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  There was no question, with each urgent and thundering beat of his demanding meat inside her womanhood, that Brianne was being made to surrender completely and unconditionally. And surrender she did.

  Conran banged her with an unrestrained fury. Donar, lying beside them, felt his flaccid but still large member surge in spite of being spent for the moment. There was something about sex with Brianne that surpassed any other sex they had ever had. With narrowing eyes and flaring nostrils, he took in the sizzling sight of Conran on top of her, drilling her in a frenzy of released desire, sending tremors through their body and into the bed itself. He panted and grunted like a primitive beast while pounding in and out of her, making her moan and wail and actually making Donar feel as if he were still humping Brianne himself.

  He took in their lust and joy vicariously, silently urging his brother not to stop. Conran did not need to be told. The pleasure of Brianne’s passage enclosing his pumping piston in tight, womanly wetness completely took him over, and he felt his hard, deep thrusts doing the same to her.

  Brianne thrust up against him time and again, lifting him higher until he could not hold out any longer. Struck with a sledgehammer of ecstasy, Conran climaxed and poured out the wet and sticky offering of his passion with a long, hot wave of ejaculate, filling her up and emptying him, for the time being, of his need for her.

  It took him as long a time to pull out of Brianne as it had taken Donar, but ultimately, he was finished. He slipped out of her and rolled off. Brianne lay breathlessly between them, utterly satisfied, until Donar, cuddling closer to her, asked, “Did you come?”

  “Very close,” she exhaled. “Almost.”

  “Damn,” Donar said. “Conran, let’s get her there. She needs to come.”

  Gathering their strength, the brothers went back to work between Brianne’s legs. Donar went down, putting his face in her sex and beginning to lick and lap at her folds with a mix of his offering and his brother’s leaking from inside her. Conran leaned over her and licked and sucked at her nipples while reaching down through her bush and finding her joy knob. He started to play with it, rolling it between his fingers and strumming it like a tiny musical instrument.

  Brianne wriggled and whined deliciously at their combined pleasuring. Donar’s mouth and Conran’s fingers soon brought her to the summit of delight, then sent her over the edge. Her climax moved through her like the crest of a wave on the ocean. Her body flexed; her back arched. She cried out in joy from the tingly satisfaction rippling through her. She relaxed on the bed and the brothers took their lips and hands from her sex, satisfied as well that they had given her everything that she needed.

  They lay together in the morning sunlight, savoring what the brothers had done to her and she to them. In a little while, Conran found his voice again. “Okay,” he said. “So…new resolution now.”

  Brianne and Donar both looked over at him, curiously. “What?” Donar asked.

  Laying a hand on Brianne’s bosom as if it were a holy text on which he was swearing, Conran said, “As of this now, from this morning forward, as long as Brianne is here, every night is like last night and every morning is like this morning. We take her to bed together. We have her together. She’s ours and we’re hers. Agreed?”

  Donar put his hand on top of his brother’s, on top of Brianne’s breasts. “Agreed,” he said, smiling sexily.

  Brianne added her hand on top of theirs. “Agreed.”

  Conran kissed her with lips and tongue. Donar did the same. “This resolution will be much easier to keep than the last one,” Donar said. “After everything we’ve been doing, we’re not about to go back on it this time.”

  Brianne nodded. “No, I don’t think so. You guys are too good. You’re perfect.”

  Down below, the blood began to flow hotly to two male members once again.

  Conran said, “We’d better message Dr. Hawkes and Dr. Kimura, let them know you’re going to be busy until this afternoon, maybe longer.”

  Brianne blinked in surprise, arching her brows. “All morning?”

  “Maybe longer,” Donar repeated.

  “And neglect work? What if something happens?”

  “Your work won’t be neglected,” Conran said. “Burton and Sondra will let us know if there’s something with Damara you should know about. They’re the best—like you. They’ll have things in hand. And we’ll have you in hand.”

  “And in bed. And elsewhere,” added Donar. “Remember who it is you’re with. We don’t get enough.”

  “I remember,” she said softly, as if she could forget.

  “For this morning,” said Conran, “your one responsibility is to have us and let us have you. Just let it be.”

  “I can handle that,” said Brianne with a little smile of acceptance.

  “And you know what else you can handle,” Donar said.

  Brianne took her hand from theirs and with both hands reached down to find what she could handle, amazingly starting to stiffen again. Each brother moved half on top of her, fondling her breasts and taking turns kissing her while her stroking fingers encouraged their renewed hardening, and Brianne settled in to her new duties.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  After their second sex of the morning, Brianne returned with the twins to the roof to collect her robe and shoes from last night. The household servers brought them breakfast by the pool, and once they were finished, the brothers escorted her back into the house for a bath.

