The Ilia's Lovers - Chapter Twenty-One

Dahnus left his office for lunch. There was little to get done during Varosai on Amara and in all Amaran territories. Though most colonies weren’t anywhere near the nebula, they still observed the festival, with millions descending on Amara for the four days of the holiday. Most of what Dahnus had to deal with was about foreign governments and a lot of that right now was about Elaine and IGC demanding she be turned over.

As soon as Elaine was ready, she, Hadith and Dahnus would make love and when Dahnus tasted her, he would know for sure if she was their mate. Every instinct in him screamed she was, though the element of doubt remained.

Once she was, Dahnus could not claim her until he had everything in place to marry his Nidila and Nidilan. Until then, he believed he had enough legal precedents and challenges, both on Amara and on the IGC already prepared to protect her.

There was an added layer of protection Dahnus could arrange for her and he had already broached the subject with her, though Elaine didn’t know his true intentions of bringing in a Sehn. Once a Sehn was mated to her, Elaine would have all the protections under the law of a person with a bond mate. If she wasn’t their mate…

Dahnus dismissed the idea at once. Both he and Hadith’s instincts told them Elaine was theirs.

It was day three of their holiday. They were due to return to the palace of light the day after tomorrow so Dahnus, Hadith and Elaine lazed most of the day away on the lounger bed where he had made love to Hadith the previous night. They changed for dinner, finding the table set up when they got back and then went for a walk and returned to the lounger. When it was time for bed, Elaine returned to her own room and Dahnus and Hadith went to theirs.

There was somewhat of a lazy energy to them both when Dahnus walked over to Hadith and pulled him into his arms, Hadith’s back to his front. He took in a deep breath and enjoyed the feel of intimacy between them. He stroked some of Hadith’s hair out of his face and kissed him.

“I think a nice gentle vrokking tonight,” Dahnus said.

“That sounds nice.” Hadith leaned his head back against Dahnus’s shoulder.

“May I join you?”

Both Dahnus and Hadith turned to find Elaine waiting on the deck outside the boundaries of their room. There was a vulnerable look on her face and she was wearing the thinnest, sheerest light nightdress with lace straps, which clung to her body.

“Breath, Hadith,” Dahnus commanded.

“You too,” Hadith replied.

Dahnus took in a breath, then held his hand out to Elaine wordlessly. She stepped forward with a little hesitancy and took Dahnus’s hand.

“If, at any point, you wish to stop, simply say.”

“I know,” Elaine said, smiling.

“I didn’t think you were ready,” Hadith whispered.

“I…. I was ready last night. I followed you to the pier but, you were so beautiful. I wanted to join you but, I really wanted to watch, and hear, and…. feel.”

Dahnus’s next breath came out in a growl of desire. Against him, Hadith was shivering with need and it was that which galvanised Dahnus’s thoughts.

“Do you remember what I said the other day, Elaine?”

“You said you were going to dominate Hadith through me,” she whispered.

Dahnus’s eyes fell to the bench at the bottom of the bed where he would sit and watch them.

“That’s right. I also said I reserved the right to taste that pretty little cunt of yours.”

“Yes, please.”

Dahnus walked over to her.

“Good girl. Please is a word you will have to become very comfortable in using in my bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly.

Vrok. To have an Ilia that submitted so beautifully in bed.

“Good. Hadith, I want you at Elaine’s back.”

“Yes, Dahnus.”

Hadith walked over to Elaine, their eyes locking. Hadith kissed her, then, their lips and tongues entangling before Hadith moved on, kissing her shoulder before he stood at her back.

“Hadith will be your support. Lean on him.”

Elaine did as instructed and Dahnus had to cut off the growl of satisfaction that crawled up his throat.

He fell to his knees before her and looked up into her eyes.

This female had no idea how much this moment meant to both him and Hadith. How this simple act would reveal, would seal their fate. And she was so beautiful, with her wide blue eyes that looked at him with utter trust.

Dahnus swallowed, his mouth suddenly full with saliva at the thought of tasting her, like his entire body was balanced precariously on the edge of darkness, eager to fall.

“Let us see you,” he whispered, taking the edge of the nightdress and rolling it up, revealing her creamy gold thighs, which had turned a rich nectar in the tropic sun. Then her sex was bared, a small covering of hair.

Dahnus took in a deep breath, scenting her and felt his gland thicken beneath his tongue. That had only ever happened with Hadith when he took him in his mouth for the very first time.

His body trembled on that dark precipice.

Hadith took the rolled up nightdress from him and pressed it to her belly with his hand leaving Dahnus’s hands free to explore.

