by Alyssa Hope
He licked into Charlie’s hole with his long tongue enough to moisten it, and then probed with a long finger again. This time it cried out with pleasure and writhed back against his hand. It rubbed against Lora, and Lora rubbed up against its soft body and purred happiness at both of them. Lora’s arms came around the small thing, holding it down against him, kissing it harder, invading its sweet mouth with his long agile tongue.
Norin pushed into Charlie’s tight hole with two fingers now, memories of that terrifying vision still in his head. Their Charlie obviously had a small hole, and he wanted to make sure it was loosened up for him so he didn’t hurt it the way those other things had. He twisted his fingers and then replaced his fingers with his long agile tongue again, needing to make sure that it was truly ready to be loved. His tongue drove deep into that sweet hole, lubricating and opening it up even further, and Charlie responded as he had hoped it would, with arched back and cries of pleasure.
Lora wrapped his arms around their Charlie’s body and then his legs around its legs as well, pulling its legs apart ready for Norin. Loving it, opening it up to be fully loved by both of them.
Norin stroked the soft skin on Charlie’s back and flanks, and kissed those rounded buttocks as their wild one writhed and moaned under him. He invaded his hole gently with his long fingers, then harder, pushing through that tight ring and opening him up for the loving, the coupling that would complete them. Lost in passion and delight, he felt only the softness of the skin and the sweetness of that hole waiting for him.
Charlie bucked its hips up against him and cried out, and he was rubbing the head of his throbbing erection against its crease, on the verge of plunging it into that tight hole, that of their beloved third, when Lora’s alarmed thoughts stopped him.
‘Beloved, no, stop, he is not ready, that is not joy, he is fighting, our sweet one is terrified!’
It took every bit of self control that Norin had to thrust into the space between Charlie and Lora instead of into Charlie’s sweet hole. How could this be? How could they be so close and yet not be able to complete?
Norin struggled for breath as Charlie struggled to escape.
‘Charlie? Are you alright? I am sorry, I thought you were ready ...’
Charlie was shaking, yet still it opened its legs up for Norin again, and pushed that soft rounded butt up into the air. Norin could hear the fear and desperation that was back in its thoughts.
‘I’m sorry, please, don’t send me away. Please, just do it, I’m sorry, don’t send me away, you can do the mating ...’
It was the clearest communication that they had ever received from their Charlie, and it broke both their hearts.
Lora let go his grip on both of his beloveds and collapsed, spread out on the bed on his back. Norin rolled off both of them to lay beside him, neither of them trying to touch each other. Charlie clung to Lora, legs still spread, apparently scared to move.
‘Beloved?’
‘It is alright, beloved.’
‘Charlie? Loving is something we do with those we love, not to them. And we will never send you away, you are part of us now. We are sorry. I am so sorry.’
Norin wasn’t even sure how many things he was sorry about. That Charlie had been raped and abused before, that he was scared of them, that they would never complete their triad and have young ones?
‘Patience, beloved.’ Lora, always the calm one, privately in his head. ‘It is early times yet. The bond is there, it will be completed.’
Chapter 6.
They went back to waiting, and to loving each other, and taking turns nursing Charlie when it would let them.
Norin’s own need ate at him, although he and Lora continued to pleasure each other. He had worried that the sight of Lora and him coupling would scare their wild one, but Lora just laughed. Their Charlie was an intelligent one and could learn by example.
He decided that this was an excellent thought. Clever Lora. He rolled Lora over onto his back on the big bed and knelt beside him, sucking on his breasts and biting gently at his neck until Lora’s blue cock was throbbing urgently against his rounded belly.
‘This is for the sake of the young one’, he assured Lora, who laughed at him. ‘No, really, maybe it can learn to do this. Or let me do this to it. Such a beautiful penis it has, such a waste to never feel any touch but its own hand.’
