MenageLost

by Cynthia Sax

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She panted, her face pink, her eyes glazing.

  Beautiful. Xan rode her against the rock, fucking Mirian unlike anything he’d ever experienced, her pussy wet and welcoming, her juices easing over his balls, her musky scent teasing his nostrils.

  “Oh.” She opened her mouth and rounded her lips, as though she yearned for Furu’s longer, thinner cock to fill her.

  “Soon,” Xan promised, ramming his cock into her pussy. “Soon, you’ll have both of us.” He grunted, the image of the three of them together, naked, fucking, cocks in asses and pussy and mouths, almost overwhelming him. “We’ll give you what you want, what you don’t even know you want. We’ll give you everything.”

  Skin slapped against skin against stone, water lapping against his calves, sweat trickling down his spine. He varied the angle of his thrusts, and her body tensed, her pussy tightening around his shaft, her eyes widening.

  “Xan?” She curled her hands into fists, her wrists restrained, strain stretching her face. “I’m going to come.” She trembled, her curves vibrated against him.

  Come…release, is that possible for a female? Xan pressed his lips together as her tremors intensified, shaking the very foundation of his restraint. “Mirian.”

  “Xan!” she screamed, pushing off the rock with her feet, propelling her slender form upward, her hips smacking against his, her pussy violently clenching down him.

  As she descended, her grip on his shaft slackened, and Xan roared, driving forward, cum spurting out of his cock in hard, erratic jets of heat. He thrust once, twice, three more times, planting his seed as deep inside her as possible, and he collapsed, flattening her against the rock, his arms and legs limp and useless.

  “Fuck,” Xan muttered, dazed. “Furu has to experience this.” Lips moved against his bare chest. He lifted himself off her with a heartfelt groan, his energy zapped.

  “This?” Her brown eyes glittered, dark stars flecked with gold. “I’m a woman, not a thing.” She shifted her arms, her hands remaining in place.

  “You’re a breeder,” he corrected, pleased with her defiance, their female strong and proud. “Our breeder.” He smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead, claiming the exposed skin with his lips.

  * * * * *

  “I don’t know much about Balazoids,” Mirian confessed, plant life her specialty.

  “That’s not a secret.” Xan carefully unwound the leather strap from her wrists, his dark head bowed, his red-eyed gaze fixed on his task.

  She rolled her eyes. “But I do know breeders are passed from male to male and sometimes shared with entire crews,” she probed, worrying over Furu’s warning.

  Xan froze, his grip on the leather tightening. “That won’t happen with you.”

  It is true. Fear rushed over her in a cold wave. “But—”

  “You belong to Furu and me.” Xan tossed the strap against a far rock, the leather smacking against the stone. “I won’t allow any other male to touch you.” He curled his hands into fists, his biceps bulging, his face hard. “I’d kill them first.”

  “Oh.” Mirian blinked. He feels this way for me. Me. “And you’re taking me with you when you leave?” He won’t leave me behind. He won’t forget about me.

  He scowled down at her. “I told you we would. Turn over.” He rolled her onto her stomach, her breasts pressed against the rock.

  He cupped her ass with his palms, and she stiffened. “Not yet,” she squeaked. “I’m not ready yet.”

  “I’m not fucking you,” he growled, squeezing her flesh. “I’m exploring.”

  “You’re exploring my ass.” She clung to the rock as he peeled her clenched ass cheeks apart. “You should wait for Furu. He likes you touching his ass.”

  Xan didn’t reply, stroking along her spine, his caresses soothing.

  “He might love it,” Mirian babbled, slowly relaxing. “Furu loves you as much as you love him.” She rested her chin on the stone, staring into the forest. “Do you tell him you love him? Because he acted surprised when I mentioned it. You should say the words more often, eliminate all of his doubts.”

  “I show him how I feel,” Xan grumbled, pressing into her asshole with a fingertip. She squeezed, blocking his invasion. “Open.” He slapped her ass, heat radiating from his palms. Shocked, she released and he entered her, sliding his finger into her ass up to his knuckle.

  “Xan,” she whimpered, the intrusion foreign and strange.

  “I’ll never give you more than you can handle, Mirian.” He pumped into her, reaching deeper and deeper. “You can take my fingers up your ass.” She pressed her lips together, smothering her protests, determined to please him.

