Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
REDIX
Damn, I love Halloween so much, it’s scary.
I stride across the tent to the table draped in silver. Blair brought the case of sheaths and dildos over while we were corralling humans.
She’s lined them up.
It’s quite a collection.
Some look like tentacles, others like bulls. Some are ridged and bulbous, and others look truly alien, with odd ridges and asymmetric girth.
While, of course, kink is the game tonight, that’s not what’s pounding my heart. The ultimate decision is what I want to give to Daniel. What kind of pleasure?
As guilty as he’s felt about the future of our show, I feel guilty about the stress he’s been under.
I had no idea.
He’s so polite and powerful on set. He’s so focused on caring for others that I want to take care of him.
I choked back tears when he won the Emmy. I love him so much it’s like I won, too. I don’t need one for myself. We shared the victory.
We share everything.
But we’re still new at this, learning how three very alpha men love each other. How we need to ask for help, too. Because fuck knows, our alpha women sure tell us all the damn time to just talk about it.
Though it seems for some, like me, with testicles and testosterone, talking is an acquired skill.
But right now?
I don’t want Daniel’s words.
I want his moans.
A large, scaled dildo with a soft, pointed tip and hard middle knot in cosmic blue and pumpkin orange sure looks like it’ll help. It has a round, flat base. It can serve as a six-inch plug, and of course, it grabs Eily’s attention.
She’s at Stacey’s bench, on the other side of Daniel’s, her eyes growing wide at what’s in my hand.
“My god,” she marvels. “Is that landing inside Daniel?”
I stroke her hair. “Oh, we’ll make him beg for it.”
A groan of consent escapes Daniel’s lips when he sees it. Blair propped his head on a small pillow. All of our humans have one so they can witness their coupling.
More so they can relish it.
But I want Beau and Colton to relish this, too. “Get him ready to take me,” I command.
Beau’s eyes spark greedily, his ripped body smeared in blue paint contrasting with Colton’s purple body, his brown eyes gleaming with hunger. Somehow. No. I definitely know they’ve done this before.
Because fuck me, it’s erotic what they do to Daniel.
They rip his briefs open, his grunts filling the room until all that remains is his thick BOSS waistband .
Pouring generous ribbons of lube over their fingers, they tease before expertly probing Daniel’s exposed ass. It makes him groan, his soaring desire infectious.
It makes Beau and Colton equally aroused and hard. They stand between Daniel’s spread legs at the edge of the bench, and I stand a few feet away.
Relishing the spectacle.
“Such a manwhore,” Beau teases, sliding his finger alongside Colton’s, easing two inside Daniel. “He likes it in his ass.” Beau’s other hand reaches for Colton’s raging hard-on.
“Yes,” Daniel groans. “Fuck yes, I do.”
“Fuck this is hot,” Colton growls, seeking Beau’s lips.
They kiss, their tongues rolling together. Colton fists Beau’s cock, rubbing their shafts together, too. They’re moaning, kissing, and frotting, and it’s so damn beautiful as Colton reaches for Daniel’s surging length.
He starts stroking Daniel while Beau probes him, and I can hear Daniel’s grunts of pleasure. He must have the most sensual sight of two men getting off on playing with him, toying with his ass and cock.
It makes me leak.
I let them have their way with him while I untie my loincloth, letting it fall to the rug. Breaking my role, I taunt, “I’m glad you’re enjoying my man because your future wife sure enjoys my wife, too.”
Colton glances to his left, catching our women. I glance, too.
Blair has Cade twisting, moaning, and bucking over her three fingers and tongue.
“Fuck yes,” Colton mutters, pumping Daniel harder, his other hand tightening his grip over his cock, rubbing against Beau’s .
Beau lets Colton guide their pleasure while they watch Beau’s two fingers claim Daniel.
“Fuck!” Daniel howls. “Fuck me. I mean … breed me. Now!”
“Is he ready for us?” I ask them.
With lust hooding his eyes, Beau turns his stare to me, his forehead pressed to Colton’s. “Yes.” His voice is labored with lust, with restraint. “Breed him while we milk him for you.”
“Why don’t I start him?” I douse the knawty dildo until it’s dripping with lube, “and you finish him? I have others to breed, too.”
It’s more like I’m asking if this is a boundary for them. I respect it if it is. We all have them.
“Yes,” Colton rumbles. “Start him, and we’ll finish him.” He looks at Beau. “Together.”
Together.
