MenageLost

by Cynthia Sax

  Mirian skimmed her fingers over her pussy, parting her folds, exposing her hole. “I want Furu’s cock in my pussy.” The Balazoid smiled, his body lean, his shaft long, a bead of pre-cum on his tip.

  “And my cock?” Xan growled, the animalistic rumble drawing heat and moisture from her core.

  Mirian wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, determined to do this, to please them. Their gazes tracked the movement, their focus on her, the attention heady and reassuring. “I want your cock in my ass.” She rolled onto her stomach and pushed her ass upward, offering her body to them.

  “You’re certain?” Xan dropped to his knees before her, his cock a tongue’s length away from her mouth. Furu searched through their garments, retrieving a container of lube, sourced from the replicator he’d repaired for her.

  Mirian nodded. “While you were away, I dreamed of this, of the two of you inside me.”

  “We’ll make those dreams come true, Mirian.” Furu twisted the top off the container and dipped his fingertips into the clear gel, the scent of warm leather teasing her nostrils.

  “Suck me as we prepare you.” Xan leaned over Mirian, his cock sliding along her chin, leaving a trail of pre-cum, and he spread her ass cheeks with his big hands, exposing all of her.

  Thinner fingers probed her puckered hole, Furu’s skin slick with lube, and she clenched, blocking him, her thighs trembling with fear and arousal. “Suck him,” Furu commanded, his tone allowing no refusal.

  She licked Xan’s cock head, lapping at his slit. Xan shifted, adjusting his angle, pressing against her mouth, and she parted her lips, allowing him entrance, concentrating on taking his intimidating girth.

  Furu surged forward, overcoming her resistance, pushing his finger into her completely, her ass burning. Mirian gasped and Xan shoved his cock deeper into her mouth, regaining her attention.

  She moaned and sucked while Furu coated her with the gel, working her ass with one, two, three fingers, stretching her channel, loosening her.

  “Our female is small,” Furu purred, his voice rolling over her, warm waves of approval. “She’ll be a snug fit but she can take you. She can take both of us.” He stroked her clit, working her with two hands, fingers in her ass and in her pussy.

  “I’ll take her first.” Xan rocked against her face, his cock gliding along her tongue, her lips pulled tight around his shaft. “Fuck. I could find release in her hot mouth.”

  He had better not. Mirian glared up at him and wiggled her ass.

  “Our female finds release first.” Furu removed his hands and smacked the larger male’s shoulder, pushing him backward. Xan’s cock popped out of Mirian’s mouth, her body distressingly empty.

  She frowned. “I need—”

  “We know what you need.” Furu reached over her body and ran his glistening fingers over Xan’s shaft. “But I have to prepare him also or he’ll split you in two.”

  “Oh.” She squeezed her ass cheeks together, her fear returning.

  Xan clasped her chin and raised her gaze to his. “I’d die before hurting you.” His voice rang with a sincerity she believed in, the Dreck warrior their protector, their gallant defender. “You can take me, Mirian.”

  “I can take you.” She summoned a small smile.

  His lips curled upward. “You’re an unnatural female,” he declared, pride coloring his words. “And you’re too good with your hands, Balazoid.” Xan swayed into Furu’s palms, the noble pumping his shaft with sure, firm strokes.

  “Control yourself, Dreck.” Furu playfully swatted his lover’s thigh.

  “If you can.” Mirian palmed Xan’s balls, rolling them in her fingers, and the big warrior groaned, his eyelids partially lowering, shielding his crimson eyes.

  Furu laughed. “I know that look.” He met Mirian’s gaze. “He won’t last long in your ass.”

  “And you’ll last longer in her pussy?” Xan grabbed Mirian’s hips and spun her around, her knees grinding into the grass, the heat rushing up her legs. He pressed his cock head against her hole.

  This is it. She held her breath, her body seizing.

  “Mirian,” Furu murmured. “Look at me.”

  She stared down at the ground, gritting her teeth, as Xan pushed into her, his size enormous. “Xan, I made a mistake. I can’t. I—”

  “Mirian, look at me.”

  She ignored Furu’s demand, unable to deal with more, focusing on Xan, on his massive cock and his invasion of her body.

  “Look at me.” Furu twisted his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, Xan drove his cock deep inside her, burying himself up to his balls, and she screamed, the dual abuse shocking, the burn intense.

  “Shhh…it’s over.” Furu licked the tear tracks off her cheeks, his tongue light on her skin. “You did it. You’ve taken all of him. There isn’t any more.”

  “You’re a good breeder.” Xan nuzzled her lower back, rubbing his cheeks across her, his breath warm and soothing. “The best breeder.”

