CHAPTER TEN
Brianne awoke the next morning with the greatest sense of warmth and coziness she had ever felt. Prying her eyes open to let in the sunlight, she found it streaming from tall windows arrayed around her in a huge, circular room, and remembered why it was so warm and so cozy. She was in the bedroom suite once occupied by the Quist family patriarch and his mate. The furnishings in here were the most silky-sleek and soft and comfortable that the planet Lacerta had to offer.
She was in a bed with the most luxuriously high thread-count sheets and comforter that it was physically possible to weave; a bed, she might add, that was at least four meters wide—large enough to accommodate her and the two incredibly arousing, heart-stopping specimens sleeping on either side of her.
She smiled as the events of the previous night came flooding back into her mind like the free-flowing seed from the repeated orgasms of Donar and Conran: the trail of unbridled sex from the rooftop pool to the observation dome, and finally down here into the master bed, where the two of them had been on top of her, pumping inside her, again and again. And again. She tingled all over, but especially in her most intimate place where they had so relentlessly penetrated when they took turns mounting her.
Brianne had never been so magnificently screwed in all her life as she had been last night, lying with and under the Quist brothers. Her skin, the sumptuous sheets, and the very air around her smelled of their semen. The insides of her thighs were sticky with it; the sheet under her was still subtly moist from it. The brothers had more than lived up to the reputation of Lacertan males. And she wanted more of them, so very much more.
And yet…she now knew that she and they had both made a resolution and broken it just as quickly as they’d made it. They had crossed a line, ignored a boundary, gone someplace where they had not meant to go. Except of course they had been denying their real intentions the whole time. Her residence on Lacerta, in their home, on their property, was meant to be about her work in conservation.
The only thing that was never going to be conserved was her resolve not to let Conran and Donar do to her what they did all last night—and did so passionately, so savagely at times, and so beautifully. Brianne could do nothing now but admit that she was here as much for them as for the cause that she had presented to them. There was nothing for her now but to face the entirety of her motives. She knew it—and they knew it.
As if on cue, Donar, lying on his side facing her, stirred, his eyes fluttering open and focusing on her. He smiled. “Good morning,” he said in a voice husky with sleep.
“Good morning,” she said back, grinning.
“Bring those perfect tits of yours over here,” said Donar.
Chuckling, Brianne slid over and into his arms and his kiss. Donar’s fingers found her nipples, and he made an “Mmm…” sound into the kiss, approving of how hard he found them.
There was another rustling in the bed behind her. Brianne at once felt massive, strong thighs against the backs of her legs, and a throbbing length of wood sliding in the cleft of her buttocks, while a strong and hot hand moved warmly up and down her side and a hot mouth kissed at her shoulder. “Your ass is so sweet to wake up to,” said Conran. “Almost as sweet as this.” He reached down and around her and between her legs to find the soft and eager wetness waiting there. “I loved being in there all last night.”
Brianne’s blood felt like lava coursing inside her. Between and around Donar’s kisses, she breathed out, “You guys were so good last night.”
“I’ve got news for you,” said Donar, licking her lips and biting her chin. “We’re going to be good again this morning. Especially if you’d like to go down there for a start.”
“Yes, please,” Conran agreed, licking her ear. “Give us a suck first.”
Only happy to oblige, Brianne pulled down the comforter and sheets and exposed the full magnificence that awaited her beneath them. Donar’s huge piece was as long and hard as a warship, and she turned around and looked down to find an identical vessel at his brother’s crotch. Conran kissed her and fed her his tongue, and requested, “Suck his first and play with mine. Then do me.”
Brianne turned back around to find Donar stretched out with legs open and missile standing tall on the launchpad. She took a dive down below his pubes and slid her mouth over his maleness. Conran cuddled close to her, and she obliged his wish, taking his pulsing, prodigious parts in her hand and stroking and caressing them.
All the sensations and tastes that she had felt in the night returned to her now at the first light of day: the throb of one twin’s erection in her mouth and the other one in her hand, the tenderness of Conran’s sac to her gentle touch and squeeze, the taste of Donar’s pre-ejaculate on her tongue, the way Conran squeezed and kneaded her bottom.
