Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fiona
What is even happening?
Khesan sits in front of me while Shathar is inside me, and the former’s gaze is intent on mine as he helps Shathar fuck me.
Lift, drop, lift, drop—they both have their hands on me, guiding me up and down until I’m little more than a shivering mess.
Shathar’s amazing ribbing glides along inside me with every stroke, and I’m almost delirious with it.
Khesan thumbs my chin, his lips turning up in a smirk. “She is close,” he reports to Shathar.
“I can feel her getting tighter,” Shathar responds from behind me.
A wicked look comes over Khesan’s face. He licks his finger, then lowers it down to my clit, which he rubs while Shathar moves inside me.
My head falls back to Shathar’s shoulder as they both work me together, his amazing dick shuttling in and out while Khesan’s finger tantalizes and teases, flicking every which way as he winds me up tighter until I’m a toy at the end of a string about to launch.
“Yes,” growls Shathar, his hips lifting off the chair to drive into me. “Burst for me, Fiona. Shower me, my mate. Unleash everything.”
All my muscles tighten as my orgasm creeps closer, but Shathar maintains his steady pace, while Khesan goes wild on my clit. It’s exactly what I need to fall over the edge.
“Ah!” I grip Khesan’s shoulders as it slams into me, bowling me over.
Shathar groans behind me as I squeeze down around him, and now he’s fucking me faster, roaring through my climax, lifting me up easily and then driving himself in deeper.
I’m so overstimulated that I almost can’t take anymore when he growls low in my ear.
“Take all of me, little mate,” Shathar says, and then his cock, somehow, gets even bigger. He thrusts into me one last time, curling his arms around my waist as he moans. Khesan slows his assault and sits back in his chair with a self-satisfied look.
“She didn’t quite scream,” Khesan remarks. “But I can fix that.”
Oh, right, it’s his turn next. But I need a little breather, so I slump forward into Khesan’s arms, and Shathar gently slips out of me, spilling a surprising amount of cum onto the chair and the floor.
Oops. We just cleaned that.
Khesan chuckles as he catches me, then hauls me onto his lap. There, I settle, though his rather hard dick is pressing eagerly at my butt.
“Was that good?” he asks, licking his fangs. I’m still surprised he touched me while Shathar was inside me. That was a new level of intimacy between them I didn’t expect.
“Very good,” I say, though the words are a bit slurred. I’m drunk on sex. “Wonderful.”
Shathar barks a laugh as he gets up to retrieve a paper towel and clean the floor.
Wow. I’ve never, ever had sex like this before. It’s always hard for me to get there, and a lot of times, people I sleep with give up after a while. But not with these two. It’s like my body is primed for them, ready for them, and they know just what I need.
After cleaning up, Shathar comes over to fluff my hair and kiss me on the forehead. When I’ve had a few minutes to rest, Khesan picks me up in my entirety.
I forgot just how big and tall he is—and apparently, strong.
“Couch,” he says by way of explanation, and carries me out of the kitchen and into the living room.
There, he gently sets me down on my back and stands to survey his handiwork. His cock is jutting straight out from his slit, and he strokes it as he gazes down at me. His tail winds upward, around my thigh, the tip teasing at my used pussy.
Shathar comes up behind him, patting his shoulder. “You will hold out better this time. Practice, right?”
Khesan nods eagerly. I spread my legs as far as I can, and he perches between them, his fans rising on his head in anticipation.
Then I sense the head of his cock nudge at my entrance, which I can tell is soaking wet with Shathar’s cum.
Khesan groans at just this contact, and he smears it around me, grinding the soft head against my clit before sliding back down again.
In one smooth motion, he thrusts in. I moan at how good he feels in this position, how those ridges on his cock travel against the roof of my channel, giving me everything I could want and more. Khesan buries himself deep, an animalistic grunt escaping his lips as he finds his seat inside me.
“Ah, yes,” he mutters. “Right where I’m meant to be.”
I think the same thing as he lifts my thigh over his arm and goes to town.
It’s not fast, just purposeful, his incredible body flexing with every controlled buck of his hips.
Khesan grits his teeth as he stares into my eyes, and it’s so intense, so exacting on my soul, that I almost want to look away.
Is this what it’s like? Is this what they’ve been talking about all along, being fated mates? Because it feels incredible, like Khesan was constructed just for me. He fills me up to the brim each time he pushes in, then those wonderful bumps stimulate everything on their way out.
I can’t believe I’m about to come again. And I’m going to come hard.
My nails bite into Khesan’s arm as my body trembles and shivers. I cry out loudly as he changes his angle, and he arches a brow.
“Is that it?” he asks, doing it again, then again.
All I can do is nod because the only thing coming out of me is moans.
Khesan grins with mischief as he pumps faster, gripping my thighs to keep them spread out in front of him.
Now my cries are escalating and I’m a spinning top, unable to stop, and my alien is the only thing keeping me down to earth.
I’m shivering all over, the need to release ballooning inside me.
Khesan must feel it because a smirk reveals his fangs.
Instead of going faster, he strokes deeper, more fully, and stars burst across my vision.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant as my voice rises in volume.
I let out a scream as the landslide hits me, and I’m floating in bliss spreading across my entire body.
