Torrid Teasers Volume 27 [Kazphyrian Sci-Fi Series]

by Cheri Valmont

They didn't have to say a word for her to know they liked what they saw; their eyes communicated their feelings to her, flowing over her like a warm breath.

  The fair-haired male came closer. “Here, Drendar, let me take your cape, so we can get comfortable. I'm Bradeon and this is Hankren, but you may call us Brad and Hank."

  When Brad reached for her cape, Dren's fingers flexed on the material, almost afraid to relinquish her last covering of decency, because she knew as soon as she gave it up, both males would see the state she was in.

  "You can call me Dren,” she said faintly, as she released her hold on the cape.

  When Brad removed her cape, both males were struck silent. She rushed to fill the silence. “Ah ... ummmm ... I shouldn't have dressed so casual. I'm sorry...” Then she fell silent.

  Brad coughed and Hank swallowed. “No, you look just fine. Please, let's sit down so we can talk.” After making the offer, Brad held out his arm to her.

  Looking down at the charming gesture, Dren put her hand around his muscular arm. Was she what they hoped she would be? They were certainly more than she expected. Her dark blond coloring was definitely a contrast to Hank, but only a shade lighter than Brad's light brown hair. Tonight she wore her thick blond hair up, with some whispers of strands playing against her face and shoulders. Her blue-green exotically slanted eyes she'd highlighted with a bare minimum of shadow, and accented with chol-colored liner. On her lips, she'd used a shiny, spiced lip balm.

  Brad escorted her to the drescron sofa in the living unit; both men joined her there, one on either side of her. Did they mean to get the first time done with quickly, or were they really going to just talk? At the moment, Dren would vote for getting things started. She was as fidgety as an unbreached female in the company of males on space leave.

  "Now, Dren,” Hank began, “tell us something about yourself.” Even as he said the words, he let his hand move across the sofa behind her back.

  Dren sucked in her breath, as a whisper of a touch skirted across the sensitive skin of her nape. “I ... ah ... I'm twenty-four centras. My primary job is working for the Department of Cit Safety."

  "Ah, yes, my sister told me you enjoy helping others. That's a commendable trait, Dren,” Brad told her.

  Both men shot several questions at her for the next ten minutes. She thought she would have relaxed by then, but her proximity to both men and the vibes they were giving off, prevented her from doing so.

  Chapter 4

  Even as she answered the perfectly normal questions, the two males attentively listened to each response, as if it were all-important to them. When she spoke to each one, they didn't try to hide their sexual interest in her; it was in their eyes and on their faces. She noted the glances taking in her body in the flowing zanthus; their gazes resting on her peaked nipples, clearly visible through the diaphanous material. At one point, Hank even licked his full lips as he glanced at her breasts.

  After ten minutes of back and forth questions, the men seemed to be satisfied by her responses, and she was certainly happy with theirs. Realizing these two men, for some reason unknown to her, wanted her full attention for the next two weeks, but not because they really needed it. She knew they needed no help in finding their own female companions. Aimee had fibbed to her for some reason, but Dren could forgive her, especially since she was going to spend the next two weeks with Brad and Hank. Now that was her idea of a much-needed vacation.

  As the questions came to an end, the two males moved closer to her.

  "Now then, Dren,” Brad said, as he put his arm back behind her. “For the second part of the contract."

  Dren shivered, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the concentrated male attention.

  "You agree to being with both of us?"

  When Hank and Brad each put one caressing hand on one of her thighs, she nodded, and swallowed.

  "Very good,” Hank said. “Then let's get this party started."

  Dren closed her eyes for a moment, until she felt cool air touch her legs as the males pulled up the nearly transparent material to get a better look at her thighs. “Mmmm, nice,” Brad murmured.

  She expected them to pull her zanthus off, but they seemed fascinated by the look of her breasts through the sheer material, because each one grabbed a breast to knead and caress.

  "Do you like this, babe?” Hank asked in a low, sultry voice that turned her nerve endings to jelly.

  She nodded her head silently. “Come on, Dren, babe, speak up. How are we supposed to know what you like if you don't tell us?"

