Calliope's Wings

by Guin Archer

I had clothes that weren’t see-through! And pants. Glorious, under-appreciated pants. The way the crotch slid up between my legs and kissed my coochie? Ohh, sweet heaven!

  Ice blue and silver, the romper was embellished with lilac-hued crystals with more clear ones that could have been diamonds for all I knew. They swirled and danced to create images of flora and fauna from Intau all along my pelvis and the sides of my ribcage. The leggings were billowy and had many layers so they almost looked like voluminous skirts, but they were pants. The top was little more than a wrapped halter that hugged my bodice lovingly while draping freely down my open back.

  Kor pulled more jeweled and belled chains from his trou – they didn’t so much as chime in his big hands – and began to secure them to my bakal. As soon as they touched, the serah in the chains he held jingled merrily. It was like magic.

  The two males growled at each other in their bestial tongue while I was dressed up like a dog for show. With the romper, though, maybe I was going to go through the agility course? Vault those bars like a champion!

  Jump, Io; jump and weave like a good girl. You’ll get a treat if you behave.

  God…my inner voice was a snarky bitch. Then again, I was narrowly as mouthy outside of the privacy of my own mind as I was in it.

  I think I needed a cookie after all for a job well done in not being a total cunt to these guys.

  “I want a cookie,” I told them.

  Blank expressions back.

  Fuck…no good-girl cookie for Io?

  “Cookie,” I repeat again in English because, really, the orc-people didn’t have cookies. Point-in-fact, these brutes didn’t have hardly any sweets that weren’t natural such as fruits. I made pastries before, which just about made my Masters and Mistresses shit bricks – figuratively, not literally – because they never had cinnamon rolls before. Intau had a spice a lot like cinnamon and ginger and I used syrup for the sugar. It wasn’t the same thing as Cinnabon, but I liked to think I was close.

  Hmm…maybe I can find a way to make cookies. Dinner-plate sized cookies. I just need to find ingredients kinda-sorta similar to the ones back on Earth.

  And chocolate. Dear God, what I wouldn’t give for any kind of chocolate.

  “What is ‘cookie’,” Ruune asked in my ear, sending shivers of delight up and down my spine. The slight shake of my body had the new drape of bells cascading along my spine singing.

  “Sweet discs. They are sweet treats. You do not have their like here. Nowhere on Intau does. It is a food from my home.” I sighed dejectedly. “I miss home.”

  They both growled at that, though Kor’s was angrier where Ruune’s was woeful.

  “This is Your home, Biis’a. Here is where You are and here is where You will stay.” Kor almost-roughly jerked at my arms so he could connect the chains down my back to the bracelets at my wrists. I had a vague thought that it’d suck ass if the loose drape of them got snagged on anything.

  Like, really suck. A suck so hard it’d make what happened to that hybrid alien from the Resurrection movie look tame.

  Ookay, bad image honey. Bad image.

  Despite where my mind was going, though, I was unconsciously leaning forward to sniff and snuffle at Kor’s chest in search of his musk. My pussy clenched wantonly for more.

  Bad girl. Hold strong.

  …but he smells so fucking good!

  “Why do you smell like this if not to have me fuck you?” When he let go of them, I moved my hands forward to scrape my nails over his ripped abdomen. His body was scorching – probably from the hot sun blazing against his naked, black-as-pitch skin – and I hissed a little in dislike. I didn’t like it stinging when I touched him. I was finally reaching out to him of my own accord…it didn’t seem fair that it’d hurt now that I was willing.

  “I am priming You, uum kisa-uu.” He skirted his claw-tipped fingers up to my cheeks before he cupped my face. He didn’t really need both hands to do it. One massive paw could swallow my whole face easily. Still, his touch felt nice.

  His plan to get me used to him and his touch was working a little too well. I didn’t want to like his hands on me.

  “Priming me?” Was that my voice? I sounded all husky and hummy. I even groaned a little when his pelvis thrust once into my middle, his anaconda-cock as substantial and solid as a column supporting an old plantation house.

  “It is Leishai this lune,” he reiterated darkly.

  “What does that mean for me and your heavy kii?”