He took Lora’s beautiful dark blue length in his mouth, sucking and licking at the tip, teasing it into even fuller life. Lora moaned and held onto the back of his head, and he caught the thought that maybe having that soft hair to hang onto was a clever invention of their Charlie’s. Norin sucked harder and took more of him into his mouth, and Lora arched his hips off the bed, crying out in pleasure.
Norin stroked the heavy velvet sac beneath Lora’s penis, and sent Charlie the thought that this was a lovely thing to feel, to hold in the hand. Charlie stroked its own length and fondled its own sac, watching but still nervous of what could happen if it got too close.
Norin tickled into Lora’s hole with one finger, then offered the finger to Charlie, wondering if their sweet thing would like this sweet taste. It seemed nervous, but was still scared of offending, so it moved closer and licked his finger, and a look of delight came over its face. Norin smiled and purred, and Lora purred through his own rising waves of ecstasy. Charlie watched in a mix of wonder and trepidation as Norin sucked hard on his beloved’s length, delighting in the roughness of the barbs that pulled that sweet cock deeper and deeper into his throat, joining them, pulling them always closer together. Lora began to thrash around, close to climax, and Norin swallowed the whole length of his cock into his mouth, sucking it in hard, wanting all of it, needing to have his beloved’s release inside of him.
Charlie edged closer, suddenly brave from all the feelings of desire washing over it from its other two. Their wild thing moved closer to the other side of Lora and tentatively circled Lora’s leaking hole with a finger and then probed into that welcoming warmth with two fingers, and Lora gasped and cried out, shooting his release down Norin’s eager throat. As his orgasm completed Lora’s cock softened, releasing Norin’s mouth from the soft barbs that had so lovingly trapped him.
Their Charlie sat back in astonishment and sucked the sweet taste of Lora from its fingers, and when Norin had licked all he could get of Lora’s release off his beloved’s spent cock and his own lips, he pulled Charlie to him and gently kissed it on the lips. He felt their wild thing startle in his arms, and then explore the taste of Norin’s mouth and Lora’s seed with its tongue.
Their wild thing stared at him, brown eyes wide, licking its lips, and for a minute he was afraid it would bolt again, but then it cautiously leaned forward and kissed first Lora and then Norin. Norin pulled it carefully into his arms and cradled it, rocking it as he would a young one. He stroked it all over and kissed it, and it kissed him back, and for the first time he felt like it might be alright. The thoughts he was getting from it were of contentment and safety, and of maybe – finally - being home.
‘Beloved.’
For the first time, a tenuous ‘beloved?’ from their sweet one.
‘Yes, little one. Beloved. This is what loving is like.’
Sometimes wild and crazy, sometimes soft and sweet, but always about bringing the other pleasure. He thought that maybe their little one hadn’t had enough pleasure in its young life. They would make up for that.
Lora was off checking on his trees and not physically present on the happy day when Norin walked into their bathing room to find their sweet wild one swimming in the pond, its slender body cutting through the water as though it was a young sea creature. Norin squatted at the edge of the pool to watch, and stroked the hardening cock hanging between his legs while he did. Their Charlie was so beautiful, and every sight of it, every thought of it, made him throb with need, but he would be patient.
It surfaced, laughing, and then saw his erection in his hand, and came to a sudden stop. Norin wasn’t
sure what to do, so he waited. He had learned his lesson. Charlie moved slowly across the shallow water towards him and stopped again, almost close enough to touch.
He reached out mentally to Lora, letting him see what was happening.
‘Beloved?’
‘Give it the choice, beloved.’
Norin eased down slowly until he was sitting on the pond edge, his feet in the water. He dropped his hands to his sides, his erection now bobbing up between his legs. Charlie took the extra step and reached out to stroke the heavy sac at the base of his upright shaft, holding it gently in both hands, watching his face. Norin shut his eyes and purred in pleasure, and then felt his thick length being taken into soft hands and then a wet warm embrace. He gasped, and then heard Lora in his head.
‘Gentle, beloved, gentle. They do not have barbs.’
