Page 35 of The Arabis Triad

She nodded, her breath coming in short pants. Coltan’s fingers slid between her buttock cheeks, a fingertip slowly ringing her rosebud. She’d never done that before. Never been interested, but now… now it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like the very thing she needed to do.

Ashir’s palm slid between their bodies, cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple, just enough that it stung slightly.

She hissed, arching her back into his touch. “Need you. Please.”

“Yield, mate. Say the word, and we will take care of you.” Paxt’s mouth touched hers, teasing.

She chased his lips and he pulled back, chuckling when she growled. She wanted his mouth. Ashir’s hands. Coltan’s fingers. Paxt’s cock. She couldn’t think of anything else. This need was all consuming. Insatiable.

She tried to move her hips to alleviate some tension, but Paxt held her tight. His cock throbbed between them in time with his pounding heartbeat, the thick base pressing right against her clit. She ground herself against him, but the peak remained elusive. She couldn’t take any more.

She bared her teeth, snarling her words, “Yes. Damnit. I yield. Now give me your cock. All of you. I want all of your cocks.”

The answering growl that came from Paxt was made from pure, male satisfaction. He tilted his hips. The tip of his cock found her entrance and he eased inside.

“Yes…” She fell backwards against Coltan’s chest.

Paxt’s fingertips dug into the soft skin at her thighs as he slid inside, easing into her until his groin met hers.

“You are beautiful, mate,” he said.

Coltan’s finger pressed at her back entrance. The tip of his finger entered, inching out and sliding back in to the knuckle. He eased down, whispering into her ear. “This is where I will be, mate. I will stretch you until this little hole is wide enough for my cock.” He thrust inside her again. “I will fuck you right here until you scream.”

Ashir pressed his lips to her mouth. “I will take your mouth. You will open wide for me and accept me in this warm, wet hole of yours.” He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She met his thrust with her own, their tongues dueling and stroking against each other. His hands massaged her breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples.

Coltan kept up his assault on her rear entrance. He slid out to the tip.

And thrust back in again.

She gasped into Ashir’s mouth. Her hands flailed. She clutched Paxt’s forearm with one hand and Ashir’s arm with the other, holding on as Paxt slammed into her again. And again. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, pincering him between her thighs.

Her body jolted again and again as he thrust. It was too much. Not enough. The pain sweet enough to be glorious. That delicious sensation in her body rose toward that magnificent crest. Every muscle tensed, clenched. She strained. One heartbeat. Two, and she soared, peaking over.

The world around her went white. Her body locked as her orgasm rocked her body. She vaguely heard Paxt roar as he strained against her in his own release.

Hands soothed her body. Gentle voices told her how well she’d done.

Paxt pulled out and someone washed away the evidence of his arousal. She was hauled against Ashir’s chest. Her muscles trembled as she wound her arms about his neck and her legs about his waist. Her body became heavy as they walked out of the water.

Coltan tugged her wet dress. “Let me get this off you, mate.”

Hands splayed beneath her and her dress was removed. The suns beat down on her wet skin. A warm, gentle breeze caressed her hair. Her eyes were so heavy. She rested against Ashir’s chest and let him carry her over the sand to the vegetation.

“Come, let’s get back to the craft,” Paxt said.

She moaned. She didn’t want to go back inside. She’d had enough of being stuck indoors. She wanted to feel the sun and breathe fresh air. The sun on her skin was just perfect and she began to drift into a light doze.

“Please. Just a little more time outside.” She nuzzled Ashir’s chest, breathing in his fresh, outdoorsy scent. Heavenly.

“We have to check our traps, and whether the drones have returned any information,” Paxt said.

“Just a little more,” she murmured, her eyes falling closed. She was sated. Relaxed. At ease.

Finally.

Ashir chuckled, the sound reverberating against her ear. “It is all right, brothers. I will stay with our mate while you check. Bring us back some food when you return. I think our mate will be hungry with her recent exertions.”

“Very well, but don’t let the sun burn that delicate skin of hers,” Paxt said.

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