by Alyssa Hope
The three of them collapsed together in a happy pile of lovers, two of them purring and one humming, all smiling.
Chapter 6.
At the designated time the next morning he was leaning on his gate, looking every bit the farmer. George was at his side, but the pup was tucked away with Kira and Hana, and all three of them had orders to stay put.
An unofficial-looking truck pulled up, with a crate in the back, and that in itself made him feel sick. Seriously? They thought they were going to shove his two sweethearts into a crate in the back of a truck? Two men in ill-fitting uniforms got out and approached him, paperwork in hand. They seemed puzzled that Kira and Hana, or ‘the creatures’, as they called them, weren’t at the gate as well.
Jacob shrugged. “They’re around somewhere. Not like they listen to me or anything.”
He opened the gate a few feet, and then stopped and leaned on it. “You never did say why you wanted them?”
They launched into a poorly fabricated story of intergalactic theft and deception that he would had to have been an idiot to believe. He was just beginning to wonder why they weren’t doing a better job of lying to him when he realized that what they were actually doing was maneuvering to get out of the line of sight – or of shot – between him and the hillside behind them. He was indeed getting old, and careless.
He shot one of the men and George leapt through the opening in the gate and took down the other just as he felt a searing pain in his shoulder. He used their truck as cover, willing to stay there and wait as long as he had to, or until he bled to death. George wanted to go hunting, but he wasn’t sure how good a shot the guy up on the hillside was, so he made the big dog wait with him. Sooner or later the guy up on the hill would get stupid and come down to see what had happened.
In reality, Jacob and George didn’t have to wait that long. A high-pitched scream from up on the hillside was cut short, and he was still trying to figure out what that was about when Kira and Hana came down the hill dragging a body behind them, squabbling about who had killed it. So much for his sweet helpless little ones. The marks around the neck of their victim suggested that it had been strangled.
Jacob one, George one, Kira and Hana one. The puppy seemed rather disappointed that it hadn’t had a chance to kill anything.
Jacob stayed conscious long enough to call the local authorities, who weren’t thrilled at having to drive all the way out there to retrieve the bodies but agreed that leaving them for scavengers wouldn’t be a good idea. There was some muttering about charging him for garbage pick-up, but he pointed out that the garbage in question had somehow acquired police uniforms, which was a bit negligent on someone’s part, and they decided to call it even. There were some advantages to living on a backwards planet with not too many laws.
Kira and Hana dragged him back up to the house and kept him in bed for far longer than he would have though absolutely necessary for what turned out to be a flesh wound. It turned out that a great deal of mutual nursing, of the suckling variety, was required for him to heal, at least in their opinions. There were also a few other activities that might have qualified as therapy, perhaps. If his sweethearts had been able to drive the truck and make the town deliveries he might have stayed there in bed forever, and probably wouldn’t have minded.
Life settled back into their new normal. They fell into a happy routine of loving and being loved, taking care of the farm and the animals, and watching as their own little corner of the universe became greener and more productive. Jacob thought that his sweethearts were magic somehow, and they thought that he was pretty clever himself.
Jacob still thought of the two as his little sweethearts, and was gentle with them in the love-making, but one night they seemed to decide that enough was enough. Rolling around tickling and stroking suddenly resulted in him settling into the warm cradle of Hana’s spread legs, and his erection teasing at its leaking hole. The adult lover that he had been longing for was right there under him, and he moaned and thrust into it.
Hana cried out in joy and wrapped its legs around his hips, and he drove in, harder and harder as he realized that Hana wasn’t at all delicate, was in fact a lover who was every bit a match for his passion. Hana’s tight channel, only slightly rough now, convulsed around his thick cock, and he climaxed, shooting his seed deep with his sweet lover, emptying himself. When he was spent and lying exhausted on top on his sweetheart, he buried his face in its neck and sucked gently on that soft skin, trying to breathe again.
Hana rolled him off once his cock had softened within it, and he worried that he was too heavy for his little one, but his little one simply had other plans. He found himself flipped over on his back and Hana settling its sturdy body between his legs, purring down at him. Those clever little fingers probed at his hole and opened him up, twisting and crooking into him, getting him ready for the sweet invasion that was obviously about to come.
Jacob thought vaguely that they didn’t have lube, and this was probably going to hurt, but his clever lover used his own cum and its own sweet juice to coat its thick blue erection. He bent his knees up to welcome Hana in, and guided its beautiful long cock to his hole, and then thrust his hips up in invitation. Hana smiled down at him and purred, and then drove into him as though it was coming home after a long absence. He almost screamed at the sudden invasion of his hole, so tight after so many years with no lover, but then his body adjusted and Hana found a rhythm, and the burning sensation turned to something more like bliss.
Hana’s hands came to the back of his head and its long fingers sunk into his hair, holding his head still under its hungry mouth. Its tongue invaded his mouth even as that long thrusting cock invaded his body, keeping him from screaming out in pleasure or in pain. He wasn’t sure which it would have been, and wasn’t sure if he even cared right then.
That oddly ridged cock pounded into him again and again, and at every pass of every ridge over his prostrate he cried out until it was one long cry, and all he could do was scream and thrash under his lover. His hips bucked up and he gripped with his channel, clenching with his ass, trying to keep the pleasure coming, all of that beautiful long shaft pounding into him.
