Thursday, April 24, 2014

Guest Author - Andrew Jericho

Something Beautiful (MMM)

By: Andrew Jericho | Other books by Andrew Jericho | Notify me of Andrew Jericho's new releases
Categories: Erotic Romance, Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 37,816
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, transgender hero, HEA]
Transman, Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, have been in a committed relationship for eight months. The couple is continuing to explore the love and passion that began in an online chat program a year ago. Recently, they further defined that commitment as a marriage.

While on their honeymoon, Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger, with deep green eyes. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. Avery wants the trio to share love and a commitment, not readily understanding Levon’s reservations.

The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise that he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance


Watching as Levon moved towards the front desk, Reed’s eyes became fixated on a sketch that stood alone in the corner. Unlike all of the other framed drawings, this one rested on a golden easel. Breathtaking. Smiling at his thought, Reed moved closer to the image of what looked like three pairs of hands intimately twined. There weren’t any faces, just arms that seemed to appear from the edges of the paper. Reed felt himself flush, when he realized that the three pairs of hands were masculine. Amazing detail. Such tenderness. Moving his hand towards the glass of the frame, Reed ran his fingers across the image.
“That sketch is one of my favorites. However, it’s not for sale.”
Hearing a smooth mellow voice next to his ear, Reed turned to stare into deep green eyes. Mesmerizing. Feeling himself blush again, he quickly looked back at the drawing, trying to rid his mind of the thought. Hating the fire he felt in his cheeks, Reed knew this time it wasn’t from the entwined hands.
The man standing behind him was at least as tall as Levon, maybe an inch or so taller. He had straight, dark brown hair, cut in a shag, which fell almost to his shoulders. A few bangs hung on his forehead, stopping right at the top of his eyebrows. The haircut perfectly framed the angles of his face. To add to the effect, he was wearing a pair of black slacks with a forest-green dress shirt. The combination only further highlighted those mesmerizing eyes. Feeling a twinge of guilt for the romantic attraction he felt, Reed was thankful when Levon returned from the front desk, draping an arm around his waist.
“Is this man bothering you?” Levon asked, as Reed felt him hook a few fingers through the belt loops of his pants.
Before Reed had a chance to reply, the stranger spoke, looking at Levon, “I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself to your partner.”
“Husband,” Levon quickly spoke. “I’m assuming that you are Avery Gaines?”
Reed watched Levon decline the hand that was offered to him. Instead, Avery crossed his arms across his chest.
“Mr. Gaines, are you aware of who I am?” Levon asked, tightening his grip around Reed’s body.
“Yes, you’re Levon Kruger, drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, and this is your husband, Reed Collins. I have fairly eclectic tastes in the arts, and one of those is rock music. Besides, both of your faces have been plastered on a few tabloids in the last week or so with rumors that you have quit Hardcore.”
“Then you know that I’m a transman?” Reed cut in.
“I know you’re a very handsome gay male, if that’s what you mean?” Avery responded, as Reed caught his gaze once more. “Levon, you are quite lucky.”
“Quit flirting with my husband!” Levon spoke sharply.
“I know Reed belongs to you, and likewise. I see the love that you both share, and I’m not trying to come between that, nor would I ever. I was not flirting, merely stating a fact. Levon, if you weren’t so worried about establishing your relationship to your husband with me, then you would have noticed my eyes subtly expressing that fact about you as well.”
“Okay, stop it!” Reed cut in. “What’s wrong with you, Levon, and frankly you too, Avery? I’m assuming that I can call you that, Mr. Gaines, after this episode. My husband and I came here to thank you for buying our meal this morning, and to find out the reason.”
“To be quite honest, I am surprised that both of you are here. Whose idea was that?” Avery asked.
Reed stood quietly, watching as the artist looked directly at Levon’s face.
“The idea was mine,” Levon replied, staring at Reed instead.
“I see.”
“I like to be careful when it comes to who I have contact with, particularly now, since I am responsible for more than just myself.”
“I haven’t been completely truthful. While I didn’t know whether or not I would see the two of you again, I was hoping that I would. That’s why I left my card with the waitress. I bought your meal because it’s not every day that someone sees two men so openly in love, and outwardly expressing those same feelings. I think your husband has already figured out that I am gay, based on his interpretation of my sketch.”
“I didn’t make any type of interpretation.”
“Yes you did,” Avery replied. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and your fingertips tracing the image beneath the glass.”
“I told you to quite flirting with Reed! That’s the last time I will tell you! The next time my fist will make the point!”
“I don’t believe you really want to do that. My day job as a forensic and police sketch artist requires me to be acutely aware of the human body. As part of my training, I studied facial expressions, mannerisms, in additional to the anatomy and physiology of the human body. The body language from you speaks otherwise.”
“Oh really!” Levon said sarcastically, moving within an inch of Avery’s face.
Stepping between the pair, Reed realized that both men were oblivious to his presence, as he watched his husband’s gaze lock with Avery’s eyes.
