CHAPTER 34
~ Booty Boot Camp ~
“You’ve worked enough for one day,” Susie insists sternly as she tries to distract Clara with a new teether toy. “You need a diversion.”
“There is just so much to do and so many relying on me…” Callie begins to protest.
“Nonsense,” Susie insists imperiously. She walks over to retrieve the tote bag from an unused corner of the parlor turned office. “I signed on to be your temporary assistant and watch out for you and I am telling you, you work too damned hard. Time for a distraction.” Plopping the colorful tote decorated with bold numerals and a cutesy phrase; “3-3-3 YEAH, I’m only half Evil!” Punctuated with a big winking smiley face.
Callie blushes at the sight of the “care package” which had been delivered from Susie on the very first day she arrived at the Lightning Ridge farmhouse. In all of the craziness that has been going on, Callie hasn’t even peeked into the bag. “Oh, Susie! I am so sorry. I got this days ago and I haven’t even checked it out.”
“No worries,” Susie blows off her apology. “But I think today is the right time for this particular care package.” She scoops up the fussy baby from her play mat on the floor to blow raspberry kisses on her tummy. “Princess Fussy-Pants and I are going to go play in her room.” She halts in the threshold of the doorway and says; “I am sure you can find something in that bag to offer you an entertaining diversion.” The adorable blond winks and darts out of the room before Callie can even think to reply.
Three days ago, Susie joined Callie’s little family in her safe house at Lightning Ridge. In that short time, Callie has come to rely heavily on her dear friend for her amazing skills of organization, her seemingly endless supply of energy, sage advice, and most certainly for her perky outlook. Does anything get that girl down? Callie wonders as she watches her friend stroll out of the room with a cranky and teething Clara in her arms.
With a sigh, she closes out her programs and documents before powering off the laptop. She knows Susie is absolutely correct. After six hours of training with Morrígan and Val, and then another three hours on Skype with Mara and Logan Montgomery, Callie is baked! She rises to her feet and wanders into the kitchen to get a pop, and tracks down a bag of chips to snack on, before returning to recline on the old fashioned divan with the “care package”.
Unzipping the bag, she discovers a blow up C-shaped bath pillow, some scented candles, luxury bath salts and bubble mixtures, a couple of bottles of lube and at least a dozen paperbacks and some gift boxes below the books. The books capture Callie’s attention as many of them appear to be well used. Obviously, Susie enjoys reading a bit of naughty romance. While not opposed to the genre, Callie had always gravitated to historical stories if she allowed herself the time to indulge in reading for entertainment. Lifting one book out of the bag, she sees two shirtless men embracing a beautiful woman clad only in a sheer wisp of fabric doing double duty as a dress. “Oh my. I guess my impish young pal delivered on her promise to deliver some ménage romance books for my edification.”
Feeling as though she is doing something incredibly wicked and forbidden, and yet utterly delicious, Callie leisurely examines a few of the paperbacks. The covers are certainly eye catching with all that tasty bare-chested man candy on display and the beautiful artwork in the foreground. Many have intriguing titles spelled out in eye catching fonts. After taking the time to read the blurbs on several covers, and skim a few pages here and there, Callie realizes they are all erotic as hell. Some are about two men who team up to satisfy one woman, while most are about trios where everyone is happily loving everyone else in the relationship.
When she comes across an intriguing cover sporting two copper skinned hunks making love to one very ordinary looking woman in some sort of sexy and futuristic looking uniform, Callie is intrigued. Both of the males have deadly looking spikes jutting from powerful shoulders and eyes which glow green. Callie realizes this is not your typical contemporary romance – ménage or not, this one is different. She quickly reads the blurb and squeals with delight. “Ooooh, sexy bi-sexual alien warlords who rescue a human woman from a fiery space ship crash on a remote, uncharted planet. At first, the two males are only interested in making this stranded pilot their concubine to produce offspring. But daring Darcy Lightspeed of the Galaxia Confederation quickly wins them over with her sassy ways and sexy body. Before long she’s loving her sexy aliens and battling the bad guys alongside her tasty warrior gods as they save their home planet of Tulr-Ock Prime.” Callie giggles softly and whispers; “Hmmmm, this almost sounds familiar.”
