MenageLost

by Cynthia Sax

  “You,” Xan declared, recklessly staking his claim on the dirty, smelly, wild female, wanting her for Furu and for himself. “We need a breeder.”

  “You need a breeder?” She stilled, her fingers curling around the rope, her exposed skin flushing a deep red. “That’s what you need?”

  “That’s what we need, Furu and I.” He breathed in, musky hot feminine arousal layering over the stench, and he smiled, confident he’d have her. “We’re taking you, female.”

  “If you can catch me.” She dropped her hands and backed away. “And if Steve allows you to take me.”

  “You’re a mere female and he’s a plant,” Xan scoffed.

  “Says the male he almost ate.” Her lips quirked upward. “And it must irk you, Xan, that a mere female saved your life.” She traipsed into the jungle, her laughter trailing behind her.

  She knows my name. Xan folded his body into two, his abs burning from the strain, and he extracted a dagger from his uniform. And she survived on this planet alone. He sawed at the braided vine, the strands fraying. A mere female survived. The primitive rope snapped and he dropped to the ground, his boots sinking into the moist earth.

  He reached down, scooped a handful of blue soil and brought his cupped palm to his nose, smelling the stench of decaying vegetation, her stench. Clever.

  Xan grinned, his blood pumping with the thrill of the hunt, exhilarated by the challenge of capturing her. I’ll best the female and give Furu the strong breeder he deserves, a breeder unlike any other.

  He moved the trap and carefully reset it, picturing a small bare foot snared in the rope. You’re ours, little female. Xan nodded, certain he’d catch her, his hunting prowess without equal.

  He tracked the female through the forest to a cave hollowed out of brilliant blue rock, an ash-filled circle of stone at its mouth. Her lair. He prowled around the small space, flaring his nostrils, savoring the scents of a recently extinguished fire and aroused female, the combination hardening his cock.

  Xan then followed her trail along a winding river, water rushing over the boulders in a symphony of sound. Where her footsteps had faded on the rock, branches were snapped into two, tiny yellow insects sipping on the spilled sap.

  He paused at edge of the waterfall, the pool of water deep and clear and cool, no signs of civilization dirtying the landscape, his surroundings wild and unbroken.

  Am I the first to stand in this exact spot, to see this view and smell this air? He lifted his chin, breathing deeply, the richness of the land invigorating him.

  I’ll claim this planet for Balazoid and the female for us.

  He spotted a delicate splash of pink nestled amidst the greenery. Hers. He plucked the strip of wet leather off a low-hanging tree branch and wound it around his arm, proudly wearing the proof of their breeder’s existence.

  Our breeder. Xan crouched by the shore, pressing his palm into the unnaturally deep imprint of her soles in the soil. She wants me to follow her. He stalked into the forest. Sweat pearled on his forehead, his uniform clinging to his moist body. Why? Rays of light shone through the canopy of trees, filtered through mist and tree branches. Insects chirped happily.

  Pink rodents nosed around a giant purple root. They scattered as he approached, grunting their alarm, the creatures resembling the Amani found on Balazoid, a planet he was told he’d never see again. Does Furu miss the Amani? Does he regret his decision to follow me? Xan’s resolve to give Furu the breeder he deserved strengthened.

  He spotted familiar pinkish-purple flowers. Steve. Xan glared at the damn deadly vine. Its thorns impaled one of the rodents, its four-legged victim’s blood flowing along the plant’s veins.

  Xan left the plant to its meal. He trekked up hills sporting gorgeous vistas and dipped into lush green valleys, crossing exhilaratingly diverse regions he’d explore and chart in the days to come. He glowered at Steve five more times in his travels, and he kicked the ashes of long extinguished fires, locations of the female’s camps.

  As the sun lowered, disappearing beneath the unbroken horizon, the leaves from the tallest trees glowed, illuminating the forest. Xan turned his head toward the location of the ship, torn between capturing their breeder and returning to Furu. His stomach rumbled with hunger, his lover’s food preparation skills unparalleled.

  “I’ll capture you tomorrow, female,” he promised. Laughter bubbled on the cool evening air, her joy too far away for him to pursue.

