Love in Troubled Times: MFM Alien Romance

by Gayle Riley

  “Well? Come here, boys,” She purred, licked her lips. Leo stepped forward first, almost immediately, being led near literally by his dick, and he was rewarded with Barb’s lips clasped around that same dick a few seconds later, the buckle of his belt dangling about his hips. Nate stood back, waiting his turn, but Barb crooked a finger, gestured to beckon him forward without taking Leo out of her mouth. As she continued to bob on his friend’s dick, Barb reached over and undid Nate’s pants, transferring her sucking mouth from Leo to him, balancing Nate on her tongue for a moment to speak up.

  “I don’t know if you closed the store up or what, boys,” she said, her words slurred by the cock in her mouth, “but I’d be quiet if I were you. Don’t want to give the game away.”

  As it transpired, both men had had the foresight to ensure the Hard Tack would be closed for now, but that didn’t stop the situation from playing out strangely to them anyway. Both Nate and Leo had spent so much time behind this very counter, serving customers or watching through the window as one or the other of them tended to the horses outside, that to receive a blowjob at it seemed unnatural, an upending of a routine that had come to define their time here. Not that either of them were complaining about this, as the beautiful pregnant blond knelt before them, stroking and sucking, switching her attentions from one to the other with a smooth, practiced grace. As she slid her mouth down one shaft, her hand wrapped around the other, masturbating the throbbing rod slickly through a lubricating sheen of saliva. Just before the latter began to feel neglected she would switch, swallowing it while jacking the other, her sense of timing unerring and perfect.

  But, for however long she knelt there, whatever the level of intensity with which Barb fellated them, she never let either man come.

  Oh, she could tell, by the throbbing of their members and the tension in their muscles, when it was about to happen, but each such signal only prompted her to back off and prolong things; a cock on the edge of orgasm could expect to be relegated to the soft touches of Barbara’s hand, while its owner gripped the counter tightly and perhaps murmured a request for more below. Barb would only ever laugh in response, the sound huffing and choked, as she sucked off the other man.

  “Do we have to carry you upstairs or what, Barb?” Leo asked, his voice strained and a tad desperate, after both had lost count of the number of times this teasing game had been played on them. ‘Come on, now!’

  “I wouldn’t mind that,” she giggled in response, and reached up with both her hands. Without needing to be told, Nate and Leo grabbed one each and, carefully, hauled the pregnant woman back to her feet, whereupon she was duly hefted bodily off of those same feet by two needy, enthusiastic men. Pregnancy had made her somewhat ungainly, but between them, Nate and Leo were able to carry the giggling, squirming woman upstairs and, for the first time, through into Nate’s bedroom, the Hard Tack’s master bedroom. A room fit for what was about to transpire.

  They began stripping Barb of her clothes before even reaching the bed, dragging down her skirt as the three of them awkwardly marched their way toward the mattress, setting the woman down only when she was fully naked. Nate descended upon her first, taking one large, pink nipple in his mouth as he guided Barb onto her back, and himself between her legs. Leo circled, predatory and interested, part watching, part looking for an opening. Barb’s legs parted automatically to the pressure of a hot, wanting male body atop her, and already hard and teased as he was, Nate slid easily inside her, up to the hilt in her tight, wet hole. Maternal hormones had turned Barb sensitive, and she gasped at the intrusion, her back arching.

  “Yee-ha!” She laughed, the sound devolving into a moan as Nate began to move within her. Hungry eyes looked to Leo as he crawled onto the bed beside her head, offering his erection to her once more. Barb opened her mouth without a second thought, and allowed the younger man to push between her lips, groaning formlessly around him as Nate, her strange contradiction, her rich little cowboy with his own little ranch store, scythed his hips in fast, forceful motions. Speed borne of lust, of teasing, of a simple need to enjoy her with Leo, three friends working toward mutual pleasure.

  The two men worshiped her pregnant body, running lips and hands over the curves maternity had given her, running tickling touches across sensitive skin until the woman between them squirmed and cried out senselessly, that beautiful, heavy body wracked with orgasmic spasms. She came, and having come once, found herself deeply receptive to climax, orgasms coming quickly and plentifully as Nate played with her clit and Leo reached down to fondle her breasts. Shivering, sucking, fucked and fucking in turn, Barb closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of having two handsome men focusing their attentions entirely on her.

  At the first spurting heat of Nate’s climax within her, Barbara gasped and undulated her hips, her pussy squeezing down on his pulsating shaft, milking the seed from him as he grunted and pushed into her as deeply as he possibly could. Furiously, she bobbed her head on Leo’s member, running her tongue into all the sensitive places she could remember from their previous dalliance, urging him to come along with them, pleading with her big blue eyes for him to fill her mouth, let her taste it, please…

  He tipped his head back as he released, Barb’s tongue fluttering across the head of his cock as his cream spurted onto it, swallowing eagerly. For a glorious, burning moment the three of them hung in orgasm together, connected and trembling, consumed with pleasure. Releasing such tension came with a deep exhalation of breath from the trio, an almost simultaneous flop onto the bed, loose limbed and exhausted. There was silence, broken by the panting of people in satisfied exhaustion, the bed creaking as they moved, just slightly, closer to one another.

