Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Shathar
Fiona has a wild look in her blue eyes that makes me curious about what she has planned.
She pulls back the blankets, revealing all three of us to the cool air.
First, she strips off her shirt, and my eyes dart down to her chest. Two small globes hang there, with pale pink nipples topping round circles of darker skin.
My breath stops in my throat at the sight of them.
But she’s not done. Fiona wiggles off her soft, thin pants next, leaving only her undergarments. Then that goes, too, until the three of us are all naked on the bed.
She swallows hard, like she’s uncertain, so I take her hand in mine.
“What is this idea of yours?” It seems as if whatever it is, I have a part in it.
It was odd last night, sleeping in the same bed as Khesan. But the seething jealousy I expected to feel when he announced his intentions didn’t come. If anything, I am curious. I, too, want to be intimate with Fiona. Whether I am the first? Not as important.
Fiona gestures to me. “Sit up on your knees,” she instructs, so I do as I’m told, rising until I’m in the desired position. In front of me, Fiona gets on her knees so her face is very, very near my cock. It twitches with excitement, wondering what will happen next.
“Khesan,” she says over her shoulder.
With wide eyes, he gets up onto his knees as well, but he seems to have a better idea of what she wants than I do, because he eagerly shuffles behind her.
“Good, like that,” she praises him, and Khesan’s fans flutter in pleasure.
Then Fiona takes my cock in her fingers, leans down, and guides the tip inside her mouth.
I understand now. She will take Khesan inside her while she pleases me with her lips and tongue. I am very much amenable to this. Receiving attention in any form from my mate is enough for me.
While her wet mouth takes me in, I see Khesan ready himself behind her, stroking his cock until it leaks from the tip. It is dark purple, with a lighter head and nalopo along the top. I am mesmerized by the sight of him touching himself in time with Fiona’s unbelievable mouth.
“Are you ready for me?” Khesan asks, dragging his cock down between her thighs.
Fiona slides me out from between her lips long enough to say, “Yes!”
Khesan grins, then leans down to push himself inside her.
Fiona lurches against me, buckling forward, and a moan is yanked from her lips.
Khesan’s eyes fall closed, and all I can do is stare as he pulls his hips back, then slowly sinks back in.
Fiona grabs my cock with both hands, and her eyes are fiery as she brings me into her mouth once more.
Karakka. That is exquisite. Fiona moans, making her mouth vibrate in the most delicious way possible, as Khesan thrusts into her again. He bites his lip with one of his sharp fangs, his hands clutching her ass as he buries himself up to the hilt.
Their cries of pleasure, the slap of bare skin against bare skin as Khesan drives himself into our mate—it’s winding me up even more than Fiona’s incredible mouth.
I wonder what she feels like inside. By the look on Khesan’s face, which is bliss incarnate, it must be good.
His groans sound almost painful as he moves faster, pushing Fiona forward with every pump of his hips so that she takes me even deeper into her throat.
Her moans, muffled by my cock, escalate into cries, and her fingers dig into me where she’s clutching my thigh in one hand, the other wrapped around my base.
She’s frantically sucking me now, her eyes half-open as Khesan fucks her harder.
I have never seen anything so erotic in my life.
Khesan’s mouth open as he grunts, Fiona crying out, their bodies moving in perfect unison as he takes her…
. I don’t feel jealousy so much as I feel left out, perhaps.
As if I am supposed to be a part of this dance, too, though not in the same way I am now.
“Oh, no,” Khesan says suddenly, his eyes going wide. “I’m sorry, Fiona, I can’t—”
He interrupts himself with a moan, suddenly buckling forward. He thrusts frantically once, twice more, his eyes rolling back in his head. If Fiona weren’t eagerly sucking on me, I would laugh.
“You went off early,” I say as Khesan’s movements come to a halt. He pants, then groans again when Fiona shifts on the bed. Lifting her head, she releases me from her mouth and looks over her shoulder.
“That’s okay,” she says brightly. “That was amazing, Khesan.”
He leans down to kiss her back, squeezing her ass as he pulls out. His cock is wet, soaking, and it’s already starting to go limp. The scent of their mating has permeated the air around us, and as I drink it in, I’m getting even harder.
Perhaps I ought to complete what Khesan started. I can bring this woman to her finish, like the adult male that I am.
“Fiona,” I say, cupping her cheek. She faces me, her eyes still hooded with pleasure. I know she wants more. “May I mate with you? I will hold out for you.”
She blinks at me. “What? You want to have sex… now?”
I nod quickly. Her body is primed, her needs unmet, and I know that I’m the one meant to fulfill them.
