CHAPTER NINE
Escorted into the dome by the twins, Brianne stood with them on the ring of sensuously plush cushions by the circular fire pit in the middle. Conran waved a hand over the circular basin with coals strewn at the bottom and said, “Light.” At once, from jets under the coals, crackling fire leapt up and cast light and heat into the space.
Not that they needed the heat. The aroused bodies of the naked trio were generating plenty of their own. Brianne had scarcely taken her eyes from the ample, bobbing erections of Conran and Donar. A thrilling feeling shimmered down her spine when Conran, having thus lit the literal fire, reached out and lightly pinched her nipple, and told her, “Now…down on your knees—please.”
Brianne happily obeyed. While Donar sat himself down on the cushions to watch, Brianne descended to her knees before his brother—who moved in closer, put his fingers under her chin to lift her face, and with his other hand moved his straining maleness to her lips and eased it into her mouth. A desiring rumble went through Donar at the sight of his brother slowly but firmly pumping his huge tool in and out over Brianne’s tongue.
Hungry for him, Brianne edged closer to take in the scent of his crotch as well as the sliding of his member and reached back to grasp his hard and flexing buttocks. Conran spread his legs a little wider and began to stroke a little faster in Brianne’s mouth, while Donar brought his face to Brianne’s own bottom to kiss her soft cheeks while moving his hand around to the other side to play with her mound and her newly moistening womanhood.
Conran's male meat tasted as delicious to Brianne as it felt inside her. And her pulse quickened at knowing Donar had more just like it for her to feast on. With expert skill, he slid it through her lips and over her tongue with the perfect stroke and beat for her to enjoy without gagging. He knew exactly what he was doing, as was to be expected from a Lacertan man. But there was a greater delight still awaiting her when Donar took his lips from kissing all over her buttocks and called up to his brother, “Go down on your knees, Conran. And Brianne, go on all-fours and open your legs.”
“I know what he has in mind,” said Conran. “Do as he says.”
Conran let his fleshy pipe slip from Brianne’s mouth and dropped to his knees. Brianne went to her hands and knees and parted her thighs as requested. She could guess what Donar was about to do, and he did just that. He went down on his back and maneuvered his head down between her open legs and lifted his face to her sex to begin to lick and suck at it. Brianne’s groan of approval was cut short by Conran once again feeding her his pulsing length.
Now, to her exquisite pleasure, she had one twin’s erection in her mouth while the other enveloped her lady parts with his mouth. Her juices flowed onto his tongue, and he inserted it into her crevice for more while Brianne supported herself with one hand and raised the other to Conran’s warm sac of chestnuts to tease and play with it.
How much more of this—of them—would she be able to take? Brianne wondered. As much as she was enjoying this moment of orally-induced bliss and hoping it would go on a long time yet, she looked forward to finding out just how long she could bear up under such sustained ecstasy. Donar’s tongue probing her channel while his brother’s piece took command of her mouth, with neither of them showing any sign of letting up, gave her a sign that this was only the beginning of the sexing of her life, and only the first of many, many more such nights during her tenure on Lacerta. Conran and Donar were letting her know in no uncertain terms that she was completely in the power of two of the most carnal creatures in the galaxy.
Donar slipped his tongue from inside Brianne and moved the tip of it up to the on-switch of her greatest pleasure. There he licked and flicked, sending sparks of joy whirling hotly through her body. All the while, Conran thrust away with his shaft, urged on by the squeezing of her palm and the teasing of her fingertips at the bulb of his seed. At length, the dual pleasures took hold of Conran so tightly that he simply held his length in Brianne’s mouth and let her have her wetly desiring way with it.
He tossed back his head and groaned, long and lustily, letting her pull with her lips at his throbbing thickness, reveling in the way she sucked him. Brianne felt the tension building up in Conran and thought at first that he might soon come, spewing his cream right into her mouth. But he surprised her.
Wincing not from pain but from the sudden cessation of pleasure, he slid his piece back and free of Brianne’s sucking, and grunted, “Damnit, I don’t want to come again yet. Not like this.” He leaned his face down to meet her as she gazed up at him, still fondling his balls. “Give my brother some of this. Suck him first.”