Two hours later, Kazar follows the tantalizing scent of his female’s heady arousal upon entering the farmhouse via the back door. When he finds Callie avidly reading in her office, he’s surprised that she is not wrapped up in the arms of their lover and mate. Nope. Callie is sitting alone on the threadbare antique divan with her feet tucked beneath her bottom while she avidly reads. Only, it’s not just another stuffy report or demoralizing account of atrocities committed against paranormals. Nope. She has a colorful paperback in her hands. Kazar leans against the desk to silently observe his mate. He cannot help but smile because his beautiful girl is so engrossed in the story that she is wholly unaware she has company.
The ancient vampire smirks knowingly when her cheeks pinken prettily and she shifts slightly in her position on the couch. Obviously, the part she is reading right now has gotten very steamy. The heady aroma of her body’s desire ramps up his own need from zero to sixty in just 2.2 seconds. Kazar cocks his head when he hears Nyle enter the farmhouse through the front door. Because of the soul deep connection the long time mated males share, Kazar knows the exact moment Nyle zeroes in on the fragrance of their mate’s intoxicatingly stimulated state. He smirks when Nyles moves to stand behind Callie where he can read over her shoulder.
After a few moments, the sexy ginger biker looks up and waggles his eyebrows at their vampire lover and mate. Nyle silently leans down to scent Callie’s sweet neck before whispering; “Whatcha readin’, baby?”
“Hmmm,” Callie purrs without even looking away from the book. “A very sexy, male-male-female romance with a pair of hhhhot and nasty alien warlords and an intrepid space pilot.”
Kazar chuckles from his position at the desk. “So, judging by your reaction to Nyle’s reading over your shoulder, I’d hazard a guess that you’ve been aware of me standing here all along?” Callie nods mutely, turning a page to continue reading.
“Naughty girl,” Kazar playfully chastises as he pushes away from the desk to stalk his way across the small parlor. He sits beside his female and pulls her into his lap, laughing because she still does not stop reading. Instead, she simply snuggles into her male while remaining lost in the story unfolding upon the pages of the book. He smiles at their wolf when he joins them on the old divan and places Callie’s feet in his lap and begins to skillfully massage the soles and arches, which often ache after working out with Morrígan in the barn.
“Read to your males, amica mea,” Kazar urges as he nuzzles her sweet spot below her ear and playfully nips the fleshy bit where shoulder and neck meet.
Callie giggles and hunches a bit as though to protect her vulnerable neck, but then she lowers the book and turns to look at Kazar. “You really want me to read to you? This?”
Kazar chuckles and plants an adoring kiss upon her brow. “But of course. I am eager to discover what has our female aroused.”
Callie blushes, turns away, and covers her face with the paperback. “It’s kind of silly. It is a romance with two alien warlords and a human pilot they rescued.”
Kazar chuckles and takes the book from her hands. After taking only seconds to read several random pages throughout the book, he hands it back. Callie rests the book face down on her lap as though dismissing it entirely. “Not exactly Hemmingway,” the ancient Egyptian drawls, “… but there is nothing wrong with indulging in a bit of junk-food for the brain and the libido now and then.” The sexy male smirks knowingly. “Besides, from the little I read there, the author’s style of writing isn’t truly horrible. In fact, the battle scene as the aliens save the injured pilot from the desert beast with two heads was pretty well written. The author created some vivid images in my mind as I read the passages.”
He chuckles when he leans forward to study the models on the cover. “But the overall subject matter might be a bit questionable.” He chuckles again and mutters; “Alien warlords? Really?” as though such a thing were the most implausible notion he’d ever heard. Callie giggles happily because she thinks that attitude coming from her vampire lover and mate is truly hilarious. “However, I think hearing you read some of the more naughty passages could be… highly entertaining, for all three of us.”
“Or just plain mortifying,” Callie mutters looking at the book in her hands. She looks up, and Kazar sees her lovely cheeks are tinged pink with discomfiture. “I’m not normally into sexy sci-fi. In fact, I rarely even read fiction. But Susie gave these books to me, and this one intrigued me.” She blushes at her confession. “I was right. I can’t read this to you guys, heck, even talking about these books makes me feel like an idiot.” When Nyle encourages her to read, she shakes her head vigorously. “Nope. It is just too embarrassing.”
