“Lila, can I fuck you in both holes?” Link’s voice is low and rumbly, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“You can do that?” I ask, not really caring as long as he sticks something inside me.
“Yes,” he answers but doesn’t elaborate.
“Okay.” I think I would have agreed to anything to get him to keep going, and it’s not like I haven’t done it before. I feel him dribble something slick and wet over my ass before he uses his fingers to work it into me, first one, then two, and then three, preparing me properly for double penetration. The whole time, his other hand continues to stroke my clit. He’s changed the texture of his fingertips as he quickly gets me to the edge of climax again. Before I can topple over, however, he pulls his fingers away, and I feel two heads nudge at both of my holes. I stiffen in surprise.
“Relax, baby, I’ve got you.” He starts to push in, and his fingers come back to my clit and start vibrating. Bit by bit, he sinks deeper, filling me full in both channels. Thankfully he seems to have reverted to a smooth state, because I’m not sure if I could have handled all those bumps as well. I bury my head in the mattress and thrash it back and forth as the pinch of pain in my ass turns into a slow burn of pleasure. Soon, he’s fully seated and I’m stuffed full.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as he starts to move, knowing I’m not going to last long at all. He’s gentle for a couple of strokes, but then he works up a rhythm, and soon enough, I’m thrusting back on him, reveling in the sensations that are searing my pleasure center.
My whole body is like one giant exposed nerve, and all it takes is his hand slapping my ass once before I explode, screaming into the mattress as I feel him bathe both of my channels in cum. I feel it seep out the sides and slide down the inside of my thighs as my orgasm blazes through my body in a never-ending cycle of pleasure until I’m a whimpering, quivering mess. Link murmurs words of praise, but they don’t register in my destroyed mind.
I’m not sure how much time passes before he pulls out and goes away for a moment, returning with a warm cloth to clean me up.
Once done, he helps me into a shirt and a pair of male boxers. From the scent of the fabric, I know they are his. He lifts me and moves me to a nearby chair while he strips the sheets off the bed, quickly remaking it with a fresh set, before carrying me back and laying us both down. He spoons me from behind, and I think I’m finally capable of producing words.
“What was that?” I ask, rolling over to face him. “I want to see,” I insist, pulling the sheets back to look at his naked body. The sex afterglow has momentarily disappeared in my quest for knowledge.
“My body is made up of nanobots that I can change however I want. I did it with my tongue and my fingers and the bumps and vibrations, but I can also do that with my cock and change the shape of things,” he explains, and I watch with wide-eyed fascination as his upper torso grows more muscular before my very eyes before returning to normal. “I can do the same thing with my cock. Some species have different breeding needs, and we are capable of meeting those needs if necessary.”
“Show me what you did,” I demand, and as I watch, his very nice cock splits in two, and then each thickens to become two whole cocks, one underneath the other just like Mithus.
“Best boyfriend ever,” I whisper as I reach out to touch them. They feel exactly the same as each other. “And you come out of both?” I ask, because there was no mistaking the feeling of cum dripping out of my holes.
“Yes,” he confirms before pushing my hands away and allowing it to reform into one girthy, mouthwatering dick. Before I can convince him to let me put it in my mouth, though, he pulls the blankets up and snuggles me close.
“Thank you for an amazing evening, Lila.”
“It was most definitely my pleasure,” I tease, and he smiles before rolling and picking up his room tablet.
“I believe you need to send Caspian a message before we go to sleep,” he says, handing it to me.
“Oh, and Xavier too, if you don’t mind.” I take it, and he snuggles in next to me as I send my mate, and potential future date, goodnight messages. Once done, I don’t wait for them to respond before placing the tablet down on my side table and snuggling into my cyborg boyfriend’s arms.
“Goodnight,” I murmur, reaching back to touch him. He’s slightly cooler than I’m used to, and I shiver. He must notice, because within moments, I feel his skin warm. Sighing, I close my eyes, enjoying being surrounded by the smell and feel of him, and fall asleep.
Lila
The next week passes in a blur as I familiarize myself with the ship, spend time with both Link and Caspian, and avoid making any decision regarding Saxon. Xavier is also surprisingly absent, as are my grandpas, but they explained that they were trying to get the new additions to Caspian’s act up to speed, as well as deal with the fallout of Saxon being incapacitated. They mentioned another issue regarding the lightning cats, but they wouldn’t tell me about it. Saxon’s clan did not take the news of his incapacitation well, and I was cautioned to stay far away from them and to not go anywhere alone, but Xavier’s absence means I have no protection if they decide to confront me.
His clan wants me to make a hurried decision and are resentful about the fact that I am not ready to. I mean, I don’t blame them. I’m essentially keeping their friend in a coma while I work through my objections, but damn it, this is all new to me. Magenta suggested that one side would be happy to make him bond me by force, ensuring his survival, but also that the two women would happily push me out an air lock in the hope that my death would bring his need for me to an end. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that he would survive the loss.
I never got my gun lesson, so I slunk around the ship, wishing I had Xavier’s mist to hide myself in.
Eventually I became so paranoid, jumping at every bit of noise, expecting the Vilaxians to be around every corner, that I decided to stay within my own quarters for the remaining few days until our next show. Caspian’s friend was moved to his own quarters before I had even returned from Link’s the next day, so I never did get to meet him. They have all been too busy rehearsing for the Vegas show, but Caspian promised he’d introduce us the moment we got a chance.
Magenta has come to hang out with me a few times, which stopped me from going stir crazy, but mostly I’ve been thinking about Saxon and what decision to make. Caspian and Link have been completely supportive and said they would abide by whatever I chose to do, but what it comes down to is that I can’t let the man die. He can’t help that I’m not Vilaxian and don’t have the same need to seal our bond. There would be something fundamentally wrong with me letting him die because I feel uncomfortable about something, and it’s not like he’s hard on the eyes. You wouldn’t even need to twist my arm to get me to offer my neck up to him. I’ve always been somewhat of a vampire slut, even before I knew they were real.
The door to my quarters slides open, and Link and Caspian walk in. Both are busy chatting, so I take a moment to admire my men. Link and I haven’t done anything else since that night, the whole Skarrian mating bond hanging over our heads. Sex with Link was amazing, and it would be easy to fall into a sex marathon and find myself mated again, but I’m enjoying taking things slowly with him. It’s completely different from my and Caspian’s mating, which has just fallen into such a natural rhythm it’s like we’ve been together for years. I wonder if that’s because of the mate bond, and it makes me curious if the same thing is going to occur with Saxon.
But Saxon is going to have to wait. Vegas is our destination, and today is the day.
“Are you ready, babe?” Caspian asks when they notice me waiting for them to finish talking.
“God, yes. I can’t wait to breathe fresh air again and feel the sun on my face,” I reply, and my face must take on a wistful expression, because they exchange a worried look.
“Has it really been all that bad not being on Earth?” Link asks, his tone carrying the same worry as the look he exchanged with Cas.
