The Dracons' Woman (7 page)

“Come,” he said simply.  Lariah wasn’t sure if it was the command, or the hot invitation in his voice that caused the tightening in her belly and the sudden, deliciously erotic shiver that raced through her body.  She thought perhaps both.  She swallowed nervously.

 “Now,” Garen ordered, his tone gentle, but firm.  The tightening increased and she felt her nipples harden to tight peaks.  She realized that she was both unable, and unwilling, to resist the soft command.  It was a startling and exciting discovery.  She reached out and placed one hand in Garen’s, hoping he understood that she was offering her trust as well as her hand.  One glance into his golden eyes told her that he did.  Again that feeling of safety wrapped around her like a blanket.  She knew it made no sense for her to feel safe standing naked before these three very large men, especially as they were eyeing her like starving men at a feast.  But she did feel safe and, once again, she decided to trust her feelings. 

Val and Trey pulled towels from a stack on the counter and shook them out as Garen helped Lariah out of the tub.  Val stepped to her right, lifted the long mass of her hair from her shoulder, and began to rub it lightly with the thick towel.  At the same time, Trey moved to her left and began blotting her skin dry, starting at her shoulders and working his way down, slowly and thoroughly. 

Garen had not missed Lariah’s subtle reaction to his command.  He did not want to risk pushing her too fast, but he found that he had little control over his need to determine for sure if the reaction he had seen was what he hoped.  Trey knelt on the floor to dry her legs, and Garen took the opportunity to give her another command.  He caught her gaze and held it with his own.

“Spread your legs.” He spoke in a low voice, not threatening, but keeping his tone firm, making it clear to her that this was an order, not a request.  Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated just a bit as she immediately obeyed.  It was all Garen could do to bite back a groan at her reaction.  He felt, more than saw, Val and Trey’s reactions.  This was better than they had ever hoped to dream. 

“You are so beautiful it takes my breath away,” he said, his voice gravelly with rising need.  Lariah flushed a darker pink, and he smiled. 

“Put your hand on my shoulder and raise your foot,” Trey said from where he knelt on the floor.  Garen heard the soft command in his brother’s voice, and by the flicker of her eyelids and slight, indrawn breath, so did Lariah.  She removed her hand from Garen’s and placed it hesitantly on Trey’s broad shoulder.  Then she lifted her foot a scant inch off the floor.  Trey slapped her lightly, experimentally, on the smooth globe of her ass.  “Higher,” he ordered in the same low, gentle tone.

Lariah bit her lip and raised her foot higher at once.  The scent of her arousal filled the room, just as it had in the exam room the day before.  Garen’s sharp ears caught the nearly silent groan Trey could not hold back as he carefully rubbed the dainty foot with the towel.

“Good girl,” Garen praised her as he stepped closer, her hard pink nipples almost, but not quite brushing his abdomen.  She was so small, the top of her head not even reaching his shoulder, and so delightfully feminine and delicate.  He reminded himself that they would need to be careful with her at all times.  He lowered his mouth to hers, the need to taste the full, pink lips that exactly matched the color of her nipples nearly overwhelming his reason.  He kept his movements slow so she had plenty of warning.  He had no wish to frighten her, and the moment she showed the slightest hint of fear or resistance, they would stop.  But for now at least, she was enjoying this as much as they were.  She remained still as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue over her lips, testing, tasting, then probed the seam between.  She opened for him at once.  He thrust his tongue into her mouth gently, stroking her tongue with his in a soothing caress, pleased when she tentatively stroked his back, a light, fluttering sensation that sent fire racing through his veins.  When he withdrew and lifted his head, he was pleased to see her eyelids drooping almost closed. 

He raised his hands to her breasts, stroking slowly, broadcasting his intentions so as not to startle her, testing her reactions.  His skin was so dark against hers, so much rougher than her silky softness, the contrast so stark between his large hard body and her soft delicate one that it made his blood race.  He cupped her full breasts in his palms, loving the firm weight of them, than ran his fingertips down the tops to her sweet, deep pink nipples.  He rolled them gently between his fingers, then pinched them lightly.  She shivered and he checked at once to make sure that she wasn’t cold.  He smiled as he watched Val licking and kissing her neck and shoulders, getting the first taste of those delicious freckles.  Val’s eyes met his own for one second, then he carefully nipped Lariah’s neck, immediately laving the tiny hurt with his tongue.  She reacted with a deep shudder and her already hard nipples grew harder between his fingers. 

