When Y’Dryth’s gravity finally lets go of us entirely and we’re slingshotted back into empty space, the last of the shaking abates. Neither Bane nor Rune answers my questions about our attackers/pursuers – no surprise there – but from the small line of blood seeping from Rune’s right ear, I’m guessing there was some heavy-duty Princess Leia-ing involved.

For the first time since I’ve met him, Rune lies down next to me on the tatami floor below the shade sail and really, truly falls asleep. (If I didn't have a standing connection with him, I might be a little freaked out by the sight... dude doesn't visibly breathe and is even colder to the touch than when awake.) (And I know that because I have poked him several times to really make sure he's not entering Rigor mortis.) (Also, I wanted to just touch him. I'm a handsy person. So sue me.) When I wake up from my own stress-and-fear-and-orgasms-induced deep sleep, he’s still out like a light, curled up in a fetal position with his tail wrapped around his own right wrist. I sigh and make a mental note to somehow avoid future situations in which Rune overexerts himself like this.

Looking around, I spot Bane sitting on his rock watching both of us, while Kay has somehow made it up onto the sail above and is looking down at everyone like a cat on a roof.

The ship’s movement is as smooth and noiseless as it ever was. The lights are on like they always were. The air still has a tinge of Y’Dryth in it, but the filters will probably soon change that. Hopefully. I don’t fancy any souvenirs from that place.

I get up on somewhat shaky legs and pad over to Bane, then plonk down in his lap.

And then I just breathe for a bit with my head on his shoulder. His scent – male, alien, sweat, smoke – masks the smell of the planet in the most soothing way.

I recapitulate our brief and meaningful stay on their collective home planet... and sigh again. It appears I need to say a couple of words. To Bane, specifically.

“Sorry for being such a bossy pain in your ass.” The words come surprisingly easy. “I seem to keep doing that. First with Kay's location, then with the language chip, then after she bit me... and now with this.”

I remember saying something along the same lines to an ex-boyfriend once, and it felt like pulling out my own toenails. I guess I knew back then, subconsciously, that that ex hadn’t really earned them, and that I didn’t really deserve my own accusation.

Everything is different in space. The colors. The food. The service industry. The penises. The healing of wounds. The relationships.

And me. I’m also wildly different.

“I know you value your mores and all that. I really do. I know you will always live by your code of honor. It just..." I shrug my shoulders. "It pisses me off something fierce when it’s in your way, you know? When it causes discord. I don't want you to hold on to toxic rules. I don’t think they serve you well, and I think you deserve to be served well, always.”

There’s a moist nudge against my butt from below. I chuckle. Perv.

I rub my cheek against his strong chest. "Seriously. I'm sorry. I hope you don't think I'm disrespecting you."

He doesn't say or do anything, and the acquiescence comes through in the soft set of his shoulders and the way his tail loops around my knee. Oh, I will get another good hiding from him one of these days, just to let me know that my actions have left a mark on him, that nothing I said or did was irrelevant to him. But for right now, he gets me.

“Bane, what do you wish for?” I ask him quietly.

He glances down and sideways at me, then at the sleeping Rune, then up at Kay, and slightly tightens the grip of his arm cradling me. To the point where my ribcage creaks a little with the pressure of it.

Wheezing a bit, I nod. “Alright.”

And then I snooze with my nose against his neck and dream of serving him well.

***

They allow me three full days (or sleep-wake-sleep-cycles) of decompression. While I was asleep, they apparently made a silent agreement that there wouldn’t be any undue touching in those three days.

Some petting under the shower, yes. Kissing, yep. Massages, oh yes. And Kay uses the time I spend expanding her English – during which her feelers are attached to me – to send me naughty visuals that make for very interesting dreams. I’m starting to get used to the pressure of her thoughts against mine. I barely even get headaches from them anymore.

But no sex. For three full days.

I was actually getting antsy by day two. There was a certain tension in the air. Glances were passing back and forth between people. It was clear that everyone was waiting for… something. Eagerly, hungrily waiting.

I’m not a very patient person.

So when I woke up during the sleep cycle that might have been ‘night three’ and the swollen, itchy throbbing between my legs got too much, I slid a finger down there and tried to take the edge off.

I knew it wouldn’t take long at all. My nerves and muscles were already twitching, my clit and nipples pebbled up and feeling heavy with blood, my pussy lips already plump, and memories, desires, and Kay’s telepathically transmitted visions all mixed together swirled around my head in a big bowl of Sexy, Sexy Porridge.

