Burning Love [Flights of Fancy 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (13 page)

His arms slipped around her, and he pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers. She felt so right in his arms, she couldn't resist hugging him tight against her as his tongue flickered between her lips.

She'd been careful to avoid being too attentive to Spence in Krell's presence, and vice versa, remembering the conflict between the two men in the cell of the Rangor, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. Spence felt so good against her now, and she wanted him. From the growing pressure of his swelling cock against her, he must feel the same, and yet the thought of Krell standing somewhere in the room kept playing through her mind.

She discovered where Krell was when he moved up behind her, sandwiching her between him and Spence. His hands moved over her back and up the sides of her head. She felt Krell's fingers touch her forehead, and the familiar calmness came upon her as things gained a new perspective and order in the universe.

Spence pulled his lips from hers, and she opened her eyes. As he kissed down her neck, she saw that while Krell's left hand was on her head, his right fingers touched Spence in the same manner. She knew Krell was giving them both the same gift of peace.

Even when Krell pulled his hands away, the sense of tranquility remained, and she felt four hands moving over her body and removing her clothes. Spence slipped the zipper of her jumpsuit down, his rough hands gently massaging her skin as he went. She felt Krell's long fingers pushing the material from her shoulders, gathering it at her waist, as he kissed her shoulders.

Spence slowly slipped from her embrace and knelt before her, pulling the jumpsuit down to her ankles and helping her step out of the cloud of material. He kissed her thighs as Krell placed his fingers on her forehead again, turning her head to the side where his lips met hers.

Through the intense waves of desire, she felt Spence lift her leg until she stood on one foot with the other draped over his shoulder. His tongue traced her thigh and teased across her clit, causing her to jerk with pleasure. At the same time, Krell reached down and placed his free hand on Spence's head.

As Krell's tongue played in her mouth and Spence's darted into her pussy, Star sensed her orgasm closing on her. Krell pulled his lips from hers and whispered in her ear. "Relax, Star. There is no hurry."

She knew he was right. In the cool light of the calmness he brought to her, she knew all was well with the universe. She only need to relax and love the men who loved her.

Spence lowered her leg to the floor, and the men acted together to lift her from her feet. Krell pulled a cushion from the sofa, and they eased her to the floor and placed it under her head. Spence pulled his uniform off, and lay beside her, his skin hot and moist against her body. Free from the effects of the elders, Krell's skin had cooled, but when he lay against her other side, he too felt warm to her as the men explored her body with their hands.

Krell's fingers moved hesitantly over her pussy, the long digits teasing the very tip of her clit as Spence sucked her nipple, his tongue dancing around the swollen bud between his lips.

Krell spread her lips, and his finger slowly entered her, reaching deep inside, probing and rubbing as he moved. Her hips thrust against his hand, and he stroked her clit with his thumb, causing her to moan with pleasure.

Spence reached with his hand to stroke her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek and to the corners of her mouth. She licked his fingers, sucking them into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them as visions of his cock filling her mouth swam in her head. As she pumped her lips on Spence's fingers, she felt his cock throbbing against her side and Krell's free hand came to rest on her head again. The vision of feeling Spence inside her mouth intensified, and her pussy clamped hard on Krell's fingers as they rubbed her G-spot.

Her climax seemed to come from nowhere. Despite Krell's earlier admonition that there was no hurry, she could no more stop her orgasm than she could have walked home to Earth from here.

With Spence's fingers acting as an ersatz dick in her mouth, her screams came as a series of grunts and garbled words. She didn't think they would have made much more sense if her mouth were empty. Her hips pushed hard against the long fingers filling her pussy, and the sounds of wet smacking as Krell fucked her faster reached her ears even over the noise of her moans.

As she moaned, Krell pulled his hand from her pussy and placed it on Spence's head. Spence flexed his hips, and his cock rubbed firm and hard against her hip, but when Krell touched him, Spence went tense, his body quivering. His mouth fell away from her nipple, and he moaned loudly, his dick throbbing as cum erupted from him, spraying across her hip and thigh.

Spence collapsed, his body going limp beside her, as the waves of her climax receded to a roar and Krell removed his hands from them both. For the first time, she noticed Krell's breathing was as rapid and irregular as hers and Spence's.

The three lie together for a time as their breathing slowed, and the men hugged her close from each side. The feeling of safety, satiety, and love she felt had nothing to do with how Krell or Spence touched her from the outside.

She somehow knew it was all about how they touched her inside, and how they loved her.

Krell chuckled, sounding amazingly like Spence. "Perhaps this human fascination with physical love has some merits."

* * * *

"The Emperor sends his apologies for not being able to make this meeting." Admiral Q smiled, and Elsa shivered a little. "He said his wives reminded him of a more pressing matter."

