Chapter Halley
Halley
Ifall slowly out of sleep, warm and cozy, blanketed by golden arms, a broad chest and thick thighs my mattress. I don’t remember Eot and Keelo shifting into Tornado, nor do I remember Tornado climbing into the hammock with me. I must have been more exhausted than I realized.
Surprise that a single fabric hammock can hold our combined weight has me glancing around the messy room, but it appears they’ve double stacked both hammocks, one on top of the other, for extra support.
At a comfortable nine feet tall and almost too wide across the shoulders to fit through the ship’s doorframes, Tornado seems to weigh more than Keelo and Eot. Does it make sense mathematically? Not by Earth calculations. Turns out, humans really don’t know everything.
Mom would be pleased.
All the years she’s spent trying to contact intelligent life haven’t been wasted, despite the ridicule she’s endured from her peers. Maybe one day she’ll succeed, and the thought that she’s sending messages out into the universe, waiting to be discovered—that makes me smile.
“You’re awake.” I tip my head back so I can see Tornado’s face. It’s an awkward angle, more chin than golden eyes, but what little I can see assures me those eyes are open.
I stretch, luxuriating in the feeling of our bodies, wishing I had the forethought last night to strip off my clothes. Skin to skin would’ve been an even better waking, a thought that has me sitting up and straddling Tornado’s thighs.
“You know…” Drawing out my sentence to extend the suspense, I tip my head slightly to one side, examining them.
They watch me right back, unmoving except for the slow blink of their eyes and the steady up and down of their chest, clearly waiting to see what I’ll do next.
“I’ve still got a few questions about the two of you I wouldn’t mind some answers to. ”
I press my hand to the base of their throat, tracing the ragged scar down the center of their sternum.
“Like…can you hear each other’s thoughts?”
I trace lower, over their stomach, mindful of their bruises, which have deepened into a coppery bronze.
The clear patch of medical plastic covering the cuts along one arm, on the side that’s more Eot than Keelo, appears to be holding up well, the skin underneath a healthy color and the bleeding long since stopped.
Thank goodness.
“Like…are your pheromones twice as strong when you’re in your monstrous form?”
I almost slip on the word “monstrous.” It’s in stark contrast to my feelings about them.
I breathe deep. The scent of apple pie floats through me, a heady experience that intensifies my natural longing. I let it sink deeper until it’s contained within my very cells. Until I’m practically vibrating with need, moisture dripping from between my legs, and my pussy aching to be touched.
If possible, Tornado stills further, their breathing strained, their eyes darkening.
The fact they’re continuing to hold still—that’s impressive. And resourceful.
Another deep inhale. The scent of apples is Eot. Which means the undercurrents of buttery pastry must be Keelo.
Delicious.
Now, I’m suppressing what can only be called a manic smile, feeling much too proud of myself.
Can’t imagine there are many humans who could claim to have caught themselves not one but two amazing guys.
And surely there isn’t another human in the entire ever-expanding universe who’s straddling two Arrok shifters.
“And questions like what do your combined dicks look like?”
Finally, I trace their scar to its base, to about where there’d be a belly button, if they had one. The fact they don’t—well, that might’ve interested me at any other time. Instead, it’s immediately forgotten at the sight of their erection.
It’s large. Like I-doubt-it’s-going-to-fit large. Eye-wateringly large.
I wrap my hand around the base and can’t touch the tip of my thumb to the tip of my longest finger, not by a long way.
“Oh wow.” I lick my lips.
It’s tapered, just like Eot and Keelo’s dicks when they’re in their individual forms, narrowest at the tip—if you can call any part of this big boy “narrow.” And there are ridges down its length, almost like segments, with each segment wider and thicker than the one that came before.
A drop of glistening pre-cum slides off the tip, and we both stare as it runs down their dick, looking exactly like a drip of iridescent ice-cream rolling down a cone—if the cone were inverted.
I catch it with a finger before it reaches their balls and bring it to my mouth. Tornado’s only reaction to seeing me taste them is a slight widening of their eyes.
I grin, guessing any small movement on their part would be the equivalent of setting light to a firecracker: unstoppable once started.
“What if I were to shuffle up a fraction?” I use the sides of the hammock to help maneuver myself a few inches forward, which is the exact moment I remember I’m still clothed.
