Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Fiona
I awaken to the sound of a harsh groan. Rolling over, I open my eyes to discover Shathar sitting back against the pillows, Khesan on his knees between Shathar’s legs. He has Shathar’s cock deep in his throat, and Shathar is gripping Khesan’s hair.
“Khe-Khesan,” Shathar grunts, his hips shunting up into Khesan’s mouth. I grin as I watch them, amused by this new turn things have taken.
They certainly don’t want to tear each other’s heads off now.
Neither of them notice me observing with fascination, too lost in their own pleasure. Khesan grunts as he swallows Shathar even deeper, and I’m honestly impressed with his skill. Even I can’t take that much dick.
“Khesan,” Shathar mutters, his eyes closed, his head falling back. “That’s… vakha, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Khesan pulls his lips off long enough to say, “Then come in my mouth.”
I’m getting quite warm between the legs, so I reach down into my underwear to touch myself. Shathar must finally notice my movement, because his eyes open and dart over to me. His brows rise in surprise, but then he bites back a moan, and his lids fall to half-mast again.
I know that face. His hips jerk, and he shoves Khesan even farther down on his cock as he orgasms. Shathar’s whole body tightens, and Khesan grunts as cum spills from his lips. I see his throat work as he swallows, and now I’m really, really fucking turned on.
Khesan makes a slurping noise as he pulls his mouth off Shathar’s cock. That’s when he notices me, too, and he abruptly sits up, his cheeks turning dark blue.
“Sorry,” he says to me, wiping his lips. “We didn’t mean to wake you up.”
I shake my head and scooch closer to them in the bed. “A great way to wake up,” I assure him, stroking his back.
Shathar extends an arm to me, so I cuddle up against his side, simply happy that they’ve connected. It’s not what I expected to happen, but now I see a path forward for us where we can all have what we want.
For now, at least.
Khesan licks his lips as he observes us. There’s a mischievous look in his eye. “Fiona,” he says in a seductive voice, plucking the hem of my underwear, “will you take these off?”
I grin in response and do as I’m told, peeling them off and tossing them to the side. Khesan spreads my legs, then drops to his elbows and buries his face in my pussy.
Shathar snorts in amusement as Khesan goes to town, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue inside me. Soon, I’m writhing under him, gripping his hair in my hands as I try to stay on the bed. But it’s not enough. I want more than just his tongue on me. I need to be filled.
“Khesan,” I say, tugging on his hair. “Please, fuck me.”
He lifts his head, his mouth wet, and grins a huge grin.
Without needing to be told twice, he climbs up onto his knees and wraps his clawed hand around his cock, squeezing hard.
A droplet of pre-cum dribbles from the tip, and his fans rise in anticipation as he positions himself.
Shathar, meanwhile, lies down beside me so he can palm my breast. While he pinches my nipple, Khesan lifts my hips and glides inside me.
I’m so wet and horny that he pushes in most of the way on his first thrust and lets out an animalistic grunt. He bites his lip as his hips jerk back, then he repeats the motion, going even deeper. Those ridges feel incredible—exactly what I needed.
Unexpectedly, Shathar shifts position so his face is right above where Khesan and I connect. Then he leans down and brushes his tongue over my clit, all while Khesan pumps in and out of me.
“Oh, god,” I moan as electricity shoots across my body. It won’t take much for me to climax like this.
Shathar licks even more feverishly as Khesan picks up his pace, fucking me harder and faster. I’m shaking all over, unable to hold in my cries as they work me in tandem.
“You’re so tight,” groans Khesan. “I’m going to fill you up, Fiona. Going to mark you all over with my smell. My mate. Song of my heart.”
Then, like a magic trick, we both come at the same time—and I know I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
It’s unfortunate I can’t sleep in late after our midnight adventure, but I have to get back to work. At least it’s only one more day before the weekend, when I can spend more time with Khesan and Shathar.
In the meantime, though, they can keep each other company. Now I don’t have to worry about them ripping each other to pieces while I’m not around. My bubble of happiness sticks with me throughout the day as I labor at my desk, and I’m excited for what tonight will bring.
At dinner, Khesan loudly clears his throat. Both Shathar and I stop what we’re doing to look at him.
“I think,” he begins, his tone uncertain, “I would like to try it. The anal.”
He just comes right out and says it so plainly that I have to laugh. Khesan’s fans press flat to his head like I’ve offended him, so I pat him on the shoulder.
