by Cynthia Sax
Too many cocks. Panic surged through Mirian. I can’t do this. “I—”
“Shhh…” Furu massaged her, moving his left hand over her ribs, his fingertips brushing dangerously close to her breasts. “We simply want to touch you.”
“Both of us want to touch you.” Xan swept one of his fingers under her right breast and she trembled, her nipples tightening. “Two breasts, two males.” He grazed his knuckles over the tip, and she inhaled sharply, the sensation exquisite. “You’re made for us, female.” They dragged their fingers back and forth in a mind-numbing dual assault.
“You are. You’re soft and beautiful.” Furu flicked her nipple with his tongue, and she gripped his shoulder, needing to hold on to something, someone.
Xan placed her free hand on his shoulder, demanding equal treatment, his muscles rippling under her palm. “And you’re ours.”
He leaned over her body, Furu met him halfway, and their lips collided, their mouths clashing with a brutish force, two unyielding males confident with their passion.
She clung to their shoulders, unable to look away, watching their primitive display with a pussy-moistening fascination. They moaned into each other’s mouths, their eyelids lowering, as the beast ravished his beauty.
“Ummm…” Mirian shifted between them, intruding on their private moment yet unwilling to leave.
“Ours.” Xan hooked his arm around Mirian’s nape and drew her upright. The two males turned their heads slightly, opening their mouths wider, their tongues tangling with hers, the taste of charred meat, spice and flavorful fruit meshing, mixing, joining.
Mirian licked and sucked Xan and then Furu and then both of them, her lovers’ lips and tongues blurring, becoming one. Teeth nipped her skin, marking her, and fingers wrapped in her hair, their embrace growing more frenzied, stealing her breath and stoking her passions.
They pushed against her, lowering her to the ground, their bodies overtop hers. Xan and Furu cupped her breasts, kneading her flesh, Xan’s hand rough and unrelenting, Furu’s grip more tentative and reverent. She welcomed their dominance, raising her body into their touch, allowing them to please her, use her, control her.
“Our breeder,” Xan rumbled, his voice thrillingly possessive. He bent his dark head and claimed her right breast, while Furu fastened his lips over her left nipple.
“Yes!” she cried, arching into their touch, the hot wet suction of their mouths igniting more fires, more desire. “Suck me. Suck me raw.” They drew on her breasts relentlessly, synchronizing their loving assaults, showering her with a storm of sensation, the tug and pull of their lips rushing from her nipples down to her pussy.
Needing to touch them, Mirian carefully navigated Furu’s surprisingly soft tentacles with her fingertips, the living strands wrapping around her hand and nudging into her palm. He moaned against her breast, gazing up at her with crimson eyes, his eyelids heavy, his expression blissful.
“Do you like that?” She stroked his unusual hair, playing with the tentacles.
“He loves that,” Xan answered for Furu. “You touch him. I’ll touch you.” He slid his big hand lower and curved his fingers over her mons, flattening her wild curls, dipping his fingertips into her moisture. “You’re already wet for us, female.”
Mirian’s face heated. “I’m always wet for you.”
“For both of us.” Xan slid two large fingers into her pussy, his calloused skin skimming along her intimate flesh, leaving a trail of heat. She shamelessly spread her thighs wider, silently asking for more, and Xan obligingly pumped her, coaxing her desire higher and higher.
“Yes, fuck me with your fingers.” She lifted her hips into each thrust of his hand, riding his palm, reaching for an ecstasy she knew he could give her.
“Taste her, Furu.” Xan pulled his fingers out of her pussy, the juicy pop embarrassingly loud, and he held them out to his lover, his skin glistening.
Furu sucked on Xan’s fingertips, slowly, thoroughly savoring every drop. Mirian wiggled, brushing her ass against the grass, yearning for their chef’s approval, desiring more stroking, more fingers.
“Delicious.” Furu smacked his lips. “Sweeter than the sweetest fruit. After I’ve sucked your pussy dry, Xan will lick your delicate pink folds clean.”
She squirmed, yearning for multiple mouths on her pussy, one grim and one smiling, the longing making her reckless and daring, ready to promise anything. “I’ll suck you dry first.” She shifted her gaze to Xan. “Both of you.”