  His laugh was a little dry when it came. He turned me around so I faced Ruune. I was a tad taken aback to see him stroking his dick outside of his trou. His dark eyes sparkled with silver lights similar to starlight as he looked at my face and chewed his upper lip hard enough to make it bleed with his underbite.

  “Ruune,” I questioned him a little breathlessly. I could feel air coming into my lungs in pants while Kor’s musk circled me. Another scent very much like his was ballooning in the pillau and I knew without having to ask that it was Ruune’s ooroo.

  “It is the time when the Sister passes Her sibling in Skyvryn. It is when the Lubrei become one. Dorai fuck their Pasha and make shimi. By the time we return from raid, our biis’a will be swelling with young.” His words were a rumbled, lusty husk in my ear.

  One of his hands dropped to my covered mound and palmed it. I moaned against myself and ground down into his fingers.

  Fuck…I was horny.

  “We are not having shimi,” I tell him in a voice lacking conviction. Their scents were much too tempting.

  “Can we not have fun trying, kisa-uu?” His teeth nipped at one of my jeweled earlobes. My knees felt a little weak. “If You would only allow me Your touch and to touch in return.”

  Beast! Coercing fucking monster!

  Yet I was liking it.

  “Uum opari biis’a,” my Xerbai pretty-boy murmured and stepped into me. His expression was all want and lascivious need. Desire became his middle name. “You will let me feel You this lune? Lay with my head in Your lap? I will have You dance in my arms where I may have the glory of touching Your sacred skin as You revel?”

  Ooh, why did he have to sound so needy and earnest?!?! And why did he have to give me those eyes? He made me feel like he’d been walking starved and dying of thirst through the desert and I was his picnic basket with a nice cool pitcher of lemonade…and I was keeping it from him.

  No fair, no fair!

  “Baby,” I found myself purring the endearment to him in English. He kept stroking his fat cock, but his face was pure elation when I opened my arms to him. He swooped in desperately, his knees scratching the rugs so he could heave his face into my wrapped breasts. He was so tall he still had to duck and hunch to get his face there.

  I wrapped my arms around him, skimming my fingers across the downy softness of the peach fuzz of his scalp. He groaned into my cleavage.

  His free hand not busy playing with himself lifted to rub against the outside of my hip. Kor’s cupping hand was caught between us. Strangely, I couldn’t feel that the big male cared one iota.

  Probably because he all but had his fingers delving into my hooha!

  “You’re mine,” I spoke to the top of Ruune’s scalp. My lips kissed it. He groaned again. “Maybe I am ready tonight for a little bit of nookie. Maybe.”

  “Is ‘nookie’ like ‘cookie’?” Kor chewed my ear a little harder before laving it with his coarse tongue. A frog lodged itself in my throat at the erotic zing I experienced. “Do you still hunger?”

  Boy howdy, did I feel hunger. Just not for the life-sustaining, stomach filling kind. Yet, I grinned mischievously.

  “Yes,” I agreed in the Tongue once more. “Nookie is like cookie. Only bigger. Best with nuts.”

  …right over their heads…

  Or so I thought until Kor clenched his jaws around my throat and groaned. He had to have been uncomfortable with how low he was to munch on my tender flesh, his knees bent and opened around my thighs, but no one would kn
ow it for how perfectly poised he was wrapped up around me. He made himself fit me like a glove.

  “You will have nookie every sol, uum Taytani,” the Tohtahk promised me with plain resolution. His hand snaked away from my mons with a final, hard squeeze while the other danced across my belled chains. I arched my head to turn and see him sidling up to a trunk for clothes of his own.

  Apparently, we needed to dress up a bit differently for this event.

  While still snuggling Ruune into me, I thought about what tonight could be. Leishai meant nothing to me. The comment of a ‘sister’ passing in the heavens, though, rang bells. Tauren called their moon Miri – named after ‘mother’ – and a smaller, secondary ‘moon’ called simply Titi – a pet-version of ‘sister’. Titi served more like a comet of sorts that only swung into sight once every two years. Luintak wasn’t the only country that celebrated Titi’s orbit so enthusiastically.

  Based on nights in the North – including during my first year on Intau – we were looking forward to a night of drinking and debauchery. Knowing the Lubrei and the Udon in specific, I could likely expect some bloodshed, too. They loved their bare-knuckled brawling.

