CHAPTER EIGHT
The reception ended late that night, as all parties must. Conran, Donar, and their guest of honor thanked all the other guests for coming. Burton and Sondra retired to their respective guest quarters. Before Brianne did likewise, the Quist twins took her aside and invited her up to the third level of the mansion to share with them their favorite after-party activity.
When Brianne cast them a very suspicious and cautious look for their invitation, Donar reminded her, “If you’ll remember from the holographic tour of the mansion that we gave you when we accepted your project proposal, the third level—the roof—is where the swimming pool is. My brother and I enjoy a good swim after a party. Join us.”
When the brothers issued this invitation, Donar had the same smoldering look in his eyes that he had when he held Brianne and kissed her at the fountain upstairs. Brianne saw an identical look—as if it could be anything else—in the eyes of his twin. And knowing full well that this was Lacerta, she knew what swimming here with Lacertan men meant.
It meant that if she accepted their offer of an after-party activity, she would get to see the one thing she did not see when she saw them take off for their morning flight. Lacertans had abandoned even the last vestiges of taboos about the body to which humans still clung. They did not wear swimsuits. Well, there was only one thing a girl could say to such an invitation:
“Let me go back to my quarters and slip out of this gown, and I’ll be right there.”
She excused herself, heading up to her own accommodations, taking one last glance at the brothers and their lingering, smoldering look, and felt their eyes practically branding her as she turned and left.
In her guest room, which was effectively a small apartment on the second floor of the mansion, Brianne carefully removed her gown, which she assumed was a generous gift from the twins, and hung it with care in the closet. She further stripped herself nude and retired to the bath.
One of the first things she had found upon arriving here was that the Quists had made an extra-special accommodation for her, and for Burton and Sondra as well. Lacertans as a rule seldom showered; they only bathed. But in the wall by the sunken stone tub in the floor of Brianne’s bath, there was a wide notch from which water could be made to pour down, forming a waterfall-like personal shower. Brianne turned on her “shower-fall” and stepped into the flow of warm water, feeling it figuratively wash away all the unpleasant memories of the evening and leave only the better memories—like what happened at the fountain. That, Brianne thought, was her favorite part of the opulent reception: the simplest part, the most intimate part. Shutting off the water, she wondered what the rest of tonight held in store for her. Or, more to the point, she guessed what it likely held. And she wondered how far she would really let it go.
Reentering the bedroom, Brianne plucked her softest, most slippery, most feminine robe from the closet. She went to the mirror with it and slipped it on, wondering, Why did I bring this thing? This is the kind of thing I’d take on a vacation, a holiday. Why did I pack this?
Looking at herself standing there with the robe open and her cleavage and the triangular thatch of her pubic hair showing, she pictured again the Quist twins as they had been on the terrace when they took off for that morning flight, and thought, I know exactly why I packed this. And I shouldn’t have. I set out to have professional boundaries here, remember?
She stood there, pondering those boundaries that she had set, and the fact that she was going to be here for months, even years, working on the recovery of the cralowog species. Years in this place. Years with Conran and Donar, looking the way they looked, being who and what they were.
And then, her thoughts returned, inevitably, inexorably, to that kiss at the fountain. She was with only one Quist brother then. Now, she was going upstairs to where both of them would be waiting for her.
Boundaries? What boundaries? The boundaries started falling the minute you held his hand, the minute you let him kiss you—and you liked it.
Presently, with her hair tied behind her head and her robe closed and fastened with its sash, she stepped through the access portal to the rooftop into the transparent dome on the roof. This was an enclosed observation area, with a fire pit, a bar, a grill, and ultra-comfortable furniture—the perfect place for stargazing.
Outside, over her head, the entire panorama of the Lacertan night sky and all of its millions of stars sparkled at her. Beyond the dome lay a long, wide pool of perfectly blue water, perfectly lit—and two things even more perfect standing in it.
The Quist brothers saw that Brianne had entered the dome and waved, smiling, for her to come out and join them. She found the sliding door to let her out onto the roof and stepped through it into the perfectly climate-controlled air once again. The shoes she had put on had just enough heels to make a little clatter on the polished stone rooftop as she made her way to the pool, which was surrounded by a collection of the same luxurious chairs and divans as inside the dome.
The brothers stood in the shallow part of the pool, which was just up to their waists, admiring her as she approached. Brianne felt the greater admiration: for under the water, she at last caught her first sight of two large, powerful sea serpents. She could not help but smile. If those beasts of maleness looked that wonderful with the natural distortion of looking through the surface of the rippling water of the pool, she could well imagine how impressive they would be when they came up into the air.