Xan’s lips curved upward, his joy carving years off his face. “You’re an unnatural female.” He pulled her upright, the torch trees casting a glow over his muscles, accentuating his strength.
“She’s our unnatural female.” Furu stroked his long, thin cock, his body lean. “We’ll fill her with our seed.”
They kneeled before her, fisting their cocks, two powerful men at her mercy, waiting for her to please them. Mirian wrapped her fingers around Furu’s shaft and he bobbed. She grasped Xan with her other hand. The big man shuddered, his shoulders shaking.
“You truly want me.” She gazed at them with wonder as she ran her palms up and down their cocks, the physical representation of their need, hard and pulsing and undeniable. “You have each other yet you want me.”
“I want you both,” Xan confirmed. “I want you and I want Furu.” He rubbed his shaft against Furu’s, leaving a trail of pre-cum across his pale skin. “Even greater than I did before.”
“Yes.” Furu met Xan’s gaze, his eyes glowing with emotion. “You make us more, not less, stronger, not weaker.” He stood serenely still, his spine rigidly straight, his bearing aristocratic and regal. “You are our center.”
“A hot, moist center.” Xan rocked into her hand, unabashed with his responses. “Lick me, Mirian.”
“I’ll lick both of you.” She swiped her tongue over Xan’s cock head and he jerked. “Your turn.” Mirian scooped up Furu’s pre-cum. “Yours.” She lapped at Xan. “And yours.” She moved from cock to cock, licking and sucking while pumping their shafts with her hands, their excitement feeding hers.
“Take us both.” Xan pressed his tip to Furu’s.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked on their cock heads, her lips stretched around their flesh. Her males groaned and she cupped their balls, squeezing gently.
“Unnatural.” Xan’s chest heaved, his muscles rippling. “Show me how you sucked Furu.” He pulled away, shuffling backward.
Mirian inhaled Furu’s long, thin shaft, grazing his skin with her teeth, his salty taste coating her tongue. His cock head tapped the back of her throat and she tilted her head, taking him completely, sealing her lips around his base.
“Fuck.” Xan fisted his shaft, his knuckles white and his grip intense. “That small, pink mouth took all of your long white cock.” He yanked on his huge cock, masturbating, waiting for his turn, appearing as achingly alone as she’d once been.
Mirian gazed up at Furu, her heart pounding with fear and excitement. The handsome Balazoid didn’t move, allowing her complete control.
As he allowed me control during our last encounter. This isn’t new. I’ve sucked Furu’s cock and Xan has fucked my pussy.
The big Dreck’s face twisted with want and need. His hands moved faster, working his shaft with a vengeance.
Mirian released Furu’s cock. “Don’t you dare release in the dirt, warrior.” She lowered onto her hands and knees, the ground soft yet solid under her. “Not when I have an empty pussy to fill.” She widened her stance, offering them more than she’d ever offered any male.
“Furu…first,” Xan huffed, her generous warrior’s voice strained.
“Both of you at the same time.” She wiggled her ass, wanting to do this before fear overrode her decision. “Fuck my pussy while I suck your lover’s cock.” Mirian leaned forward, brushing her lips against Furu’s tip.
“This scares you.” Furu gazed down at her, his eyes soft with concern.
“I am scared but I wan
t to do this.” Mirian forced a smile, trying to reassure him. “I want my two males inside me.” She slid her lips over his cock head, concentrating on sucking him, pleasing him and not on the big male behind her.
Xan gripped her hips, his fingers rough and reassuring. “You can handle this, female.” He prodded her pussy, his size daunting.
Can I? Doubts bubbled in Mirian’s mind. What am I doing? I can barely handle him alone. She sucked harder.
Xan thrust, burying his cock deep inside her pussy, and Furu’s cock head slammed against the back of her throat, smothering her scream. She’d never been so full, so connected, a long cock plugging her mouth and a bigger cock stretching her pussy.
“Unnatural,” Xan muttered, his voice low and arousing.
Mirian tilted her hips, flexing her inner muscles, and Xan’s cock slid deeper, invading her, owning her. She swallowed, her throat convulsing around Furu’s cock, and the Balazoid groaned, his fingers curling and his thighs shaking.