Nyle picks that moment to trail kisses from her ankle to knee. “We might all three find it … incredibly arousing.” He lifts his head and smirks at their female. “Read to us, baby. Let us hear what has your juices flowing so sweetly.”
Callie opens the book and begins flipping back through the pages. “Fine. Let me find the beginning of this particular scene.” After a just a moment, she clears her throat theatrically and darts playful glances at both of her lovers. Obviously, she wanted to read to her males all along, she simply felt as though she should not. But their lighthearted support encouraged her to play along. “Really? You won’t laugh at me, will you?”
Kazar chuckles. “Stop stalling, puella.”
“Okay…here goes,” Callie says quietly.
Kulth trails the palms of his scarred, calloused hands up the elegant contours of their concubine’s waist as Nor checks to make certain the cuffs restraining her wrists over her head are not cutting into her fragile human flesh. Kulth chuckles as goosebumps pop up in the wake of his skillful touch upon the little human’s flesh. Her pained gasp and moan of pleasure fire both males’ desires as Kulth harshly cups the firm mounds of her breasts to torturously twist the nipples with his adept fingers.
“We want more from you, daring Darcy.” The dark haired Nor kneels to plant a biting kiss upon the fleshy part of her supple ass cheek. “We want everything with you.” His massive hands roughly caress her flesh as he trails his mouth lower still to bite and kiss, yet again. “Can you do that?” One of his hands finds the entrance to her fevered sex and he fills her passionate depths with a single thrust of two thick fingers. “Can you accept both of us?” Deftly, Nor trails two slick fingers from the swollen lips of her greedy cunt up and up to tease the tight rosebud of her virgin ass. “Can you take us both into your body at once to become our mate and warrior queen?” Nor’s harsh voice tempers the sweetness of his invitation. “We want you to be ours. Now and always.”
After giving Darcy’s tortured nipples a vicious yank, Kulth slowly turns the crank, causing the chains attached to their female’s ankles and knees to draw her legs open even wider, exposing her sex and ass for his lover and fellow warlord. Without another word, Kulth, the fair haired behemoth, steps away to retrieve a metal box from a nearby shelf. “We are aware that you are completely untrained in the art of anal play, so we picked up something special for you on our last trip to Hirtock space station.” He chuckles wickedly as his eyes glow brightly in the dim room, revealing the depth of his need. The rumbling sound fills the room and makes Darcy’s inner wanton sit up to take notice.
Kulth moves to stand before Darcy where he lifts the lid on the box to reveal the contents. “What are those for?” she asks breathlessly, as Nor continues to fuck her pussy with his fingers while his other hand teases her ass.
The light warlord leers lasciviously. “Devices to train you, little human. To train you to take our thick cocks up your sweet little ass…”
“Uh, devices such as these?” Nyle asks, sounding almost innocent. Callie lowers the book to look at Nyle who now has Susie’s tote bag on the couch beside him. Obviously, he had been snooping through the contents while Callie read aloud to her lovers.
“Oh my,” Callie exhales hoarsely as a dark crimson blush floods her cheeks. “I didn’t even bother to look past the books. Were those really in the care package from Susie?”
Nyle chuckles and looks at the lid of a camouflage patterned gift box containing assorted sized butt plugs, vibrators and anal beads. “This one is called ‘BOOTY BOOT CAMP – A primer for anal training’.”
“That sounds perfect to me,” Kazar interjects as he flies to his feet, taking Callie with him. She giggles happily and allows the book to fall heedlessly from her hands.
“Perfect for what?” she queries as she turns in Kazar’s arms to wrap her hands around the back of his neck and peer flirtatiously into his handsome face. When she feels Nyle come to stand behind her, she giggles and rubs her ass against his hard denim covered cock.
“Helping you get over your… concerns about certain sexual experiences,” Kazar replies tactfully.
Callie giggles. “You mean, to help me stop being a coward about anal sex and double penetration?”
Kazar tenderly cups her face as Nyle nuzzles her nape from the backside. “You are not a coward,” her males assure her at the same time. Her vampire lover places a tender kiss upon her lips and whispers; “You are so brave, Callie. You have proved that time and time again as you have overcome one trial after another. However, being brave doesn’t mean you have to conquer everything at once. Face your challenges, all of them, on your own timetable. When you are ready, and not a moment before, amica mea.”
