Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Fiona
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I can barely breathe as both Shathar and Khesan slide out slightly, then glide back in unison. My entire body feels like it’s going to combust, and they’ve only just started.
I don’t know how it worked, but it worked. Now here I am, speared on my two alien husbands’ ribbed cocks, unsure how I’m going to survive the bursts of sensation spreading to every part of me as they both fuck me.
I might die, or burst into flames, or perhaps explode into a million pieces—or maybe all three at once. Who knows. Hard to say.
Shathar holds me closer to him as I shake like a leaf in a windstorm. I’m crying out with every thrust, those amazing ridges of theirs dragging along the inside of me as they move in tandem.
Without a doubt, I am the luckiest woman alive.
I grip Shathar’s biceps hard, my nails probably biting into his scales, but I can’t help it.
It’s like I’m no longer in control of my body.
No, now I’m a single exposed nerve, and I think I would have orgasmed already if I could, but it’s like a thousand orgasms at once are trying to burrow through a small channel.
If I orgasm now, the whole world will end.
It happens anyway. I scream, my muscles tightening, my holes all pulsing and throbbing at once, and both Shathar and Khesan moan. But they keep going, and I’m so full of pure stimulus that I wonder if my brain might crack open like an egg.
“Shh,” Shathar says, slowing the steady pumping of his hips. “Do you need us to slow down?”
I nod my head, unable to speak, and Khesan must get the message because he, too, comes to a stop. Both of them wait as the fog of my climax clears.
I’ve never felt anything like this… this fullness. My reality has been altered in a single night, and I’ll never be the same again.
Shathar smiles down at me, slicking some sweat away from my forehead. “How do you feel, little mate?”
I nod quickly. “Y-yes. I’m fine. We… we can start again.”
Khesan gets the message immediately. Now that I’ve come once, it’s easier to accept him as he picks up his pace, clearly eager and horny himself.
Shathar joins him, and strangely, where I expected this act to be somewhat awkward, my lovers move in perfect synchronicity—as if they are just as tuned in to each other’s movements as they are to mine.
It isn’t long before another, even bigger orgasm is creeping up on me, and now I’m certain I’m simply going to pass away from the onslaught.
What a way to go out.
I grab Shathar even tighter and my scream fills up the room as they fuck me, and now, Khesan is muttering and slamming into me faster, harder.
Shathar’s eyelids drop to half mast and his mouth falls open.
As I’m swept under and thrown against the rocks of my pleasure, I feel him swell, and then Khesan, too.
Yep. We all just came at once. How there’s room for that? I have no idea.
I gasp, collapsing to Shathar’s belly, and his chest is heaving. Khesan lets out a tortured noise as we shift, but he is gentle in withdrawing from my very sensitive behind.
“Holy shit,” I mutter as, at last, I feel empty again. That is a bizarre sensation.
Khesan tumbles to the bed beside us, then turns onto his side facing Shathar and me. It is very intimate, but neither of them seems to notice.
“Vakha,” Khesan says, stroking my back so I can feel the tickle of his claws. “That was incredible, Fiona. I have never experienced a pleasure like that before.”
I giggle. “Me neither.”
Eventually, Shathar slips out of me, and I roll over to fall to the bed between them. That was so intense, I have residual shivers.
“Thanks, you guys,” I tell them, taking Shathar’s and Khesan’s hands in mine. “For doing that with me.”
“I would do anything with my mate,” says Shathar, kissing my temple.
Khesan squeezes my fingers. “It was the opposite of a chore.”
I grin at both of them, melting with joy that we can all be together like this. That I can have everything I want, all in one place.
I wish it could stay like this forever. But Marguerite was right—Earth law says I can only keep one. How am I supposed to decide when I’m falling in love with both of them?
As Shathar and Khesan both drift into sleep, I lay awake, trying to push this thought into the back of my mind where it belongs. That decision isn’t today. If I go down that path, I’ll never get to enjoy what I have with them now, and now is what matters.