They were sex incarnate, times two, possessing her and letting her possess them. Brianne filled her mouth with Donar’s thick length and his soft and ample man-pouch. She made him flex his muscles and arch his back, and felt the pleasure flowing from him to her. She squeezed Conran’s hard, wooden rod and made him groan, and pulled the foreskin over the bluntness of the tip, and let her fingers grow slick with his pre-seed. She lost herself in this pleasure until she heard Conran say, “Now come here and suck mine.”
Removing her mouth from Donar’s tool, Brianne leaned over and took Conran’s with a long, smooth swallow. He fell back on the bed, groaning, “Uuuhhh… Suck it!” And she did. She gorged herself on Conrad as she had on his twin, while Donar maneuvered a hand between her thighs and slipped two fingers all the way into her slippery-wet channel, making her squeal in the midst of sucking his brother and making Conran shout, “Aaahhh…! Fuck!”
Penetrating her and moving in and out of her with his fingers, Donar kissed and bit her shoulder, murmuring, “Damn, you’re wet in there. I love how wet that is.” Brianne’s mind reeled from the rhythmic bursts of pleasure from Donar’s fingers in her depths while Conran’s massive hard-on filled her mouth.
She let it slip free, only to send her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip and then down the shaft to the juicy roundness at his base, which she carefully swallowed. A tremor of delight surged through Conran’s body. He put one hand to his brow and slapped the other one on the bed, grunting madly at what Brianne was doing to him.
They went on that way, Brianne consuming the deliciousness at Conran’s loins while Donar’s fingers moved in and out of hers, until at last Donar slipped his fingers out and licked her nectar from them like a child licking the batter from something in a kitchen bowl. With another kiss on her shoulder, he said, “Let me get back in there.”
Quickly, Brianne released Conran’s meat and lay herself down for his brother. Just as quickly, Donar was on top of her, settling between her legs, and moved his own choice part all the way into her. “Oh yes, please…please do it to me…oh yes…,” she moaned under him.
“Mmm, yes,” Donar grunted. “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her hard while pumping her hard. “You’re so beautiful… Uuuhhh, yes…”
Looking over at his brother on top of Brianne, driving and pounding his pillar into her, Conran lustily said, “You two look so hot that way. Do it, Donar. Damn, yes, give it to her.”
Donar’s heaving ass moved fast up and down as he drove his mighty spike deep into Brianne again and again and she clung to him, her entire body begging for it and ecstatic to receive it. Her whimpers of desperate pleasure filled his ears and spurred him on to pump her hard and fast, slamming his crotch against her mound, smacking his balls against her again and again.
The two of them became like a single mass of humping, heaving, clenching, clutching passion, until Donar began to sound as if the pleasure were a sweet kind of torture. Somehow, he managed to go harder and faster, until one last, hard stroke all the way into her did the job, and he wailed in climax, his seed cascading into her womb. He stayed on top of her and kept her body locked to him to receive every drop from his pulsing piece, and whimpered like a boy experiencing his very first sex: “Uuuhhh… Oohhh… Uuuhhh, yes…”
Conran waited for Donar’s burst of desire to subside fully before he rubbed his brother’s shoulder and said, “Let me have some of that.”
With an effort, Donar rolled off and away, and Brianne braced herself for another tidal wave of ecstasy. Conran moved himself into position on top of her and eased his own long, exquisitely hard pipe into Brianne’s receiving pinkness. She half-sobbed, bringing up her thighs to enclose his hips and accept his first deep thrust, and locked herself to him as she’d done to Donar.
Conran began to move his buttocks up and down and slide his pipe in and out of her with the same urgent and lusting rhythm as his brother before him, letting Brianne know with every hard, lightning-fast stroke that she belonged to them, that her sex was theirs and theirs was hers. The kiss with which Conran enveloped her mouth further made the point, as did the sliding of his tongue against hers.
There was no question, with each urgent and thundering beat of his demanding meat inside her womanhood, that Brianne was being made to surrender completely and unconditionally. And surrender she did.
