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His eyes meet mine again.
Always calculating how to make us come.
Malix pulls me in to kiss him around Taraven’s cock, my pussy clenching at the depravity of what we’re doing here. I unravel in an instant, groaning at the heat between us, the friction growing. I’m amazed that Taraven doesn’t come, that Malix maintains such tight control over us.
It’s just going to get better and better.
Malix takes me in his arms and spins me in his lap, thrusting inside me again before I can even register that he’s pulled out. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his messy white hair, kissing him and kissing him as he lowers us both to the floor. Taraven’s hands find my hips, his claws biting into my skin just enough to make me moan. His long tongue drags over the curve of my ass, then between my cheeks.
I buck toward him, clenching around Malix.
Taraven’s tongue finds my hole.
I groan as it slides inside, arching my back and bracing my hands on the floor on either side of Malix’s head. His eyes are dark and glossy, flashing like gemstones, his hair an overgrown mess. His lips part as he stares up at me, reaching up to take my face in his hands.
A moment of reprieve from unending pleasure.
Love.
A reminder that this islovebetween us, mingled with relentless desire.
But Taraven is still there, licking me, moaning as his tongue invades me…then his fingers. I know what’s coming; we’ve talked about it, but never actually carried out our plans. Taraven eases his hand up my hip, leaning to one side and picking something up from his discarded pants.
He kisses my forehead, then my cheek. Malix takes his mouth in a hungry kiss, Taraven’s dark hair falling across Malix’s face. I slow my pace, rising and falling on Malix’s hard cock, the ridge pressing agonizingly against my clit. Taraven finally pulls away, holding up his hand and revealing the bottle of oil he’s pulled out.
“Do you want this?” Taraven asks, his gaze playful but hesitant. He would never do something I wasn’t comfortable with—but I want this, given how much as we’ve discussed it in the last few weeks. I spasm around Malix and I groan at the idea of it, nodding vigorously.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes.”
Taraven moves behind me, and I hear the bottle open with a pop. The floral scent fills the room, something natural he’s distilled here on the ship. He’s used it on Malix before, Malix on him, both on me…but never at the same time.
We belong to each other though, heart to heart, bound together.
I want to feel them both.
He fingers me from behind, one finger sliding inside, then two. He keeps his claws carefully retracted, his hands skillful, stretching and widening me. Malix’s eyes flutter shut and his brow furrows as he focuses on holding out, nestled deep inside, keeping me wet and ready. I bend to press my mouth to his, butterfly kisses at the corner of his mouth.
I feel Taraven’s cock prodding gently…then more insistently.
He slides inside.
There’s pain at first; there always is with this particular entrance. I move with it, adjust to it, bend with them. Taraven’s soft touch finds my hip, trails up to my breast, distracts me. His hasp enters me too, joining Malix in my pussy.
Malix groans against my lips. I whisper nonsense into his hair. Taraven drives deeper.
We move as one, our bodies entwined, all of us fucking each other. With Taraven’s hasp grinding against Malix, we’re all touching, our hearts pounding in time. Our breaths grow heated, harsh, Malix’s chest droning and rumbling. It melts away all my apprehension, any discomfort.
Only pleasure remains.
We fall into a rhythm, intuitive, natural. Our mouths collide in messy kisses, finding throat, shoulder, cheek, lips. Taraven’s tongue slides up the shell of my ear, dislodging my translator, and their words mingle in Lyran and Skoropi.
I whisper to them in Spanish and English…and we’re a mess of language, of skin and scales, of planets at such a great distance that the idea of our love itself seems impossible. We crossed lightyears to be here, to betogether, and we beat the odds to survive.
I’ll never get tired of the simple pleasure of their company.
Malix thrusts deeper, his muscles tightening. Taraven joins him, locks eyes with him. I watch as their intensity grows and mingles, as they fall into pace with each other.
Collision…break…