“The other reason I paid for your breakfast was because I felt an instant attraction to both of you, not just Reed, as you so wrongly perceived. Now, before that statement is misconstrued into something cheap and ugly, I am not in the habit of paying for other men’s breakfast in the hopes of returning them to my studio for a quick seduction! In fact this is the first time I have done anything like this.”
“Keep kissing him, sexy,” Avery spoke.
Avery finally released his legs from his forearms, wrapping them instead around his waist.
“I love you, too, Avery,” Reed finally replied.
“Sweetness, I love you…damn, how I love you.” Avery groaned. “I’m all the way inside you, sweetheart.”
Reed released Levon’s mouth. For just a moment, he lost himself in the touch of the man with the mesmerizing green eyes. His hands tangled in Avery’s hair as their lips moved in sweet passion against each other’s mouth. Next Reed’s hands began to explore the artists’ back, moving quickly to his buttocks. He was matching each of Avery’s gentle trusts with rocking movements of his own.
“Don’t make me come inside you, Reed,” Avery said. “I’ve still got to bond with Levon.”
Reed protested when Avery withdrew his dick. The artist now had his husband beneath his body, as Reed saw the passion unfolding between the pair.
“Hi,” Avery whispered sensually against Levon’s lips.
“Hi yourself, Gaines,” Levon replied.
Reed was so close to release. His groin ached and he felt his cock throbbing. Seeing Avery and Levon’s passionate kissing only fueled his fire.
“Suck your husband, Reed,” Avery said.
At Avery’s command, Reed’s mouth went flush with Levon’s body, as he took his husband’s entire length into his mouth.
“Reed, dammit! That’s how to suck a dick!”
“I love you, sexy, so much,” Avery murmured against Levon’s lips.
“Honey, I love you, too,” Levon replied.
Hearing their whispered words of love flooded Reed’s heart with a passion unlike any he had ever experienced before. Levon’s cock was filling his mouth full of pre-cum, as he used his tongue to slowly lick the shaft from its base upwards to his husband’s swollen cockhead.
“Do you want me inside you, sexy?” Avery asked.
Reed watched as the artist gently brushed strands of damp hair away from Levon’s face. When Levon nodded, Reed saw the artist reaching for the lube. As Avery gelled two of his fingers, he used his other hand to push Levon’s thighs wide open.
“Gaines, my god!” Levon groaned.
“So tight,” Avery murmured.
Reed had a front row seat to the erotic foreplay that Avery was giving his husband. With each stroke of the artist’s fingers into Levon’s anal opening, Reed watched the skin open and then grip the digits inside him. While Reed continued the blow job, he also slipped two of his own fingers next to Averys’ inside Levon’s body. The sensation caused his husband to moan and buck his body upwards. Just as soon, as his fingers had slipped inside Levon’s body, Reed felt Avery removing them.
“Kiss your husband, Reed. Let him know we love him…that we care about his pleasure, too.”
“Aww, shit, Gaines!”
Reed glanced down to see Avery’s lips moving slowly down his husband’s hard dick. Levon was groaning against his lips. Seeing and hearing his husband’s pleasure had Reed insane with desire.
“His tongue—”
Hearing Levon groan again, instead of finishing his sentence, Reed asked, “His tongue, what?”
“Gaines’s tongue feels so good inside my ass.”
“He’s more than ready now, too,” Avery said.
Lying next to Levon on the bed, Reed spoke softly into his husband’s ear, “I love you, metal man. Let Avery make love to you, too.”
Avery was now topping Levon’s body, pushing the drummer’s legs back.
“I do understand, sexy, why you held your heart from me.”
“I had to be sure, Gaines.”
“Are you sure now, baby boy?”
Reed heard Levon’s sensual moan in reply. Avery’s cock was slowly slipping inside his husband.
“Damn…you feel just as good as Reed!” Avery said.
Avery had secured Levon’s right arm above his head, as his other hand was gently cupping the drummer’s left hip.
“That’s it, sexy. Meet my thrusts. Make love to me, baby boy.”
Reed was kissing Levon’s neck, listening to the pleasurable sounds escaping his partner’s mouth. The sound burned desire through his body, as it made his release all the more urgent. Reed felt restless, almost desperate in a sense, to bond his heart to the commitment that the three of them were creating.
“Reed, get your strap-on,” Avery spoke tenderly. “We’re ready to make love as a ménage of love.”
Reed rolled away from Levon’s body and retrieved his strap-on from the nightstand. Securing the dildo, with a harness, around his waist, he cuddled close to the drummer’s body once more.
“Good boy,” Avery replied, staring sensually into Reed’s eyes. “I’ve thought a great deal about tonight, and how I would be able to join three bodies at the same time. One of us has to be double penetrated. That man is going to be you, Levon. Reed and I will be inside you. Three bodies kissing, caressing, their groins pressed so tight. Three hearts forever bonding.”
“Oh, Avery!” Reed murmured.
“That’s right, sweetness, just the three of us.”
Accepting the tube of slick from Avery’s hands, Reed applied the cool gel to the shaft of his dildo, rubbing the remainder in his palm against Levon’s opening. His eyes had not only seen Avery’s cock stretching Levon’s anal cavity, but now his fingers could feel the penetration. So damn erotic. Reed’s thoughts were quickly cycling from romantic, to sensual, and finally lingering in a world of eroticism, only to repeat the process.
Feeling Avery’s hard dick stretching his husband’s flesh caused Reed to linger a bit longer than he should. However, Avery said nothing, as Reed continued to rub his fingers erotically against the connection. Finding the artist’s sac, Reed caressed the swollen nuts.
 “Reed, are you turned on by the fact that I’m inside your husband?”
“Yes, I can’t believe how much.”
“Neither can I,” Levon groaned. “Thrust, Avery, dammit!”
Reed watched as Avery slowly ground his hips against Levon’s pelvis. The drummer’s hands were clutching the artist’s buttocks.
 “Babe, I want you inside me, too! We need this commitment with him.”
“Sweetness, you heard our bottom boy…put your dick in his ass.”