  It came to Leo first, then, that this might be the last time they got to do any such thing; Nate would have to return to the city eventually, if only temporarily, and Barb herself was only here on vacation. She would leave with the most permanence of any of them, and if they didn’t get some form of concrete contact with her before she did, she might just be gone for good. Actually opening his mouth to ask, however, was harder than he thought it would be, as though he were admitting to some difficult thing, some nascent emotional tie that, in the shadow of their first threesome, had been tenuously forged and could just as easily be broken.

  “So, I’ve been thinking,” Barb injected into that silence, stopping Leo before he could say even one word. “This place, Remlow Creek? Maybe it’s a good place to raise a kid.”

  “Why is that the first place you go after we just fucked your brains out, girl?” Nate pulled himself up onto one elbow, though not without effort, his body still tired from what they had just done. When Barb moved to reply, she did so by sitting almost completely upright, leaning in to kiss first Nate, then Leo, on the mouth, tenderness flowing from the gesture at such an intensity that, when she pulled away, both men were blushing. She kept one hand on each of the recumbent men, tousling their hair fondly.

  “Because,” she said, with the air of someone coming to a decision that would influence a large part of her life going forward. “Right now, I just can’t stop thinking about the people in it, Mister Hawke. Maybe I come back out, once I’ve, you know, stopped being pregnant.”

  Nate and Leo looked at each another, and then back to Barb. They both nodded, solemnly, the common receivers of a shared understanding.

  After all, Remlow Creek did have a habit of keeping the people who came there.

  THE END

  Bonus 4 of 30

  Desire: Her Two Rivals

  Description

  The fate of two tribes rests on the back of one marriage between the two. But what happens when the bride gets pregnant by the wrong man?

  The Dulak hold their tribe’s values above all else. While on the other side of the river, their rival, the Shawon, value honor most. When Floraka, ‘Flora’, is chosen to be the link between the two tribes, she’s forced to choose between her kind and her rival. Hot passion erupts between her and he
r guard before the ceremony. How will her newly wedded husband deal with the break in honor? A steamy tale of sensual breeding gone wrong or a gift in disguise?

  Can she keep the secret or will her husband find another way to get revenge for breeding his wife?

  Chapter 1

  The heated mating instincts of the female bear-shifters in the Dulak tribe were at their highest the night before a full moon. Their pheromones stuck to the very trees populating the expanding forest that separated the Dulak tribe and their rival, the Shawon. Every bear nearby could pick up on the potent aroma, especially in the small portion of the forest their tribe called home. It quickly became a custom out of necessity to find all of the females and have them locked away and protected by the only males not affected. They were thought to be born without the senses for a female mate and as such were specially trained to deal with the hordes of lustful males that came for the females in heat.

  The males in their tribe weren’t the only ones affected.

  In time, curious males from the rival tribe across the forest also picked up on the scent. They would wander the landscape in search of the smell, females lost in an endless sea of lust unable to control themselves around them. Many moons rose and fell and, with them, were the warriors sworn to protect the females. The Shawon, with their savagery, would take the females for their own and never allow them to be seen again.

  Both tribes were in a state of disarray, but the Dulak’s leader was convinced that he would bring order to the two tribes. He knew there had to be a way.

  Time went on. Countless battles ensued due to the confusion and aggression brought about from the males on both sides of the rivalry. So much blood had been shed. Too much blood. The battlefields being the homes of mothers and fathers wanting nothing more than to protect what they had.

  It’d finally become too much for either side to handle.

  ***

  The tribal leader of the Dulak, his long and tattered grey hair blowing in the wind looked on at the visitors lumbering through the gates to their village. Sage-like stares were on all of the bears in the group, scraps of clothing stuck to their bodies from when they were men. One rose to its hind legs and bellowed lowly. A sign of respect to the leader of the Dulak.

  The opposite bowed his head in return. Around the visiting leader, his bear followers scouted around the village conversing with the others there. It only made the feeling of uneasiness more apparent in the air, everything still. Pine needles paraded up the Dulak leader’s spine as he was forced to smile courteously.

  “Ah,” the Dulak leader started to say, stepping down from his seat. “It’s finally time then, isn’t it?” He opened his arms in a welcoming way, but the bears were as weary as he pretended not to be.

  The bear, once on his hind legs, had reverted back to a human. A much younger counterpart to the Dulak leader, the Shawon was young and full of energy. Battle scars outlined his entire body—even around his loincloth and traces of muscle. “I’ve thought long and hard about this one for a long time. I think it’s time that things changed for the better.”

  “I have no choice but to agree… My people… They are broken,” the Dulak leader said.

  “As are mine,” the Shawon leader replied sorrowfully. His eyes lost contact with the other leader for a while. Pain split him at the moment, but it didn’t take him long to come back to it.

  “So…” The Dulak looked away. “If we are to mend this, then we both must sacrifice. I believe that was agreed upon through the messenger, was it not?”

  “It was indeed,” the Shawon leader replied. “I give you my son and you give me someone you regard as a daughter. Whoever that may be is not a worry of mine. She just needs to be in deep heat in order to take my son’s seed. Is that understood, at least?”

