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Needing to touch them, Mirian carefully navigated Furu’s
surprisingly soft tentacles with her fingertips, the living strands wrapping
around her hand and nudging into her palm. He moaned against her breast, gazing
up at her with crimson eyes, his eyelids heavy, his expression blissful.

“Do you like that?” She stroked his unusual hair, playing
with the tentacles.

“He loves that,” Xan answered for Furu. “You touch him. I’ll
touch you.” He slid his big hand lower and curved his fingers over her mons,
flattening her wild curls, dipping his fingertips into her moisture. “You’re
already wet for us, female.”

Mirian’s face heated. “I’m always wet for you.”

“For both of us.” Xan slid two large fingers into her pussy,
his calloused skin skimming along her intimate flesh, leaving a trail of heat.
She shamelessly spread her thighs wider, silently asking for more, and Xan
obligingly pumped her, coaxing her desire higher and higher.

“Yes, fuck me with your fingers.” She lifted her hips into
each thrust of his hand, riding his palm, reaching for an ecstasy she knew he
could give her.

“Taste her, Furu.” Xan pulled his fingers out of her pussy,
the juicy pop embarrassingly loud, and he held them out to his lover, his skin glistening.

Furu sucked on Xan’s fingertips, slowly, thoroughly savoring
every drop. Mirian wiggled, brushing her ass against the grass, yearning for
their chef’s approval, desiring more stroking, more fingers.

“Delicious.” Furu smacked his lips. “Sweeter than the
sweetest fruit. After I’ve sucked your pussy dry, Xan will lick your delicate
pink folds clean.”

She squirmed, yearning for multiple mouths on her pussy, one
grim and one smiling, the longing making her reckless and daring, ready to
promise anything. “I’ll suck you dry first.” She shifted her gaze to Xan. “Both
of you.”

Xan’s lips curved upward, his joy carving years off his
face. “You’re an unnatural female.” He pulled her upright, the torch trees
casting a glow over his muscles, accentuating his strength.

“She’s our unnatural female.” Furu stroked his long, thin
cock, his body lean. “We’ll fill her with our seed.”

They kneeled before her, fisting their cocks, two powerful
men at her mercy, waiting for her to please them. Mirian wrapped her fingers
around Furu’s shaft and he bobbed. She grasped Xan with her other hand. The big
man shuddered, his shoulders shaking.

“You truly want me.” She gazed at them with wonder as she
ran her palms up and down their cocks, the physical representation of their need,
hard and pulsing and undeniable. “You have each other yet you want me.”

“I want you both,” Xan confirmed. “I want you and I want
Furu.” He rubbed his shaft against Furu’s, leaving a trail of pre-cum across
his pale skin. “Even greater than I did before.”

“Yes.” Furu met Xan’s gaze, his eyes glowing with emotion.
“You make us more, not less, stronger, not weaker.” He stood serenely still,
his spine rigidly straight, his bearing aristocratic and regal. “You are our
center.”

“A hot, moist center.” Xan rocked into her hand, unabashed
with his responses. “Lick me, Mirian.”

“I’ll lick both of you.” She swiped her tongue over Xan’s
cock head and he jerked. “Your turn.” Mirian scooped up Furu’s pre-cum.
“Yours.” She lapped at Xan. “And yours.” She moved from cock to cock, licking
and sucking while pumping their shafts with her hands, their excitement feeding
hers.

“Take us both.” Xan pressed his tip to Furu’s.

She opened her mouth wide and sucked on their cock heads,
her lips stretched around their flesh. Her males groaned and she cupped their
balls, squeezing gently.

“Unnatural.” Xan’s chest heaved, his muscles rippling. “Show
me how you sucked Furu.” He pulled away, shuffling backward.

Mirian inhaled Furu’s long, thin shaft, grazing his skin
with her teeth, his salty taste coating her tongue. His cock head tapped the
back of her throat and she tilted her head, taking him completely, sealing her
lips around his base.

“Fuck.” Xan fisted his shaft, his knuckles white and his
grip intense. “That small, pink mouth took all of your long white cock.” He
yanked on his huge cock, masturbating, waiting for his turn, appearing as
achingly alone as she’d once been.

Mirian gazed up at Furu, her heart pounding with fear and
excitement. The handsome
Balazoid
didn’t move, allowing her complete
control.

As he allowed me control during our last encounter. This
isn’t new. I’ve sucked Furu’s cock and Xan has fucked my pussy.

The big Dreck’s face twisted with want and need. His hands
moved faster, working his shaft with a vengeance.

