On Her Axis

by Jeanette Lynn

  “Point is truly taken, princess,” Perre grumbled, a hint of pride peeking through his usually taciturn facade, saluting her smartly and eyeing the restaurant with amusement now. Her antics didn't seem to have bothered him in the least.

  The old Perre's coming back, I thought happily and smiled warmly at my fair maiden, thankful for all the happiness she brings to our lives.

  Perre grinned and chuckled as he nabbed some of the pasta off of her plate, laughing when she aimed her fork at him warningly.

  “Oh, Aunty Mags! Aunty Mags!” Joey and Darren called excitedly as they raced up to her, vying for a spot at the end of the booth next to her.

  “Move it or woose it, Darey, I sawl her first!” Joey grunted, shoving his brother out of the way.

  “Nuh huh, I did! Sides, we can bofe share, Joe Joe! Be nice!” Darren cut in reasonably.

  I looked at Darren and Joey, smiling as I saw Perre and me echoing that same dilemma not too long ago.

  I glanced at Perre and saw him cough and glance at me sheepishly, nodding his head at the boys, his thoughts echoing mine.

  A smile played at the corner of his mouth as we listened to Mags explain that they could both play games with her, that they could all go together or take turns.

  I grinned at him in coconspirator-ship, his thoughts echoing mine as Mags left the table to let Jaye and Dar know she was here and if she could take the boys around.

  "Later, brother," I assured him, grinning wickedly. Much later.

  Perre nodded his head in agreement and picked up one of those little menus they have by the salt and pepper shakers, examining it disinterestedly.

  “Who would name a place Oodles of Noodles Palace, anyways?” Perre grumbled good-naturedly, and then glared when the dancing worm came by our table, getting a little too close to his face for comfort.

  “And who uses a giant worm to sell noodles?” he muttered, truly at a loss with that one, giving the dancing worm a look of utter disdain as it slowly backed away.

  I shrugged and picked up my book, picking up where I’d left off earlier.

  “Hello, Pinky Boys!” Jaye greeted, strolling right up to us, and we both groaned as he pulled up a chair and straddled it backwards.

  “Whatcha readin?” He wiggled his brows, tipping my book to look at it. “Baby book," he glanced between us and his gaze settled on me, grinning widely, "Is Mags carrying your bun in the oven?” His golden eyes glittered as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands on the top of the backrest as he tapped his foot and raised his brows questioningly.

  “What’s it to you?” Perre grumbled gruffly, crossing his lower arms over his chest.

  “Oh, I dunno...” Jaye’s face lit up and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and I frowned along with Perre, “I might have heard from a, uh, little birdie that Mags' mother isn’t happy about her daughter’s impending nuptials with two male Cardanians, and is trying to get Mags to, ahem, ‘see the error of her ways’,” he informed us, making air quotes and using his best hoity toity tone to imitate Mrs. Constance O’Malley. His knuckles rapped on the table once. “Thought you’d want a heads up.” I nodded my thanks and he dipped his head ever so slightly, tipping his blue head as he got up to walk away.

  “Hey, Jaye?” I called quietly as he started to walk away, “Hey, uh, thanks, man.”

  “No problem, ssssuuuper ssssnnniiiffers!” he sing-song-ed, ruining our little, somewhat mature male moment and cackling as he took off, expertly dodging the pizza Perre chucked at him.

  “Perre!” Mags gasped as Jaye pointed in his direction and hid behind Darlah.

  “What?” he grunted, completely unremorseful.

  She glared at him in warning, no need to say more, just standing there, eyes narrowed, hands on hips, pointing at him for a minute.

  Completely edible, I thought, eyeing my woman. Even in a fit of pique. My eyes took her in from head to toe, devouring her. No, I corrected, especially in a fit of pique.

  Forget the food, she looks delicious.

  “They were doing it too!” Perre argued, cutting in on my fantasy and pointing to the table of food fighting seven year old girls two tables away.

  I dropped my book and busted up laughing as the little girls all turned as one to give him indignant looks, huffing haughtily in their little princess getups, eyeballing him and then the last of their pizza as he pointed at them accusingly.

