Page 26 of Orange Tundra
As Sim slumped against the bed, spent and sated, Nim was there, his tongue delving between my legs again to lap up the combined essence of our pleasure. He groaned, and Iwhimpered, overstimulated but unwilling to deny myself the additional bliss Nim offered.
Nim’s tail curled around my leg, holding me open and exposed as he feasted on my sensitive flesh. His tail, long and prehensile, snaked up to tease my nipple, rolling and pinching the hardened bud. I arched into the dual sensations, my hands fisting in Sim’s hair, urging him closer.
Sim slipped out of me, his softening cock slick with our combined release. He watched, enraptured, as Nim brought me to the brink again with his talented mouth and skillful tail. My thighs trembled, my breath coming in sharp, needy pants as Nim’s tongue worked magic on my throbbing clit.
Just as I teetered on the precipice, Nim pulled back, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Not yet, my love,” he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “I want to feel you come apart on my cock.”
Nim surged up my body, guiding my head as his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss. I could taste myself and Sim on him, the heady flavor of my arousal mingling with the unique essence of Nim. He positioned me so I was kneeling, his arm around my waist kept me upright. Sim purred below us.
His tail found my entrance, teasing and circling, driving me wild with need.
With a swift, sure thrust, Nim sheathed himself inside me. I cried out, the sudden fullness overwhelming my sensitized flesh. Nim set a hard, driving pace, his hips snapping against mine, his tail curling around my leg, anchoring me to him.
Sim moved below us, his hands sliding over my sweat-slicked skin, cupping my breasts, plucking at my nipples. His tail wrapped around Nim’s upper hip, the rough fur providing delicious friction against my clit with each thrust.
I was lost to sensation, caught between them, my body theirs for the taking. Nim’s cock stroked over that magical spot insideme, his tail teasing my clit, pushing me higher and higher. Sim’s hands and tail drove me wild, his teeth and tongue marking my neck, my shoulders, claiming me as his own.
With a keening cry, I came, my body convulsing around Nim’s pistoning cock. Nim followed me over the edge, his release pulsing deep inside me, his tail lashing, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. Sim held us both, his arms tight around us, his own arousal pressing demandingly against my hip.
We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and panting breaths. Nim and Sim took turns pressing soft kisses to my face, my neck, my shoulders, murmuring words of praise and adoration. I felt wrung out, utterly spent, but incredibly loved and cherished.
With me between them, Sim captured Nim’s lips, their tongues dancing right in front of me.
I drifted off to sleep between them, utterly spent but feeling safer than I had in days, in an underground prison of all places! Nim’s chest rose and fell steadily beneath my cheek, while Sim’s arm draped protectively over us both. Their warmth surrounded me, chasing away the chill of the underground chamber.
Just before sleep claimed me completely, I felt Sim press a kiss to my hair and whisper, “Rest. We’ll figure everything else out later.”
14
NIM
Brynn nestledbetween Sim and me, contentedly nibbling on leftover dried meat. Her skin glowed, and her scent mingled pleasantly with ours. Even in this sparse prison chamber, she managed to make everything feel like home.
A soft chirp drew our attention. The sacred hiscat that had been following Brynn emerged from the shadows, its iridescent fur catching the dim light. The creature padded over to Brynn, rubbing against her barely there pregnant belly with unusual affection. From previous texts and from interactions with other races, her belly will grow with our child. Unlike for us, the only way to impregnate a female was to leave our seeds inside a mechanical womb containing an unfertilized egg harvested from female manaties before they became extinct.
Looking at Brynn and imagining her belly grow with our child - no matter if it was Zirc's, Coone's, or Roqs, I felt my cock stirring. I understand now my cousin Crix's fascination with pregnant females of other species. His porn stash comprised of pregnant females, and pregnant males.
"We need to move quickly," I said, meeting Sim's gaze over Brynn's head. "Getting Onork to the White Tribe ruins is our priority now."
Sim's tail twitched. "What about Orange Lake? Crix needs to examine her."
"The White Tribe ruins first," I insisted. "It's the safest place to establish a base. Our fathers would never think to look there." I paused, choosing my next words carefully. "And there might be knowledge there. About Manasty reproduction."
A commotion outside our door interrupted us. Nif's booming voice carried through the stone walls. "But I want to see the pretty Ne- oof!"
The sound of multiple hands slapping him quiet made Brynn smile despite our tense situation.
"Some guard you are," CG's exasperated voice followed. "Keep your mouth shut about what we saw earlier."
I rose, signaling Sim to stay with Brynn. When I opened the door, I found CG's entire crew trying to restrain an overly excited Nif. The huge manasty's eyes lit up when he spotted me.
"Your Highness! How's the ba-"
Three hands clamped over his mouth at once. Sinx looked ready to strangle him.
"My apologies, Kru'h Nim," CG said formally. "Nif sometimes forgets the meaning of discretion."
I studied them carefully. They knew too much already - about Brynn's true identity, about her pregnancy. It made them dangerous. Yet Onork trusted them, and he had proven loyal before. It is unfortunate, or maybe fate, that Onork was capture harboring the hiscat and ended up here. On the same cell as the seer! If I were my fathers, this coincindence smells like a conspiracy. My fathers will execute them all. Even if Onork was my fathers' teacher.