Speaking of food, I had seen Rune eat fruit off a tree yesterday, and the noises alone… good gods in heaven. The way the muscles in his forearms flexed under his skin when he held the peach-like food to his mouth…? And how his teeth sank into the squishy rind, and then the juice was dripping down his chin…? Ungh.

One moment I’m alone, and the next, someone snatches my wrist and pulls my hand from between my thighs.

“Hey!” My eyes fly open at the unexpected touch, and I jerk upright with an indignant shout at the rude interruption. The next moment, there’s a hand cupping the back of my head, fisting in my hair, and a rough mouth covering mine.

Bane. I twist my caught wrist to free it – to no effect, of course – and try to shove him away with my free hand and arm – also to no effect, which … Hnngh. There’s a surge of wetness between my legs and my belly muscles tighten. I’m helpless. Fuck yeah.

He looms over me and pistons his tongue deep into my mouth. It’s a preview. I can feel his fat erection against me, and I know that I’ll get fucked hard and staked to the brim in the very near future.

Once he’s done with me, that is.

I shudder from my head to my toes. More wetness.

As though it’s an invitation, his tail burrows between my thighs. I clench them together and twist and wriggle because I know that counts as fighting, and my lover loves himself some futile resistance from the silly human. I even bite his tongue which earns me a loud purr, a hard yank on my hair, and his right hand lets go of my wrist and promptly, roughly gropes my tits.

When I keep biting his tongue, he pinches and then twists my nipple with his clawed fingertips in retaliation. Can a woman come from having her nipples tweaked? I know he would try to find out until I screamed, and then he’d try some more.

One of his massive thighs wedges itself between my legs, forcing me to spread.

And that’s how I still am when the first orgasm of the night wells up and bursts from me, which makes me howl because he doesn’t allow me any direct stimulation where I need it. My pussy grasps air, twitch-twitches, my entire pelvic floor contracts… and then – nothing. The air goes out of me in a whoosh, a dull, deflated feeling takes over my lower belly.

The need stays, as hot and hungry as before.

I tremble. Is this going to be my punishment, then? Or is this just a reminder of who’s actually the king of this castle? “Bane, please. Please.” Mercy.

Bane tosses my body around like a ragdoll until I’m in reverse-cowgirl position, the massive roll of his cock lengthwise between my pussy lips and the gleaming tip of it peeking out between my pubic hair. One strong arm is slung across my chest, obscenely pushing up my boobs, the hand pinning my wrist and immobilizing my arm.

His free hand reaches down between my legs and probes my labia that are obscenely straddling his erection, poking at my clit that is twitching and angry and unsatisfied. Slapping my thighs when I try to pull them up and closed. Pressing my shins and knees down towards the floor so that I am spread for him.

The moment I become aware of the fact that we have an audience – right in front of me, in fact, barely two arm’s lengths away - his cock curls and twists like an octopus’ arm and breaches my pussy.

I moan-yell-curse and screw my eyes shut.

“Y-r’sef, yl’ree!” Rune’s voice is low and commanding and has almost the same effect as Bane’s fingers twisting my nipple. “Watch, teacher!” my translator supplies.

And I do because I have no choice. Also, because I want to.

They’re sitting in front of us. Rune’s massive body is curled around Kay’s much smaller one from behind. He is using his legs to pry hers wide open and immobilize her. Her pretty cunt is on full display for me, gaping and then closing, grasping, empty, and clearly aching. Her arms are up and slung backward around the back of Rune’s neck in a way that makes me think he’s tied her wrists together – which is so fucking hot – and her upper body is arched forward and taut, wet with perspiration and oh so pretty to look at.

Kay’s face is contorted, gleaming with sweat. Her hair is plastered to her forehead. It makes her look more like the first memory I have of her: the snarling fury trying to kill Bane in Tulun D’tel. Her bared teeth are dripping a transparent liquid that’s possibly not only saliva. There’s a small scrape on her chin.

I’ve clearly missed the foreplay. The chase. The hunt. The takedown. I like it when they run.

Rune runs both of his hands possessively up her stomach, over her nipples, and to the small handfuls adorning her upper chest. The way they vanish into his wide palms seems unbearably hot to me, and then he mirrors Bane and plucks her nipples one after the other. She writhes. Her knees strain fruitlessly to close.

Bane’s cock swells and swells inside my cunt and yet I slide down farther and farther onto it. His hand slithers between us to where we are connected, and touches us, smearing our combined juices on our skin. When Rune’s ministrations finally coax a frustrated growl out of Kay’s throat and she jerks once, futilely, in Rune’s grip, Bane’s chest answers with a contented rumble. I like it when they fight. 

