Sharing a Mate: A Kindred Tales M/F/M Novel (Brides of the Kindred)

by Evangeline Anderson

  “I don’t know,” Kayla admitted. Taking the stopper off, she took a sniff. A warm, sweet fragrance drifted up to her nose. “Mmm! Smells like…peaches and…strawberries…and buttered popcorn?” She frowned. “Weird but delicious.”

  “Let me smell that,” Bron held out his hand and she gave him the bottle. He took a sniff and nodded. “That’s what I thought—bonding fruit. This must be some kind of distillation or concentrate—it smells fucking strong.”

  “Oh, now I know who it’s from—Kat!” Kayla exclaimed. “She’s kind of a friend of a friend,” she added, seeing her guys’ uncomprehending looks. “And she’s bonded to Twin Kindred. I ran into her on the way to the lab and she, uh, thought we might need this if…if you two ever came around.”

  “Why would we need bonding fruit?” Sorin asked, sounding surprised. “The compounds in Bron’s seed have proved to be more than adequate up until now.”

  “Yes, but Kayla’s about to have both of our shafts in her pussy at once as well as my mating fist,” Bron said. “We wouldn’t want to hurt her, Sorin. It might be a good idea for her to drink some just in case.”

  “I’ll take some now, then,” Kayla decided. “No time like the present.” She took the bottle back from Bron and took a sip. “Mmm! That’s really good!” she exclaimed.

  The bonding fruit juice tasted even better than it smelled. She took another swig of it and then another—it was practically addictive. She was just about to finish the bottle off when Sorin said,

  “Leelah, didn’t that juice come with a warning?”

  “I thought you were only supposed to drink a few sips,” Bron said, frowning. “Better watch out, baby—you’re going to be horny out of your fucking mind.”

  “Oops—you’re right.” Quickly, Kayla put the stopper back in the bottle so she wouldn’t be tempted by the delicious fruity fragrance. “Let’s see what else is in here,” she said, turning back to the box Kat had left at her door.

  The next thing she pulled out looked a little bit like doll furniture—but it was certainly very oddly shaped. It looked like a bench with high, padded ends. Attached to it with a piece of twine was a note and a tiny clear bottle with an eyedropper top. The note said, Two drops to re-size.

  “This is just weird,” Kayla murmured, looking at the thing in her hand. “Why would she send me deformed doll furniture?”

  “It’s not doll furniture—it’s just miniaturized,” Bron rumbled. “That’s the resizing liquid in the bottle there.”

  “But what is it?” Kayla asked. “Even if we, uh, de-miniaturize it it’s still going to look weird. What’s the point of a bench with such high sides?”

  “It’s a Breeding Bench,” Sorin said quietly.

  “A what?” Bron and Kayla asked at the same time.

  “A Breeding Bench. Twin Kindred use them sometimes when they’re trying to conceive with their female. It makes it easier for the two males to stay inside their mate longer and come many more times which increases the chances of her getting pregnant,” Sorin explained. His face looked red as he said it and Kayla studied him carefully.

  “Hey, you know what this is because you’ve looked into it, haven’t you?” she asked the Blood Kindred. “Were you thinking of me and Bron when you researched it?”

  “The thought of the three of us together did occur to me,” Sorin admitted, his face growing redder. “As you know, when Twin Kindred come together to penetrate their female, their shafts actually fuse together for the time they are inside her. With Bron and me…” He cleared his throat. “We will…have to be pressed tightly together and I thought that something like this…” He gestured at the miniaturized Breeding Bench. “Might make it easier.”

  “I’d say you’re fucking right about that,” Bron growled. He grinned at Sorin. “But why are you blushing? Are you ashamed that our shafts will be touching when we enter our lady together?”

  “Not ashamed exactly just…uncertain,” Sorin admitted. “You know…know what my people think of such things.”

  “Yes, we certainly do!” Kayla shivered at the memory of the awful vision Mother Pain had shown them. “And I’m sorry, Sorin, but I don’t think we ought to visit your parents any time soon.”

  “Or mine,” Bron said grimly. “If we do this, we’re going to have to renounce our families, Brother,” he told Sorin.

