Possibilities

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Author's note: sorry for the long wait but things got crazy around my house during the holidays.

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Possibilities Chapter 4


Kir returned to the Blood Wing after prowling around the space dock. After examing the cables he talked to the workers saying he was concerned for the breakabilty of his merchandise. He was assured of their strength. Questions of the recent accident involving Sam caused the speakers to become quiet and he smelled nervousness emanating from their sweaty bodies.

After securing the dock doors his sharp hearing picked up the sound of splashing and Sam's voice. He was relieved that the Ooman was awake. She had remained sleeping for so long they had run a medical scanner over her. The reading had assured Salek and himself that this was normal and she did not seem to have any lasting ill effects from accommodating their sexual appetites last night. Salek had wanted to do an internal exam using his tongue but Kir reminded his companion that they did not want to overwhelm the little female. It was with anticipation though, that he entered the pool chamber.

The air was warm with steam that rose above the round pool lined with rocks. Green foliage from plants of their home world and Dlma surrounded the pool. Sam sat and bubbles from the pressure jets swirled around her bobbing breasts. Kir noticed the tips were deep pink again and wanted them in his mouth. He felt his balls drop and walked carefully in the room. Salek was sitting across from the female in a tempest of his own bubbles. His heavy lidded gaze raised to meet Kir's and Kir noted with amusement that his companion's hands were out of sight under the surface of the water. Sam was chatting away while her fingers played with the foaming water. Kir walked to a bench lining the room and hung up his weapons and clothing. Naked he strode back to the pool's edge and paused, his toe claws curling over the rim. He idly stroked his stiffening male member as they talked together. As his erection got longer and thicker the Ooman female's eyes got rounder and her chattering slowly lessened. Kir noticed that Salek's gaze had narrowed warningly and realized his sexual teasing of his male lover was making his new female lover uncertain. He slowly lowered himself into the water that was warm, but far cooler than normal. Kir deduced the temperature change was to accommodate the Ooman. Sam had shrunk slightly away when he entered the pool but as he made no move towards her she seemed to relax.

Kir submerged to wet his dreads and remained crouching under the surface of the water so the bubbles could caress the sensitive skin of his dreads. Salek was telling Sam all about Dlma and their home there. The Blood Wing traveled between the home world, Dlma and the Ooman space station and Salek and his dwelling was in the Ooman settlement of 'Jurassic Park'. Oomans allowed, even encouraged his kind to come and hunt the huge reptilian carnivores that preyed on the town's residents. As Sam and Salek talked, Kir's gaze never wavered from his warrior lover. Salek was pretending to ignore him, but was inching away in tiny increments. Kir waited until the other male was infront of the portion of the rim that was a wide long shallow lip with a few inches of water lapping on it. With a powerful surge that caused a huge ripple and Sam to squeal, Kir rushed Salek. Grabbing the other male around his waist, Kir heaved him on the rim and revealed Salek's raging erection to his hungry gaze. Kir pushed himself between Salek smooth muscled thighs and extended his long tongue to lick the dripping waiting cock. Salek groaned and lay back in the few inches of heated water as Kir settled to feast on his male parts. Whimpers and growls echoed Kir's licks and nips as Salek's claws fisted into Kir's dreads.

"Ummm....should I go?" Was the hesitant question.

Kir reluctantly let Salek's cock slip from his mandibles as he turned to the Ooman. Sam's face was that interesting pink color again but she had edged closer to them and her bright green gaze was fastened on Salek's glistening cock.

"No, do not...Did you want to help?"

At the female's interested look, Kir raised Salek's leg and slipped under it. Now he was to the side of the prone warrior and looking across at Sam. One of his taloned hands gestured to Salek's exposed male parts.

"As long as Salek doesn't mind?"

The powerful warrior raised his head and the look on his masculine face was universal and easy to interpret. Sam giggled before moving between the reclining male's legs and began gently licking and tonguing his dropped ball sack. Salek's head slumped back as Kir lowered his head again to flick his own tongue over Salek's shaft. Kir slid his palm up the hard chest to play with Salek's nipples, his other hand crept under to knead and gently claw the flexing muscled buttocks. Sam had used one hand to cup Salek's scrotum and was slowly sucking on the smooth skin covered balls. Her other hand raised to gasp the base of Salek's male member and hold it firmly for Kir's tormenting tongue. The whimpering noises Salek was making sounded very un-warrior like. Kir and his partner in sexual torture were both extremely pleased.

