hair leading from below their belly buttons down to their pubic area, but none on their testicles which were tight to their bodies. Her pussy throbbed as she unashamedly stared at them, dimly aware that they were both closing down the bond between them slightly, but too horny to care about anything but finding relief.
“Do you like what you see, my alyah?” Chel reached down and stroked himself, a tiny bit of lilac purple pre-cum wetting the tip. “Lord of Life, I need to close down my side of the bond before you make me spray in the air like an untried Warrior.”
That moisture glimmered and she reached out, Chel’s groan of pure pleasure making her bold as she wiped off the head of his cock, collecting the pearl of precum there. Lifting her thumb to her mouth, she sucked the taste off. Her eyelids fluttered as his essence burst on her tongue, the taste of him sweet and oddly floral but good.
Her hormones surged, all thoughts disappearing before the rising tide of her desires. The pale green dress felt heavy on her body, scratching against her skin like cheap fabric instead of the space age silky marvel that it was. Both men watched her as she lazily sucked the remainder of the taste from her thumb, each trembling with need. Their muscles flexed and jumped beneath their skin, each male in his prime and brimming with the need to mount her. There was a visceral, animalistic quality to them that all the training in the world could not get rid of. An untouched spirit both savage and protective.
Hints of their emotions came through their partially closed spiritual connection, flashes of burning lust and a driving need that had her lifting the dress over her head. She’d barely gotten the hem past her ears when two sets of eager hands joined hers, ridding her of the garment in an instant. Once the fabric was clear of her eyes, she felt a sudden flash of the walls when she was lifted between them. Facing Chel, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he easily supported her weight with one hand. After a lifetime of feeling like a giant compared to most men, she found it positively intoxicating to be able to trust that she wasn’t hurting or straining her partner with her size.
Even better, with their rampant arousal pounding through their bond, she had no doubts about their desire for her. Their passion was close to overwhelming her, and she wondered how much stronger it would be once their bond was complete. Her mind was ripped back to the present as Chel captured her lips in a long, soft, wet kiss that had her rubbing her pussy against his stomach. The hard press of his washboard abs over her clit was heaven, and she gasped when a hot tongue licked along the curve of her buttocks.
Turning to look over her shoulder, she found a naked Gwarnon on his knees behind her, his glorious blue and black hair falling down his back all the way to his heels. Giving her a mischievous look, he bared his sharp teeth a second before he bit her bottom hard enough to sting.
“Hey!” she giggled as he licked her bottom. “Watch those teeth near my delicate bits, buddy.”
Gwarnon let out a throaty groan that had the hair on her arms standing up as he smiled and cupped her buttocks with both of his hands. “You have the most perfect bottom in existence. You cannot blame a man for wanting to take a bite out of such a juicy little plemas.”
“A what?” she struggled to whisper as Chel lifted her so he could suckle on her neck
“A ripe, juicy fruit that is as tart as an earth peach with a mellow honey aftertaste,” Chel whispered into her ear, his smooth voice stroking over her senses like soft fur.
“Your sex is equally juicy,” Gwarnon’s hands gripped her hips, tilting her back so her bottom stuck out, exposing her pussy. “I must taste you. Please, my bride, give me permission to pleasure you.”
“Please,” she whispered against Chel’s lips.
The world spun and she found herself with her back pressed to Chel’s front, his strong hands gently gripping her thighs, holding her open for the still kneeling Gwarnon.
Thunder pulsed through her veins as he stared up at her from beneath his dark, arched brows, a positively sinful passion flaring in his deep blue gaze.
“She smells so good,” Chel groaned