  So he won’t leave me. Xan added a finger, stretching her, and Mirian turned her face away from him, hiding her grimace. “What happened to your last breeder?” Did she refuse to have anal sex?

  Xan paused. “Nothing. We didn’t have one.” He plunged his fingers into her ass harder and harder, spreading the sensual burn. “Drecks aren’t allowed breeders. The council doesn’t want us to pass our inferior genes onto offspring.”

  Those condescending bastards. Mirian glared at a distant tree, outraged for her warrior lover. “No wonder you’re sensitive about being a Dreck.”

  “I’m not sensitive.” Xan rammed into her with more force, pain searing through her. “I’m a warrior.”

  She winced, his anger transferred to her body. “You’re not waging war on my ass.”

  “You’re too damn delicate,” he mumbled, slowing his advance and retreat.

  “I’m taking you, aren’t I?” Her body pulsed, the jagged agony smoothing to an arousing burn.

  “Yes.” Xan chuckled. “You’re doing well, female.” He brushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed his lips against her skin, his mouth firm and hot. Xan maintained his steady rhythm, in, out, in, out, and Mirian’s tension eased, her ass channel loosening, accepting his stroking.

  Water flowed over the rocks, the sound soothing. Xan’s musky male scent curled around her, warmth rolling off his big body. Mirian’s eyelids grew heavy, her energy depleted from running and swimming and fucking.

  Xan will take care of me. She yawned. He won’t leave me.

  The roar of thunder interrupted her reverie. Mirian glanced upward at the mist-covered sky. A monochrome ship zoomed above their heads, casting a fleeting shadow over them. More visitors. “Are they with you?” She pointed at the vessel. The pieced-together spacecraft stopped above their camp and slowly descended, its panels different shades of gray.

  “No.” Xan yanked his fingers from her ass. “They’re not with us.” He splashed through the water.

  Mirian rolled onto her back. “Then who are they?” The answer slammed into her and she gasped. “Slavers.”

  “Furu,” the big warrior bellowed, his body blurring as he ran toward their ship, his speed impressive, his panic palpable.

  We won’t reach him in time. “Steve,” Mirian yelled, her heart aching for Furu, for Xan and for herself, for daring to care, knowing this was how her relationships always ended, with death or departure. “If you care for me at all, protect Furu. Please. I’m counting on you.” She pelted through the forest after Xan, heading straight into danger.

  Chapter Five

  “It’s five against one. Xan would love these odds.” Furu hid behind a large blue boulder, grasping guns he’d never learned to use properly, his poor aim a source of amusement for his Dreck lover.

  Five hulking Palavian brutes approached, their massive boots slamming against the ground, their bulging biceps decorated with black tribal markings. They carried an arsenal any warrior would envy, the restraints dangling from their waistbands proclaiming their occupation as slavers.

  Furu concentrated, his verme lifting, vibrating, sending a wave of paralyzing thought toward them. The slavers’ steps didn’t falter, their minds shielded, the Balazoid blockers they must have taken disarming his mental weapon.

  “I’m dead
.” A cool liquid splashed against Furu’s back and dripped down his skin. He turned, his guns raised, ready to attack. Blue mud splattered over his face.

  “Stop it, Steve,” he hissed, pressing his lips together, bile rising in his throat, the stench eye-watering.

  The plant slid his vine along the ground and flicked more mud at him, covering his torso. Steve’s leaves parted, drawing back to reveal a large hollow.

  A male-sized hollow. Furu studied the slavers, the probability of defeating them slim. I could hide. He glanced back at their ship, the only home Xan and he had, their sole means of leaving the planet. But they’ll take the ship.

  “I’ll hold them off, delaying them until Xan arrives,” he murmured under his breath. Steve heaved his vines, communicating his disapproval of Furu’s plan. “He’ll arrive soon. He must have seen the ship. Xan’s paranoid.” Furu raised his guns, debating which slaver to shoot first. “I love that about him.”

  The biggest Palavian male gazed toward a smaller, nose-pierced thug, as though requesting approval. Furu swung the muzzle of his guns, aiming at the leader. “If I die, tell Xan I love him. Tell Mirian…” He lightly tapped the triggers. “Tell Mirian I could have loved her. I—”

  “Son of the stars!” the biggest slaver yelled, landing hard on his leather-clad ass, one of Steve’s thick vines wrapped around his boots. “Get it off me!” He thrashed on the ground.

