Clemmons pulled his lips from her nipple with a pop, and she again lunged at him, trying to connect either her lips or tit back to his mouth, but his strong arms again pressed her back onto the sofa. He stood and pulled her pants from her legs and tossed them across the room before he leaned to lift her from the couch. He carried her this time to the dining room chair, and lowered Shane to her feet. Turning her so her back was to him, Clemmons tenderly pushed her shoulders so she leaned over the back of the chair.
As she gripped the seat of the chair, Shane expected a slight delay as he exposed his cock before feeling him enter her pussy or ass from behind. Instead, Clemmons knelt behind her, and his hands held her hips as his tongue traced wet tracks up her thighs. He licked slowly around the cheeks of her ass before he pulled her hips against him, and his tongue swirled delightfully around her anus. Shane flexed her hips back, and Clemmons flicked his tongue into her pussy, lapping at her and adding the wetness of his mouth to that flowing freely from her.
She leaned as far forward as the chair would allow, and his tongue darted to dance over her clit. Flicking and pressing his tongue against the hard bud, Clemmons pumped his head, and between fluttering passes over her clit, his tongue darted into her pussy, fucking her over and over again.
Clemmons reached around the back of the chair and took her nipples between his fingers. Rolling her breasts with his palms, he firmly squeezed with his thumbs and fingers, and the combined actions of his tongue and hands pushed Shane over the edge. Lights exploded in her vision, and her pulse drummed in her ears. Her screams of pleasure came choppy as Clemmons licked her pussy, and her breath was short and rapid. Between leaning on the chair and Clemmons hands holding her, Shane managed not to fall to the floor. As she twitched, Clemmons stood and again swept her into his arms. He held her close and touched his lips softly to hers. The scent of her pussy on his breath made a delightful blend that served only to intensify the tremors that rocked her body and the shooting stars that raced through her vision.
As her body calmed from the shaking of her climax, he lowered her to the sofa and knelt beside her. Clemmons smiled at her and brushed his hair from his face.
"You should rest a little. The doctor said you needed to take it easy for a day or two."
She was tired, but there was so much she wanted to say—and do—to him, but her eyes felt heavy and relaxation worked its way slowly over her. He held her close to him and Shane felt sleep overtake her.
* * * *
As he sat on the floor beside Shane's sleeping form on the couch, Clemmons wondered how this would all play out in the end. He'd never had a tendency to mislead himself or mince words, and he knew that sometime over the last couple of weeks he'd fallen in love with this beautiful young woman.
He'd learned from the doctors that Shane wasn't really a young woman. Clemmons didn't understand the situation fully, but it seemed that, despite other similarities, humans aged slower than his people. Even though the conversion between his year and a human year was close, he was about thirty human-years old, and Landis was not quite thirty-five. Shane, however, was nearly eighty. He'd guessed her to be about his age, maybe even a year or two younger. It was, Clemmons believed, her age that made Shane so self-assured and competent.
He also knew it didn't matter to him how old she was. Shane was beautiful, smart, funny, caring, and a million other things that all made her attractive. It was all those things, plus an uncountable number of others he couldn't define, that made Shane who she was, and it was who she was that made him love her.
And Clemmons knew Landis would have the same feelings and thoughts. He understood fully that Landis had fallen in love with this wondrous woman as well.
Perhaps this polyamory Shane spoke of had some merit; maybe it offered an answer to the triangle formed over the last few weeks. Again, Clemmons knew it didn't matter at all. Soon, Shane and her people would leave here, and he and Landis would again be together, alone and without Shane.
Clemmons wondered what he and Landis would do without Shane and without a cause to fight for. In one fell swoop, he had gained and lost so much.
* * * *
Landis sat carefully on the sofa in Shane's cabin. He hadn't gotten used to the new legs the science—or maybe it was magic—of Shane's people had given him. The doctor denied it, but Landis thought the new legs were a little shorter than his old ones, because he stumbled now and then.