Mirian released Furu’s cock. “Don’t you dare release in the
dirt, warrior.” She lowered onto her hands and knees, the ground soft yet solid
under her. “Not when I have an empty pussy to fill.” She widened her stance,
offering them more than she’d ever offered any male.

“Furu…first,” Xan huffed, her generous warrior’s voice
strained.

“Both of you at the same time.” She wiggled her ass, wanting
to do this before fear overrode her decision. “Fuck my pussy while I suck your
lover’s cock.” Mirian leaned forward, brushing her lips against Furu’s tip.

“This scares you.” Furu gazed down at her, his eyes soft
with concern.

“I
am
scared but I want to do this.” Mirian forced a
smile, trying to reassure him. “I want my two males inside me.” She slid her
lips over his cock head, concentrating on sucking him, pleasing him and not on
the big male behind her.

Xan gripped her hips, his fingers rough and reassuring. “You
can handle this, female.” He prodded her pussy, his size daunting.

Can I?
Doubts bubbled in Mirian’s mind.
What am I
doing?
I can barely handle him alone.
She sucked harder.

Xan thrust, burying his cock deep inside her pussy, and
Furu’s cock head slammed against the back of her throat, smothering her scream.
She’d never been so full, so connected, a long cock plugging her mouth and a
bigger cock stretching her pussy.

“Unnatural,” Xan muttered, his voice low and arousing.

Mirian tilted her hips, flexing her inner muscles, and Xan’s
cock slid deeper, invading her, owning her. She swallowed, her throat
convulsing around Furu’s cock, and the
Balazoid
groaned, his fingers
curling and his thighs shaking.

Xan pulled out, and Mirian leaned back into him, desperate
to regain their link. Furu’s cock glided along her tongue, his form motionless
and constant, a guiding star in the uncertainty of space.

“Beautiful.” Xan rammed into her, pushing her forward,
impaling her mouth on Furu’s cock, her entire body pulsing from pussy to lips.
“Ours.” He eased out. “Forever.” He surged into her, his hips smacking Mirian’s
ass, her lips kissing Furu’s base.

Xan grunted as he rode her, every thrust and every
withdrawal relayed to Furu through her body, Mirian serving as the loving
conduit between the two males. Furu remained still, a high-pitched drone
escaping his throat, blood dripping from his fists.

Xan used her body with a thrilling urgency, his fingertips
digging into her hips and his balls slapping against the back of her thighs.
Mirian undulated between the two males, blocked by hard muscle, passion
swirling around them, as dark and fierce as the night sky, their three forms
melding into one.

“I can’t. Fuck. Sorry. I can’t.” Furu twisted his fingers in
her long hair, pinpricks of stimulating pain shooting along her skull, and he
lunged into her mouth.

Stars.
Mirian dug her fingertips into the blue earth,
desperately holding on to the planet she loved, her form ravished by two
muscular males, her lips throbbing and her pussy juices dripping down her inner
thighs.

She was no longer alone, unwanted and forgotten. She was
their center, the focus of their universes, that heady realization driving her
desire higher.

“Come for us, Mirian.” Xan bent over her body, his chest
sliding along her spine, his arms planted by her shoulders, caging her, keeping
her safe and theirs forever.

“Come,” Furu repeated Xan’s command, pulling her to him, his
cool demeanor blasted to pieces by their shared hailstorm of desire. “Come.
Come. Come.” As he chanted, their thrusts harmonized, her body compressed
between them. “Come.”

Xan raked his teeth over her shoulder, Furu yanked on her
hair, and Mirian exploded, bucking wildly, biting down on Furu’s cock and
clenching her pussy muscles around Xan’s shaft.

Xan roared, driving his hips forward, and Furu rammed his
cock into her mouth. Hot jets of cum spurted down her throat and into her
pussy, setting off a second wave of mind-blowing ecstasy, her body flushing hot
and cold, her world flashing light and dark.

Mirian swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, sucking on
Furu, while Xan shuddered and shook, rubbing his body against hers, grinding
his scent into her skin.

“Fuck.” Xan collapsed, flattening her, Furu’s cock popping
out of her mouth. Mirian squeaked, tasting grass and dirt, his weight
unbearable.

“You’re squishing her.” Furu pushed the warrior off Mirian.

“Too damn delicate, both of you.” Xan reached out and
dragged Mirian over his heaving chest. “Come here,
Balazoid
.” He yanked
on Furu’s arm and tucked the smaller male beside her. “Better?” He closed his
eyes, a small smile curling his lips.