“I did a little research on human anatomy several years ago. So I know this little button here is called a clitoris.’ Dahnus pressed lightly and watched as Elaine almost doubled over, gasping, her eyelids fluttering closed.

“Fascinating.”

“Beautiful,” Hadith whispered.

Dahnus had to agree. The degree to which that simple little touch effected Elaine, the reaction to it, was truly a thing of beauty.

Dahnus pressed the back of his fingers to her mound and made little circles over her, watching Elaine as her face contorted, her breath quickened, and her mouth opened. Without warning, he stopped and waited for her eyes to open. It took a few moments, but when she did, they shone with lust.

“I’m going to place one leg over my shoulder,” he said, and did just that, opening Elaine up, her musk filling the space between her cunt and him.

Even Hadith closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

When his eyes opened again, he looked at Dahnus with a mix of joy and wariness, confirming his bonding glad had the same reaction to her scent his did.

Dahnus looked at her cunt and saw it was dew kissed. It would be enough to confirm their compatibility, their status, but Dahnus wanted more so he brushed his fingers over her lips, then back and again, and in a sawing motion, he pushed into her lips in slow degrees.

Above him, Elaine was moaning, gasping, her hips canting back and forth. Hadith turned her face and they kissed.

By now, Dahnus’s cock was an angry teal rod standing erect against his stomach. It wept, Amaran cocks, male and adalan letting loose enough to lubricate entry to their adalan or caya. To his Hadith, or Elaine. Dahnus tensed his muscles, feeling the burn of arousal notch up into something he truly enjoyed.

Dahnus pushed his finger inside Elaine and she cried out against Hadith’s lips. In a steady motion, he fucked her with one finger, her hips meeting him, her little cunt tightening around him. He couldn’t resist pushing a second finger inside her. An urgent sound of need came from Elaine’s throat, but Hadith’s tongue was too far down her throat for her to make more of a sound than that. Their lips were urgent, their desperation for satisfaction on par.

Dominating Hadith with Elaine would be so much fun. Watching them both try to resist their urges to cum, their desperation growing, feeding his arousal. Then, tonight, Hadith would fuck her, then Dahnus, to seal their bond.

Dahnus swallowed again, his saliva coming thick and fast with the desire to taste her. The precipice grew closer, darker, more inviting.

Dahnus added a third finger.

Elaine’s cunt was weeping now, inviting him to lick, to suckle, to taste.

His cock was throbbing, demanding in a way it never had before. Usually he and his cock were in complete agreement, but it seemed his bonding instinct wanted to vrok his mates and make them one.

But Dahnus was the one in control, not his cock.

When Elaine made a charming puddle in his fingers, Dahnus could wait no more.

He moved Elaine’s leg to the floor and when he was sure she had her feet, he stood, his free hand going to Hadith who was still lost in kissing her.

With lust hazy eyes, Hadith looked at him, then as his hand where he saw Elaine’s gift sitting.

Dahnus fed his fingers into Hadith’s mouth, then, before the reaction could take place, he kissed him, his tongue tangling with Hadith’s the gift spreading. He heard Hadith’s confirming gasp a heartbeat before the gland beneath his tongue fizzed.

Dahnus’s body fell with joy into the darkness.

Elaine was their mate. She was their Nidila, their Ilia. From this moment on, to them, she was all these things. Vrok tradition, laws, conventions, and ceremonies. She was theirs.

And they had to hide it all from her until Dahnus had everything in place.

But plans were for tomorrow. Tonight, it was Hadith, Elaine and Dahnus, the Ilidan, Ilia and Ilan of Amaran having their bonding vrok.

A moment had passed since the fizz under his tongue confirmed her status, but already Dahnus’s whole sense of the universe shifted to make Elaine and Hadith both, the centre of it all.

Hadith and Dahnus broke the kiss and turned to Elaine.

They shared her lips back and forth on the taper of the fizz, so Elaine could sense some of it, but not enough to know. They kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face, her jaw and hair. Dahnus pressed a kiss to her forehead, trying to say with it, all the words he had to hide from her until they were safe to express them freely. To tell her he loved her, would fight for her, would never let her go. He drew her scent, floral and nectar.

With joy, he kissed Hadith again, Elaine kissing his chest, sucking his nipple into his mouth.

Our Ilia.

For Dahnus’s whole life, the injustice of the universe burned his sense of right and wrong. He wanted to change it for all the vulnerable people exploited and hurt by it. Now, he wanted to change it to make it safe for her. Their nidila. Their Ilia.

