“Great,” she said gloomily. She counted the other two women amongst her closest friends, but they would definitely want to cross examine her. Sarah would be worried but would try and cover it with a cheerful face. Emily would undoubtedly be amused.
“As I said, you must be sure.”
“I am,” she said firmly.
T’chok gave her a quick hug, watched her enter the building, then turned and walked away. As she watched him leave, she felt as if her childhood was leaving with him. Excited and a little nervous, she went to find her males.
Chapter Eighteen
T’kol left the medic’s office feeling both relieved and annoyed. Although he was annoyed that the visit had taken so long, he was relieved that the medic had assured him that no permanent damage had been done. The medic had used a healing ray on the bone to hasten the mending process and told T’kol to use the cast for another week.
Halfway down the path to his quarters, a tall slender figure waited for him. He bit back a sigh as he recognized B’nji, L’zabet’s brother. He both liked and respected the young male, but he was not in the mood to deal with him tonight.
“Greetings, B’nji.”
“Did you really bring an Icluthian back with you?” B’nji burst out.
“Yes.”
“And he’s… with you? With you and Lizzie?” Disgust dripped from every word and for a second, he was almost tempted to deny it, but he could not.
“Yes, B’nji. That is what your sister wishes.”
“But an Icluthian! I remember all those stories you told of the battles against them.”
“Battles from a long time ago. We have not been enemies for many generations, and you know that we are allies now.”
“But they’re lizards. What does Lizzie want with one of them?”
“They are of a similar age, and more alike than you would expect.”
“My sister isn’t like a fucking lizard.”
“He is a good male,” he found himself saying. “And he cares for your sister very much.” As much as he did not want any additional drama tonight, he added, “Do you want to meet him?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t know if I ever want to see her again. But if I do, I’m going to tell her what I think about the way she’s acting.”
He turned as if to stomp away and T’kol grabbed his arm.
“B’nji, you are entitled to your opinion and I understand that you may need some time to adjust.” He lowered his head so that he could gaze directly into the younger male’s eyes. “But understand this. I will not permit you to make your sister unhappy. Unless you can be kind to her and polite to H’sst, I do not want you to come near either of them.”
“You can’t keep me away from my sister.”
B’nji didn’t seem to realize how quickly he’d contradicted himself but T’kol kept his face stern. “I can and I will, unless you can behave yourself.”
The young male glared at him and T’kol gave his shoulder a gentle shake. “I recall you told me that you did not accept T’chok at first either.”
“Dad’s not a fucking lizard,” he muttered, and T’kol’s grip tightened.
“Polite and respectful, B’nji. The younger children look up to you and you must set a good example.” B’nji opened his mouth but he didn’t give him a chance to speak. “No matter what you are saying now, I know you want your sister to be happy, and she will not be happy if she thinks that one of her males is not being treated well.”
He didn’t relax his grip or his gaze and after a few seconds, B’nji’s belligerence faded.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I reckon the least I can do is meet him.”
“L’zabet will like that. Come by tomorrow.”
B’nji suddenly grinned. “I’ll probably have to stand in line. You know all the women are going to want to come.”
He bit back a groan. The young male was undoubtedly correct. “Perhaps I need some additional training.”
“Not on that leg. You’ll just have to suffer through it.”
He scowled at the reminder. “Do you not need to go home now?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He hesitated. “But give Lizzie my love, okay?”
“Thank you, B’nji. I will.”
As T’kol continued down the path, he realized that the encounter with B’nji had undoubtedly only been the first in a long series of conversations to come. All of his warriors would be shocked, and many of them would not be as quick to consider his mate’s feelings as the young male. The fact that T’kol had always conformed so perfectly to Yehrin standards for a warrior’s behavior would make this aberration only that much more obvious. He had been foolishly relieved earlier that he had not encountered anyone while taking H’sst to his quarters.
And yet, when he opened the door to his office and heard laughter coming from the bedroom beyond, he found himself smiling. Just knowing that L’zabet—that both of them—were waiting for him gave his return an unusual warmth.
“Should I even ask what the two of you are doing?” he asked as he opened the interior door. L’zabet was sprawled across the bed looking entirely too tempting, while H’sst was prowling around the walls.
“Hisst is measuring,” she said innocently, but her eyes danced. His hearts responded to the warmth in her eyes, even as his body responded to the sight of her finally on his bed where she belonged.
“Do I even want to know why?”
“For decorations, of course,” H’sst responded with a disapproving look. “This decor is not suited for a queen.”
“You are criticizing my quarters?” He looked around with a frown. The plain white walls and padded black floor were standard Yehrin decor. He had a large bed, a comfortable chair, and a small set of shelves. What more did they need? Although he supposed he would have to add two more chairs.
“T’kol, the only sign of personality in the whole room are these carvings.” L’zabet bounced over to his shelves and he felt his cheeks heat. “They’re beautiful. Where did they come from?”
“I made them,” he admitted reluctantly.
“Really?” She picked up one of the polished wooden creatures. “The detail is so perfect. You never told me you did anything like this.”
“It is just a hobby.” He didn’t mention that it was one of the ways he had passed the long empty nights without her.
