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How about that ménage à trois I promised you?

Yup. Totally keeping my word.

NSFW! NSFW! NSFW!

And again, thanks for your patience while I deal with this family crisis. It's been absolute hell, but we fly home Tuesday night, so I'll finally be able to get back to my own life.

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I waited anxiously for Voo’leath and his mate Deti to return. I won’t lie, I was very excited about the prospect of getting some good sex. I hadn’t had a three-way in ages! These last few weeks had been tough on me. Despite how hard and unpleasant the bunks had been back in the cell, I really missed being with my crew.

I really missed my crew! They had been family and lovers, and the good memories we’d made vastly outweighed the bad. Even though their executions weren’t my fault specifically, I still felt a lot of survivor’s guilt.

I tried not to think about sex, instead focusing on the newspaper that Voo had snuck me. Geroo news was pretty dry, and for that I was thankful. It did a good job of keeping my mind off of the night’s potential.

I scoured every single article—even the boring and confusing ones. It wasn’t particularly entertaining, but I was so desperate! If the newspaper was a glass of hot, slightly dirty water, then I was crawling through the desert on my knees, dying of thirst.

As always, I read the politics section first, as this was the most likely to have any direct impact on my life. If the public was upset with the courts for sparing my life, then I wanted to know! Fortunately, there was no indication of that in today’s paper at least. The trial had been weeks ago, and although it had been huge news at the time, it seemed like either the geroo were satisfied with the justice my crew had received, or they had since forgotten about me.

Good.

I also searched for articles about the upcoming election. The paper never came out and predicted who would win, so I had to read each story carefully to try and gauge the public’s opinion. Various articles talked about Governor E’e’s successes and failures. While others dissected Minister Cesto, who would be running against him in two weeks’ time.

E’e had been credited with advancing the defense program, while Cesto’s biggest accomplishment was reforming the educational system. I couldn’t tell for certain, but I felt like E’e had a fair lead over his rival. The election could still go either way, but I suspected that my jailor would keep his office this time.

Again, good. That would give me five more years of the easy life, five more years to try and teach the governor how sex was supposed to be done.

The bolt clacked open. Voo’leath and Dedi slipped inside without their carts and closed the door behind them.

“So? Did you ask her?”

Voo lowered his ears, but Dedi smiled. “He said you’ve been hassling him about having a three-way of all things?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. My heart beat faster. “So, what did you say?”

She grinned wider. “I said, ‘Well, what are we waiting for?’”

“Told ya!” I shouted with a pointed finger, then leapt from my bunk.

Deti and I worked together, shoving Voo roughly ahead until he toppled onto the sheet. Then we grabbed him and muscled him over onto his back. He squirmed with only token resistance—like a guy who didn’t mind what was coming his way but was uncertain whether he could take something even better if he tried.

I turned to his mate while we restrained him. “Which side do you want to sit on first?”

Deti bit her lip for only a moment. “Mind if I take his face?”

I just laughed. “Like I’m gonna turn down Voo’s dick?”

Deti yarped but Voo’leath started to protest, “Now, hang on guys!”

“Shut up, Voo,” laughed his mate as she worked to swap sides without giving him the opportunity to get back up.

“Yeah, the only thing that should be coming out of your mouth is your tongue!” I added as I straddled his hips.

“Oh, all right,” he grumbled, but honestly, he didn’t sound all that upset to me. I suspected that tonight would be the best sex either of the geroo had experienced. In fact, I was going to make damn well certain that it was. For this to become our regular thing—my true objective—then I needed to give them something that they just couldn’t get at home!

I took a squat on Voo’s sheath while Deti delicately positioned herself over his muzzle. Three-ways were certainly more challenging in full gravity than they had been shipboard—doubly so with huge aliens. Deti was a round gal—far from flabby but blessed with a classic geroo body type; narrow up top and extra wide down below. The couple was clearly trying to work together, trying to avoid pinning his arms in place or crushing his nose. With a little experimentation, the two settled down, apparently agreeing on a position that would be comfortable for both.

Voo’leath wasn’t hard just yet, but I wasn’t worried about it. His erection was as inevitable as us enjoying ourselves, and I was in no rush whatsoever. Besides, my priority right then was getting kissed. No one had kissed me since I’d visited Jungo in the hospital, and damn it, I missed kissing!

“C’mere,” I whispered to Deti, beckoning her with my fingers.

The geroo giggled and lowered her ears in a blush. “I’ve never kissed a gah-ah-ah-al before. She closed her eyes and let out the softest moan. Voo, obviously, knew what he was doing.

Deti, that lucky bitch, kept her eyes closed, grinning wide and slowly rocking her hips while Voo nuzzled her. “That’s okay,” I whispered, “just lean forward a bit.”

She took my head in her paws and I did the same. We kissed with just our lips for a moment and then quickly progressed to tongues. I won’t lie, I love geroo tongues. They’re just so ridiculously soft and warm—a bit too wide and thick for the ideal kiss sure, but that just made them better elsewhere. The geroo may have some goofy, backward ideas about when two adults should have sex, but evolution had blessed their race with a gift, something that these dorks had no idea was so special.

