Alien Alliance

by Honey Phillips

  “Do either of you really think that I should do this?”

  She saw them exchange a look and scowled.

  “And why don’t either one of you seem surprised?”

  “I admit I heard a rumor that this might occur,” Hisst admitted. “I mentioned it to T’kol earlier while you were away. I didn’t intend to keep it from you; however, our time has been somewhat interrupted.”

  “I suppose that makes sense,” she said reluctantly.

  He seemed quite serene about the prospect and she couldn’t help but wonder. “Is this what you want, Hisst? Do you want to go home?”

  “You are my home, Lissie,” he said softly. “If anything, I was reluctant to return.”

  “Why would you be reluctant?”

  His throat pulsed. “I was afraid that you would choose to expand your brace. But I find that I am no longer worried.”

  Her heart melted. “I meant what I said to Kenesst. The two of you are everything that I could ever want.”

  T’kol had been strangely silent, and she focused on him now.

  “What do you think, T’kol? You, too, would be a long way from home, and from your people.”

  “You are my L’chka. I will follow you anywhere.”

  “That’s not exactly what I asked.”

  “I am afraid that I do not have another answer. I will not be separated from you and if you choose to go to Icluthia, of course I will accompany you.”

  “It has to be the decision that’s right for the three of us. Hisst has explained why he was worried. What are your worries?”

  He turned away from her and paced restlessly to the window. She could see the tension in the lines of his back but even though she wanted to go to him, she let him take his time. At last he turned to face her.

  “I have always been a warrior and I have always had duties and responsibilities. As much as I enjoy being with you—with both of you—I am not sure that I would be completely content without an additional purpose.”

  She gripped her lower lip with her teeth. Unlike Hisst’s concern, this was outside of her power to resolve. She knew the countless hours that he worked and had seen how dedicated he was to his job.

  They stared at each other as she tried to think of something to say. But then his shoulders relaxed, and he walked over to her. He gently raised her chin.

  “But in the end,” he said, “you are what is most important to me. I love you, L’zabet. If this opportunity will make you happy, then I will adapt.” His lips quirked. “Perhaps I could become a full-time woodcarver.”

  “I do not think you understand, my brace mate,” Hisst said. “A queen’s brace has many duties that go beyond just pleasuring her body. It is our responsibility to investigate and to guide. That is why Kenesst made the point about my limited political experience. It is true that I will not be able to guide you in those matters initially, Lissie.” He rubbed his chin, then sighed. “Although I will endeavor to learn to do so as quickly as possible, perhaps admitting him to your brace would make sense.”

  “No,” she said firmly. “Our brace is based on love, not political expediency. We will learn together.”

  T’kol looked thoughtful. “Do you believe that my military experience will be useful?”

  “Yes, of course.” Hisst said at once. “I have only served in one campaign. You have the background to talk to the more senior warriors.”

  Lizabet realized that T’kol was not the only one who had misunderstood the relationship between a queen and her brace. She loved the idea that the three of them would be working together for a common goal.

  “Since it seems that neither of you will object, does that mean that we’ve made a decision?”

  “What do you want to do, my L’chka?” T’kol asked gently.

  Now it was her turn to pace to the window and back. What did she want to do? Once the initial shock had worn off, she found the idea rather exciting. True, she would be living in a completely different culture, but her studies had at least somewhat prepared her for the differences among races. And as she looked at her Icluthian lover, she saw no reason to be afraid of those differences. With Hisst and T’kol at her side, she could take on anything. The same reckless excitement that filled her when she soared across the sky, on the verge of flying too fast, filled her now.

  “If you two are truly in agreement, I think we should do it.”

  The three of them stared at each other in silence for a minute, then Hisst laughed and lifted her into his arms, swinging her around.

  “Congratulations, my queen.” He had barely completed the circle before T’kol pulled her into his own embrace.