Curling his mandibles tightly so they stayed out of Sam's way, Kir slowly engulfed Salek's cock in his mouth. He moved up and down it's length and Salek began to trust shallowly in his mouth. When his lover's hips were raised, Kir slipped one long talon tipped finger between the tight buttocks and toyed with the furled opening hidden there. Kir felt Salek relax and the tightly closed opening slowly loosened and allowed his finger entry. He probed and lightly stroked the buried gland swollen with arousal. Salek cried shrilly and Kir's finger's and mouth increased their pace. Close to him, Kir saw Sam do the same as she squeezed Salek's balls in time with his sucking. His long tongue curled tightly around Salek's cock and it's suction tip fastened on the smooth round end. Salek was slapping the water helplessly before his muscled body arched and a roar thundered in the humid air. Kir greedily swallowed Salek's heated seed as he pinned his lover down.

Shuddering and chirping Salek slowly recovered and Kir and Sam raised their heads to share a satisfied look. Then Sam's expression brightened. "Doesn't he have another one coming ...a cold spurt?"

At Kir's nod she raised herself slightly from the water to lick Salek's cock. The male gave an encouraging moan and the Ooman continued with increasing enthusiasm. Kir moved to the side but his finger stayed busy deep in Salek's ass and soon the other male was thrusting again in Sam's mouth. Sam fastened her bright emerald eyes on Kir and moved her hips back and forth in an inviting manner. Kir wasted no time in gently removing his finger and moving behind the Ooman female. His huge clawed hands grasped the curves of her pale hips and the tip of his cock rubbed against her soft folds. She thrust backwards and Kir's aching male member breached her tight warmth and slowly worked in. He paused and squeezed the base of his cock to release a heated flow of lubricating fluid before continuing. He groaned when he had sunk fully in and stilled, letting the female's motions of sucking on Salek's shaft move her slightly up and down his erection. The other male's excited sounds let Kir know time was running short and he began to stroke inside Sam. She began to moan, causing vibrations to travel up Salek's male member, which increased both male's movements. It was a lovely, sensual, vicious cycle.

Kir's grip tightened and his long smooth strokes shortened to savage slams as Salek climaxed again. The expression on his lover's face was too much and Kir growled as he emptied himself in Sam's wet warmth. He leaned over and buried his face in her damp braids as Sam rested her head on Salek's heaving stomach. Kir slumped on Sam's smooth back and his hands slid around her body to gently knead her plump breasts. Kir began to slowly pump into their female's relax body and languidly let the sensations build again. One palm slid down her stomach to play with the hard button hidden under her damp gold fur. Sam made soft sounds and Salek stroked her hair, his other hand reached down to play with Kir's mandibles.

His second release was less violent but no less intense as his semen splashed deep while Sam also orgasmed. Her convulsing inner muscles clenching around his hardness milked his male member for every drop as he shuddered above her trembling body.

The three of them spent long moments recovering. Sam finally broke the relaxed silence that had fallen between them. "We had better move before we prune up."

The two Yautjas listened in puzzlement as she tried to explain the effect of prolong immersion in water on skin. Their reply was that theirs were thicker and didn't react that way and besides it wasn't H2O they were soaking in. Sam draw back to look suspiciously at the clear liquid surrounding them. They reassured her it was harmless but she shouldn't ingest large quantities of it. At her worried look at Salek's limp male member more assurances soon followed.

They left the pool chamber and with great amusement the Hunters let her dry them with her large thick pieces of fabric. The males frowned at her clothing choice. Instead of slim fitting pants Sam wore a long flared piece of material that fell from her waist. It hid the curves of her ass and hips and they were not pleased. She swirled and a pale glimpse of thigh was visible for a moment. Kir walked over and yanked up her 'skirt'. He saw smooth bare thighs and the gleaming globes of her buttocks separated by a thin strip of cloth before she slapped his hand away and scolded him.

