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Kiril was very heavily muscled. Mara noted several scars on his big body and knew he had experienced many battles, some of them probably on Earth. Rolling off Mikkarn, Kiril stood at the edge of the bed, positioning himself between the other man’s legs. Mikkarn moved to the edge, spreading his thighs and bending his knees. Mara saw clearly the more recent scar on Kiril left by Tamche, and shuddered in remembrance.

“Do not think of such unpleasantness,” Mikkarn said. “You saved him and Tamche cannot hurt him, or you, ever again. I seriously doubt she will ever get out of prison given the circumstances.”

“You read my mind so easily.” Mara spoke softly, mesmerized by the sight before her as Kiril squeezed a generous amount of lubricant into the palm of his hand and stroked himself until his cock gleamed with the thick gel.

Mikkarn hissed as the head of Kiril’s cock slid into his ass. “You can do the same with us. You just have to reach for it.”

Kiril pumped into Mikkarn with slow, steady, ever-lengthening strokes. Mara did as Mikkarn instructed and reached for his mind. The pleasure was incredible, from the fullness pressing into his ass, the pressure building in his cock and balls, and from knowing Mara enjoyed what she saw. She also felt a lingering darkness in his soul, something she knew would take time to heal.

Resting a hand on Kiril’s arm, she halted his movements. “There is sadness within you. Your soul is as dark as Kiril’s appearance. Why do you blame yourself when others die?”

Mikkarn blinked. “I do not blame myself.”

“Liar,” Kiril and Mara said in unison.

Mikkarn chuckled. “Okay, so maybe I just think that with all the technology we have at our disposal, no one should ever die of anything other than old age.”

“Well.” Mara crawled up on the bed and stretched her body out next to Mikkarn’s. “By learning what I tried to teach you, you’ve made a step in the right direction. But let me tell you something.” She took his face in her hands, gently. “You have god-like power with healing, but you are not God. No matter what you do, no matter what you know, people will always die. It’s all part of the circle of life.”

Kiril gave a shallow thrust and Mikkarn cried out in surprise and pleasure. “Perhaps there are other things you can teach us, Mara. But right now, there are more important things I’m concerned about. Like just how many ways the three of us can fuck before we pass out from exhaustion.”

Mara lowered her mouth to Mikkarn’s and slipped her tongue inside, tasting, teasing.Thiswas what she had been missing all her life and never even realized it. She had truly come home.

Losing herself in the passion of both men, she opened her mind to their cravings. Each wanted the other, each wanted her. Breaking her kiss, Mara stood and disrobed. It was past time they did this for real instead of in the strange dream world she visited every night.

“Stretch out on top of Mikkarn with your back against his chest.” Mara never hesitated. She trusted both men implicitly. Carefully, she straddled Mikkarn’s hips and let of her head rest on his shoulder, her legs on the outside of Mikkarn’s. Mikkarn cupped her breasts as Kiril, firmly imbedded within Mikkarn, grasped her legs and lifted, hooking her knees over his shoulders, grasping her ass in his hands. Her shoulders supported the rest of her weight where they lay on Mikkarn’s chest and his knees helped to support her when he rested his feet on Kiril’s rock-hard stomach. With a wicked grin, Kiril dove straight for her pussy.

Mara gave a sharp yelp and arched her back. Her ankles hooked together behind Kiril’s neck, and she levered herself against his mouth, seeking the friction she needed.

Mikkarn’s arms roamed her body, stroking, plucking her impossibly hard nipples, caressing her hips and ass as she sought her pleasure. “That’s it, sweet. Fuck his mouth.”

Mara was drowning in a sexual haze. Her climax, when it hit her, seized her muscles and took her breath. As she neared the peak, she screamed. She released every pleasure she had ever held back in that one gloriously hedonistic orgasm. Her breath coming in little gasps, her body drenched in sweat, she still wasn’t satisfied. She wanted what she had denied herself for two long, torturous years. She wanted these men to fuck her senseless.

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As the glory of Mara’s climax faded, Kiril gently unwrapped her legs from around his neck. With Mikkarn holding her hips, Kiril once more spread her legs to rest outside Mikkarn’s, exposing her to them both. Carefully, Kiril guided Mikkarn’s cock inside her pulsing pussy. Mikkarn, his knees still bent, repositioned himself so that his feet were supported by the bed and gave an experimental pump, pushing his cock even deeper into her. Mikkarn’s pleasure magnified his own and Kiril clenched his jaw to keep from taking his own pleasure. Not now. Not yet.

“She’s so fuckingtight!” Mikkarn gasped as he gave another experimental thrust, carefully, always mindful of Kiril’s cock still deeply embedded within his ass.

“As are you,” Kiril rumbled as he held Mara’s knees against his chest, and started the steady, gentle rhythm once again. His motion drove Mikkarn’s cock into Mara as he pulled her legs to him with each thrust of his body. He effectively fucked them both. Once he sensed they were all comfortable with the new, complicated position, he started to thrust faster, more forcefully. Before long, their rhythm was a driving force, longing to plunge them over the edge of sanity.

Mikkarn grunted, Kiril growled, and Mara whimpered. As one, they came in a glorious fountain of bliss, the pleasure so intense Kiril actually saw stars. Maybe even a couple of comets and planets as well. No one spoke words of undying love -- they didn’t have to. All they had to do was reach for the others’ thoughts and feelings and it was there. And they did love each other. Passionately.

When their spasms had ceased, when their bodies had no more to give, Kiril withdrew and cleansed himself. When Mara rolled to her side, sliding off Mikkarn’s softening cock, Kiril washed her and Mikkarn as well. Climbing back into bed on shaky legs, he snuggled close to Mara, who was sandwiched once again between them.

For the first time in his life, everything made sense. He would never be without Mikkarn, he wouldn’t have to worry about Mara leaving. They were mates. The love they felt for one another was incredible, and Kiril knew it would never fade. Sighing, completely happy and knowing his mates were as well, Kiril closed his eyes and slept.

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