by Fox, Jaide
It wasn’t much to show for twenty-six years of living. But maybe now she’d have a little more control over what happened to her, and who it happened to her with. All she could do was try.
The door opened and Fallon came striding in. “There’s been some delay,” he said, closing the door behind him. “The pilots want to run a couple more simulations before actually taking off. I agreed. It will be a couple of hours. If you want to sleep for this time, while you are waiting, it may be a wise idea.”
“I don’t think I could sleep,” she said. “I’m exhausted, for sure, but too keyed up to sleep. Maybe there’s some job I can do to keep busy. What needs to be done?”
“Well, Ebony,” he said, as he pulled his own few belongings out of the closet and pushed them into a duffel bag, “I do not know of anything. My people are so efficient, and trustworthy, that all is in readiness for us to leave at the appointed hour. It’s only the pilots who asked for a little extra time.”
“So, the rest of us just have a couple of hours on our hands to wait.” She sighed, and sat down on the soft plastic surface of the bare mattress.
“Tell me,” he said, tying off the bag, “will you miss seeing the palace and the harem, now that you know you will never see them again?”
She looked at him with a bemused expression. “You’re kidding. Right? Yes, Auresial Palace is beautiful. Yes, the food was very good and they even had sweets for us as a reward when we behaved. Yes, the toilets were wonderful. But it’s also a prison for slaves. Now I know exactly what the term ‘gilded cage’ really means. But you want to know if I’ll miss it?”
“Perhaps you will miss all the regular sex you got from my brother--who just happens to be my twin and looks just like me.”
Ebony stared hard at him for a moment, but she could only shake her head. “Maybe you finally are cracking up, with all the pressure of moving day,” she said. “I told you right from the start that I could not stand your brother. None of the women in the harem could stand your brother. He’s the kind of guy who couldn’t get laid in a whorehouse. Not because he’s bad looking--he’s not, he looks almost just like you, like you just said--but because he’s a greedy asshole who just wants to screw himself to death.”
She waited for some response, but he only sat down quietly and watched her. “At least I managed to avoid getting pregnant by him,” she said. “So did the others. Or maybe your little virus worked better than you knew. Anyway, that’s the one good thing that came out of it. No baby anywhere.”
“Ebony, I am sorry…”
“But I’ll tell you one more thing about him that I always did resent,” she said, suddenly standing up and walking across the room. “And that was the fact that he was so completely inconsiderate of all of us when it came to sex. He’d get us going but never finish us off. Ever. Once he was done, that was it. He wanted another girl and just went straight on to her--to whoever was unlucky enough to be next.
“Yes, I hated him--we all did--but if he was going to force us to behave like his wives he could have at least given us a little consideration. Sure, I could always finish things off myself--but it’s not the same.” She shrugged. “Oh, well. With any luck, I’ll never have to worry about it again.” She sighed deeply and sat down on the edge of the plastic mattress again, tapping her fingers nervously against it.
“Perhaps I can put this unexpected time to good use,” he said, and she was surprised to see him standing right over her. He reached for her hand and pulled her up to stand in front of him--and then, to her amazement, he kissed her. He kissed her deeply and thoroughly, the way a man kisses his beloved.
A thrill raced through her, straight down to her toes. She curled them against the cool stone floor and leaned against him, looping her arms around his narrow waist.
Ebony began to respond in a way that she had not for a very long time. The softness of his mouth, the affection in his touch...it was comforting in a way that had been missing from her life ever since she’d been brought to this world against her will, and maybe even for some time before that.
She hadn’t had a real boyfriend in forever, and never one that really seemed to care. She’d pointedly avoided kissing Kore Anadaru.
She began to kiss him back, and pressed her body up against his very strong legs and chest while she did so. The feeling of his hard muscles ignited a fire within her. She loved the sensation of his restraint against her. She could feel his tension rise with their lingering kiss.
Ebony strained up on her tiptoes, trying to get closer to him. He was so tall, his neck had to hurt from leaning down to close his mouth over hers.
He began to caress her, all of her, gently and warmly. “I used to know how to show physical love to a woman,” he murmured in her ear. “Not just what you would call ‘fucking,’ but love—warmth, comfort, even adoration.”
He bent her backward slightly, kissing her throat and her chest. “I am not my brother,” he whispered. “I promise, I will not leave you unsatisfied ever again. Come. I will show you.”
Ebony thought she would melt. She closed her eyes and allowed him to support her, lying back against the great strength in his arms. “Yes. Show me,” she murmured to him. “Show me what you’ve got...”
Fallon lifted her up with one arm under her shoulders and one arm under her knees, and then kissed her again as he cradled her against his chest. He set her down on the bed and helped her slide off the top of the blue scrubs, and then the drawstring pants. He sat down beside her on the edge of the mattress, gazing down at her and smiling.