He was more concerned about the changed relationships around him, though. When he woke up, Shane and Clemmons had been there to greet him. Both had hugged him and kissed him deeply, and both had shed a few tears of happiness, though Clemmons tried to hold them back. They had told him an abbreviated version of what had happened in the cave and about Shane's injuries. Landis was happy Clemmons hadn't been hurt and Shane was safe, but something else had happened in the cave, even though neither of them told him so.
Both Shane and Clemmons were attentive to him, and both touched him often, more often than simple social interactions called for, but he watched the two of them react to each other. When Shane looked at him, Landis could feel the tenderness and attraction she held for him. The same applied when Clemmons looked at him. But when Clemmons and Shane looked at each other, he saw the same look on their faces.
Even though he never expected to see either of them again, Landis knew when he insisted on creating the distraction that let Clemmons enter the cave he ran the risk of Shane falling for Clemmons. He was, after all, the one actually rescuing her, and of course, she would be attracted to that. He'd had no choice, though, because Clemmons's skills gave the best chance to rescue her. Landis tried to feel no remorse over that, but it wasn't working out very well for him.
Shane sat down beside him and kissed his cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Other than these short legs, I'm fine."
She glanced at Clemmons where he sat across the small table in an armchair. "There are some things we all need to talk about. Clemmons and I have talked about it a little, so we have a bit of a head start on you."
Landis knew this was coming, and he couldn't do anything about it. That didn't mean he liked it, though. "I suppose we do, but I want you both to know I understand. I won't get in the way."
Clemmons chuckled a little. "You don't understand, at least no more than I did before Shane and I talked."
"I think I do understand." Landis took a deep breath. "You two have fallen in love."
"Yes, we have." Shane sighed. "That doesn't mean Clemmons doesn't love you, and it doesn't stop me from loving you."
He shook his head. Landis did appreciate the two trying to soften the blow, but it was better to get it over with. "That's true, but it's not the same. You two are really in love, and that's how it should be."
Clemmons stood and walked around the table to sit down next to him, sandwiching him between the two lovers. "Stop thinking, Landis. You always do that and over-think things. What Shane is trying to say is it's possible to be in love with more than one person."
"That's crazy." Landis wondered if Clemmons had taken a blow to the head while in the cave.
Shane took his hand in hers, and her skin was warm and soft against his. When he looked up and into her remarkable eyes, he again saw reflections of clouds there, even though they were in her cabin on the ship, far from the blue skies of the planet. "It's not crazy. While it's not really the norm, my people have many such relationships. We call it polyamory, and it works."
Clemmons took his other hand and squeezed. "I didn't mean to fall for Shane, but it happened. I love you as much as I ever have, but I love Shane, too."
Landis thought about that. His love for Clemmons hadn't flagged, but he loved Shane, too. While he knew it was a dead-end road, he still loved Anna. In truth, when he faced the facts, Landis loved three people, each with everything in him. Maybe he'd been living this idea of polyamory for a long time now without even knowing it.
* * * *
Shane leaned forward and kiss
ed Landis's cheek again. The confused looked had faded from his face, and he stared straight ahead, his brow knitted in consternation. She wondered what he saw in his mind. He'd had a lot thrown at him in a short time, and she knew he considered the situation the three of them now faced, but she couldn't help wondering if he believed the idea might work.
Landis turned away from her and looked at Clemmons. She couldn't see his face, but Shane heard the smile in his voice. "I do love you, and I hope you know that."
Clemmons smiled brightly. "Yes, I do, and I love you, too."
He turned back to face her, and Landis smiled. It was a soft smile, and Shane knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. "And I do love you, too."
She thought a tear might be trying to escape her eye, so she brushed her hand at the corner. "I know. And I can admit now that I've fallen in love with you, and Clemmons, too."
Shane reached up and put her arms around Landis's neck. As she hugged him, Clemmons encircled them both in his big arms, and the three sat hugging one another for several minutes. Suddenly, Landis and Clemmons broke away from the mutual embrace, and Landis stood up.