“Better.” Mirian rested her cheek on his chest and gazed at
Furu, overwhelmed by his male beauty, his profile even more breathtaking by
torch tree light. “I could look at you all night.”

Xan snorted, and a slash of red shot over Furu’s white
cheekbones. “There are other males better looking than I am.” He brushed her
hair away from her face, his touch achingly gentle.

“Not on
Viridi
.” She grinned.

“No, not on
Viridi
.” Furu smiled and Xan chuckled,
their joy coiling around Mirian, their tight circle of companionship now
including her.

I’m no longer on the outside looking in. I’m no longer
alone.
She snuggled against Xan’s big body, her gaze remaining fixed on
Furu’s handsome face, a soul-deep contentment warming her.

Chapter Six

Furu crouched by the racing stream, clasping a planet core
tester in his right hand. His pants clung to his body, the leather
uncomfortable, ill-fitted for the planet’s hot humid climate. Perspiration
beaded over his skin. His
verme
lifted, sensing Mirian’s approach before
he did.

She padded toward him, her quick, light footsteps easily
recognizable.
Our breeder.
Furu glanced up, openly admiring her lithe
feminine form, the gentle sway of her hips and the welcoming smile on her
beautiful face. A warmth spread over his chest, a feeling of acceptance, of home,
coiling around him as tightly as one of her frequent embraces.

“Is Xan still exploring the valley?” He prodded the blue
soil with his handheld device, unsurprised by Xan’s extended absence, their
Dreck lover happily leaving them to their science, returning only for food and
sex and sleep.

“Yes.” Creases lined Mirian’s tanned forehead, her concern
for Xan reassuring Furu, none of his father’s breeders having ever exhibited
that emotion. “He’ll be safe,” she added, as though convincing herself, the
warrior well able to take care of himself. “Steve will watch out for him.”

“Will he?” Furu glanced at the plant looming above them,
watching their activities. Steve waved a leaf, his gesture too flippant to be
taken seriously, the new truce between the two dominant beings tenuous.

“He will.” Mirian stroked Steve’s stem and the plant
preened, straightening to his full height. “You’ve been on
Viridi
for
thirty-six days. If Steve had wanted Xan dead, he would have killed him by
now.”

“Thirty-six days.” Furu frowned at the reading, the acidity
levels by the stream lower as Mirian had predicted. “You’ve been keeping
track.”
Is that a good sign or a bad sign?
His lips twisted, his
knowledge of females and their thought processes limited.

“We’re scientists.” Red streaked across her tanned cheeks.
“Tracking information is what we do.” Mirian leaned over him, her hair falling
forward, the soft tendrils caressing his arm, and she recorded the reading onto
her tablet. “That has decreased since yesterday.”

Furu studied their surroundings, searching for a possible
explanation. An imprint three bodies wide flattened the long grass by the
shore, not even the sound of rushing water having been loud enough to drown out
this morning’s cries of sexual fulfillment. Orange-striped melon hung heavy on
the trees, ripe and ready to be made into a
Viridi
version of
botellus
,
Mirian’s favorite dessert. The leaves of the majestic torch trees rustled in
the hot breeze, insects buzzing around their branches.

“The stream is higher.” He offered as one possibility, the
ground spongy under his boots, rain having fallen during the night. “We’ll
record the water levels and determine if there’s a correlation.”

“That’s a solid theory.” Mirian’s brown eyes shone, lit with
a gold glimmer of approval, and Furu’s chest filled with pride, the
intellectual alignment between them solidifying their bond.

“We’ll need something to measure with.” She searched through
the pack she’d left by Steve’s base, tucking the tablet into a side pocket.
“Will this do?” She held up a strip of pink leather similar to the piece
wrapped around her breasts.

“For now.” Furu stood. “We’ll ask Xan to craft us a tool.”
He placed the planet core tester carefully on a boulder, making a mental note
to retrieve and clean it later.

“That will also second as a weapon in case of attack.”
Mirian grinned at Furu and Furu grinned back, sharing her amusement, Xan’s need
to give every tool a lethal purpose an ongoing joke between them. “Are you
testing or recording the water levels?”

Waves gushed over the stream’s swollen banks, the water
moving quickly. “Testing.” Furu unfastened his boots, removing them, unwilling
to risk Mirian’s safety. “Don’t stand too close to the banks.” He peeled his
pant legs upward, the leather tight.

