A Menage Made On Madison [The Federation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Serena Akeroyd

  “Porn stars?” he asked, confused.

  “Sex stars. And I have to squirt.” She flushed. “Only that stops the rut.”

  “This squirting hurts?”

  “It seems to be something Shuzon females can do easily, but it takes work for a human female. It doesn’t hurt, but I was really sore afterward.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to think about it, I just want to do it.”

  She reached for the hand he had delved between her legs, and moved it toward his mouth. When he immediately parted his lips, she grinned. “How do I taste?”

  “Like nectar.”

  “That good?” she teased. “Fancy more of a taste?”

  He growled, and before she could do more than shriek, his hands came to hold the part of her thigh that met with her butt, and with such a precarious hold, he lifted her up as he sank back onto the bed. She ended up on her knees, her pussy directly over his face. Not once, in those handful of seconds, did she feel any fear. She knew that Rafer would hurt himself before he hurt her, and she knew that he wouldn’t put himself in a situation where he wasn’t in control.

  She looked forward to more gymnastics in the bedroom department, because as strong as Knox was, Rafer’s military training was quite evident in the stone-hard muscles she’d just unwrapped.

  She had a few more seconds to catch her breath before she quivered at the hot wash of air running along the lips of her cunt. A tremor raced down her spine, and she cried out as his mouth finally bore down on her most intimate self. His tongue traced the lips shielding her sex, tugging them into his mouth and suckling them, filling his mouth with her taste. He groaned against her pussy when he fucked his tongue into her, and the subsequent vibration had her crying out again. He thrust the tiny muscle in as deep as he could go, laving the entrance of her sex with such attention that she wanted to scream.

  Her hands scrabbled with the hem of her dress, and she almost ripped it off as she tore it overhead. The desperate need to be as bare as he was came out of nowhere, but once her skin was bathed in the temperate atmosphere of the room, she relaxed, only to shriek as his tongue moved, his lips with it, and he clamped the small muscles around the nub that had so fascinated him.

  He mumbled something, words she didn’t understand and couldn’t care less about. All she felt were the vibrations. More of them, deliciously setting her alight with the power of his kiss on her most sensitive part.

  She fell forward slightly and used her hands to prop herself up on his stomach. His cocks were close, the single eyes peering at her like Cyclopes from the old tales of mythology on Earth. She studied them, and allowed herself to fall further forward until they were a hairsbreadth from her lips.

  “I can’t come yet, Rafer,” she warned him as she sank her mouth onto his primary shaft. His groan triggered one of her own when she grabbed both of his cocks, pressed them together, and began to flicker her tongue along both rims. They were too wide for her to even try to thrust them into her mouth. Instead, she focused on teasing the heads, on flickering her tongue over the tiny holes that even now were weeping salty liquid.

  She licked it up, shuddering every now and then as his tongue worked its own particular magic on her. They teased and tormented each other, using only their mouths as weapons. Within mins, both of them were panting like crazy. The sounds of their groans and heavy pants filled the room with a music of its own beauty.

  Even though she could still feel hesitant about the rest of the notte, her nerves eased with his every touch. This was Rafer, not a stranger as Knox had been at the time of her first Ceremony. This was a man she wanted desperately. Who she needed, and loved.

  “Rafer?” she cried out. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  His answering growl filled her blood with fire. She groaned herself when she felt him turn her around, using those deliciously strong muscles to position her right where he wanted her. Within seconds, his cocks were aligned with her pussy. She grabbed them both together and pressed them against the entrance to her cunt. Her butt was in no way ready to be fucked by him, not without a lube stick, at any rate. She grunted as the heads penetrated her pussy, and she slowly rocked her hips, letting him sink in deep until not an inch wasn’t branded by him.

  For a second, she allowed herself to note the differences between him and Knox. They were both similar in size and length, but they weren’t the same. It thrilled her to feel him deep inside, deep where she’d been needing him, and for so long. She allowed herself to sit there, full of him, pussy choking with his thickness, with his length.