He retracted the first stage of his barbs, with an effort, and let the wild one suck on his erection as though it was a nipple, softly at first and then with more hunger, taking more and more of it into its mouth.
‘Lora, beloved ...’
‘Gods, yes, I feel that too, beloved. So good. What a clever one we have. A hungry clever one, and clever you for being gentle.’
Norin purred louder and gripped the edge of the pool so hard that his knuckles turned pale blue. He thrust his hips up despite himself, but their wild one just took him in deeper, and explored his leaking hole with a cautious finger. He moaned and clenched around it, and their Charlie pulled off of his erection long enough to taste the sweet juice before sucking his length back in again and pulling on it hard with his mouth.
He felt the finger and then two fingers push into him, and he rode them happily, sharing all the pleasure with Lora, who purred in his mind. They shared that with their Charlie, who was too busy to be surprised at the passionate voices invading his mind. Norin climaxed into Charlie’s mouth, hips pushing up and ass clenching, and felt nothing but pleasure from their Charlie as the wild one sucked his seed down. Pleasure that he had been able to bring Norin satisfaction, but it was a start.
When Norin was spent he stroked the soft head that was resting on his thigh, and then slid into the water to hold Charlie in his arms, nuzzling into its throat.
‘So beautiful. So good.’
Charlie hummed back, as close to a purr as the young thing could make, and Norin cautiously asked it if he could return the pleasure. Relaxed and happy, their Charlie could only hum into his throat and nibble on the sensitive skin there, and he took that for assent.
Norin raised that slender body up in his arms and let it float there, then kissed his way down the pale chest and stomach, worshipping gently. He tried not to think that one day that beloved stomach would be rounded with their child, and felt Lora laughing at him again.
‘Patience, beloved.’
He moved so that he was sitting on one of the wide steps, and let Charlie’s body rest on his lap, barely floating in the shallow water, and brought his mouth down to the bobbing penis at the junction if its thighs. That beautiful pale thing grew as soon as he touched it, so he touched it some more, and then sucked its whole length into his mouth. Gently, remembering gently. He felt Lora smile in his mind, through a mutual haze of desire and delight.
Their beloved arched its hips up to his mouth, and one of its arms came up and around his neck, its head hanging back as it gasped for breath. Norin felt like he was holding a sacrifice, a very precious one.
‘Gods, yes!’
This time it was Charlie crying out in pleasure, and both Norin and Lora smiled to hear it. Norin purred around that beautiful cock and sucked harder, and cradled the velvet sac behind the penis, proof that it was no young thing he held in his arms. Charlie writhed mindlessly as he moaned and held on tighter, and Norin would have sworn that no-one had ever brought their sweet one pleasure before.
He teased back between their small darling’s legs, letting the water lubricate, and sank a finger into their Charlie’s tight hole, and Charlie climaxed, shooting a stream of seed down his throat, jerking over and over again until it too was spent.
‘So beautiful, so sweet.’ Norin wasn’t sure if that was him or Lora, who had been there in his mind the whole time.
‘Loving, that was loving? Gods.’ That was Charlie, gasping for breath, collapsed in his arms. ‘Never let me go, please, never.’
‘Yes, loving. Never letting you go, beloved.’ And that was Norin and Lora, at the same time.
Chapter 7.
‘Norin: We have received a notice from the humans to the effect that we are harboring a criminal that belongs to them. They say that the survivor from the mining colony disaster that you attended is their property, and they want it back. Please advise.’
Norin sat staring at the notice, baffled. The humans had abused this little one, now they wanted it back? There must be some error. He advised to that effect. Their ambassador clarified.
‘They say they own it, and they want it back.’
How could they own it? In what way was it a criminal?
‘They say its parents sold it as a slave. The humans claim it escaped after the disaster, which makes it a criminal by their laws.’
The ambassador’s confusion was evident in the message. Selling a child was unheard of. This actually, in Norin’s view and probably the ambassador’s, made the parents the ones who were criminals.