Nyle tenderly kisses her neck below her ear and murmurs; “Your body, baby, your choice. Always.”
“What if I said I am ready to vanquish one of my biggest fears?” Callie asks evenly, her eyes blazing with carnal intensity.
“And just what do you have in mind, aingeal mine?” Nyle asks between planting sweet kisses where the sports bra she wore for today’s work out exposes bare skin.
She turns and smiles naughtily over her shoulder. “Take me to Booty Camp, I’m ready for training, Drill Sergeant, sir!”
Nyle lifts his head to meet Kazar’s gaze over Callie’s shoulder. A silent communication of long time lovers passes between the two males, and for a fleeting moment Callie almost feels left out of their connection. But she instantly realizes that is her own foolishness and old insecurities talking. All such ridiculous thoughts fly right out of her head when Nyle kneels to quickly lower her spandex work out shorts.
Callie squeaks and bends to try to clutch the waistband of the shorts. “Wait! I need a shower first! I must smell like a men’s locker room right now.”
“Hell no,” Nyle barks as he swats her hands out of the way.
Kazar gently urges her to stand and face him once again. “You smell delicious.” He leers provocatively. “Hell, it was your scent which brought me into your study in the first place. I was on my way to aggravate Susie and play with the princess, but your musk and heady arousal drew me to you like a blood hound on the hunt.”
“Me too, baby. It was like your scent was leading me around by my cock,” Nyle crows as he flings her shorts and thong over his shoulder. Being a bit rougher than he normally is with Callie, he pushes her thighs apart to expose her inflamed, wet sex and virginal back hole while pushing down on her lower back to direct her head toward Kazar and tilt her ass upwards for better viewing. “You are so fucking beautiful down here, baby. I’m so, so happy you are keeping up with the landscaping of your pretty lady bits.”
Callie giggles sweetly. “I almost gave up because who wants one more thing they gotta shave? Am I right?” She looks from one male to the other and smirks because Nyle appears to be enraptured by the sight of said lady bits. “But hey, Susie says they have a tech at Harper House who can do permanent hair removal with a spell.”
“Ummmm,” Nyle moans as he pries her butt cheeks apart to bury his face in her pussy, where he licks, sucks, and nips the slick, swollen flesh with eager aplomb. Kazar chuckles as he helps Callie remain on her feet when she nearly swoons in her pleasure. Her mortified squeal when Nyle’s tongue swipes over her previously forbidden passage makes Kazar smile knowingly.
Deciding that now is the time to get them all into position to use the “Booty Training” kit, the vampire moves to sit on the couch with his legs together and gently leads their female to straddle his legs. Once her knees are planted firmly in the cushions on either side of his legs, he whips the sports bra off her body in one swift motion. “You trust me, puella?” When her reply is a dreamy, “Always,” Kazar quickly ties her hands together behind her back, using her own sports bra.
“Now just relax and follow our directions.” Kazar commands as he leans back upon the couch. She nods. “Bend at your hips,” the vampire instructs as he captures a handful of her hair to gently tug her upper body downward for a passionate kiss.
This move arches her back and exposes her sex to Nyle who has retrieved a butt plug and the lube from the gaudy gift box. Parting her butt cheeks, he resumes his earlier ministrations, savoring her arousal as he persistently leaves her pussy to tease her rosebud with his tongue. Back and forth, over and over. Even though Callie wonders if she should tell him to stop, because it just seems so… wrong, she knows she will not. These forbidden sensations are wonderful. She feels magnificent and honestly is eager to experience this with her males. In fact, between all the kissing, Kazar’s skillful attentions on her breasts, and Nyle’s oral fixation with everything between her legs, Callie is quickly becoming desperate for more. “Oh… fuck me, please. My males. I am so, so needy.”
Nyle stops eating her pussy and rimming her ass long enough to bend around and undo Kazar’s belt and jeans. Once he has freed their vampire lover’s cock, he greedily takes the entire length down his throat while Kazar and Callie watch in avaricious fascination. After several deep passes up and down the length of the long, thick shaft, Nyle pulls off with a wet popping sound. “There ya go, lovers. Nice and lubricated. Ready to rip up that sweet pussy.”
