MenageLost

by Cynthia Sax

  Xan rode him hard, using him without mercy, without tenderness, skin slapping against skin. “Harder,” Furu commanded, his ass warming with the impact, the burn accentuating every point of contact. “Fuck me with everything you have.” He wanted Xan to have nothing left, squelching his desire to physically conquer an unwilling female, to trap her as his father’s breeders and Furu’s own mother had been trapped. “You only need me, Xan.”

  “Only you,” Xan grunted, his breath ragged and his thrusts savagely deep. Furu embraced the sweet agony, desperate to please his lover, to satisfy him. Xan reached around his body and grabbed Furu’s cock, yanking on him with each surge forward.

  “Fuck, Xan,” Furu groaned, the need to release tremendous. “You’re too much.” Xan surrounded him, his cock ravishing Furu’s ass and his rough palm sliding along Furu’s shaft.

  “You can take me,” Xan growled, giving Furu no choice, his hold thrillingly secure, his rhythm punishing.

  “I want to take you.” Furu curled his fingers into the dirt as he pushed back into his thrusts, meeting Xan halfway. His muscles pulled and stretched. His balls throbbed with pain. Sweat dripped between his shoulder blades, his skin slippery with effort. He closed his eyes, his full concentration focused on delaying his release.

  “You want me.” Xan’s hand over his groin lowered, and Furu whimpered. “Release for your Dreck, Balazoid.” He squeezed Furu’s balls.

  “Xan!” Furu’s world exploded with fire and light, his body flushing with intense heat. Cum jetted out of his cock and landed on the dirt, marking the planet, a part of them to remain on Viridi forever.

  “Furu!” Xan roared, surging forward. Heat filled Furu’s channel, soothing the ache, and the warrior shuddered, his hard muscles rubbing into Furu’s leaner form, the friction delightful.

  “Fuck.” Xan collapsed on top of him. Furu grunted, struggling to bear his lover’s weight, his arms and legs aching with the effort.

  “Too damn delicate.” Xan pushed away from him. “If I do that to our female, I’ll break her.” His cock slipped out of Furu’s ass, leaving him empty. “We’ll use the breeding chair for release.”

  Restraining her completely, binding her to a future she doesn’t desire, filling our happy home with hate and guilt. A shiver rolled up Furu’s spine.

  “We won’t ever place her in the breeding chair.” Furu rocked back onto his heels and gazed up at his Dreck lover. “We’ll treat her as we want others to treat us.”

  “We’ll accept her.” Xan stared into the forest, his head turned toward his mysterious female, his red eyes gleaming. “Respect her.” His normally grim lips curled upward into a small smile.

  “And give her a choice,” Furu murmured, doubting any female, however unnatural, would ever choose to be a breeder. “Fuck the rules.”

  Xan laughed.

  Chapter Three

  Mirian lay in the tall grass and watched the men, excitement fluttering in her stomach. Today, I make contact with the handsome, less dominant one. Furu crouched by a tree trunk, a handheld device in his palm. Xan lurked by his side, his head turned in Mirian’s direction, frustration reflected in his rugged face. He’d hunted her for three days, and for three days, she’d avoided capture, unwilling to give up her independence until she had talked to his lover.

  “Now, Steve,” she whispered to the plant behind her.

  Bright blue apoidea buzzed from flower to flower, pollinating the plants. The grass swayed in the wind. Drops of perspiration formed on her bare arms. Nothing big and dramatic and distracting happened.

  “Steve.” She looked over her shoulder. The plant tilted his blooms upward, avoiding her gaze. “You promised.” Steve didn’t move, and Mirian narrowed her eyes. “Hmmm…” She tapped her index finger against her lips, changing tactics. “I guess Xan is right. He is smarter than you.”

  A vine whistled through the air, the sound echoing through the forest. Winged insects filled the air, the cloud of black and orange hovering over the location of the released trap.

  Xan straightened and gazed in that direction. He looked back at where Mirian hid and his gaze returned to the trap. His mouth moved, his words too softly spoken to hear, and he sprinted into the forest.

  “Keep him busy and wish me luck.” Mirian gathered up an armful of assorted fruits, a friendship offering of sorts, and she cautiously approached Furu.

