18. Essa
eighteen
Essa
H umans are now, without a doubt, my favorite species. Seth is devouring me like a male who's been starved for his female for too long while Adam watches us both with lust-filled eyes.
I have to work to stay on my feet, but I manage it by keeping one hand on the bed behind me and the other in Seth's hair. He has one of my thighs over his shoulder, so I'm propped up on one foot. I don't know if I'm using him for balance, but I do know I don't want him pulling away until he's brought me the pleasure his mouth and tongue are promising.
He says something against me, but it's muffled too much for me to understand. If it's that important, he can share it with Adam to tell me. I don't want his mouth off me for a second. It's been too long since I've enjoyed a male's touch, and I'm not giving it up now that I have it.
"He wants you on the bed so he can get a better angle," Adam says from where he's chained to the wall and kneeling.
There's a bite in his voice as if he doesn't like Seth touching me when he's not. Or, maybe he doesn't like me touching his male. Even if he has an issue with it, he also wants it. I don't know why, and I don't shame others for what they enjoy doing. Teasing Adam by letting Seth enjoy my body while there's nothing he can do to stop it is highly entertaining.
I turn to face Adam, making sure he gets a good view of at least one of my breasts as I twist. Seth growls against me but follows my body as I move so he can continue to pleasure me.
"What do you think, Adam?" I ask him, a tease in my voice that I hope irritates him. There's a sharpness in his eyes, but his cheeks stay rosy, and his cock strains against the fabric of his pants. "Should I let him spread me out on the bed?"
Adam's kneeling and facing us in a way that forces him to stare at the bed and everything we do on it until I decide he can join us. When Adam clenches his jaw tight together, I let a small laugh escape my lips. I don't expect much participation from him anyway when he's not allowed to touch.
I pull at Seth's hair, earning me a nasty look from him before he comes back to his senses and sits back on his heels. He stares at me with a beautiful smile and such pretty blue eyes. Yes, I would very much like to see them while he feasts on me, so I think lying on the bed would be easier. Or maybe…
"Lie down, feet pointed away from Adam," I tell Seth, who stares at me for half a second before bolting and scrambling onto the bed, doing exactly as he's told. He doesn't question, doesn't argue. He just does.
"Oh fuck," Adam groans, and I hear the little chain of his leash making a soft clattering sound as he pulls against it.
"Essa," he growls my name like he might do something. I'm kind of hoping he does.
That's what we talked about earlier. He has choices. Either he sits still like the good boy he wants to be deep down inside and doesn't get drugged so he can stay lucid and in control during our first night on Haven III. Or, he releases himself from his collar, joins us in bed, and gets bit.
Either choice is good with me. I can protect him easily enough wherever we are, but I don't think he's ready to allow that much control to me when we're in a new place and tensions are still so high.
Seth tilts his head back to see Adam, and I'm sure he's taunting my other male in their thoughts. I climb onto the bed, eyes on Adam as I do so. He's straining against his collar and leash but hasn't reached up to unbuckle it yet. Excess venom beads at the tips of my fangs, and I use my tongue to draw the sweet liquid into my mouth. My fangs are thrumming with the need to sink into either man.
"You said you know about our differences," I say to Seth, hoping he understands that I'm talking about the anatomical differences between me and females of his species.
"That your pussy has tentacles that are going to try to milk the shit out of me?" Seth asks, not sounding put off by it at all. "Oh, baby, I'm fucking ecstatic."
That's all the prompting I need to throw my leg over his head and lower myself down on his face. He grabs my ass, pulling me tight against him as he begins his feast anew.
I throw my head back and moan, loving the feel of his lips on me, of the soft suction he applies, but I want him inside of me. I need him inside of me, and then, almost like he can feel my desperation, his tongue plunges into me as deep as he can get it. Which isn't very far because it's still just a human tongue, but fuck if it doesn't have my body responding.
I know as soon as he feels my differences because his whole body stiffens in surprise. His shock only lasts a moment before he's back to devouring me, making me feel like he was being honest in not minding my body.
"Look at me," I tell him when his eyes flutter shut. When he opens them, they seem to almost glow with his eagerness to please me.
I whimper as pleasure builds up inside of me. My inner tendrils tense and tighten, begging for something to squeeze as my pleasure begins to reach its peak. I've been told they're very pleasant for my male partners, but they can be strange to comprehend at first. They're used in Haventh mating to help a male's seed release, but human men have that ability on their own. But I hope they'll still be pleasing for my males.