  “Of course it is. If it is to stop this quarreling, then we must do all that we can… But she isn’t going alone.”

  “Do tell.”

  “Her mind is far too fixated on the heat to stay clear. She needs someone strong to keep her aligned. I’m sending with her one of the strongest and best from this village to accompany her and then, only then, will she be taken by one of your men.”

  The younger leader stroked his chin for a short while. A few glances shifted between him and his bear-kind. “And what of the child that is conceived?”

  “Then they will raise it together. Another sign of our unity.” He hesitated. “Come now, you must realize this is for…”

  “Yes, yes… I know. I’ll agree to your conditions, but if anything goes wrong during any of this, then there will be blood shed once more.”

  The elder leader extended his hand and the younger took it, giving it a firm shake.

  Chapter 2

  Flora stared out the window in her room, feeling the heat between her legs growing hotter with each passing moment. She’d been condemned there by the tribe leader, Delson, as a way of protecting her. The throbbing, aching need pulsing through her and making her fingers tirelessly twirl in her long, dark hair was starting to drive her past the point of seeing reason. Hoping to distract herself from the buff, shirtless men patrolling outside, she turned her attention to the bare walls around her. Being an outdoorsy type of woman, Flora didn’t waste time decorating her space, but in this instance, she wished she had.

  There was only one thing in the room to distract herself aside from the bed she lay on or the scattered dressers—a mirror. Looking into her reflection, Flora lost herself for a moment. The wavy hair that covered her shoulders and flowed down her barely concealed, perky DD-cup breasts hidden just behind a thin cloth across both of the hardened nipples. Flora quietly groaned each time one of the sensitive nubs rubbed against the soft, but hard-pressed fabric.

  Below her exposed mid-drift was where her hand started to wander, sinking between her legs. Flora’s eyes started to slowly close as her head tilted back and a soft hand caressed between her thighs. She nearly lost herself in the moment before violently jerking upward, coming back into reality with both eyes shot wide open. Flora looked around the small room made of aged logs and sighed. “I can’t take this any longer,” she admitted to herself. “Maybe if I could just release a little bit of it, then… I can stay sane for just a little while longer…”

  A twinge of warmth ran up Flora’s spine and settled at the back of her head as she swung an arm over the window frame, looking through it again. She subtly licked her lips, eyeing the chiseled abs and beefy biceps on the warriors passing by. Despite herself, she couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting further downward to their loincloths and the longer she gazed at the bouncing clothes, the louder the growls from her bear grew. Every fiber in her being told her to beckon him—call to him that she wanted him—needed him.

  Flora bit down on her lip, but when that failed to keep her thoughts from bubbling to the surface, she bit her finger. Should I really be doing this…? Quickly turned into, how have I not done this already?

  A confident smile naturally formed on her face as she gestured to one of the men to come closer. The dark and tall muscle-clad stud looked focused, and yet, clueless at the same time. He had the sort of look someone lost would have while also being an intimidating, towering beast of a man. Flora couldn’t even begin to imagine what he looked like shifted. His braided hair covered his shoulders, but gave him a more innocent look as he cocked his head to the side and asked, “Did you need something?”

  The man’s deep, husky voice sent shivers down Flora’s spine—even through the glass. Flora opened the window as widely as she could, making sure to adjust herself in front of the man for several minutes before answering. “It depends, handsome. Are you willing to help?” Flora asked in a sultry, seductive voice.

  The man didn’t seem to be fazed by Flora at all and replied, “Of course I am. Whatever you need.”

  “Well, you see… I’ve been having this aching feeling for the longest time and there’s only one way to get rid of it…” Flora bit down on her lip softly and reach
ed out to the man to move a few stray strands of hair away from his face as she looked into his deep, dark brown eyes. She could sense a change in the male as she cupped his chin, slowly pulling him toward her. “I need a big, strong man to help me relieve some of this…tension. Do you think you can help…um…?”

  “Liak. My name is Liak, ma’am,” the man responded, pulling his head away from Flora’s grasp. “I-I’m sorry… I was given very strict orders on not doing that… I don’t even know if I’d want to…”

  Liak turned his head to the side, but Flora used two fingers to tilt his chin so that their eyes met again. “So, you’re not even a little curious?” she asked with a smirk wedged in the side of her mouth.

  “Maybe…a little,” Liak grumbled. Flora could feel his warmth in her palm.

  “I just need some relief, Liak… Nothing more and nothing less,” Flora said warmly.

  “Well… Maybe I could make a small exception just this once…” Liak replied, reaching down to gasp his steadily rising loincloth for a moment.

  “That’s a good boy. Just come around the front and I’ll let you in. I’m sure you’ll know what to do from there.”

  Chapter 3

  The tall, dark male strode into Flora’s bedroom with the confidence of a thousand men. He didn’t bother trying to hide his thick, bobbing cock as it barely kept its tip hidden behind the light fabric of the loin cloth. Flora grinned, sprawled out on the bed and beckoning to Liak with a finger. Hint of a grin on his face, he came nearer, but stopped just before he reached the side of her bed.