Sehn, a Zenin, two Kuyon and four Hinari. He would take on as many bond mates for his Ilia as it took to keep her safe. She was especially vulnerable. Human, small, soft and wanted for crimes she didn’t commit.

The injustice of it choked him, but Dahnus pushed it all down. He drew in the threads of his control and pushed it all away.

Now was not the time for any of that.

He dropped to his knees once again, once again guiding her leg over his shoulder, then licked a line over her cunt, his gland lighting up and pulsing fiercely, it wanted her to claim his female and his cock throbbed in agreement.

Dahnus looked up at her and smiled.

“Let’s get rid of this,’ he said, pulling on the nightdress.

Through lust dazed eyes, Elaine comprehended him and nodded. She moved to pull at one of the laces.

“No.”

Dahnus stood in one smooth move and looked over at her.

“Hadith, strip. I want you to watch her from the bed.”

“Dahnus, please?’

Dahnus looked at his adalan. If there was even an ounce of blood in Hadith’s brain he’d be surprised. Smiling, he took Hadith’s hand and led him away from Elaine to the bed.

“Strip for me, my adalan.’

A maelstrom of emotion went over Hadith’s face. Confusion, anger, desire, need. Submission filled lust won and Hadith did as he was told, revealing his beautiful body to his male and female, Dahnus taking a step aside so Elaine could see him.

Hadith’s cock was the angriest teal Dahnus had ever seen. He was desperate to seed his mate.

Dahnus closed his eyes and imagined lazy days on this island, their female’s stomach rounded with their child.

To the Ilanian, it would be the Ilan’s heir. To Dahnus and Hadith, the child they had dreamt about since they met.

When Dahnus opened his eyes, he saw the same longing on Hadith’s face, that he felt in his heart as he watched Elaine.

Dahnus walked over to her, coming up behind her.

“I like that this ties.”

“That’s why I chose it,” Elaine said, her voice husky and oh so sexy.

Dahnus brushed both hands down Elaine’s arms. When he came to her hands, he took them and crossed them over her chest.

“I want to be the one to untie these. But I don’t want to miss the unveiling,” he whispered.

With that, he plucked at the slip knot on her left, then her right shoulder, watching them flutter down over her sun kissed arms. Then he walked over to a space between Hadith and Elaine.

“When you are ready, my heart,” he said to her.

Elaine’s face lit up when she heard what he called her and she dropped her arms, letting the fabric flutter down to reveal her utterly naked beneath.

Dahnus’s mouth went dry, and he heard Hadith utter a prayer of thanks beneath his breath.

“If you should prefer Hadith and I to spend the night worshipping you, instead of our planned activities, we would consider it an honour.”

Hadith’s head whipped around so fast, Dahnus was afraid he would hurt himself, but he looked at Elaine after and nodded eagerly.

“I think… I think that would be a bit too much for me right now…”

“I completely understand,” Dahnus said. “But I hope you will allow us to, soon.”

Elaine nodded wordlessly.

“Then, as we are sticking with our original plans, Hadith, I want you to lie down on your back,” he said, nodding to the bed.

Hadith swallowed audibly and followed his lover’s command.

Dahnus divested himself of his clothes.

“Go join him, Elaine. Lie down on the other side of him, so I can see you both.”

Dahnus grabbed the bench and pulled it away from the bed to a corner while Elaine, watching him, went to the opposite side of the bed and lay down, pressing her body into Hadith.

Arousal shuddered through Dahnus when he saw the soft golden skin of his human Dycalti, bond mate, touching the darker grey skin of his Dyshcalti. He indulged himself, skimming his hand over his cock and swallowing his desire to join them.

“Tell me what you want to do to your… to Hadith, Elaine.”

“I… er…”

Dahnus watched her face for signs of distress. Was he pushing her too far, too fast.

Then her face lit up as she looked down into Hadith’s eyes and a smile gently touched her lips.

“I just want to kiss him for a moment.”

Dahnus felt his heart leap in his chest. Such a simple thing, but such a connection for Amarans.

“Then kiss him, my heart.”

Elaine moved her arm, her fingers moving into Hadith’s hair which was spread around his pillow and caressed his lips with her own. Hadith, unable to control himself, rose a hand to slip into her hair, to pull her closer, deeper.

“Arm down, Hadith.”

He hesitated.

Elaine withdrew a little.

“Arm down, Hadith,” she repeated.

By this point, Hadith was rocking his hips, nurturing his own arousal. But he did what Elaine said.

She leaned down again and kissed him, this time deeper. A reward for his good behaviour.

Vrok, she is perfect.

