The Ilia's Lovers - Chapter Eighteen

Hadith’s control was tenuous at best. Dahnus would have to do something about that before they rejoined Elaine for their meal.

Of course, Dahnus’s own control was suffering. Dahnus thought he was experienced enough that a simple kiss didn’t threaten his discipline, but it had. The longer Dahnus kissed Elaine, the shorter the strings of his restraint became until he’d had to step away, or throw Elaine on the bed, taste her cunt, feel the fizz that would confirm she was their mate and have Hadith fuck her right there, with Dahnus right after. Breed their mate, seed her with their child and claim her place, Hadith’s place, as his Ilia and Ilidan.

Vrok! But he wanted to go back and do that.

Wrestling his instincts back under his control was difficult and Dahnus could see that Hadith was struggling with the same thing.

There was nothing else for it.

“Come, Hadith,” Dahnus said, walking into the bathroom that sat behind their bed.

Hadith was so close to him as they entered, he could feel his heat at his back. As soon as the door was closed, Dahnus threw him against it.

“I need this,” he admitted.

Hadith’s eyes widened in surprise, then closed as he took in a breath.

“Vrok, Dahnus, I want her so much.”

‘I know, my love. Me too.”

With that, Dahnus claimed his lips in a bruising kiss. Unlike Dahnus, Hadith wore his hair up. Dahnus tore the tie out and felt his hair cascade over his shoulders and slipped his hand into his hair, fisting it tightly, his need getting the better of him.

“Dahnus!” Hadith whispered against his lips.

Then he was tearing off Hadith’s clothes and Hadith was doing the same to him.

“I need to vrok you, Hadith,” Dahnus admitted.

“I need you to vrok me,’ Hadith whispered against his lips.

With that, Dahnus turned Hadith and pushing him against the door, pushed his throbbing cock inside his adalan, groaning deep in his throat as he gained every inch.

“Vrooook!”

When Dahnus was fully seated, his leaned his forehead against the back of Hadith’s head and took in several deep, shaky breaths.

“Vrok. I love how my cock feels inside you.”

Hadith clenched.

“Oh, Vrok. Hadith,” he hissed.

“I love how you feel inside me,” Hadith replied, clenching again, moving, vrokking himself on Dahnus’s still cock slowly.

Dahnus gritted his teeth and stayed still, letting his adalan take what he needed from him. When it seemed like his tenuous control was going to stop Hadith stuttered to a halt.

“Please, Dahnus. Please vrok me.’

Dahnus took Hadith’s jaw in his hand, the same way he had Elaine’s and turned Hadith towards him. They kissed, deeply, passionately, desperately. Dahnus imbuing all his love and need for his adalan in that kiss. Then, when he couldn’t wait anymore, he gripped Hadith’s hips in a bruising hold and pulling back, slammed into his adalan, their flesh meeting in a meaty slap.

Then again.

And again.

Then, Dahnus let loose.

There was no discipline, no control, no teasing or delaying. All Dahnus could do was pound into his adalan. Hadith melted. Submitted entirely, beautifully, so much so Dahnus’s cock seemed to grow even harder, his need more urgent as he watched Hadith lean against the door, unable, unwilling to move, letting Dahnus drag him up and down his cock. All the while, Hadith’s face was leaned, cheek pressed against the door, his eyes closed, beatific, his mouth open, his breaths tearing in and out of him and short, gasping, waves. Every now and then, he would moan, short, long, loud, quiet, whimpering, desperate and each struck Dahnus’s cock as pure lust.

“Vrok. You are so beautiful, my Nidilan. My dyshcalti. My heart. My love. My Ilidan.”

This place was the only place Dahnus could say these words out loud. On landing, Dahnus flipped the switch that killed all listening and viewing devices on the island. Here, he could treat his Ilidan as the equal he was and not just an official love. And once they had confirmed their bond with Elaine, once they could tell her who she was to them, they would take her back here so he could do the same with her. Express all of the things he desperately wanted to say already, even though he’d never felt the fizz under his tongue.

Unable to resist, Dahnus swiped at the precum on Hadith’s cock and sucked it off his finger. Immediately the gland under his tongue fizzed to life. Immediately his bonding instinct flared to life and reoriented his world around his adalan.

Pausing, Dahnus kissed Hadith, sharing the fizz, then drew back to see the way his pupils expanded and contracted, the visual sign of the same bonding instinct Dahnus went through only moments before.

They kissed again before Dahnus placed his hand in the centre of Hadith’s back, gently pushed him back to the door, and went back to vrokking him.

Dahnus’s eyes raked down the back of his lover. His dark grey skin was scarred from the horrors Hadith was subjected to at his orphanage, at his adalmis. Despite the scars, he was beautiful, perfect. Dahnus had every bastard one of them killed long ago and he’d do it all again if he could.