Garen’s excitement doubled and his heart skipped a beat.  It hardly seemed possible that they could be so lucky.  He tamped his hope down and decided to test her further.  Watching her face intently, he squeezed her nipples between his fingers, not too hard, but harder than before.  Her skin pebbled as she shivered with pleasure.  Garen released the tender flesh, then pinched again, firmly this time, then released quickly.  She moaned softly, arching her back as she pressed her breasts toward him.  The scent of her arousal intensified.  Once again Garen pinched the delicate nipples between his fingers, this time holding them firmly while tugging at them.  Her eyes widened as her breath began to come in soft little pants, but she did not try to pull away.  Instead, she closed her eyes again and arched into him further.  Garen’s cock was so hard he feared it was about to tear through the denim of his jeans to reach her.

 “Lift the other foot,” Trey said.  Garen glanced down and saw her lift the other foot just a little, as she had the first one.  Trey rewarded her at once with another smack on her rump, not hard, but slightly more intense than the first one.  She raised the foot higher without being told and Garen had to grit his teeth and close his eyes to fight back the sudden need to come in his pants like a boy.  When he opened his eyes it took him a moment to identify the conflicting emotions he read on Lariah’s face.  Arousal, surprise, embarrassment. 

Ah, so this is all new to her, he thought.  She was confused and embarrassed by her natural reactions.  She had probably never had sex with more than one man before either.  It was sometimes hard to remember that something that was so much a normal part of their species was considered unusual on Earth. 

 “You are so perfect,” he said, trying to reassure her.  “So sweetly responsive to us.” 

Lariah shuddered all over and her nipples hardened even more.  “You don’t mind that I react…that way?”

Garen smiled as Val and Trey both growled softly.  He watched as Val leaned in behind her and gave the edge of her ear a small nip.

 “Mind?” he asked.  “No baby, we don’t mind.  We love the way you react.  You are the answer to our wildest dreams and hottest fantasies.  You’ve got all three of us about to come in our pants and you haven’t even touched us.”

At his words Lariah’s eyes suddenly dropped to his groin.  He knew she would see the large bulge of his erection beneath his jeans.  There was simply no hiding it, not that he would have tried.  He felt no embarrassment at his body’s reaction to her.  As she stared, he felt himself grow impossibly harder.  A tiny, purely feminine smile of satisfaction lit her face and when she raised her eyes back to his, they were dark with excitement. 

Trey stood and dropped his towel to the floor, Val dropping his at the same time.  Garen reached for Lariah, his large hands spanning her tiny waist. He lifted her easily, carrying her as he backed up to the counter behind him.  He leaned back and set Lariah’s feet back on the floor, then turned her so that her back was to him.  The gentle, feminine curve of her lower back just before it flared out to the firm twin globes of her beautiful, heart shaped ass cradled his erection perfectly. Val and Trey knelt on the floor at her feet and gently but firmly spread her legs wide.  Garen coaxed her back a bit more so that her weight was against him.  When he was sure she was comfortable, he reached up and again palmed her breasts.  He loved the weight of them, so firm and soft, so silky smooth, the nipples hard little points against his fingers.  He felt her body tense and knew that Val and Trey had begun licking and kissing their way from her ankles to her thighs. 

“Relax baby,” he said softly in her ear.  “We just want to make you feel good.  Nothing more.”  He felt her hesitate for a moment, then her muscles began to loosen until she was a little more relaxed against him.

“Her juices are running down her thighs,” Val said hoarsely.  “She is so hot and sweet you can’t believe it.”  Garen felt Lariah tense up, so he groaned softly in her ear to let her know how much they liked her hot and wet.  She relaxed a bit more and he began a slow, rhythmic, milking motion on her breasts, squeezing the full globes lightly, sliding his hands down until he reached her nipples, then pinching them just a bit with a little tug before releasing them and starting again, pinching a little more firmly each time.  Her head fell back against his chest and again he wondered at their luck. 

