“I would like nothing more,” Shathar says, putting his hands on my shoulders and peering down into my eyes. “Going to sleep beside you? Waking up beside you? It is my dream.”
I giggle. “All right, then.” I take each of their hands in mine and tug them toward the stairs. Happily, Khesan and Shathar follow along as we head up to the second floor, then down the hall to my room. Before I can think twice about it, I take off all my clothes—including my bra—and dig through a drawer for some pajamas. When I look up, both of my alien husbands are staring at me with wide eyes.
“Oops,” I say, covering my bare nipples. “Sorry.”
They both shake their heads.
“Please do not be sorry,” Shathar says, clearly trying to keep his gaze on my face.
As I quickly dress in my soft pajamas, Shathar and Khesan start taking off their own clothes. I’m mesmerized as they both strip down to nothing.
Oh. Oh. They are so beautiful—Khesan with his bulging muscle and defined lines leading down to his groin, and Shathar with his sleek, lean body and significant dick emerging from the slit at his groin. I can’t help staring.
“Do you like it?” Shathar asks with a smirk when I clearly can’t take my eyes off him. He runs a hand down his belly to his cock, which is almost all the way hard.
I nod fervently, unable to speak.
Khesan laughs. “We have stunned her, I think,” he says to Shathar, who snorts in agreement.
Then Khesan takes my hand in his and leads me over to my bed, which is, thankfully, a king size. He pulls back the blankets and gestures for me to get in, so I do, my head swimming a little. Then he joins me on the left side, while Shathar climbs in on the right.
Having both of them at my side, all the stress leaves my body at once, and I fade into sleep.
When I awaken the next morning, I’m wrapped like a burrito in someone’s arms. Another someone is snoring beside me. My eyes crack open, and I find Shathar passed out cold on the pillow next to mine, his nostrils fluttering with each little snore. They’re kind of cute.
“Mmm,” Khesan mumbles behind me, his grip on me tightening as I move. I feel his hips pressed against my ass, his cock wedged quite firmly between my cheeks. Holy shit. If I weren’t wearing pajama pants, it wouldn’t take much to tilt my hips back and…
Boy, does that sound good. That cock is fat and hard, and it would probably feel very good inside me with all those ridges along it.
When I shift again, Khesan’s hands grip me harder. Oh. I think he’s awake.
“Fiona,” he whispers in my ear in a very sultry voice. “Please don’t go.”
I nod, staying where I am in the bed. His hands explore me while we snuggle, drifting down to my hip, then up and over my breasts. Khesan huffs a heavy breath when he pauses there to rub my hard nipples.
“These are so fascinating,” he whispers, like he’s trying not to wake up Shathar.
“Do female Arshurians not have them?”
“No. We don’t nurse young the way your species does.” He hums in pleasure as he tweaks each nipple through my shirt. “It is very uniquely you.”
Oh, does that feel good. My back arches, pushing my breasts into his hands, and Khesan’s cock twitches against my ass. He grinds his hips against me, making sure I know just how hard I make him. I’m hot to trot already, and then his fingers roam over the mound of my pelvis, down between my legs.
“Open these for me,” he murmurs into my ear, so I do, allowing him through. Warm hands with sharp claws venture farther, but Khesan is careful to only use the pads of his fingers. He strokes along the fabric of my pajama pants, simply exploring me. But now I want more of it, of him, in the low morning light. So I pull his hand up to my belly and guide it inside my pajamas, down into my underwear. Khesan inhales sharply as his fingers come into contact with my sex. Experimentally, he strokes my labia, then dips down between them.
“So wet,” he whispers, his finger trailing up to the hood, where he feels around for my clit. I gasp as he applies pressure there, and Khesan says, “Did you like that?”
I nod fervently, so he does it again, skating over it back and forth, and my hips jerk and twitch with every pass. Now I’m really getting riled up.
That’s when Shathar rolls over. We both freeze, thinking he must have woken, but he keeps on snoring gently.
I shouldn’t be doing this, right here next to him while he sleeps, but I don’t want Khesan to stop. He’s not inclined to, either, as he rubs me faster, applying slightly more pressure and then easing off, until I’m covering my mouth so my gasps don’t wake up Shathar. Khesan rolls my nipple and then gently pinches it, and my whole body convulses.
“Vakha,” hisses Khesan. “I want to be inside you. I want to pleasure you even more. Please.”
“Don’t mind me,” I hear Shathar say. When I glance up, his reptilian eyes are open, his lips peeled back on one side in a smirk. He slides closer across the bed until we are nose to nose, and I’m too shocked, and too ashamed, to respond.
“Shathar?” asks Khesan, his hands frozen in place. “Do you not… mind?”