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Release day spectacular with Loc Glin


Unleashing the Woman Within - The Mystic Museum Series 3 by Loc Glin

The Premise

Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives. Each book in the series is vastly different from the others. The 1st book called Howling at the Moon is a ménage evolving shape shifting wolves. The 2nd is called Dulce Isle. Dulce Isle explores a newly widowed man’s changing sexual inclinations. The 3rd novel, SirenBookStrand has scheduled for release April 23, 2014, is called Unleashing the Woman Within, and contains BDSM (with a warning that it contains forced seduction).



Rowena Milestone, corporate executive, has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she can’t seem to have an orgasm even though she likes sex. Her position in the corporate man’s world tends to intimidate her dates. They perform well enough in bed, but they just don’t push her over the edge, until she meets Stephen.

Stephen Sloan has a secret. He belongs to a very special, no holds barred, anything goes sex club. He never thought he’d meet anyone like Rowena there, so he wanted to believe her outrageous story that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. When she disappeared without a trace he knew she’d been telling the truth. Now armed with three pieces of information he is determined to find her.

Rowena was devastated when the curator of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, “If the universe is willing, he will come to you.” Fat chance she has of that happening.

Note: This book contains forced seduction.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Story Excerpt

Rowena hailed a cab, her impeccable red manicure flashing as her hand waved at the passing vehicles. She looked every inch the corporate executive that she was. Her black hair was cut in a precise bob, feminine, but it could not be considered sexy. It was functional and suited her busy lifestyle. Her expensive tailored suit fit her perfectly. Her heels were a bit more stiletto then they should be, but she liked her shoes. They enabled her to express her feminine side.