“You’re overdressed,” said Donar.
Without a word, Brianne unfastened her robe, revealing the brassiere membrane clinging to her bosom and the thong she wore down below. She kicked off her shoes, tossed her robe onto a chair, and presented herself to her hosts.
Conran and Donar looked at each other, then back at her, just mildly disappointed. “That will not do,” said Conran. “You’re on Lacerta. You’re overdressed for a swim.”
The brothers crossed their arms and waited. Brianne peeled the molded gel garment from her breasts and sent it the way of the robe, then slipped out of the thong and left it at her feet.
“Now you’re ready,” said Conran, grinning appreciatively with his brother and beckoning her. “Come on in.”
Brianne stepped to the edge of the pool and down into the warm, warm water.
The Quist twins took a moment to admire the way the water traced the curvature of her bosom. “Nice. So very nice,” Conran said. Donar, standing by him, nodded in agreement.
“I’m glad you approve,” said Brianne with a soft smile, discreetly looking under the water at the tangible—very tangible, thoroughly hard—signs of their approval.
“Now…,” Donar began.
“Now?” Brianne repeated, her anticipation as buoyant as her body in the water.
“Now…,” Donar continued, “…we swim.”
And without another word, Donar and Conran launched themselves backward and began to kick under the surface for the deeper water of the pool.
Brianne lunged forward and down, submerging herself, and kicked and stroked her way after them.
The pool was of such a size that the three of them could maneuver about under the water with more than enough room to spare. It was practically a pond on the roof. The brothers swam in circles, chasing each other around the perimeter—and around Brianne. Pivoting around with kicks and twists, Brianne realized they were actually circling her, keeping her surrounded, as if to trace the perimeter or circumference of their territory.
For a moment, she called back the rantings of their uncle about predators and their hunting instincts. That made her frown, and she had no more use for frowning and bad feelings tonight. For the rest of this night, Brianne wanted only to feel good. Very good. So, she banished those thoughts from her mind and instead imagined, whimsically, that Conran and Donar were a pair of cralowogs—either safe and sound on their home planet which was not in ecological distress, or cralowogs of the future, bred by her project here on Lacerta, in some lake or river of this world. She saw them as free, contented members of Damara’s species, innocently and playfully swimming in circles, perhaps courting a cralowog female, vying for her attention and favor.
It was a lovely thought—almost as lovely as the sight of the brothers’ actual selves, their muscles rippling with every move they made through the water, their most impressive limbs bobbing between their legs as they went. Brianne had no question but that they were the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen.
Brianne’s lungs started ever so slightly to burn, and she kicked her way back up to break the surface and gulp the air. A second after she surfaced, the brothers arose on either side of her, each of them at a couple of arms’ length. The three of them paddled that way, Donar saying, “What did I tell you? This is the perfect after-party, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Brianne agreed, with the very distinct impression that the night was still young, even with the party well ended.
“Ready to go again?” asked Conran.
“Ready,” she said.
She was prepared to dive back under when she saw the brothers’ horns staring to emerge, their hair to disappear and their skin to turn to scales. They were morphing. This time, they were going to swim as dragons. Oh, this was going to be even more fun than Brianne expected. In a moment, their human bodies gave way to their full dragon selves, and they descended as full dragons back under the water. Grinning widely, Brianne submerged with them.
Now, they swam as before, Conran and Donar swimming in circles around her, but now it was two mighty reptiles with wings folded tight against their backs who made loops with Brianne in the center. She wheeled about, watching them with total fascination, admiring the tuck of their forelimbs against their sides and their rear limbs against the bases of their tails, the gentle undulation of their necks and the powerful twists of their tails that propelled them along their way.
They reminded her of the time she swam with the seaweed lizards of the planet Silonius II, aquatic reptiles the size of adult male humans. The brothers moved like the lizards, which had adapted so beautifully to a marine existence. The animals were like a combination of a Komodo dragon and a marine iguana, reptilian lords of the water. Like all large reptiles, they were capable of holding their breath while submerged for much longer than a human could, up to half an hour or more. Soon, Brianne began to feel her very human limitations and had to surface once again.
Conran and Donar surfaced as well, morphing as they rose. They quickly resumed their human shapes, and Conran began to swim to the shallow end again, making for the steps leading back up onto the deck. Brianne followed, Donar keeping pace with her. In a moment, Conran stood at poolside, shimmering wet from head to foot, and Brianne, reaching the shallow end and the steps, saw for the first time his proud erection in plain view.
