Double her pleasure, p.16
Double Her Pleasure, page 16
He hissed hungrily in memory and a little secretive smile tipped Jill’s lips as she turned toward him, as if offering the banquet of her flesh to his raging desire. He licked his lips, his crest and aquila fluffing out with his eagerness. Her smile widened as she took him in and slowly, she turned to face him.
He shivered in reaction. He couldn’t help it. Desire crawled through him, searing him in its path as his cock thickened with his surge of lust. His lids lowering, his eyes tracked the beads of water sliding down her skin, memorizing every slick trail and quake of her skin that made the droplets tremble on their perch. They gave her a dewy appearance that made him want to lap his tongue along her skin and suck every bit of water off her like a male dying beneath the heat of a consuming sun. He was already suffering from that great thirst. He particularly wanted to tackle the drop beaded at the tip of her nipple.
Her nipples were exquisite. In the past, he had never spent much time admiring the shape of a breast or the way a nipple tipped it perfectly. To him, they rarely amounted to anything other than pleasant distractions. But with Jill, he not only wanted to admire them, but he wanted to worship them and every glorious inch of her. Her nipples were flushed and tightly furled due to the sudden chill from standing too quickly from the bath. That same chill made her thighs and belly quiver, though he could see through her brightening and deepening of her taliazon’s hues that the cool air was not the only reason for it. Still, it made for a visual feast, and it was only with considerable effort that he recalled that he held a cloth at the ready in his hands.
His wings trailed behind him, cutting through the water as he circled her and moved in close behind her. His breath stirred her hair, his cock brushing her lower back as he settled into position behind her. Rag in hand, he slid it slowly down the graceful arch of her back. That her shoulders were completely bare of any trace of feathers didn’t strike him as unusual or particularly exotic in its strangeness. All he saw was the perfect beauty of his mate; her taliazon appearing increasingly brighter with her pleasure overlaying the sheen of water clinging to her. From the corner of his eye, however, he did not miss that Brydis had moved around in front of her, his cloth thrown over one shoulder as he took the opportunity to palm her breasts, gently massaging them as he brushed his thumbs and fingers playfully over her nipples.
A whisper of pleasure was Jill’s response as her head fell back against Agor’s chest. Rumbling with approval, he trilled at her trust in him as his hands dropped slowly down her back in tiny circles. The water sloshing lightly around him from his small movements, Agor lathered more of the sudsy cleaner in the cloth and ran it over one hip and along her belly. Drawing it up toward her breast, the glide of the cloth pulled a sigh of pleasure from their mate as he teased the sensitive underside of her breast before dragging it low again to press between her rounded thighs. Brydis, in turn, slid his cloth along her breasts, arms and neck, dropping lower only when Agor’s cloth swept back to the delightful curve of her ass. They worked in tandem, keeping her pinned between them, writhing in place as she leaned into one touch and then the other, as if dancing rapturously between them with the pleasure that surrounded her.
Drawing up water, Brydis poured it over her, rinsing the suds of the cleaning solution completely free from her flushed skin. Agor watched and his cock twitched as Brydis immediately sank low, capturing a nipple in his mouth. He drew on it with a sharp tug as his right hand slipped down her belly and between her legs. Jill’s ass quivered and jerked against him, sliding against the swelling bulge of the ridges along the underside of his cock’s shaft, making him groan and pant out her name as he gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it firmly so that her neck was exposed to him. Leaning down, he ran his tongue along her pulse, enjoying the way it leapt in reaction and the musky sweetness of her flavor. All the while, he carefully kept his tail above water and resting it against the surrounding platform around the pool where it could not accidentally injure Jill in a careless moment of enthusiasm while bathing. Even laying as they were rather than suspended weightlessly in water, his feathers shook as they fanned out and snapped closed again aggressively like a male instinctively warning off all potential rivals in reaction to his exploration. His body hummed with the need to take control with the dance of the taliazon, reminding him why warriors tended to not join in on mating until the rookery keeper prepared her sufficiently for joining and his dominance.
