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He looks up at me with an inquisitive stare as he strokes my cock roughly—too fast from the outset. This must be how he likes it: hard and fast, rough enough that he loses himself in the sensation. I’m painfully hard, though, and the way he fondled my hasp before has already pushed me to the brink.
I have to stop him before I come.
My tail whips around and catches his wrist, and he looks at me in shock for a moment before I’m pushing him to the blankets, knocking the breath from him. Enough—I’ve had enough of playing his game, and nowIwant to take charge. Malix lets out a throaty laugh—one of the first I’ve ever heard from him—as Frankie follows my lead and strips off her shirt before joining him on the floor.
She works on his tunic; I take the plain black pants sheathing his slender legs, peeling them off. I run my clawed hands over his scales, feeling how they taper away to smooth skin, how hot he feels beneath our combined touch. Malix thrusts his hips upward, and I reach out to stroke him as he stroked me.
And yes—we are different in fascinating ways. He has the same ridge on top of his cock, but no hasp and no barbs. He’s more like a human in that regard—but still so like the Skoropi that we could have come from the same ancient ancestors.
Something to dwell on later…because Malix is hard under my touch, the ridge on his cock flaring turquoise like his fringe.
I wonder if he tastes like the sea.
I close my lips around his cock.
Malix thrusts upward and I take him greedily into my throat, flattening my tongue and lowering my head to swallow him. He does taste like saltwater, with a strange sweetness that reminds me of the flowers that grow on Logos. My eyes flit up to gage his reaction and I find him propped on one elbow, his other hand yanking at his hair as Frankie watches.
I wonder if she thinksweare as beautiful as I thinktheyare.
Malix thrusts upward as if he can’t resist the urge to command our tryst. I hold his narrow hips in my clawed hands, releasing my claws to hold him in place. He growls out a protest, then Frankie is there, swinging her thigh over his face.
He buries his face between her legs as she faces me.
I don’t think I have ever known pleasure like this.
I watch her ride his lips and tongue, her hair glowing gold in the light of the firefern, her skin dusted with sunlight. She opens her eyes and makes eye contact with me as I suck him dry, and I have to reach down to take my own cock in hand and touch myself.
Francesca Morales is myekirah.
And so is the man I thought might take her from me…or I from her.
Only together are we in divine symmetry.
Frankie moans and her eyelashes flutter, and I watch as her release washes over her. She twists her hair around her hands, her head tilting back, grinding relentlessly against Malix’s tongue. His hands come up to hold her in place as I hold him, tasting her while I taste him…
The roll of Frankie’s hips slows. Malix is close to the edge. But I want so much more from them both tonight—to have this experience last a lifetime.
I pull off of Malix and he lets out a harsh breath as Frankie crawls over him, coming closer to me. He follows her up and wraps his arm around her waist, pressing a needy kiss to the crook of her shoulder as I welcome her into my embrace. She settles herself in my lap, over my knees, her wet cunt dripping with desire.
I don’t know how she wants this—whatshe wants, exactly. I’m not certain of what I want either.
For now, perhaps, just to be together.
Malix comes closer, wrapping his arms around her until his hands find my shoulders. He runs his fingers up my neck and play with my overgrown hair, pulling on the long crest at the nape of my neck. I tilt my head to kiss Frankie, and she reaches back to pull Malix into the tangle.
We kiss—all of us together, our tongues colliding and interweaving, differing textures and tastes. Frankie’s is soft and blunt, Malix’s smooth and long, and all I can think about isbalance, symmetry.
Malix’s legs come to either side of my hips, and I feel his cock slide against mine.
I want…what do I want?
We should have talked more, planned more, discussed exactly what to do. There was a moment before, when things were orderly—but this is chaos, and the time for negotiation is over. But I want to feel him, and I want to feel her, and I want…
I can only move and hope he understands.
I take Frankie and pull her away, laying her out on the blankets and nestling her in pillows. She looks up at me, her lips full and red with arousal, her legs spread to welcome me. I look back at Malix to find him confused—but only for a moment, as I wind my tail around his hips to pull him closer.
He shuffles forward on his knees, and his hands slide across my back. I shudder and duck my head to brush my lips against Frankie’s neck, positioning myself at her entrance.