“I have never seen a woman like you before,” Fallon said. “Your dark color is so striking, so warm, so very...different.” He stroked her full breasts and ran his fingers gently down her sides and along the outer reaches of her thighs. “And you are so strong, with such wonderful rounded curves. Chalcydonian women tended to be very smooth and pale, delicate, and tall. There were none such as you...”
He kissed her again, and caressed every part of her--every inch--with his strong warm fingertips, firing the nerves of her nipples and sending heat surging through the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Her labia tickled with the seepage of moisture from her sex, signaling that her body was readying for his entry.
Ebony began to moan softly and arched her back as she lay on the mattress, wanting nothing more than to pull him inside her and make him finish her off right then and there.
But he still lay beside her fully clothed, and made no move to remove his shirt or his pants. He didn’t even unbuckle his heavy belt. He only continued to stroke her and caress her and tease her until she fairly burned with unquenched desire and positively ached for fulfillment.
Her skin felt electrified by his touch. Her breath came faster, in little pants.
A fine sheen of sweat broke across her brow as she was lit from within by a needful tension that had her clenching her thighs tight.
At last she sat up a little and reached for the metal fasteners on the front of his pants. But before she could get them open and release him, the door to the room opened. She glanced up to see Damon walk into the room.
Fallon sat up very straight and pushed her hand away. The two men’s eyes locked across the short distance and instantly Ebony could feel the extreme tension between them.
She raised herself up on her elbows. These men were usually friends--as close as brothers--and trusted each other as much as two comrades ever could. Each of them knew that the other had had sex with Ebony, and it had caused no trouble between them.
Until now.
Now Damon had unexpectedly walked in on his friend and leader about to take a woman that Damon himself had also taken. Ebony was in a state of high arousal and these two men were engaged in a staredown over her naked body. Only one of them could go first.
“Boys,” she said quietly, hoping that she could calm them down before a fight broke out between these two very large men in this very small room. “We’ve got a little time. Why don’t we…”
They never took their eyes off of each other.
Ebony started to sit up, but Fallon pushed her back down with a firm hand on her chest. Still staring coldly at Damon, Fallon resumed his expert caressing and stroking of Ebony. She saw Damon clench and unclench his fists, and saw that he was nearly shaking with desire, but he did not move. The two men merely kept their staring contest going, but the tension only ratcheted up and up.
Finally, Ebony closed her eyes. She could not make these two men do anything. Right now, she could only go along for the ride that Fallon was providing and was only too happy to do so. Guys, you’re going to have to work this out for yourselves...I’m busy right now!
At last, as Ebony’s breathing became deeper and faster and she was right on the edge of a climax, Fallon took his hand away. “Go ahead, Damon,” he said, and it sounded like his teeth were clenched. “Finish her. I give you permission.”
Permission? But her thought was interrupted by Damon suddenly appearing on the other side of the bed and reaching for her free arm. Fallon slapped down his own hand on Damon’s wrist, reaching across Ebony’s naked body. “I give you permission,” Fallon said again, and slowly stood up. Only then did he release Damon’s wrist and step back.
In an instant Damon seized her by the shoulders and mounted her. Her legs spread impossibly wide, making her hips ache as he buried his cock deep inside her wet passage.
She nearly arched off the bed at the unexpected strength of his thrust.
He bottomed out, knocking against her womb with near bruising force.
Ebony bucked against him, clutching his shoulders with white-knuckle pressure.
Damon gritted his teeth and buried his face against her neck. He pinned her against the bed and pulled back, only to bury himself deep inside her pussy once more.
“Oh, Damon!” she cried.
He held her fast to the bed as he entered her again and again, each time nearly pulling free, and then plunging hard and swift back into her. His thrusts became harder and harder, as if he was trying to outrun some demon that clung to his back.
Had Fallon not taken the time to warm her body up, she knew she’d be in agony right now. As it was, she was so close to orgasm she could almost touch it.
Her pussy clutched his pulsing cock with every stroke, magnifying the tension knotting her insides until her belly cramped.
She threw her head back on the bed.
Ebony cried out and then writhed beneath him in the hot throbbing release that she’d been craving. Pleasure tangled through her nerves and the knot in her stomach, unraveling throughout her until only a lifeless puddle of blissful jelly remained on the bed. Almost as quickly, as if her desperately clutching sex dragged him along with her, Damon reached his own climax and collapsed in relief across Ebony’s chest.
His hot, rapid breath tickled the hair clinging to her face.