She could by no means be considered beautiful. Her strong features were feminine enough when she let go of her business demeanor. That business demeanor was what got her to the top. She was a formidable foe.

Her competitive spirit is what made her love butting heads with the men that controlled her corporate world. She was good at her job, and she loved to prove it. Unfortunately that left very little time for a personal life, and no time for romance.

She hoped her date tonight would break the long run of disappointing men she’d met in the last year.


* * * *


Rowena slipped into her clothes as quietly as possible. She picked up her shoes then tiptoed out of the bedroom.

This is why she never went back to her apartment with the date. She didn’t like sneaking out into the night like a thief, but she’d learned it was easier for her and for the man if she did. She’d suffered through enough uncomfortable breakfasts, embarrassing good-byes, and the untruthful “I’ll call you” to know when to cut her losses.

There had to be a man out there who could surprise her, someone who could bring her to orgasm. She’d had one, so she knew they existed. She was getting tired of searching for another. It was always so close and yet so far. She liked sex. She liked it a lot. Why else would she keep trying?

The men she met didn’t want to push the limits with her. She was intimidating at times. She tried to keep that aspect of her personality under control. When on the date, she tried to be just another woman. She was beginning to think that was a lost cause. All a man could see was the powerful corporate executive that she was. Conversation usually bought that fact up.

This man had almost made it, but this would be their last date. They’d had sex on the second and on the third dates. At least six times over the course of the two dates. She’d give him credit for that much. He pleasured her well enough. Unfortunately she was left still searching for that elusive orgasm. She decided to cut her losses and not invest any more time with him. A phone conversation later today would be sufficient. If he wanted to meet in person, she would do that. Sometimes that would happen. It wouldn’t happen with this one. Eric wasn’t emotionally invested in her. She knew that. This would not come as a surprise to him.


* * * *


Two weeks ago she’d had the breakup conversation with Eric. She hadn’t gone out since. It had been a while since she’d been inside a museum. Why she had the urge to go tonight was beyond her. She didn’t have anything better to do so why not?

She looked up at the full moon. In her peripheral vision she saw an elegant woman dressed in black. It seemed as though the woman was looking at her. The woman was shaking her head with an odd expression.

Rowena entered Minerva’s Mystic Museum through the beautifully carved double doors. It wasn’t long before she was impressed with the unusual and eclectic collection. She walked from one area to the next.

She stood in front of one painting for quite some time. A dark-haired, bare-chested man stood with his legs spread apart. He wore black leather pants and boots. He had a Zorro or Lone Ranger mask covering his eyes. She could swear those dark and brooding eyes were staring at her. His wrists were covered in leather. One hand held a blindfold, the other handcuffs. Both were fisted and planted on his hips. The room in which he stood was plain. The drab olive-green walls made his figure seem all the more vibrant and alive.

What would it be like to be dominated by a man like that? Her fingers twitched just thinking about touching that muscled body. Her private regions became warm and moist.

She moved away from the picture, tried to occupy her mind with something else, but somehow her feet found their way back to it. She looked up and frowned at the painting before her.

“He is a fine specimen, is he not?” A female voice said from behind her.

Rowena turned her head. She looked the woman up and down and recalled the woman dressed in black that she’d seen while outside. “Yes, I suppose he is.”

“I am Minerva, curator of the museum.”

Rowena nodded. “I’ve never been here before. Truthfully I didn’t know it existed.”

“People find us when the time is right for them.” Minerva offered her hand.

Rowena frowned, but took Minerva’s hand. “I am Rowena Milestone.”

Minerva looked her right in the eye, something most people found difficult to do. She’d been told her gaze made people nervous. Minerva’s gaze made her nervous. She felt like her insides were being turned inside out and twisted about.

Minerva frowned. “I would never have guessed…as you wish,” she whispered.

“Excuse me?” Rowena said.

“I’m sorry. I was thinking out loud. It is nice to make your acquaintance, Rowena Milestone,” Minerva said. She released Rowena’s hand. “Safe journey,” she said over her shoulder as she moved away.

Rowena looked at the woman’s retreating back. Nice dress, she thought as she passed out.


Adult Excerpt

 “Then maybe you’ll like this instead.” Stephen stepped back from her. He tapped the tip of the crop to her ankle. “I like your shoes, Rowena, fiery red, like your temper. I will learn and taste all the fiery things about you before this encounter is over.”