Kazar turns to lie along the length of the couch, taking Callie along with him. Once Nyle is perched on his knees behind Callie’s lovely ass, the vampire grips her hips and orders Callie to impale herself on his cock. “Take it, Callie. Take all of my cock into your sweet body. Take it.” She eagerly obeys, slowly lowering her body to take him deeply inside her slick depth. All three lovers groan their pleasure.
“Move, Callie. Ride him like the prized stud that he is,” Nyle orders, his voice harsh and gravelly with his own rising passion. When she readily complies, the Celt lovingly watches his mates pleasure each other while stroking his own hard cock. Kazar moves his hands from Callie’s hips to return feasting upon her breasts. The desire to also feed upon her blood is riding him hard, but he knows Callie just isn’t ready for that. Hell, she may never be ready for that.
But those thoughts fade away into a fog of lust and love as Callie rocks steadily up and down upon his ruddy cock. In very short order, Callie is approaching her first orgasm. But Nyle wants their female on the precipice before he inserts the first toy, so he clamps his powerful hands upon her hips to call her very sexy ride to a temporary halt. “Whoa there, cowgirl. You cannot come just yet.”
Kazar exchanges a knowing smirk with their shifter lover, as he abandons her breasts to replace his hands with Nyle’s to hold Callie still. Once the vampire pulls their female down to lie upon his body and reclaims her mouth for another kiss, Nyle inserts a well lubed finger into Callie’s anus. She is so keen for stimulation and release that she doesn’t even flinch. Instead, she tries to push back, wanting more. Nyle chuckles and inserts another finger to scissor them repeatedly to stretch the untried muscles. When he feels she can easily take the larger plug, he skips past the two smaller training devices to select the one she would no doubt think too big if she were to see it.
“Ooooh!” Callie wails into Kazar’s mouth as the tight muscles contract in protest upon the first hint of invasion by the training toy. She catches her breath when Nyle commands her to push back gently with her sphincter muscles. Instinctively, she understands and complies, but the glass plug and gloppy lube feel cold to Callie’s heated ass when Nyle slowly begins to push the device into her body. “Uhh…ugh… ohhh.”
Nyle suppresses a chuckle over the nonsense sounds their female is making. But when he speaks, there is no trace of humor in his guttural tone, just simple command. “Relax, beautiful girl. You can take this tiny plug easily.” He wonders if he should feel bad about the little white lie, but he knows she is ready. Instead of dwelling on doubts, Nyle reaches round his female to tease her swollen clit, and Callie wails as his skillful manipulations push her to the precipice once again. Just before she falls off the edge of that spectacular cliff, he slips the plug deeply inside her body. He eagerly plants adoring kisses and delicate love bites upon her ass cheeks, while murmuring loving words of praise and adoration, as she shudders with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He smiles at their vampire lover, who is caressing her arms and planting sweet kisses upon her sweaty temple as he murmurs words of love and assurance in the ancient language of his childhood.
When Callie’s body finally stops twitching, Nyle asks; “You doing okay, baby?” He quickly releases the bindings which hold her hands behind her body. He doesn’t want her shoulders to ache later and he wants her to be able to hold herself steady if she feels the need.
As though in a daze and being controlled by a marionette’s strings, she lifts her head from Kazar’s shoulder. Sweat drips from her forehead onto her lover below, but she is wholly unaware. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes, which seem to stare without seeing, are glowing ruby red and are glazed with passion. “She’s fine,” Kazar informs in a taunt tone. Obviously, he is hanging on by a thread, himself. “Sex drunk, but good.”
Nyle lovingly strokes the well-muscled thigh of his longtime lover and mate. “Well, start fucking her again, my male. Let us keep that high going. I want to take our little dragon to the moon and back.”
When Kazar begins to thrust upward, Callie plants her hands at her vampire’s shoulders to stabilize her position and automatically rocks her hips to meet his strokes. She moans gutturally when Kazar’s entire length and girth strokes past the bulbous plug fast and furiously, stretching her beyond anything she has ever experienced. Pleasure pushes all lucid thought out of Callie’s mind as Nyle begins working the plug in and out of her tightest hole. Sometimes, he rocks it back and forth, or rotates it in wide circles. Whatever Nyle does behind her, Kazar maintains his slow, steady pattern of upward thrusts, as he uses his strong hands on her hips to guide her body up and down in a complimenting rhythm. The love she sees in her vampire mate’s eyes fills Callie with such joy. “I love you, my males. I love you both so much.”