  A frown pulled at his perfect lips and not a hint of color marred his high cheekbones, his skin resembling white rock polished smooth by a stream. Mirian’s palms moistened, her fingers brown and calloused and painfully average.

  “You should leave. He’ll return soon.” Furu clipped his words, his coolness contrasting vividly with the warmth he showed Xan.

  “No, he won’t.” Another trap sprung as though to emphasize her words. “Steve will keep him busy for hours.” She set her offering on a flat rock before Furu, determined to make conversation, needing to talk to another being. “These are all edible. These three need to be peeled.” She tapped the fruit. “Don’t eat the seeds of that one.” She pointed at the offender. “They’ll upset your stomachs.”

  Furu turned away from her and jabbed the ground with a long metal spike, a wire connecting the probe to his handheld. The tiny machine beeped.

  “Are you testing the acidity of the soil?” Mirian shuffled closer to him, the exotic aroma of spices teasing her nostrils. “I’ve been testing a region similar to this daily for over nine years. The acidity varies based on the vegetation present and the quality of the water. By the stream—”

  “We don’t need your so-called expertise, female.” Furu stood, his spine rigidly straight, his bearing regal. “That isn’t why Xan is hunting you.” He gazed down his nose at her, the height differential less than with his lover yet still significant, making Mirian feel small and unworthy. “He wants you for our breeder.”

  “And you?” She stared at the Balazoid, unable to look away, having never seen a being so beautiful and so cold. “What do you want?”

  “I don’t want a breeder.” His words dripped with ice, freezing her to the bone.

  “You don’t want me?” Mirian dug her fingernails into her palm, redirecting her pain. “Then fuck you.” She glared at him.

  “No.” He held her gaze, his expression chillingly devoid of emotion. “If you were our breeder, I would fuck you. And Xan would fuck you. And any Balazoid we met would take a turn sticking his cock in your pussy. You couldn’t do anything about it. You’d be locked in a metal chair, your body restrained, your mouth muzzled and your legs spread.”

  Mirian took a step back and Furu’s eyes gleamed with triumph. He’s trying to scare me. She raised her chin. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

  “It’s the Balazoid way.” His gaze slid from hers. “Balazoids don’t care about any individual. They only care about the cause.”

  “Yet you care about Xan and he cares about you.” She picked up a small melon, transferring it back and forth between her hands, expelling some of her nervous energy. “He loves you.” Red streaked across Furu’s pale cheekbones. “Is love between two males the Balazoid way?”

  He pressed his lips together, his silence confirming her suspicions.

  “I bet Xan didn’t have a choice. He took one look at you and fell head over heels in love.” Mirian peeled the melon, the juices spraying over her fingertips, the scent light and clean.

  Furu watched her, his gaze tracking her movements. “If Xan catches you, he’ll never let you go,” he warned through clenched teeth.

  “If he catches me.” She held out a piece of melon. “I haven’t decided when I’ll allow that yet.”

  His eyes glinted with an emotion resembling respect. “Xan won’t ask for your permission.”

  “That’s too bad because he’ll need it.” Mirian waved the melon close to his handsome face. “Try this. It’s sweet.”

  Furu’s fingers brushed hers as he took the slice, and a zing of awareness shot up her arm, tightening h
er nipples. “Haven’t you decided to be caught now?” His gaze dropped to her chest. “You came to us.”

  “I came to you.” She arched her back slightly, brazenly sticking out her small breasts.

  His tongue darted over his lips, leaving a glistening trail of moisture. “Why me?” He tilted his head, his tentacle hair lifting, reaching out to her. “Why not Xan?”

  Should I flirt some more, play coy? Mirian lowered her gaze. The bulge in Furu’s pants scattered those plans, her need for his cock savage and undeniable. “Because while I want both of you,” she tossed the remainder of the melon into the bush, freeing her hands, “I want you first.”

  Furu turned his piece of melon over and over in his long elegant fingers, lines feathering between his finely arched eyebrows, his contemplation endearingly serious and frustratingly slow. Mirian dug her bare toes into the ground, waiting for his decision.

  “Xan would want to be first,” he finally replied, the ice in his voice heating, thawing, warming her entire body, rewarding her for her patience. “He likes to be first in everything.”