He refused to give in to that basic instinct, craving every bit of desire and pleasure that he could wring out of her before penetrating her with his rut. Their taliazon hummed around them, pulling and surging with their mingled desire. The taliazon, though less demanding than it was in their initial mating, was like being strapped to an out-of-control vessel being hurtled through space. And yet there was no fear… just a craving for more. Needing more. As if sensing his strain, Brydis released her nipple with a pop and stood, his hands sliding over her and leaving her cunt as he watched Agor knowingly over her shoulder.
Agor grinned as he reached down and felt along her sex, its folds puffy with arousal. Although the water diluted her natural slick, he knew that if they were in their bed, she would be dripping with desire. She whined at his touch, her hips moving restlessly as if trying to provoke him into touching her where she most needed it. Retracting his claws, he obliged, pressing two fingers deep into the tight well of her feminine channel. Pumping his fingers in and out, he hissed as he felt her sex squeeze around his fingers, clinging to them as eagerly as he anticipated they would around his cock. When she shivered and her sex clenched harder, he pulled them free, ignoring her cry of frustration as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her essence from his index.
“Fuck,” Brydis rasped as he watched. Reaching between his thighs, he gave his golden cock a firm stroke and Agor grinned.
“Like what you see?” he purred.
“Don’t fucking tease.”
“Perhaps a taste then,” he murmured, offering his hand.
Jill craned her head up at that moment to watch, her eyes following their every movement. Brydis hesitated for only a moment, his eyes dropping to her for only a moment. When she didn’t object, he promptly leaned forward and took Agor’s middle finger into his mouth and sucked her taste from him, making all three of them groan at the sight of it.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Jill whispered and Agor silently agreed, keeping it to himself as a look of embarrassment briefly drifted across the other male’s face.
He got it. Before their talia came into their lives, they shared a bunker so that neither of them would be distressed over long periods of separation and they worked together as a pair, but they had never shared sexual or sensual experiences, keeping their sexual lives, such as it was, completely separate as was expected so that there would be no accidental avrhastal formed. They had crossed many personal boundaries in the very short time since then, but even with instinct driving them, there were still bound to be odd moments between them.
Well, he would be a poor twin if he did nothing about it. He wouldn’t have Brydis feeling awkward or embarrassed over a natural closeness in sharing their talia.
Agor flicked him with a wingtip, spraying a shower of water in Brydis’s direction. Jill gasped in surprise as a few drops rained down on her, but it was Brydis who fluffed out fully in shock as he was thoroughly doused.
“Agor, wha—?”
“Stop thinking so much. Everything we do in our avrhastal is natural and doesn’t need to be approved by anyone but us. If something gives you pleasure and gives us pleasure, then that is all that matters. Enjoy it. Don’t worry yourself about it.”
Brydis regarded him for a long moment, his expression closed. For a moment, Agor worried that he was about to pull away completely when suddenly he sighed and ruffled his wings as the tension drained out of him. A smile kicked up at the corner of his mouth and, at length, he shrugged his wings.
“You’re right. I got stuck in my own head for a moment.” He huffed in amusement. “I definitely never imagined having your finger in my mouth.”
“I had the underside of your shaft on my tongue yesterday and your cock in my hand,” Agor pointed out with a ruthless grin. “You didn’t complain then. But then you were a bit busy fucking our mate. Maybe you need to be similarly distracted.”
Brydis chuckled but suddenly wheezed as his eyes rolled up. It only took Agor half a second before he realized what was happening, and they both groaned as Jill’s hands slid down and closed around each of their cocks in a firm grip. She peered up at them one at the time, her nose wrinkled with a look of disbelief.
“As much as I approve of talking things out, we are getting a little off track here. Now we can either fuck or get out of the bath and dry off and move this conversation elsewhere.”