She laughed. The scuttlebutt said the Emperor was pussy-whipped, but Elsa believed he was just deeply in love with all four of his wives, even after being together for more than 3,000 years. "That's alright, Sir, but we do need to get this settled.
Daedalus
needs to move on in her mission, one way or another."

"Quite so, Captain." His image on the communications screen looked to Star. "So, Lieutenant, you believe the Empire should leave a contingent on this planet to help rebuild. Is that about right?"

In the last few weeks, since settling into the strange relationship she had with Spence and Krell, Star seemed more confident. Elsa knew she'd always been competent, but now Star knew it without being arrogant.

Star nodded. "Yes, Sir. The elders, or at least the computer that pretended to be the elders, may have been a poor form of government, but it worked. Now they have nothing. They need help."

"I won't dispute that point, but you're talking about taking a number of key personnel away from
Daedalus
, yourself and Major Spencer among them."

"I understand, Admiral. Captain Davis and I have discussed this, and we believe
Daedalus
will be fine for five months until replacements can be picked up at a port of call."

"Replacements..." Q gave the smile again, and Elsa couldn't help wondering how he would be in bed. Did he ever get tired? "I'm not so sure there are replacements. Both you and the Major have proven very valuable."

Spence cleared his throat. Like most Marine officers, even high-ranking ones, he wasn't used to dealing with Fleet officers higher than a captain. "Sir, you and I have been in the service of the Emperor long enough to know that's crap. No one is indispensable, and honestly, a trained monkey could do my job."

"I'll speak to Empress Marilyn about finding such a monkey, then. She has a bizarre fascination with pygmy marmosets." Q laughed. "Krell, do the Hendri and Rangor need our help? The Empire isn't in the business of building or running planetary governments."

"I believe we do need that help, at least for a while."

"How long?"

Krell shrugged. Elsa found the behavior a bit annoying, and recently, a number of her crew on the ground had picked up the habit. Star and Spence were the worst of the lot. "Perhaps a year, maybe a little less, maybe more."

"Not very definite." Q glanced at a display screen to the side of his desk. "And if Lieutenant Hawking and Major Spencer don't stay, you want to stay aboard
Daedalus
."

"Yes, that's correct."

"So." Q stared at each person in the room for a few moments. "Why do I feel like I'm being blackmailed?"

"We don't mean it that way, Sir." Elsa squirmed in her chair, her mind still wondering about Q. "I think this is a good solution all around, both for professional and personal reasons."

He sighed. "I played matchmaker for the Emperor many years ago, and I thought he was crazy." The smile again touched his lips. "I sometimes still do. Be that as it may, you have discretion in this matter, Captain Davis. Do what you think is right for all involved, and I'll explain it to the Emperor when his wives let me. Carry on."

The screen faded to black, his smile lingering like a Cheshire cat's.

* * * *

"Helm, prepare to leave orbit, heading one-niner-seven at one-half impulse power."

"One-half impulse on one-niner-seven, aye."

"Communications, get me Lieutenant Hawking, please."

"Yes, Ma'am." Elsa waited while the link to the surface was established. "On channel two, Captain."

"Thank you." She flicked the switch on the command chair. "Star, we're ready to leave orbit. Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, Captain. Things are going just fine, and the new water system you sent down did the trick."

"Good. Fleet advises me the supply ship with the rest of the things you need and the teams from the Foreign Office will be here in eighteen weeks." Elsa paused. Her gut told her this was all going to work out just fine. "We'll be back in sixteen months to pick you up. All three of you."

"That sounds great, Ma'am."

"We'll see how anxious you are to leave then. Good luck, Star."

"Thank you, and Godspeed." The communications line went dead.

Elsa smiled, wondering what she had to look forward to between now and when she would next see the odd trio she was leaving behind to rebuild a world.

"Helm, get us out of here." She waved her hand at the big view screen at the front of the bridge. "Out there."

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Melodee lives near San Diego, California now in a small town whose claim to fame is that it is the former home of Dennis the Catman. The high desert is an interesting place. Between getting about 4 inches of rain a year, the annual wildfires, the occasional 16+ inch snowfall, and 100+ degree heat, it never gets boring! But it's never really green.

She lives with her 6 cats (Alexa, Chaos, Kittles, Tanner, Jake, and Lilac) and her three-legged dog (Tripper). Yes, she will probably die a crazy old cat lady.

Now, a few facts about Melodee:

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Born February 27, 1971

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Favorite Food: Italian, especially pizza. No fish, no fruit on that pizza, thank you.

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Favorite Color: Purple/Lilac

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Favorite Sport: Ice Hockey. Go, Blues!

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Favorite Author: Larry Niven. This is a tough one, but I have to stick with Niven. So many greats in this field.

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Favorite Book: Ringworld. Not the sequels.

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Favorite Music: Classic Rock. I like everything, though.

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