Khesan sits in front of me while Shathar is inside me, and the former’s gaze is intent on mine as he helps Shathar fuck me. Lift, drop, lift, drop—they both have their hands on me, guiding me up and down until I’m little more than a shivering mess. Shathar’s amazing ribbing glides along inside me with every stroke, and I’m almost delirious with it.
Khesan thumbs my chin, his lips turning up in a smirk. “She is close,” he reports to Shathar.
“I can feel her getting tighter,” Shathar responds from behind me.
A wicked look comes over Khesan’s face. He licks his finger, then lowers it down to my clit, which he rubs while Shathar moves inside me. My head falls back to Shathar’s shoulder as they both work me together, his amazing dick shuttling in and out while Khesan’s finger tantalizes and teases, flicking every which way as he winds me up tighter until I’m a toy at the end of a string about to launch.
“Yes,” growls Shathar, his hips lifting off the chair to drive into me. “Burst for me, Fiona. Shower me, my mate. Unleash everything.”
All my muscles tighten as my orgasm creeps closer, but Shathar maintains his steady pace, while Khesan goes wild on my clit. It’s exactly what I need to fall over the edge.
“Ah!” I grip Khesan’s shoulders as it slams into me, bowling me over. Shathar groans behind me as I squeeze down around him, and now he’s fucking me faster, roaring through my climax, lifting me up easily and then driving himself in deeper. I’m so overstimulated that I almost can’t take anymore when he growls low in my ear.
“Take all of me, little mate,” Shathar says, and then his cock, somehow, gets even bigger. He thrusts into me one last time, curling his arms around my waist as he moans. Khesan slows his assault and sits back in his chair with a self-satisfied look.
“She didn’t quite scream,” Khesan remarks. “But I can fix that.”
Oh, right, it’s his turn next. But I need a little breather, so I slump forward into Khesan’s arms, and Shathar gently slips out of me, spilling a surprising amount of cum onto the chair and the floor.
Oops. We just cleaned that.
Khesan chuckles as he catches me, then hauls me onto his lap. There, I settle, though his rather hard dick is pressing eagerly at my butt.
“Was that good?” he asks, licking his fangs. I’m still surprised he touched me while Shathar was inside me. That was a new level of intimacy between them I didn’t expect.
“Very good,” I say, though the words are a bit slurred. I’m drunk on sex. “Wonderful.”
Shathar barks a laugh as he gets up to retrieve a paper towel and clean the floor.
Wow. I’ve never, ever had sex like this before. It’s always hard for me to get there, and a lot of times, people I sleep with give up after a while. But not with these two. It’s like my body is primed for them, ready for them, and they know just what I need.
After cleaning up, Shathar comes over to fluff my hair and kiss me on the forehead. When I’ve had a few minutes to rest, Khesan picks me up in my entirety.
I forgot just how big and tall he is—and apparently, strong.
“Couch,” he says by way of explanation, and carries me out of the kitchen and into the living room.
There, he gently sets me down on my back and stands to survey his handiwork. His cock is jutting straight out from his slit, and he strokes it as he gazes down at me. His tail winds upward, around my thigh, the tip teasing at my used pussy.
Shathar comes up behind him, patting his shoulder. “You will hold out better this time. Practice, right?”
Khesan nods eagerly. I spread my legs as far as I can, and he perches between them, his fans rising on his head in anticipation. Then I sense the head of his cock nudge at my entrance, which I can tell is soaking wet with Shathar’s cum. Khesan groans at just this contact, and he smears it around me, grinding the soft head against my clit before sliding back down again.
In one smooth motion, he thrusts in. I moan at how good he feels in this position, how those ridges on his cock travel against the roof of my channel, giving me everything I could want and more. Khesan buries himself deep, an animalistic grunt escaping his lips as he finds his seat inside me.
“Ah, yes,” he mutters. “Right where I’m meant to be.”
I think the same thing as he lifts my thigh over his arm and goes to town. It’s not fast, just purposeful, his incredible body flexing with every controlled buck of his hips. Khesan grits his teeth as he stares into my eyes, and it’s so intense, so exacting on my soul, that I almost want to look away.
Is this what it’s like? Is this what they’ve been talking about all along, being fated mates? Because it feels incredible, like Khesan was constructed just for me. He fills me up to the brim each time he pushes in, then those wonderful bumps stimulate everything on their way out.
I can’t believe I’m about to come again. And I’m going to come hard.
My nails bite into Khesan’s arm as my body trembles and shivers. I cry out loudly as he changes his angle, and he arches a brow.
“Is that it?” he asks, doing it again, then again.
All I can do is nod because the only thing coming out of me is moans. Khesan grins with mischief as he pumps faster, gripping my thighs to keep them spread out in front of him. Now my cries are escalating and I’m a spinning top, unable to stop, and my alien is the only thing keeping me down to earth. I’m shivering all over, the need to release ballooning inside me. Khesan must feel it because a smirk reveals his fangs. Instead of going faster, he strokes deeper, more fully, and stars burst across my vision.