Deti’s kisses were tender, wonderful, and slightly shy. And the absolute best part of kissing her was her total transparency. Every single time that Voo’leath did something she liked, I could feel it—either in the way she froze or gasped or just in the way her muscles tensed in apprehension of what would come next. She was so much fun, and I was really getting into it. Beneath me, I was getting Voo’s sheath damp.

He must have been digging this too, as I could feel him stirring, feel him swelling inside that fuzzy sheath. I dropped one paw to his belly and felt around with my pads. Oh yeah, a good three or four centimeters of dick had already emerged.

I grabbed his hips tighter with my knees and toes, then lifted my weight far enough so that I could slide his sheath back all the way to—but not yet revealing—his knot. Once that thing came out, I was certain that he’d cum soon after. And then like all male geroo, he’d probably get sleepy and lethargic. So, I was trying to put that off just as long as possible.

Still holding his sheath back, I settled back down, straddling his cock so each of my labia hung over the opposite sides. Ah! I’d really missed this type of foreplay. Not paying enough attention to my kisses, I must have pushed my tongue too deep inside Deti’s muzzle, and the geroo startled, pulling momentarily away.

I blushed, apologizing with a whispered, “Sorry.” But she waved off my concerns with a paw and closed her eyes, returning to where she’d left off.

Beneath me, I was getting Voo’s dick good and slippery.

“C’mere,” I whispered a second time, and Deti curled forward slightly so that I could kiss her ears and neck.

It’s not really obvious by looking at them, but geroo pelts hang loosely off their shoulders, and if they don’t actively try to pull their muscles tight, it’s possible to gather up a big ol’fistful of their pelt without actually hurting them. This, in itself, would hardly be noteworthy, but I’d heard that female geroo made a big deal about it during sex. Apparently, they really like it when males bite the scruff of slightly longer fur on the back of their necks. And I was absolutely going to put this to the test!

While I nuzzled her ears, I played with her scruff—gathering it together and then letting it slip through my fingers. I couldn’t tell if she was digging it just yet, but eventually I guess I must have pulled it hard enough, and Deti totally locked up! She froze. All her muscles went rigid, and she let out this sound that … I’m not certain I know how to describe it. It was like a super sexy sort of death rattle or something. I know, that sounds awful, but the air just kinda drained from her body.

Still gripping her scruff, I pulled back in surprise, but Deti was still breathing slow and steady. I didn’t appear to be hurting her.

“No way!” I whispered in surprise. This really did do something crazy to geroo gals! And I mean way beyond just a “I like it when you kiss me there” sort of thing. I mean, she was gone! Her body was still here, but wherever her mind had wandered off to, it certainly wasn’t beneath her ears.

“Deti?” I whispered, touching her face. “Deti, are you in there?”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing! She was just a furry statue squatting over her mate’s face.

“No … fucking … way!” I whispered once more. I held her scruff with one paw and with the other I explored her face—touching her lips, poking at her, giving her gentle pinches. She didn’t even twitch.

Beneath me, I could tell that Voo’leath was seriously digging the situation. His licking had grown noisier since I’d scruffed his mate, and now he was rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his dick across my clit.

Oh yeah! I was loving that.

Races that pair bond for life are so damn funny. They’re so possessive of their mates! You screw one of the pair, and the other is bound to react. Some get angry, but others just find it hot. It’s so taboo, so against their culture that when they finally let a third into their mix, they get a real perverse thrill.

I relaxed my grip, and with it, Deti’s muscles turned to jelly. She melted against me, letting me hold her up.

“Are you okay, Deti?” I whispered in her ear. “Did I hurt you?”

She just moaned.

“Please do that again,” she whispered.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, but I was already pulling her scruff tight.

Voo’leath was starting to get a little crazy beneath me, and since Deti was in no shape for kissing me back, I figured it was time to enjoy a little fucking of my own. I’m not sure if it was from Voo’s clit-massage or the pure power-trip of putting his mate into a sexual trance—I suspected a little of both—but I was already on the verge of my first climax. Perfect timing—in my book at least—to take a little ride.

I bent forward a little so that I could accept him inside me. Very nice indeed. Geroo dicks are quite a bit girthier than ringel, but that’s okay, we stretch. He started thrusting harder now that we were fucking for real, and number one rolled over me, making my eyes cross, my tongue loll, and toes grip him tight. Yes! Yes! Yes! And yes!

I let him pound away as the orgasm ran its course and even after it had finally faded, then I slid back on top of him and sat up a bit, toying with just how far I could pry him up before I could cause him any real pain.

Voo’leath whimpered slightly into the slobbery mess he was buried in. He slowed back down to a good pace, so I tilted my hips forward a smidge to give him some relief.

This was too fucking much! I had total control over the two of them, and I wasn’t even trying to dominate. This was gonna be an incredible evening.

With my free paw, I held one of Deti’s long ears still and licked my tongue up inside of it. “You are so doomed now,” I warned her in a whisper. “When Voo’s tongue finally goes numb, I’m totally taking over for him. I’m gonna grab your scruff with my toes and lick you until you melt into a puddle of joy.”

I chuckled softly. “If you’re not walking funny tomorrow, then I’ll never forgive myself!”

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