Possibilities

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Warning: I plan on at least 2 more chapters but, will NOT be able to for a couple of weeks...so hang on there and check back later.


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Chapter 3

Kir watched the other warrior enter the sleeping room in the amber lighting. He was already naked and carried his weapons belt in one hand while the other gingerly cradled his ball sack. Kir could sympathize with the ache that would be twisting them and every step in Salek smooth glide must seem jarring. The moist air was heavy with their past scents of arousal and the smell of sex permeated the sleeping room. And now Salek's was added to the intoxicating mix. Kir watched the other warrior approach though heavy lidded eyes and admired the other's muscles rolling under the dark swirled skin and the slight bobbing of the long hard shaft of his erection. Salek's black dreads flowed over his sleek shoulders and the metal bands glinted in the low lighting. As Salek paused to hang his weapon belt on a support post at the foot of the sleeping pad the two males exchanged a long look. Kir knew his was sated and content while Salek's gleamed with lust and anticipation. Then Salek's eyes dropped to the Ooman female's form as it sprawled before him.

Kir quietly moved away from Sam, he did not want to spoil this first time for the other male. But he did not move far as he was definitely going to make sure he had a fantastic view. Easing up the sleeping pad, Kir sat back against the raised head of the frame as Salek crept onto the pad and slowly stalked the still recovering female on his hands and knees. When Salek's head was hovering over and between her spread thighs he stopped and stared at the golden fur damp with the juices of Kir's and Sam's orgasms. Kir saw him breath deeply and the other's mandibles curled and flared. Then the massive body lowered and eased between the pale quivering thighs. Salek's sharp teeth opened in a silent snarl and his long tongue unfurled to lick Sam's soft folds. Kir shivered in delight at this, he knew how talented the other male was with this particular appendage.

They both heard Sam gasp and then moan as her reawakened arousal scented the air all around them. Her back arched and her curves of flesh rose and fell as she panted. Her fists gripped the bedding under her and her rounded hips raised to press against Salek's mouth. Both males listened to small whimpering noises as her hips began a rolling rhythm and she drew her knees up to plant her feet flat against the sleeping pad. With interest Kir noticed she had a gleaming band of gold around one slender toe and wondered what other details he had missed. He decided he must examine her more thoroughly in the near future. He also enviously wondered how she tasted as Salek's tongue dipped into the Ooman's vagina and explored there. Sam had splayed her thighs further apart and her hands released the bed coverings to stroke and fondle Salek's dreads. Kir heard Salek's tortured growl and saw the other male press his straining erection into the sleeping pad. Salek's black claws grasp Sam's pale thighs and drew them over his sleek muscled shoulders and Kir knew the signs well as the other male prepared to feast.

Salek's upper mandibles flared out and gently anchored in the curling feminine fur as his lower pair stretched to grip the soft curves of the Ooman's buttocks. Holding her hips firmly Salek thrust his tongue in and out of the wet warmth of Sam's inner core. Kir saw Sam's feet restlessly stroke Salek's naked back as her head thrashed on the sleeping pad and her gold braids tangle. Her gaze staring sightlessly at the the ceiling, Kir knew from past experience that all her attention was centered on the sensations of Salek's skilled tongue. Finally it withdrew and Sam panted and relaxed as Salek's tongue explored all of her soft folds more thoroughly. Kir almost chirped out loud with amusement when it was obvious that the other male discovered the hidden hard nubbin. Sam shrieked and her body suddenly tensed and arched in the air. The overwhelming scent of arousal left no doubt to her traitorous body's reaction.

Kir observed Salek place his tongue tip on this hardened piece of flesh and suck. Sam arched higher on the sleeping pad and Kir smelled her orgasm as it broke over her body in shuddering waves. Salek lapped at the renewed flow of fluid and Kir heard his pleased chittering as his tongue delved deep. Kir did not know how long the other male would have lingered, licking up the juices of Sam's release for the female tightened her lax grip in Salek's dreads and tugged.