Xan pulled out, and Mirian leaned back into him, desperate to regain their link. Furu’s cock glided along her tongue, his form motionless and constant, a guiding star in the uncertainty of space.
“Beautiful.” Xan rammed into her, pushing her forward, impaling her mouth on Furu’s cock, her entire body pulsing from pussy to lips. “Ours.” He eased out. “Forever.” He surged into her, his hips smacking Mirian’s ass, her lips kissing Furu’s base.
Xan grunted as he rode her, every thrust and every withdrawal relayed to Furu through her body, Mirian serving as the loving conduit between the two males. Furu remained still, a high-pitched drone escaping his throat, blood dripping from his fists.
Xan used her body with a thrilling urgency, his fingertips digging into her hips and his balls slapping against the back of her thighs. Mirian undulated between the two males, blocked by hard muscle, passion swirling around them, as dark and fierce as the night sky, their three forms melding into one.
“I can’t. Fuck. Sorry. I can’t.” Furu twisted his fingers in her long hair, pinpricks of stimulating pain shooting along her skull, and he lunged into her mouth.
Stars. Mirian dug her fingertips into the blue earth, desperately holding on to the planet she loved, her form ravished by two muscular males, her lips throbbing and her pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs.
She was no longer alone, unwanted and forgotten. She was their center, the focus of their universes, that heady realization driving her desire higher.
“Come for us, Mirian.” Xan bent over her body, his chest sliding along her spine, his arms planted by her shoulders, caging her, keeping her safe and theirs forever.
“Come,” Furu repeated Xan’s command, pulling her to him, his cool demeanor blasted to pieces by their shared hailstorm of desire. “Come. Come. Come.” As he chanted, their thrusts harmonized, her body compressed between them. “Come.”
Xan raked his teeth over her shoulder, Furu yanked on her hair, and Mirian exploded, bucking wildly, biting down on Furu’s cock and clenching her pussy muscles around Xan’s shaft.
Xan roared, driving his hips forward, and Furu rammed his cock into her mouth. Hot jets of cum spurted down her throat and into her pussy, setting off a second wave of mind-blowing ecstasy, her body flushing hot and cold, her world flashing light and dark.
Mirian swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, sucking on Furu, while Xan shuddered and shook, rubbing his body against hers, grinding his scent into her skin.
“Fuck.” Xan collapsed, flattening her, Furu’s cock popping out of her mouth. Mirian squeaked, tasting grass and dirt, his weight unbearable.
“You’re squishing her.” Furu pushed the warrior off Mirian.
“Too damn delicate, both of you.” Xan reached out and dragged Mirian over his heaving chest. “Come here, Balazoid.” He yanked on Furu’s arm and tucked the smaller male beside her. “Better?” He closed his eyes, a small smile curling his lips.
“Better.” Mirian rested her cheek on his chest and gazed at Furu, overwhelmed by his male beauty, his profile even more breathtaking by torch tree light. “I could look at you all night.”
Xan snorted, and a slash of red shot over Furu’s white cheekbones. “There are other males better looking than I am.” He brushed her hair away from her face, his touch achingly gentle.
“Not on Viridi.” She grinned.
“No, not on Viridi.” Furu smiled and Xan chuckled, their joy coiling around Mirian, their tight circle of companionship now including her.
I’m no longer on the outside looking in. I’m no longer alone. She snuggled against Xan’s big body, her gaze remaining fixed on Furu’s handsome face, a soul-deep contentment warming her.
Chapter Six
Furu crouched by the racing stream, clasping a planet core tester in his right hand. His pants clung to his body, the leather uncomfortable, ill-fitted for the planet’s hot humid climate. Perspiration beaded over his skin. His verme lifted, sensing Mirian’s approach before he did.
She padded toward him, her quick, light footsteps easily recognizable. Our breeder. Furu glanced up, openly admiring her lithe feminine form, the gentle sway of her hips and the welcoming smile on her beautiful face. A warmth spread over his chest, a feeling of acceptance, of home, coiling around him as tightly as one of her frequent embraces.
