Page 38 of Broken Triad
“Why didn’t you three just…I thought you’d…” I trail off. I can’t say it.
“Because we want you. You. Not whatever you were pretending to be.” He saw right through me, through the character I was trying to play, my soul laid bare to him.
I sit there, for long minutes as the pool grows hotter, alone.
“Come into the pool with me,” I say, my voice soft and echoing.
Khra turns, slowly. His grey pants are tented out obscenely. He’s been rock-hard this entire time, just from being near me, but he stayed as still as a statue as he guarded me, fighting back his desires as they would debase us both.
He pulls his shirt off, first. Gods, but he’s beautiful, his body a work of art. I can count each one of his defined abs. His body is muscled perfection, all hard lines and battle-won scars, white marks from Scorp claws and weapons. He could have used the alien med-bays to wash his body clean, but he wears them, not proudly, yet without shame, as if they are simply a part of him. He kicks off his boots and strips in front of me, throwing his pants into a pile. He’s got a perfect V line of his Adonis belt that draws my eyes downwards to his huge, throbbing cock.
I never knew a man could get so hard. His dick is as thick as my wrist, this huge, beastly thing that throbs with each beat of his heart, dripping seed like a faucet.
He walks forward, his body perfectly balanced, his feet finding the surest ground naturally. In a fight, one false step could cost him his life, and though he’s massive, he walks almost like a dancer. His slate-grey eyes drink up my being, staring into me as he walks like he’s in a trance. He looks so alien, his skin marble, as though he was carved from my imagination.
Khra steps into the main pool, where the water is deeper, but it only reaches up to his waist as he wades towards me. He stops, five feet from me. Nothing has ever been clearer in my life. I can see every detail of his body, his being, and my eyes stroll up slowly from his cock to his abs, his broad chest, his brand, his hard jaw and sharp, defined features, until I meet his eyes, his eyes that bore into me as though I am the only thing that exists.
I want him to kiss me. I want to feel his lips against mine, as our bodies intertwine, as we become one.
“Please. I need to understand you three. How did you get those scars on your back?”
He doesn’t flinch as I bring up the forbidden topic. He stands, stock-still, for long moments, and his cock slowly softens, until it hangs heavy between his legs, his muscles untensing. He sits on the ledge across from me, leaning back with his arms stretched out on the rock.
“You know quite a bit about our species.”
“Yes. I planned to go to Colossus, one day.”
He nods. “Did you know of Bond Thrum?”
“What is that?”
“Our Priests did a blood ritual. Power rippled out from the epicenter of the altar, and every Aurelian in the universe felt their Mate, just as every human woman Fated to be with a triad felt their men.”
There’s a cold, sharp dagger that cuts through me. I swallow, hard, as emotion wells up in me.
It was my deepest longing not just to be the favorite harem woman of a triad, but to be with them forever. It was my most impossible hope. There was only the tiniest chance, but now, that chance is gone.
“We felt ours. She was in danger, on a planet called Abascus that was going to be overrun with Scorp.” Now he cannot hide his pain. His voice is raw. “We disobeyed orders to try and steal a Reaver to save her. We were caught. Our General whipped us until we were at the brink of death, but he did not let us die. He needed us for the war. We could not save her. We are a cursed triad, Lola. We are cursed to emptiness. It is all we knew… I never thought I could want another woman.”
I take in a huge breath.
“That’s why you hate me. Because you shouldn’t want me.”
“Yes. But I do. I crave you, Lola. I crave you in a way that’s impossible. I see you everywhere I go. You’re etched in my mind, like you carved yourself on my being.” His voice grows more intense, filled with emotion, and he stands, stepping towards me. “I do not want you, playing a character. I do not want you, served up as a bargain, a cheap deal. I wantyou.”
He strides forward through the waters that do not even go up to his thigh, until he’s standing over me as I sit. His cock is huge and thick, directly in front of my mouth, dripping pearly white seed that’s wasted in the waters. He stops there, towering protectively over me. I stand, my hands hesitant as I gently run them over the hard lines of his abs, craving him.
We can never have the only happy ending that an Aurelian and their Mate can have. I can never have his sons. I can never heal him, or make him whole, and soon he will be gone, shipped out to an endless war against the only force of good in the universe. I run my hand up, over his brand, feeling the hard ridges of his skin where it was burned in some dark ritual by the Priests of his species.
And despite how impossible it is, how futile it is logically, as I stare up at him, his protectiveness washes over me.
I need him.
Khra lifts me, his hands on my ass, and I wrap my legs around his body. My pussy grinds against his hard abs as he slides me up high enough that he can kiss me, squeezing my ass cheeks so that my body is pressed against his.
He leans his head down to kiss me, his lips so close to mine, and hesitates. His eyes burn with need, and I meet his kiss, gentle at first, then our lips press together and our tongues swirl as our hearts beat hard.
Khra puts me down on the rock edge of the pool, standing in front of me, breaking off the kiss and licking and kissing down my neck, my collarbone, until he’s kneeling in the waters in front of me and kissing my inner thigh. I moan as his tongue slides slowly towards my sopping wet slit, and I run my hand over the fast-growing black stubble on his shaved head as he kisses my clit. Then he runs his tongue up and down my pussy, making me whimper with lust. I squeeze his huge, powerful shoulders, exulting in the power of his being, when he cannot hold back any longer. He laps at my pussy like he’s starving, tasting my arousal, starving for me.
