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Hunter flinches slightly as you twirl the cane.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hunter. I’m not using this on you.” Your hand rests for a moment on Crosshair’s head, fingernails at his scalp. “This was just for him tonight.”
You turn to Crosshair. “Arms behind your back. Stay,” Your fingers hold his chin, keeping his body military-straight on his knees next to you. Then you retrieve the crop. “This, on the other hand, is for Hunter.”
You gently caress Hunter’s hot skin, feeling him press into your touch, looking for comfort and reassurance, before groaning as you begin to lay stripes up the back of his thighs and then pay special attention to each buttock, exciting yourself as you listen to his moans and grunts.
Tech is fascinated that the noises of pain and pleasure are so similar, and you find that they are blurring in your mind. All you want is more, as Hunter takes what you are giving, as he responds to each hit, as his skin reddens and bruises begin forming. His submission is intoxicating, but a particularly sharp cry pulls you out of that headspace, and you hold back your last strike. When you kneel next to Hunter, his head hangs forward, he’s panting hard, his sweaty hair obscuring his face.
You run your fingers through his wet locks, before pulling his head up so you can look in his eyes and press a kiss to his parted lips. “You’re being so excellent for me, Hunter.” You move, your fingernails tracing the outline of his tattoo down his sweaty back, over his side. Your hand reaches under him to tug at the chain attached to the clamps on his nipples. He lets out a gasp. Then you take hold of his erection, savoring the desperate moan he releases as you begin stroking him. His breaths change, but just slightly, the sounds of his pleasure still so much like the sounds of his pain. “You can take a few more, can’t you, Hunter? Just to show Crosshair he’s not the only one able to do this?” You squeeze him tightly.
“Ah-ye-yes.”
“Such a good boy,” you smile. You stand, and, a moment later, have selected his harness and are slicking up the cock with lube.
Without being asked, Tech moves the mirror. You take position behind Hunter, twirl the crop so the noise makes him flinch, then rest it delicately at the top of the cleft of his ass.
“When I’m done flogging you, I’m going to fuck you and then ride you. Do you think you’ll be able to handle that?” Before he can answer, you’ve laid five more angry red marks on him.
You wrap your fingertips around the plug and give it a rough tug, his muscles trying to hold on to it, but you hiss at him, and he concentrates on relaxing, and you’re able to pull it out. You slide it back in, letting the widest part keep him stretched, fucking it right at his tight ring. He moans at the stimulation and then cries out as you empty him before thrusting your cock into his prepared ass.
You lean forward to get a grip on his long hair, wrenching his head back, watching his mouth open with sinful moans. His muscles gleam with sweat, and he is so beautiful. You lift the hem of your dress and watch the cock ravaging him, listening to his groans of pleasure, “hngh, hngh, hngh,” until you tire of them and you slap your hand down hard on his red skin, and he yelps in surprise.
You take a cruel satisfaction in doing this to Hunter. Of course, you don’t want to really hurt him, you’re not a natural sadist, but this, what you’re doing to him now, this is what he wants; whatever attention you will give him is what he desires. You could say the same for Wrecker but in such a different way. Wrecker would do all of this for you, if you asked, and maybe he would even derive enjoyment and satisfaction from it, but this is not where his gratification comes from, nor is it really yours. He wants to please you in his soft way; he wants pleasure you can enjoy together.
Hunter wants you to want him, and this is how you both get what you need. You pull roughly on his hair, watching his expressive face as your thighs slap hard against his battered skin. Your legs are shaking. If you don’t pace yourself, you’ll be too tired to ride him, and, despite your past reluctance, you need to feel him inside you, need to look down at his beautiful submissive body, to listen to him moan as you let his cock enter you, knowing that he is enduring more pain to have it, but also knowing that his pleasure is only being enhanced.
One last hard thrust, and you hold yourself still as you unfasten the harness and refasten it around him.
“On your back.”
Tentatively he lies on his stomach and then rolls. You lift his legs so you can admire the cock buried in his ass and your marks on his flesh.
“We can bacta this later,” you say, as you run your fingers along his welts.
“Nah, gonna keep them.”
You look at Crosshair. He always keeps his marks. You think of Tech so long ago telling you how these two men tend to mirror each other, and you smile. Crosshair twitches when you do.