“I’m sorry. Humans are just more touchy about butt stuff, I guess.” Which makes me giggle more. “So, explain. How would you like to do it? Would you like me to use my vibrator on you?”
Khesan’s eyes grow huge. “What is this vibrator?”
I tap my chin. “It’s a fake dick that vibrates. Feels pretty good.”
Both Shathar’s and Khesan’s mouths fall open.
“It vibrates?” Shathar’s fans rise, and I can’t tell what emotion he’s feeling. “Inside you?”
I snort. “Do you want to try it, Khesan?”
Khesan’s jaw works, but after a few moments of consideration, he nods.
“I would. Very much.”
I see a wicked glint in Shathar’s eye, and I try very hard not to laugh again because I know exactly where this is headed.
I give Khesan what advice I can about what to eat and how to clean up beforehand. He understands, and then we all tidy the kitchen before heading to the stairs.
Once inside the bedroom, both my husbands strip faster than I can take off my shirt. They’ve always been horny, but this last door opening among us has unleashed something else, something even more primal.
Khesan is quick to get on his hands and knees, his ass in the air. I adore how eager he is to try something new, excited about what pleasures it might bring. Not to mention I’m already fantasizing about watching the two of them together, which seems inevitable.
Shathar assists me, holding Khesan’s tail out of the way as I reach for the bedside table.
“We should start with the plugs first,” I tell Khesan. “Get you going on something small, then work our way up, like you did with me.”
He nods in understanding as I bring out the three plugs and set them on the bedside table. I pick up the smallest one and coat it in lube, then do the same to my fingers. I smear them over his ass, which is just like a human one. Then, experimentally, I push one finger inside him.
“Oh!” Khesan jolts. “That is… interesting.”
“Isn’t it? It will be weird at first, but then it becomes good. I can’t explain it.”
Shathar watches with interest as I bring up the first plug to Khesan’s puckered hole and push it in with care. Again, Khesan jerks in response, so I withdraw it and then try again. He opens more, and I’m pleased.
“Feel good yet?” I ask.
“Still strange.”
Hmm. I wonder if aliens have a prostate, too? Then he’ll really be in for a surprise.
We work the plug into Khesan a bit at a time, Shathar watching in fascination as I finally sink it all the way in, the base preventing it from going any farther. Khesan moans, the muscles of his ass flexing.
“Let’s wait a while to let him adjust,” I say, and Shathar lowers Khesan’s tail once again.
But he isn’t done. He reaches under Khesan’s hips and wraps one clawed hand around his cock, squeezing it roughly.
Khesan moans and his hips buck as my other husband ruthlessly strokes him, and there’s nothing I love more than watching them please each other.
When Khesan is close to his finish, he turns to me with a pleading expression.
“The bigger one,” he begs. “Put the bigger one inside me.”
Without being asked, Shathar grabs the next plug and covers it in lubricant. When I withdraw the smaller plug, Shathar rubs Khesan’s bare ass.
“May I do it this time?” Shathar asks. Khesan glances over his shoulder, and his lips peel back in a smile.
“Please.”
Shathar and I switch places as I hold Khesan’s tail out of the way, and Shathar takes over with the plug. He is just as gentle as I was, easing it in slowly until it’s all the way inside.
“Ah, vakha!” Khesan grunts. “That is good. I understand now. Strange, but good.”
Shathar resumes giving Khesan a hand job, and soon Khesan is shaking all over, his impressive muscles tightening with every one of Shathar’s strokes. He’s close, I can tell, so I gesture for Shathar to pause.
“Khesan, do you want the next plug, or are you done for tonight?” I ask.
He gulps in response. “More.”
I give Shathar the final plug, which he once again lubes up before pushing it steadily into Khesan’s ass. He’s gotten a long way today, to my surprise, but this is when he reaches his limit.
“That’s all I can bear,” Khesan groans, collapsing to the bed. Carefully, Shathar withdraws the plug, and Khesan shudders all over. “But next time… I want the vibrator.”
We spend the rest of the evening in various states of cocks-in-holes, and I’m excited for what the rest of our trial marriage will bring.
Everything in our home has shifted, and I’m more than grateful.
There is a fresh lightness in the air, as if the last of the negative energy Shathar and Khesan brought with them has been dispelled.
It’s a good time to be a Gemini, too, what with two husbands and all.
I give each of them a piece of myself, and they give me some of their hearts in exchange.
I have fallen completely in love with them, I can admit that now.