He moved to sit on the other side of her, placing her between him and Clemmons. Landis stumbled a little as he sat down. "Fucking legs."
She couldn't stifle a small giggle, but Landis interrupted the little laugh by pressing his lips to hers. The humor flashed off like a light, and Shane pressed her tongue against his lips. His taste filled her mouth, and she trembled with the delectable flavor as Clemmons moved his hands over her back from where he sat behind her.
Clemmons's hands ran up and down her back, kneading the muscles for a few moments as Landis's tongue ran deep into her mouth. When Clemmons slipped his hands to her sides, Shane flinched a little as his touch tickled her ribs. When his hands reached around to fondle her breasts, waves of desire replaced the playful jerks of delight.
Shane wasn't sure whose hand gripped her hair and pulled her head away from Landis's kiss, but almost as soon as her lips moved away from Landis, Clemmons kissed her deeply, his flavor mixing with the lingering taste of Landis. She turned slightly to better face Clemmons, and Landis's hands slowly stroked her chest and stomach. Waves of shivers ran through her, making her tremble and vibrate as heat spread across her body.
The men stood and pulled Shane to her feet. When she dressed this morning, she'd opted for her casual uniform jumpsuit, and Landis eased the zipper all the way down. Clemmons slipped the material from her shoulders, and the outfit fell from her to rest like a cloud around her ankles. Kicking the uniform from her feet, Shane turned to face Clemmons. He kissed her again, and Landis worked at the clasp of her bra. Once he'd mastered the fastener, Landis pulled her panties down her legs, leaving her naked in the middle of the sitting room of her cabin.
Shane felt a little guilt at losing track of where Landis was while she kissed Clemmons, but not much. The movements of Clemmons's hands over her bare skin and the taste of his lips on hers distracted her in the extreme, and she found herself focused totally on Clemmons.
Shane hugged and kissed Clemmons, and she found out what Landis had been doing when he moved in close behind her. Landis's nude body pressed against her, sandwiching her between the two men, as his cock pressed hard to her back. Again, a hand gripped her hair and pulled her away from Clemmons, and she turned to face Landis. His mouth pressed hard against hers, his tongue dancing in her mouth as the firm muscles of his naked body touched her.
As she kissed Landis, it was now Shane's turn to feel a little guilty about missing what Clemmons was doing and where he was. Her desires and fantasies were running faster than a starship on an emergency call, and all she could focus on was kissing and touching Landis. She slipped her arm from around his neck and traced down his body. She gripped his hard cock in her hand, and Landis trembled as she swirled her finger around the bulging head of his dick.
Suddenly, Clemmons was back, and he stepped in close behind Shane, rubbing his cock with his hand, spreading glistening fluid over the head and shaft. His arms reached around to pull both her and Landis close to him, and his cock felt like a rock against her body. Landis stepped back a little, and Clemmons lifted her by her hips. Easing her down slowly, the head of his dick pressed against her anus. Shane wiggled a little and relaxed, and Clemmons's dick slipped slowly into her ass as she sighed with pleasure. Landis stepped forward again, and he thrust into her pussy, his cock filling her.
Shane shook as the men pinned her between them, pumping slowly in her ass and pussy. As they fucked her, Landis kissed her face while Clemmons nibbled at her neck and ears.
A million fantasies from the past flooded through Shane's mind as the men filled her, and her orgasm raced at her. Shane knew she had problems to solve, but right now all she wanted was to love the men who loved her. The problems faded as fast as they had come to her mind, replaced by the pounding thunder of her racing heart in her ears and the velvet grip of her climax as she shuddered and rocked between the men.
When the tremors of her orgasm faded a little, Landis stepped back and lifted her from Clemmons's cock. Without a word, the men led her to the bathroom and into the shower. Clemmons worked the controls, and they stood together, hugging and kissing one another as the warm water ran down their bodies and they soaped and rinsed together.