Her reactions to their commands had revealed her sweetly submissive nature.  That a bit of punishment enhanced her pleasure as well as their own was incredible.  It could not be simple luck.  She had been made just for them, just like the stories said.  Their very own Arima.  He almost couldn’t wait to learn what other traits she had that would suit them so perfectly.

Suddenly Lariah jerked and tensed up again with a squeak.  “Relax baby,” Trey said soothingly.  “Val just wants to lick that pretty little pussy of yours.  And when he’s done, it’s my turn.”

Lariah shivered in Garen’s arms and he couldn’t help but give her a quick, firm little pinch on both nipples.  Her soft, responsive moan had him rubbing his jean clad cock against her back.  He shook with the need to rip his clothes off and fuck her, but instinct told him she was not ready for that.  Yet. 

He resumed the slow milking motion on her breasts again, forcing himself to take deep, calm breaths.  She moaned again, her hips jerking suddenly and he smiled.  “Did Val nip your little clit?” he asked, his voice a whisper in her ear.  She nodded her head jerkily and moaned again, her breath coming in short little pants.  He felt her body begin to tense in a different way, her hips thrusting involuntarily as she pressed her pussy into Val’s mouth.  He caught the rhythm of her soft gasps and jerks, knew that Val was carefully nipping her clit as he licked and sucked her soft wet pussy, and began pinching her nipples in time to her movements.  He felt her orgasm start and held tight to her nipples, tugging on them the way she liked as she exploded in his arms, his cock throbbing so hard that he thought it might be a miracle if he could even walk after this. 

As her orgasm wound down he lightened his touch on her nipples and stroked her soothingly.  He heard Trey and Val change places and knew by the tension in her body when Trey began licking her, taking her slowly back up for another orgasm.  Val stood and leaned over, gently nudging Garen’s fingers away from one breast, replacing them with his mouth. 

“Again?” Lariah asked breathlessly. 

“Again and again and again,” Garen replied, nipping her ear and pinching her nipple at the same time to see how hard she would shudder.  He grinned with satisfaction when she almost shuddered out of his arms.

Chapter 4

Trey and Val spent a few hours cuddled up next to Lariah after they tucked her fully sated and exhausted body into bed.  They had felt slightly ashamed of themselves for pushing her physical limits so far, but the sight, scent, taste and feel of her had robbed them all of sense for a time. 

Now, as Val and Trey lay beside her, watching her sleep, they both noticed how unusual her hair was.  While wet it had appeared to be red with highlights of gold.  Now that it was dry, they could see that about two thirds of the strands were a deep flame color from her scalp all the way to the ends, with no hint of gold in them.  The remaining third of the strands were a bright shiny gold from scalp to end.  The golden strands were sprinkled evenly throughout the red.  Even from a short distance away her hair appeared to be red with gold highlights, but in reality it was two separate and distinct colors.  They had never seen anything like it, and they could not resist running their fingers through the long silky strands as they watched her sleep.

It was early afternoon when Garen stepped quietly into the room and signaled to them.  Trey and Val both checked to be sure that Lariah was still sleeping quietly before they slipped from the bed, careful not to wake her, and followed Garen out.

“What is wrong?” Trey asked, frowning at the expression of mingled surprise and tension on his brother’s face.  He was certain he’d never seen such a look on Garen before and that worried him.

Garen shook his head and laughed shortly.  “You are simply not going to believe this,” he said.  Without further explanation he turned and walked up the hallway.  Trey and Val looked at each other, shrugged, and followed their elder brother through the house and into the study.

By the time they caught up, Garen had already stepped behind the desk.  He waved them over as they entered, Trey pausing to close the door behind them before joining his brothers.  He looked at the vid-screen with its light blue background indicating that it was in stand-by mode and checked the status icons along the bottom.  “Is this prank?” he asked uncertainly, glancing up at Garen in confusion.