Adam pulls at his leash again. This time, when I look up, his hands are balled into fists sitting on his thighs. His muscles are all tensed, his gaze pinned to where Seth is working me over with his mouth. Seth digs his fingers harder into my thighs to get my attention back on him, and I let my head fall, a moan escaping my lips as I do.
"You're good at this," I tell him, tunneling my fingers through his red curls as his eyes crinkle in the corners at the praise.
"You should see him suck cock," Adam growls out.
My grip on Seth's hair tightens at the visual flashing in my mind of my males with one another. Adam would be rough with him. I've heard him use Seth many times when they were staying in the pleasure crew room. He might love Seth more than anyone and want to protect him from anything that might hurt him, but those things don't seem very important when they're having relations. Then again, Seth does seem to like being used, and I wonder if I'm not being rough enough with him.
"Do you need more from me?" I ask Seth, lifting myself off his face as the concern that I'm not enough for him starts to overpower the freeing feeling of being on top of this male and using his mouth to find my pleasure.
"More?" Seth asks, his eyes heavy with lust, his lips swollen and pink as his tongue peeks out of his mouth to taste me on them. He doesn't understand my question, and that's made clear when he asks, "You want to fuck?"
"Yes, of course I do," I tell him, a smile coasting across my lips before I can stop it. Adam tugs at his collar again, drawing my attention to him. His knuckles are white, and his teeth bared. "I don't think tonight is the night for that, though. I'm asking if you need me to be rougher."
"Don't you fucking dare," Adam snarls at me, the words more of a rumble than intelligible words.
"I wasn't asking you," I tell Adam, turning my focus back down to the male still between my legs, looking at me with hunger and lust in his eyes. When he catches me watching him stare at me as though I'm the goddess he called me, his pink cheeks somehow turn even pinker. "Do you need me to be rough with you? I wish to be a good lover for you."
Seth closes his eyes, his hips grinding against the air, reminding me that I'm not being a very good lover now with how I've neglected his cock. I will make it up to him, though. At least, that's the plan.
"No, I worship you to get your praise. I don't need you to be rough. I just need you to be you," Seth tells me. His palms against my hips urge me back down on his face, but I keep myself hovering above his lips for just a moment longer.
"You'll tell me if you need more."
He nods, and I finally relent. His fingertips press harder into my skin as I lower myself as though he thinks he can keep me there if he holds me tight enough. The idea of him never wanting me to leave has a thrill running through me. And as his tongue works into me, his nose nudging against where I'm most sensitive, I try to stay in this moment for as long as I can.
Pleasure builds inside of me, rising, rising, and when I open my eyes to take in the beauty of the man below me and see him looking up at me as though he's as devoted to me as I am to him, I can't help but fall into the oasis of ecstasy he's urging me toward. He makes a startled sound as my inner workings try to tighten on the little bit of his tongue he's pressed inside me, but he adjusts to it and continues his motions until I've ridden out my pleasure. He's enjoying himself so much I have to tug on his hair to get him to stop.
Seth licks his lips like he's savoring my taste as I pull away from him. My mind is still a little fuzzy from the endorphins flooding through me. It doesn't stop me from moving off him and leaning down so our faces are close. I wish to kiss him, but I'm leaking too much venom right now. I do suck as much as I can away from my fangs before kissing his temple, flattening some of his curls that are in my way.
"Wonderful male," I tell him.
I lick my hand, getting it slick enough to give some lubrication when I pleasure him. I nudge my nose against the side of his head until he turns it so I can press my lips against his neck as my hand travels down the length of his body, searching out where he's hot and hard. The paint on his abdomen is an absolute mess—such a sharp contrast to the crisp lines still adorning Adam's body.
As my fingers wrap around him, my fangs thrum almost painfully with the need to plunge into his shoulder. It's good we're not fornicating tonight, or I'd be lost to the urge to bite and claim and mark. As it stands, licking a long trail from his shoulder to where his jaw meets his neck is soothing enough.
"Fuck, Essa," he groans as I stroke him with a tight grip.
He tilts his head even more, and at first, I think he's doing it to tempt me into biting him. No matter how much he teases me, I've already decided I won't. But he isn't just offering his neck to me.
I lift my gaze to make sure he's enjoying himself, read his facial expressions, and watch as he falls into his own pleasure. His eyes are straining, looking toward Adam, who's sitting on his pillows much more calm than he was when I was taunting him while riding his male's face.