He tried to wrap his legs around Hana’s narrow hips, to draw his sweet lover closer, but his legs were suddenly pulled roughly apart by a different set of hands. He opened his eyes in shock and astonishment as Hana’s thrusting took on a whole new urgency and a different rhythm, and he looked over his lover’s shoulder to see Kira behind Hana, thrusting hard into its hole. Kira, still the bigger of the two and nearly as heavy as him now, was holding his legs up and apart and using all of its weight to pound into Hana as it drove in repeatedly, both of them smiling down at him, purring wildly. Kira fucking Hana, Hana fucking him, and it was all making love, not fucking, and everything he had always been missing in his life.
In the light of an alien moon, looking up into the dark eyes of his two lovers as they found release in him and each other, purrs vibrating through all their bodies, Jacob finally knew that he’d come home, and he was where he was supposed to be. He cried out and climaxed again just as Hana filled his smooth channel with hot alien seed, and Kira filled Hana, mixing human and alien within that one warm receptacle.
When they were all spent, they lay together like that for a while, just because it felt so good to feel the weight of each other’s body’s, and then rolled off to spoon, Jacob in the middle between his sweethearts, wrapped in their arms. He wondered when it had gone from his keeping them safe to them keeping him safe, but he was too tired to think about it, and fell asleep in that happy sandwich.
Chapter 7.
This time his mother initiated the call, and she wasn’t laughing any more. She had just received information to the effect that his sweethearts’ home planet wanted them back, and was offering a considerable reward for their return. There was no doubt that it was all official and quite proper this time. The offer of a reward explained why the scuzballs had wanted them, but
left Jacob with a wrenching fear. He couldn’t fight an entire planet, and the galaxy wasn’t a big enough place to hide.
The official notice that followed, addressed to him, was equally genuine. They appreciated him taking care of their citizens, but now those two were going home. Nothing was said about whether or not they wanted to go anywhere. He answered with an even more urgent message that they were home, and this time it was him who felt the hysteria.
Jacob panicked. He didn’t even shut the comm device down, he just ran, trying to find his lovers, calling out their names, thinking that he could keep them safe if they were in his arms. He was overwhelmed by a certainty that they had run out of time. The two met him in the yard, having felt his panic and something more, some telepathic component of that notice addressed to them, telling them that they were leaving their lover. Kira and Hana wrapped themselves around him, trying to keep all of them together and safe, repeating their vow, ‘Now we all belong to each other. Always. Always’, but it wasn’t enough.
There was an overwhelming rush of emotion and thought from everywhere around him, and then he felt like he was being ripped apart. He felt his sweethearts, truly his hearts, fighting whatever was attacking them all and separating them, trying to explain something, trying to hang onto him, but they weren’t strong enough.
Jacob screamed and fell to the ground, the arms that had been holding his lovers empty. He thought it was just a nightmare and he would wake up, but there was just the echo of his scream, and then his empty sobs, and then he lay there in the dirt alone, gutted, waiting to die, because there was nothing left.
George finally nudged him to his feet and he went through the motions of feeding the animals and milking the goats, because they shouldn’t have to suffer, but he didn’t care anymore. Dorn showed up, Jacob’s mother apparently having contacted him, but Jacob didn’t care, couldn’t care. Dorn went away and came back with someone who he said was his sister, and another person, and they put him into his lonely bed and the two women took care of the animals and the greenhouses.
He didn’t know why they were bothering. Nothing mattered anymore. They brought him food, which he didn’t eat, and gave him reports on how everything was doing, which he didn’t listen to.
Jacob dreamed of his lovers and the laughter that had filled his life, and tried to stay asleep because when he was asleep and dreaming they were still there with him. He knew he had finally, thankfully, died, when they really were there with him again, and he was back in their arms. His first suspicion that he was awake and they were really back with him came when sharp little teeth bit into his nipple.
He was flooded with images, that sorted themselves out when Kira managed to shut Hana up long enough to explain what had happened. He was nursing on Kira’s breast at the time, which may have given it precedence. Kira explained that the elder beings from their home world were trying to bring all of their stolen children home. They had not understood that Kira and Hana had a new home now, and that they were bonded to Jacob, not being kept as pets or held prisoner by him. It was all okay now, and they were really home, to stay this time. Forever.
Their bonded status had swayed the opinion in their favor, as had Hana’s breeding condition. That got his attention. Hana’s what?
Hana looked smug. Pregnant. One of his little lovers was pregnant? Kira looked slightly jealous and pointed out that it was only a matter of time before it was pregnant, too, and in fact if they got busy all three of them could be pregnant very soon. Jacob was still processing the implications of that when he found himself surrounded by thoughts of love and hope and wild enthusiasm for the future, and very real hungry mouths and caressing hands, and happy purring vibrations. Whether he was dead or alive, this was a good place to be. Alive, they assured him, very much alive, and they set out to prove it.
They got busy, and their fertile corner of the planet turned out to be very fertile indeed.
The happy end.
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It turns out that this is part of a trilogy of stand-alone stories about characters from the same worlds. Look for Norin’s Wild Thing and Zack’s Little Darling.
Alyssa