  Ruune’s moaning rasp as he pushed himself to standing while nuzzling against my body distracted me from watching Kor’s tight ass flex as he dressed himself for the festivities.

  “I like touching You,” he confided in me. His flat nose skimmed my jawline just over the rim of my bakal. The bells chirruped and chimed against me from his disturbance of them.

  “I enjoy your touch,” I admitted softly. Kor’s hearing was keen enough to pick up anything I said anywhere in the pillau, but I wasn’t going to be very vocal when I was acknowledging that I might be ready for intimacy with either of them.

  This was a massive step for me. After years of abuse, torture, and rape, to be on the fringe of consciously accepting personal touch was huge. Epic. Therapists would’ve had a field day with me…provided they didn’t think I was stark raving mad.

  “This pleases me.” My devoted man pressed his firm lips against my forehead, not quite kissing, before standing back up straight. He smiled down at me. “I will be a moment. I must dress.”

  I thought he looked fine the way he was in his opened trou, still lingeringly stroking his dick, with his breast-binding and vest. I chewed my lower lip and spared only the briefest glance at Kor before taking Ruune’s hands to draw him to another trunk closer to my side of the pallet. I made him kneel while I opened it to sift through the contents.

  I found the vest I’d had Tok work on for me in secret.

  Ruune gasped behind me when I turned with it in my hands. I felt the blush hit my cheeks at his awestruck expression and then felt a tremor touch in my fingers at the shine of tears in his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his thick throat.

  “It is for me?”

  “Aichi.”

  As he shucked his current vest, I looked over the new one. It had a little bit of a collar and sleeves that would barely cover the tops of his shoulders. The leather was black and the stitching copper to match his bullring. I asked Tok to embroider in silver and Icelandic blue baubles intermittently to give the vest some pop and tie him back to me since the silver and blue shades were reserved for Innintani. Kor only wore shades of silver and blue to mark himself as mine. That was something I learned from my friends in the Horde after our time in Granzee.

  “You honor him well, uum kisa-uu,” Kor growled behind me as I helped Ruune into his new covering. This time I did hear more than a twinge of jealous upset in the bigger male’s voice. I flinched, but kept going.

  Once Ruune was dressed, I silently moved back to the trunk that I left open. I reached in with one hand and pulled out a stiff metal hoop. Kor froze and stared blankly at it.

  “I…I had this made for you.” I gulped back apprehension. My fingers fidgeted with the warm silver metal. “They are called ‘torc’ where I am from. You have many things, but I wanted you to have something opari from me. I…wanted to thank you.”

  “Dashka?” He was stiff as a board, but I saw his hand twitch like he wanted to take the torc from me.

  “Yes. Dashka.” I waved for him to kneel with my free hand. He did so immediately. I stepped up to his front so I could put the torc around his neck. It had the likeness of Mahzri heads on the ends with their crests fanned open. Blue gems dotted the ‘woven’ metal braid from end to end.

  Having these presents made had been something I thought about only after leaving Granzee and it had been ridiculously difficult to keep them a secret since I was so rarely left alone. Not to mention that the trunks were accessed by my ladies on the regular. It had taken some ingenuity to keep the two males unawares

  Kor’s hands gripped my hips tightly, drawing me back to him and our interaction.

  “You saved me.” I didn’t elaborate. What was done was done. I wasn’t going back in any sense, whether that be physically or going down memory lane. “You have been very good to me.”

  “You are uumat. I tend to what is uumat.” He moved quicker than lightning to capture my wrists so that he could press his lips to my palms. His eyes closed briefly. “You need never thank me, Calliope.”

  Maybe I didn’t need to, but I wanted to.

  “Ido,” Kor barked at last, coming back to his feet. He gestured me to the doorway. “It is time.”

  Let the festivities begin.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The Lubrei have a version of the Cupid Shuffle. As I hollered and yipped, grinding myself in open air, I knew exactly how hard these people could party and how much fun they could have.

  It was totally different experiencing the fun and frivolity versus standing in the wings waiting to serve.

  Fun. Dear God, fun!