  The males fired, blasting their big guns as they ran toward him. Furu blindly shot into the chaos, aiming at their heads, avoiding Steve’s vines. Red beams of light zinged around the slavers’ fallen comrade, bullets hitting dirt and rock, kicking up clouds of dirt.

  “Aargh!” a male screamed, the horrifying noise stretching into silence.

  The males stopped shooting, and the blue dust cleared. Gaping holes punctured the big slaver’s torso and blood gushed from his wounds, pooling around his motionless form. Another slaver slumped over his feet, his head two arms’ lengths away from his body.

  And then there were three. Furu grinned grimly.

  “What was that?” A yellowed-eyed slaver gazed around him, all four of his hands shaking. “Who got them? You said you saw only three life forms.”

  “I did.” The smallest male held out a crude life form verifier. He frowned, his high forehead creasing with lines. “Though now I read two. I could have sworn someone was—”

  “It’s the plant.” The leader slid his rifle’s muzzle between one of the vines and the dead slaver’s neck. He lifted, breathing heavy from the exertion. Four large thorns pierced the brute’s jugular vein. “The plant killed him.” The slaver shot the vine in two.

  Steve rattled his leaves, raised a single thorn defiantly skyward and retracted into the forest, as fearless as the female he had befriended.

  “A plant killed him?” The yellowed-eyed slaver juggled his guns between his hands, fidgeting, a Mox-X junkie needing his next fix. “A plant? How is that possible? I didn’t sign on to fight no planet filled with killer plants. That’s beyond any—”

  “Shut up.” The leader scanned the trees. “Someone’s coming.” He motioned to the small male, and they positioned themselves around the mouth of the path.

  “We have to warn Xan.” Furu glanced at Steve. The plant rolled his brightly colored blooms, indicating a lack of concern, no love lost between the two males.

  It’s up to me. Furu aimed at the leader’s exposed back. I’ll warn him and protect him. He waited and waited and waited, the element of surprise usable only once. Flesh smacked against rock. The slavers tensed. Furu squeezed the trigger.

  The red beam arced wide. A tree branch fell, landing with a heavy thud. I missed. Furu stared, his stomach churning with dread. He was right there and I missed.

  “He’s behind us!” The leader grabbed the junkie’s chest covering and yanked the male toward him, using him as a living shield. “You get him. We’ll kill the other one.”

  A blur of white streamed down the path. Bones crunched. The small slaver toppled to the ground, his head twisted to an unnatural angle.

  Xan. Furu’s mouth dropped open, his warrior lover an awe-inspiring sight. Xan crouched behind the dead man, his shoulders wide and his biceps flexed. He yanked a gun from the corpse’s twitching fingers and spun, firing.

  The junkie shrieked and dropped his weapons to grab his throat. Blood spurted, his cries flowing into gurgles, his knees folding under him.

  “A Balazoid.” The leader’s face paled. He scurried away from Xan, shooting wildly.

  “A Dreck.” Xan calmly aimed his gun and shot.

  The leader flew backward, his spine connecting with a tree trunk, the thunk painfully loud. His body slid downward, his mouth rounded, a gore-filled hole where his forehead once was.

  “My Dreck.” Furu stood, his knees stiff. Xan pivoted toward him, naked, his gun in his hand, his red-eyed gaze feral, and Furu froze, his heart pounding. “Easy, Xan.” He raised his hands, his palms open and empty. “It’s me.”

  “Furu.” Xan sagged, lowering his gun, as Furu approached. “Are there more of them?”

  “Before they landed, I only read five life forms.” Furu wrapped his arms around the big male’s waist and pressed his face into his bare chest, inhaling his musky scent, savoring the warmth of his body. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

  “You would have seen me again. I would have traveled across every known galaxy to find you.” Xan gripped him tightly, his rough fingers spanning his back. “And then battled death himself to bring you back.”

  Furu swallowed hard, his eyes pricking with tears he’d never admit to. “You’ve never…” His voice broke, the emotion unmanageable.