Beneath the scars, Hadith’s muscles moved under his skin, playing shadows that made Dahnus want to chase them with his tongue, so he did. His Ilidan tasted of fresh spring water and spices, and it was Dahnus’s favourite flavour, besides his adalan’s cum.

Dahnus had a feeling, whatever his Ilia’s skin tasted of, whatever her cunt tasted of, would soon match Dahnus’s obsession with Hadith’s.

Unable to control his actions anymore, Dahnus pulled Hadith to him and laved at his shoulders, neck, back with his tongue, setting small kisses between each one. He reached around and took Hadith’s cock in his hand, loving the smoother feel of the adalan cock as he stroked up and down while Hadith canted his hips, vrokking both Dahnus’s cock and his own in Dahnus’s hand at the same time.

Among all of this, Dahnus whispered his love for his dyshcalti over and over as he canted his own hips to meet the backward thrust of Hadith’s hips.

“I’m so close,” Hadith said, tensing, waiting for Dahnus to deny him his orgasm.

“Then cum for me, my heart,” Dahnus whispered. “Cum for me, while I cum inside you. I want to see me dripping from you.”

Hadith lost all control. He vrokked himself on Dahnus’s cock and in his hand, his thrusts quickening, his breathing quicker, shallower, his need climbing as Dahnus’s did from his adalan’s reaction.

Dahnus met his pace, both hips and hand and helped his adalan reach for his pleasure.

“Cum for me, Hadith,” Dahnus said, knowing the effect those words would have both on his mate and himself. “Cum.”

Hadith cried out as his cum spurted from his cock, covering the door and Dahnus’s hand.

Watching his adalan in ecstasy was all Dahnus needed. It struck him all at once, a maelstrom of need, sight, sound, the feel of his adalan twitching in his hand, around his cock, the slick of his cum.

Dahnus cried out as his orgasm ignited at the base of his cock and set his whole body alight. At the same time he released, emptying inside his adalan and he pulled him up and down his hips in several long strokes which slapped into the room.

They fell onto the door, both of them gasping for breath. Dahnus closed his mouth and pulled them in through his nose, scenting both of them, their bodies, their sweat, their cum in the air and the beast inside him growled in satisfaction.

Soon, they would scent Elaine the same way and then Dahnus would close the net on both his friends and his enemies and take everything else he wanted.

Because the core of what he wanted was already here. His Ilidan in his arms and, in that small bedroom, probably hearing everything they had just done, and possibly even pleasuring herself to it, his Ilia.

*****

A kiss. They had reduced her to a shivering mess of bloblike substance currently shivering with arousal under the water of her shower, with a kiss. But what a kiss. Elaine was no stranger to sex. No stranger even to domination, she had a boyfriend for a brief time very into it. But never in her life had she had such a sensual experience as she had today.

Dahnus’s lips were firmer. More in control. Hadith’s fuller, more sensuous, biteable. God, she wanted to bite those lips.

Quickly washing, Elaine went into the dressing room and dressed in a simple bikini in navy with an Amaran pattern on it, before wrapping herself up in a matching wrap.

When she went out into the bedroom, the sounds of Dahnus and Hadith making love filled her ears and possibly the whole island.

“Oh shit.”

Elaine wondered over to the edge of the room and listened. It sounded rough, passionate, and somehow still loving at the same time.

Elaine moved, her foot hovering over the decking, wanting to cross the space and join them. But again, that overwhelm. Like every nerve in her body was alive with awareness. Wanted to cross that space, but was too alive, too aware.

What would it feel like? How quickly would their touches, their kisses become too much?

But how expertly Dahnus would choreograph everything?

By the time Hadith, then Dahnus cried out their satisfaction, Elaine’s bikini bottoms were sodden. She could feel it, the slick, the swollen lips, her too sensitive skin. And she knew, when they came out with their superior Amaran senses, they would scent it.

Elaine ran back into the shower, throwing the bikini into the cleanser, and showered again. This time, she slipped her fingers into her pussy, moved them over her clit, and less than a minute later she was gasping through her own release.

After, she caught her breath. She felt better; felt like the edge was taken off, though the ache hadn’t gone away. But at least now she could face them and not be a needy mess.

Changing into another bikini, this one warm pink, she walked out and saw them heading towards her from their room.

Elaine stepped out onto the deck to meet them and they immediately flanked her, each of them taking a hand and pulled her gently towards the pier where their food sat under the leafed canopy. When they reached the table, Dahnus pulled out a chair for both her and Hadith. She sat and he pushed her under, giving her a kiss on the top of her head, before he copied the actions with Hadith. When he sat, he pressed something on the table and a shimmer Elaine was dimly becoming aware of over the food, disappeared.