  “It’s worth it,” the Blood Kindred said at once. “You know my parents have never been the warmest people and after being reminded of what they did to Taurin…” He shook his head. “I have no wish to see them again.”

  “I’m thinking we should stay away from Rageron too,” Bron remarked. “My Sire always did like my older brothers better than me—he never approved of me getting so much education.”

  “Well my family will love the two of you enough to make up for it,” Kayla promised them. “My Auntie Feenie has been asking since the first time she met you when I was bringing you home as more than just friends.”

  “We’re all going to be a hell of a lot more than friends if this works,” Bron growled.

  “We’ll be mates,” Sorin said quietly. He looked at Kayla and Bron. “And I want you to know, I want to be mated to you both.”

  “I feel the same way,” Bron murmured. “We’re not complete without each other.”

  “I love you both so much,” Kayla looked from one to the other with loving affection. “Thank you for agreeing to share me—there’s no way I could ever have chosen between you.”

  “If this goes well, you won’t have to choose, leelah,” Sorin murmured.

  “From your lips to the Goddess’s ears,” Bron growled.

  Both of them gave her soft, lingering kisses—one on either cheek—and then Bron said, “Hey, what else is in there?”

  Kayla looked down into the bottom of the box and saw where he was pointing. There was one more thing inside—something wrapped in the blue seal-all the Kindred used as a kind of cling wrap.

  Picking up the thick package, she peeled back a corner of the seal-all and sniffed. She started to grin.

  “Brownies! I knew I liked that girl!”

  “Here’s a note that was under them,” Sorin picked it out and read, “For afterwards. You’re going to be really hungry.”

  Kayla cracked up and her men rumbled laughter too.

  “I don’t know this ‘Kat’ person but I’d like to fucking meet her,” Bron remarked.

  “She seems to think of everything,” Sorin agreed.

  “It was nice of her to send us a ready-made three-way sex kit,” Kayla said, still grinning a little. “With afterglow snacks included. In fact—oh!”

  The exclamation was pulled from her by the tight, tingling sensation in her breasts and pussy.

  “What is it?” Sorin asked at the same time Bron said,

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “I’m not exactly sure,” Kayla gasped. “But I think…I think maybe I’m having a, er, needing attack and the bonding fruit juice is kicking in at the same time!”

  She looked down at herself and, sure enough, her breasts were beginning to swell with the sweet nectar again, just as they had on the shuttle on their trip to Carnal Four. At the same time, her pussy felt incredibly wet and sensitive and empty.

  Oh my God, Kayla thought with a groan. Why did I ever take that Bonding fruit juice? Bron was right—I’m horny out of my mind. I’m getting so aroused it hurts!

  It was true—the lust virus still in her system mixed with the properties of the Bonding Fruit was giving her severe problems. Her nipples ached to be sucked and her breasts felt full to overflowing. Her pussy was suddenly so hot and wet she had to part her legs to try and get some relief but that only made the emptiness worse. She needed to be filled and soon—filled by something big.

  Or ‘two somethings’ to paraphrase Liv, she thought desperately. God, I need them—need them both!

  “Please,” she gasped, gripping her guys’ legs—Bron on the right and Sorin on the left, as always. �
�Please, I need…need the two of you really soon.”

  “We’ll be more than happy to help you, sweetheart” Sorin murmured. “Let me just tend to this…”

  Standing up for a minute, he put down the miniaturized Breeding Bench between the fireplace and the couch and carefully squeezed two drops of the re-sizing liquid on either end of it.

  Immediately the piece of Twin Kindred furniture began to grow. Kayla watched in surprise, forgetting her own pain and desire for a moment. The bench was made of some heavy black wood and upholstered in a deep red leather-like material which looked both tough and durable. It swelled bigger and bigger until it was about the size of a large love seat, just big enough for two if they sat facing each other.

  Or three if the third person is sitting on their laps, Kayla thought and bit back a moan of frantic desire as her body reminded her of what she needed.

  “Please, Sorin…Bron…” she begged softly. “I’m, uh, really having a problem here.”