Dahnus watched as Elaine made love to Hadith’s lips with her own. If Dahnus thought he knew beauty before this moment, now he knew how wrong he was. Seeing his dyshcalti on his bed as they made love was one thing. Seeing his Dycalti making love to him was something altogether more spectacular. It clenched around his heart, fixing something deep within him, fixing it to them, in this moment.

“Tell me what else you want to do to him, Elaine.’

Elaine broke the kiss, Hadith chasing her lips, lifting off the bed before gently, Elaine pushed him down again. She turned to Dahnus, her wide eyes vulnerable but trusting.

She needed this so much, he realised. With all of the control Castus took from her. The abuse, the torture and rape. Giving her this control, while giving her the safety of Dahnus overseeing her, this was the perfect way forward for her.

Elaine cast her eyes over Hadith’s body and Dahnus followed her lead.

Hadith, unlike some adalan, was not allowed to practise the sexual scarification when he came of age. The cult he grew up in believed that an adalan’s body belonged to the dunaar and caya who wanted them at the time, and it was up to them to scar their adalan as they saw fit. Hadith had some of those scars to this day and when Elaine saw them, her eyes picking them out from the scarification he practised later, with Dahnus observing, they filled with tears.

“Don’t cry,” Hadith said, when she sniffed. “They don’t hurt.”

Elaine looked up at them.

“What happened? Who did this to you?”

‘A story for another time, my love,” Hadith replied, stroking her hair.

Elaine leant over and pressed her lips to Hadith’s as though she heal his pain, his scars, his memories with that kiss.

Dahnus cursed himself and walked over to the bed. Of course, Hadith’s scars would upset her. Of course they would remind her of her own pain. He settled on the edge of the bed.

“It is all well, Elaine. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Elaine stared over his shoulder, not able to make eye contact, tears hovering on her lashes.

“He made so sure I didn’t scar. But I feel like I should be covered in them.” Elaine touched her skin, tracing lines in them in seemingly random places that, with breathtaking certainty, Dahnus knew were the places where he had cut her, burned her, done horrifying things to her. Things he had read in the report. Things that Elaine remembered in detail.

“Sometimes, when I first came here, I thought about doing it to myself, so I could see the damage. So, I could know how I felt on the inside, showed on the outside.”

They surrounded her, pressing their bodies to her, holding her. Arms and legs wrapped around her as she cried into Dahnus’s chest, her tears scorching paths of pain down his abdomen.

He would kill every last member of that vrokking family for what Castus did to her. He would kill them for the threat they still posed. He would contact the Inadiine Assassins, and set every spare agent they had one it, and wipe that family from existence.

When Dahnus saw the fire of expectation in Hadith’s eyes, he knew he had his approval. The males who were a threat to his Dycalti, his Ilia, his Nidilan, they all had to die.

After a while the tears stopped, and Elaine went quiet, then tense.

“I hope you don’t feel embarrassed,” Hadith said.

“Know, Elaine, Hadith and I are here for you. Not just for the good things, but for the dark, the sad, the anger. Everything.”

Elaine looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes standing all the more out from her skin for how reddened it became due to her crying.

“I ruined it,” she whispered.

“You ruined nothing, my heart.” Dahnus placed a finger gently under her chin, a request, not a demand. “There will be many nights. Many days. Many places. We will make love so often you’ll scarcely have time for anything else. There is nothing that needs to be done now.”

“But I want to,” Elaine said, an earnest look on her face.

Dahnus looked to Hadith for guidance. With his history being abused, he more than Dahnus would know how best to move forward. Hadith nodded.

“Very well. May I suggest we take a few minutes.”

“I would like to clean up,” Elaine said, sniffing.

Dahnus smiled. “Why? When you look so very delightful right now.”

Elaine laughed.

“I bet I’m a mess.”

“You are beautiful,” Dahnus said, his tone utterly serious.

“Beyond our comprehension,” Hadith said, kissing her cheek. Elaine’s eyes fluttered closed and she gasped.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she said, getting off the bed and disappearing inside the bathroom.

When the door was closed, Dahnus rested back on his calves.

“Is continuing on the right move?” He asked Hadith.

“For her, I think it is the only move. She wants to make love with us, Dahnus. But I also believe this is a watershed moment for her.”

“I understand,” Dahnus said, nodding.

When Elaine appeared from the bathroom a few minutes later, her face freshly washed, her naked body glowing under the light of Tarokan, Dahnus was back in his chair. He and Hadith were both soft now, but he knew, if Elaine did indeed want to continue, her actions, her beauty and seeing her and Hadith together would easily bring him back to his previous state of arousal.

“On the bed,” Dahnus commanded.

Elaine bit her lip and smiled, before doing as she was told.