  “Parker? Love?” he gritted out, his hands coming to clamp down on her hips.

  Her eyes, when she opened them, were filled with a fiery heat that seared him, and Rafer had to suck in a breath at the sight of her. His mate. Right where she should be. Filled with him.

  The last time they’d had sex, Knox had only let him fuck her with his primary shaft. He knew that was because using both cocks would trigger the Ceremony, but that was the only real knowledge he had on the actual ritual. And now that both of his cocks were in her, he could already feel something stirring in him. In his very core.

  It shamed him how quickly this would be over, but Parker was right. Now he was in her, now that both of his cocks were basking in the tight clasp of her cunt, his instincts were overtaking him.

  He didn’t wait for her to shift. Instead he used his grip on her hips to move her. To forcibly move her up and down his length. She cried out as he fucked her, and he watched through eyes that somehow didn’t belong to him, as she slumped over, her muscles turning to goo as he forced every inch of his cocks deep inside her.

  Her groans were like music to his ears. He heard them, allowed them to urge him on, to incite him to completion.

  He came with a roar, his cum pelting out in what felt like an explosion. His grunts came faster as he bathed her with his seed, filling her with his essence, and only slowed when his orgasm came to a halt.

  The sound of her thready breathing shamed him, and he knew she hadn’t come, knew she hadn’t found release. He blinked open bleary eyes to see her, still slumped over him, tremors racking her frame. He knew she was close, knew he could easily take her to her pleasure. He reached for her, intent on doing just that, but she shook her head, almost as though she could read his mind.

  “No. I can’t come yet. I need to be worked up to it.”

  He frowned, then grunted out, “This ‘squirting’ business?”

  Her lips came together in a weak smile. “Yes. This squirting business.”

  He thought back to the few Shuzon females he’d fucked, which weren’t many, but the ones he could remember, did release liquid upon the moment of their climax. “Is it so hard for your body to give me this release?”

  She jerked a shoulder. “Maybe for some it isn’t, but I didn’t realize…I didn’t know how important it was to the Ceremony until I researched the whole thing. Knox managed to do it, but I don’t think even he knows how. I just remember that it took me an age to come, and when I did, the liquid came, and Knox finally stopped rutting.”

  It was only as her words penetrated that he realized he’d come but his cocks were still harder than stone. When she started to lift herself off him, he growled, and his hands clamped down on her hips. “Where are you going?” he demanded. He urged her forward until she was close to his chest, and then took the opportunity to roll her over onto her back.

  The instant his cocks settled in deep, the pair of them moaned, and Rafer’s hips began to work of their own accord. They rocked back and forth, needing to get deeper, needing to touch her as much as he could. Needing her to become a part of him.

  His brain was filled with white noise. No sounds seemed to penetrate the fizzy silence in his head, not even the moans he could see were escaping her lips, the small exhalations of air that brushed his cheek. He felt but didn’t hear, and he just needed her. Needed to be in her. Needed her to crave him as hard as he did her.

  His hips shot up in p
ace and suddenly, release was there. His eyes were blind as his cum skyrocketed from his cocks and the second the pulsations came to a stop, he pulled out of her. Only then, when his cocks were free from the vicious clamp of her cunt, did his senses come back to him. He looked down at her red and pink pussy, could see how tender she was from his harsh fucking, but the beast that had come from nowhere also saw the oozing wetness that started to seep from her sex.

  He watched as his quadruple dose of seed escaped. Trickling down the curves of her cunt, slipping between the tender lips. Startlingly white against her soft pinkness. His hands seemed to work of their own accord. His fingers intercepted the flow of liquid silk and he caught it, then began to rub it into her cunt and further down. He traced the pucker of her butt, lubing it up with his own cum. Rafer slipped a finger inside, then another. He moved closer to her cunt, so close his nose was a mere whisper of breath away from her pussy. The scent of him and her together filled his senses and made that white noise reappear in his head.