  Xan smiled, admiring her spirit, her bravado unexpected in a female. Everything about her is unexpected. He fingered the soft strip of pink leather. She will be ours, Furu. Xan strode toward the ship, his spirits high and his heart light, the humiliation of his exile forgotten.

  Chapter Two

  Steve edged one of his thick vines along the ground, his target the platter of food Xan had set upon a rock. The two bare-chested males sat around a roaring fire, the big warrior positioned protectively between his Balazoid lover and the forest where Mirian was hiding.

  “It’s a trap, Steve.” Mirian breathed deeply, her eyelids partially closed, the scent of spices and lightly charred meat tormenting her. “Don’t fall for it. You don’t want him thinking you’re a dumb plant.”

  Steve rustled his branches, arrogantly ignoring her warning, his blossoms fixed on his prize. As Mirian watched the unfolding drama, she peeled the skin off the orange-striped melon, the sweet consolation plucked from a nearby tree.

  A loop of braided vine snapped upward, the homemade rope singing through the air. Xan jumped to his feet and pulled his gun, aiming the weapon at the rock, his red eyes blazing in the dark.

  Steve slowly extended a single thorn skyward, and Mirian laughed, his human-like response learned from her. Furu grinned and Xan muttered words she couldn’t hear. Steve brashly snatched a piece of meat off the plate and impaled it on his thorns.

  “It’s cooked. You’re not going to like it.” She shook her head, her hair wet from her earlier dip in the pool, her body clean of the mud and grime.

  Steve sucked on the meat, the juices coursing into his thorns and along his veins. He shuddered, his leaves wilted, and he spat the stolen treat toward the two males, the piece of meat landing with a juicy splat beside Xan. The big male frowned, and Furu’s face fell, his bottom lip curling.

  “No offense to the chef,” Mirian called. “Steve prefers his meat raw.”

  “No one cares about Steve’s preferences,” Xan bellowed, and Furu’s smile returned, illuminating his handsome face. His lips moved, and the two males laughed, taking their seats around the fire.

  Companionship. I miss that. Mirian leaned against Steve’s thick trunk, an oppressive melancholy settling upon her, the emotion as heavy as the planet’s constant humidity. I can experience companionship once more if I give up my freedom. She held up a melon wedge, and Steve wrapped his leaves around it, taking her offering. Xan wants me as his breeder.

  Xan flung his arm across Furu’s shoulders, his muscles rippling, the thin band of leather he’d taken from her makeshift laundry station wrapped around his wrist. The males leaned into each other, both of their physiques pale and strong, one broad and bulging, the other lean and tight. They tilted their heads back.

  Mirian gazed up at the black sky also, the mist shielding the stars. Do they have families, loved ones, up there? She sighed with envy, having no one. “It is just you and I, Steve.” She popped a melon wedge into her mouth, wincing at the extreme sweetness, and she gave the plant the rest. “Sometimes I wish I could fuck you. All I have is my hand and my imagination.”

  Unless I allow them to capture me.

  Xan trailed his fingers through Furu’s tentacle hair, the strands winding around his hands, and Furu nuzzled against the warrior’s neck, nibbling on his pale skin, their affection achingly tender.

  As the two males loved each other with firm lips and big hands, Mirian stroked herself, dragging her fingertips up and down her neck, the decadent waves of sensation flowing to her pussy.

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nbsp; “That feels so good,” she moaned, unable to bear the silence, the constant solitude. “Yes, touch me,” Mirian pleaded, imagining it was the big warrior touching her with his lover watching, both of the males wanting her, their cocks hard, ready to fuck her.

  “Touch me all over.” She tugged the straps of leather away from her torso and cupped her breasts, her nipples aching for attention. “Suck on my breasts.” Mirian plucked at her sensitive flesh, pain mixing with her pleasure. “Ohhh…your mouth is so hot, so needy. Take what you want from me. My body is yours.”

  She ruthlessly squeezed her curves, and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, escalating her desire, her pussy dripping with moisture. “You feel good, huge and heavy.” Mirian flattened her palm against her fluttering stomach and pressed down, her body feverishly hot, the scent of her arousal mixing with the fragrance of melon. “I need. I need.”

  She spread her legs, the night breeze cooling her overheated flesh. “That’s it. That’s what I need. Come to me. Cover me with your hard muscle.” Mirian rubbed the soft leather covering her mons, the friction stimulating and erotic and not enough to please her.

