Page 36 of Shadows Approach
“Lie back. Arms up over your head.”
She settled in the middle of the bed, feeling small on its expanse. She stretched her arms toward the pillows. The pose lifted her breasts, their dark tips jutting toward the softly lit ceiling.
There was a hint of a growl in Kuran’s voice. “Gorgeous.” He gripped her ankles and moved them, bending her legs up and spreading them so her pussy was blatantly displayed.
She felt her exposure to their avid gazes keenly. It was exciting, but somewhat discomfiting. The urge to close her legs was almost overwhelming, the instinct to shut away the view of her wet cunt clamoring in her bones. Never mind their sexes were also visible and revealed their excitement. She wouldn’t be invading them, so she was at a distinct disadvantage.
Maybe Kuran guessed how vulnerable she felt. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
She couldn’t have if she’d wanted to. He wedged himself between her legs, his wide torso holding them apart. Then his mouth was on her breast, hot and demanding, and she was lost in the delicious feeling of rough tongue and enthralling suction.
“I thought he was leading, not keeping her to himself,” Etnil griped. He stretched next to her. He tugged her chin so she faced him. He kissed her. The juxtaposition of his soft lips and Kuran’s mauling scrambled her senses.
Breath warmed her ear. Rihep’s voice: “Kuran called you gorgeous. The word doesn’t begin to describe you.”
The Nobek was switching from breast to breast, licking and sucking. He nipped her flesh carefully, and she gasped at the sting shooting pleasure straight to her sex.
Meanwhile, Rihep claimed her lips from Etnil, who nuzzled her jaw. When Kuran began to travel downward, his raspy tongue tracing the slight indentation along the middle of her abdomen, the Imdiko was quick to taste her breasts too.
Kuran kept moving down, pausing for an instant, his tongue swirling around her navel. His fingertips ghosted her ribs, then along her waist, and finally, her hips.
He went lower.
When his lips and tongue closed over her clit, she arched, her cry ringing. Rihep reared up and gathered her wrists in his hand, pinning them.
“Stay still. Let us taste you.”
“I’m tasting her whether she’s still or not,” Kuran said. “She isn’t going anywhere.”
Rihep chuckled. “Dramoks prefer obedience, but I did tell Kuran he could lead. Nobeks enjoy a bit of a struggle.”
“Meanwhile, Imdikos aren’t choosy. Obedience or struggle, it all works for me.” Etnil smirked. “Since I can’t choose which of these breasts I like best, I guess I’ll have to have both.”
Stacy paid little attention to their talking. Kuran’s tongue was inside her as his calloused thumb rubbed her clit. Excitement had taken hold, and she writhed beneath them. Her feet dug in the mattress as she fought to move against Kuran, but he held her securely.
His mouth moved to her clit again. She felt his fingers push in her, working steadily, fucking her. She arched, a cry escaping as pleasure billowed. Rihep watched her, rapt in fascination. His face approached hers, and his teeth gently indented her lower lip.
Etnil was using his teeth too, carefully biting her breasts and nipples. The zings of intensity were pleasure instead of pain.
“A strong woman who enjoys demanding men,” Rihep whispered. “Who allows passion to rule her in our bed. I can’t wait to discover everything else you are.”
He matched Kuran for deep kisses. The Nobek continued to finger-fuck her, and he abruptly found her inner hotspot. This time, she succeeded in lifting her ass off the bed by a couple of inches, shouting into Rihep’s mouth.
“That’s what I like to hear. Make some noise.” Etnil’s voice emerged from a great distance.
Kuran’s fingers disappeared, replaced by his tongue once more. Stacy thought she knew what was to come, and she was right. After all, they had to put those second cocks somewhere.
Pressure at her back entrance. Kuran’s fingers, slick from her craving, pushed inside. A slight ache announced itself, but like Etnil’s nips, it fed desire.
Kuran alternated between shoving his tongue in her pussy and licking her clit. His fingers in her ass scissored, stretching taut muscles. Etnil continued to devote himself to her breasts, enthralling her across the spectrum of tenderness to punishment. Rihep’s kisses enflamed as he explored and plundered, drinking her breath and cries.
She lay beneath them helpless, hunger devouring her senses.
Rihep drew back, gasping in tandem with her. “Such a beautiful mouth. I want to see it on me.”
Eagerness stabbed her where Kuran continued to enthusiastically play. She trembled as Rihep, pinning her wrists, rose on his knees. He leaned over her, and the delicious scent of his spicy-sweet arousal poured over her.
Their gazes locked as he maneuvered his cocks near her mouth. He lifted the larger toward his abdomen. The smaller drifted down and brushed her lips. She opened for him, and he slid over her tongue.