Brianne gasped from her own sudden cut-off of pleasure when Donar took his mouth from her sex and climbed out from between her parted legs. He slapped her lightly on her bottom to get her attention, and she turned around from Conran to find Donar stretching out behind her with his own thighs invitingly open and his huge pole standing at attention. “Yes,” said Donar eagerly. “Suck me now, please.”
Without hesitating, Brianne crawled over to where Donar sat waiting for her, presenting his big, hot-pink malenesss. She kissed him with the mouth that had a moment ago swallowed his brother’s meat; then, as Donar lay himself down for her, she descended on his body and engorged herself with what rose up from his crotch, trickling salty sap. Donar, eyes shut tightly, emitted a long and carnal grunt at the wet enveloping of Brianne’s mouth on his shaft.
His body flexed, and his toes curled from Brianne’s pulling and sucking on his hard-on and her fondling of his large, round pouch. Brianne lay curled up between his legs and consumed him, while Conran repeated his brother’s earlier favor of lying behind her, kissing her bottom up and down, and fingering her sex.
There was something else that Brianne wanted to taste, something to which she had not helped herself while sucking Conran but something she now wanted from the other twin. Letting his prong slide from her mouth, she licked her way down to the base of it, and from there her tongue found its way to the plumpness that held his cream. With a careful swallow, she took the entire sac into her mouth and relished the warmth and fullness of it against her tongue. “Oh, fuck!” cried Donar. “Suck my balls!” And she did. Brianne swirled her tongue around the pouch that was his most sensitive place, making him growl feverishly, showing how he loved it. A shock of new pleasure ignited inside her as Conran, perhaps envious that Brianne had not tasted of his berries as she now did his brother’s, began to bite the smoothness of her bottom, not to hurt but to induce another sensation, one that surprised and thrilled her.
She received Conran’s love bites on her buttocks while continuing to fill her mouth with Donar’s soft roundness and fill his body with the rapture of what she was doing to him.
Dizzily, Donar lifted his head and moaned down to her, “Now I’m ready to come. Bane and damn, lie down. Conran, fuck her before I come.”
With another swell of sexy anticipation, Brianne released Donar’s berries and set herself down, as dizzy as he was, beside him. Wasting not an instant, Conran moved like a stalking dragon, putting himself over her. She had instinctively opened her legs, giving Conran an immediate and easy entrance, which he took. In a second, he bore his magnificent body down onto her, and Brianne inhaled as if to breathe in all the heady pleasure in the air with the ultimate delight of Conran slipping his wondrous wood all the way into her waiting, wet groove.
Letting his head fall back onto the cushion, Donar watched Brianne’s face and Conran’s become masks of pure joy at the feeling of Conran starting to pump and thrust inside her. He smiled in a lingering daze from Brianne’s oral sexing and looked on as Conran brought his mouth and Brianne’s together in a blazing kiss and Brianne wrapped her arms around his neck.
Almost as wonderful as screwing a lovely female himself was watching his brother do it to one that they shared. They had not even begun on this Brianne Heatherton. They were going to claim her sex as no other man had ever done and no other man ever could. “Do it hard,” said Donar. “She loves it. Give it to her hard.”
Breaking the kiss, rearing back his head, and bellowing ecstatically through clenched teeth, “AAAHHH, yes!” And he plunged and rammed his wood harder into Brianne, making her wail and shout along with him and tighten her thighs around him, feeling as if his pounding inside her would drive her to madness.
He pumped his piston inside her wetness like a mighty, thrusting machine, an engine of raw sex, pouring all the power of his massive muscles into every stroke. Tears leaked from the corners of Brianne’s eyes, tears of pure joy, and her breath came in gasps. Had she the voice for it, she would have begged him never, ever to stop. The way his piece filled and stretched and reached into her depths, she craved him more and more.
Conran’s banging reached its peak intensity, making him and Brianne feel as if both their entire bodies were masses as wet and torrid as the inside of her channel, which was so thrilled with his pumping prong. Now it was Conran’s turn to gasp, his voice melting into loud, mad whimpers. He could hold back no longer. He had to come now. With a final ram of his piston all the way to Brianne’s womb, he exploded inside with the nova of his orgasm and the torrential burst of his seed that cascaded thick and slippery into Brianne’s depths. He lay himself down upon her, sounding as if he could burst into sobbing, a sound that she echoed, and kissed her again and again. Each kiss was a rejoicing at what she had done for him, taking him over the limits of ecstasy.