I share the feeling.
I want this with Daniel, too. I want him to know and trust that he can let us care for him as much as he takes care of us.
Yes, his wife Charlie can snipe someone from a thousand meters, but it’s Daniel’s instinct. It’s in his nature to fight and protect, too.
But now, Beau withdraws. So does Colton as they step around, standing on either side of Daniel, watching as I ask him, “Do you trust me?”
I break character; so does he.
“Yes,” he urges, lying bound and on his back. “Always.”
Slowly, I ease the blue foreign tip inside as Daniel stares at me, his lips parting, his eyes widening, his cock jumping.
“Milk him,” I urge Beau. “Make this good for him.”
Colton licks his lips, and Beau nods. As I push further inside, against that tight ring, pressing against it, Beau fists Daniel’s thick base while Colton wraps his lips around his swollen tip, sucking it.
“Oh fuck!” Daniel rattles his ankle chains. “Oh, fuck yes!”
“Are you going to take it?” I ease more inside. “Are you going to let us take care of you, too?”
Luca had his turn with Daniel, but this is mine .
I didn’t know Daniel was suffering at the time. I didn’t know he was trying to protect me from the truth. I didn’t know he was willing to sacrifice just so I could win, too.
So now I can teach him a lesson—a loving, lustful one from The Six.
We take care of each other.
Always and until the end.
“Yes!” Daniel howls, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck yes, give it to me. Make me take it.”
He loves this, he needs this, he needs us to take care of him sometimes, and we will—w e always will.
Colton moans with Daniel in his mouth as Beau watches him fervently.
Beau’s not jealous. His pupils dilate. His cock drips. He licks his lips. He’s raging hard watching his man enjoy this, watching Colton’s bearded lips plunge up and down Daniel’s thick shaft, his tongue lashing his tip when he reaches it.
It’s shaking Daniel’s thighs. He’s sweating. He’s taking it inch by inch. But when I reach the wide, bulbous knot, I don’t know if he can take it.
Beau sees me pause. “Let me,” he says. “I know how to do it. Colt likes it when I use one on him; one just like it. And so does Blair.”
Colton lifts from Daniel’s cock. “Fuck yeah,” he huffs, his spit webbed to Daniel’s tip. Damn, he’s hot. “Fuck yeah, he’ll love it. Just go slow.”
This is trust.
This is love.
I let go, and Beau takes my place between Daniel’s thighs. Walking around, I snake my hand into Daniel’s coal waves. Leaning down, I kiss him, and I don’t stop.
He writhes, his back bowing, his breath huffing and gasping into our kiss, but his tongue stays with mine. He lets me kiss him and care for him until he’s taken it all. Until Beau presses the alien object all the way inside him.
“Fuck, Redix,” Daniel growls as his body shakes, still accepting the luscious intrusion. His cock is swollen and dripping for it. “Fuck. Fuck, I … I lo?—”
“I love you, too.” I kiss him again, my lips brushing over his. “I got you. We all do. Now, just let us. Let us take care of you, too.” I press my forehead to his. “Okay? That’s how we do this. That’s how we grow old together. Promise me.”
“I…” His aqua eyes mesmerize me. “I promise,” he sighs. “I love you. I love all of us. Just … fuck .” He writhes, jerking at his restraints. “Just fuck, don’t stop.”
I turn to Beau and Colton, giving them a nod.
They’ll have fun with him. They’ll take care of him. They need this, too.
Everyone deserves at least one fantasy fulfilled. If not, why the fuck are we here?
With one more kiss for Daniel, I leave and aim for the table of alien toys, noting with a smirk how others have already taken a few more.
So, I grab a particularly monstrous one before scanning our scene.
And damn, I love Halloween so much, it’s scary.
A neon pink scaly monster length glows in Luca’s fist. He’s twisting it inside Scarlett, making her growl. He’s making her fight her orgasm while he smacks her clit.
On the table beside them, it looks like Zar is taking an alarming red bull sheath from Nick. But Luca’s telling Zar he can’t come, either.
“We’re going to fucking breed you human whores all night,” Luca sneers. “Until you’re dripping with our milk. Say it!” He smacks Scarlett’s clit again before he spanks Zar’s cock. “Say you love it.”
“Yes, my owner,” Zar groans, his cock bobbing back even harder.
“Yes, Luca.” A scream of ecstasy threatens Scarlett’s voice.
Dang. Who knew Luca was an amateur alien actor?