  “Our breeder tells me I should talk more,” Xan replied gruffly. “She is an unnatural creature.” He pressed his lips to Furu’s forehead.

  “She is,” Furu agreed. Skin slid against skin, the sound whisper soft, and the arousing aroma of female floated in the air. He rose up onto his toes and peered over Xan’s shoulder.

  Mirian averted her gaze, feigning interest in the dead drug addict’s corpse, her cheeks an enchanting shade of red and her slender form wonderfully naked. Sunrays raced across her heaving breasts, lighting fires in her dark hair.

  “Come here, Mirian.” Furu widened the circle of his arms. She ran into them, her curves smacking against his leaner form. Xan grunted his approval and draped his arm over her slight shoulders, tightening their physical connection, the three of them making one unit.

  “You’re alive,” Mirian mumbled against Furu’s skin. “I feared you’d be dead and I wouldn’t have survived another death. I couldn’t have.” Bone-deep tremors shook her body. “The pain would have been too great.”

  She would have felt pain if I had died. Furu petted Mirian’s damp curls, untangling the long strands. And Xan would have also mourned me. The big warrior’s fingers dug into his arm. No one else would have cared, certainly not my father.

  “I’m here, Mirian,” Furu reassured her, his voice husky with gratitude. “I’m alive.”

  “And he’ll remain alive,” Xan added. “I’ll set more traps, and in the morning, I’ll teach both of you how to defend yourselves.” He pulled them closer to his naked body.

  Both of us. Furu tilted his head back and stared at his warrior lover. Does he realize how much he cares for Mirian?

  Xan avoided his gaze. “I’m not losing either of you.” He rubbed their arms with his big hands, his touch distractingly rough, the contrast between his pale skin and Mirian’s golden tan enthralling. “You’re mine to protect and I will protect you,” he vowed.

  “We’ll protect you forever,” Furu confirmed. Because she’s ours now. He leaned into Xan’s hard form and played with Mirian’s hair, watching for any signs she regretted her decision. “We’ll never let you go.”

  Vines snaked around their ankles, linking the three of them. Steve’s leaves brushed against their legs, caressing their skin.

  “Steve might never let us go.”
Mirian burrowed her body deeper between Xan and Furu, voluntarily becoming their center, their heart, her actions unfettered and reassuringly her own.

  She chooses us. Furu held onto Xan’s waist and Xan gripped Furu’s shoulders, their arms forming a protective cage around their tiny female. Mirian sighed quietly and she relaxed against them, her body supple and still and serene, her right palm flattened on Furu’s chest and her left hand reaching behind her to rest on Xan’s thigh.

  Our female. Our future. Furu met Xan’s gaze above Mirian’s dark head and smiled, his heart filled to bursting, a sense of rightness shrouding his soul. His lover’s lips curled upward, his expression soft and contented, at peace in this new world.

  Our home.

  * * * * *

  Mirian lay in the grass between Xan and Furu, stunned and excited and frightened, both magnificent males hers. Two males. Seductive warmth radiated from their bodies, the scent of musk and exotic spices clinging to the night breeze. Can I please two males?

  “You never see stars,” she babbled, gazing up at the black sky, filling the awkward silences with any words she could think of, her plan being to delay the inevitable for as long as she could. “The mist always covers the planet.” Xan’s thigh pressed against hers, his muscles flexing, and Mirian gulped, the sexual tension between the three of them intensifying.

  “That damn plant covers the planet,” Xan grumbled.

  Steve rustled his leaves, his trunk looming over them, his blooms turned downward, watching their movements. The tall torch trees encircling their camp glowed, casting a bluish tint over her males’ white skin, the three of them naked.

  Steve, I can talk about Steve. “I should have warned you.” Mirian laughed nervously. “Now that you’ve fed Steve, you’ll have a friend for life.”

  “He deserved a meal. He saved Furu.” Xan reached across Mirian’s body and clasped Furu’s hand, their fingers linking over her stomach, the heels of their palms pressing down on her skin.

  “He won’t be satisfied with one meal.” She wiggled as they stroked her, their fingers entwined, their touch setting off sparks, lighting the flickering flames of desire. “He’ll expect you to pander to him.” Xan and Furu rolled onto their sides, facing her, their hard cocks rubbing against her hips.