Donar nudged his brother. “My turn now. Roll off.”
Almost grudgingly, Conran kissed her one last time and dismounted, sprawling himself out, spent and delirious, beside her. The anticipation welled up inside Brianne once again, the feeling that came only from knowing that she was on the brink of being taken anew. Making a pleasureful sound of his own—“Mmm…” Donar took his brother’s place on top of Brianne.
Her muscles, relaxed after Conran’s climax inside her, tensed up again. She wrapped her shoulders with his arms and let him ease a length of hardened wood identical to Conran’s into the open pinkness where Conran’s power tool had just been. One smooth, sure thrust and he was all the way in her. Brianne’s reaction, half a moan and half a wail, was cut off by Donar’s consuming kiss.
His mouth muffled the further sounds she made when he began to pump, deeply and urgently. Brianne’s head spun. Feeling as delirious as Conran did, lying beside them, Brianne still wanted more. She wanted all the sex they had. And she knew she would surely get it.
Humping and pounding away on top of her, Donar covered her lips and cheeks and chin and neck with kisses, all the while moaning in a low voice, “I want you, Brianne. We want you. Uuuhhh…more…more…more…”
Brianne, totally possessed by his deep, relentless thrusting, whimpered back, “Yes…please…more…”
And he gave her more. Donar pumped on, claiming and conquering her with every beat of his meat in her tube, knowing what he was doing to her and loving what she was doing for him. To be in her, to screw her as if he would never come out of her, was what he had wanted all evening, ever since the kissing at the fountain. The niceties of the evening had delayed him then. Nothing would come between him and the pleasure of joining his loins to hers ever again. He glanced over at the groggy and sated Conran and saw the same resolve in his twin brother’s eyes.
Neither of them would ever be denied the ecstasy of mounting and entering Brianne. It was just too good to wait for. He turned back to Brianne and began again to kiss her gasping mouth while plunging his erection all the way into her and savoring the shudders of joy that he created in her.
Brianne began to buck and thrust up against him, spurring him on to take her as hard as he could, as hard as his brother had just done. Gritting his teeth and continuing to bear down on her, Donar pumped harder, faster. Only the sounds of their mingled outcries of animal passion drowned those of his crotch slamming against her mound with the hard-driving beats of his hardness inside her.
Hard and fast he went, his noises of pure lust growing ever louder, until, like his brother, he tossed back his head and roared out his climax. Brianne let out a long, tearless sound of sobbing at the feeling of his pulsing and throbbing in her depths. His seed came pouring out in another pink, white gusher, filling her up. He ground his crotch and his bush against her, sending a whirling feeling of blazing euphoria into Brianne through her pulpy little love handle.
She wailed out her own sudden climax while their bodies were fused together at the loins. Donar collapsed on top of her, panting and puffing. His hardness slowly softened inside her until he could only let it slip out, with cream still seeping from the tip. Surprised that he was still able to move, he rolled off her, and at last the three of them lay still beside the fire.
They were quiet for a while, staring up at the stars through the clear dome above them. In some corner of her mind, Brianne wondered how many more orgasms were happening out there in the vastness of space, and whether any of them could compare to the ones that had happened right here on a rooftop on the planet Lacerta.
At length, Conran rolled his head over to face her. “Is this your first time getting it from two men at once?” he asked.
She looked over at him and replied, “Yes, it is. I don’t know what’s taken me so long.” She let Conran take her by the hand. He squeezed her hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it.
“It won’t be your last,” he said. “We’re going to do it to you so much more. So much more.” He kissed her hand again. “That’s a promise.”
Donar’s lips at her neck made her face him now. “I’d say it’s time to get you into bed. Let’s go downstairs.”
Brianne kissed Donar and let the brothers help her to her feet. Conran passed his hand over the fire pit and commanded, “Fire out.”
At once, the blaze in the pit retracted its talons of flame, and the Quist brothers and Brianne exited the dome, leaving the rooftop for the spaces in the mansion below. While one fire had just gone out, others would be burning long and hot tonight.