The sight of him that way was almost heart-stopping. Climbing up from the water, she gave a little start and jolt at a sudden sensation behind her, the surprising but delicious feeling of strong male hands on her bottom. She turned halfway round to find Donar pressing himself close to her, stealing a feel of her slippery-wet buttocks.
Smiling, she glanced down his body to find the twin of what hung so long and hard between his brother’s legs. It was like the scepter of some ancient god of the ocean, rendered in male flesh turned pink with blood flow. Her scientific side guessed it must be twenty-three centimeters or more in length and at least fifteen centimeters around. Those were the only clinical thoughts she had; she could not think rationally in the presence of this foreskin-bearing member that was identical to its brother’s. Her rational side was falling away, and she gladly let it go.
Brianne stepped out of the pool, Donar keeping close to her, groping her bottom and kissing her shoulders as they walked over to where his brother awaited them. At once, she was in the arms of both of them. Donar’s arms encircled her waist, and his hands moved down lower, his one hand rustling in her pubic hair and the other finding the folds of her sex, which had quickly become as wet inside as outside.
Conran cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed her nipples, making her moan sweetly, while he kissed her mouth and sucked her lips and Donar kissed her shoulders and neck and cheek and licked at her ear. Brianne felt as if she would soon turn as liquid as the water from which they’d emerged.
Donar’s erection pressed into the cleft of Brianne’s buttocks, and he started to give her a slow, wet dry-hump, making her moan more loudly into Conran’s kiss. “Have you ever had a dragon man fuck you?” Donar asked.
Under the erotic onslaught of the two of them, it was all Brianne could do to exhale, “No…” They felt so awesomely wonderful.
“Never?” Donar asked. “All the places you’ve been, you must have met some of us.”
Breathlessly, she replied, “I have. But…no. Never.” This, while Conran leaned down and kissed her bosom.
“They were fools not to take you to bed,” said Conran, licking at her nipple. “And you missed the best lay. We’re going to fix that. You’re getting dragon dick tonight.”
Totally helpless now and loving it, Brianne sighed, “Yes…”
The next minute or so for Brianne was a blur. The next thing she knew, they had her lying prone on one of the divans, which was wide enough for the three of them. Naturally, it was; to be sure, she was not the only woman who had ever been up here. With her last rational thought, Brianne realized that many of the furnishings of the roof must lend themselves to sex for three. So much the better, then.
While Conran lay at one side of her with his face at her bosom, licking one nipple and squeezing the other, Donar parted her legs and spread wide the opening of her woman-cave where a male dragon found his treasure. He descended face-first into her dripping-wet, pink threshold and claimed what he wanted.
With that, the boundaries were gone. After all the heated talk earlier in the evening about dragons conquering what they wanted, Brianne became the territory conquered and taken by two stunning dragons. They took her expertly; she surrendered unconditionally, their hands, lips, and tongues making her quiver from her skin to her core. She could do nothing else.
She wanted to do nothing else. She gave herself over to wanting them, having them, and letting them have her. Donar’s tongue slid up and down the curtains of flesh at her entrance and swirled over and around the pulpy bud that nestled in them. He sucked at the bud with lips and tongue, making tremors of pleasure that shook her inside. Conran’s tongue and fingers worked on her nipples, making them feel hard and hot, his rhythm giving a sensuous counterpoint to what his brother was doing to her down below.
Lying prone as she was, Brianne felt lifted higher and higher with every lick, every suck, every stroke. Her body heaved, and her breaths deepened with rising pleasure. She thrashed her head from side to side as if in a fever of delight. The only other thing as beautiful as the brothers themselves was what they were doing to her. Their oral pleasuring of her, above and below, put Brianne in a rapture of sensuous beauty and made her fly and soar without wings.
The pleasure reached a summit of wonder for Brianne. Her back arched, and she pushed her turgid sex into Donar’s face. She felt as if her spirit might come flying right out of her body as orgasm took hold of her. She let out a wail of joy from the way her entire being spun into release. Ultimately pleasured, she fell down onto the cushion of the divan, panting, laughing. “Oh, that was so good,” she gasped with sex-drunken laughter. “That was so good…”
“It’s going to be better,” said Donar, lifting his face from her wetness and her bush and gazing up at her with still unfettered desire.