"Inside me, inside me now!" She demanded.

Salek rose to kneel between Sam's trembling thighs, his huge hands sliding down to grip her behind her knees. Kir saw him gently push the slighter form of the female until her back curved to a crescent shape and her hips were raised high. Salek's gaze was hot and hungry as he stared at the Ooman's pussy that was gleaming from the mixture of his saliva, her orgasms and Kir's semen. Sam was fisting the coverings again, her breasts bobbing with her panting breaths. Kir noticed her nipples had hardened again and darkened and wondered what they tasted like, how they would feel under his curling tongue and if Sam would like it if his tongue tip sucked on them. His shaft stirred and his balls that had just started to recede dropped again in arousal and began to refill.

Kir watched as Salek rubbed the crown of his erection over the Ooman's soft folds and appeared delighted at her helpless begging mixed with nasty threats of retaliation. It seemed that Sam's working as a dock loader had broaden her vocabulary with words that the Yautyjas did not recognize. Salek braced his knees and spread her thighs wider as he placed the blunt head of his cock against her feminine opening and pushed. Kir saw him pause and raise his gaze to frown and the two males began to chitter. Salek was concerned at her tightness and feared hurting her. Kir moved to beside the other male and reached for the base of Salek's cock to squeeze the special gland that released their body's natural lubricant. Kir saw Salek's mandibles flare as his body shot short spurts of fluid into the Ooman's waiting wet warmth. Kir withdrew to rest on his elbows as the other male began to sheath himself slowly into the female's clenching channel.

Taking a shuddering deep breath, Salek paused when he was buried fully inside the female, his ball sack pressed snug against the curves of her ass. Kir observed him wallowing in the sensation before relenting to Sam's tender urgings of " MOVE, damn you!"

Salek began a slow stroking, stopping for a few moments when fully sheathed before withdrawing again to return. This did not suit Sam, who shared her opinion. She finally threatened to leave if he did not 'pick up the pace'. Kir was curious on how she was going to attempt this. But, her threat seemed to work because Salek's strokes changed to faster thrusting as he leaned forward. He released her knees but kept her legs draped over the crook of his elbows as his hands braced on the sleeping pad. Kir saw Sam eagerly reach to bury her hands once again in Salek's dreads. Her caressing fingers in his sensitive hair seemed unravel Salek's self-control. Salek's soft grunts echoed Sam's whimpers as he began pumping in and out of her clinging core, his hips slamming against the cradle of her hips.

Breathing deeply, Kir savored the scents of their combined desire and his own began to rise to match it. But, he knew this time he would stay an observer. Not only would trying to join in be unfair to his lover but, it could scare away the Ooman. And after tonight that was something he wanted to avoid at all cost.

He watched her all pale and panting with the other Hunter's darker muscular body plundering her hidden depths. Sam's head was thrown back on the cushion and her gold braids spilled across the sleeping pad. Kir reached and stroked them, safe knowing she would not feel his touch but unable to totally distance himself from the desire surrounding all of them. His other hand reached to wrap around his own shaft and started to squeeze and stroke himself. He watched Salek's face which was hard and tight with lust and hunger, his mandibles tightly curled. The sheen of sweat on the sleek skin and the roll of muscles and tendons. The sharp black claws digging into the sleeping pad and the contrast of dark dreads and pale Ooman skin. The flex of this lover's ass as Salek's hips pistoned with an increasing rhythm. Salek surged at a sharper angle and both males heard Sam's cry as another orgasm swept through her. Kir remember what her wet clenching warmth felt like and his fingers tightened around himself and he fisted harder. Sam was lost in the sensations racing through her body and was oblivious to Salek's attention switching from her to the quiet male laying beside her.

Salek's gray eyes met Kir's and he growled in their own language. "Both my lovers will come for me, before I find my release."