“Akh-a’nkay”, Bane breathes into my ear as he nips my earlobe. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him watching Kay and Rune intently. How his avid gaze slips to Kay’s chest, between her legs, to Rune’s lips as they nip the side of Kay’s neck.

“What does that mean?” I murmur back, my words pressed and strained because of an overload of sensation. My translator didn’t supply me with anything. I heard Kay’s name in there, though, so my curiosity is piqued.

“Akh-a’nkay is… a Dryth concept.” His cock is inside of me to the hilt, his finger is circling my clit, and yet his words are so even, his voice is so apparently unaffected and easy. It makes me crazy with lust for him and pricks my combativeness at the same time. I like that I’m such a lightweight in comparison to him. I also really want to break his composure. I know I’m going to, eventually. I know it’ll cost me. But fuck me, I can hardly wait. I tighten my vaginal muscles.

“A saying. An idea.” The sexy rumble slides into my ear canal and trickles down my spine.

Huh? Oh, right- Akh-a’nkay.

“Uh-hmm,” I nod dumbly. The cock I’m massaging is massaging me back and I am… struck dumb by cock. Cockstruck. “An idea about what?”

Kay yips, attracting my full attention, and snaps her teeth at Rune’s hand that’s caressing the base of her throat. One quick movement and Rune has his hand buried at the root of her hair, the other hand gripping the very root of her tail, and he shoves her forward with what looks approximately like the effort it would take him to push over a kitten.

She ends up on all fours – her hands slip free of whatever bound them behind Rune’s neck – with her head very close to the ground as though in a kowtow … and her nose only a hand’s width away from Bane’s crotch, and mine.

Keeping his grip on her hair, wriggling feelers and all, Rune pushes her forward, forward. She bucks and her tail lashes wildly, trying to loop around his neck from behind. He is clearly not impressed. “Dyh’n-ha,” he commands her. Taste them.

I shudder at the sight, the tone of his voice, the idea – and then the touch. “Oh fuck, Kay,” I moan. Her tongue probes my stretched seam and, judging by the pulse and twitch I feel deep inside, Bane’s cock.

She angles her head and makes eye contact with me, then extends her tongue again very visibly and very deliberately, and touches it to my clit. A jolt of electricity goes through my entire lower body, and I lift up a couple of inches before Bane’s grip promptly pushes me back down. Fuck, his cock feels even thicker than before. The sound I make when he pushes that big slab of muscle into me is obscene.

Directed by Rune’s firm and unyielding hand, Kay and her wicked little mouth, tongue and teeth make their way up my body. She nips at the crease of my hip, French-kisses my belly button until I feel the tingle in my spine, and then latches on to my nipples, pulling at them with her teeth. The idea that those teeth may be saturated with venom somehow makes it even hotter.

Eventually, her beautiful face is right in front of mine. I’m panting with the need to kiss her and to be kissed by her. But it’s currently not my decision, nor hers.

“Please, Rune,” I beg him, confident that he can easily understand my meaning even without a translator. “Please, may we?”

As if to remind me that there’s another boss on this ship, Bane latches on to the side of my neck with his teeth again and sucks a hickey into my skin. I sigh with pleasure and groan with frustration. “Please, please, Bane. I want her tongue in my mouth. May I?”

Rune, not to be ignored, guides Kay physically forwards until her chest is flush against mine, and then directs her head past my lips and offers the A’Draht’s mouth to Bane rather than me. I get to witness the wet slide of his tongue between her lips, get to hear the sounds of clicking teeth and squelching saliva right next to my ear. Never in my life have I been so turned on and so envious at the same time.

I know that Bane is a masterful kisser. A little of that may even be thanks to my self-sacrificing and patience in teaching him if I do say so myself. It’s never been clearer than now, though, when I hear the purrs of all of my aliens around me, and see Rune’s hand slide down Kay’s body to grab her between her legs, and the kiss doesn’t even flag a little. If anything, it’s getting fiercer. Damn, I don’t even know whom I’m more envious of now.

Kay’s feelers wriggle like they’re being electrocuted, and they seem to stretch as I watch. Two of them coil upwards at the end and reach back and for Rune’s temples, then nuzzle farther up and burrow through his mohawk, reminding me of a clownfish in an anemone.

