by Meg Ripley
Daphne tried to hold back, knowing that the two men needed relief just as much as she did. She heard the growling, groaning moans coming from in front and behind her as the two men moved faster and faster; Dov pounding into her from behind as Ben’s hips bucked and twitched, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, almost brushing against the back of her throat. She couldn’t hold back any longer; before she could even think to hold herself back any longer, every muscle in Daphne’s body tensed and relaxed in spasms. She moaned again and again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, as she felt both men’s cocks twitching inside of her. Just as she reached the apex of her orgasm, Daphne heard the two men roar out; first Dov and then Ben, and she felt the warm gush of Dov’s come splashing deep inside of her, one instant before she received the first hot rush of Ben’s orgasm flooding her mouth. She swallowed and moved, twisting and writhing as her orgasm intensified. Daphne could not be sure if their orgasms lasted for only a few seconds or an hour—the pleasure crackling through her body was so overwhelming that every thought in her mind blotted out, and she barely felt herself sagging between the two men as they finished.
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Ben watched Daphne sleep, curled up in Dov’s bed, still fully naked. He smiled wryly to himself; they had so thoroughly gotten the woman off that she had blacked out, slipping into a deep doze wedged between his and Dov’s bodies, right there in the woods. “We should take her somewhere comfortable,” Dov had suggested, and Ben had agreed. There was a great deal more for them to explain to her once she came to.
“Do you think we should be—worried? Concerned?” Ben glanced away from Daphne to look at his friend. They had gathered up Daphne’s clothes, carrying her through the woods with the preternatural strength that their dual natures afforded them, but they hadn’t bothered to re-dress her, or themselves.
“That depends on how she feels about all this when she wakes up,” Dov said, leaning back in his chair. “If she freaks…” he cringed slightly.
“If she freaks, we’ll have to tell Sasha.”
“We’ll have to tell Sasha anyway,” Dov pointed out. “Have you noticed anything, Ben?” Dov raised an eyebrow and Ben frowned in thought, wondering what his friend was referring to. All at once it occurred to him; he could feel Daphne—a little bit, not as clearly as he could feel the mind of his best friend, or one of the other members of the Nita clan, but the sense was there all the same. Ben opened his mind more thoroughly, seeking the small, faint coil of thought. He sensed warmth, satisfaction, tingling pleasure—pleasure that wasn’t just his, but was Daphne’s.
“Oh, shit,” Ben said. “She’s bonded to us already?” Dov chuckled.
“Well you have to admit it was pretty intense out there,” he pointed out. “So…,” Dov took a deep breath and exhaled. “We need to explain to Sasha that we’re sharing a mate. I’m sure we can’t be the first bears in history to do that.”
“Are you willing to share her?” Ben felt a flicker of something like jealousy; it hadn’t bothered him to share Daphne with Dov as a fling—but could he really share her as a mate? Did he have a choice, if Dov was also hearing and sensing her thoughts?
“After what just happened in the woods? If she’s willing, I’m willing. And brother, I’m feeling like this is one willing female.” Ben snorted.
Before he could pursue the subject any further, Daphne stirred on the bed, and Ben felt the shift in her mental signature as she awakened. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, glancing around in confusion. “Where am I?” she asked, frowning in thought. Her gaze fell on Ben and color flooded into Daphne’s cheeks. “Oh god, that wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Maybe a wet dream. Ben bit back a laugh at the thought that Dov projected. Daphne’s eyes widened again and she turned from looking at Ben to look at Dov, the color draining from her face. “You—that—that was your…oh god. Not only are you bear-men, but telepaths too?” Ben pressed his lips together; Daphne probably wouldn’t appreciate his amusement.
“Only with members of our clan,” Dov told her gently. Ben watched as his clan-brother crossed the room, approaching the bed slowly and then sinking down only a few feet away from Daphne. “What happened, in the forest out there,” Dov said, gesturing idly towards the woods. “We bonded with you. We weren’t expecting it—but it happened.”
“We’d like you to meet the rest of our clan,” Ben told Daphne. “We’d like to present you as our mate.”
“Wait—wait. So, I’m…both of you guys’ mate?” Daphne blinked, glancing from Ben to Dov in deepening confusion. You can hear my thoughts too, right? Ben raised an eyebrow as he sent the thought to Daphne. She nodded.
If I can hear their thoughts, then—oh god! You guys can hear me right now? Dov snickered, and Ben fought back another laugh.
“Hear you, feel you… yep. You’re bonded to us.”
Daphne groaned, burying her face in her hands.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Ben said, rising and joining the other two on the bed. “I know you can still remember how good the sex was just a little while ago. I can feel it in your mind. You can have that whenever you want it.” He grinned, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “In fact, one of the great things about being with a couple of bears like me and Dov is that whenever you want sex, we’ll want sex. Automatic reaction.”
Ben felt his words take effect in Daphne’s mind; she had awakened with a lingering sense of arousal, her pheromones as well as her mind showing signs that as satisfied as she had been with their tryst, her body still wanted more. Now he felt the pulse of her lust intensifying as pictures flitted across her mind: different ways that she could be with both men at the same time, different positions, different acts. “We could do all those things, and then invent some more,” Dov said, obviously receiving the same images.