  “You will make a fine ambassador, my L’chka,” he whispered, and then his lips descended over hers and she forgot the excitement of her new future in the present wonder of his mouth.

  When at last he raised his head, she was breathless and needy. Her nipples had turned diamond hard against his chest, and she could feel the cool press of Hisst’s body against her back. Her pussy ached, and she was suddenly desperate to be filled.

  “Back before we were interrupted, I believe we had decided that it was time for the two of you to mark your claim on me.”

  T’kol’s massive erection throbbed against her front, and Hisst’s spicy scent filled the air. With a muted roar, T’kol lifted her into his arms and headed for the bedroom.

  As he kicked the door closed behind them, her heart beat rapidly from excitement and the tiniest amount of trepidation. He released her and she slid down his body, more conscious than ever of the size of his erection. She turned to find that Hisst had already discarded his clothes.

  “You’re wearing entirely too many garments,” he said, even as his long cool fingers went to the hem of her T-shirt.

  He pulled it gently over her head, his fingers skating up her sides and leaving a trail of excitement behind. T’kol moved closer to her back and she could feel the warmth of his naked chest.

  “I think you two are ahead of me,” she gasped.

  “Not for long, my queen.” Hisst slipped his fingers under her waistband and removed her panties and leggings in one quick motion. As often as she had been naked before them, this time she felt unusually vulnerable.

  “You are shaking, my L’chka,” T’kol said softly. “We do not have to do anything that you do not want to do.”

  “No, my mates, I want this.”

  As she ran her fingers over Hisst’s smoothly scaled chest, it suddenly occurred to her that he was expecting her to claim him as well, but she wasn’t sure that her teeth would penetrate.

  “I’m not sure that I can bite you hard enough to leave a mark.”

  He shrugged. “What is important is that you care enough about me to try, not the actual results.”

  She reached up and put her hands on that no longer alien face.

  “I do, Hisst. I love you.”

  His lids dropped over those golden eyes, but not before she saw the emotion that filled them.

  “Then the Goddess has truly blessed me.” His engaging smile appeared. “I admit I had my doubts when my flyer was being tossed around in that storm.”

  “I find it concerning that you think your reckless behavior was rewarded,” T’kol said dryly.

  She looked over her shoulder and grinned at him. “I always told you that you worry too much.”

  “I will always worry about you, my jewel. And now it appears that I have two of you to worry about.”

  Although his voice was stern, his eyes were warm as he looked from her to Hisst.

  “Let us prepare her.”

  Once more he lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bed, laying her down in the center before stepping back to admire her. Hisst stepped up next to him and the sight of her two warriors gazing so appreciatively at her naked body intensified the needy ache in her pussy. She squirmed restlessly.

  “Are you just going to stand there all day?”

  “I could spend all day admiring your beau
ty, my L’chka.” T’kol stroked his hand along his cock and the sight had its inevitable effect upon her body.

  Next to him, Hisst also shifted impatiently. His cocks bulged beneath his skin but had not yet extruded. She beckoned him closer and he obeyed readily. Very delicately, she ran her fingers along the ruffled edge of his slit. He shivered at her touch and the bulges seemed to increase in size. Driven by a sudden impulse, she rose on her knees and grasped his hips, then brushed the very tip of her tongue along the narrow line. He gave a wordless cry and clutched her head. Encouraged by his reaction, she licked again, working her tongue very gently into the small opening. He tasted delicious, like spiced honey, and she hummed appreciatively. The vibration apparently was the final straw and his slit parted, both cocks emerging, golden and glistening. She licked them as well, delighting not only in the taste but the way he shuddered beneath her touch.

  T’kol had moved behind her while she concentrated on Hisst and now he pulled her firmly backwards so that she was sprawled across his lap. He used his legs to push hers further apart and she shivered as the cool air of the room drifted across the slick heat between her thighs. His big hands cupped her breasts, working her throbbing nipples.

  “Pleasure her,” he ordered Hisst. “I want her to come at least twice.”

