Chapter 14 Ra’odah
Chapter fourteen
Ra’odah
I’d never felt the kinds of sensations the men were bringing about in my body; sensations that warred with my rational nature, that made me want to do crazy things.
Logan was controlling and almost brutal with Olzi, but the Vul warrior seemed to enjoy that.
And Olzi was different from what I would have expected, sweet and wild, with wide eyes that looked at me in such awe.
And I could hear his thoughts, so that made it even more intense.
I wondered what it would be like to reach such a level of arousal that every part of me was focused on sexual pleasure and that alone.
It seemed impossible. My mind was constantly running calculations or thinking about an experiment that I could do, and even when Olzi climbed over me and pressed his silky skin against my breasts, I started thinking about how nice it’d be to look at under a microscope, to examine the fine layer of fur that coated the Vul’s skin and gave him his coloring.
I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the sensations, because it was quite a nice sensation.
I especially enjoyed kissing, the way I could feel how different the two men were as they kissed me.
Logan was forceful and controlling, while Olzi explored my mouth with a sweet gentleness. Would that be how they fucked?
Logan coaxed Olzi off of me, chuckling softly.
“We need to get you out of your head and take you to a place where the only thing that exists is physical pleasure,” he said, tugging me to my feet.
My body warmed in a strange way, and I wondered if it was an actual increase in temperature, or if my skin just felt flushed and tingly all over because of the way they’d been touching me. If I could just run some tests.
Logan grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. “Hey, you can run all the sex tests later. For now, maybe you should just sit back and enjoy.”
I blinked up at him, then glanced at Olzi, standing nude a few feet away, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. “Sorry. What if I’m not cut out for intimate relations? I can’t stop thinking.”
Logan’s eyes flicked to Olzi. “Change of plans, sweet boy. This one needs something from both of us.” As he spoke, I caught the thoughts he was aiming at Olzi, the visions of me pinned between them, lost in pleasure, and Olzi sighed and nodded.
“It’s only because I’m too horny to argue,” the Vul muttered, but I felt something else in his mind, a warmth and concern for me.
It was unsettling to suddenly feel close to him when our bond only existed because we were joined by Logan’s mind.
Olzi stepped forward and brushed his lips against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“He loves us both, so perhaps, over time, we will know each other well enough that the love flows naturally between us as well.”
I met his warm eyes, noting how dilated they were. Was that a sign of passion? Or was there something medically wrong with him? Those eyes crinkled at the edges, and he burst out laughing.
“See what I mean?” Logan asked, and Olzi nodded.
“Clothes off, then I want you on your hands and knees, Ra’odah, on the bench,” he murmured, leading me to a padded bench in the middle of the escape pod that was part of a modular furniture set that could be transformed into a dining area or a bed.
Logan did neither. Instead, he stripped off the rest of his clothes, his thick cock springing free of his underwear and swinging as he walked over to us.
He was rock hard with arousal, his hybrid human penis massive and intriguing.
I licked my lips, my curiosity taking me in an entirely different direction as the two men lined up in front of me.
Logan stroked his length a little more roughly than I would have expected. “Do you want to learn about cocks?” he asked. “How the skin feels, how they respond to stimulation, how they smell and taste?”
I whimpered and scooted forward onto my knees, my curiosity driving a strange sensation in my body as I reached out and touched both men, exploring the difference between Logan’s hybrid human/Aunga’ri cock and Olzi’s Vul cock.
Olzi’s beautifully silky skin made his cock delicious to the touch, almost slick with how soft it was, and a small bead of fluid gathered at the tip as I explored the ridges.
He was thicker than Logan, especially at the head, but not nearly as long, and I liked his shape.
Logan’s cock was rock hard, like steel clad in the thinnest layer of silk, though the head of his cock was spongy soft, and he groaned as I touched it, explored.
The pulsing throb of the vein on the underside of his cock intrigued me, as did the sensitive ridge near the tip of Olzi’s.
I wanted to memorize every detail, to test their reactions to every kind of touch, but they only let me play for a little while.
“Taste, smell,” Logan murmured, and I leaned forward, my curiosity making me bold.
It occurred to me that he may have done that purposefully; leading with my desire to study was a surefire way to distract me from my nerves.
I was sitting completely naked in front of two beautiful men and felt no shame, only the desire to learn every inch of their bodies.
Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the drop of pre-cum at the tip of Olzi’s cock, savoring the salty flavor.
Logan was a little different tasting, sweeter, but I couldn’t have picked one over the other, so I went back and forth, intrigued by the sounds they made as I wrapped my lips around each of them in time.
Their hips jolted forward, natural instincts taking over.
Their bodies wanted more stimulation, and I tried to provide that with my hands, though I didn’t know precisely what to do.
Logan gave a gruff laugh and backed off. And I wondered if I’d hurt him, but when I looked up at Olzi, he had a dazed, pleased look on his face. “Was that too much?”
“Not like you think,” Logan said. “But you looked so pretty trying to stuff both of our cocks in your mouth that this would be over far too quickly if we let you keep trying.”
I flushed, realizing that he meant I’d almost brought them to completion, though I supposed it may not have been difficult, as they were both keyed up. Still, in the books, that was a passionate, beautiful moment for a man, and it made my skin heat to think of it. “Our turn?” Olzi asked.
“Our turn,” Logan confirmed, moving to straddle the bench behind me, he pulled me against his chest, running his hands down my body, skimming fingers over my breasts and making my body arch. That heat and pressure built stronger, making my inner muscles twitch.
“I like your hands on me,” I whispered, and when Olzi leaned in to kiss me, that slow, sensual exploration that I’d so enjoyed didn’t seem enough.
I pressed into him, my skin feeling like it needed to crawl inside him and become one with him as Logan sealed us together from behind, his big cock rocking in the crevice of my ass.
I whimpered, lost in the kiss, as Logan sucked on my neck, finding a sensitive spot that was somewhere halfway between ticklish and pure, unadulterated lust. His fingers were roaming lower, though, skimming over my stomach, down to the soft hair at the juncture of my thighs.
In a gruff voice, he coaxed me to part my legs, and his first touch to my clit made me jolt upward in surprise.
“Holy crap,” I whimpered as he started to circle.
“It’s too much. Or no, don’t stop.” I wasn’t sure if I had ever been this confused in my life, especially not as he pulled me into his lap and held my legs spread, ordering Olzi to edge me with his tongue.
Whatever the fuck that meant. But as soon as Olzi’s tongue landed on my pussy, I decided I didn’t care what edging meant.
I spread my legs wider and yanked on his hair, pulling him tight against where I needed him, as Logan’s hands roamed my body, tweaking my nipples, circling back to my clit.
Every touch brought me closer and closer and closer to something.
I moaned, my hips jolting and rocking against Olzi’s mouth, and my eyes rolled back as he found just the spot, then backed off.
“Why, why would you stop?” I gasped, writhing in their arms.