You lift your dress off before you straddle Hunter, trapping his erection under you. Then you watch your reflection as you slide down on him and he feels amazing inside you. You shudder in pleasure as you shift on top of him until he’s as deep as he can be, moaning under you. Your legs are burning from the work you’ve already done tonight.
You take hold of the pretty chain and pull. Hunter grits his teeth and you listen to his groan turn into a gasping whimper as the clamps release, leaving his nipples red and painfully sensitive. Then you lean forward and slide your tongue roughly over the two nubs of abused flesh. He squirms under you, but there’s no escape.
Finally satisfied with his torment, you order, “Fuck me.” He gasps. “Slowly. Let me feel every inch of you.”
And he does, hands around your waist, lifting his hips to press into you, then carefully sliding almost all the way out, then all the way in, again and again. And it feels so wonderful.
You whimper and moan and shudder. “So good, Hunter, so fucking good.” You sit up, moving together, Hunter’s hands drifting up to fondle your breasts. Ripples of ecstasy run through you, drawing soft cries from your lips. You take your time as you ride him for your pleasure.
You close your eyes; you’re close, as close as you’ve ever been to coming on Hunter’s cock.
Then you feel Tech’s fingers in your hair, and you know what he wants, as standing, he straddles Hunter’s torso, making Hunter release you, blocking your view of everything except his hard cock framed by his black pants. You put your hands on his thighs and take him in your mouth. You let him use you, a few rough thrusts between your lips, to the back of your throat, a display for the other two men, but they don’t need it, and tonight, you don’t feel like indulging Tech.
You squeeze his thigh three times, and he stops immediately and begins pulling away, but you hold on to him to keep him in place. You glance up, his cock still in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head, making eye contact, then you look pointedly over at your chair, and back at him.
He holds you a little longer, keeping his cock shallow between your lips, before saying, “When you finish with Hunter, I would like you in that chair, please.” A final stroke using your whole mouth, and he releases you. You make a show of wiping away the saliva that has dribbled down your chin.
And now you focus back on Hunter, leaning forward again, but this time to kiss him, to kiss him with the mouth that still tastes of Tech’s cock. You both moan, tongues flicking against each other, a careful and indulgent exploration, his hand on your face, fingers stroking your cheek, and, gods, Hunter is good at this. He starts moving under you, and you shiver as you sit back up.
“Make me come on your cock, Hunter. Can you do that? Can you make me come?”
He grunts, and then his hand slides between your legs, and he braces you with his other arm to keep you from falling over onto him.
You feel it, your climax, building, as Hunter starts to whisper filth.
“You like that thick cock in you? Everytime I move, I can feel your cock in my ass. Feels so fucking good. Everytime I thrust, it feels like it gets deeper in me, filling me up.” His hand is at your hip, holding you hard. “Want you to tie up my cock then fuck me ‘til I collapse under you. Want you to ravage me.”
“Yeah,” you moan. “That’s…what you want?”
“Want to come on your cock, the way I’m going to make you come on mine.” He shifts you back, his fingers working on your clit. His hand reaches up to hold your jaw, his thumb pushing into your mouth. You bite him, and he moans before lifting his hips and thrusting hard repeatedly.
You throw your head back as you come, crying out a gasping moan of pleasure, shuddering satisfaction. Hunter is panting under you, and you can see just out of the corner of your eye Tech’s agitated movements as he tries to keep his possessive desires, his need to interfere, under control.
“You’re…not going to come without permission…are you, Hunter?” you say as you shakily slide off him and down his body.
“Never,” groans Hunter, as you press your breasts around his cock, your tongue licking at the head. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he moans.
“Not yet,” as you tease his cock with your tongue, until he is so far gone in need that the moment you whisper, “Now,” he covers your chest in his cum.
You pump him dry before rolling, spent, onto the floor.
You close your eyes, resting for a moment. You know Tech is watching you closely, his hard cock obvious through black fabric, and Crosshair, with his tortured erection, is desperate for release, and you think of your dreams with all of them, when you’re just part of a pile of limbs and bodies, and pleasure is given everywhere, and you will never tire of watching them. Because, sometimes, as much as you enjoy them and everything they have brought to you, sometimes they are exhausting. Gods, you laugh internally, wanting just a brief respite, it would be really helpful tonight if you were all actually fucking.
“Clean me up, Hunter.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Hunter growls.