  “Strip me naked.” She untied her leather panties, leaving her completely bare and open, exposed to the night. “And lay that big body over me.” She wiggled, pressing her ass back against Steve’s rough bark.

  “Stroke over me.” She skimmed her fingers along her folds, strumming her flesh until she hummed with arousal. “Get me nice and wet, prepping my pussy for your big cock. Furu will have his turn but I want you first.” Mirian circled her clit with her thumb, winding her passion tighter around her. “I’m gushing for you.” Her juices dripped down her arm. “Do you smell how ready I am?”

  A male groaned, the guttural emotion-laden sound ratcheting Mirian’s excitement skyward. “Do you want me too?” She dipped her fingers into her entrance. “Do you want to fuck me?” She rammed three fingers deep inside her and whimpered with delight, relishing the pinch of flesh stretched tight.

  “Then fuck me hard. Yes, I want it hard.” Mirian thrust in and out, in and out, recklessly ravishing her pussy with her fingers, knowing what she needed, what she craved. “Harder,” she cried, arching her back, driving her hips upward into her descending hand.

  She fucked herself with a wild abandonment, writhing and moaning, her passion as savage as the land around her. A fine layer of moisture covered her body, and the fragrance of her arousal scented the air.

  “More. I need more,” she demanded. She worked her pussy desperately, her need consuming her, temporarily staving off her loneliness. Her body tightened, and her thighs trembled.

  She flicked her clit with her thumb, and she screamed, the black night exploding with color, brighter than any bloom found on Viridi. Mirian flung her arms back and her hips upward, waves of pleasure sweeping over her shaking form.

  Mirian collapsed against Steve’s soft leaves, her limbs limp and her spirit drained, and she stared at the horizon, the silhouette of the planet she’d grown to love, the planet she called home, etched against the night sky. The torch trees glowed, redistributing the light they had collected during the day, creating a never-ending twilight.

  “I don’t want to leave here, to leave you.” Mirian stroked Steve’s bark, lovingly flicking the dirt from his crevices. “But I can’t live my life alone. I’ll go insane. My mind will splinter into a thousand pieces.”

  The males laughed, the sound emphasizing her solitude, their joy physically close yet emotionally out of reach.

  I’ll make the trade. She nodded, the decision feeling right. I’ll trade my freedom for a lifetime of companionship.

  * * * * *

  “What male is finding release within her?” Furu inhaled deeply, the air heavy with the mysterious female’s cock-hardening scent, the silence broken by her lusty cries, her sex talk painfully arousing.

  “Our breeder is fucking herself,” Xan muttered, his mood since they had arrived on the planet even more volatile than usual. “She intentionally torments us. Our female is cunning and clever.”

  “She may be cunning and clever but she’s not ours.” Furu shook his head, having walked away from that life, never to return. I am not my father.

  “She will be ours.” Xan grinned, his red eyes gleaming. “She’s unnatural, unlike any female I’ve seen, and I plan to capture her for you.” The big warrior hugged him close to his muscular chest, his body warm and hard.

  “I don’t want her captured.” Furu rested his hand on Xan’s pecs, splaying his fingers over the pale skin. “All I need, you give me willingly or the simulators provide.”

  Xan’s grin faded. “If you had remained on Balazoid, you’d have a breeder.”

  A breeder with hate-filled eyes. Furu blew out a ragged breath, tormented by memories of the enslaved females his father had forced him to use, memories he wished Xan never to have.

  “If I had remained on Balazoid, I wouldn’t have you.” Furu pressed his lips to Xan’s shoulder, tasting salt and absolution. “We said we’d create our own destiny. I want that destiny to be filled with freedom, for us and for others.”

  The Dreck’s jaw jutted, stubbornness lining his rugged face. “I’m capturing her, Furu.” He framed Furu’s face between his rough hands, forcing him to meet his gaze. “And when you find release in her pussy, planting your seed in her womb, I’ll find release in your tight ass.” Xan brushed his lips over Furu’s.

  Furu’s cock bobbed, restrained by his uniform. “You’ll find release inside her.” He cupped Xan’s balls, squeezing them gently through the leather. “You capture her, you keep her. I won’t share that guilt.”