Then again, if sex is involved, he deserves an Oscar.
I want to give a standing ovation to my friend.
Looking to my right, Ford is dedicating quite the performance to his wife, Stacey. My brows raise, shocked by the massive purple curving Kraken cock sheath he’s serving her with. But she’s loving it. Eily’s licking Stacey’s clit, making sure of it.
Of course, Silas is behind Eily, strumming her clit while he gives her the real thing.
My stare turns to admire the deep grunts coming from Luke. He’s taking a glowing, green strap-on from Charlie before Mateo takes his turn with his husband, giving it to him bare. Luke grunts, relishing it because they’re demanding he stroke off while they take quick turns with him.
Dragging my hand down my face, dayum, I’m drowning in the erotic scene . Am I in shock? In loving awe? Aroused more than ever?
Hell, check all of the above .
“Redix the Raider,” a honey voice calls, and I focus on its source.
Blair hooks her finger, summoning me to where I was headed all along.
My wife.
Cade’s purple dress drapes in shreds, her black lace bra yanked down, hefting her gorgeous breasts for my stare. Her matching panties have been cut at the wet crotch, but they still circle, vulgarly tempting around her waist.
“Your next sacrifice is wet and ready for you.” Blair licks her glistening lips. “I made sure of it.”
And I can tell.
My woman’s pussy is so swollen, pink, and slick, dripping with another woman’s spit.
Goddamn, Cade’s the most beautiful sight in the world.
Yes, I have other partners, and yes, I love them.
But Cade is where I belong. She’s my beginning.
She was my first kiss, the only woman I’ll ever kiss. I want to die with Cade on my lips. I’ve already come so close.
She was my first touch. I’ll never forget the first time I felt her tender heat. We were seventeen. She had never had an orgasm. Frustrated, she had tried on her own but couldn’t do it. So, I took my time with her. Together, we learned how to do it, and when she came for the first time on my fingers, her violet eyes were so beautiful, staring into mine … I groaned, coming in my jeans at the sight of her.
I’ve been hers ever since.
She was my first taste. I couldn’t get enough of her moans and the way I could make her scream. Making her come on my tongue became an obsession.
Then, she was my first fuck.
But she’s even more .
Our first time, I felt why they called it “making love” because I didn’t come so damn fast and hard because it felt so good inside her. I mean, it did, but I climaxed in an immediate explosion with my gasping lips pressed to Cade’s … because I was so in love, my heart burst for her, and my body just followed.
I swear, I’m still right there with her.
She still owns my heart.
Honestly, when I’m with our other partners, it feels like I’m sharing a piece of me. I get off on the pleasure of our bodies. I cherish our intimacy and trust because I know what it’s like to have that stolen from you.
But when I’m with Cade, she takes me—all of me—gone.
I disappear inside her, my edges blurring, my heart pounding, matching her rhythm, my body melding with hers.
Sometimes, there’s that one person, that one love, who makes you wonder if you’re actually two people … because you feel like one.
“Redix.” She writhes for me. Blair didn’t bind her wrists, so Cade’s tugging at her dark rouge nipples. “Redix, please. Please …”
My teeth grab my bottom lip, feeling that feral thrum in my veins at the sight of her heels in the air, her ankles chained to poles, her legs splayed for my access.
No, I’m not into pain.
But I am into pleasure worth dying for.
“Damn, Cade,” I admire her opening for me.
Blair has her sexed up. But when Cade sees the sheath in my hand, her lips part. Like Daniel, she can’t believe she’s going to do this.
But she will .
She wants to.
“Ahem.” Blair breaks my daze. Tickling Cade’s clit with her fingertip, she brings me back to my role. “She’s ready for your breeding, sir.”
“No,” Cade says with a hooded smile. “No, I don’t want Redix the Raider’s giant cock. It’ll hurt.”
She’s playing. We have a safe word, and I haven’t heard it in years.
Blair hands me the lube. I don’t miss her licking her lips as I gloss my cock, using it to coat my swollen curve.
“You’re worried I’ll hurt you, human?” I tease Cade, “With my giant alien cock?”
Sliding on the blue ribbed sheath, I grunt, shocked at the tight texture inside it. My tip pushes to the open end of the sheath. It adds so much girth to my length I begin to doubt she can take it, but damn, it feels good.
“Fuck,” I mutter, grabbing a breath with my eyes on Cade. “Are you worried my cock will hurt? Or that it’ll feel so damn good for us you’ll only want more?”