  Hisst nodded eagerly and buried his face between her legs. That wicked forked tongue went to work, sliding into her empty pussy until she was thrusting against him, and then concentrating on her swollen clit, pulling and tugging the same way that T’kol tormented her nipples. His spicy scent surrounded her and the combination of T’kol’s warm body and Hisst’s cool tongue sent her spiraling into a rapid climax.

  “Use your fingers this time.”

  T’kol had barely finished speaking when she felt Hisst insert two long cool digits into her empty channel, still convulsing from her previous climax. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, his tongue was moving even more insistently on her clit. T’kol tightened his grasp on her nipples almost to the point of pain but the tight pinch sent spikes of pleasure shooting straight to her swollen nub. The combination of sensations overwhelmed her, and white lights flashed before her eyes as she cried out, a second climax sending her soaring.

  Hisst sat up and rocked back on his heels while T’kol lifted her in one easy movement, then lowered her over Hisst’s cock. They both cried out as the cool length of his primary cock drove easily into her wet channel and his secondary cock came to rest against her clit.

  Hisst brought her head to his shoulder. “Please, my queen,” he gasped.

  Her mouth closed over the smooth scales and she rather tentatively bit down. He trilled and his cock jerked, driving deeper inside her.

  “More,” he urged.

  The tips of his secondary cock worked her clit while his primary cock writhed inside her. T’kol’s fingers returned to her aching peaks and he tightened them.

  “Harder,” he ordered.

  The intensity of the sensations flooding her body encouraged her to bite harder, but his skin resisted her attempts. Hisst had his hand clamped on the back of her head, but he released her as soon as she pushed back.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t do it.”

  T’kol’s hands stilled, then he moved her head gently to one side. Before she could protest, he leaned past her and bent his own head to Hisst’s shoulder. Hisst groaned, and when T’kol drew back there was a small break in the skin.

  “Now, my L’chka.”

  Her stomach wanted to protest, but she closed her eyes and tried again. The coppery taste of blood hit her tongue, but it was overlaid with the same sweet spicy taste she associated with Hisst. She bit down and this time her teeth penetrated, widening the small mark that T’kol had left.

  Hisst trilled in helpless ecstasy, his hips jerking upward as she felt the cool rush of seed filling her channel. The jets from his secondary cock bathed her sensitive clit and a third climax swept over her as she clung to him, T’kol supporting them both.

  When she finally released his flesh, no blood seeped from the wound, but the outline of her teeth was clearly visible. Hisst regarded the small semi-circle with a proud smile.

  “Thank you, my queen. I am honored by your claim.”

  Chapter Thirty

  T’kol waited as patiently as possible for his brace mate to admire his mark. His own mouth watered for the taste of his L’chka, but this was not an occasion for haste. However, his patience could only last so long. He finally growled and lifted her free.

  “Now it is my turn.”

  “Do you want me to bite you too?” she offered with a teasing smile.

  “I would be proud to wear your mark, my jewel.” His eyes went to the small stone dangling between her breasts. As much as he enjoyed the sight, he wanted her to wear a more permanent mark of his claim. “But right now, all I can think about is burying myself in your body.”

  He went to roll her over and realized that his leg was still an issue. After a brief hesitation, he turned onto his own back and lifted her over him, holding her poised over the broad head of his cock. The position went against every Yehrin tradition and yet, it had unexpected advantages. He could see each detail as her small entrance stretched to accommodate him. The delicate pink flesh gradually parted and the silken heat of her cunt gripped his cockhead.

  Every instinct urged him to force her down over him, but he kept his pace slow and patient as he waited for her to adjust to his size. Each inch she gained increased the torturous pleasure and he shuddered as she finally took all of him. Her eyes were wide, her blunt white teeth digging into her lower lip, and he could tell she was on the verge of being overwhelmed.

  “Help her, H’sst,” he ordered, and his brace mate knelt behind her, gently caressing her luscious breasts.