“Oh, god,” Daphne said again, throwing herself back against the bed as she blushed a deep red.
“You’ll find we don’t really have much shame,” Ben told her with a grin. “We’re part animals, after all.” Ben leaned in close to her, brushing his lips against her ear. “We can even do that thing you’re thinking about right now,” he murmured lowly. Daphne’s eyes widened as she looked at him, and despite her lingering embarrassment, Ben could feel her arousal intensifying at the thought.
“Definitely,” Dov said, glancing at him. “I want front this time, though.” Ben chuckled. He reached out, running his hands all over Daphne’s body slowly, caressing and teasing her. Ben pulled Daphne’s face towards his and kissed her hungrily; he was already feeling the heat flowing through him, a mixture of regular mating need and the feelings he was receiving from both Dov and Daphne’s minds. He pulled back, giving his clan-brother the opportunity to taste their mate’s lips, and glanced around the cabin in search of something to make the idea Daphne had thought of a reality.
Ben climbed out of the bed quickly, even as Dov went into action, moving and shifting around, pulling Daphne down on top of him as he leaned back against the headboard. Ben took in the sight of Daphne straddling his clan brother’s hips, Dov’s hands resting at her soft waist as she rocked back and forth on top of him, rubbing herself against his swiftly hardening cock. Just the sight of them together was enough to complete Ben’s arousal as he located a bottle of massage oil and clutched it firmly in hand.
Daphne’s moan filled the air, and Ben received a backwash of impressions from her and Dov both: the slick, wet feeling of her pussy, the full feeling as Dov’s cock filled her up inch by inch, slowly pushing past the resistance of her body. He climbed back into the bed, moving closer to the two, taking up his position behind Daphne as she began to ride his best friend in achingly slow movements. Ben let his hands trail all over her body, caressing and exploring her curves; if he and Dov were able to convince her to stay with them, Ben thought that he would never tire of exploring her delicious body, but if they didn’t, he should take every opportunity she granted. Slowly he worked his way down to the
curve of her ass, kneading the plump flesh there, carefully trailing his fingertips along her cleft. Ben kissed along her shoulders, pulling Daphne’s hair lightly aside to nuzzle the base of her neck as he opened the bottle of massage oil and carefully dripped some onto his fingers.
Daphne let out a half-whimpering moan as Ben began to swirl his fingertips against her tight pucker, pressing lightly. He knew from her thoughts that she’d never done this before—but he also knew that she was eager to try it, at least with the two men she was with. Ben slowly, steadily teased her, coaxing her body to relax, coaxing her to accept the penetration as Daphne continued to move on top of Dov, taking his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. Ben could feel her pleasure mounting, and knew that none of them would last very long—he sent a private request to his best friend to slow down, just enough to let them all get what they needed.
Ben worked Daphne’s tight pucker, sliding first one and then two fingers inside of her, spreading the oil thoroughly and wriggling along the tight, flexing muscles. He felt her ambivalent desire, felt her gradually giving into the strange pleasure his touches were giving her. He stretched her as carefully as he could, knowing that he needed to prepare her, but knowing that it was not something that could be rushed. When he finally thought that she was fully ready, he withdrew his fingers, pouring a little more of the oil into his hand and applying it to his throbbing, aching cock.
Ben pushed Daphne gently forward, positioning himself behind her. He spread her ass cheeks, and pressed the tip of his cock against her, hesitating only a moment before he thrust his hips. He sank into her slowly—achingly slowly—filling her up from behind as Dov continued to thrust up inside of her, and Ben groaned, a bear-like growl rising up in him, as their mutual pleasure washed through his mind. He moved inside of her, starting as slow as his impatient desire would allow and then gaining speed, his hands wandering, colliding with Dov’s all over Daphne’s body. The three of them moved together in a rhythm that none of them could resist, and Ben’s pleasure mounted faster and faster as Daphne’s tight muscles flexed around him, as he caught the sensations she was feeling: the thrill, the excitement, the deliciously full feeling.
Ben was never certain which one of them reached orgasm first—but as Daphne’s muscles fluttered around him in erratic spasms, her moans and Dov’s filling his ears, he could hold back no longer and groaned out his pleasure as he came, buried deep inside of her. After a few moments that felt like an hour, Ben sagged against his mate and clan-brother, utterly spent, pleasure and satisfaction crackling through his body. As Daphne’s breath gradually slowed, he felt the acceptance in her mind. “Yeah, okay,” she said, panting slightly as she squirmed free of her position between the two men. She flashed them both a mischievous grin. “I think I can definitely do this.”
THE END
Sizzling SciFi Romance
Saving The Alien Star Lord
Two suns mean that military medic Alexis has not seen the stars in nearly two years; not since she joined her father for a mission to colonize a small planet that doesn't even yet have a name. Devoted to her work, however, she refused to join the majority of the original colonists as they abandoned the mission and returned home to Earth. Instead, she remained on the hot, dry planet with a handful of others and hoped for something to make the mission a success.