Still gasping for air, Khesan sits back on his knees. With an uncertain expression, Fiona turns to him, as if this is his decision to make and not hers. But he just nods, his cheeks dark blue with shame.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t last,” he says. “I believe Shathar… will do a good job.”
I smirk. He knows it, at least. I have pleased many females in my time, and I doubt he did much of that in the barracks.
Fiona’s awestruck as she returns to peering up at me.
“You’re sure?” she says, and I don’t miss the hopeful tone in her voice.
Gently, I put a hand on her shoulder, then curl one under her back to lay her on the bed. Then I crawl atop her, bracketing her face with my forearms. She shivers under me and her hips rise of their own accord, and I know she is still extremely aroused.
Good.
I kiss her before leaning back so I can properly spread her legs and lift them over my hips.
Fiona watches intently as I fist my cock, bringing the head down to her clit, like I saw in my manuals.
I rub it a few times and her eyes close, her mouth opening in an O as she gasps. She is already quite prepared for me.
Her reddened, swollen cunt parts as I push the head of my cock through her soft petals. Khesan’s cum drips down from her slit, and when I finally reach her entrance, it’s wet and slick. Slipping inside her is easy, as open as she is now, and I nearly buckle under the sensation of her around me.
“Fiona,” I moan as I slide in deeper than I intended on my first stroke. Her belly clenches as she takes me in, a cry escaping her lips. Yes, she is very ready for me. More than ready.
Heat consumes me as I push in as far as I can, then yank back, my cockhead nearly leaving her.
It’s soaked, covered in Khesan’s spend, and somehow that electrifies me even more as I bury myself in her a second time.
Her mouth opens wide and her head falls to the pillow, her breasts lifting into the air as she arches her back.
She is beautiful underneath me. So flawless and perfect, my mate. My everything.
Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in as I reel my hips back, then shove into her with more force. I want to be closer to her, to hold her as I make her mine, so I drop forward while still buried in her and encircle her head with my hands.
“Fiona,” I murmur, setting a steady pace as I fuck her. “You are my sun. My moon. Even all the stars in the sky.”
She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in even closer so I can no longer see her face.
I sink into her as fully as I can and joy takes over, joy at being with her, joy at being able to show her how I truly feel.
When I slide out, I apply pressure against her with my nalopo, as that is their purpose—to stimulate, to please.
Given where her clit resides anatomically speaking, she ought to be most sensitive right below it, where my nalopo can rub her.
Sure enough, when I push back in while putting pressure there, Fiona cries out.
“That’s amazing,” she gasps, her hips bucking. So I do it again, dragging them out and then pushing back in, remaining at the right depth to get the most out of my ridges. Her whole body is trembling now, and she clutches me tighter as her heels dig into my back.
I believe it’s working.
Hastening my pace, I somehow keep my own orgasm at bay by focusing on hers. I can enjoy my finish when I make her break around me.
“Shathar!” Fiona cries out as her channel begins clenching tighter around me. I push through it, continuing to drag my nalopo along her with every thrust. “Oh my god, I’m going to—I can’t—I’m—”
That’s when she clamps down around me, and her body goes taut as a stretched wire. She screams against my neck, her hands digging into my hair as she climaxes.
Finally, I can release. I move faster, slamming through her finish as she spasms and milks me, and my own glorious pleasure races up my spine and into my throat. Fiona moans as I swell inside her and bury myself as deep as I can before unleashing everything.
It gushes into her, and I pump again as more and more of it comes out of me. I didn’t think I had quite so much to give. Cum spills from her cunt, mine and Khesan’s both, as I finally come to a rest.
Fiona pants against me, her arms gone limp. They fall down to the bed and she moans when I move, so I halt.
“Not yet,” she whimpers, keeping me inside her with her heels around my waist. So I remain that way, pushing some of the hair away from her eyes.
That’s when I hear a sharp exhale, and look up to find Khesan staring at us. His hand is wrapped around his very erect cock, stroking up and down at a feverish pace.
That’s fascinating. Our coupling made him hunger for more, did it?
He groans as he spills down over his hand, his shaft pulsing. He falls onto the bed beside Fiona.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “That was amazing, guys.”
I did most of the hard work, but I will keep that to myself.
Finally, I have softened enough that I slide out of her on my own, and I drop to the bed on Fiona’s other side. She smiles, eyes closed, and takes my hand. I see she has done the same with Khesan.
“The pleasure was all mine,” Khesan says, stroking her belly.
I would retort something smart, but I don’t have the energy to argue with him. Instead, I will enjoy what I have and remember it forever.