All thoughts of words, and their meanings, are lost as Callie’s purely carnal delight build rapidly, urging her ever forward in her bliss. But she wants to scream in frustration when her climax pushes forward, ready to explode, once again, but Nyle instructs Kazar to halt so that he can remove the plug. “Wha…?” Callie mumbles against Kazar’s chest where the vampire is now holding her tightly to keep her from moving and taking herself over the precipice.
“Relax into me, amica mea. Let us both own your body, just as you own both of us,” Kazar murmurs against her ear and sweetly kisses her sweaty temple.
When a new sensation presses into Callie’s ass, she moans with pleasure because she knows it is Nyle’s wide shaft, not another toy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wonders when he removed the plug. But her brain is too saturated in lustful need, and her males are too delicious for her to waste time in logical thought. Instead, she focuses on the feeling of the fleshy, but hard head of Nyle’s cock as it easily slips through the tight ring of muscles. Her passage burns and naturally resists a bit because Nyle’s cock is thicker than the plug. But her own eagerness to have both of her mates at the same time, and the generous amount of lube Nyle used, makes the joining easier than Callie expected.
Once Nyle’s long, thick cock is fully seated in Callie’s depth, he wraps his body around her back to lovingly kiss and nip her neck before capturing her hands to pin them beside Kazar’s head. When Nyle claims Kazar’s mouth for a soul searing kiss Callie simply rests her head upon Kazar’s shoulder to watch her males share a kiss, which just months ago would have made her feel unnecessary – left out. However, in this moment, she savors their love for each other and the love they have for her as well. A perfect triangle, where each mate is directly connected to their other two mates. No one is ever left out, nor surplus to requirements.
When Nyle rises up on stiff arms, his bulk no longer pressing down on Callie’s back, she misses the weight, the sensation of being pressed between two hard bodies. She is pleased he continues to hold her hands captive at Kazar’s head, the connection somehow gives her an added level of security. But when he begins to move slowly in and out of her ass with ease, all thought leaves her as pleasure reigns supreme.
“Be still, Callie,” Nyle instructs. “Let Kazar and me set the rhythm.” He nips her neck with sharp canines before whispering; “We will take you to heaven and back.” He leans down to passionately kiss Callie’s mouth before tilting his head to grunt; “Tick, Tock, my male.”
As though speaking in some code Callie cannot decipher, the males begin to alternate their thrusts. Just as one cock withdraws, the other thrusts deeply. Back and forth, sawing in and out like synchronized pistons in a finely tuned machine. “Oh gods, yes!” Callie wails as yet another orgasm builds in her body. Despite the fact that she is the immobile partner in their dance of love, she is nonetheless breathless and sweaty, as if she is waging combat instead of lying pinned between her lovers’ bodies. “That’s it. That’s wonderful.” She pants over and over.
As though to torment their female, or themselves, their rhythm suddenly changes. Instead of alternating their thrusts, her males begin surging deeply into her willing body at the same time. Filling her so completely, with their cocks and their love, that Callie thinks she might ignite at any moment. Her mates seem to be equally enthralled and carried away by the experience, because they begin to move faster, deeper, harder… but always in perfect sync with each other.
Kazar cups Callie’s face lovingly to kiss her deeply, and still, their passionate entanglement never falters. “Callie, you feel so perfect,” Nyle breathes into her ear. “You both do. I can actually feel both of you. My mates. My loves.”
Callie breaks the kiss with Kazar and tries to turn enough to capture Nyle’s mouth. He instinctively understands what she needs, and complies. The moment Nyle and Kazar feel Callie’s final bliss begin to detonate, they release their ironclad control over their own bodies and join her in shared ecstasy. The sound of shallow, ragged breaths, growled avowals of love and forever fills the room along with Callie’s mindless wails of pleasure as all three lovers come at the same time in a glorious combustion of carnal joy.