She has fallen into a pattern when, one day, a ground-shaking explosion brings her over the hill that borders their tiny village where she discovers the mangled aftermath of a ship crash. Calling to action all of her medical training, she enters the ship and finds a startlingly beautiful, and decidedly not human, man injured on the floor. Forced to put her life on the line to save him, Alexis finds herself dreaming of putting her body in his hands.
When she discovers that he holds within him a mysterious gift that makes him both incredibly enticing and frighteningly powerful, will she be able to completely let go and allow him to give her solace from her longings for home?
Alexis tossed down her spade and stared up at the sky, groaning to herself about the intensity of the sun that afternoon. As soon as the thought left her mind, she gave a mirthless laugh. After nearly two years she was still thinking about the sun. The blazing star above her was the same concept, providing illumination and heat to the tiny planet, but she had left what she considered the true sun, the sun she knew, so far away it was now only a glimmer of a star in the distance on the darkest of nights.
Of course, this star and the second one that followed its path were suns in the most basic of meanings, but when she looked at them, Alexis still felt a tug of homesickness in her chest. Joining the mission to colonize this planet seemed like the perfect way to continue her service as a military medic, and she had been filled with hope when they first arrived. Along with her father, the commander of the mission, and more than thirty other people she set out to settle the planet, one that as of yet still had no name other than the string of numbers and letters that identified it as one of the military's most secretive and well-guarded secret missions.
Nearly two years later, however, only a handful of people remained with Alexis and James. The others were too frightened of the unknown expanses of the planet and too weathered by the extensive work it took just to make a small area inhabitable enough to sustain them as they tried to cultivate and nurture the hot, dry planet into something that may once be the salvation for the overpopulation and pollution of Earth. James told them that in no uncertain terms if there were not strong enough to withstand the challenges that faced them, and courageous enough to remain a beneficial part of the mission, they were to go home.
Within six months, half of the crew that arrived with them were gone. At the end of the first year, a third of those who remained had also heeded James' harsh recommendation and were on a shuttle back to the nearest space station where they would board a ship back to Earth. Just 12 colonists remained, but Alexis refused to give up hope. Even in her moments of longing for the familiarity and comforts of Earth, she was determined to do as she had sworn to do when she joined the mission.
Now as she hacked away at the hard-packed ground in what would hopefully be their next garden, she willed herself to think through all the ways that the mission had been a success even as the prospective colonists left and her loneliness crept higher and higher.
It had taken several months of still sleeping in the original ship for them to build suitable housing for the different members of the mission, but once they were up, Alexis found hers to be nearly as welcoming and comfortable as the one she left on Earth. Two suns meant there was precious little darkness, so she outfitted her home with heavy curtains to block out the light and surround her like a peaceful cocoon when she gave herself the time to actually sleep. The rest featured mostly items built from the sparse but sturdy foliage they found on the planet and a few, treasured items she brought on the ship from home.
James lived in his own, tiny shack at the top of a hill that overlooked the rest of the village the colonists built. Most leaders of his power and influence would have insisted on the grandest and most luxurious of houses possible, but her father was the complete opposite. As the leader, he told them, it was his responsibility to be the strongest, most courageous, and with the greatest perseverance. He was to concern himself with the rest of the crew before himself. So he threw together a small home with just enough space for his basic needs and devoted the rest of his time and energy to keeping the struggling little colony alive.
It was toward that little shack, which James had yet to update or expand at all in all the time they spent on the planet, that Alexis was headed when she heard the explosion. The ground shook with the sound and for a moment she was dazed, trying to figure out where the massive sound came from and what it could have been. She took off running in the direction where she thought it originated and pushed herself up the steep hill that bordered one side of the village.
As she crested the hill, she saw flames shooting up into the sky and a pillar o
f black smoke darkening the horizon. A few hundred yards away a mass of tangled metal smoked and burned. She felt her heart drop in her chest when she realized that she didn't see or hear anyone around the crash site.
Alexis started running again, pushing herself as fast as she could toward the crash and praying that somehow, she would get to whoever was inside in time. The heat of the fire was intense as she grew closer to the crash and she pulled down the sleeves she had pushed up to her elbows in an effort to protect her skin from the searing flames.
Behind her she could hear James's voice calling to her, but she didn't pause to acknowledge him. She could see where the door to the mangled ship used to be and ducked down to run inside. Tugging the neckline of her shirt up to cover her mouth and nose against the acrid black smoke filling the space, Alexis ran through the inside of the ship looking for any members of the crew. Around her all she could see was the technological carnage of the crash.
Panels hung from the walls, the internal components sparking and hissing. An eerie red glow from the emergency lights cast shifting shadows on the floor and made the twisted metal of the damaged structures look monstrous. Still she pushed forward, following hallways and dipping her head into rooms as she called out for any survivors in hopes they would hear her and call back. Finally, she came to the end of the large main hallway and found a set of heavy black sliding doors.