“Yes, much better,” Conran said, looking up from her bosom into Brianne’s dazzled eyes. Then, to his brother: “You began this. You fuck her first.”
With a libidinous grin, Donar said, “Fuck yes. My dick has been screaming for her.” He climbed up onto his knees while Conran moved aside. Conran kept a hand at Brianne’s bosom, kneading and squeezing, maintaining a post-orgasmic heat in her body. Brianne lifted her head; she wanted to see the exquisite thing that would happen now.
She wanted to see Donar move his massive pillar of marble-hard flesh with the round and full basket of man-fruit behind it, aim his hot pink bluntness into the quivering wetness where his mouth had been, and slide it home. Brianne felt her entire being expand with a new unfolding of pleasure with Donar’s first stroke into her, stretching her inside and moving all the way to his balls inside her. Helplessly, joyously, she let her head fall back down. Conran moved his hand away and let his brother come down completely on top of her, enclosing her with his massive arms and claiming her mouth with a kiss that tasted of her sex. After savoring the first closure of her tube around his shaft, Donar began quickly to pump in and out of her, making his conquest complete.
Brianne lifted her thighs up around him, the better to receive him. Shutting her eyes, she let him kiss her and thrust fast and hard inside her, at the same time feeling Conran shift on the divan beside her. The hand stroking up and down her thigh, Brianne knew, must be his, and it was wonderful—but nothing else wonderful in all the universe at this moment could compare with what Donar was doing so hotly and urgently between her legs.
The only thing harder than his incredible muscles was the long and massive hardness that he drilled and pounded in and out of her, so deep, so very deep, so inexpressibly satisfying. Maddened with pleasure, he tore his mouth from hers, and their hot breaths and intoxicated moans mingled together.
“I can tell she’s good,” said Conran, watching his brother work on top of her. Brianne felt the tip of Conran’s tongue lapping at her ear. “You like that, don’t you? You like my brother being in you.”
It was all Brianne could do to moan incoherently, blissfully, in response while feeling up the fantastic muscles of Donar’s arms and shoulders and pushing herself up against the deep, deep strokes of his tool. The last corner of her mind that could think in the grip of such ecstasy wondered how she had ever lived this long without knowing such sex from such a man. It was a sex beyond any other she had ever felt. She could no longer imagine any kind of boundary between herself and Donar anymore.
Donar pumped and pounded his throbbing meat inside her, gritting his teeth, cursing, grunting, as consumed with the ecstasy of what he was doing to Brianne as she was. He sped up his beats, moaning in an insanity of delight, until he gasped, “I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming…!” Brianne held him tightly, ready for him.
In a few beats more, it happened. He rammed his meat all the way into her, held himself there, and let go. Brianne felt the pulsation of his hard-on grow stronger, and knew that deep inside her right now a hot white river was flowing out of him. He grunted long and deeply, savoring his climax and his plentiful ejaculation, knowing he was filling her with man-dragon cream. Spent, he began to soften and settled down on top of her, kissing her lips gently, exhaling, “Damn…damn…fuck, that was good…”
“Pull out,” said Conran. “My turn now.”
Donar let his half-softened length slip out of Brianne. He rolled to one side and pulled her into his arms. Groggily, he said, “Take her from behind. I want her tits.”
Turning up the corner of his mouth in a sexy grin, Conran said, “Good idea. I can hump her ass while I’m in her.” He moved himself into position behind Brianne, fitting their bodies together like spoons. Brianne began to breathe heavily again, anticipating one brother while his twin fondled her breasts and nipples. Kissing Donar, she felt Conran lift her thigh. Then she felt the passage of another massive and throbbing root into her entrance, which oozed with Donar’s warm seed. Her lips slid free of Donar’s mouth, letting her cry out in renewed euphoria with the stroke of Conran’s length all the way inside her and the rustling of his pubic hair against her bottom.
“Oh…oh, yes!” Brianne cried, as overcome with joy from being entered by one brother from behind as she was from having the other brother on top of her. Now, she took in Donar’s fondling and kneading of her breasts while the stroke and thrust of Conran’s powerful piston in and out of her propelled her ever further into wondrous delight. His beats inside her felt as if they would go on to infinity, an infinity of sexual abandon.
Conran pounded away, hard and fast, drilling Brianne’s wet and pulsing depths while beating his crotch and pubes against her buttocks. He reached around her uplifted thigh and found her woman-bud, and started to strum it in time with his thrusts, turning Brianne’s mind into a shimmer of delight.