Clemmons sat down on the seat in the shower and pulled Shane to him. Straddling his legs as she faced him, Shane eased her hips down onto his rigid dick. His cock slipped easily into her pussy, and her climax seemed to pick up where it left off. Chills ran through her, despite the warm water of the shower and the hot male bodies pressing against her skin. Shane leaned forward and kissed Clemmons, the moisture of his lips and mouth mixing with the flow of the shower, and her hips rocked rhythmically on his cock, pumping his length in and out of her pussy.
Landis stepped around behind the stool, and his dick rested beside Clemmons's head. Shane pulled her lips from Clemmons's mouth and licked the swollen head of Landis's cock. As she kissed the end of Landis's dick, Clemmons reached up to pull her head forward, causing the huge shaft to slip between her lips and run to the back of her throat. Landis jerked, and his cock pumped in time to the dick filling her pussy.
Clemmons used her hair to pull Shane's mouth from Landis's cock, and he turned his head to the side. As she watched, Clemmons took Landis's dick in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bulging head, and she caught herself licking her lips with the desire to taste Landis's cum. Landis pulled his cock from Clemmons's mouth and thrust it into hers. Pumping back and forth, Landis moved his dick from her mouth to Clemmons's and back again.
Just as Shane's climax hit her in earnest for the second time, Clemmons shook under her, and his cock throbbed hard in her pussy. He thrust up, gaining every last millimeter of penetration as his cum filled her. Clemmons grunted, and his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her tight against him.
Landis jerked hard, his legs managing to hold him upright, and he pulled back slightly, his cock popping from between Shane's lips. When cum spurted from his dick, it splashed across her lips and sprayed onto Clemmons's cheek. Clemmons turned to her, and he licked Landis's load from her face as she kissed and licked to get her share of the salty fluid.
When their breathing slowed to something near normal, the three tenderly washed and dried each other, and they went to the bedroom where they all embraced on the bed.
Clemmons, ever the pragmatic one, sighed heavily. "So what now? You leave in a few days."
Shane smiled inside. "I may have a few ideas on that one."
* * * *
Elsa was happy Admiral Q was back from vacation, but she was puzzled nonetheless. She was used to seeing him in his Lord Admiral of the Fleet uniform. Instead of the midnight black uniform adorned with the emblem of the empire and the five gold stars of his rank, Q wore a casual orange shirt covered with pink and white flowers. He looked like a tourist on a beach of some tropical paradise. She could almost
picture him sitting in a beach chair, sipping at a drink with a little umbrella stuck in it...with her in a bikini sitting next to him.
The Admiral frowned a little. "This is all highly irregular, Captain Davis."
She snapped back to reality just as her daydream self was getting ready to lose the bikini top. "I know, Sir, but I think the idea has some value." Elsa swallowed, choking off the last of the fantasy. "These two men will give us some additional points of view on cultures we may contact in the future."
"That may be true, but the entire affair has been irregular from the start." He glanced down at some papers on his desk. "It's good the Emperor likes you. Kidnapping a king is not a good thing."
"I'll agree with that, but it all worked out in the end."
"Perhaps. Admiral Reeves and the Emperor like your style, and if the truth were told, so do I, but the Senate is less than impressed." Q pushed the papers aside. "But since this is purely in the jurisdiction of the Emperor as both safety of the Empire and first contact, the Senate doesn't count."
Elsa nodded. "So what about keeping these two knights on Daedalus?"
"It's your ship, Captain Davis, and I won't tell you how to run it, but I will remind you that you can't go around the galaxy picking up passengers along the way. First, Daedalus is one of His Majesty's Fleet ships and not a taxi. Second, you have only so much room."
"I understand, Sir."
"I wonder about that."
She couldn't help herself. "How was your vacation, Admiral?"
"Boring." He waved his hand. "Despite being with humans for all these years, I have yet to grasp the need for going someplace and being unproductive for two weeks a year."
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