  “Xan isn’t here.” She leaned forward and placed her hands on his bare chest, eagerly taking control of their sexual encounter, interpreting his feeble protest as consent.

  “You won’t deny him.” Furu shuddered, his involuntary response emboldening her.

  “I doubt I could.” She stroked his lean body, his skin smooth and soft. I can’t remember the last time I touched someone. “As you can’t deny me.”

  “I can’t,” Furu murmured, his chest rising and falling, his eyes partially closed.

  “And I can’t stop touching you.” Mirian explored his flat abs with her fingertips. “You’re beautiful, stunning, almost addictive.”

  His face flushed pink. “I’m not beautiful.” He stood still, his hands curled into fists at his sides, a rigid arousing statue neither encouraging nor preventing his seduction.

  “You are. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” Mirian skimmed her knuckles over his ribs and a tremor rolled over him. “I wonder what you taste like.” She pressed her lips to his shoulder, licking beads of moisture flavored with salt and warm male. “Hmmm…if your skin tastes this good, your cum must be delicious.” She lowered her hands, brazenly stroking over the ridge in his pants, taking advantage of his immobility.

  “I dreamed of the two of you last night,” Mirian whispered into his ear. “It was a hot, sexy dream.” She flicked his earlobe with her tongue, and he trembled. “I sucked you dry while Xan fucked your ass.”

  “Xan was right. You’re…unnatural.” Furu’s cock stretched the leather, pushing into her palm. “Females don’t dream of offering release and Balazoids don’t find release in mouths.”

  “Xan found release in your mouth last night.” Mirian felt the length of him, playing with his concealed cock head. “He thrust his huge cock between your beautiful lips and roared his love. He was so loud, so satisfied by you, the entire planet heard him come.” She squeezed her thighs together, the memory damn hot. “Then you coated the ground with your cum.” She clucked her tongue. “What a waste. I would have savored every drop.”

  Furu’s lips twisted. His head tipped to the side, his tentacles squirming.

  “Every…last…drop,” she repeated, lowering her voice to a husky purr. Furu squeezed his eyes closed, jutting his jaw, a muscle in his cheek ticking. “I would have caught your cum on my tongue and lapped you up.”

  His eyelids flew open and he met her gaze, his eyes a rich, turbulent red. Mirian parted her lips, not disguising her need, and Furu groaned, the deep rumble rolling up his torso.

  “Show me.” He yanked his pants open, revealing his cock, as long and gorgeous and perfect as the rest of him.

  “Oh I’ll show you. I’ll blow you and your fuckin’ mind.” Mirian dropped to her knees before Furu and pulled down his pants, the muscles in his thighs rock-hard. “Xan won’t mind if I suck you off? If you shoot your cum down my throat?” She cupped his balls, his flesh smooth as stone.

  “If he was here, he’d want your mouth also.” Furu gazed down at her, expecting her to pleasure him, claiming it as though it were his right.

  I’ll pleasure him so well, he’ll keep me forever. “I’m glad he’s not here.” She smiled at Furu. “Because you’re more than enough for me.”

  I’ll take what she gives me and that’s it. I won’t force her. I won’t even touch her. Furu struggled to maintain his composure as the female, their female, kneeled in front of him, gazing up at him with an open admiration he’d never seen on another being’s face, a uniquely feminine power radiating from her tiny form.

  She handled his body masterfully, generously, freely, weighing his balls and rolling them in her fascinatingly golden hands. Her fingers slid over him, rough and arousing, similar to Xan’s yet smaller and more flexible.

  She isn’t a breeder. She wants this. She chooses to touch me.

  “Your balls resemble the rarest, purest metamorphic rock,” she cooed, her breath warm on his skin. “Even your veins are exquisite.” She traced one with her fingertip, sending tremors straight to the tip of his cock.

  His face heated. “You talk too much, female,” he grumbled, uncomfortable with her compliments, uncertain how to respond to them. Does she truly believe I’m beautiful?

  “Sorry.” She skimmed her fingers over his shaft.

  He bobbed, needing more, needing her, guilt and shame edging his desire. She’s no helpless breeder. This is her choice. She’s in control.

  “I’ve been alone for so long. I had to talk to myself or go mad.” She circled the rim of his cock head round and round, winding his own desire tightly around him. “And my name’s Mirian, not female.” She scrunched up her nose.