Agor dropped his head and flicked the hard tip of his tongue against her earlobe before drawing the flesh into his mouth. Sucking gently on it, he released her ear to nuzzle his nose against her pulse. He could feel the vibration of her throat as her breath stuttered in surprise and the way she dragged a deep breath in as her entire body quivered against him as their taliazon wavered and merged gloriously again. Slipping his hand between her legs, he teased the little bead of flesh he found and worked her sex with his fingers until she was squirming against his hand once more. When her hips arched against his hand, he removed it again, denying her release. Instead, he grabbed hold of the back of her thighs, taking her weight against his torso as he lifted her and spread her legs wide for his avrhast twin.
“She is ready for you. Now take her and prepare the way. Make her scream for us.”
Jill whimpered in reaction, but Brydis grinned and moved in close, lining the tip of his cock with her slit. Still keeping his nose pressed against her neck so to continue to breathe her sweetness in, Agor peered over her shoulder, watching the male’s cock slip into slowly bit by bit. Jill gasped at the invasion but that was expected. She would be quite snug around Brydis until he worked her a bit more. Only then would she be ready to take Agor as well. Allowing his hand to slide down over her belly, Agor reached between them and caught Jill’s clit between his claws, pinching it with just enough pressure that her hips jerked, and she cried out, her body accepting the cock slipping into her all at once.
Sinking deep into her cunt so quickly, Brydis cried out hoarsely as his tail whipped through the water. The fanned feathers caused a strong pulse of water as he growled with pleasure. Despite that, he was careful with his tail, never bringing it too close to accidentally lash their mate, showing far more control than Agor admittedly possessed as he pumped into their talia.
Agor watched, taking in the ecstasy on their faces. Jill’s head had fallen back against his chest again. Her cheeks were flushed as she panted, and her lips parted with soft cries as Brydis grunted and warbled over her. The mingling of their pleasure and desire caused the taliazon to pull at Agor harder, lashing at him erotically, teasing him into surrender, demanding that he breech her and seal them together. The water around him splashed and sprayed as his wings pumped wildly in his attempt to hold off just a little longer and give Brydis more time to prepare their mate’s body. His ridges were so swollen and tender that even the gentle current within the pool was spiking his arousal as it lapped against him, making his cock pulse and twitch, but he held out until he couldn’t possibly hold off a moment longer.
Adjusting her weight against him, he freed one hand and lined his cock up, pressing it against the shuttling underside of Brydis’s shaft. The male jerked to a stop with a grunt and trembled in place as he waited patiently for Agor to press in. And he did. With three firm thrusts that had his cock riding the ridged length of his avrhast twin’s so to wring moans out of all three of them, he was finally buried deep within their talia. The taliazon sparked with their mingled pleasure and began to churn in earnest, making him almost lightheaded with pleasure as it swam through him. A deep croon rumbled from him, Agor’s wings snapped closed around Brydis, caging the other male firmly in his grip.
Brydis’s eyes glinted in reaction even as he was held immobile with barely enough room to do more than move his hips fractionally. His throat vibrating with his mating croon, Agor thrust again and again, lost in the tight pulse of Jill’s cunt gripping them, drawing them deeper and the press of Brydis’s smaller ridges against his larger one, causing a pleasurable friction that only heightened as the curved tips of their cocks began to hook together. Agor snapped his hips hard and faster, riding his rut as the vortex of the taliazon pulsed and pulled harder, dragging through them, spiking their arousal and driving their frenzy higher. Jill’s weak human claws dug into his arms, and he relished their bite even as he eagerly awaited her every sobbing cry as release upon release hit her, flooding her cunt so that it dripped down their lengths, bathing their cocks in her essence. It was all exquisite.