Khesan groans but maintains his powerful, steady thrusting, carrying me higher and higher until I’m screaming even louder.
I sense it when I squirt, which never happens unless I’m using a vibrator, and Khesan lets out a strangled moan.
“Going to fill you up,” he growls as he finally picks up his speed.
Every one of my nerves feels like a live wire as he sinks in deep, and I’m so sensitive that I can feel him gush inside me.
Khesan crumbles, collapsing on top of me as he gasps for air.
When his eyes find mine, my blood courses with happy chemicals, so I hug him close against me. He chuckles as he nuzzles my head.
I hear a snap, snap and look up to see Shathar standing over us, snapping his claws together.
“Good work,” he says to Khesan. But all Khesan can do is grunt.
We lie like that for some time, until at last, Khesan withdraws and sits up on the couch. He puffs out his chest.
“I hope I pleased you.”
“Immensely.” I smooth a hand down his muscular abdomen, marveling at the shape of him. “Thank you.”
Before either of us can stand, Shathar appears, offering a towel. Khesan takes it and mops up both of us, then kisses my knee before getting to his feet. He heads into the kitchen while I lie boneless on the couch, then returns with a tall glass of water.
“Drink,” he insists, so I do. Then I have to run and pee, which is probably a good thing after getting my pussy absolutely pummeled by two aliens in a row.
After that, we all curl up on the couch together and put on a mindless show. Before long, I’m asleep on Shathar’s shoulder, and the only thing I remember is a floating sensation as one of my mates carries me up to bed.
The next morning is similar to the previous one, the three of us waking up in my bed together. Now that the sex dam has opened, it all comes rushing out in a flood.
Again, Khesan and Shathar take turns with me, and I’ve never orgasmed so much in my life. I’m not even sure I have any orgasms left once they’re done and our stomachs start grumbling for breakfast.
“We’d better make a plan,” I say while cooking the French toast.
“A plan for what?” asks Shathar.
“Well, I’m home for almost a week before work starts up again. We can’t just hang out at the house having sex twenty-four-seven.”
Shathar and Khesan exchange a perplexed look, as if that’s exactly what they had in mind.
“Then there’s the New Year’s show. We should go shopping for that.”
“What is this ‘show’?” asks Khesan.
“Like, a musical show. It’s at a special club. There are a few different bands playing, and it’ll go real late.”
I get excited just thinking about it. This is my favorite annual event.
All of us girls head to the Rex-A-Tron, a big warehouse venue under the overpass, and party until two in the morning.
I’m even more thrilled to be doing it with Shathar and Khesan this year.
I’ve always just found whatever hookup I can, but now I don’t have to go shopping.
Because I’m married. To two aliens. Who both want to rail me until I’m part of the mattress, and I couldn’t be happier.
“I’m excited to go wherever you want to go,” says Shathar, brushing a hand over my hip as he passes me in the kitchen. “Your friends are very entertaining.”
I have to agree.
That afternoon, we decide to get out of the house and pick out fun outfits for the New Years’ show. I explain that it’s not just any concert. People dress up in outlandish, colorful clothes that look fun under the blacklights and wear lots of soft fuzzy things.
“Because of the drugs,” I whisper to them as we browse the mall. “It makes you want to touch stuff. Soft stuff is the best.”
“What ‘drugs’ do you refer to?” asks Shathar as we reach my favorite store, which sells lots of rave gear.
“It’s called zik. The Frahma brought it with them when they came to Earth and started selling it recently.
Recently enough that the government hasn’t had a chance to ban it.
” I giggle. “Totally legal, and man, it just… makes you happy. Happy and free. And also snuggly. Lots of cuddling will be involved.”
I sigh dreamily as we browse for fun accessories. I end up with a fuzzy hat that has floppy dog ears, and Shathar secures a pair of neon green chaps. Khesan decides on a set of matching pink belt and pink collar. He puts on the collar right away.
“Like this Earth dog that Roth’kar hates, no?” he says, gesturing at my hat with a picture of a dog on the tag. “Now you can lead me around with you, Fiona. Wherever you go, I go too.”
I love him, Your Honor.
With a snort, I pull Khesan along by his collar to the checkout counter, and then we’re off.
It’s so much more fun spending time with my husbands when they get along. Not once has one of them tried to snap off the other’s head, and sometimes they even make conversation without me as they browse for what other fun things we could wear to the party.
“Don’t buy that,” I hear Khesan say to Shathar as he lifts a leather vest with spangles. “It is, what’s the word? Tacky.”
Shathar frowns down at it. “You think so?”
“This would look better.” Khesan grabs a different jacket, this time with a fluffy white collar.
I don’t interrupt as they compare the two items, smiling to myself. Maybe with time, they could even be friends.
When we’re all done and my alien husbands have been gawked at by enough store clerks, we’re off.
We stop by the grocery store, and they already know where to go and what to get.
Shathar, to my surprise, has brought along his cookbook, and picks out items from recipes he’s already marked with sticky notes.
I could get used to this kind of life. But then I remember: it’s not going to last forever. We only have a few weeks left.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I shake my head to try to banish that thought. I can’t go down that path. No, I’m going to enjoy what I have for now and make the most of it.