His tongue curls inside of me, and he sucks on my clit as he drinks Ferrok’s cum from me.
I wriggle and writhe, and I come a moment before his grip tightens and his whole body tenses.
He lets me slide to the bed in a puddle as he breathes deep and heavy, looking down to where he’s still fully buried in Ferrok. And he curses… another of the few words in his language that I know.
“I need to grow another dick so I can fuck you both at the same time.”
“Can you grow another one?” I ask, fingers sliding into Ferrok’s. His eyes are closed, but he draws my hand to his beak to kiss my fingers.
Mooralan laughs and shakes his head. “No. But damn, I would if I could.”
Hands holding Ferrok steady, he eases out and his slime cum slides down Ferrok’s legs, coating and sticking.
He doesn’t move. I’m not sure he can, but his eyes fly wide when Mooralan peels the cum up from his skin, rolls it up and pushes it back into him.
Another little spurt of Ferrok’s cum sprays onto the sheet and roll his clitball on my tongue. When I pop it out and hand it back, I say, “I’m going to need to change the sheets.”
But I don’t. Mooralan tasks Ferrok with making sure I get cleaned up and has the sheets changed before we get back… eight arms certainly do come in handy for certain chores.
Piled in my bed, legs and arms tangled together, I kiss Mooralan and then Ferrok and I pull them closer. “I love you. Don’t ever forget it.”
CHAPTER 3
The week passes, full of sex—I only have to pop back to Phantom’s for one accidental slime cum incident—and snuggling interrupted by random broadcast shows, food deliveries, and language lessons that I am definitely not getting better at.
“That’s not quite right,” Ferrok says, trying to be kind in the lesson.
“Your pronunciation sucks,” Mooralan calls from the kitchen, heating up leftovers.
“I know that, thank you.” I would throw a pillow at him, but I don’t want to wind up with blosha stew on my couch if it comes back at me. “I can hear it and recognize it, but making my mouth make those shapes is the problem.”
“You need to use your tongue to sharpen the sound.”
“She uses her tongue perfectly.” Mooralan tips my head up with fingers on my chin and brushes my lips. “Do you think he needs proof again?”
“I’m always happy to display my talents.” I stick my tongue out at him.
He laughs and pulls me into his lap instead of taking me up on my offer. “Breaks are good,” he says. “Without them you’ll getbored of us… or I might wind up missing bone density at my next scan.”
“His body will divert minerals from his bones and tissue from his muscles to replace his… clitball.” Mooralan still has a hard time saying the word, and none of us can figure out why, but I don’t mentionhispronunciation.
And I think he knows it.
“Message,” he says quickly, and I look up at the blinking light on one side of the wall screen.
When I open the inbox, it’s a text notification from Phantom.
Two lines.
Get dressed.
Come see me.
“We all knew the summons was coming,” Ferrok says. “But I wouldn’t have minded being locked up with you for a few more weeks.”
“You would have gotten annoyed with me after a while,” I assure him.
“Maybe.” He picks me up and takes me to the bedroom. “But I think I would like being annoyed by you.”