  The two males petted her, their hands sliding over her back, their fingers massaging her ass cheeks, and she relaxed, the pain fading.

  “Let me lie under you.” Xan drew her against him, his cock sliding deeper. “I’ll be still.” He lowered her, her spine resting against his chest, her ass cradled by his hips, his cock lodged in her channel, the sensation strangely arousing.

  “Beautiful.” Furu kneeled between his lovers’ spread legs and gazed down upon their joined forms. A small smile curved Xan’s lips, his forehead smooth, devoid of worry lines. Mirian lay still, her body opened generously to both of them, her softness framed by Xan’s muscle.

  “Pale.” Furu followed the slope of Xan’s biceps. “And golden.” He brushed his fingertips across Mirian’s stomach. “Skin.” Xan’s skin shone as though his body had been carved from polished rock. “And hair.” Furu tangled his fingers in their female’s private curls, the short unruly strands moist with her juices.

  “Soft.” Xan covered Mirian’s breasts with his palms, capturing her taut nipples between his spread fingers. “And hard.” He slowly closed the gap, and she cried out, arching her back, pushing her breasts into his touch, breathtaking in her passion.

  “Full.” She stared up at him, her mouth open and her cheekbones streaked with color. “And empty.”

  Furu’s lips twitched. “That’s unacceptable.” His gaze lowered, her delicately pink pussy glistening with welcome, and the urge to find release intensified. “We must satisfy our unnatural female.” He dipped his cock head into her heat, coating his skin with her moisture, and she trembled.

  “Satisfy her soon, Balazoid.” Xan sucked on the base of Mirian’s neck, his arms around her torso, restraining her as she squirmed, the whisper of skin sliding over skin arousing. “My control is cracking.”

  Furu clasped Mirian’s moving hips. “She finds release first.” He thrust, his balls smacking skin, his cock engulfed by hot, wet female, her pussy impossibly tight. “First,” he repeated, gritting his teeth, the pleasure exquisite.

  “Full,” Mirian squeaked, digging crescent moons into Xan’s arms with her short, blunt fingernails. “I’ve never been so full.”

  “I feel you,” Xan rumbled. He shifted underneath Mirian, his shaft pressing against the thin membrane dividing her ass from her pussy.

  “I feel you too.” Furu rocked, savoring the sensuous slide, satisfying both of his lovers at the same time, the three of them connected, one. “I feel both of you.”

  Mirian’s hands crept tentatively around his torso. “Do you like it?” Her palms flattened against his back.

  “I love it.” I love them. Furu quickened his pace, pushing Mirian into Xan, impaling her onto the Dreck’s massive shaft, their bodies slapping together, their skin heating. Mirian panted and Xan grunted, their love noises exciting him, driving his passions higher.

  “Love us more.” Xan grabbed his ass, pulling him toward them, urging him to move faster, thrust deeper. “Give us everything.”

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sp; “Everything,” Furu repeated, straining to comply, his arms burning and his legs shaking. He poured all he had into their fucking, pounding in and out of Mirian, his cock head brazing along her inner walls.

  “Furu.” Mirian undulated sensuously between them, caged by their muscle. “I’m close.” Her pussy constricted around him and Furu whimpered, the sensation too good, too intense. “So close. I need. I need.” She thrashed her head from side to side.

  Xan slid his hand between their colliding forms. “We know what our breeder needs.” He slapped her clit with the palm of his hand.

  She screamed, bucking, clenching down on Furu. He bellowed, thrusting forward, hot jets of cum spurting from his cock. Xan answered with a louder roar, driving toward both of them, the heat of his release relayed through Mirian’s body to Furu, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever known.

  Furu thrust once, twice, three more times, and he collapsed, his hips twitching, his brain drained, bliss sucking the rigidity from his bones. Massive hands pushed him upward and he raised his head.

  “You’re squishing Mirian.” Xan gazed at him with sleepy eyes, easily supporting Furu’s weight. “You may be small but she’s smaller.”

  “This small female took both of you though, didn’t she?” Mirian murmured, her face flushed.

  “She did.” Furu brushed her long curls away from her cheeks. “And we liked it.”

  “We loved it,” Xan corrected. “As we love our unnatural female.” He met Furu’s gaze. “And we love Balazoid’s favorite son.”

  Furu blinked, struggling to contain his emotions. “And we love our Dreck warrior.” Wet mud splattered against his bare back, the smell burning his eyes.

  “We love you too, Steve,” Mirian yelled. Xan cursed softly and Furu laughed.

  About Cynthia Sax

  Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

  Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali and Chicago.

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