We’ll cross the next bridge when we come to it, right?
Unfortunately, I ache quite a bit the next day. Wow, I didn’t know you could hurt there. I guess I’m not surprised, but I tell them I’m going to need a bit of time to recover.
“We will resume taking turns, then,” pronounces Khesan.
I like that approach, too.
It’s New Year’s Eve, which means Rex-A-Tron. I can’t wait. We get out of bed late, then drag our feet cooking and eating and doing the other chores like shoveling the driveway. It snowed last night, and Khesan and Shathar are still amazed by the powdery white stuff.
“I enjoyed that quite a lot,” Khesan says when he’s done clearing off the front walk. “Fascinating, so much water that it must be shoveled. Can you imagine having so much water on Arshur, Shathar?”
Shathar shakes his head in wonder.
Finally, it’s time to get ready. We all hustle to our separate rooms to put on our new outfits for the show tonight, and then filter down to the living room as we finish. Khesan is, unsurprisingly, the last to arrive. His pink belt and collar look stellar, and his crop top exposes his midriff.
“Hot.” I creep over to him and then wrap my arms around his neck. “I like you like this. Kind of… effeminate, maybe?”
Khesan cocks his head. “Well, there is no gendered dress on Arshur,” he says. “I can change if you like.”
“No!” I stop him with a firm hand on his arm. “Absolutely not. I love it. He looks good, right, Shathar?”
Shathar blinks. “Oh. Um, yes. He does.”
It surprises me. I thought for sure he would deflect or perhaps try to put down Khesan. Instead, his cheeks turn a bluish-purple, and then he quickly says, “Shall we go?”
“Sure thing.” I wink at Shathar as I call up a car and we all head to the door.
“Aliens!” says the driver when he arrives. “Sweet. Never seen an alien before. One of you green guys want to sit up front?”
Shathar sighs. “I will sit in front.”
“It’s all right,” says Khesan. “I am better with questions than you are.”
Shathar doesn’t disagree, so we all take our places in the car. Sure enough, the driver is chock-full of curiosity.
“You have tails,” he says, awed. “What brought you to Earth?”
Khesan nods at me in the back seat. “The Galactic Matching Program. We are both married to her.”
Shathar nods in agreement.
“Wait, so both of you are her husbands?” the driver asks, mystified.
“Indeed. For now.” Khesan’s neck bends as he says it. “There is a thirty-day trial period.”
“Whoa. Like a reality show. What happens at the end? Are y’all going to stay married?”
“That is the hope,” Khesan says. His eyes go to mine in the rearview mirror. “That we will be together forever.”
My heart skips in my chest.
The driver asks even more questions, which Khesan happily answers, and his honesty is a little too much. Rex-A-Tron is pumping music when the car drops us off out front and the driver eagerly speeds off. On the curb, I pull out my phone and dial Amara’s number.
“Almost there,” she says when she picks up. “Marguerite said she just arrived. Oh, and my friend Kendall’s coming.”
Right. Amara’s work buddy. I know what she looks like, but I don’t have her number, so I text Marguerite with our location and then wait. She finds us moments later, even though the place is already filling up fast inside and out.
“Margie!” I throw myself at her, wrapping her up in a hug.
She pats me as we break apart. “We should get inside while we can.” Then she notices what Khesan and Shathar are wearing, and her stern mask falls for a moment. “Wow, you guys look great.”
Both of them preen, their fans expanding, and I laugh. “They do look perfect for tonight, don’t they?”
“You’re a lucky woman, Fi.”
We get in line to head inside, and we’re not even to the ID check area when Amara texts that she and Roth’kar have arrived.
The place is stuffed to the gills with people, but at least I know Rex-A-Tron is huge inside.
There will be two shows going on at once—loud, upbeat music in one hall, and slower, lo-fi music in the other.
There’s also a calm room, where only soft music plays, and people go to relax and take a breather.