  “You’re beautiful like this, my queen,” H’sst whispered. “The mating arousal glows from your face down to your perfect little cunt.”

  H’sst reached down to part her folds and reveal the deep glistening pink of her swollen clit, and T’kol felt his cool fingers brushing the base of his cock where he was buried inside L’zabet. The contrast between the coolness and the heated grip of her body added to his arousal and his hips bucked involuntarily. L’zabet gasped, then moaned, and he felt her channel flutter around his shaft. He bucked again and she lifted up with his movement, rising halfway along his length, before she pushed back down with another moan.

  “Yes, my L’chka. Show me how much you enjoy having my cock in that tight little cunt.”

  Her eyes flickered, and then she began rising and falling over him in slow, languid movements. His hands tightened on her hips, but he didn’t try and make her move faster, letting her rock herself over the edge into a slow, shuddering climax as H’sst stroked her clit and urged her on.

  The feel of her body tightening around his almost destroyed his self-control, but he held himself in check and let her have her pleasure. When she finally stopped shaking, she collapsed down over him with a purr of contentment.

  “We are not through yet, my jewel,” he chuckled, even as he stroked the fiery strands of her air. “Prepare her bottom hole, H’sst.”

  “What?” She tried to sit up, but he kept her cradled against his chest.

  “We will take you together,” he said. “Both of us buried in your luscious body, and both of us marking you at the same time.”

  She shivered, but he did not think it was from fear.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. The three of us will be bound together by our bodies as we are already bound together by our hearts. I love you, L’zabet.”

  “I love you, too.”

  H’sst bent down to press a kiss against her back. “I love you, too, my queen.”

  She turned her head and smiled at him. “I know, my love.”

  After returning the smile, H’sst continued his journey down her back. T’kol knew when he reached her tight little hole because she jumped and quivered
against him.

  “Hush, my L’chka. Let H’sst make you ready.” He stroked her back soothingly, even though he could feel the other warrior through the thin membrane separating them, sending an oddly erotic thrill down his spine. A finger replaced the tongue, then two. L’zabet gasped at each intrusion but she did not protest, and the scent of her arousal deepened, mingling with H’sst’s spice.

  “I believe she is ready, my brace mate.”

  “Then enter her, very slowly.”

  The pointed tip entered almost easily but as H’sst’s shaft widened, L’zabet’s breath quickened.

  “T’kol!”

  The additional pressure against his cock had him on the verge of exploding, but he managed to keep his voice low and soothing.

  “You can take him, my jewel. You can take both of us.”

  He reached between their bodies and strummed the exposed surface of her clit. Her body clamped down and both he and H’sst groaned. A fresh wave of liquid heat bathed his cock and he felt her push back against H’sst.

  “Perfect. I knew you could do it.” He kept his thumb against her clit until the full length of both cocks filled her tight little channels.

  “So full,” she whispered.

  “Filled with our bodies as you are filled with our love,” H’sst said softly.

  A poetic sentiment and one he might appreciate later, but now his cock throbbed and his balls ached, and he wanted to move. He began a slow withdrawal, then pushed in when H’sst withdrew in turn. Alternating their strokes, the pace increased until L’zabet moaned helplessly, trying to meet their thrusts. He heard her breath catch and felt her body tighten and knew she was close. His eyes met H’sst’s.

  “Now.”

  They both slammed into her simultaneously as H’sst took the right side of her neck and he sank his teeth into her left. Her delicious taste flooded his mouth. At the last second, she whipped her head around and he felt the tiny sting of her teeth just behind his ear. Then she cried out as her body tried to arch into them, her channel clenching so tightly around him that he couldn’t move but it didn’t matter because at last he was coming in wave after wave of hot seed as he poured everything he had into this female he loved so much. He could feel H’sst jerking against him through the thin separation and the knowledge that his brace mate too had found his pleasure only enhanced his own.