Apparently, this is how the universe intended it to be all along. Both Kay and Rune groan a sound that unmistakably means ‘Oh my fucking god’, and Kay’s eyes roll up as she has an orgasm right there. I feel her shudder and the clench of her belly against mine. A small spray of wetness tickles against my thigh, and I want to lick it off so bad that my mouth waters.

The next two feelers reach out to me, and I give in to the now-familiar sensation of little worms combing through my hair and tickling my scalp. There’s a surge of Kay’s lust when they attach, and I suddenly have a feeling of feathers itching under my skin. Rune. I feel like a part of me is poured into him, but a part of him is already riding shotgun with me, and it’s a dizzying feedback loop. A warbled little moan comes out of my mouth.

As the kiss between Kay and Bane goes on and on – and now also involves Rune and me via Kay’s tentacles, making my mouth tingle even harder – two more feelers weave through the air and reach for the last person to complete our circle.

Bane’s body jerks and stiffens behind me when the feelers reach his temple and suckerfish along the side of his cranium and around to the back of his head. He breaks the kiss and leans back, but all three of us follow him as he shies away. We can’t let him leave now.

I can feel the second the feelers attach. The change is immediate, like a switch has been flipped. Everything that was already at eleven is now at twenty-three.

It’s like… learning – or knowing – a new language instantaneously, with no need for grammar practice. Or like growing a foreign limb. Another set of eyes in my head that are much sharper than my own, that can see colors that human brains are not supposed to know. A stiff, throbbing cock between my legs, which I recognize even though I never had one. Another set of senses I never knew could be had. A new level of understanding that harmonizes with all of us.

It feels so right, it makes me want to weep. I feel like I’ve gained five new worlds – one in Bane, one in Rune, one in Kay, one in me as I see myself through their eyes, and another one that combines us.

Since we now move almost like one person, I can free a hand to reach up and backward. I want to feel where Kay’s tentacles landed, want to circle the rim with my fingertips. The texture is so smooth, like living glass.

“You feel so good,” I say to no one in particular, to everyone and even to myself, and I can hear my words like an echo, relayed through more ears and brains.

Rune’s eyes find mine. They are so bright, it's like there's a hearthfire inside of him. I can feel his elation at hearing and immediately understanding my voice again like it used to be when he still had his translator. I never guessed how much he misses it.

What an incredible gift.

“Thank you, Kay.” I nuzzle her cheek with my nose. “God, you are so perfect.”

“Akh-a’nkay,” Bane agrees, his voice curiously soft. Riding someone else’s wave is entirely new to him. They shaved off and burnt away his powers when he was young, so he never had the chance until now. He never dared to imagine it, really, but no amount of imagination comes close to this.

There’s this word again, a… akahn-kay? I almost forgot that he’d started to explain it to me. Its meaning is apparently too complex to fully filter through to my brain despite our connection.

“F’r d’akh-la emysthir,” Rune explains, and my translator comes alive, feeling almost jangly in comparison now. “The one warrior in an army that is needed to turn the tide in battle.”

“The last bite of a meal to sate the hunger,” Bane adds. I suddenly have a faint taste of almost-citrus in my mouth, like the fruits growing in the forest around us.

“Ane-y’saekh bane’hyldr.” – “The last weapon missing in the weapons belt.”

“The last quantum of effort needed to finish a task.” Bane’s hand casually cups my pubic mound like Here’s a task that will be finished soon. And again. And again. And no effort will be spared. What’s the comparative form of ‘goosebumps’? I have that, all over.

“A’ll fi’ru-u’desy,” Rune says and leans forward to nip the back of Kay’s neck with great precision. Goosebumps race over her skin as well. “The part that is won the hardest.”

“Without it, something stays unfinished.” Bane’s voice now sounds a little hoarse and his eyelids have fallen to half-mast. Meanwhile, the glossy brown in Kay’s seems to have lightened to the color of wild honey, with just a shade of amber in them.

“Akh-a’nkay a’y-l’ith,” Rune almost whispers, "A'y-l'rij." His voice now quieter even than the sound his fingers make below, burrowed into Kay’s pussy.

It paves the future, my translator supplies, and then gives me the second bit: It bears tomorrow.

Suddenly, I have a vision of Kay with her belly round and swollen, her little teats drooping and leaking milk. I don’t even quite know if it was my idea first, or if it came from all of us at the same time.

I turn to her and lock eyes with her. “Do you want to be bred, Kay?”

Her delicate nostrils flare in reaction and her slitted pupils dilate.

She nods.

Rune and Bane go very still. I can feel the searing hot pulse in their groins, in my own groin.