She shuddered and sucked in a breath.

“I think you like being helpless and out of control.” He moved the crop up the inside of her calf. “Spread your legs open wider, Rowena.” He tapped the crop to her calf with authority.

She didn’t move.

He slapped her ass again. “It’s so warm.” He leaned down behind her. “Yes, it is getting really pink now.” He caressed the rosy patch. He kissed little pecks all over it. “Oh, yes, I could do this all night.”

“Sadist,” she accused him angrily.

“Not really, but I could be if you’d like. The next man may be a sadist. He may enjoy hurting you. Do you want me to treat you rough and hurt you? Is that why you’re here? Is that how you get your kicks, Rowena?”

“No,” she whispered. She sounded shocked.

“Then thank you for being so disobedient, so I get to punish you. I truly do enjoy spanking you.”

“The next man? What you mean the next man?” she demanded.

She sounded like she really didn’t know. “There will be another after me, and then a third. They will have their way with you just as I will. They may not be as understanding about your defiance.”

“Understanding? This is understanding? My ass is stinging. “

“I believe it is.” He caressed her cheeks again as he looked into those lovely blue eyes straining to see him over her shoulder. He placed the crop on the back of her calf. He dragged the crop as he moved around her. “Spread your legs, Rowena,” he commanded.

This time she followed his order, but if her eyes were knives, he’d be flayed alive. Her lips flattened into an angry thin line.

“Very good, Rowena, you’re learning to curb your tongue. Let’s see if I can make you earn another heated caress.”

He moved the crop up her calf to the inside of her thigh. “It’s such a pity you don’t like my touch. This soft skin is very tender.” He flicked the leather tip of the crop across her inner thigh.

She screamed.

“Oh, thank you, Rowena.” He slapped her ass again. He caressed it and moved behind her to kiss it. This time he placed wet kisses all over her rounded buttock while flicking out his tongue against the warmed skin. “You like that, don’t you?”

She shook her head with such vehemence the chains above her rattled.

“I don’t believe you, Rowena. Maybe you’d like this more.” He spread her cheeks and ran his tongue over the exposed skin and over her anus.

She jumped. “Stop!” she ordered.

He slapped her ass. He put the crop at her ankle and moved it toward her thigh. “Would you like me to use the crop here?” He quickly moved the crop to her crotch. “Would you like the leather to lick your pussy, or would you prefer my tongue?”

“You would use that thing there? You would whip me there?”

“I would not whip you, Rowena. I would make the leather caress your cunt.” He pressed the crop harder against her open pussy. “Look down, Rowena.”

She looked straight ahead.

He slapped her ass. “Look down,” he ordered.

Her head bent forward.

“Do you see the leather tip?”

She nodded.

“I will make it kiss you there.” He moved his free hand around her waist and down. He spread his fingers over her mons and through the small patch of neatly trimmed coarse black hair. He moved his fingertips in a small circle, gently massaging.

She began to take quick breaths.

“The thought of that excites you, doesn’t it?”

“No, it’s your touch.”

“Oh, so you do like my touch.”

“Apparently.” She panted, and her hips pressed into his fingers.

“Much better, now we can begin to play.”

“Play?” The word came out in the heated rush.

“Oh, yes. I like to play.” He pressed into her from behind. He could feel his hard cock throbbing through the leather. This woman excited him more than any woman had in a very long time. Tonight he would be her second lover and maybe her third. The night was young, he would see.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

“How long have you been doing this?” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his middle finger between the lips of her cunt searching for her clit. He found the spot and pressed ever so lightly.

She moaned.

“Do you want more?”

She nodded, yes.

“Then tell me, how long?”

“I’ve never done this.”



He didn’t know why, but he believed her. “Good girl,” he whispered as he slowly massaged her clit.

She relaxed into him and moaned. “That feels good,” she said.

“I think I like this side of you,” he whispered and nipped her ear lobe.

She stiffened as she realized she’d let down her guard.