The smell of Sam's orgasm deep in his straining lungs and Salek's demanding gaze on him, Kir stroked his shaft swifter. He felt his balls tighten as draw up close to his body as the familiar tingling started low in his spine. Never breaking his lover's gaze, Kir fingers clenched in the gold braids as shudders wracked his body. Thick pale green semen spurted from his cock and showered onto his belly and chest. Kir body was trying to recover as his hand slowly continued to pump his cock now coated with his cum. He watched through dazed eyes as Salek shifted Sam's limp leg to his shoulder and reached out. Salek dipped a clawed fingertip into the warm seed on Kir's chest and sucked it into his mouth. Seeing this triggered Kir's second release and cool semen splashed low on his stomach. Settling deeper into Sam's relaxed body Salek gave several strong surges and then Kir scented the darker hunter's orgasm even as Salek's roar shattered through the room.

This caused Sam to stir and she raised her hands to run them over the massive chest shuddering above her. Kir watched Salek's hips helplessly continue to pump as she grasped and pinch the male nipples that the Ooman discovered by touch in the camouflaged colored shin. Kir watched through heavy lidded eyes as Salek's second orgasm emptied its cooler seed deep into the female's warmth.

With a shuddering groan, Salek gently withdrew his softening cock and collapsed on the far side of Sam. The quietness of the room was only filled by all of their labored breathing.

Kir almost felt, rather than heard, Sam ready herself to speak. His massive body tensed as he waited, hoping she was not going to voice any regrets. His body relaxed and his mandibles uncurled as she asked,"Umm...guys..could I get help soon to go to the cleaning room...'cause I can't move yet..and I gotta.."

Kir could smell embarrassment mixing with the fading scents of their passion. Kir heaved his tired body up and scooped Sam into his arms to carry into the other room. He chittered with amusement as she shooed him out and only entered again when he heard the steam cleaner starting. He saw Sam fiddling with the controls through the clear panels and joined her in the large cubicle. He sensed her unsureness but just handed Sam her sponge and cleaning gels before reaching for his own. Kir was worried about her falling when the floor became slippery from the warm steam gently blasting over their bodies. Also he did not want the Ooman to dwell on what had just happened in case second thoughts started running through her mind. He instead questioned her about the accident and she latched onto the topic eagerly. Spilling out details to his probing, she even relaxed enough to steady herself with a hand on his lower back as she stretched to wash her own. Kir reached and took the sponge from her and gently turned Sam to do this for her. She hesitated a moment before agreeing silently to his unspoken request.

He longed to explore all that moist pale skin before him but Kir kept his touch and manner causal as he soaped her smooth back. He was afraid she would take it as sexual and did not want her to feel overwhelmed with constant demands. Sam did not know enough about their kind to realize his balls had withdrawn and could not drop again so soon. She was still chattering as they stepped from the cubicle and handed him one of her fluffy pieces of fabric. Kir assumed Oomans did not sleep damp and certainly wanted to sleep with her so he followed her example in drying himself. As they entered the sleeping room Salek had just finished changing the covers on the sleeping pad. He past them on his way to his own turn in the cleaning cubicle and Kir knew the temperature the other Hunter preferred would roast the skin off a Hard Meat.

Sam paused at the edge of the sleeping pad and began nervously biting on her lower lip. Kir sighed. "Sam, it has been a pleasurable long day and evening, let us just sleep now and things will be clearer in the morning."

Any good Hunter knew it was sometimes prudent to postpone a battle.

"O.K." said Sam, "But in the morning...we are all going to have to talk about this."

Kir agreed meekly, as for some reason his massive male body shivered at those words. He slid in next to her as she gathered the cooling sheet he didn't need against the front of her body. He spooned in behind her curving body and was relieved when she relaxed into his light embrace. Sam was asleep by the time Salek joined them. Kir felt the other Hunter's damp body press tightly into his own and they hummed softly to each other. The other male reached over his body and laced his fingers with Kir's where they rested on the Ooman's flared hip. Kir had the hardness of the other Hunter's body behind him and the softness of the female's close in front of him and reflected on the day.

Kir stroked his lower mandibles together thoughtfully. He was pleased. Very, very pleased.


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to be continued

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