Escaping from slavery would have been an intelligent decision, for this or any sentient being, but in any case it had not escaped, it had been rescued, and was now home.
Norin sent private messages about how the young one had been treated, and their ambassador shared his own feelings of revulsion. Nonetheless, there were treaties, and care had to be exercised. Reciprocity and precedent must be taken into account.
‘It is our third, Lora’s and mine, and will not go back.’
There was silence for a long time, several days, but Norin knew this wasn’t over. The ambassador would be thinking , and gathering evidence, and plotting. That was why he was an ambassador. He was good at plotting.
Norin shared this all with Lora privately, but not with Charlie. Their wild thing was just beginning to relax and feel safe, and this would not help it feel safe. It was not going back to the humans, ever. Norin and Lora both knew that, but they did not want their Charlie to be upset while discussions were being held.
Another message came.
‘A bonded mate cannot legally be parted from its triad. If it is bearing, so much the better.’
They had not, of course, bonded yet, and the ambassador would know this. This was his way of letting them know what they had to do.
Norin brooded, and Lora began spending more time with his trees, because this made him calmer and he could think better when he was calm. It didn’t occur to either of them that their Charlie, being a sentient being and a very clever one at that, was getting better at reading their thoughts, and their mail.
Even if they had known this, they wouldn’t have known that their sweet thing had only understood part of the messages passing back and forth, and had come to what was, for it, the logical conclusion. If it wasn’t bearing, it was going to be returned to the humans.
The next time Charlie and Norin were alone, Norin found himself on his back on the bed, with their sweet Charlie on top of him begging him to fuck it. He had to look up the meaning of that word, and then flinched.
‘We love, sweet one, we do not fuck.’
‘Need to, please, now.’
Norin understood about physical urges, and would have loved to assent, but he sensed something wrong with the sudden request.
‘Sweet beloved? What is wrong?’
Charlie shut down, and hid from him, and Norin wondered what he had done wrong that they were back to the beginning. All he could read from their sweet wild thing were waves of fear and desperation.
When Charlie was next alone with Lora, the scene was repeated. Lora, being the more intuitive of the two, managed to sort through some of wha
t was in their Charlie’s mind.
‘It has learned about the humans’ demand, beloved.’
‘Does it think it can bond with only one of us? That makes no sense.’
‘It may think it can become bearing with only one of us, beloved. Remember, their species mates in pairs. It is trying to become bearing so that it cannot be sent away.’
They sat together on their big bed, holding onto each other, trying to understand what their sweet one would be thinking, and how to reassure it. Then they went together to tell their Charlie that it was all right, that it was never going anywhere, bonded or not, bearing or not. Together the three of them would deal with this.
They couldn’t tell their Charlie that because they couldn’t find it. It was gone.
Norin was terrified at the thought of their Charlie being alone out there in a strange and potentially dangerous world, yet secretly pleased that it had been clever enough to figure out how to climb down a vine from the bathing pool to the roof below it, and from there to the street behind the house.
How it thought to survive in this world he didn’t know, and then he remembered its early terror, and that it would rather have died than submitted. He checked and discovered that his ceremonial knife, the one Charlie had held before, was gone. Now it was his turn to panic.
‘Beloved. No. He is alright, I can feel him, and so could you if you would calm down.’
Norin realized that it was easier to be rational and patient when there wasn’t someone he loved in danger. He calmed himself because his thoughts were making it harder for Lora to focus. Calming thoughts, breathing deeply, talking to himself like he was a young one. Whatever was necessary at that point, he would do it.
‘It has gone to the forests, beloved, where I took it those few times. It thinks to find refuge there.’
Lora hadn’t told their Charlie about the dangers that lurked at night because their young thing had seemed so carefree when they were there together, and there would be time for warnings later. It had been safe enough when it was with Lora in the daylight, but now it was alone, and it was already dusk. The two moons would give some light, but light to the hunters as well as the searchers.