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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Guest Author - Lynn Davidson

Golden Change by Lynn B. Davidson

[Ménage and More: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, F/F elements, voyeurism, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
Kylie Duncan has had difficulty adjusting to living on a sexually permissive planet with her husband Aiden, but her hardest challenge is yet to come. Aiden found love in the most unexpected place when he broke his planet's traditions and married a woman from Earth. 
When he informs her that he wants them to host a young man to live with them, for what he calls a “golden change,” she doesn’t hesitate. When she learns the young man will change physically, resulting from their sexual relationship with him she is shocked.
Jacob Hayden finds the couple intriguing and is surprised when he realizes that he is falling in love with Kylie and Aiden.
On this strange planet, will Kylie open herself to the possibility of loving more than one man, will Aiden allow his heart to be open to another person, and will Jacob find that the love he feels for them will overcome his societies prejudice?
As Kylie rounded the corner, Aiden felt a rush of love as his heart and cock swelled. She was hastening forward, causing her full breasts to bounce and the split in her dress to open so he could see a little of her pussy lips. She stopped right in front of him, turning a saucy circle to give him the full effect.
They were in their foyer, which sported a full-length wall mirror. He looked at her in it as she stopped twirling. Sometimes he felt like a giant when he was with her. His people were exceptionally tall in comparison to earthlings. He was slightly average height for his people at six feet nine inches. She was tiny in comparison at five feet six inches.
He gathered her in his arms. She stood on his boots looking up at him with love in her eyes. Her eyes were light brown with dark rings around her irises and full of cinnamon-colored flecks. “Are you ready, my Viking warrior?” she asked.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. She loved earth romance novels and informed him that he reminded her of one of her favorite character heroes, a lusty Viking. She had shown him illustrations of the Vikings of her history and he could see why she compared his looks with theirs. He had dark blond hair and fair skin, and was in great physical shape.
He supposed he had always been reserved, even before he had met Kylie. He had been told he was stern and foreboding. When they had first met, he had been devastated by a recent loss and he was grateful she had seen through his anger and pain. She loved to tease him that she was living out her own romance novel, and whenever he was grumpy she would say, “We’re past the ‘grumpy Viking hero’ stage and now we are in the ‘happily ever after’ stage!”
She looked down at his pants, watching as his cock filled with lust. He was wearing his white dress pants and of course, now he could only think of them as his “here’s my penis” pants.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, as was his custom. Tonight it was important for him to show the color of his chest and stomach. His fair skin looked like it had been dusted with gold on his chest, torso, and groin.
The dusting of gold or silver color on their men’s skin was the most obvious difference in appearance between his people and her earthly counterparts. The difference in color was also the most important distinction between the men on his planet.
He lifted a hand to her hair, pulling a copper-colored curl from her coiffure. He traced her bare skin with the tip of her hair, causing her skin to flush. Her puffy pink nipples beaded as he trailed her hair over them.
Kylie was unique in many ways to the women on his planet. He had never seen any shade of red hair before and had never seen anyone with freckles.
Not only was her stature tiny in comparison, she was leaner than most women from his planet. Her pert breasts were a stark contrast to their larger, lush breasts. But for all of their obvious charms, she had a subtle sexuality which was in contrast to the women of his planet. Many of them held back from freely giving themselves to their partners. Kylie was shy to show her sexuality, but she exuded it without even trying.
“You know I love your hair down,” he said.
“Please, can I keep my hair up tonight?” she pleaded as she brought a hand to her head.
He nodded. He was sure the reason she was wearing her hair up was because this hairstyle was how most of the societal women wore their hair, not because she preferred to wear it like this.
He grabbed his key fob as he opened the door, leading her to the garage. Their vehicle had a row seat in the front that seated three, and the back was a full-sized bed. He helped Kylie settle in the back before climbing in after her. He reached for the control panel, setting their destination for the convention center. He felt the car pull away as he turned back to face her.