“To stop the insects getting at it,” Hadith said, seeing her reaction.

Elaine, still embarrassed about hearing Dahnus and Hadith, and about her reaction to them, focused on the table and the food.

There was cut up fruit, creams, dips. A strange, dried fruit with some kind of creamy substance inside, wrapped in a cut of cured meat and held together with some kind of tie like grass. There was a stew of some kind, though it was thick and there was far less of it than Elaine would have thought they’d need. She was also shocked that something that looked like a winter dish would be served in the hot Athian tropics. Next to that was salad, but not like the large leafy salads she was used too. This looked more mediterranean. Small yellow bean or lentil type thing sat small, chopped fruit and vegetables. There was a black grain of some kind. It looked colourful and delicious.

“I had a selection of foods prepared. This,” Dahnus said, pointing to the stew, “Is like the Farum you liked last week, but a thicker version. We’ll have that as our main with the salad. First though, I want you to try these.” Dahnus picked up one of the dried fruits, cured meat combos. “This is called Chomry. It’s a Sehn dish. Usually, the meat is from one of the poisonous creatures from their world. The dried fruit is usually toxic, and the cheese is made from one of their herd animals called a chopa, which is also poisonous. Sehn males eat them to stock up their poison so that they have them ready to protect their mates.”

“Is any of that—”

“No,” Dahnus laughed. “I would not want to poison you. This is an Amaran friendly version of the dish. But I am thinking of hiring a Sehn, and it made me curious about their cuisine.”

Dahnus held the Chomry out to her, making it evident that he intended on feeding it to her himself. Elaine leaned forward and let him feed it to her.

The creaminess of the cheese balanced the saltiness of the cured meat, while the sweetness of the dried fruit brought the whole piece together.

Elaine couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from her. Both Dahnus and Hadith watched her, rapt.

“That is amazing.”

“Apparently, the version Sehn males make for their females, without the poisonous or toxic elements, is even better. Sehn believe feeding their females is a sacred, sensuous act.”

“I don’t think you disagree with them,” Elaine said, feeling daring.

Dahnus grinned and shook his head. “No. I don’t.”

“What are you hiring a Sehn for?” Elaine asked.

“For you,” Dahnus said.

Elaine stared at him, trying to work it out. “What for?” she asked.

As she was asking, Hadith reached out and took her free hand, holding it on the table.

“Sehn consume those poisons and toxins so they can defend themselves and their mates. Their planet is filled with poisonous and toxic creatures and plants. But their females can’t develop any of those things. They carry life. Their bodies must be pure. So, like many males of their world, the males develop anti-venoms, anti-poisons, anti-toxins to purify and protect their mates should they become envenomated or poisoned.”

“And you want that for me?” Elaine asked, still confused.

“There are those on my world who will be very unhappy I have taken you as our lover,” Dahnus said, looking at Hadith. He took Hadith’s other hand and squeezed it before returning his gaze to Elaine. “There have been attempts on Hadith’s life. We can only assume there will be attempts on yours as well. A Sehn will be able to protect you from those who wish to use those methods. From those who wish to frighten you away.”

Elaine sat back and took in a deep breath. This was the first time she was hearing that someone might try to kill her. she shivered, fear arching through her back and shoulders, creeping up over her head, and into her mind.

“Are you well, Elaine?’ Dahnus asked. His voice quiet.

Elaine realised it was half a minute at least since she said anything, moved, reacted. She looked up at Dahnus and Hadith and nodded slowly.

“I spent two years living in hell,” Elaine started.

“I know,” Dahnus said, wariness writ over his face.

“So, these people are idiots if they think being threatened will send me scampering away.”

“You’re sure?” Hadith asked.

Elaine nodded.

“I’ve never felt like I belonged somewhere more than here, with the two of you. Why would I walk away from that?”

“They will want to hurt you,” Dahnus warned.

“Pain doesn’t scare me. Pain was my default state with Castus.” Elaine cleared her throat and swallowed, casting those memories away. She looked up at the two males who were filling her heart with so much love.

“They’ll have to kill me, and you won’t let that happen, will you Dahnus.” It wasn’t a question.

“Never.” Dahnus promised, his voice rough.

Elaine nodded.

“Have you tried these, Hadith?” she asked, picking up one of the Chomry.

“No.” Hadith said, a growing smile on his face.

Elaine reached over, and fed it to him. Together, she and Dahnus watched his eyes close. When he groaned, Elaine’s thoughts turned dirty.

She was almost there. Almost ready to give herself to them.

For as long as they would have her.