Conran banged her with an unrestrained fury. Donar, lying beside them, felt his flaccid but still large member surge in spite of being spent for the moment. There was something about sex with Brianne that surpassed any other sex they had ever had. With narrowing eyes and flaring nostrils, he took in the sizzling sight of Conran on top of her, drilling her in a frenzy of released desire, sending tremors through their body and into the bed itself. He panted and grunted like a primitive beast while pounding in and out of her, making her moan and wail and actually making Donar feel as if he were still humping Brianne himself.
He took in their lust and joy vicariously, silently urging his brother not to stop. Conran did not need to be told. The pleasure of Brianne’s passage enclosing his pumping piston in tight, womanly wetness completely took him over, and he felt his hard, deep thrusts doing the same to her.
Brianne thrust up against him time and again, lifting him higher until he could not hold out any longer. Struck with a sledgehammer of ecstasy, Conran climaxed and poured out the wet and sticky offering of his passion with a long, hot wave of ejaculate, filling her up and emptying him, for the time being, of his need for her.
It took him as long a time to pull out of Brianne as it had taken Donar, but ultimately, he was finished. He slipped out of her and rolled off. Brianne lay breathlessly between them, utterly satisfied, until Donar, cuddling closer to her, asked, “Did you come?”
“Very close,” she exhaled. “Almost.”
“Damn,” Donar said. “Conran, let’s get her there. She needs to come.”
Gathering their strength, the brothers went back to work between Brianne’s legs. Donar went down, putting his face in her sex and beginning to lick and lap at her folds with a mix of his offering and his brother’s leaking from inside her. Conran leaned over her and licked and sucked at her nipples while reaching down through her bush and finding her joy knob. He started to play with it, rolling it between his fingers and strumming it like a tiny musical instrument.
Brianne wriggled and whined deliciously at their combined pleasuring. Donar’s mouth and Conran’s fingers soon brought her to the summit of delight, then sent her over the edge. Her climax moved through her like the crest of a wave on the ocean. Her body flexed; her back arched. She cried out in joy from the tingly satisfaction rippling through her. She relaxed on the bed and the brothers took their lips and hands from her sex, satisfied as well that they had given her everything that she needed.
They lay together in the morning sunlight, savoring what the brothers had done to her and she to them. In a little while, Conran found his voice again. “Okay,” he said. “So…new resolution now.”
Brianne and Donar both looked over at him, curiously. “What?” Donar asked.
Laying a hand on Brianne’s bosom as if it were a holy text on which he was swearing, Conran said, “As of this now, from this morning forward, as long as Brianne is here, every night is like last night and every morning is like this morning. We take her to bed together. We have her together. She’s ours and we’re hers. Agreed?”
Donar put his hand on top of his brother’s, on top of Brianne’s breasts. “Agreed,” he said, smiling sexily.
Brianne added her hand on top of theirs. “Agreed.”
Conran kissed her with lips and tongue. Donar did the same. “This resolution will be much easier to keep than the last one,” Donar said. “After everything we’ve been doing, we’re not about to go back on it this time.”
Brianne nodded. “No, I don’t think so. You guys are too good. You’re perfect.”
Down below, the blood began to flow hotly to two male members once again.
Conran said, “We’d better message Dr. Hawkes and Dr. Kimura, let them know you’re going to be busy until this afternoon, maybe longer.”
Brianne blinked in surprise, arching her brows. “All morning?”
“Maybe longer,” Donar repeated.
“And neglect work? What if something happens?”
“Your work won’t be neglected,” Conran said. “Burton and Sondra will let us know if there’s something with Damara you should know about. They’re the best—like you. They’ll have things in hand. And we’ll have you in hand.”
“And in bed. And elsewhere,” added Donar. “Remember who it is you’re with. We don’t get enough.”
“I remember,” she said softly, as if she could forget.
“For this morning,” said Conran, “your one responsibility is to have us and let us have you. Just let it be.”
“I can handle that,” said Brianne with a little smile of acceptance.
“And you know what else you can handle,” Donar said.
Brianne took her hand from theirs and with both hands reached down to find what she could handle, amazingly starting to stiffen again. Each brother moved half on top of her, fondling her breasts and taking turns kissing her while her stroking fingers encouraged their renewed hardening, and Brianne settled in to her new duties.