She was leaning on her side with her head propped on her hand. He settled himself on his back, pulling her towards him as he did. He felt her melt into his embrace. Her head was on his shoulder and she lifted one of her legs to rest on his thigh.
He leaned over for a few slow, hot kisses.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked.
Jacob scooted down so he could look at her. He had seen pictures of course, and had anatomy lessons, but nothing had prepared him for this.
Books couldn’t explain how it would feel as her folds plumped up when he stroked her. They couldn’t prepare him for her pure, sweet smell. Nothing could prepare him for the feeling of her channel as he pushed a finger deep in her depths. His cock almost spurted when he felt her muscles grab his finger as he moved it in her.
“Kiss me please, Jacob,” she gasped in pleasure.
Jacob looked up to Aiden’s eyes. Aiden gave him a nod to proceed. He still had her in the crook of his arm that rested under her head.
Jacob pressed kisses to her folds, licking them, all the while continuing to explore her channel with his fingers. He felt fresh juice coat his fingers when he kissed her clit.
“Sit up for a second, Jacob,” Aiden instructed.
Jacob sat back on his heels. His eyes were locked on her luscious body still splayed open. He wanted to fall on her and plunge deep.
“Honey, I want to be under you,” he told Kylie. She gave him a puzzled look. “Sit up for a second,” he said. As she sat up, he scooted behind her. He lay back as he arranged her to lie with her back on his chest. She was so tiny she barely covered his torso. He had hooked his knees under her legs to splay them open for Jacob.
Aiden’s rock-hard cock stood up, and settled against Kylie’s pussy.
They were both looking at him, Kylie with uncontrolled lust, Aiden with calm assessment. “Jacob,” he said. “I am offering you my gold. Will you accept it, respecting me and my authority?”
“Yes, sir,” he replied.
He nodded. “Then take your first dose.”
Jacob knelt down between them as he grabbed Aiden’s cock. Warm to his touch, it was so different from the other silver, cool cocks he had felt before. Jacob stroked it before he sucked the head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head of Aiden’s cock as he explored the feel and taste of him. He smelled and tasted spicy. Jacob opened his mouth wider as he sucked him deep. He opened his throat and let Aiden’s cock hit the back of his throat.
Jacob sucked him with relish. Jacob bobbed his head, trying to ignore Kylie’s open pussy before him as he concentrated on bringing Aiden to orgasm. Aiden’s balls were rock hard and Jacob fondled him as he hummed and sucked.
Jacob felt a small vibration start in Aiden’s balls, which traveled up the base of his cock before it rumbled up to the tip. Hot cum shot the back of his throat. Aiden gave a shout as shots of spicy cum slid down Jacob’s throat. Jacob swallowed each spurt. He relished the gold Aiden provided. Jacob sucked until he felt Aiden’s cock go flaccid, before he let his cock fall out of his mouth. Jacob sat back on his heels. Aiden smiled up at him, hopefully in approval.
Kylie’s eyes were huge. “That was beautiful,” she said.
Aiden kissed her temple. He had his hands on her breasts. He had been pinching her nipples, keeping them hard peaks. Jacob could see her pussy was still full and wet. Aiden took one of his hands and stroked down her torso until it reached her mound. He used two fingers, to split her slit even wider.
 “Jacob, I am offering to you my wife. Will you respect and cherish her, knowing as she gives herself to you she is offering you surcease as you go through your change?”
“Yes, sir,” Jacob replied. His solemn promise was delivered with a slight catch in his voice.
“Bring your cock here,” Aiden instructed Jacob. Jacob rose up on his knees, his cock pressed forward. Aiden grabbed Jacob’s cock as he guided it towards Kylie’s folds. Aiden pressed the head of Jacob’s cock against her clit. She gave a cry at the sensation. Aiden dragged his cock through her folds, as he drove them both crazy.
Aiden continued to hold Jacob’s cock as he brought it to her channel. Kylie looked back at Aiden and whispered, “Yes,” before Aiden let Jacob slip into her heat. Kylie and Jacob both groaned at the sensations. It was heaven. She was hot, tight, and her muscles were clamping around him. She offered her arms up to Jacob. He leaned into her embrace as he slid in. She wriggled to help him slide balls-deep.
 “Hold,” Aiden commanded him when she had fully enveloped him. “Are you good, sweet?” Kylie nodded, smiling at Jacob.
Aiden held Jacob’s ass with one hand, and guided his thrusts. He set the pace for Jacob. Aiden’s other hand pinched and twisted Kylie’s nipple. She undulated between them as Aiden moved his hand faster and faster on Jacob’s ass to urge him on. Jacob tried hard not to pound into her with abandon when he heard her cry out a keening sound.
“Jacob, please, harder,” she cried. “I need it harder.”