  Mirian, Furu repeated silently. Breeders didn’t have names. She poked her tongue into his slit, and he inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to find release immediately.

  “I listened to you and Xan talking.” Mirian swiped the flat of her tongue over his cock head, ecstasy radiating from the point of contact. “I stayed awake as long as you did. I didn’t want to miss a word.” She smiled up at him, her face devoid of hate or fear. “I’d forgotten what conversation was.” Mirian sucked his tip into her hot, wet mouth.

  Fuck. Furu placed his right palm on the top of her head, flattening her frizzy dark-brown curls, her hair surprisingly soft. She hummed happily, her lips vibrating his entire shaft, and his balls contracted, his need for her intensifying.

  She released him with a juicy pop. “Did you like that?” Her brown eyes sparkled.

  Furu glared at her, frustrated with the interruption.

  “You did.” Mirian smiled, her lips plump and generous. “I thought so.” She opened her mouth, taking him deeper, her tongue sliding under his shaft.

  Furu pushed his hips forward, wanting more, wanting her. Xan sucked him with purpose, elevating his passions quickly, driving him toward completion with a head-spinning determination Furu admired. Mirian leisurely explored his cock, in no rush to make him come, the contrast intriguing and arousing.

  His cock head tapped the back of her throat. She tilted her head back, taking more of him, and her lips closed around his base, her mouth a perfect fit. She sighed, her breath caressing his sensitive skin, and she pulled her head back. He smothered a groan, his dissatisfaction spiraling toward the sky.

  “How was that?” Mirian glowed, oblivious to his sexual torment. “I took all of you. Not every female could do that. I learned that trick when I was—”

  Furu grasped the back of her head and thrust his cock between her moving lips, silencing her constant flow of words. I’d forgotten what conversation was. Guilt wriggled inside him.

  “I’ll talk,” he muttered. “While you suck me.” Her teeth grazed along his shaft, and he shuddered. “That’s it. Take all of me. Show me that trick you learned.” She clasped his hips with her rough fingers and gazed up at him, allowing his ravishment of her mouth, her eyes wide
and trusting.

  “Xan’s cock is bigger than mine.” Furu pumped into Mirian deeper and deeper, and her cheeks indented around him, her suction exquisite. “You couldn’t take all of him, with or without your trick.” Her eyes glittered and her spine straightened, his female as ready to rise to a challenge as his mate was. She’s strong, well able to deny me, to make her own decisions.

  “You’re too small, too tight.” Furu drove into her, maintaining a punishing rhythm, his need for her too great to be controlled. “Your mouth will be mine, female. Xan will slam his thick cock into your pussy.” He twisted his fingers around her brown curls, holding her tight, envisioning the three of them naked and entwined. “We’ll find release in you at the same time, filling you with our seed.”

  Mirian swallowed, her throat convulsing around him, and she dug her fingernails into his hips, breaking his skin, the pain stimulatingly sharp. Her unguarded gaze shone with fear, a fear he’d seen reflected in the Balazoid breeders’ muzzled faces, their silent accusations haunting him.

  I’m not my father. “You don’t want this.” Furu pulled out of her mouth, ignoring his body’s protests. “I’ll find release elsewhere.”

  “No, you won’t. I want this, damn it.” She tugged on his hips. He didn’t move, her fear too vivid to be feigned. “Taking you both at the same time scares me but not this. This I want, I crave, I desire.” She licked his tip, laving his sensitive skin with her small pink tongue, stoking the needs he struggled to resist. “Don’t deny me.”

  He searched her face, seeing only a bliss and passion equaling his. She wants this. His thighs shook. And I want her. Fuck, how I want her.

  “Please, Furu.” She met his gaze, her eyes shining. “Make my mouth yours,” she pleaded, stripping away the last remnants of his control.

  “I’ll make your mouth mine.” He plunged his cock into her mouth, his balls smacking against her pointed chin.

  “But if you choose to become our breeder, your entire body will be ours,” Furu warned, the urge to protect his female conflicting with his desire. “We’ll use you as we wish.” He pressed his fingertips into her scalp. “If I want to fuck your mouth while Xan fucks your pussy, I will.”