She shuddered and lay back in supreme contentment and closed her eyes, riding the waves of sweet pleasure for as long as she could. She could feel the pulsing of Damon’s cock as his hardness dissipated under the onslaught of pleasure.
But she did not have long to do wait to see what would happen next. Fallon grabbed Damon’s arm and pulled him off of her, throwing him to the floor on the other side of the mattress. Damon rolled and just as Damon stood up again, Fallon crawled on top of Ebony, giving Damon a look as he slid between her parted legs, dragged her feet up to prop on either side of his head in his hands and thrust his cock into her.
Ebony had almost lazily watched the two men, but the moment Fallon was inside her, she cried out. On his knees, with her legs and butt in the air, Ebony was powerless to do anything but feel the brunt of his hard thrusting strokes. He forced her to feel every thick inch of him, over and over again until he pushed her immediately into another shuddering climax.
The fact that she’d come didn’t stop him. Without withdrawing from her body, Fallon leaned down, scooped her up against him, and got off the bed with her body melded against his chest and belly.
Ebony jerked, quivering like jello and biting her lip. She clung to his chest, nuzzling against him and smelling sandalwood and him and reveling in the feel of his powerful arms moving her up and down on his cock.
The shudders of her climax began to intensify, rising to bring her to another.
Behind her, Damon closed the distance between them and plastered his body against hers. Above her, she could see Fallon’s grimly determined face, watching Damon. He gave a nod, and then Damon’s fingers were at her backside, gathering her cream from her dripping pussy.
Fallon held still a long moment, waiting for Damon to join them. She sucked in a deep breath, trembling to feel Damon’s cock pressing not at her ass, but at the same hole Fallon already occupied.
She shook her head, biting her lip, her nostrils flared as she tried to take in enough breath to keep herself from suffocating in the crush of their big hard bodies on each side of her. Their skin heated her from the outside in, fingers scorching every inch of her.
The pressure of Damon’s cock moving where there was no room grew. She felt the tender edges of her vagina give, and then the popping feel of him invading her body.
Ebony moaned, arching her head back against Damon’s chest as he pushed deep inside her.
Damon grabbed her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples as Fallon kissed her neck and jaw.
They began a slow, torturous pushing and pulling of their cocks. She could feel everything, every vein and curve, the bulbous heads bumping and grinding against her g-spot and places she didn’t realize she had.
Working in unison, with complete silence, their movements alternated, until they moved like a well-oiled piston driving inside her sopping wet pussy. She couldn’t seem to make enough moisture to ease the incredible tightness filling her.
And as she felt the creep of her body striving for orgasm, she was beyond caring that it almost hurt, but it felt so good. Fallon continued to support her weight as Damon stroked her breasts and then moved one hand to her trapped clit.
He fingered her nub, rubbing it furiously as they pumped in and out of her, ratcheting up the tension until it exploded inside her.
Ebony screamed and moaned, unaware of what she was doing anymore as ecstasy overloaded her senses. Blackness hovered on the edge of her mind, and then they joined her, coming inside her and washing her sex with thick, hot jets of sperm.
Fallon dropped her to the floor and dragged her down on the bed. There was barely enough room for the three of them, but they managed to squish her into a meat sandwich.
Ebony tried to calm the palpations of her heart and rapid breathing, quivering along every nerve.
She almost laughed. Wow...having two men dick-fight over you is...is...yeah!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ebony blinked and caught a deep breath, and looked up at the ceiling as Fallon rolled off the bed. She should be getting up. There was a long trip ahead of them all tonight. Maybe it would be a good idea to go and see the other women--make sure they were ready--make sure none of them was too scared--
Then she found herself grabbed by the ankles, flipped over, pulled into a kneeling position, and stroked and caressed again. She ducked her head to look behind her and saw that it was Damon once more. It only took a few moments to bring out her desire again, and then he climbed over her from behind and thrust into her harder and harder and harder until she reached another climax.
Ebony remained on her knees, head down, as the waves of pleasure faded and Damon allowed himself to slip out of her body. She could hear his ragged breathing as he pushed himself away from her. But before she could move, she found herself grabbed from behind again once more--it was Fallon again--and he kept his word to never leave her unsatisfied. With hi
s hands and mouth and fingertips, he stimulated her until she was once again at the edge of a climax--and then did not hesitate to send her over the edge by entering her and pounding away until she and Fallon were both riding the waves of each other’s orgasm.
Three more times, the two men each took a turn with Ebony. She knew that she could have begged them to stop, but she did not, for she also realized that this was a way of settling the tension between the two of them sharing one woman without having it go to an all-out vicious fight. One of them would lose that fight, and she was well aware that neither man actually wanted that. Both of these strong and capable men would be sorely needed in this new city they were going to.