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   But if she went with Kaliq and Kamal would she even know what happened to Tante's academy?
Tante's academy
stuck in Eden's mind. Rising Moons would always be Tante's regardless of who became headmistress.

   Sighing, Eden turned her attention to the
Go
column. She willed herself not to censor her thoughts and wrote Fa
bulous sex
. But it was more than sex. It was the feeling of connection, of belonging that she'd miss most if she stayed at Rising Moons. Despite her deep affection for Colette—an affection they shared—Eden had no other true friends. The students her own age probably resented her. The Goddess knew Azura did! The younger ones probably thought her a snob. Which made staying at Rising Moons impossible—in any capacity except as a temporary lover to strange men

   She wished her men were here so she could question them about their home world. The very thought made her realize she'd made her decision. She didn't know what she would do on…whatever planet they came from, but she knew she no longer belonged at Rising Moons.

Eden, feeling as if she were floating on a cloud, awakened slowly. Someone had taken away her bedding. She could feel air caressing her naked flesh. It tickled a little, but soothed her as well. Sitting up, she discovered she was floating on thin air. She shrieked. ―D'dan! Stop this…this whatever it is this instant!‖ She lay back, impatiently tapping her fingers on her naked stomach.

   Then she remembered. She had agreed to this journey—Goddess blast all lists of pros and cons!

   Kamal floated into her sightline. Seeing his smug expression, she wanted to shriek again. Instead, refusing to let him see her fear and— unwarranted, she admitted—resentment, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and glared at the ceiling. It seemed as far away as the floor. Being suspended made her nauseous, but she swallowed the impulse to heave. She didn't intend to soil the bed she saw beneath her. With her luck,

she'd land in her own vomit.

   ―Good morning,‖ Kamal said, his voice flowing over her like honey.

   She closed her eyes.

   ―I think,‖ Kaliq said somewhere near her right ear, ―Eden doesn't want to talk to us.‖ His breath felt warm along her neck.

   ―Too bad. We'll keep her here until she listens.‖

   ―We'd all be more comfortable on the bed.‖

   ―I don't know, Kaliq. I can think of a dozen things—pleasurable things—we can do suspended. And far better than we could on a bed.‖

   ―Ahh. So can I.‖

   Their body heat flowed along her sides. She yearned for the touch of their warm flesh against hers. Only because I'm cold, she told herself.
This
chilly room…that'
s why my nipples are puckered
, but the chill didn't account for the warmth in her pussy or the emptiness she felt there.

   ―If…if I promise to listen will you release me?‖

   ―R
elease?
As in put you down?‖ Kaliq asked.

   Kamal said, ―Or
release
as in take you back to Venus? Leave you there?‖

   ―The first we could accomplish. Were we so inclined. Which we're not.‖

   ―Nor are we inclined to take you back to Venus.‖

   ―B-back?‖ Her mouth suddenly and painfully dry, she could barely ask the question. Her heart beat so hard, she feared it would pound out of her chest. She wouldn't survive another space flight! She'd die from fright.

   ―You've survived the worst of our trip, Eden.‖

   ―We've been in stasis until an hour ago.‖

   ―And if you're honest with yourself—‖

   ―You'll admit you weren't afraid.‖

   Opening her eyes, she glared at them. ―Because I didn't know we were Goddess only knows where!‖

   ―
We
know as well. We're in the Andromeda galaxy.‖

   ―Only ten days from home.‖

   Swiping unwanted tears from her cheeks, Eden wailed softly, ―Why? Why did you take me from everything I know?‖

   ―You belong with us.‖

   ―Don't you mean
to
you? You bought me, therefore—like a slave—I belong
to you.‖

   ―Would you prefer we'd left you on Venus?‖

   ―I should have thought longer about leaving. Can you offer anything better than what I've left behind?‖

   ―We think—‖

   ―We know we can.‖

   ―And we'll prove it.‖

   ―Right now.‖

   She tried to fend them off. Using hands, knees and feet, she slapped, pushed and kicked. They laughed. Catching her flailing arms and legs, they forced her to lie still. With her arms imprisoned at her sides while their powerful legs held hers spread wide, she watched their eyes turn black. Her juices seeped, dampening her curls.

   
Goddess! They haven't even kissed me, yet I am
weak with lust.

   Kamal kissed her ears, her eyes and her mouth. Tracing the seam of her lips, he coaxed them open
,
then swept his tongue inside. She tasted coffee and hints of mint and chocolate. She wanted more. More kisses, more hands, more…of everything.

   Kaliq stroked her breasts, his callused fingertips circling her distended nipples. Wanting those fingers to pinch and pluck, she arched her back and moaned.

   Their hands massaged her inner thighs, making her juices flow. Their rigid cocks pulsed and leaked pre-cum along her hips. She reached out, took their engorged shafts in her hands and stroked until they pushed her away.

   ―Tell us what you want, Eden.‖

   ―Tell us how to please you.‖

   ―I…I want you to suck my nipples. Yess. Like that. Lick them. B-bite…yesss!‖ She thrust her breasts at them, craving every suck, lick and bite. ―Harder. Sweeet Goddesss!‖

   ―Tell us, Eden.‖

   ―Tell us.‖

   Her fingers fisted in their hair, she begged. ―More. Harder. Goddess, I…am…commmming.‖

   One of them, entering her from the back, drove his cock into her spasming pussy. His hands clutched her breasts. His fingers pinched her aching nipples. The other lay atop her, thrusting his cock into her mouth, fingering and licking her clit. She squeezed his balls. Their cries, her moans, rent the air. Their sweat and musk scented it as well. Like wild beasts, their bodies writhed and bucked, skin sliding over skin, demanding more. Craving more.
Les
petites
mortes—t
hose little deaths—building, fusing into one giant orgasm. Eden felt as if she had shattered into a thousand pulsing pieces, each piece surrounded by sated male voices and hot male flesh.