“Is Xan still exploring the valley?” He prodded the blue soil with his handheld device, unsurprised by Xan’s extended absence, their Dreck lover happily leaving them to their science, returning only for food and sex and sleep.
“Yes.” Creases lined Mirian’s tanned forehead, her concern for Xan reassuring Furu, none of his father’s breeders having ever exhibited that emotion. “He’ll be safe,” she added, as though convincing herself, the warrior well able to take care of himself. “Steve will watch out for him.”
“Will he?” Furu glanced at the plant looming above them, watching their activities. Steve waved a leaf, his gesture too flippant to be taken seriously, the new truce between the two dominant beings tenuous.
“He will.” Mirian stroked Steve’s stem and the plant preened, straightening to his full height. “You’ve been on Viridi for thirty-six days. If Steve had wanted Xan dead, he would have killed him by now.”
“Thirty-six days.” Furu frowned at the reading, the acidity levels by the stream lower as Mirian had predicted. “You’ve been keeping track.” Is that a good sign or a bad sign? His lips twisted, his knowledge of females and their thought processes limited.
“We’re scientists.” Red streaked across her tanned cheeks. “Tracking information is what we do.” Mirian leaned over him, her hair falling forward, the soft tendrils caressing his arm, and she recorded the reading onto her tablet. “That has decreased since yesterday.”
Furu studied their surroundings, searching for a possible explanation. An imprint three bodies wide flattened the long grass by the shore, not even the sound of rushing water having been loud enough to drown out this morning’s cries of sexual fulfillment. Orange-striped melon hung heavy on the trees, ripe and ready to be made into a Viridi version of botellus, Mirian’s favorite dessert. The leaves of the majestic torch trees rustled in the hot breeze, insects buzzing around their branches.
“The stream is higher.” He offered as one possibility, the ground spongy under his boots, rain having fallen during the night. “We’ll record the water levels and determine if there’s a correlation.”
“That’s a solid theory.” Mirian’s brown eyes shone, lit with a gold glimmer of approval, and Furu’s chest filled with pride, the intellectual alignment between them solidifying their bond.
“We’ll need something to measure with.” She searched through the pack she’d left by Steve’s base, tucking the tablet into a side pocket. “Will this do?” She held up a strip of pink leather similar to the piece wrapped around her breasts.
“For now.” Furu stood. “We’ll ask Xan to craft us a tool.” He placed the planet core tester carefully on a boulder, making a menta
l note to retrieve and clean it later.
“That will also second as a weapon in case of attack.” Mirian grinned at Furu and Furu grinned back, sharing her amusement, Xan’s need to give every tool a lethal purpose an ongoing joke between them. “Are you testing or recording the water levels?”
Waves gushed over the stream’s swollen banks, the water moving quickly. “Testing.” Furu unfastened his boots, removing them, unwilling to risk Mirian’s safety. “Don’t stand too close to the banks.” He peeled his pant legs upward, the leather tight.
“I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve fallen in before. I don’t plan to fall in again.”
She has fallen in before. Furu waded through the deep water, the raging current tugging at his calves. She could have drowned. His heart squeezed, the thought unbearable. “You won’t fall in again. You’re to go nowhere near any stream, not unless one of us is with you.” As the words left his mouth, he realized how illogical, how unlike a Balazoid, he sounded.
“You’re becoming as controlling as Xan,” Mirian grumbled. She tossed him the leather strip, holding on to one end.
He caught it and wrapped it around his forearm. “You’re our breeder.” She released the strip.
“Yes, yes, I’m your breeder.” Mirian paced the banks, her legs long and shapely. “And I knew what I was getting into when I took that role.”
Had she known what being a breeder entailed? Furu crossed the width of the stream, searching for the perfect spot to test. Is she having regrets? He slipped on a rock and fell on one knee, pain shooting up his leg, water soaking his pants. “This is impossible.” He pushed himself upward.
“It is,” she readily agreed. “I’ve been thinking that for the last couple of days.”
Furu stilled, a wave of bone-deep cold rushing over his body. “Have you?” He forced the words past his constricted throat, his lips dry, a trickle of perspiration sliding along his spine.