Bloody hell. I hastily disrobe, praying for at least a little bit of feminine elegance when it comes to shimmying out of my borrowed and much-too-big trousers and tunic.
Both of which are followed by my underwear, all dumped on the ground, on top of the mess already covering much of the bedroom floor.
That gives me a perverse little thrill—seeing our belongings scattered haphazardly together. It’s domestic. Homely. As if this bedroom is my home too.
Another shuffle forward another few inches has my legs finally straddling the tops of Tornado’s thighs, my pussy in line with the underside of their dick.
Painstakingly slowly, I roll my hips forward, rubbing myself on their ridges. It’s a slick ride, I’m that ready. The sensation sends bolts of lightning up my body and along my nerve endings until my toes are curling and I’m gripping the hammock with a pale-knuckled grip.
Tornado grunts, teeth clenched so tight I don’t think a crowbar could wedge his mouth open.
I lean forward, relishing the feeling of them against my pussy, against my clit, my folds spreading around their cock. And I sink into a kiss.
The touch of my lips appears to be the last straw. Tornado’s statue facade cracks with a bone-deep growl, and then they thrust up and forward, a hand on the small of my back to increase the pressure.
My eyes roll back, and I instinctively bite my lip to trap my scream inside. Then remember the walls are soundproof and stop holding back.
The grunts and moans of two—three?—people enjoying sex fill the room, accompanied by the obscene slap of flesh on flesh.
Underneath it all, I can actually hear how wet I am, slick and slippery.
And then I’m rocking through my orgasm, increasing my speed with erratic movements, not wanting to waste a single moment of grinding against my amazing guys.
They follow me into pleasure, arching their back, spurting their cum across their own chest and my bare breasts, in imitation of shooting stars and just as spectacularly beautiful.
Boneless, I slump forward, heedless of the mess but still careful of their injuries. I angle myself so I’m lying more against their left side than their right, a little ways from their injured arm.
Then I pat Tornado’s chest with a limp hand and blinking the haze from my vision. “Wow. Just…wow.”
For once, I can’t think of anything else to say. Except maybe to ask if they enjoyed themselves as much as I did. Although, judging by their harsh breaths and the way they’re stroking my braids so gently away from my face, pretty sure I already know the answer.
“Halley.”
Tornado’s voice reminds me of when Keelo scolds me, when my name is more of a rumbling growl than a word. But there’s a rasping quality to it that’s entirely unique to Tornado, as if it costs them to speak out loud.
Maybe having two people in the same head is hard work after all, no matter how much you adore and cherish your other half.
“Tornado,” I say, kissing the easiest part of them I can reach, which happens to be the base of their throat, beside their adam’s apple. “About what I said to you, back in the ravine, er, before the trikon attack—”
Not usually one for shyness, I feel my face heat.
If I were back on Earth, if Tornado were an ordinary human man, I absolutely wouldn’t be insisting we revisit an as-yet unrequited confession of love. But Tornado isn’t an ordinary human man and we’re not back on Earth, and I really want to make my feelings crystal clear.
Partly because I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I never want them wondering if I’ve only done all of this because I’m still hoping for a rescue from Lyd. Our relationship has gone way beyond that into something so much more life changing.
And partly because I can’t seem able to keep my mouth shut. There’s that old saying, you can’t have too much of a good thing, and that’s me. After some of the best sex of my life, I’m greedy for even more.
“I love you. Both of you. More than I thought it was possible to ever love someone. I’ve never felt like this.
It’s as if I’ve got your names engraved on my soul.
” I kiss their throat again, drinking in the aftereffects of their pheromones, which are leaving me loose-limbed and apparently still somewhat unsatisfied—emotionally unsatisfied, that is.
“You don’t have to say it back to me, not if you aren’t ready. I just wanted you to know—”
“We—love—you—Halley.” And they wrap their good arm around me.
“Really?” My heart seems to leap into my throat, and sudden tears are pressing at my eyes.
Instead of trying to speak again, they nod, the movement sending the hammock gently rocking.
It’s a good thing Eot and Keelo aren’t afraid of my teeth because I can’t stop from smiling. A wide, jaw-aching smile. I bury closer to them, as if to burrow into their skin.
Three people, one beating heart.