You expected a towel but slightly startle when you feel his tongue licking around the sensitive flesh of your breasts. His hand moves between your legs, fingers sliding into you, curling, gently finding and stroking your g-spot. The stimulation sends soft pleasure through you, like the come down from an orgasm.
“Like that? That feel good?” Hunter whispers as you moan at his touch, his tongue intermittently licks at your breasts, purposely lingering over your hard nipples.
“Oh, mmmmm, Hunter…oh, that’s…nice… that feels…oh…”
You ride the sweetness until it dissipates, feeling soft and satisfied. Hunter’s hand moves back up your body, and then you watch as he dips his fingers into his cum between your breasts and then sucks them clean.
Moments later Tech tosses him a soft towel to finish the job.
Then, tired of waiting, Tech gets up and helps you stand, and he has you in the chair, arranged on his lap, your back pressed to his chest, legs spread over his thighs, exposed, a different kind of display.
“How do you want me?”
“Just as you are is acceptable, though—Crosshair, bring me her dress—put this back on.”
Soon Crosshair is kneeling next to the chair, and Tech’s cock presses to your back, as your dress pools around you, covering you both. Tech’s hand moves from your hip, fingers combing gently through your pubic hair, until he rests it over your vulva, a fingertip pressing lightly between your labia. “Perhaps assist Crosshair?”
You look over at Crosshair, “Come here.” He shuffles over to you on his knees, then you lean forward to kiss him, “I liked watching you suck my cock. I think I’ll have you do that every time. Stand up.”
You tweak his abused nipples until he’s gasping in pain, then you wrap your fingers around his penis. You’re being careful, not wanting to hurt him much more, when Tech says in your ear, “Tighter.”
For a moment you don’t understand, and when he says it again you realize he means Crosshair. You hesitate, then tighten your fingers, and Crosshair flinches and groans but does not pull away. Moments later, he’s fucking himself roughly into your fist, as, fascinated, you watch his face contort with pain and pleasure, listening to his hard breaths and small cries, waiting, waiting, until you let go and he almost collapses in frustation in front of you.
“Do you want to come, Crosshair?”
“Yes!”
“Then ask permission.”
He growls at you, battling his stubbornness, angry that you made him wait for what he wants, angry that you made him share, even if it was his own fault, angry at what you’re doing now, because it’s so much and not enough. “Please…let me come,” he finally grits out.
You squeeze him hard, savoring his gasp, then reach around and push the cock deeper into him, fucking him. “Yes, come for me, Crosshair.”
“But,” Tech interjects, “Do not make a mess on her.”
Crosshair growls again but puts his hand over yours, and watching him pump himself roughly and desperately, feeling the cock in the harness sliding in and out of him, makes your body tingle with excitement, makes you want to draw this out, torture him by denying him, but you hold back the urge, putting a pin in it for later.
It doesn’t take much longer for him to finish, gasping and groaning, his hand covering yours as you feel trickles of hot cum running down your fingers.
Without being told, he kneels, cleaning your hand with his tongue. When he’s done, Tech says, “Hunter, Crosshair. Please go to the other room.”
“Oh, but their halters–” you start.
“They can keep them on until we are finished. Neither should find it too uncomfortable. At the very least, I think there will be some mutual admiration.” Watching them leave, you’re flush again with excitement at seeing the cocks still in their bodies.
Tech moves you off his lap. “You are tired.”
“What? No…a little,” you admit.
“Either of them is enough for an evening. Both are perhaps…overwhelming?” He half carries you to the bed, then pulls his shirt off before settling next to you, his hand sliding up your dress to rest over your belly, his thumb idly stroking the skin under your breast.
You relax into him for a few minutes before asking, “You…don’t want to…do anything?”
“I believe my erection would argue the point, but I do not need to do anything. If you are tired, we will wait a little longer, and then they can return and you will go to sleep as usual.”
You reach down to touch his cock, but he pulls away from you slightly.
“I am revoking my consent to intercourse,” he says, a small smile playing on his lips.
“But…what if I really want to?” Him telling you you can’t fuck him is absolutely exciting you in a very particular way.
“I believe waiting until morning will provide just as excellent an experience for both of us.”
“Kiss me, at least.” You turn and his hand slides over your waist to rest on your back.
Your mouths sometimes fit together in that perfection that your bodies often achieve, and you sink into him. He pulls you closer, your leg hooking over his thigh. You can’t help grinding against him, his touch arousing you more without meaning to.