  "I ... ah ... yeah, I like that a lot,” Dren told them, gazing down, mesmerized as Brad and Hank kneaded her breasts with relish.

  "Good,” Brad said, and both of them leaned down to start kissing her.

  Oh, stars! Dren couldn't help herself; she let go and enjoyed the lovely friction the two males were creating in her body. As if by unspoken agreement, both men ducked their heads so they could suck on her nipples through her zanthus.

  "Oh, mmmmm,” she moaned, and then gasped when Brad bit down on her nip.

  "Come on, babe, let's get this thing off of you,” Hank encouraged. “I've got a hankering to see this sweet bod."

  Before Dren said a word, the males whipped her zanthus off her, leaving her completely naked for their masculine appraisal.

  "Oh, sweet stars!” Brad approved.

  They lifted her arms, so they could get a thorough look at her. Dren's heart fluttered as they began caressing her in earnest. Both males stood, quickly divesting themselves of their clothing, all the while keeping their stares on her. She tried to keep her eyes open to take in everything they were going to do to her. Hank moved down, pushing her thighs apart as he knelt between them, while Brad stretched out, leaning over her, and contented himself with sucking her tits. Dren realized when she felt Hank's mouth on her pussy what he was after.

  "Lay her down,” Hank told Brad.

  To which Brad quickly complied, positioning her as they desired, which was her lying on the drescron sofa, with Hank's dark head between her open thighs and Brad resuming his tit sucking.

  Mercy! Dren had never felt such incredible heat before as these two males were creating in her. Hank's mouth was causing such glorious friction that she thought she would come within moments. Both males were hard, and their cocks were beautiful, long and thick, just the way she liked them.

  "Brad,” she moaned.

  Brad left her breast to move up and rain kisses on her neck and face. “Yes?” he murmured between sucking on her earlobe.

  "I want your cock in my mouth,” she requested between pants of ecstasy.

  "Oh, yeah! Anything you say, sweetie.” Brad moved with lightning speed to position himself to offer her his long shaft.

  As Hank continued sucking her off, Dren grabbed Brad's rod and sucked him deep into her mouth. While she sucked and slurped on Brad, Hank's movements were becoming frantic. Dren looked down and realized he was getting a rush out of watching her suck Brad's cock. Their eyes met, while Hank continued his soft tongued laving of her clit, shaking his head from side to side. Dren watched him as she kneaded Brad's muscled ass to encourage him to fuck her mouth. Brad took the hint, and with his body stretched over her, his weight held up by his arms on the back of the sofa, he started pumping his cock into her mouth.

  Dren had always loved sucking cock; she loved the warm, silky, yet hard feel of a male rod sliding down her throat. She let her eyes flutter shut as she enjoyed the combined feeling of Brad's shaft and Hank's tongue, her body shivering, goose bumps skating over her sensitized flesh.

  Hank's concentrated attention on her clit was working quickly, and before she knew it, bright lights exploded behind her eyelids as her climax streaked through her. She moaned around Brad's member and pulled him farther into her mouth so she could ride her climax giving him pleasure.

  "Ahhh ... Jardem ... ah ... yes!” Brad shouted, as he climaxed for her, pounding into her mouth as she let the sweet-tangy taste of his cum b
athe her tongue.

  When she finally let his pumping hips go, both men were gazing at her as if they'd found a prize on a deserted planet. Had she gone too far, though?

  Obviously not. “That was sweet, babe. Come on, we're not finished yet,” Hank praised and looked at Brad, and as if deciding something, they looked at her. “Dren? Have you ever seen two males together?"

  Dren shook her head, not knowing exactly what he was asking her. “Together? You mean like you two right now?"

  "Well, what Hank is asking, is have you ever seen two males make love?” When he finished speaking, both of them watched her closely, almost as if they expected disgust or something.

  "Not in the flesh,” she admitted. “I have seen it on the ed tapes at Cit Safety."

  "Did it turn you on or off, babe?"

  Dren looked between them. “I found it stimulating,” she admitted, and gave them a smile.

  Both guys chuckled. “Come on,” they said at the same time.

