Chapter 15
Delilah
I shifted nervously on my bed aboard the Voyager, my heart racing as Dave’s eyes met mine.
“Are you ready, Delilah?” he asked softly.
I tried to respond, but found my gaze drawn once again to the prominent bulge in his pants. Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized I was staring.
Dave’s lips quirked up in an amused smile. “See something you like?”
“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, mortified. “I just... I can’t seem to stop looking. Or thinking about... you know.” I swallowed hard. “What it might be like. To... oh gosh, I can’t believe I’m even saying this.”
Dave stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “It’s incredibly sexy how curious you are.”
Before I could respond, he cupped my face in his large hands and kissed me deeply. I melted into him, overwhelmed by the passionate intensity. When we finally broke apart, I was breathless.
“Zarath’s turn,” Dave murmured, stepping back.
Zarath approached slowly, his eyes searching mine. As our lips met, I felt a flood of emotions that weren’t my own — burning arousal and curiosity, but also a darkness he seemed to be fighting against. I shivered, both thrilled and unnerved by the intensity of what I sensed from him.
Dave’s fingers trailed down my arm, igniting sparks beneath my skin. “We’ll take this nice and slow.”
I squirmed, heat coiling low in my belly. “Please, I need—”
“Shh,” Zarath interjected, his cool fingers brushing my lips.
They began to undress me with agonizing slowness, each revealed inch of skin worshipped with gentle caresses and soft kisses. I whimpered, arching into their touch.
“You’re killing me,” I gasped as Dave’s lips grazed my collarbone.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Good things come to those who wait, sugar.”
I watched, mesmerized, as they shed their own clothing. Zarath’s iridescent blue skin shimmered in the dim light, muscles rippling as he moved. Dave’s massive frame was a study in power, his wings flexing as he stretched.
“You’re both so... magnificent,” I breathed, drinking in the sight of their thick, impressive cocks.
Dave grinned, spreading his wings wide. “Like what you see?”
I nodded, giggling as he used the wings to haul me close. Dave’s wings shifted, and suddenly Zarath was pulled into our embrace. His lean body pressed against my back, sandwiching me between them.
“What are you doing, you overgrown bat?” Zarath grumbled, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Are those the words of a good boy?” Dave asked, laughing.
I relished the warmth of their bodies against mine, their skin against mine. “This feels... incredible,” I murmured, my heart racing at the intimacy of our naked forms pressed so close together.
Dave’s chest rumbled with amusement. “See, Z? Even you can’t resist a group hug.”
Zarath huffed, but his arms tightened around us. The contrast of Dave’s sun-warmed skin and Zarath’s cooler touch sent shivers down my spine.
My hands wandered, curiosity and desire overriding any lingering shyness. I traced the hard planes of Dave’s abs, then reached behind to explore the lean muscles of Zarath’s thighs. When my fingers brushed against their cocks, both men inhaled sharply.
“Oh,” I breathed, marveling at the silky-smooth skin and impressive girth. My core clenched with want, imagining how they might feel inside me. “I... I can’t stop thinking about...”
Dave’s eyes darkened. “About what, sugar?”
I bit my lip, heat flooding my cheeks. “About feeling you... both of you... between my legs. Inside me.”
Zarath’s breath hitched, and I felt a surge of desire course through our empathic link. “Delilah,” he murmured, his voice low and strained.
An ache bloomed deep within me, my body instinctively preparing for what it craved. “I think... I think I was made for this,” I whispered, my hips rocking slightly of their own accord.
Dave’s wings enveloped us, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. “Oh sweetheart,” he purred, “you have no idea.”
His lips found mine in a searing kiss, while Zarath’s clever fingers traced patterns along my spine. I gasped as Dave’s tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of something wild and intoxicating. Zarath’s lips brushed the nape of my neck, sending sparks of pleasure racing across my skin.
Their hands roamed my body, teasing and exploring. Dave cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked. Zarath’s fingers dipped between my thighs, finding me slick with need.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking. “I need... I need...”
“What do you need, Delilah?” Zarath’s voice was rough with desire.
Dave broke our kiss, his eyes blazing. “Zarath, you take her first. Show her what that pretty cock of yours can do.”
My heart leapt, but to my surprise, I found myself shaking my head. “No, I... Dave, please. I want you too.”
Dave’s brow furrowed, a mix of desire and uncertainty crossing his face. “Sugar, are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“Please,” I begged, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. “I need both of you.”
A low growl rumbled in Dave’s chest. He gently maneuvered me onto my hands and knees. “Alright, sweetheart. How about we start like this?”
He positioned himself in front of me, his impressive cock level with my face. I whimpered at the sight, a combination of nerves and desire flooding through me.
“Open up for me, sugar,” Dave murmured, his voice gentle despite the heat in his eyes.
I parted my lips, welcoming Dave’s thick length into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating — salty and musky, with an alien sweetness I couldn’t quite place. As I began to explore him with my tongue, I felt Zarath’s cool fingers trail down my spine, sending shivers through my body.
“Look at you,” Zarath purred, his usually formal tone replaced by something raw and primal. “His good girl.”
I moaned around Dave’s cock as Zarath’s tongue found my center, lapping at my folds with expert precision. His fingers joined in, stroking and teasing until I was trembling with need.
Dave’s wings rustled as he braced them against the bed frame, his muscles tensing beneath his moss-green skin. “That’s it, sugar,” he groaned, arching his back. “Take me deeper.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder as he began to thrust gently into my mouth. The geometric patterns on his leather straps seemed to dance in the dim light, hypnotizing me as I lost myself in the sensations.
“Z-Zarath,” I gasped, pulling away from Dave for a moment. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Zarath’s eyes met mine, filled with a hunger that made my insides clench. “Patience, little one,” he murmured as he redoubled his efforts between my thighs.
I whimpered, torn between the exquisite pleasure Zarath was giving me and my desperate desire to feel him fill me completely. Dave’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me back to his cock with a gentle but insistent pressure.
“Focus on me for now, sugar,” Dave said, his voice a mix of command and comfort. “Let Zarath take care of you down there.”
I obeyed, losing myself in the taste and feel of Dave as Zarath’s talented mouth and fingers worked me into a frenzy. The contrast between Dave’s warmth and Zarath’s cool touch was divine, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I whimpered, needing more, needing to be stuffed full.
“Fuck her,” Dave growled, and Zarath shifted, dragging the thick head of his cock against my pussy.