“You want them to breed your pussy? One after the other?” I lean into her, close enough to kiss but still not allowed. I can feel Bane’s and Rune’s agitation at the vision of it all – besting her, fucking her, staking their claims, putting their progeny into her, seeing her grow heavy with it. “Do you want to know how it feels to have their cocks inside of you? Fucking you until they’re done with you?”

Yes, Val. That’s all she says. Yes to all of it.

I’d kill to see it, too.

“Do you remember that I told you you’d have to ask me for permission first?”

Yes, Val.

Such a good girl.

“And you’ll ask me exceptionally nicely, won’t you?”

Yes, Val.

Perfection.

“We’ll prepare everything,” I promise her, and all of us. “We’ll find a good place for you, and for your babies to be born and to grow. And then they’ll fuck you and breed you… as often and as thoroughly as you can take.” My voice sounds to my own ears like a polyharmony, mixed with Bane’s and Rune’s, all of them coming out of my mouth.

Yes, she agrees. Her hips gyrate in eagerness. Rune is still pinching her, dipping his fingertips shallowly into her pussy and letting her lower lips nip at his knuckles.

“Right now, you’ll ask Rune nicely to stick his fat cock up your ass instead,” I command her, my voice mixed with Bane’s this time.

I can feel Rune’s cock writhing and prickling with lube as though it were my own. God, no wonder males want to stick their dicks into every and any hole and cranny and rub-rub-rub. This feeling is maddening, and I only get it second- and third-hand. How bad must this be directly at the source?

“Get down on your hands and knees,” Bane instructs, “and offer.”

Like a good girl, she does. She moves to the side – breaking the connection of her feelers, but it doesn’t hurt at all – then bends forward until her forehead touches the floor. Her ass goes in the air, her tail curled up and over her back to display all of her holes. Her claws dig a little into the skin of her ass cheeks as she pulls them apart for Rune’s inspection.

Bane retracts his cock fully from my pussy so he can ram it back in the second Rune shoves his spike into Kay’s ass.

We all yell and moan like we feel the same things even though we’re not connected that way anymore.

And then there’s just rutting, ramming, fucking, hammering. Curses, groans, pleas. Slaps, gasps, cries.

Rune unleashes on Kay. One hand on the base of her tail, pulling and pushing her ass in whichever way he wants. One hand in her hair, or on her neck, or around her throat, or slapping her firm little bottom. Telling her with low, menacing notes in his voice how tight she is, and how he feels her muscles clutch and suck on him, and how he knows he’s hurting her so good.
 
She takes it all and keeps on offering, offering, offering.

Meanwhile, Bane orchestrates my orgasm ruthlessly. Pinching, licking, biting me to pull me back from the edge before I fall over, then making me ache to push me back to it.

Kay’s legs shake and stiffen when she comes the first time, her toes scrambling madly on the floor. Her release spatters the dried grass mats underneath her, speckling them. Rune sticks two fingers into her spasming cunt, then forces them into her mouth. “Dyh’l-ha.” Taste.

She looks at me as she sucks and gags desperately, her face dirty with soil and sweat, the white of her irises barely a corona around her overblown pupils, and it finally sends me helplessly over the edge and into a free fall of sheer rapture.

The first one.

***

What must be hours later, I’m on my back with my knees pulled up to my chest and my hands holding onto my shins and knees for a moment of self-comfort. Every nerve and muscle of my body throbs with the delicious reverberation of pleasure and pain. I’m hoarse from all the moaning and shouting (and from being choked a bit, too). I’ll definitely have bruised knees and sore thighs tomorrow with all the kneeling and heavy lifting and trembling they’ve done today.

My pussy, which has finally capitulated and is all out of orgasms for today, is stuffed full again with Bane’s spike, and while I’ve gotten a bit of a handle on this sensation, I don’t think I will ever get actually used to it. Especially not when it’s fresh. Fresh spikes are so… mobile. They flex and slide around and seem to breathe in the most obscene way.

I try to imagine what this will feel like for Kay. Her pussy is more agile than mine, what with all those impressive sphincter muscles. They will squeeze and strangle that spike – I faintly wonder if that’s part of the whole impregnation process, like, is the semen stored inside the spike and has to be wrung out? So fascinating – and she’ll feel every bit of it.

Rolling my head to the side, I see both of my boys providing aftercare to Kay in the most Dryth-taught-by-a-human kind of way. Rune is holding her from behind, one hand pressing her chin up so she lifts her mouth, a shallow fruit set to her lips so she can drink. Or rather, she has to drink. She’s not getting much of a say, by the looks of it. The princeling has decided that she’ll be hydrated, and hence it shall be so.