  He tried to shake it off. It was almost like being drunk, but with less control over his body. He watched blindly as she spread her legs wider, letting him touch her butt a little more. He felt her relax, but wasn’t sure why. Had the tables been turned and she’d been in the position of control with this strange beast filling his senses, he wouldn’t have relaxed.

  When she began to moan as he fingered her ass, he removed his fingers and quickly flipped her over onto her belly. He helped her kneel, and before she even had a chance to breathe, he was covering her. His primary shaft nudging at her butt, his secondary at her cunt. She gasped as he demanded entrance, his hips inexorably pushing forward and his cocks starting the slide into the body that belonged to him.

  He made sure that his belly and chest covered every inch of her back. He needed her to know that she was beneath him. Somehow, and for some reason, that was incredibly important to him. That she knew she was, and always would be, under his protection.

  He pressed his mouth to the side of her throat, and sucked down hard on the silky flesh there. He let her hold them upright, and used his hands to grab her breasts, to squeeze and pluck at her nipples.

  This time, the white noise had slipped to the back of his mind, and he could hear her wispy gasps, filled with longing and need. They empowered him somehow, urged that inner beast into a tirenza, a frenzy of need that he’d never before experienced. Not even when his cocks were deeply cushioned by his mate’s body did he feel at ease, he needed to stake his claim, needed for her to be full of his cum so she’d know she belonged to him.

  The urge was like a sneaky whisper in his ear. It rode him like he rode her. Hard, fast, without mercy. Her sharp cries of pleasure fed him, urged him on, and when his cocks burst, pleasure sliding through his veins instead of blood, he bit down on her shoulder and pinched her nipples so hard she cried out.

  The sluggish pelt of his seed came to a halt, and with it, his senses returned for a second. Beneath him, his mate was trembling. Hard. So fiercely that her quivers spread to him.

  Rafer pulled away, horrified at the state he’d reduced his mate to. He didn’t understand why he’d been pushing her so badly, why he’d come three times and still didn’t feel sated. His lungs burned as he pulled in hard, deep breaths.

  “P–Parker? Baby, are you okay?” he whispered, his own words shaky.

  “I need to lie down.”

  While his brain was still working, he forced himself to move and to help her get comfortable. The instant she was flat on her back though, his eyes found themselves glued to her cunt again. More seed escaped. More of his cum.

  Before she had the chance to suck in more than a handful of breaths, he’d reached over her, bent so close that his nose was once again near her cunt. He slipped a finger inside her pussy and grimaced at her groan, but it didn’t stop him. Now, a different need filled him. The need to hear her cry with pleasure. He eyed her, looked at the quivering mess that was his mate, and urges he’d never before experienced overcame him.

  She was his. He needed to make her his.

  The thought had his already hard cocks pulsing, and he fisted them even as he stayed close to her cunt, their mingled essences never far away as a desperate urge to climax overcame him. He jacked himself off with quick, hard strokes. The desperation to come had appeared out of nowhere but it was urgent, almost like he hadn’t climaxed three times already! As his release ensued, he jerked up and made sure his seed landed on Parker’s spread legs.

  How many times he came that notte, he didn’t even know. Knox had been right when he’d said that he couldn’t remember most of it, because with every single climax came a deletion of his memory. every single orgasm was erased so his hunger was constant, endless. It felt like she’d denied him pleasure each and every time, when it was the complete opposite.

  Only when he realized that she hadn’t orgasmed did it take on supreme importance, but each and every time, the same thing happened. His seed felt like it bubbled and boiled in his body, and that if he didn’t release it, it would burn him from the inside out.

  She let him maneuver her on the bed, let him fuck her however he needed, a willing receptacle for his lusts, and each and every time, the need to claim her took him to different heights.

  Only when she started sobbing did he break out of the tirenza flooding his veins. He had to blink at the sound. Hearing her cry was like the lash of a whip to his back, and he’d experienced that punishment far too many times in his life to ignore the warning.

  “Parker?” He muttered her name hoarsely, remorse loading down his tone.

  Her gulp was audible. “I’m ready, Rafer.”

