Unlike drowning at the bottom of a Valurian sea, this would be a great way to go.
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Trax
She loved it.I could see it in the way she writhed on Surnen’s cock, felt it through the collars. Not all mates liked ass play and only took a cock there as part of the ritual claiming. Mikki would not be one of those females.
Mikki was as wild as the oceans she loved. She would want to take both of us together. Often. That worked for me.
Perhaps it was the near-death experience, or the fact that we’d revealed such dark, deep parts of ourselves so quickly after meeting each other, but I wanted to be with her, in her. With Surnen. I wanted her to know that we were with her. Inside her. Part of her.
I never, ever wanted her to doubt, to feel alone.
I had. I’d doubted myself for so long, didn’t think I was worthy as more than just somebody’s second. I was a second to Surnen, but Mikki had proven I wasn’t the extra mate to her. She was the only one whose opinion mattered. No one else.
She wasn’t repulsed by my integrations. She didn’t care that I’d rarely touched a planet’s surface. That I had no idea how to swim, to surf, to be like her.
Mikki wanted me. Me!
I felt it. Knew it couldn’t be a lie because of the collars. Her desire for me was truth. Her need for me, as Trax, not a second Prillon warrior, was truth.
That and that alone had saved me. I might have died in a stupid ocean, but I’d been saved emotionally. Then she went right on saving me.
If Mikki wanted us to fuck her together, I wasn’t denying any of us that pleasure.
While Surnen kissed her, cupped her ass and lifted and lowered her on his cock, the plug did its job. Lubricating her well so she could take my cock easily, opening her up so it wouldn’t hurt when I did so and arousing her to the point of mindlessness. Until the pleasure was so great that she came.
Her scream of pleasure was probably heard as far away as the transport room, but I didn’t care. I was proud to know we were good mates to her, ensuring she was well satisfied. And I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.
While she was still coming down from her orgasm, I carefully removed the plug from her, tossed it aside.
Her head was on Surnen’s chest, her eyes closed. Sweat dampened her skin. Her hair clung to her cheeks. I looked to Surnen, and he nodded, spread his knees wider, which gave me room to move closer.
I couldn’t miss the way her pussy opened around the base of Surnen’s cock, the way her back entrance was relaxed and slick, ready for me. Leaning forward, I kissed her shoulder. Gripping the base of my cock, I lined up with her virgin hole, pressed in.
Her eyes opened, and while she didn’t move, she watched me. I kept my gaze fixed on hers as I pushed deep. Slowly, carefully. Stilled and waited.
All at once, the ring of muscle gave way and the head of my cock popped into her.
She groaned and clung to Surnen. He spoke to her, whispered words of praise as I inched slowly into her. She was hot and so fucking tight, my balls ached. The plug had done its job, making her unbearably slick inside. Still I was cautious, entering her slowly to give her time to adjust to being filled with two cocks. Two big, Prillon cocks.
When I was finally in all the way, when she was pretty much sitting on both our laps, we began to move. Surnen cupped her breasts. I slid my hands up and down her back, then gripped her hips, watched as my cock moved in and out of her stretched hole.
The collars told me everything I needed to know. She loved it. Was aroused by it. In fact, she was close to coming again. That need, swirled with Surnen’s own pleasure and mine, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. More powerful than any orgasm we’d had the night before.
“It’s so good,” she moaned. “Oh God.”
Her eyes were closed, and she gripped and held, shook and arched her back, unsure of what to do. Between us, there wasn’t much she could do but feel. Surrender. Submit.
And she did. From one breath to the next, she came.
“Fuck,” Surnen growled.
Holy shit. I couldn’t hold back, not with the way her pussy and ass were clenching down. I came hard, spurt after spurt of cum filling her. Surnen came as well. No way could he have held off.
I was blinded by pleasure. The air was filled with our breathy groans and cries of satisfaction, the scent of fucking. Our ragged breaths.
“Perfect, mate,” I said finally. “Beautiful, perfect Mikki.”