“You are very talented, brace mate. This is the only part of the room worthy of a queen.” H’sst shook his head. “A queen needs color and soft fabrics that suit her beauty. She needs to be surrounded by life.”
Despite his immediate instinct to protest, as he looked at L’zabet, her cheeks flushed with laughter, her coppery curls glowing, he couldn’t disagree. She did deserve to be surrounded by life and color.
“Perhaps you are right. When we build our house, you may decorate it as you wish.”
The room went silent and he suddenly realized what he had said.
“Our house?” L’zabet whispered.
Part of him had the sudden frantic urge to take back his statement, but he had agreed to try and the three of them could not stay confined to one small room.
“If we are to be together, we will need more space.”
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s the second time you’ve said if. I thought we had an agreement.”
“We agreed to try. Are you without doubts?”
His question hung in the air.
“I have no doubts,” H’sst said quietly. “You are my queen, Lissie, and that will never change. I have accepted T’kol as my brace mate, even though he is a barbarian.” A quick smile crossed his face before it turned serious again. “But I don’t expect that this will be easy on any of us.”
“I don’t have any doubts when we are alone together.” L’zabet stepped up to him and H’sst followed, fitting himself against her back.
Their position already felt familiar to him, felt right, and he sighed. Was he still fighting this?
“I agree that when we
are together, it is easier,” he admitted.
“Then maybe we can take advantage of a nice soft bed,” she suggested, and rubbed her breasts against his chest. His cock immediately stiffened and H’sst’s scent began to fill the air.
“Perhaps we should.”
“Mm.” She wiggled, her soft curves a delightful caress, then hesitated. “Can you hold that thought while I take a quick shower?”
“It is a very large shower,” he found himself saying.
“Even better.” She grinned up at him, then slipped away, pulling her shirt free in the process. “Last one in is a rotten egg.”
H’sst looked as confused as he felt. “That does not sound pleasant.”
“It means get in, boys,” L’zabet called as she kicked her leggings free.
His confusion vanished. He tossed her over his shoulder before she could reach the door of the sanitary facility. She shrieked and giggled, smacking at his back.
“Stop that! Your leg is injured, remember?”
“It is fine, but if you insist. You take her, H’sst.” He tossed her gently to the other male who had been watching with a smile on his face and she shrieked again.
“Dammit, I’m not a football.” She tried to sound stern, but she was still laughing.
Quickly stripping away his own clothes, he started the shower, then turned to find L’zabet wrapped around H’sst as she kissed him. For a moment jealousy flared, but then it was swept away by arousal. Her body glowed pale and perfect against the Icluthian’s golden green scales. His big hands cupped her buttocks as he held her easily in midair.
T’kol stepped up behind her and slid his hand between her legs. H’sst obligingly lifted her slightly away from his body and spread her legs further apart so he could explore each tender crevice. He circled her clit, delighting in her shudder, then probed her tight little cunt. Even one finger was a tight fit, but she didn’t flinch, instead she pressed back against him. He worked first one digit, then two into her body, until she was moaning with pleasure. Withdrawing, he teased her clit until she was quivering, but when he moved this time, he didn’t pause at her cunt but kept going until he reached her perfect little pink asshole. He circled the delicate flesh, then pushed gently at the tiny entrance.
“T’kol,” she gasped.
“Relax,” he urged. “Push back against my thumb.”
“But—”
“Push back, L’zabet,” he repeated, his voice firm, and she complied. His thumb slipped inside, and he groaned at the heated embrace. “You are very tight, my jewel. We will need to train you well.”
“Train?” Her voice sounded dazed and he pushed deeper, even as he used his other hand to stroke her swollen clit. H’sst lifted her higher so that he could suckle on her breasts and she gasped again, clinging to his shoulders.
“Yes, my L’chka. So you can take us both.” His already aching cock throbbed at the thought.
Without removing his thumb, he returned to her cunt, suspending her on the two digits, even as he kept working her clit, circling the hardened nub.
“Oh, that feels so strange.” She sounded uncertain and he almost hesitated, but then she pushed down. “But I want more.”
He gladly complied, sliding another finger into her impossibly tight channel. Her body quivered again, and he pressed down hard on her clit. “Come for me, L’zabet.”
With a hoarse cry, she obeyed, clamping down so tightly on his hand that he almost followed her over. To be inside her body when that happened, when her muscles convulsed and her liquid heat flooded him… The temptation was too great. He removed his hand and pulled her down over his cock. Her slickness eased the way, but she was still impossibly tight. She cried out as he entered her and he felt her climax again, milking the length of his cock in waves of silken heat. Lightning streaked down his spine and then he was shuddering too, his seed flowing from him in heated jets.
His knees actually weakened, and he was vaguely aware of H’sst supporting them both as his body shook. He finally raised his head to find L’zabet limp and smiling between them. He carefully lifted her free as she murmured a sleepy protest, but she didn’t show any signs of soreness.
“Now, my L’chka. A shower, then bed.”
As he lifted her free, he realized that H’sst’s cocks were fully exposed. The other warrior winced.
“I can’t help it. Her pleasure always causes me to extrude.”
