Hybrid's Love by Seraphina Donavan Page B

muscled,
their dedication to their training apparent in every rippling
pectoral and ridged abdominal muscle. Whereas Kyr’s chest was
devoid of all hair, Lexian’s bore a light dusting of golden curls,
the hair narrowing into a thin strip before growing thicker again
to form a nest around his cock. His member was as long as Kyr’s,
but not as thick, and the head was perfectly plum shaped. Sitting
up, Wren reached for them, cupping their impressive cocks, one in
each hand. She stroked them simultaneously, and then took Kyr in
her mouth, suckling the thick head of his cock, pulling him deeper
into her mouth.
    It was Lexian’s hands who fisted in her hair,
holding her head steady as Kyr began to thrust. Each thrust was
shallow, a light dip of his hips, but his cock was so large it
filled her mouth completely. The taste of him was divine and only
enhanced by his harsh groans of pleasure. Glancing up, she saw that
Lexian had claimed Kyr’s mouth. The kiss was hard, consuming and
all the hotter for it.
    Pulling back slightly, Wren began to lick
Kyr’s cock, the tip of her tongue caressing every velvety inch of
him. She worked her way down until she could take the tight spheres
of his balls into her mouth, suckling them gently. Her nails
lightly raked his thighs. Unable to resist, she closed her hand
around Lexian’s pulsing shaft, stroking him gently as she once
again took Kyr’s erection deep into her mouth.
    “Enough! Wren, I can’t take any more,” Kyr
said gruffly.
    Reluctantly, Wren let him go. She lay back on
the cushions and watched as the two men kissed again. Kyr stroked
Lexian’s cock, just as she had. Seeing his large hand gripping the
other man’s cock made her body throb with need. She felt so empty
and needed desperately to be filled. Kyr lay down beside her and
pulled her over him so that she straddled his lean hips. His cock
nudged impatiently at her entrance. Impatient herself, Wren gripped
him in her hand and guided him into her wet, aching sheath. She
gasped his name as she impaled herself upon him. So eager to have
him filling her.
    When Lexian moved behind her she smiled. It
was as if he too was reading her mind, and knew precisely what her
fantasy entailed. His hands cupped the soft globes of her behind,
his fingers sliding between the crevice, massaging that tender
opening. The oil that he rubbed on her skin tingled slightly. With
only a slight hesitation, a split second’s doubt, Wren leaned
forward until her breasts were crushed to Kyr’s chest, her head
resting against his shoulder. She felt his hands slide over her
back, down to her bottom where he too cupped the generous globes,
parting them, opening her to Lexian.
    The first gently nudge of Lexian’s cock
against that puckered opening had her groaning. The nerves were
exquisitely sensitive. With only the head of his cock clenched
inside the tight ring of muscles and Kyr’s cock filling her pussy,
she couldn’t halt the flood of pleasure. It roared through her,
leaving her gasping and quaking in their arms, her sheath
contracting rhythmically with the first orgasm.
    Kyr cursed in a language she didn’t
understand, but she could feel his desperation, his need to make
the pleasure last for all of them. Lexian pushed further, sliding
another inch of his cock into the tight passage. The tender flesh
burned with the intrusion, the pleasure and pain mingling in a mind
numbing haze. She gripped Kyr’s shoulders, her nails biting into
his flesh. She forced herself to relax, to open herself more fully
to Lexian’s invasion. He pushed again, his cock sliding past the
second ring of muscles, until h was fully inside her. She could
feel them both, their cocks squeezing against the thin membrane
that separated them. Nothing had ever been so right, so complete,
as having both of them inside her.
    “Please,” she begged, uncertain of even what
she was asking for, but Lexian knew, as did Kyr. Lexian withdrew
first, sliding his cock out of her tight