by Aubrey Ross
“No.” He put his cock back in her mouth and Olav pushed his finger past Dalton’s sphincter. “Fuck!”
After only a few seconds she felt Dalton’s shaft buck wildly against her tongue. Oh, the power of the forbidden. He held her face and shook as he spilled his seed down her throat.
“You two are going to kill me.” Dalton stepped back, bracing his hands against his knees. “This isn’t what I had in mind.”
“What did you have in mind?” Kylie stood and wiggled out of her skirt.
“Is sex with your kind always so -- overwhelming? Don’t you ever take it nice and slow, build the intensity gradually.”
“Fucking isn’t just about intimate connections and physical pleasure,” Olav reminded him. “This is how we create energy.”
“And the more energy we need, the greedier we become sexually.” Kylie moved up in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “We can slow down if that’s what you need. Or you can watch for a while.”
Dalton laughed. “Yeah, that worked out real well last night.”
Kylie looked at Olav as she rubbed her breasts against Dalton’s chest. “We’re not being fair to him. We’re expecting him to make all of the adjustments. Let’s try it his way just once.”
“This is his adventure.”
She took Dalton by the hand and led him into the bedroom. “Lie down. Let us love you. Relax and accept our attention. We’ll join with you.”
Dalton spread out on his back and Kylie straddled his hips. Her willingness to please him made his heart thump in his chest. Compromise and communication, they were the basis for any relationship. Mind blowing sex didn’t hurt, but this was wonderful.
She smiled and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He cupped her breasts and found one already covered by Olav’s hand. Compromise. He couldn’t pretend the other man wasn’t here. He was part of a threesome now. He had to accept it. His erection intensified as he remembered Olav’s finger sliding so smoothly in his ass. Maybe being part of a threesome wasn’t so bad.
He caressed her torso and stroked her hips, his hand crossing under and then over Olav’s as they each explored her soft skin. She pushed up and Dalton pulled her toward his mouth, capturing one nipple between his teeth. He watched Olav roll the other nipple, working together until they were both tight and dark.
“Put me inside you,” Dalton told her. “I want to feel Olav make you come.”
“Are you sure? We aren’t taking this very slow.”
“I’m warming up to the Froswick way of fucking.”
“Thank the gods.” Olav grinned.
Balancing her weight on her knees, Kylie guided his cock to her core and lowered herself onto his aching length. Dalton lay perfectly still and gloried in the penetration. Her cunt was hot and tight, rippling around him. He groaned, then spread his legs. She arched backward and braced herself against the bed, giving Olav access to her clit.
Olav leaned over Kylie and circled her clit with his tongue. Not sparing Dalton so much as a glance, Olav became bolder, licking her delicate tissue where it stretched tight around the base of Dalton’s cock. His warm, wet tongue stroked Dalton’s cock as often as it teased her pussy. Dalton went with it, accepting the pleasure, the tingling heat, and the tension spiraling up through his abdomen.
“You’re going to make me come -- again and that wasn’t the point.”
Olav chuckled and returned to her clit. With focused intent and obvious skill, he brought her to a trembling orgasm. “Better?” He helped her up and moved her forward, so she rested against Dalton’s chest. “The only one who hasn’t come at all, is me.”
“I’m still hard as a rock. Are you going where I think you’re going?”
“He better be,” Kylie whispered, arching her hips in invitation.
“What about lube?” Dalton asked when Olav moved immediately into position.
“My cock can produce it at will.”
“Then why was I ‘helping’ you last night?”
“Shut up and fuck me!”
Dalton chuckled. Who could argue with that? He couldn’t see what Olav was doing but the sensation of his cock sliding into Kylie’s already tight body was enough to make him howl. He barely fought back the sound and tossed his head back and forth. Humans weren’t meant to feel this much pleasure. His chest heaved and stars danced behind his closed eyelids.
Olav pulled back, giving Kylie room to move. Dalton didn’t understand at first, but two rhythmic cycles made the process blissfully clear. She dragged her body off Olav’s cock as she pushed down onto his, then she took Olav deep as she rose up off of him. Back and forth, in and out, she passed herself between one cock and the other. They each moved a bit, but Kylie set the depth and speed.
“I need… Can you take another bite?”
He opened his eyes and looked into her flushed face, so beautiful, so incredibly precious. “Of course.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled her mouth down toward his throat. She veered at the last minute, sinking her fangs into his shoulder instead.
Pain burst within his mind, followed by a blinding surge of pleasure. Blinking and shaking, he looked up and found Olav’s face close above his. The other man was drawing on the side of Kylie’s neck, completing the circle. Energy sizzled and flowed. Dalton felt Olav as well as Kylie blending in the meld.
Their bodies strained into and against each other, reaching for the culmination of the joining, determined to arrive together. Dazed and breathless, Dalton clutched Kylie to his chest, knowing the firm squeeze of her inner muscles would be enough to push him over the edge. Olav pushed deep as well. Filled by them, surrounded with them, Kylie released her hold on Dalton’s shoulder and surrendered to her orgasm. Dalton arched up into her and Olav clasped Dalton’s back as they came in shuddering waves.
“I hate to interrupt, but neither of you responded to my signal and this is an emergency.”
Olav reached for the sheet at the foot of the bed, giving Dalton a glimpse of the Valkyrie. She wasn’t really standing there, but it was still bizarre.
After an awkward moment of untangling body parts, Kylie pushed her hair off her forehead and asked, “What’s wrong? Why did you send out an emergency signal?”
“We suspected that the Setti have had a recon team on Earth for some time now.”
“What?” Kylie got to her knees obviously upset by the news. “Why am I just now hearing about this?”
“You know why. All Nac O’te intel is strictly need to know.”
“I now have a need to know?”
“We’ve not only confirmed the presence of the recon team, we’ve intercepted a message dispatching a strike force. Their target is your target.”
“I’m racing a Setti strike team?” Kylie shook her head. “You have got to be kidding.”
Arabel clasped her hands behind her back, retreating into her professional role. “I can spare two Nac O’te warriors. Any greater risk is unacceptable.”
“Unless they’re Day Warriors, they’ll be no use to me and I don’t need to ask if you can spare Day Warriors. Can I at least know why I’m risking my life for this woman?”
“We were more curious than anything until we found out about the Setti’s interest in her.” Arabel’s expression softened and she released an audible sigh. “You have to find her, Kylie. You’re her only hope.”
The image blinked out and Kylie crawled out from under the sheet, determination burning in her gaze. “Do you think Faelon will be more helpful if he knows her life is on the line?”
“Who are the Setti?”
“They’re a vile race of beings who were systematically destroying their galaxy until the Guardians put a stop to their devastation,” Olav said.
“If the Guardians stopped them… I don’t understand.”
“Their one weakness is they can’t exist outside their home dimension, so the Guardians sealed their dimension. Unfortunately, some really nasty hybrids had already set up outposts in ot
her dimensions. We’re at war with a horde of these hybrids.”
“I see.”
“I don’t think you do.” Olav swung his leg off the other side of the bed and stood. “And hopefully you never will.”
“Are they really that bad?”
Kylie shuddered. “You can’t even imagine.”
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