“That’s all right. It’s kind of flattering that you get so excited.” L’zabet smiled at him, then gave the shower a longing look. “But can we shower first?”
Chapter Nineteen
Despite the eager pulsing in his kradx, Hisst nodded. “Of course, my queen.”
The three of them entered the shower. T’kol frowned at him when they both reached for the cleansing cloth to wash Lissie, but he finally shrugged and stepped aside. Hisst couldn’t help but feel that it was the least he could do. He could not regret any activity that gave his queen such pleasure, but his kradx was demanding his turn. It was the queen’s choice, he reminded himself. But perhaps if he presented himself once they were in the bed, she would choose to satisfy him.
He concentrated on washing her to the best of his ability, lingering over those delightfully lush breasts until her strange little nipples were pink and throbbing. The mating flush covered her body as he took the cloth lower, carefully cleansing each delicate fold. The pearl of her clit was also pink and throbbing as he very carefully brushed over it. She jumped and her small hands clutched at his arms. Had he hurt her? No, her mating color had increased and her scent had deepened. He brushed it again, using only his finger this time so that he could feel the smooth surface harden.
“She is going to come again if you keep doing that,” T’kol said. He had stepped behind Lissie and reached around to tease her nipples. His black claws looked threatening against her pale flesh and he tugged and squeezed much more firmly that Hisst would have dared but she didn’t protest, only thrust her breasts further into his hands.
“That’s okay,” she panted.
“But have you earned it, my L’chka?”
“Earned it?”
“What of poor H’sst? Can you not see that he needs you?”
He wanted to protest, to remind them both that she must decide, but his kradx ached for her touch.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Hisst.” Her soft fingers barely brushed him before the warrior turned her away. A hiss escaped his lips. By the Great Mother, it was his time. Before he could protest, T’kol gently positioned her so that she was bent over in front of him, her little pink cunt gleaming. His mouth went dry. He wanted to bury himself in her, to feel her soft flesh cushioning his hips as he thrust inside her with complete abandon.
“It is forbidden,” he mumbled, even as he took another step forward, his eyes locked on that small entrance.
“Is it forbidden if your queen wishes it?” T’kol tugged a nipple. “Do you wish it, L’zabet?”
“Oh, yes.” Lissie looked over her shoulder at him, her face flushed with the mating hue, her eyes heavy and expectant.
He couldn’t resist. Stepping behind her, he lifted her on her toes, then carefully positioned his primary cock at her opening. He pushed gently but despite her copious wetness, her body resisted. He hesitated, but T’kol nodded.
“Go ahead.”
He pushed again, more firmly this time, and then his cockheads were buried in liquid heat. He separated them so that he could feel every silken inch and she moaned. Once again, T’kol gave him a reassuring nod, and he kept going, moving as slowly as he could in order to enjoy the increasingly tight fit. As he reached the halfway point, his secondary cock touched her body and he realized that he was pressed against the pink pucker of her bottom hole.
“Oh!”
She jumped, but when she did, he slid inside the tight ring of muscle. Great Mother, he had never known such ecstasy. A trill escaped his throat and he felt his fangs growing larger.
“T’kol,” sh
e gasped.
“You are fine, my L’chka,” T’kol said soothingly. “Consider this the next step in your training. I wish you could see how beautiful you look with your little asshole opening around his cock.”
T’kol eased her back and more of Hisst’s cocks disappeared into heated pleasure.
“I… I…” Lissie gasped, her body dancing.
“Touch her clit,” T’kol ordered, and Hisst adjusted his grip so that he could reach the little pearl.
The heated flesh throbbed against his fingers, and this time she pushed back on her own. Gritting his teeth, he let her lead the way, slowly sliding backwards until she had taken all of him into the heated depths of her body. They were both shaking, and he looked up to find T’kol watching, his eyes alight with green fire. He still supported Lissie, his arm firm beneath her clutching fingers, but his other hand was on his own cock, stroking it as he watched.
“Move now. Slowly, until she adjusts.”
Very carefully, he drew back, the sucking clasp of her body as great a pleasure on the retreat as it had been on the entry. When his secondary cock was on the verge of coming free, he thrust back in harder this time, matching it with a firm pressure against her clit.
“Oh my god. Do that again,” his queen demanded, and he gladly obeyed.
His trill filled the small room as he lost himself in pleasure. When he realized that she was throwing her ass back to meet his thrusts, he lost all control, plunging into her body with wild abandon. Her lush body cushioned his just as he had imagined, but he had never imagined the incredible pleasure of having both cocks surrounded by such a tight heated grip. Her body tightened and then a wave of liquid heat surrounded him as she shuddered, her grip so tight that he couldn’t move, but he didn’t care because his own body responded, his cocks jerking as jet after jet of his seed flooded forth.
He barely retained enough strength to support her as he slipped free and his kradx retreated, but T’kol was there to gather her into his arms. Pale blue fluid coated her front half and he realized that T’kol had come as well. He remembered the time in the cave and stepped further under the shower, letting the other warrior have this time to hold her. To his surprise, once he was finished washing, T’kol passed a clean, sleepy Lissie to him.
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