“I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve fallen in before. I
don’t plan to fall in again.”

She has fallen in before.
Furu waded through the deep
water, the raging current tugging at his calves.
She could have drowned.
His heart squeezed, the thought unbearable. “You won’t fall in again. You’re to
go nowhere near any stream, not unless one of us is with you.” As the words
left his mouth, he realized how illogical, how unlike a
Balazoid
, he
sounded.

“You’re becoming as controlling as Xan,” Mirian grumbled.
She tossed him the leather strip, holding on to one end.

He caught it and wrapped it around his forearm. “You’re our
breeder.” She released the strip.

“Yes, yes, I’m your breeder.” Mirian paced the banks, her
legs long and shapely. “And I knew what I was getting into when I took that role.”

Had she known what being a breeder entailed?
Furu
crossed the width of the stream, searching for the perfect spot to test.
Is
she having regrets?
He slipped on a rock and fell on one knee, pain
shooting up his leg, water soaking his pants. “This is impossible.” He pushed
himself upward.

“It is,” she readily agreed. “I’ve been thinking that for
the last couple of days.”

Furu stilled, a wave of bone-deep cold rushing over his
body. “Have you?” He forced the words past his constricted throat, his lips dry,
a trickle of perspiration sliding along his spine.

“I know tradition and following
Balazoid
ways is
important to you and I’ve tried to look the other way.” Mirian waved her hands
in his direction, her agitation escalating. “But this is ridiculous, Furu. This
is
Viridi
, not
Balazoid
. You have to change.”

Change. I’ll never again change for my father.
Furu
bowed his head, staring at the swirling eddies of water around his legs.
But
this would be for Mirian. We can’t lose her. Xan and I won’t survive.
“I can
change.”

“You’ll change?” Mirian’s mouth dropped open.

“Yes.” Furu raised his head and met her gaze, hiding his
gut-wrenching fear under a cold, emotionless mask, desperately hoping his offer
was enough to keep her. “For you or for Xan, I’ll change.”

“That’s wonderful.” She smiled widely and Furu’s worries
vanished, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Wait here.” Mirian dashed away
from the shore.

Whatever she asks of me, I’ll do.
Furu breathed
deeply, in and out, in and out, standing in the stream wet and uncomfortable
and hopeful.
I left Balazoid for Xan. Anything Mirian requests will be minor
in comparison.

Mirian returned, her brown curls sticking to her flushed
face. “Here.” She tossed a scrap of pink leather at him. “Wear this.”

He spread the leather out. “A cock sling?”

Her face turned a vivid shade of red. “
Viridi
is hot
and humid. Your pants aren’t practical. I thought this would be more
comfortable. I had the leather already tanned and…”

“You made this.” Furu touched tiny stitches too uneven to have
been done by machine. “By hand.” He swallowed the lump of emotion in his
throat, able to count the number of presents he’d been given by others on his
fingers. “For me.”

“When Xan finishes repairing the replicator, I’ll craft
something nicer.”

“No, you won’t.” He waded toward her, measuring the water
levels forgotten, all of his attention on his little breeder, her wonderful
gift clutched in his hands.

“Oh.” Her plump bottom lip curled into an adorable pout.
“You don’t have to change into the cock sling if you don’t want to. I can’t
make you.”

“But you can.” Furu staggered onto the shore, his pants
weighed down with moisture. “You can make me do anything. I’d change everything
I am for you.”

“Why would I want you to change anything?” Grooves appeared
between her eyebrows. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

She thinks I’m perfect, beautiful.
Furu stripped, his
pants sticking painfully to his skin.
Our unnatural female.
“Help me
with this, Mirian.” He held out the cock sling.

She kneeled before him, her eyes shining. “I’d rather help
you with this.” Mirian ran one of her slender fingers from the tip of his hard
cock to his base, spreading his pre-cum over his pale skin. Furu pressed his
lips together, his gratitude flowing into desire, her touch exquisite.

Mirian wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “Because I
didn’t design the cock sling, as you call it, to be worn while you’re in this
state.” She pumped him slowly, sensuously, as though she had all of the time in
the world to love him.

To love me.
Furu gazed down at her, enthralled by her
stroking, his fingers twisting her gift. “You should have.” He rocked into her
hands, his skin drying, warming. “I’m always in this state around you.”

“Around me or Xan.” She grinned. “I made him a cock sling
also.” Mirian nibbled on her bottom lip as she slid her hands up and down his
shaft. “Do you think he’ll change out of his leather?”