"Please, please," Seth whines as his hips lift off the bed. I don't know which one of us he's asking, and it should feel wrong, right? For this male to enjoy my touch while still looking to his other partner for relief. It doesn't feel wrong. No, it feels right.
"He's been good," I tell Adam, bringing him more into this than just a passive observer. "I think he deserves to come. What do you think?"
Seth cries out as I pause the movement of my hand. His hips jerk upward again, attempting to thrust into my hand even though I've loosened my hold enough that he isn't getting much from the friction.
Adam's gaze is heated, but there's no trace of the anger he tries to mask everything with. No, there's just lust and so much of it that it's hard not to go to him, unlatch his leash from the wall, and bring him to bed with us. He likes this, though. Not that I think he'll ever tell me. He likes watching Seth and me find pleasure in one another while he's forced to watch, forced to be good, to obey.
"He's been good," Adam agrees. "I want to watch him come."
"Where?" I ask, returning my grip to the tight squeeze it was and stroking Seth in slow, languid sweeps. He cries out when I rub my thumb across the head of his cock, overstimulating the tiny slit. "Should he lose himself all over his chest and abs? Should I let him release in my hand? Or should I wrap my lips around his–"
Adam jerks where he's sitting. Not hard enough to hurt himself, but enough to tell me he doesn't appreciate this kind of teasing. Or, he appreciates it, but he hates that he does.
I send him a wicked smile, propping myself up and dragging my lips back down Seth's neck. I kiss him long and slow, inching down incrementally while stroking him the exact same. I don't look up to see if Adam has his teeth bared and his nostrils flaring. I don't need to because I know him, and he's an easy male to guess.
Seth's now staring down at me as I place a kiss on his top abdominals, pressing my tongue into the groove of his muscles as I proceed further and further down his body.
"Essa, you need to be fast if you want to suck my cock, because I'm about to blow," Seth tells me, his face bright red as he tries to hold himself back from releasing all over me before I've made my descent to between his legs. I debate slowing just to see how long he'd be able to hold out, but I end up being kind and merciful, at least right now, while I'm still learning my males.
"Such a good boy," I whisper against his length right before taking him into my mouth.
He groans in pleasure, and I've barely had any time at all to savor the feel of him in my mouth before he's coming. I'm surprised by the taste of it at first. Saltier than I would imagine from his species, but not altogether unpleasant. I have no issues swallowing, and when he finally settles his jerking movements to get every last drop out, I give him one little kiss to the tip and pull away.
"I'm dead," Seth murmurs.
He's splayed out on the bed, his arms out wide, his head leaned back. I can't help the huff of laughter in my chest before I crawl back up his body, admiring the pink spread down his neck and over his chest. I like making him pink. It may be one of my favorite things to do now.
"It was good then?" I ask. I don't doubt my abilities in handling a male, but I'd like to know I did a good job pleasing him since he did a wonderful job pleasing me.
"Oh, you did good, princess," Adam says from where he's still kneeling on the pillows by the wall.
His body is more relaxed than I've seen it, except for when he's drugged. Well, okay, not all of him is relaxed. His cock strains against his dark pants. If they were any color other than black, I'm sure I'd be able to see a wet spot from how much he's been leaking just from watching Seth and me together.
"Is it your turn then?" I ask Adam, crawling up so I'm lying next to Seth, who turns to his side and wraps an arm and leg over me, tugging me close to him. Adam's gaze still simmers with lust, but his expression softens as he watches Seth curl into me, seeking me out for comfort and safety.
I run my fingers through his hair and whisper gently in his ear. "You should take care of your male."
Seth all but shoots out of the bed at the suggestion. I bite back my smile only because I know my venom will run down my chin if I'm not careful. I follow Seth out of the bed and unleash Adam's chain from the wall. He can pretend all he wants that he doesn't like being submissive, but he watches me from his knees, waiting for me to permit him to stand up.
I run my fingers over Adam's short hair, dragging my nails across the back of his neck just enough for him to feel the pressure. He's done far worse to my hair and to my horns.
"I want to watch my males together while I drain my fangs. You told me I'd like watching Seth pleasure you, and I want to see if that's true."
It is true. I already know before I've seen it. I knew I'd enjoy it the first time I heard them together through our shared wall.
Adam narrows his eyes like he's going to argue with me. What he could argue about when I'm asking him to be pleasured by our male is beyond me, but knowing Adam, he could come up with something. Instead, he remembers he's being good for me tonight and that he told me he wants to worship me. I'm sure this role is different and new for him, and I can give him grace. I have no doubt there will be plenty of times we struggle to dominate one another, but tonight isn't that time.