He grunted and groaned with the delicious rhythm of his pumping and the feeling of her tight wetness enclosing his shaft and rained kisses and love bites on her shoulder. Brianne moaned and whimpered along with him while clinging to Donar, who continued his play at her breasts. “That’s it,” said Donar. “Give her that dick. Make her love it. Give it to her…”
Brianne found the voice to cry, “Don’t stop…oh, don’t stop…!”
Hardly stopping, Conran pumped her harder, ever harder, grunting, “Fuck yes…fuck yes,” before clenching his teeth and dissolving into sounds as savage as his beats inside her. Finally, he pulled Brianne from Donar’s grasp. He let his rod slip out of her, slick and soaked, just long enough to put her on her back, climb on top of her, and slide it all the way to his round, firm balls back into her. Brianne almost screamed as Conran now lay atop her, humping hard for dear life, and she brought up her thighs around him as she had done his brother and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Conran pumped Brianne harder and harder, with beastly grunts, until he could stand it no longer. Throwing back his head, he let out an animal sound that signaled his own ultimate release. Brianne felt the red-hot throbbing inside her once again, the sign of Conran’s outpouring of thick white wetness that felt for both of them as if it would go on forever.
Her entire body drank in the feeling of his orgasm hitting him, until he let himself settle down on top of her, his pecs pressing down against her breasts. The sound of Conran’s sated groans mixed with those of his brother’s deep post-coital chuckling. Eventually, Conran lifted his head from Brianne’s shoulder and lightly, softly kissed her, murmuring, “Damn, I knew you’d be a good lay, but…damn…”
She tittered back at him, returning his kiss. The deed was done. Or rather, the deeds were done. And Brianne had no regrets, and she knew neither did they.
Conran rolled off, and Brianne lay between the twins, letting them take turns kissing her while they played with her nipples and rubbed their leaking seed onto her folds and her mound, giving her a tingly feeling of lingering joy. Eventually, they were quiet and still, lying together under the stars and reliving the wonder of what the brothers had done to her.
After a time, Brianne said with a sigh, “Well, that didn’t take long.”
His brow furrowing, Conran mildly objected. “What do you mean, it didn’t take long? Donar and I always take our time and make it last. We don’t rush.”
Brianne grinned, “No, that’s not what I mean. I mean…I have to admit something to you now. I had a sort of…understanding with myself when I got here. I made myself a little promise. I promised myself I wouldn’t let a thing like this happen, that I’d keep it professional between us. I should have known I couldn’t live up to that. Not when the two of you are just so perfect.”
Donar kissed her chin, then her lips. “A promise like that,” he said, “is like a virgin’s cherry: easily broken.”
At that, Brianne broke out into a laugh so raucous, she was grateful that they were halfway up a mountain and on a rooftop where no one could hear. The brothers laughed heartily with her.
Eventually, they settled down again, and Brianne sighed. “I really mean it, though. I really did want to keep it on a professional level. It just wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t be.”
“I’m glad it couldn’t be,” said Donar. “Especially tonight. I think a lay together was what we all needed tonight. After everything that happened with our bloody uncle, we all needed a release.”
“Well, that certainly was a release,” Brianne agreed.
“And there’s no reason we can’t have a professional relationship and a naked one,” Conran said. “Donar and I both had the idea of keeping it on a clothed and platonic basis, and we should have known better. It’s against our nature, and we knew it.” He teased her nipple and kissed her forehead. “Nothing else could happen but this. And our work together isn’t going to change. We’re going to have that for a long time. Our work…and you.” He kissed her mouth, showing her that he meant it.
Looking from the aroused expression of one twin to the other, Brianne wondered aloud, “So…what now? More of the same?”
Arching an eyebrow, Donar replied, “Look down there. You tell us.”
The brothers each propped himself up by an elbow while Brianne came up on both elbows and looked down their bodies at the returning erections. “Oh yes,” she said. “More of the same.”
Conran and Donar stood up, and each of them offered her a hand. Brianne took their hands and let them pull her up. At once, they stood in a three-way naked embrace, Conran’s hardening phallus pressing into the cleft of her buttocks while Donar’s throbbed hotly against her abdomen. Donar kissed her, then let her turn her head and accept Conran’s kiss. “We have other plans for you tonight still,” said Conran. He tilted his head at the observation dome. “In there.”
Donar slipped two fingers into Brianne's sticky sex, making her gasp. “And in there.”
The twins led her from the pool deck into the dome, where the night’s real celebration would now continue.