  Such a foreign concept, but oh so welcome. Slinging my shoulders back, a deep back-bend that swirled my tits as though in offering to the night sky, I warbled a semblance of the same synchronized cheer everyone else chanted to.

  My bells chimed happily to match my mood.

  A large hand skimmed under my shoulderblades and coasted up to cup the back of my head. I knew Ruune’s touch as much as I knew Kor’s. Their hands were on me endlessly, joining me in the convoluted dance to Miri and Titi.

  Whereas the females moved sensually, rotating hips and shaking tits, the men stomped and threw around weight. Literally. More than once I watched as Pasha were launched into the air to perform twists, flips, and twirls, only for them to come back down into the arms of their Dorai. Even immersed in the dance myself, I was awestruck by these Tauren.

  Kor sluiced in front of me, not hesitating anymore in hefting me up by my hips. He was cautious at the start of the night, but as the aris flowed heavily and a lustful haze descended, seemingly triggered by the heavenly phenomena, the Tohtahk shed some of his inhibitions. Had I argued his embrace, I believe wholeheartedly he would have conceded, but I didn’t bitch. I didn’t fight. I welcomed him.

  His mitts pinched my hips and I knew, for the first time, that I was going to be airborne. I took a shuddering breath one second and the next I was soaring up to the stars.

  Some long-dormant part of me triggered, knowing what I needed to do.

  Kor threw me in just the right way for me to cock back. I crossed my ankles and pressed my opened hands to either shoulder, spinning myself dizzily in a flipping corkscrew. When I came back down, Kor was scooping me in a long arc just above the hard-packed earth.

  I heard roars and screaming cheers as my own try at an aerobatic move – no fucking idea where it came from since I’d never been within ten miles of a gymnasium since I was in high school – came to a gliding end. The world spun around me even more while my erstwhile lover righted me onto my own two feet.

  “Holy shit,” I chortled a little hysterically. “That was fucking awesome!”

  Another cheer went up.

  I buckled into Kor’s front, my breaths panting, and felt Ruune sidle up to my back. His hands stroked my trembling limb
s languidly, his humming along to the barbaric beat of drums and bugling Mahzri loud in my ears.

  My long braid – made up of many dozens of smaller braids – was brushed from my back so he could apply his stubbed nose to the peach-fuzz over the nape of my neck.

  His hot breath peppered against my vulnerable spine.

  We might have been the only ones not dancing in the melee, but it was oddly peaceful. Kor’s sheer size and presence eclipsed everything else, his dark aura blanketing mine protectively. Ruune’s, too, to a lesser degree. Silvery white, mine; blue-black, Kor; indigo, Ruune. All three swam together like they’d always been a part of each other.

  It was pretty.

  My eyes snapped open and a gasp wrenched from my lips when I was taken up into the Tohtahk’s capable arms. As though it was choreographed, the Horde parted for us to make way to where low tables were set up for dining.

  Kor eased me onto an oversized, lush pillow – familiar as one of those from my pillau – before situating himself to my side. I felt my brows scrunch before I was even aware of frowning at him. Confusion at his ‘distance’ washed away quickly, though, when Ruune snuggled into my back. His legs came around my bottom and tucked in, elevating me onto his thighs and calves somewhat. His torso served as my backrest.

  The Horde leader set his hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. His nose came forward to brush my temple.

  “It is time to eat, kisa-uu.” With a mere wave of his hand, the bevy of overloaded platters were ushered over to us by slaves nearly as effervescent as the Gishtak of the Udon. I couldn’t miss the way they watched with rapt attention, groups trading out so they could retreat to their own private festivities further away from the main gathering.

  “Oh, good God,” I groaned in sheer delight when I saw the steaming slabs of flame-kissed meat and inhaled the pungent aroma of spiced stew. We were served a wide array of vegetables and fruits, both cooked and raw, as well as several meat dishes. With as paltry as the food selection was as the Udon rode through the dessert, it was mind-boggling to see so much abundance.

  Table-manners bedamned, I reached out and snagged a freshly baked roll of not-quite-rye, dredged it through the bowl of stew Kor heaped for me, and shoveled it in. I was barely able to breathe around my scarfing and I couldn’t muster even an ounce of shame for it.