Jill suddenly turned her head into his neck and her teeth found purchase, biting down hard as her entire body stiffened with the intensity of the orgasm tearing through her on her muffled scream. The combined sensation of her cunt squeezing them, and the feel of her teeth pressed into him made his cock leap inside of her and promptly hook with Brydis’s sex, propelling their joined cock deep toward the mouth of her womb and his release boiled through him. His cock jerked hard repeatedly as he came, each tug feeling as if it was being pulled from his soul. He bellowed in ecstasy as he came and came. There seemed to be no limit to his seed, surrounded as he was by the clenching, pulsing grip of Jill’s sex and the spasms of Brydis’s cock rubbing so intimately against his own.
By the time they released, Agor felt half dead as he assisted Brydis in helping their talia from the bathing pool. The water was cooling unpleasantly, but they left it as it was as they dried off with the large fiber sheets waiting for them and stumbled back into their bedroom, their wings flapping wildly to keep them balanced as they made their way over to the bed with their mate safely positioned between them.
“Just a little nap,” Jill sighed as she dropped into the bed. “I’ll be okay if I can just close my eyes for an hour or two.”
“Yes, a short rest,” Brydis agreed sleepily as he snuggled in on the right side of her, his red wing curling tightly around her, bringing a smile to her sweet face.
As tired as he was, Agor stared down at the pair, his heart suddenly very full as the enormity of this truly set in. This was his family. He loved them and, though Brydis would chafe a little as his dominance, would do anything in his power to protect them. They were his. Gods help anyone, Geminidae or human, who attempted to come between them.
Chapter 25
Jill sat at the table watching her new mates argue playfully among themselves as they prepared dinner. After running an allergen test in the home-medic room of the rookery and comming both Diane and her family to assure them that she was well, dinner seemed to be fully underway as the males moved with easy familiarity through the kitchen as they cooperatively prepared the evening meal. As much as she would love to cook for them, even she realized that she would have to become at least somewhat familiar with the food they had on hand first or trade for supplies she was familiar with before she undertook any such endeavor. So, instead, she allowed them to pamper her as they liked, which apparently meant taking care of her every need.
Diane would just love this. Although her parents had been both surprised and more than a little uncertain of her current situation since the Geminidae were still mostly a complete unknown to humanity, Diane had been happy for her and had possessed her own breathless account regarding the pair of Geminidae that had begun courting her.
Courting. That had been surprising to her since her males had been quick to carry her off to the rookery, but Jill supposed that made sense given the way they danced around each other for days aboard the starship. It hadn’t been anything formal, but it had been very sweet as she got to know them. She could see why Diane was enjoying it despite her friend being a big supporter of just embracing the unreliable whims of the heart… as if that ever guaranteed anything, especially without something more supporting it. The taliazon was at least something tangible and reliable. She hoped that her friend would get the opportunity to see how life changing it was.
Uncertain what to do with herself, Jill’s gaze roamed through the kitchen and settled on the grifalc prowling into the kitchen. He was much larger up close than he had been on the ledge at a safe distance, which made her a bit nervous. The only thing that kept her from truly feeling afraid of him was the fact that he, more or less, ignored her presence as he stalked past her to the large stove at the other end of the kitchen area. It wasn’t until his flank pressed against her like a giant housecat that she relaxed completely and grinned. Taking a gamble, she stroked her hand along the thick plumage of feathers running down his back and along much of his sides. Where he wasn’t feathered, he had thick bristle-like hair that, on close inspection when a tuft brushed off in her hand, were very narrow thin feathers that gave the illusion of fur.
“Crazy,” she murmured to herself before brushing them from her hands as she watched the grifalc sink in front of the large stove with a content purr that just reinforced the cat association enough to put her completely at ease. “Big ol’ house cat,” she observed quietly to herself before turning her attention back to the males working busily over the long, narrow stove designated for cooking.
“So, tell me, if the males run the house, tending livestock and farms, protection and so on… what exactly do your females do? I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, but I’m kind of accustomed to doing something to pull my own weight,” she pointed out.