  What seemed like seconds later, all three of them were ensconced in a big bed. They positioned Dren in the middle of the bed, with her thighs spread wide. Brad scooted between them and started nibbling and sucking on her pussy and clit.

  "Mmmmm, so sweet,” he approved, as Dren undulated her hips, enjoying his touch against her excited flesh.

  When Hank moved behind Brad, Dren watched wide-eyed as he held up a bottle and poured some oily liquid on Brad's ass. When he slathered it onto himself, Dren realized what was about to happen; Hank was going to fuck Brad. Stars! Just the thought of being able to see this firsthand shot a jolt of energy through her. Dren caressed herself, moving her hands up so she could knead her tits and pinch her peaks.

  Hank watched her with approval, and by the expression on his face, relished the sight of her movements.

  Brad moaned against her pussy as Hank's cock sank into his anus, first pumping slowly, then picking up speed as he sank to the hilt, his hips against Brad's ass.

  Dren began panting in excitement as she watched the lovely sight of these two gorgeous men pleasuring each other. Not only that, she herself was enjoying the pleasure of Brad's sucking mouth.

  What a mesmerizing sight to see Hank, desire riding him hard, pounding into Brad's fine, muscular ass.

  Her eyes fluttered closed. Before long, her hips were jerking and thrusting as she came against Brad's marauding mouth; only a moment later, she heard Hank's roar as he slammed into Brad's ass and shot his cum.

  She barely had a minute to recover before Brad lunged forward into her arms and drove into her pussy, pounding and thrusting. She noted a look of pure ecstasy on his handsome face, before her eyes fluttered closed, as her next orgasm plunged her over the edge and into the stars.

  "Ah, Jardem ... Dren ... sweet!” Brad cried out as he pummeled her pussy, jerked, and thrust with the longest, most protracted climax she'd ever seen anyone experience before.

  Dren's body sagged into the mattress, with Brad falling onto her, and Hank falling onto Brad.

  Dren chuckled from beneath the heap. “Hey, guys, can I get some air, here?"

  "Sure, babe, it's the least we can do,” Hank said, as he smiled down at her.

  Brad and Hank rose, letting her sit up. “Welcome to the family, sweet Dren,” Brad offered with a pleased smile.

  And before she could question the seriousness of his statement, Hank and Brad lay next to her so they could kiss her and start all over again.

  Epilogue

  "Come on, sweet Dren, the stud is due home tonight,” Brad encouraged her.

  They hadn't seen Hank in a full moon cycle, since he'd been flying the cosmos, between one trade expedition and a private escort for Sathmere's governor.

  Dren spun around in her new kathtan, the slinky material flowing around her body and falling into place.

  "You look beautiful, sweet. Come here,” Brad beckoned her in his silky, let-me-ravish-you voice.

  "Are you sure, Brad?” Dren asked self-consciously, as she slid into his loving arms, closing her eyes and waiting for a kiss, which Brad happily did. “He has been gone a long time."

  Dren had spent the last several moon cycles getting them settled in their new living unit. Brad's cryptic remark about welcoming her into their family had been serious. They had spent the two weeks of her contract getting to know her, and making love. Jardem! Lots of lovemaking. Although both males asked her opinion on her wants, they had both expressed their desire for her to give up her position at the department. It had been hard to believe everything was happening in such a whirlwind, but before three weeks had gone by, Dren was happily mated to Brad and Hank. And now three moon cycles later, this.

  When they heard the door swish open, they both glanced toward it.

  "Sweet stars!” were the first words out of Hank's mouth.

  Dren blushed, and turned away in embarrassment, but even before she turned back, Hank was with them, pulling both of them into his loving embrace. “Jardem, you two look beautiful!"

  "Are you happy?” Dren asked Hank, uncertainly.

  Both Hank and Brad caressed her rounding belly with visible pleasure, kissing her cheeks. “I'm one of the two happiest men on this planet, babe,” Hank assured her, before her mates ushered her to the bedroom they all shared for some much-anticipated loving.