  “Guilt?” Xan barked with laughter. “Capturing breeders is the Balazoid way.”

  “This isn’t the Balazoid way.” Furu followed the hard ridge of Xan’s erection, touching another male’s sexual organs forbidden. “If we’re following those rules, I should stop.”

  “If we’re following those rules, I shouldn’t keep her.” The warrior yanked Furu’s uniform down, freeing him, and Furu shivered, the night air refreshingly cool. “Drecks aren’t allowed breeders.”

  “You’d be the first Dreck with a breeder.” I’ll allow you that dubious honor before freeing her. Furu undressed Xan quickly, peeling the leather away from his lover’s body, eager to see all of him, his form rippling with muscle and power. The firelight flickered over his broad shoulders and bulging biceps, casting interesting shadows over his hipbones and erect shaft.

  “You like to be first.” Furu gazed at Xan with open admiration, remembering the moment they met. The warrior had strode into his private rooms, directly met his gaze, not at all intimidated by Furu’s lofty status, and arrogantly declared he’d have Furu, damn the consequences. In Xan’s red eyes, Furu had seen the strength and all-consuming passion he had been searching for. “And you take what you want. You always have.”

  He wants me. A dab of pre-cum balanced on the tip of Xan’s cock. Furu swiped his thumb over him, spreading his essence over ivory skin.

  Xan shuddered, his reaction gratifyingly intense. “When it came to you, Balazoid’s favorite son, I should have followed the rules.” A darkness drifted over his face. “But I’ll make it up to you, Furu, I promise,” he vowed.

  Furu parted his lips to protest and Xan leaned in, claiming his mouth, silencing him. He opened eagerly to his demanding lover, tasting the exotic spices he’d massaged into their meat. Their tongues tangled and tumbled and their cocks rubbed together, shaft gliding along shaft, softness and strength.

  Furu gripped Xan’s shoulders, seeking to hold on to the only being he’d ever loved, to clasp Xan to him forever, and Xan growled, his low animalistic rumble sending tremors through Furu’s body. This was why he’d defied his uncaring father to be with Xan, leaving his rigid life filled with pain and privilege and loneliness. This was all he needed.

  “I want you, Furu.” Xan squeezed Furu’s ass, his hands rough on his skin.

  Furu’s fin
gers trembled with eagerness as he scooped a container off a rock, this encounter planned for, anticipated, dreamed of. “Then take what you want.” He dipped his fingertips into the lube, the clear gel warmed by the fire. “Take me.” He ran his hands over Xan’s thick cock, generously coating his pale skin.

  Xan rolled his head back, his eyelids partially closed, his muscles flexing. Furu pumped the warrior’s shaft, working him with the firmness Xan liked. This big cock will soon be inside me. He clenched his ass cheeks, anticipating their illicit fucking, a fucking deemed wrong by the Balazoid council.

  “Enough.” Xan twisted the container out of Furu’s left hand and pushed him away. “I want to release in your ass, Balazoid.” He lifted Furu as though he weighed nothing and flipped him easily onto his hands and knees, the ground soft under him, the scent of grass mixing with aroused male and burning wood.

  Furu docilely faced the roaring fire, waiting for his lover, the heat licking at him. Xan wedged his hands between Furu’s ass cheeks, spreading him open. He prodded at his puckered hole with his lube-covered finger, liberally slicking his flesh, and Furu moaned with pleasure as Xan pushed his finger deeper, stretching him. He slid his finger in and out, in and out, adding a second finger and a third, filling him.

  “You’re so tight, Balazoid,” Xan rumbled. “Your ass is made for me.” He removed his fingers with a juicy pop and moved behind him, his cock pressing against Furu’s hole. Furu tensed, his own cock hard with want and need.

  “Mine.” Xan thrust into Furu’s ass, ruthlessly burying himself up to his base, and Furu bellowed shamelessly, overcome with the sensation of being dominated, of being owned by the larger male, pain mixing with his pleasure.

  Xan held on to Furu’s hips as he pulled out to his tip, and Furu squirmed, the emptiness unbearable. “Mine.” The warrior rammed his cock into Furu, the force swaying his body forward.