  “What? Don’t look at me like that! You were!”

  The magic word

  Magenta

  “Thank you for a wonderful evening, gentlemen, this is where I... Perre!” I shrieked as he scooped me up and handed my keys to Marre, stepping aside to let him open up the door.

  “Put me down!”

  “Nuh huh. I just watched a man in a giant worm suit dance around me for four hours, too close for my own comfort, and I’m not leaving here until I get what I came for,” Perre all but growled, heading for my bedroom.

  “And what would that be?” I asked tentatively from over his shoulder, following a brief pause.

  “Yes, I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you both,” Perre said in a matter of fact tone as he sat down on the bed and put me in his lap, Marre bending down on one knee in front of me with a ring box in his hand.

  “Will you marry us, Magenta May O’Malley?” Perre whispered in my ear as Marre opened up the box and took my left hand in his, holding it tightly.

  “Make us the happiest males in this galaxy and the next, my love, say you’ll marry us. Say yes,” Marre asked sincerely, his love shining in his eyes as he slid a beautiful white gold ring with a blood red, round cut stone in the middle onto my finger, a second ring with two rows full of diamonds fitting into the setting of the first one, making one perfect ring with diamonds surrounding the stone.

  Oh, it was so beautiful! Just... perfect.

  “Yes! Yes, yes!” I cried happily as Marre swooped in and kissed me.

  I wrapped one hand around his neck and the other around Perre’s as I broke Marre’s kiss and gave Perre one as well.

  “Do you like it, Ah Cah Eema?” Perre asked excitedly, his nervousness peeking through our bond connection.

  The bond is getting stronger and stronger, I thought happily.

  “Oh, it’s gorgeous, I love it,” I told him honestly, giving him an appreciative smooch.

  “What does that mean? 'Ah-Cah-Eema'?” I asked as I broke our kiss.

  “One who holds my heart.” Marre smiled at me and caressed my face, the fingers of his hands blazing a second trail down my body that tickled and excited me, goose flesh breaking out where his fingers ventured, making me shiver.

  Perre grunted and kissed my neck, placing small teasing kisses along my jaw line as Marre started to undress me, both of them working together to strip me down as Perre teased and nibbled my sensitive flesh, adding to my already mounting shivers, sending small sparks of excitement shooting straight to my sex.

  “Hey! What about you guys?!” I complained, breaking from the sensual haze they were stirring in me, trying to cover up my nakedness from their fully clothed selves.

  “You heard her, Marre, she wants to see us naked, so strip.” He snorted, motioning imperiously for Marre to get on with it.

  Marre gave Perre a one fingered salute and took off his clothes, his eyes locked with mine as he dropped his briefs, then approached me, his engorged erection bobbing thick and happy in front of him.

  Perre’s arms suddenly came around me, his upper arms there to keep me held in place on his lap as his lower arms fondled my breasts, his thumbs dancing teasingly over and over my nipples, almost chaffing as he brought them to hardened peaks, standing out for attention.

  “What are you two up to?” I gasped as Marre knelt down in front of me, leaning forward to part my legs and touch me teasingly against my nether lips, his fingers strumming slowly through the shock of wetness he found dripping from there.

  “Sharing, princess,” Perre purred in my ear as Marre’s warm breath danced acr
oss my sex, his tongue rasping out to give a long, slow lick as he ran it up my sex, lapping up my cream and then following it up to tease around the swollen nub he found hidden there in my folds.

  He latched onto my clit, licking and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers worked their magic, bringing me close to a climax, but pulling back when I was just shy of going over.

  I whimpered in protest and tried to reach out for him, but Perre's arms pinning me to him stopped me from accomplishing anything.

  “Ah. Ah. Ah. Sweet heart, I didn’t hear the magic words.” Perre chuckled against my neck, nipping a little hard when I growled at him in frustration.

  “Did you hear the magic words, Marre?” Perre asked his brother teasingly, reaching around to lightly run a hand over my exposed sex, pinching and rubbing my clit between his index finger and thumb.

