Page 13 of A Treat For Her Mates

“Mmm. I was right. You do taste good.” He smiles against the folds of my pussy and gives me another lick.

All I can do is groan. V’Lor has moved so he’s kissing my neck, and the pleasure is nearly overwhelming.

“Would you like it if I touched you here?” V’Lor asks, trailing a fingertip over my exposed breast as H’Aart continues to lick my cunt.

“Yes, and you can gently pinch—Ahhh yes, just like that.”

V’Lor teases my nipples, and my hips buck up to press closer to H’Aart.

“Do I get to pinch too?” H’Aart asks.

“Yeah, not too much, ahh fuck, that’s good.”

H’Aart pinches my clit, and I can feel my climax start to build.

“Keep pressing right there. Yes! Make a little circle with your fingers. Keep pressing!”

H’Aart keeps the pressure perfect and V’Lor pinches my nipple again.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” H’Aart whispers and that’s what pushes me over the edge.

I cry out as the orgasm jolts through my body in waves of pleasure so intense I think I might pass out. V’Lor and H’Aart stroke me through the endless waves of sensation and withdraw as the final pulses finish. Then they gather me in their arms, V’Lor holding my body and H’Aart holding my legs, with his head resting on my thigh. The moment is soft, warm, and devastating. I never want them to let me go.

Chapter 10: V’Lor

Oh, my heart. Miranda feels perfect in my arms, and even better with H’Aart here too. He must feel it like I do. As he played with Miranda, as he loved her, I could feel the bond between them growing. And it seems like she felt it just as strongly. If she were from our planet, I would be sure. But being a human, I don’t know how she’s affected by the mating impulse. Before I can ask, she stirs in our arms.

“Ohmigod you guys, that was…well, I don’t have words.” She lets out a shivering sigh. “And you—” she shifts and brushes against what is now incredibly uncomfortable erection.

An undignified gasp burst from my lips.

“Oh wow, V’Lor look at your...it’s super. Wow. Is that uncomfortable?” She pivots to look at H’Aart who’s still hugging her legs. She rubs her knee against him. “And you too, H’Aart. We can’t leave you guys like that.”

“It’s no trouble—” I begin, but H’Aart cuts me off.

“There’s actually a ritual where we’re from for situations like this.”

“Really? What is it?” Miranda asks, her eyes sparking with curiosity.

“No, H’Aart. She is a human. It is too much to ask without practice. Normally it takes months to work up to the ritual.”

Miranda’s cheeks turn red, and she squirms between us. Is she familiar with the ritual?

“Okay guys. I don’t know what ‘the ritual’ is, but does it, like, involve, ah, there’s no polite way of saying it…does it involve both of you fucking me at the same time? Like, using both of my, uh, lower holes?”

“So, you do know!” I grin, impressed by Miranda’s knowledge of our traditions.

“I don’t think she’s familiar with our customs, V’Lor. It must be something humans do, too. Isn’t that right, Miranda?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve done this many times before?” he asks, and her cheeks flush a deeper red.

“No. But I’ve practiced.”

“How?”

“With toys.” she says.

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