“That feels incredible,” he whispers, gazing at me with wonder in his eyes. Shathar chuckles as he pulls out, then dives in a second time, fully sheathing himself. Khesan’s arms wobble under him, and it isn’t long before Shathar is moving faster and Khesan is mumbling incoherently. I squeeze his cock as he gets fucked, and soon his arms give out so only his ass sticks up in the air.
When he comes, it’s like a rocket. He spurts into the bed and all over my hand once, and then again, and Shathar roars as he gives it to Khesan even faster. Then he, too, goes over the edge, and his fans flare as he orgasms.
I grin at both of them when they fall down to the bed. Khesan pulls me and Shathar into his arms at the same time, and his voice is shivering with emotion as he says, “I love you. I love you both so, so much.”
We technically had plans this weekend. And we do manage to spend one afternoon at the arcade with our friends for happy hour, where we drink and eat and play Foosball together. Shathar and Khesan are fascinated with the arcade games, getting into a rather heated competition over motorcycle racing. Both of them are so abysmal at it, veering off to the side of the road and crashing into things, that I’m second-guessing the driver’s license proposal.
By the end of the night, we each have a roll of tickets. All together we can afford a tiny stuffed animal on a keychain, which Khesan gleefully claims to hold his house key. It’s bright pink, just like the collar he sometimes wears in bed.
Then we’re on our way home, the three of us, ready for the next step. Ready for whatever our love brings us.
Tonight, I have a plan.
“Khesan,” I say on our drive home, glancing at him in the rearview. “What would you think of… being inside me while Shathar is inside of you?”
There’s no response for a moment, but when I peer at him again, his eyes are glassy.
“I would like nothing else,” he says hoarsely. “To have both my mates at the same time?”
Shathar smirks like it’s the very answer he expected.
After dinner, when we’ve all stripped down, we debate the right position. There are a few ways I can imagine doing it, so first, I lie back on the bed right on the edge and spread my legs for Khesan. He takes the invitation, smearing his cock all over me before sliding in, and his eyes roll back in his head.
“It is always such a joy to be inside you.” Then he leans down to kiss me.
While he’s bent over, Shathar takes up position behind him, and squirts lube onto his hand. He lifts Khesan’s tail and Khesan comes to a halt, fully buried in me. Though I can’t see what’s going on, I feel it when Khesan’s cock spasms inside me, and Shathar pants behind him.
“You are so tight, Khesan,” he growls, and then his hips move, pushing Khesan deeper inside me. Both of us moan at the same time.
Shathar is the one who sets the pace. Every time he pulls back, so does Khesan; and every time he slams in again, Khesan cries out and pushes his cock into me. It is, most certainly, the sexiest thing that’s ever occurred in my life, and I couldn’t be happier to be here, doing it with them.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Shathar
Nothing is as pristine as being inside Khesan while he fucks our mate. Though I can’t see his face, I can hear his cries of pleasure, and they drive me to thrust inside him even harder. I know I ought to be gentle, but it’s difficult when Khesan gets so tight around me. He clenches and groans, and I know he’s close. I squeeze his cheeks in my clawed fingers as I near my own finish, nearly blinded by how good they feel underneath me.
I can easily spend the rest of my life like this, I think, as I soar over the edge. I spurt inside of Khesan while he continues pumping inside Fiona, and she grips the blankets and screams as she, too, meets her climax.
We are very good at this.
When we all are exhausted, I withdraw from Khesan’s tender hole. He will certainly be sore there tomorrow. Then I attend to both of my mates, encouraging them to come shower with me so we can all get clean before bed.
They both yawn as they follow, holding hands.
It is hard to believe how quickly time speeds by when you are enjoying life. And it would be impossible not to, given my blessings. How I get to have my mates every day and night, except when Fiona must work. Even then, Khesan and I get up to our own “shenanigans,” as Fiona calls them.
So it should not surprise me when we are nearing the end of the trial period, and it’s almost time to return to the matchmaker to seal the marriage. It is an event I have worked very, very hard to bury in the back of my mind.
I have already told Khesan my feelings on this, and in a way, my soul has settled knowing the inevitable end point. This was all a wonderful thing to happen in my life. I am grateful that I got to experience it as long as I did. And now, I will do my duty as the caretaker of Fiona and Khesan and return to Arshur.
It is the only thing that makes sense.
I’m not the only one thinking of this but not speaking it. Fiona, too, has been quieter lately, more reserved. Even during the party where Roth’kar’s friend Zono arrived on Earth and moved in with Kendall, she was lost in her thoughts.
She holds us both close to her at night, like she refuses to let either of us go. But she will have to, and I will make it as simple for her as possible.
Then, it is the night before our trip to the spaceport. No one speaks over dinner, but when I finally catch sight of Fiona’s face, there are tears in her eyes.