  I cried out and started to see little starbursts dance across my vision, screaming at him when he pulled back and stopped my orgasm dead in its tracks.

  I could feel my sex humming and pulsing now with unspent passion.

  “No, brother, I sure didn’t,” Marre murmured as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, plunging into me as I gripped his neck, crying out when I felt close again and then he stopped, pulling out of me and pushing me back a little against Perre’s chest.

  I thrashed and tried to tighten my grip around his neck, trying to pull him back against me, put him back where he was supposed to be- which is inside of me, damn it!

  Perre gripped my hips and pressed himself at the mouth of my sex, rubbing me teasingly for a minute before he thrust into me, Marre still holding me up from the front, watching avidly as I let out choked cries of ecstasy at Perre’s pummeling thrusts.

  “Like that, goddess? Like when he takes you hot and hard?” Marre murmured huskily, reaching forward to play with my pleasure button, swollen and too sensitive from all the teasing it’s endured.

  Marre's eyes were two rich pools of molten hot liquid as they blazed into mine.

  I gasped as I felt all of their emotions, their feelings, needs, wants, desires, crashing over me abruptly. The passion burning through them, from them to me, just heightening everything, making everything crisper, sharper, stronger.

  Marre stopped unexpectedly, removing his hand, gripping my bottom with his lower hands and pulling me back against him when Perre pulled out, just as I was about to tip over again.

  I clawed at Marre, clinging to him as I skewered myself on him, grinding my pelvis down on him, burying him all the way to the hilt, my nails raking down his neck and chest as I clutched at him frantically, trying to ease this intense, feverish ache of desire inside of me that's spread throughout my whole body, taking over my entire being.

  “Please!” I wailed as Marre brought me so close again, only to stop once more.

  “Say the magic words, my love. Tell us,” Marre purred, kissing me fiercely as he pulled out and walked over to the bed, placing me on Perre where he was laid back against the headboard.

  “Tell us you’ll marry us and we’ll make it all better, heathen,” Perre promised as I jumped from Marre’s arms and thrust myself onto Perre’s waiting cock, grinding myself against him hard as I pinched his nipples and gave them a hard twist.

  Perre yelped and arched up, clutching me tighter to him as his face contorted from the pleasure/pain.

  “I already said yes,” I shouted as my body started to tingle, warning me that I was close.

  “Together or separately, Mags?” Marre asked from the side of the bed, his cock glistening from the tip in anticipation as he watched us.

  “Separately,” I panted as my climax rushed through me, Perre following shortly after as I whimpered and moaned, grinding myself against him in a wild frenzy, trying to prolong the feeling as we pulsed in time together.

  As soon as Perre finished Marre made his move.

  "Mine! My turn!" Marre snarled, plucking me up and impaling himself on me, placing my back against the wall as he pounded into me. My already sensitive sheath rippled again in the beginnings of another climax as his rough and tumble attitude brought my body roaring back to life.

  “Did you like that, sweet heart? I loved watching you thrash around on Perre as you pleasured yourself on his aching cock, my body tingling and throbbing as I waited my turn, waited for you to be mine!"

  I bit down on his shoulder as I came hard, clamping down on his shaft, my muscles squeezing him rhythmically. His roar of satisfaction was music to my ears as he pumped into me, trying to thrust in as far as he could, shattering me in two with the pleasure of it all as his cock thrummed happily inside of me.

  He pumped a few more times, slumping against me and the wall as his now sated body became lax.

  “Can we do that again?” I whispered in awe, giggling when they both chuckled, their smiles full of manly pride as they gazed at me.

  “Anytime you want, princess, anytime you want,” Perre promised from his wrung out sprawl on the bed.

  “Okay. Just change the 'magic words' next time. Don’t want to make it too easy for me.” I perked up, smiling as they both broke out into loud raucous laughter.

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  “I still say he was a prick,” Perre grumbled as he ate his fifth biscuit and third helping of bacon and eggs.

  “He was totally checking you out, goddess,” Marre huffed, growling around his fourth cinnamon roll.