It’s full of pillows and my favorite place to chill out between sets to recalibrate.
At last, we’re let in. The doors open and the music washes over us, and both Shathar and Khesan grab one of my hands at the same time.
“Don’t worry!” I call out to them over the music, then fish around in my favorite fanny pack for earplugs. I pull out a pair for each of them, then demonstrate putting some in my ears. Khesan and Shathar mimic me, and then Shathar’s face visibly relaxes.
“It is very loud!” he calls over the music, and I laugh.
“Yep! That’s the idea.”
We head to the bar to wait for the others to arrive, and that’s where Marguerite brings out the goods: a little pillbox that opens to reveal a few brown crumbs of zik. It tastes like ass, but it works, so I won’t complain.
She hands me a small bit, and then passes one to Shathar and Khesan, too.
“You guys don’t have to take it,” I tell them as I eat mine. “Totally up to you. I think you’ll have a good time no matter what.”
“If you are doing it, then so am I,” says Khesan. He tosses back the zik, then makes a disgusted face. I pass him a cup of water while Shathar looks down at the crumb in his fingers.
“What does it do?” he asks.
“Makes you feel happy. Carefree. But also…” I lean in toward his ear. “It makes you want to touch. And fuck.”
Shathar’s eyes widen, and then a big grin comes over his face before he pops the crumb in his mouth.
I think we’re going to have a good time tonight.
After obtaining our cups of water, which cost a few dollars each, Amara, Roth’kar, and Kendall appear. Roth’kar takes a bit of zik, too, and makes the same grossed-out face.
“Worth it,” says Amara as we wade into the crowd.
Now, at last, my husbands can see what I meant about wearing lots of white and bright colors as the blacklight hits us.
People all around are wearing fun outfits and showing lots of skin.
The pounding music fills up my bones, and I can’t help it as I start dancing.
I grab Khesan and Shathar’s hands to bring them in, and they, too, start to move.
“But please don’t do the weird dance!” I call out to them over the frantic beat.
“Weird dance?” Shathar’s brow creases. “The mating dance?”
“That one!” I laugh. “I’m sorry, but you can do it for me in private, okay?”
Khesan smirks. “I think she is embarrassed of us,” he says to Shathar, elbowing him. Shathar snorts in return.
“I think you’re right.”
As if just to rub it in, they both start doing the dance, and I want to die on the spot. Luckily, everyone around us is too busy dancing wildly, too, and so they don’t notice my alien husbands holding the world’s most bizarre performance of Footloose.
It isn’t long before the zik sets in. I sense when the lights become brighter and more colorful, and all my skin feels perfectly warm.
My mood lifts even more, and I feel like I could fly with Shathar and Khesan on either side of me, our hands linked together.
Amara and Roth’kar are grinding nearby, gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly, and I think they’re feeling it, too.
Marguerite, though, has been quiet. She typically keeps to herself and doesn’t often dance with strangers, but tonight, there’s something off. I slip away from my husbands to put an arm around her shoulder.
“How are you?” I ask.
Marguerite jumps at first, then sighs and leans into me. “I’m fine.”
“Really?”
Her shoulders slump. “I don’t know. It used to be, you know… You and me and Amara. But now she has Roth’kar. And you have those jokers.” She turns her head away, and I know it’s the zik working that she’s even telling me this at all. “Heh. Maybe I should apply for an alien husband, too.”
I shrug. “Why not? You might get lucky.”
She scoffs. “And be forced to choose, like you? No thanks.”
It hits me in the gut. I have been diligent about not thinking too hard about what comes at the end.
Marguerite sees the look on my face, and her expression softens. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re right.” I swallow hard, trying not to head down a bad road while on drugs at a rave. “I will have to choose.”
“But not tonight, right?” She pats me on the shoulder apologetically. “Go have fun. Enjoy your time with them. Make it count.”
I nod and force a smile. But she’s right.
This will all come to an end, probably sooner than I think.