   ―It isn't fair,‖ Eden complained when she'd recovered her voice. ―You don't even have to touch me and I…‖ Feeling a blush stealing over her entire body, she bit back the rest.

   ―Feel every muscle tighten as if I might jump out of my skin,‖ Kamal filled in. Eden felt his arms tighten around her. Safe haven. Home.

   ―Have my cock harden like a board.‖ Kaliq's hand stroked down her belly and his flaccid shaft stiffened along her arm. She could still taste his cum on her lips and tongue.

   ―Not exactly.‖ Eden laughed
,
then said, ―My nipples swell like your cock, Kaliq. But,‖ she looked at Kamal, ―my muscles feel like mush— soft and pulpy and incapable of movement.‖

   ―Your mouth goes dry.‖

   She licked her lips.

   ―While your cunt gets wetter and wetter.‖ She shifted her legs, holding in Kamal's cum and her own juices as they seeped down her thighs.

   ―Stop it!‖ she scolded, barely restraining a laugh. ―You know very well what you do to me. Without even touching me.‖ She chewed her lower lip. ―I… Despite all my training, I lose my dignity when you enter the room.‖

   ―Is your dignity that important?‖

   Eden sighed. Regret for everything she'd lost clogged her throat. ―For someone who hoped to replace Tante when she retired, yes. For someone who eventually wanted to teach, dignity is critical. Students respect dignity.‖ Blinking back tears, she asked, ―What is keeping us floating up here?‖

   ―Force field.‖

   The men pointed and they all gently floated to the bed. Each slipping an arm under her, they snuggled her. A little heartache eased out with her sigh.

   ―There's something—among the many things I don't understand—I need to know,‖ Eden said softly, questioningly. Even barely touching them, she could feel their reluctance. And yet again she sensed their silent communication. ―You're talking to each other, aren't you? But I can't hear you. That's unfair and rude.‖

   They flinched
, t
hen sighed.

   Kamal, still looking hesitant, took the lead. ―Kaliq and I are almost twins. Our father made love to our mothers and planted his seed in them on the same night.‖

   ―Practically at the same moment,‖ Kaliq

interjected.

   ―Certainly within a very short time,‖ Kamal corrected.

   ―Our births occurred in the same manner. Kamal's only one minute before my own.‖

   They looked at her as if that explained everything. Saying nothing, Eden stared back.

   Raking his hair, Kaliq said, ―Studies have shown that twins have an incredible connection to each other.‖

   ―Even those separated at birth and raised lightyears apart feel each other's emotions. Sometimes that connection is so intense, they can
hear
each other's thoughts.‖

   After a long moment Eden said, ―Even though you have different mothers, came from different eggs…you can share your thoughts?‖ They nodded. ―Are your mothers related?‖ Anything to support the impossible.

   ―No,‖ they said together.

   ―We know of at least twenty more like us on Al Sufi, our home world. Some are of different sexes—male and female.‖

   ―But most are the same sex.‖

   ―Like you.‖ Frowning, feeling frightened and repulsed at even thinking such a thing, she asked, ―Can you hear my thoughts?‖

   ―No.‖

   ―Sometimes it must seem as if we can. When we touch you—‖

   ―Which is what got us into this—‖ mess, she thought, but said, ―situation in the first place.‖

   They grinned, making her wonder if they'd lied about reading her mind.

   ―Which is the first question I meant to ask you. Does your touch arouse every woman? Rob her of all common sense?‖

   ―While we might wish that were true—‖

   ―It isn't. It happens only when we—and those like us—‖

   ―Touch our soul mate.‖

   ―Oh…my.‖

   ―Kamal sensed it when we received Tante's invitation,‖ Kaliq admitted reluctantly.

   ―You sensed it could be Azura. We knew, however, the only way to
know
was to touch you both.‖

   ―Intimately.‖

   ―Before the auction ended.‖

   Her inclination to forgive them for seducing her into leaving Rising Moons vanished. ―So! Azura was late for breakfast the other morning because you'd taken her to some private room and—‖

   ―No!‖ they shouted.

   ―We knew the first night that Azura wasn't the one.‖

   ―Her touch never made lust so much as flicker.‖

   ―Yours lit an inferno.‖

   Not knowing if she could believe them, Eden kept silent.

   ―Maybe we should tell Eden a little about her new home,‖ Kamal suggested.

   ―You mean how green the countryside is? How several natural moons cast their silvery light over various parts of our home world?‖

   ―About those things, aye. And the blueprints awaiting her approval. The shovel our sisters designed for Eden to break ground with.‖

   ―B-blueprints? Shovels?

   ―For the school we're hoping to have built for you and your respectful students.‖

   ―Don't forget the fifty bedroom house we've already had built.‖

   ―Oh…my. You think we will have that many students at one time?‖

   ―By the Goddess, we hope not.‖

   ―Not at first anyway.‖

   ―Then why so many bedrooms?‖

   ―So that—before you take on any students—‖

   ―We can make love to you…‖

   ―In every bed.‖

   ―On every divan and table.‖

   ―In every room in the entire house.‖

   Just the thought of making love with them on one bed renewed her craving for them. ―Y-you want to make love?‖

   ―Isn't that what humans do when they…‖

   ―Care for someone more than somewhat?‖

   ―Y-you love me?‖ Even to herself she sounded breathless.