“Fuck me, just a little?” you moan, breaking the kiss for a moment. “Fuck me fast and rough until you come? Then I promise to go to sleep.”
He groans. You can feel him rock hard, pressing to your hips.
“Please?”
He rolls you so he’s on top, and you’re fumbling to undo his pants, but he gets up and pulls them off. When you start to lift your dress, he says, “Keep it on,” and then he is buried in you and you are crying out into his shoulder, your legs wrapped around his hips as he pins you to the bed.
You won’t come again, but the feeling of him stroking inside you is perfect, long delicious thrusts, every inch of him giving you such pleasure.
You tighten around him, and he gasps, driving deeper, harder, to experience all of you. He holds himself still as you writhe under him. He enjoys the feeling of you trying to fuck yourself on him, of your muscles twitching and contracting around him, as you whimper and moan, and he hears those noises he savors. He kisses your fluttering lips.
“Come in me, Tech, give me that hot cum. Oh fuck, you feel so good.” You keep moving under him. “No one fucks me like you do,” you whisper, and he lets out a rough groan as he spills inside you, his cock buried deep, his hips moving until he is fully spent.
He stays on top of you, head tucked into your neck, until he softens and slips out, then helps you pull off the dress and lies next to you, your bodies nestled together, skin against skin.
“We should let them in.”
“Momentarily,” he answers, his fingers idly stroking through your hair and down your back, reluctant to share you again so quickly. He’s tempted to send them away, but he fights off that impulse much better than his need to fuck you. “Tomorrow, I will be making some enhancements to the hyperdrive and navicomputer, if you would like to observe.”
“Oooooh, yeah, keep that sexy talk coming,” you lift your head to kiss him. “Yes, I would like to observe.”
“I do need to complete these upgrades quickly, so I would ask that you refrain from attempting to distract me until I am finished.”
You laugh, “First, I never ‘attempt’ anything. I believe my recent success rate is one hundred percent. Second, I promise not to distract you, because this sounds very interesting.”
You lie together a little longer before you take pity on the men in the other room.
When you do let them back in, Crosshair whines, “Finally.”
You help them both out of their halters; watching the cocks slide out of them is still one of your favorite things to experience. Then you climb into bed next to Tech, who is back in his clothes.
“Crosshair, no!” you scold, when he tries to claim his usual place. “You’re not even supposed to be here, get on the other side of Hunter.”
He is clearly in a mood, probably been in a mood before he arrived.
Even after everyone has settled, Crosshair fidgets, keeps changing his position. “Crosshair, do I need to tie you down?” you sigh.
“That all it takes?” he growls. Then, to your surprise, he gets out of bed, and you watch him gingerly start putting his clothes on.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“Can’t sleep here.”
You start to get up, but Tech puts a firm hand on you, and you watch, instead, as Crosshair leaves.
“What…what the kriff was that about?” You turn to Tech. His datapad has magically appeared in his hand.
“It seems that while Hunter and I were here, we received this message.” He holds the pad so you can see the screen.
Will be on planet for a quick stop. Can I borrow Crosshair that night? Promise not to break him. The message is from Fennec to the three of you.
Once you get over your disappointment that she’s not asking to see you, you reason that the activities you would like to engage in would take more time than a “quick stop”.
“This put him in a bad mood? I’d think he’d be elated.”
“I believe I mentioned previously that Crosshair is complicated.”
You sigh, turning to press your back against him.
“You’re okay, though, right, Hunter? Wasn’t too hard on you?”
He laughs, leans over and kisses you, “Nah, that was perfect. I mean, won’t sit for a few days, but…mmmmmm…” he drifts off.
“Roll onto your stomach.” You examine him again, some bruises already changing colors. Your fingers ghost over them, then you press a light kiss to one of his abused asscheeks.
“You can be harder. Anything Crosshair can take, I can too.” You smirk, and an image of Hunter’s cock tied up, wearing the halter, and you using the paddle on his ass, flashes through your mind. Your excitement rises again.
“I think I can accommodate that.” You settle between them, Hunter lying over you more than usual, head resting on your chest, as he keeps his tender flesh from taking any pressure.
Tech resists the urge to rearrange you when you fall hard into sleep, fully exhausted by the three of them.
The next day, Tech teaches you how to upgrade his ship’s hyperdrive and to fix some issues with the navigational systems, and you keep your promise, refraining from fucking him on the cockpit floor until all that work is done.