Chapter 12
Chapter twelve
Nora
Mu’ol was insatiable, and I wasn’t sure how to reel him back in.
We needed to focus on other matters, on the coming danger of the Vul, but it was really hard to do that while watching the big, muscular commander ride On’nas’s gorgeous purple-black cock like he was addicted to the pleasure of anal sex.
“It never occurred to me that I might enjoy having two men, watching them fuck,” I said, trailing a hand over On’nas’s muscled legs.
Mu’ol rolled his eyes and paused his bouncing to lift me as if I weighed nothing.
He deposited me on On’nas’s face, facing him.
The beautiful alien groaned in pleasure, flicking his tongue across my clit.
I reached for Mu’ol’s cock, stroking him as he rode On’nas faster and faster, whimpering as On’nas started outright fucking me with his tongue.
The Aunga’ri had long, capable tongues, and I’d never been as into oral sex as I was with On’nas.
His mouth was something entirely different, and I knew I was learning to crave it with a wild intensity.
I screamed as my orgasm hit, and Mu’ol threw his head back, his cum spraying over my stomach as I stroked it out of him.
Shaking, I climbed off of On’nas and gave him a soft kiss, then looked at Mu’ol, trying to be stern. “As fun as this is, we’re dealing with an alien invasion of my planet. And it’s not even you guys doing the invading.”
“A little invading,” On’nas said, slapping my ass.
I rolled my eyes and climbed out of the bed, grabbing my clothes and walking towards the shower.
The men followed, looking a bit too disappointed.
But after we were cleaned up… Fine, after we’d fooled around a little more in Mu’ol’s massive shower, they both seemed to find their focus, sitting down in the bed with me.
“What’s our move with the Vul?” I asked, looking around for my clothes, which were strewn everywhere somehow. “Is there a way for us to out the spies?” I tugged my bra over my breasts and reached back to fasten the clips.
Mu’ol frowned. “Do you need to cover your breasts? I like them bare.”
“We’re trying to focus. I don’t think nudity is good for focus. How do we find out which humans are spies?”
“Would that get us what we need? The humans trust them.” I tossed Mu’ol his pants, and he looked at them and set them on the bed.
“I’m pretty sure that trust will vanish when they realize how many Vul are hidden amongst them.” I paused, frowning. “Do we have an estimate for the number of Vul that are hidden amongst the humans? And what happened to the people they’re posing as?”
Mu’ol leaned back, tucking his hand under his head and staring at the ceiling. “If On’nas really is in the Red Guard, he should be able to find out for us.” He shot an indecipherable look at the other alien, and On’nas smirked.
“Why is it not believable?” On’nas asked.
I snorted. “On’nas is what he says he is, obviously.”
“You are not seriously Red Guard?” Mu’ol asked, staring at On’nas like he thought a hard stare could delve deep into the other man’s psyche. “You’re the biggest slacker I know.”
On’nas laughed, a gruff chuckle that made me smile, and brushed a knuckle over Mu’ol’s chin.
“Some things are not as they appear, my love.” His words, his warm admission of love for Mu’ol, were something unexpectedly delightful.
But I needed to focus on the matter at hand, which was far more important than my personal life.
“I can identify an individual as Vul, but I have to be there in person, or view a very high-quality video of them moving,” he said.
He tapped his temple. “I have specialty training and a chip. It makes it so I can spot the subtle differences in the way the Vul move that make them stand out from humans or other aliens they try to impersonate. I outed the Vul in our compound last month, though I used other methods so my own identity wouldn’t be revealed. ”
“Fuck,” Mu’ol muttered.
On’nas went silent for a moment, staring at both of us. “Why did I tell you both that? I’m highly trained in espionage. I don’t let our secrets flow freely.”
Mu’ol grinned. “I don’t know if we can have secrets anymore. I’m in your brain.” He tapped On’nas on the forehead. “And hers. Only a matter of time before you two connect as well.”
“What happens to the people the Vul replace?” I repeated.
“Likely dead, possibly held captive, if the Vul feel they need personal information to make their disguise more effective.” I gasped softly, and On’nas reached across and hauled me close, kissing the top of my head. “I hope you have lost no friends to them.”
“But how do we get you close to these people without risking you? Aunga’ri are not allowed among the human population.”
On’nas shook his head. “You don’t. I have to take the risk. To go back to DC and get into those meetings.”
“What if they arrest you?”
“What if they kill everyone on this planet so they can harvest the natural resources? Won’t do me much good to be alive if that happens.”
“I will go, as the commander. You, On’nas, Axel, and the prince will attend as my guard.” Mu’ol stood and paced to the bank of monitors along one wall, sliding his fingers over some buttons. I yelped and dove behind the bed as my commanding officer’s face popped up on a screen.
“Put on some clothes,” I hissed.
“What? I thought humans were free with their sexuality.” Mu’ol looked down at his bare body, which was glorious. “It makes no sense to say you’re open about sex and act all crazy about seeing me naked.”
On the screen, General Barton cleared his throat. “I would appreciate it if you would put on some clothes, commander. It is our custom.”
Mu’ol sighed. “Human customs have no logic to them.” He bent over, likely giving the blushing commander a very detailed view of his ass, then stood and yanked on his pants.
“Oh my god,” I muttered.
“Major Wilder, is that you?” General Baston asked, tilting a little on screen as if he could peek around a corner by moving his head.
I hadn’t seen On’nas move, but somehow he was sitting on the floor next to me, and he handed me the rest of my clothes, silently laughing his ass off. I punched his thigh, and he laughed harder, falling over so his head was in my lap.
“How the hell are you an elite spy?” I whispered, jabbing him with my finger.
“As an elite spy, I know you should stop talking until your commander is off the line,” he whispered back, his eyes sparkling with barely restrained humor.