  He blinked again, and was about to ask her what she was ready for. The question seemed dumb, but his brain was frazzled. One too many orgasms seemed to have temporarily fried his mind. At least he hoped it wasn’t permanent. He didn’t have to utter the question, because she reached for his hand and pressed it toward her cunt. It was then he realized the tears weren’t of pain, but of need. She needed him. And somehow, that realization shut down every other thought process. The tirenza had another purpose now. He’d filled her with his seed, claimed her with his essence. Her skin was marked with his release, and she scented of him, inside and out. Now, he had a different task ahead.

  When his fingers carefully roamed over the tender flesh of her cunt, she cried out. He could tell she was sore, and he knew he’d used her fiercely. Guilt tried to clamor at him, but the emotion didn’t stay with him long. He couldn’t seem to hold onto his thoughts. His focus could only contain the one urge.

  He bent down and pressed his lips about her clit. Her long, low moan made him groan with the pleasure of it. Her body was one long vibration beneath him, and her desire shouted at him, demanded that he finally give her release. His fingers parted the bruised lips that guarded her well-fucked sex, the pussy that belonged to him, and he carefully pushed one in deep.

  As he tugged at her clit with his lips and tongue, he fucked her with his finger. Her hips began to undulate at his touch, and he inserted another digit, scissoring them, then gently bending them and pressing down as he thrust his fingers in and out. She stiffened at that move, and he sucked down on her clit harder. He released the nub, then lashed it with his tongue as he moved his fingers faster, and the dual attack had her legs coming up to clamp about his shoulders. He could feel her heels digging into the muscles in his back, and her nails raking through his hair as her hands came to clasp his head to keep it right where it was.

  She was taut, throbbing, and she was his. The thought made him growl against her cunt, which in turn made her shriek. Her butt lifted off the mattress, and he fucked another finger into her, shafting her hard with the digits, raking down the tender walls of her cunt, seeking something, he didn’t know what, but knowing it was there instinctively. He released her clit from his mouth, and arched up and away, coming to rest on his sore hip. He didn’t feel an ounce of pain or discomfort. Even if it had been there, he
wouldn’t have recognized it for what it was. His brain was focused and he knew she was close.

  He bent over to clamp his lips around a nipple, and her breasts bobbed and swayed with her movements as she rolled with each thrust of his hand into her cunt. Her panting breaths added to the sway and the urge to bite down, hard, drove him into action. He timed it, like a beast waiting for his prey, watching before he leapt into the fray. As his fingers thrust hard and deep, he bit, teeth snapping down. Her scream echoed around the room, and with it, his fingers were suddenly coated in liquid release. He pulled his hand away quickly, and his eyes popped open, intent on seeing the spray of cum as it gushed out of her cunt.

  She cried and yelled. Then her shrieks fell into long gulps of air as she tried to calm her breathing. The scent coating the bed and his fingers was like nothing he’d ever smelled before. He sat up, moving away from her, intent on investigating this new perfume hovering in the air. It was her. Parker. And it was him. Rafer. He’d driven her to that release, and his scent was imbued in the cum she’d gushed.

  Parker groaned when she watched him bend down to the bed to sniff the linens. She tried to care, she really did, but she was just fucking relieved it was over. She’d watched Knox do the exact same thing sixty annals ago. She hadn’t understood it then, and didn’t now, even though she’d read up on the Ceremony and knew it was a primal act that linked the modern deya Shuzon with their Neanderthal brethren—their version of Neanderthal anyway.

  It made sense, insofar as it was possible to be linked to a people that hadn’t existed for millennia, but who was she to judge their ways? She was just relieved that was the last time she’d ever have to go through it again.

  It had been just as bad as the first time, only, she wouldn’t lie, the end had justified the means. The hardest part was holding back, not giving into the climax—it went against the grain not to come.

  Even as she lay back, well-fucked and limp with it, her nerves still sparked and sizzled as she felt him sniffing her. His tongue flickered out every now and then, tasting her, making sure she was scented with him.