Salek quickly complemented on her outfit saying how pretty it was. He too had swiftly seen the benefit of a 'skirt'. Sam smiled at Salek as Kir scowled.

They left the Blood Wing and ventured to the local magistrate's office so Sam could file a police report on her vandalized room. The overweight man wrote on papers and assured her it was probably a random occurrence. He did not seem concerned for her safety, in fact he appeared more worried for his own with the two Hunters crowded in his tiny office. He did inform Sam that for several days while his investigation took place she could not use her room and would have to find an alterative temporary residence. Kir and Salek smiled and the officer stared nervously at them. At Sam's worried look they assured her they had planned to stay longer this trip to expand their inventory. Perhaps she could lend her assistance in their choices. The two males shared a look.

From there the three of them went to met with the Yautja's supply dealer at the storage unit. The short man was waiting impatiently at the door and eyed Sam warily as Salek unlocked and opened the heavy metal door. As Benny prowled through their merchandise and offered his usual prices the Hunters heard Sam singing softly to herself. Then they started to really listen as they realized that she was actually talking in a singsong voice too low for the human man's ears to understand. Sam told them what was truly valuable and what Benny charged others for their merchandise after they left. She also informed them of the names of other individuals who would be eager to do business with the Blood Wing. Kir growled as he realized, that in their efforts to be unthreatening to the Oomans and not scare them off, they were instead being taken advantage of. When the Yautjas began haggling over the amount of monies, Benny shot Sam a dirty look. She smugly smiled back.

With the selling part of their business concluded they decided to get something to eat. They went a large open part of the space station lined with food establishments. When Sam questioned them the two Hunters revealed that so far no Ooman food effected them in an adverse way, though they preferred ones with seasonings. She directed them to a vender that sold food called 'Mexican' and the Yautjas were pleased with her choice. As they sat and ate they ignored the stares of the other diners. Salek and Kir were well used to the attention they received. Then a coughed barked greeting surprised the two warriors. A young Hunter approached their table, almost too eagerly Kir noticed with narrowed eyes. The newcomer was named Deron and had met Salek at the last Mating Gathering. He too had been unsuccessful at claiming the attention of the female in heat. It was common for the hunters waiting to be chosen, caught up in the excitement, to turn to each other. Salek, it seemed, had been memorable to Deron even after the effects of the Matha juice had faded. When Kir glared at the Young Blood who joined them, he felt clawed toes gently rake his calf and turned his gaze to met Salek's amused one. Grumbling he stopped glaring and pointedly glanced around, trying to appear unconcerned. He then noticed Sam's fascinated stare at the new Yautja. Deron was paler than most Hunters as he was from the West Continent and had striking reddish green markings. He was shorter than both Salek and Kir but his stocky body had layers of muscle that rippled as he moved. Kir now began to worry, not at losing Salek's favor, but their new Ooman lover's.

Then, Deron leaned forward to grasp the seasoning bottle in the middle of the table as he tried a morsel of food from Salek's plate. The Young Blood's mandibles flared and his intent gaze turned to Sam. His small nostrils moving, Kir realized the other male had scented on Sam the smell of sex and Yautja semen. Deron's gaze dropped to the Yautja hair decorations the two Hunters had given her to fasten on her braids and Kir saw realization dawn in the Young Blood's eyes. His clawed hand slowly reached across the table towards the Ooman and Salek and Kir sat motionless, helpless to even growl a protest. It was the highest taboo to fight over a female as it was solely her choice in her selection of male companionship. Sam frowned and leaned away, glancing at Salek and Kir she whispered,"I don't want him touching me."

At once their mandibles flared as the two Hunters hissed and growled at the newcomer. Fighting over her was forbidden, but defending her from unwanted attention was something they could and would do. Seeing the challenge from the two older and larger warriors, Deron swiftly withdrew his hand and assumed a submissive posture showing he did not want to fight them. He adverted his head and glanced away as Kir hissed, "Find your own."

Then the Young Blood straightened and stared around him. Kir saw his two eyelids slowly blink and his mandibles uncurl and hang loosely from his jaw. The two Hunters saw Deron rapidly look around him at all the Ooman females...young, old, short, tall, dark haired and light, all giggling and staring at them. All the possibilities.

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