit. “Relax.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb. “I need to move, but I don’t want to hurt you.” A wicked chuckle rumbled in his chest. “At least not now.”
“I’m trying. You’re really big.”
He grinned, obviously not offended by the comment. He slowly pulled back, withdrawing maybe half his length. “Oseth, can you lick her without me pulling out completely?”
“Let’s find out.” He crawled back onto the bed and pressed his face against her abdomen. Sure enough his agile tongue found its way to her clit and began to stroke the little nub.
She tried to relax, to accept the fullness and enjoy being joined to her—she stopped herself just short of saying mate. He wasn’t her mate yet. He was barely her lover. But Oseth was so damn good at oral that she soon felt a fresh rush of arousal lubricate her inner walls. The pressure eased, yet the fullness remained, becoming almost pleasurable.
“That’s it, love.” Urrya pulled nearly out, then slowly pushed back in. “Accept me.” His gaze locked with hers as he clarified, “Accept us.”
Oseth moved out of his way, focusing instead on her breasts and mouth. “How’s that feel?” he asked as Urrya started fucking her in earnest. “One of your mates is finally deep inside you.”
All she could do was gasp and moan.
Urrya’s cock slid easily now. Somehow her body had softened and opened, clinging to him without impeding his strokes. He grasped both hips, her legs still hooked over his arms. His gaze bore into hers, the iridescent lines flashing like multicolored lightning. “You feel so damn good.” His features tensed, teeth gritting against the pleasure. “I could fuck you forever.”
She tilted her hips up, taking him even deeper. There was no more pain, just staggering pleasure. She felt empowered and adored, as desire zinged through her body. “Come, kitten.” Urrya ordered. “Come around my cock.”
Much to her shock, her body obeyed. Suddenly her core was throbbing with rippling contractions and every nerve ending in her body seemed to fire at once. She cried out, arching wildly as the orgasm ripped through her.
“Good girl.” He gradually slowed his strokes, backing off his raging desire. “Offer Oseth your mouth. He needs to share in your first time.”
Oseth moved off the bed again and stood directly in front of her. How was he going to—He grasped her shoulders and pulled her slightly toward him, allowing her head to hang off the side of the bed. He smiled down at her and caressed her lips with his fingers. Urrya started moving again, but she was focused on Oseth, still not understanding exactly how this would work.
He opened his uniform pants and pulled out his cock. They must not wear anything under their uniforms. They’d both been able to free themselves with surprising ease. His cock was longer than Urrya’s, but not as thick. The shaft was light gold, like the rest of his skin, but the head was several shades darker, more bronze than gold. He stroked himself a couple of times and grew even longer. Holy shit, there was no way all that was fitting in her mouth.
“Open, love,” Oseth urged. “I want inside you.”
She quickly licked her lips then opened her mouth. This was so strange, not at all what she’d imagined when she tried to picture what men did to women. His skin was soft and warm against her lips, but he quickly filled her mouth and there was a long way to go. Was he going to shove it down her throat? Trepidation gathered, threatening to douse the fires smoldering inside her, but he revers
ed direction as soon as he bumped the back of her mouth. The panic receded and she swirled her tongue around his tip, liking the silky feel of him.
“Oh, yeah. Just like that.” He slid in and out, steadying her head with his hands.
She was pleasuring two of her mates. They filled her to capacity at both ends. There was only one place left for her third mate to go, but she refused to let the thought ruin the pleasure gradually building inside her. Urrya moved with strong, steady thrusts, while Oseth was more careful. He supported the back of her neck and moved his other hand to her breast.
“Suck me, kitten. Suck me nice and hard.”
She tightened her lips and sucked, instinctively reaching up to grasp the base of his shaft.
“Yes.” He covered her hand with his and quickly showed her how to stroke him, then moved his hand back to her breasts.
It made sense now. She pumped his shaft with her hand as he moved in and out of her mouth. Alternating between firm suction and teasing swirls of her tongue, she soon had him gasping and moaning.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Urrya warned.
“Me either,” Oseth assured him. “She feels too damn good.”
“Agreed.”
Oseth held her face between his hands and fucked her mouth in short fast jabs. Unable to maintain her grip on his cock, she moved both hands to his thighs. Urrya’s pace sped too. Soon they both pounded into her, using her pliant body more aggressively than she ever would have thought enjoyable. But it didn’t just feel good. It felt wonderful, right, almost perfect.
Instinctively knowing what was missing, Erin surrendered completely. She let her legs go lax over Urrya’s arms and moved her hands off Oseth’s hips. Her forearms dangled over the side of the bed as she submitted to their desires. She was here for their pleasure, open and ready for whatever they needed from her. They were her mates, her masters. She needed to please them, serve them, even more than she needed the orgasm barreling toward her.
Something inside her shifted, then locked into place. It felt like a portion of her life had been dislocated for years and finally snapped back where it belonged. If she was brave enough to accept this strange new reality, her life would be amazing.