"Can I be rough?" Adam asks me, his jaw ticking after asking the question. He wants to take it back and snarl at the version of himself that felt the need to ask for permission.
"Treat him as you normally do," I tell him, moving across the room to one of the oversized wardrobes where I used to keep my draining supplies when I lived here. Everything else in my room looks to be about where I left it when I fled Haven III almost 10 years ago, so I assume my supplies will be where I left them. "I wish to be an addition to your relationship, not to change it completely."
I don't get a response to my statement, though I imagine if anything, Adam would've nodded once while Seth smiled. I'm digging around in the back of the wardrobe when I hear the first sounds of Seth's gagging. And yes, it's something I like very much.
I scramble faster for my draining supplies because if I don't relieve the pressure in my fangs soon, they'll end up in one of my humans' shoulders.
The box of supplies is still hidden underneath a couple of articles of clothing I never wore. I was embarrassed about normal bodily functions when I first received my draining supplies. My venom had only come in a couple of months before I fled Haven III, and I was embarrassed by the new mark of adulthood. I'm glad I hid them now, though, or else I'd have to ask Ilyna or Niivi to get me some, and that's not something one does as a fully grown female.
I yank the disposable skin out of its packaging and apply it over one of the cylindrical receptacles. I've done this plenty of times on the ship, alone in my room where no one can see me because this is a personal, private act. I've never done it in front of anyone else, let alone two males who now belong to me.
"Princess, get over here and sink those fangs into something so I can fuck Seth's throat like I want to," Adam says. It has ripples of awareness spread all across my exposed skin.
I make quick work of sliding the fake skin material across the top of the tube, securing it in place and giving my body the feel of sinking into real flesh. When I turn to face Adam and Seth again, venom drips down my chin, and I have to wipe it on the back of my hand. I'm not self-conscious about the action because I'm too busy being enamored by the sight of my concubines going absolutely feral for one another.
Adam's hand is balled in Seth's red curls, his grip guiding Seth's mouth over his length at a brutal pace, deep and hard. Seth's cheeks are stained pink with tracks of tears rolling down them, but he doesn't look distressed. If anything, he looks to be in ecstasy.
I wish I had waited to pleasure him until now. I want him coming while he looks so pretty choking on Adam. I file that away, determined to bring it up to them another time. Like I told Adam earlier, there's plenty of time to do everything now that we're tied together for the rest of our lives.
Walking back to Adam and Seth, I try to stay as calm and composed as possible. I don't think I'm doing very well. My tail is going wild behind me, and pleasure and joy threaten to overwhelm me.
I don't rush over to my males or fall to my knees to get a better look at where they're connected. I keep a respectable distance from them before raising my draining device to my lips and sinking my teeth into the fake skin. It has an unsavory taste but is the best substitute for an organic partner.
The material tricks my mind into thinking it's a real creature, and the pheromones laced into it make my instincts think 'prey' loud and clear, so my body attempts to pump every drop of my venom into it, allowing my reserves to empty and give me some relief for a little while. I'll either need to inject the small amounts I make each day into Adam and Seth to keep me from doing this often, or I'll do this about once a week, so I'm not dripping all the time.
"Fuck," Adam murmurs, his eyes transfixed on the skin between my lips, the punctures where I'm pumping my venom into the container.
He jerks Seth's head tighter against his body, thrusting his hips at the same time. He does this a few times, looking like he's euphoric each time Seth gags around him. I drop my gaze to where the action is happening and watch Seth try his hardest to take every single one of Adam's inches.
"All the way, Seth. Show Essa how talented you are."
As if waiting for the encouragement, Seth lifts his eyes to Adam's and takes the other man's cock down his throat. Adam groans, shouting Seth's name as his nose presses into Adam's skin. He holds Seth there, riding out his orgasm and pumping Seth full until he's released his last drop.
My fangs ache as I watch the display, and my venom flows freely into the container I'll be throwing away soon. Adam strokes Seth's hair as he pulls out of his mouth, all of him seeming lighter in this moment.
Seth looks up at Adam, devotion shining bright in his blue eyes, and then he looks at me. I'm startled when the devotion doesn't fade. Seth holds out a hand for me, and I step closer to him, giving him my free hand since the other is still cupping the device to my mouth. I'll need to drain my fangs for a bit longer, but if Seth needs comfort from his partners right now, I will do my best for him. For both of them, because they're mine, and I'm theirs. I'll never make them regret that decision.