Meanwhile, Bane is wiping the juncture of her thighs with a wet cloth and being exactly as painstaking about it as he always is.

Kay is clearly somewhat irritated with the fussing – her tail is twitching and waving obnoxiously in Bane’s face, which he valiantly ignores, and she’s throwing her head from time to time like a horse that doesn’t want the bridle like she’s trying to piss Rune off a little – but not enough to really do anything about it.

It makes me smile. This’ll be a work in progress, alright. I feel we’re off to a good start, though.

Also, I think… I think, I hope, they’ll make good dads. I’m almost certain they aren’t really aware of the fact that they have this potential. After all, the entire concept of dad-hood – not paternity, not impregnation, but being dads – is entirely alien (ha!) to their society.

I have no real clue how it all works on their planet… If the males live in the settlements, and the females are barely more than fair game out in the wilds – what happens after birth, exactly? How does this separation happen, logistically? Do the females drop the male babies off somewhere? Do the males go after the groups of Drahta and snatch the boys away from them and leave the girls? Or do Drahta that are pregnant know whether it’s a boy or a girl and make adjustments even during pregnancy so that the boys are born in a special place, or…?

Man, this would all make for such a fascinating scientific paper. Right after the one about the alien penises and the one about the universal head movements.

I sigh inwardly. It's probably time to abandon my upcoming scientific career. It looks like I’ll have my hands full enough soon, anyway. After all, we’re starting our own Dryth-Drahta-human society. (With blackjack and hookers.) (Probably. Somehow.)

I watch Bane snatch both of Kay’s ankles, pull her legs straight up into the air and clean up her bottom. There, that’s already perfect daddy practice. If I’m not mistaken, that’s called ‘diaper position’.

Bane dunks the cloth into a little shallow bucket nearby, notices me watching, and gives me a look that says, ‘Stay right where you are. Your pussy and ass are next.’ I merely slow-blink at him in response and eat up the sight of his delectable body doing such delicious things to my alien girlfriend.

I make a mental note to tell Bane that I love that he’s here instead of hiding and also not wearing a loincloth. Am I a perv for enjoying the sight of his gash?

If so, then … Oh, well.

Hmm. I faintly remember telling him once that I would put my mouth on it and lick it for him. I may have been non-compos mentis right that moment way back when, having been spanked and fingered half to death and all, but it was – and is – still true.

This time, my sigh is outward and wishful. 
 
Rune’s eyes shift to me, then slide to Bane, then back to me. Kay, noticing his distraction, follows his line of sight. Now everyone’s looking at me. Waiting.

Well. No time like the present, right?

“Rune, Kay, my darlings. Would you do me a small favor?”

***

Twenty minutes later, I have decided that I am going to do that every. Single. Day. (If they let me.) Bane is on the daily menu from now on. And I’m going to rob Rune of his cock somehow and lick his spot as well. I’m going to build a contraption so that the Dryth in question won’t have to be held down by two other aliens while I lick him – not that I’m opposed to that aesthetic, it’s just for convenience’s sake. I could lure them with food, or pussy. Or ask them nicely. Or blackmail them. So long as they spread their legs and lie still enough for me to stick my tongue into their hole and to see them absolutely melt down for me.

I bounce these ideas off of Bane as he's making good on his previous nonverbal promise and cleaning me up. He seems just a little bit more... shaken than I know him. A little bit ruffled. Even as he handles me, his eyes keep straying towards Kay, who plays with the tip of her own tail and ignores him so pointedly that it makes me grin, and Rune, who is nursing a bite wound on his pec and a swollen lip with the air of someone who's polishing a prize cup.

“What do you think about that?” I ask Bane lightly after I run my sexy plans by him, playing with the tip of his tail, mirroring Kay.

Bane throws the cloth into the bucket, casually slides a moist finger up my ass, puts his thumb against my clit, and commands me to hump.

Turns out my pussy had one last orgasm to give today. An exhausting, stinging one that felt like my clit and cervix tried to hide, but Bane found them and made them submit to his will. Barbarian. (I love him.)

“Yeah, good answer,” I tell him with a weak, twitchy thumbs-up when he takes up the cloth again and begins the cleansing anew. “Good talk.”

That night, all four of us sleep, tails and soles and fingers touching, on our tatami-like mats that are suspiciously squishy in a couple of places.

Yet another thing that I want to do every. Single. Day.

I already love the future.


***TBC, one more time***