“For you, yes,” Furu answered without hesitation, their
warrior lover as smitten with their breeder as he was.

“Good.” Mirian exhaled with a whoosh of breath, as though
she questioned their commitment to her. Furu placed his free hand on top of her
brown frizzy curls, gripping the cock sling with his other hand, unable to
release the present.

“I want you both to be comfortable.” She brushed her
knuckles across his balls.

“Comfortable,” Furu repeated, his brain disconnecting from
his mouth, the blood in his body rushing to his cock.

She worked him harder, faster, sweeping his tip with her
thumbs, grazing his shaft with her fingernails. He groaned, pushing into her
strokes, his balls aching, ready to explode, Mirian bringing him quickly to the
point of no return and then dangling him over the edge, torturing him.

“Please, Mirian,” he begged, having no pride left, her
kindness, her caring, her passion stripping that from him, laying his emotions
as bare as his body, no cold mask to hide behind.

“Release for me, Furu.” She looked up at him, their gazes
met, and she pushed her pursed lips over his cock head.

“Mirian!” he bellowed, thrusting forward, his seed shooting
into her hot mouth in raw, ragged spurts. She swallowed, her lips tugging on
his cock, coaxing every last drop from him, and he shuddered, his shoulders
shaking.

“Mirian,” Furu murmured, dropping to his knees in front of
her, humbled by her generosity. “I’d do anything for you.” He brushed her hair
back and pressed his lips to her forehead, tasting the salt of her skin.

“I know you would.” She wrapped her arms around him and
hugged him to her, his chest flattening her breasts. “But don’t wear the cock
sling if you don’t like it.”

“I don’t like it,” Furu replied and she sucked her breath
in. “I love it.” He sprinkled kisses over her beautiful face, an action no
Balazoid
would ever indulge in.

Because no Balazoid ever had a breeder like ours.
Furu
smiled
.

* * * * *

Twilight had stretched its shadowy fingers across their camp
when Xan finally returned from his explorations, stomping into the clearing,
his face dark and his lips pressed together.

He’s in a murderous mood.
Mirian waited for him to
speak, unwilling to aggravate him further, Xan always taking responsibility for
more than he should.

“Where’s dinner?” Furu asked, having no such discretion. The
handsome
Balazoid
wore the cock sling she’d sewn for him, the pink
straps disappearing between his pale ass cheeks.

“I caught six
amani
today.” Xan slammed a log into
the fire ring, ashes flying upward, coating the rocks. “Six and he,” he waved
his big hand at Steve, “ate all of them, leaving nothing for us.” Steve flicked
his leaves defiantly and Xan’s face hardened even more. “If he hadn’t saved
your life, Furu, I’d start this fire with his vines.” He sat down with a thump
on a boulder.

“Hmmm…” The
Balazoid
adjusted his cock sling, his
bulge impressively large. Xan’s gaze dropped, lingering on the pink leather,
and his forehead wrinkled.

“Steve shouldn’t have eaten all of the
amani
.” Mirian
glared at the plant, blaming him for ruining an otherwise wonderful day. “He
knew you had caught them for us.” Steve shrugged his vines, showing no signs of
remorse.

Xan continued to stare at Furu. “What in the stars are you
wearing,
Balazoid
?” he thundered.

He hates it.
Tears pricked Mirian’s eyes. All of her
spare time over the past ten days had been spent crafting the simple garments.

“A cock sling,” Xan declared, the pride in his voice
reassuring her.
At least he likes it.
“Mirian made it for me. See.” He
pulled on the waistband.

Xan leaned over and studied the leather. “The seams are
crooked.” Mirian’s face heated, her talent at sewing admittedly rudimentary,
the primitive skill self-taught.

“She made it for me
by hand
.” Furu beamed, twisting
his body to examine the cock sling from all angles. “Because she was thinking
of me and wanted me to be comfortable.”

Hot emotion flashed in Xan’s red eyes. “She made it for you
because you’re a scientist,” he sneered, verbally striking out at Furu.
“Warriors don’t care about comfort.”

Xan swung his legs over the rock, turning his body until his
back faced them, his broad shoulders shaking, anger radiating from him.

“Especially Dreck warriors,” he rumbled, Mirian straining to
hear his words. “We have to be twice as tough to survive.” He extracted two
daggers from his thigh sheaths, the light of the torch trees reflecting off the
blades.

Furu nudged Mirian’s shoulder. She looked up at him. He
twitched his head in Xan’s direction and snapped the leg straps of the cock
sling.