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Lyra

Time, it seemed, was what Lyra needed.

There was something insane about her predicament. Not long ago, she had snuck out of the Compound, with the intention of just exploring while she had the chance. She hadn’t planned on making a life outside of the Compound – she wasn’t some great explorer or navigator, she wasn’t a nature-kick kind of woman. And yet… here she was.

She had apologized, to Le’on and Karron, for leaving. She thought it was the right thing to do, considering they had become her only chance for survival, but there had been that fear that they were going to take her leaving out on her, and against her. It had been her worry when she had finally come-to that they would punish her.

They hadn’t.

The strange thing was, they seemed to understand – or at the very least had chosen to be accommodating enough that they sat her down, and explained her options to her. It had been Le’on that apologized for being as blunt as they had been, making her feel like she had no outs. Karron had apologized, too, though seemed the less serious of the two and had joked that it was okay, because she would see what they meant in time. They had answered her questions after that – explaining to her that yes, they chose her, but ultimately, they couldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. They merely hoped that she would agree to be theirs, willingly. Over time.

Lyra didn’t know if she wanted to be theirs, the impression that she got from their terms of mating being that it was akin to marriage. She had never even had a long-term boyfriend (friends with benefits, she figured, didn’t count) let alone two alien mates. She did agree, however, to stay. It wasn’t like she could return to the Compound, not at this point at least, and it was better to stay in the company of people who weren’t trying to harm her than out in the wilderness on her own.

She learned the ways of life for the Ammarok, deciding that if this was going to be a long-term thing, then she would need to know what the hell to do. She had a lot of options, which was comforting to her. Though they were a tribal people, they did have technologies. Ever curious, she explored, asked questions, and catalogued all that she learned. She had always fancied herself a bit of a writer, and took the time to do so now that she quite literally had all the time in the world, in abundance. She got to know one of the tribe’s story-tellers, a man name Tarron, and they often spent time together and spoke numerous times when she wasn’t around Le’on and Karron.

Those two… were interesting. She couldn’t deny the fact she had found them appealing physically when she had first met them – nor that she thought they were somewhat terrifying on their own. But she had learned that Le’on was quiet, reflective, and liked having long conversations about… well everything. The nature around them, the philosophy of their lives. He liked to explain things to her, like the way they built their homes and how to use the technology of their people.

Karron, on the other hand, was rambunctious, over-the-top. His personality shone brightly, and Lyra could tell he enjoyed being the center of attention. He liked to tease her, poke at her, but she found it flattering when she noticed that the bulk of his playful teases were directed towards her.

Of course, Karron’s playfulness and Le’on’s attentiveness translated into… other things. More interesting things. As she spent more time with them, a mutual interest made itself known. She didn’t know if it was proximity – they all shared sleeping quarters and the two of them had about as much modesty as a someone in a brothel – or just pent up tension, but.

One night, it snapped.

It was late in the evening, with Lyra winding down. Karron and Le’on were playing a game of Sar’kat – something like chess, played with the carved bones of the Starkee beasts that the Ammarok hunted rigorously. Her two companions had snuggled down on either side of her – Le’on to her front and Karron to her back. They were warm, so warm… and she couldn’t ignore that the heat was from a little more than just the contact. It wasn’t hard to notice the press of Karron’s interest behind her, and she didn’t stop him when his hand came to her hip, fingers rubbing her.

A kiss, was all it took. Le’on taking her lips against his while Karron touched her. they lit her body on fire – made it burn in the pit of her belly and warm within her womanhood. They took her, between the two of them. She had felt nearly split in two as they had their way with her, so completely full that she didn’t know what to do with herself. She had never had men like that before… never two at once and certainly never as many times. They seemed to go on and on, never tiring – even when she felt like her body was spent and her mind was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she didn’t know what the hell to do with herself.

Either way, when she had collapsed against the bed in a heap, she thought that maybe this was the sign she needed to know this was the start of something new.