  “Good grief, you two have hollow legs or something? You eat like you don’t know when you’ll have your next meal,” I observed, still nibbling on my first and only plate of breakfast.

  “We weren’t that loud,” Perre continued to grumble as he sipped his coffee.

  “Still stuck on that, huh?” I shook my head, giggling, referring to the neighbor calling the cops from all the 'noise' we were making.

  I didn’t even notice they still whistle from their ridges when we shag each other brainless. Stopped noticing a long time ago, I guess.

  Way too occupied with other things to even notice whistling ridges.

  Apparently the old lady next door had found it, uhhh... distracting.

  The officer who came over was really nice about the whole thing, though. He even chuckled when I answered the door with two half naked Cardanians trailing behind me.

  He’d taken one look at me, my present company, our obviously sex rumpled appearance, and grinned, his eyes twinkling as he’d asked us if everything was alright over here, if we’d needed any help.

  Marre and Perre had looked pissed as they’d glared, matching dark scowls aimed at the officer.

  A mated Cardanian himself, the officer said there was no need to explain. It didn't really take a genius to figure out what had been going on.

  Perre and Marre actually blushed when he assured them the next time wouldn't be as loud, that when he'd first mated with his little lady the neighbors had called on him too.

  I’d somehow kept my face straight as I’d glowed with pride.

  I make them so wild the whistling isn't even normal! No better compliment than that.Woo-hoo, Go me!

  I’d wanted to fist pump the air and dance around in victory.

  I’d held myself perfectly still though, coughing into my fist to hide the glee on my face. If they could have smelled it or sensed it through the mate bond, they hadn't said anything.

  I scraped my fork across the bottom of my plate as another smile slipped out at the memory.

  Finished with my food now, I took my plate to the sink to rinse it just as my cell rang. I checked the caller I.D. and saw that it was Mother.

  I groaned inwardly and sent it straight to voicemail.

  I'll call her back later, I thought, not particularly relishing the idea of having to talk to her at all right now. I'm not in the mood for her badgering.

  Yes, later, I decided, I'll call her much, much later. Maybe even tomorrow...

  I smiled, happy with my decision, but it was a short lived victory.

  My house phone rang an
d I sighed, resigned to another lovely mother daughter argument, knowing she wouldn’t quit until I picked up, and started to walk over to answer it, but Marre beat me to it.

  “Hello, this is the O’Malley, soon to be Quinfoletly residence, this is Marre speaking,” he said politely into the phone.

  A frown creased his brow after a moment and he slowly pulled it away from his ear, blinking and staring at the receiver like it was suddenly sprouting bananas.

  Perre grabbed the phone out of his hands and put it to his ear.

  "‘Ello? Nope, Marre had something to take care of. This is Perre."

  There was a long pause as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. His hairless brows slowly shot upward, but he didn’t comment.

  I got a funny feeling when he grinned abruptly, an evil smile lighting up his face.

  "Yep. This is one of the pink delinquents who's filling your daughter, alright...” he coughed unconvincingly into his hand before he continued, “but I wouldn't say I'm filling her with hog wa... Hey! I wasn't done talking yet!" Perre complained loudly, scowling at Marre for ruining his fun.

  Whoever thought these two were tame is an idiot. Obviously doesn't know them at all.

  "Yes, you are," Marre choked out between laughs at Perre and said into the phone, “One moment please."

  He mouthed ‘it's your mother’ and handed it over.

  “Hello, Mother," I greeted congenially, trying not to let her hear the laughter in my voice.

  "Magenta," Mother sniped in a clipped voice, "I thought to remind you that you promised to go to your cousin’s wedding next weekend with us."

  Oh, she sounds pissed, ha ha!

  "I didn't forget, I'll be there," I promised.

  Which cousin is getting married, again? I don't even remember.

  "I didn't think you'd be able to find anyone willing to take you, so I didn't account for your new friends."

  "Fiancés," I corrected, ignoring the dig about not being able to find someone willing/desperate enough to go with me in the first place.

  Now I have two very willing, very yummy males all to myself. Just for me, and I'm definitely keeping them, so she's just going to have to get over it.