  THE COMMANDER'S MATE

  by

  Cheri Valmont

  Chapter 1

  "Welcome to Velorn, eh ... sorry, we don't know your name,” the tall, blond female, next to the spacious bed Aimee Syncire lay upon, told her.

  Jardem! What had happened to her? Her head felt like someone had planted a rocled steel spike into it. As it was, Aimee could only squint at the lady because the brightness of the rising sun almost blinded her.

  Aimee tried to respond, but could only accomplish a strangled moan.

  "Oh, sorry, I know you've been through a horrible ordeal. Kyrna, bring our guest another dose of your javwa potion."

  Squinting toward the other side of the bed, another female, this one taller than the other, picked up a vial from a low table next to the bed, and sitting next to Aimee, brought the sweet smelling concoction to Aimee's lips.

  Aimee looked at the unknown substance warily.

  To her surprise, the female leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “Take it, Mistress. It will help you feel better."

  Looking into the female's eyes, Aimee instinctively felt she could trust her.

  Aimee swallowed the proffered liquid, and within moments was drifting off again. “Aimee,” she whispered.

  * * * *

  When Aimee opened her eyes again, darkness was creeping throughout the room. Looking around, she took in her surroundings for the first time.

  She was not in Kantrer anymore; this was no cold, sterile high-rise building. Everything present had obviously been being-made, from the tapestries draping the stone walls, to the furniture made from a material she'd rarely seen, authentic wood.

  To her left through open double doors on a stone-tiled patio, were plants, all the green she could ever wish to see. She may have doubted the first female's words, but the lush plant life and vegetation told Aimee the truth of her statement.

  She was in Velorn.

  How had she come to be in this forbidden land? It was the only country on the planet of Kazphyr that allowed select visitors, and only after they received permission from the country's governor or his legion council.

  Aimee grabbed her pounding head as her last memory crashed into it. Jardem, nooooooo! Samrin! My mate! The screaming and terror of the others streaked through her mind. All dead! Falling, falling, she remembered thinking that would be her last moments alive. She writhed in agony, grabbed a pillow, burying her head beneath the cool material, but she could not block out the horrendous memory of the wild beast crashing into their midst, killing everyone.

  Except her.

  Tears of grief scorched her cheeks as she thought of her mate and friends. They had been on vacation, staying in a
n excursion lodge over the border from Velorn. Someone must have found her and brought her here. Her sweet Sam. He had been a caring mate, one who let her have whatever her heart desired.

  After she'd cried herself to exhaustion, Aimee lay like a limp cloth, staring up at the ceiling of the massive room. Would she be in trouble for coming into Velorn without permission? Rumors had it that if you snuck into the country, you would be imprisoned.

  Surely they could make an exception, couldn't they? Upon hearing a door open, Aimee's burning gaze flew to the other side of the room. The first female who'd spoken to her was coming toward the bed, stopping to light the chandels on her way.

  "How nice to see you awake again. Feeling better?” the female asked as she reached Aimee's bed.

  Aimee nodded mutely, watching the female with guarded eyes. “How did I get here?” Aimee attempted, the sounds coming out in a gravelly croak.

  "Here, drink this,” she insisted, holding the container she retrieved from the bedside table for Aimee to drink.

  Without protesting, Aimee did as the female bid. And after feeling the soothing liquid warm her throat, was grateful she had.

  "By the way, my name is Sareen and this is my brother's household. My mate, Drandol, and I are visiting."

  Silently, Aimee took in the female's clothing. A vest, similar to the droten vest worn by Kantrerian females, graced the upper part of her body, with a small exception; hers was made of handmade fabric, which was light and fluttered freely as she moved, giving peeking glimpses of her breasts. Her ankle-length skirt made from a fabric resembling the Kantrerian kathtans also fluttered freely around her legs, leaving her midriff bare, making her appear extremely feminine.

  The female's words finally filtered into her still muddled mind. “Your brother?"

  Sareen nodded. “Yes, my brother, JarrRon Ry Vere. He is Velorn's Legion Commander, second only to Velorn's Governor, TarnRig Ossur. My mate is his second-in-command."

  Aimee's heart fluttered in her chest as she realized she was in the household of a military commander. It could only mean one thing.