“Please,” Cade sighs. “Please, be gentle. If you’re going to fuck me with your big cock, then make it feel good.”
I smirk, dousing this thing in lube. “Oh, we’ll make it feel damn good.”
“We?”
“Yes,” I answer Cade before nodding at Blair. “Keep her ready for me. Lick that pretty little clit of hers. Spread her lips open and let me watch your tongue flick it while I fuck her.”
Cade moans as Blair grins, leaning over Cade to obey.
Blair’s black hair is pulled into a ponytail, so I can watch it all. I can watch her tongue laving over my wife’s pearled pink nub while I slowly push in.
Cade’s silent. Only gasps and moans escape her straining throat. Blair’s tongue strums her clit while Cade’s violet eyes anchor to mine while I penetrate, stretch, and taunt her.
“Oh, you love this, don’t you? Look at your pretty pink pussy, stretching to take all of my cock. You want it all, don’t you?”
“Uhh,” she cries out, her legs shaking, another maddening blue inch disappearing inside her. “Uhh, Redix, it’s so much. Oh my god,” she groans.
“Beg.” I cup her ass, spreading her cheeks more. “Beg if you want more. And play with your tits. Pinch your nipples if you’re my sweet little human slut wanting me to fuck you with my giant cock.”
“Oh fuck, Redix, please!”
Cade obeys. Mercilessly, she tugs, pinching and tweaking her nipples as I watch her slick, straining entrance take another inch.
And I feel my pleasure threatening, too.
This is so fucking right and raw. So beautiful and brave.
We’ve never done this role-play, and it won’t be the last time. It’s intoxicating. It’s a drug. The room falls away, and all I can feel is the strangle of this tight device, the tip of my cock sensitive and thrilled by Cade’s warm, slick, swollen walls, straining to take me.
My stare travels from Blair’s tongue, rolling and circling over my wife’s clit, getting it so damn hard, to my stunning wife trusting me, wanting me, taking me.
So damn much of me.
I need to breathe.
Slowly, I withdraw, and she’s dripping, her milky arousal drizzling to the floor. “Fuck, Cade.” So I drive back inside where I left her gaping, and her thighs shake violently .
I won’t hurt her with every inch, but what I’m giving her makes her body twist for more.
Her breath ragged, her lungs heaving, her sex swelling, she grabs Blair’s hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh god, lick me. Lick me while he fucks me. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I thrust inside, giving Cade what she’s begging for, and she comes with a back-bowing groan that lasts forever. The muscles in her legs twitch. The lips of her pussy pulse. Her whole body shudders.
But she needs more.
Cade is my instrument, and I know how to make her sing over and over and over.
Gently, I caress Blair’s hair. “She’s mine now. I’ve claimed her. Go find your men. Make them please you, too.” I know she will.
“Redix,” Cade cries for me. She scratches the bench’s black leather. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Please. Please.”
We get lost with me inside her, lost to how familiar and foreign this is. Lost when I make her come again, her voice gravel from screaming, her sex convulsing for more.
I barely hear the others around me coming, grunting and moaning, luring me with the dirtiest talk.
Because I’m fucking losing it. Cade is all I see, all I feel: me inside her, taking her, claiming her. I grab her hips, brutally thrusting. I bury myself, giving her all I have because she takes it.
She takes all of me.
“Oh god, Redix. I’m coming… ” she cries, almost afraid of the pleasure as I feel her do it, sweating in my grasp, shaking in my hands, and wetting my thighs with her pleasure.
I let go, throwing my chin up. I hold still, ready for the familiar, most mind-erasing, breath-taking release inside her, but…
A black and gold mask suddenly greets me in the blindness.
Its sinful face snarls back at me, grabbing my mind, possessing my body. It makes me ruthlessly pump my cock again; one thought driving me— Cade is fucking mine .
“Mine, mine, mine,” I growl, and it’s not my voice, but it’s my pleasure. “Mine.” It’s me inside her, but I’m not the one fucking her, cruelly driving in her so hard. “Mine.” It’s my orgasm ripping through me and causing hers. I can feel her shudder, wetting my thighs and doing it again.
“Yes! Mine!” I roar before my throat is suddenly strangled in the grasp of something. Some erotic surrender seizes my muscles, exploding my breath. My cock pulses, spilling inside her. I come so fucking hard for Cade.
But it’s not my voice in my mind shouting for her.