  “Told you not to drink so much of that Bonding Fruit juice,” Bron remarked.

  “It’s clearly the lust virus at work too, not just the Bonding Fruit,” Sorin said as he sat back down on her left. “But before we can help her, Brother, we need to ease the pressure in her sweet breasts. We’ll have to take off her blouse.”

  “Agreed,” Bron growled softly. “In fact, maybe it’s better if the three of us get completely naked. It’ll save time later.”

  “That sounds good to me.” Sorin’s pale blue eyes were lazy with lust. “Kayla?” he murmured.

  “Yes.” She nodded. “Yes, please—I want to touch you—both of you. I need to feel your skin against mine.”

  “Our pleasure, small one,” Bron growled. The two of them worked on her clothes first—Sorin unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off while Bron pulled down her skirt. Before Kayla knew it they had her down to her bra and panties.

  “Mmm, looks like you’re leaking, leelah,” Sorin murmured, staring at the amber-colored stains beginning to spread across the white cups of Kayla’s bra.

  “Better take off that lacy little undergarment before she ruins it,” Bron growled softly.

  “I’d say you’re right about that, Brother,” Sorin said, giving the Beast Kindred a lazy grin. He unlatched Kayla’s front-hook bra and peeled it back, revealing her swollen breasts and berry-dark nipples which were so tight they hurt.

  Kayla moaned breathlessly as they bared her, feeling both aroused and embarrassed. But there was no time for shame or embarrassment now—her body wouldn’t let there be time. Right now it was too interested in getting her needs met to worry about how they were met.

  “Gods, your body is so lush,” Sorin breathed.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Bron growled. He looked at the Blood Kindred. “Should we suck her sweet breasts and ease our lady’s pain?”

  “I think that’s an excellent idea. As one?”

  “As one,” Bron agreed.

  Then two hot, wet mouths descended on her breasts at once and Kayla gasped as they sucked her deep and hard, draining the sweet nectar which had filled her breasts so quickly. Each hard, long suck on her tight peaks seemed to shoot electrical sparks of pure pleasure to her throbbing pussy. But as her breasts drained, the emptiness inside her grew so great that Kayla couldn’t help crying out and writhing between them.

  “What is it, small one?” Bron asked, letting go of her right nipple. “Are we hurting you?”

  “I’m in pain but it’s not…not because of you,” Kayla panted. “What you’re doing feels really good but I feel so empty inside, I’m about to go crazy!”

  Sorin shot Bron a worried look. “We’d better take her to the Breeding Bench soon.”

  “Agreed,” Bron rumbled. “But first the two of us need to get situated.”

  “Just give us a minute, leelah,” Sorin told her. “Let us get ready for you.”

  “All right.” Kayla bit her lip and told herself she had to wait. “I’ll be all right,” she said tightly. “Just…hurry, okay?”

  “We will,” Bron promised as he finished getting undressed. When he was nude, he went to the bench with its high, padded ends. He straddled it and sat down with his broad back against one of them. Sitting with his legs spread, as he was, his thick shaft rose like an exclamation point from between his muscular thighs. He looked up at Sorin, who was also getting undressed, although a bit more slowly. “Well, friend of my heart—are you ready for this?”

  “I think so.” Sorin took a deep breath as he stepped out of his clothes and went to straddle the bench as well. He sat down opposite Bron and though he still looked uncertain, Kayla saw that his cock rose high and tight to his flat abdomen, as hard and eager as his friend’s.

  “You’re too far away,” Bron complained. “You’re going to have to get a hell of a lot closer than that if we’re both going to fit into our lady’s pussy at the same time.”

  “Sorry.” The Blood Kindred cleared his throat. “I just feel…nervous about, uh…being so close.”

  “Because you don’t want to?” Bron asked, frowning.

  “No,” Sorin said quietly. “Because I do want to.” He scooted closer to Bron as he spoke. “Very much, friend of my heart.”

  “Then come even closer,” Bron urged him. “Here, put your legs over mine like that…all right, now scoot just a little more forward and so will I…”

  In a moment the two friends were almost as close as they could get. Despite the pain and emptiness she felt, Kayla couldn’t help but admire their masculine beauty as Bron’s thick shaft pressed against Sorin’s long one, length to length.

  “Hey…” Sorin sounded surprised as he looked down.

  “What’s wrong? Too close for you?” Bron inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

  “No, it’s just…I thought your mating fist would get in the way of us…” Sorin cleared his throat. “Really getting close. But it’s not.”

  “That’s because there’s a kind of, uh, notch in the center there, right where you’re pressed,” Bron admitted gruffly. “I used to feel fucking self-conscious about it but now…” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling. “It seems to have a purpose.”

  “It lets me fit right against you.” Sorin’s voice was low and hushed. “We’ve never been this close except for when we filled our lady.”

  “And this time there’s nothing between us,” Bron rumbled. “Gods, it feels good, friend of my heart—I like to feel you against me.”

  “I like it too,” Sorin admitted. He looked at Kayla. “But we need to help our lady.”

  “I’m okay,” Kayla told them. The throbbing emptiness had died down a little as she watched her men. “I can wait a little bit until you get situated—I like watching the two of you together.”

  “Thank you, small one,” Bron murmured. He looked at Sorin. “I think we should try a few practice thrusts together so we know what we’re doing when we enter our lady. Agreed?”

  “Agreed.” Sorin nodded. “Show me.”

  “Like this…” Bron’s voice was a deep, sensual rumble. He put one big hand around their two shafts, encircling them easily and drawing them even more closely together.

  Sorin, who was watching as his best friend gripped them both, let out a low groan.

  “Gods, Bron that feels good,” he admitted hoarsely.

  “Of course it feels good,” Bron growled. “It’s my shaft pressed to yours—you’re being touched by one who loves you. Now thrust with me, as one.”

  “As one,” Sorin agreed breathlessly and, as if on some unspoken signal, the two of them thrust up, their shafts sliding through Bron’s fist as he held them close together.

  “That’s the way,” Bron groaned as they both slid down again. “A few more, Brother, and we’ll be ready for Kayla to mount us.”

  They thrust a few more times until the broad heads of both shafts were shiny with precum. Then they looked at her together.

  “Come, leelah,” Sorin murmured hoarsely. “Come and let us fill
you and bond you.”

  “Let us fuck your sweet little pussy together, baby,” Bron growled.

  Kayla needed no further invitation. With a little moan of need, she slipped off her panties and came to them. With a bit of help from both her guys, she was soon straddling the middle of the bench, facing Bron this time, with the heads of both large shafts pointing straight at her slippery entrance.

  She couldn’t help thinking that without the bonding fruit juice and the lust virus, she would have been scared to death to see so much male equipment pointed in her direction and ready to penetrate her. Now she could barely wait to have them in her.

  “All right,” she said with a deep breath. “All right, guys, I’m coming down now.”

  “Come down, baby,” Bron murmured. “We’ll support you—just come down.”

  True to his word, big,warm hands held her hips and thighs, helping to lower herself onto the waiting shafts At the last moment Kayla had an instant of doubt. Would they fit? Would the bonding fruit really help her stretch? Would…

  And then she felt the two, blunt heads rubbing against her hot, inner pussy folds as one. She had a vague idea that Bron was still holding them together—holding them steady for her approach. But she was too involved in getting them both inside her to care.

  “Ah,” she gasped as she felt the broad heads breach her entrance. Though she wouldn’t have believed it, her pussy stretched easily to take them both in—it was almost as though her body was welcoming them…inviting them to come deeper.

  Kayla soon found that her legs weren’t quite strong enough to help her come down as slowly as she would have liked to. But Sorin’s warm hands slipped under her thighs and lowered her gently but firmly while Bron continued to hold both shafts together as he growled softly about how beautiful she was and how brave to take them both at once.

  She felt her inner walls stretching as they had never stretched before and moaned, bracing her hands on Bron’s broad shoulders as they continued sliding into her. At last she felt both thick heads kiss the end of her channel and moaned softly loving the feeling of being so full…so utterly vulnerable and open to the men she loved.

  In me, she thought. God, I can’t believe they’re both in me so deep…