  The three of them bathed together in the large sunken stone tub just off the master suite. With their bath done, Conran and Donar laid towels on the edge of the tub and put Brianne down on the towels with her feet still in the water. “You first this time,” said Donar, both twins climbing back into the tub. Conran parted Brianne’s legs, lowered his face between them, and began to eat her out.

  Brianne slipped into a zone of bliss, a state in which she was ever more aware that she would be spending much of her time from this point forward. Running her hands through Conran’s hair while she let him take her sex fully in his mouth and suck it deeply and French-kiss it, she gave herself fully into the feeling of it, and into a future stretching out before her, a future filled with the beautiful, perfect, and unending carnality of these two brothers.

  Every lick of Conran’s tongue on her folds and her bud, every flickering of his tongue tip and every sucking on her bud, was a promise of ceaseless joy every day and every night. While sucking her bud, he stroked his fingers up and down the curtains of her entrance, showing her how much he wanted to be there and letting her feel how much she needed him there. Then his mouth left her lady parts and he kissed his way through her bush and up her abdomen until he loomed fully over her.

  Conran put his loins between her legs and moved into the wetness that he had just devoured and caressed, and there, with Brianne leaning back from the edge of the tub onto the towels on its edge, Conran put his torso down on top of her bosom and moved his prong smoothly inside her.

  Donar sat beside them, dangling his legs into the water, and watched his brother hump Brianne. He took in the looks of both of them, lost in that blissful place, and smiled, looking forward to his turn. Conran’s back muscles flexed, his powerful arms holding Brianne tightly, while his buttocks made a steady and eager rhythm of pumping.

  Brianne embraced him, clutching at his muscles, releasing sounds of sex-drunken joy at the fast, deep strokes of his member inside her. Conran took her mouth in kisses of abandon, kisses almost as wet as her inner reaches in which he thrust his piece so passionately. Donar took one of Brianne’s hands from Conran’s back and held it. She squeezed his hand, transmitting into his body just a small portion of the absolute pleasure that Conran was pumping so hard and fast and deep into her.

  Conrad moaned out loudly: “Uuuhhh… Uuuhhh… UUUHHH…!” And the moment hit him. A jet of white wetness shot forth from the head of his tool into Brianne’s womb. He kissed her again, a steaming kiss, and held himself in her until he was compl
etely spent—for the time being. In a post-orgasmic daze, he pulled out of her and sank back down into the water, cooling himself off from the combustion of his sex, leaving Brianne’s legs open for his brother.

  Quickly, Donar climbed down into the tub again, taking the position that his twin had just held. Brianne, ever hungry to be penetrated again, pulled him down over her and wrapped him up in her arms and legs, letting him sheath his hard and eager staff inside her. His kiss muffled her moan of renewed bliss, and while Conran sat watching from behind them, Donar pumped her with the same lustful abandon. Conran watched his brother’s ass rock back and forth and his brother’s balls press against Brianne’s mound while his shaft moved deep inside her.

  He watched the flexing of Donar’s muscles and listened to the rapturous sounds they made together. Never had the two of them enjoyed any female, their own kind or human, as much as they enjoyed this one. And never had they sensed any female enjoying them the same way. Watching Donar madly screw Brianne, Conran wondered if their constant sex could keep her on Lacerta forever. He was not averse to trying, and neither, he sensed, was his brother.

  Donar began to hold his erection all the way inside her with every stroke, pressing his crotch hard against her and grinding himself against her love bud, making Brianne wail and whimper loudly at his literal screwing. “You are so good,” she gasped. “You are so good… I don’t want to stop… I don’t want to stop…”

  Her bliss at having his pulsing hardness driving in and out of her made Brianne ever more drunk on the feeling. Her senses dissolved into a haze of ecstasy in which his pumping and pounding became like another, stronger heartbeat inside her. The feelings of him rubbing against her most pleasurable place hurled her up into a vortex of growing pleasure, until she went flying into the stars with another climax. Her cry of release triggered Donar’s own release.

  Holding his long, thick member all the way in her and pressing his crotch against her as if to fuse them together as one body, he emptied his balls into her, inundating her depths with his flowing seed. He collapsed on top of her and they panted together, ultimately satisfied.

  They climbed back down into the water with Conran for one last soak. Together, the three of them played at rubbing water onto each other’s body to cool off, knowing the cooling off would not last long. In the end, Brianne sat between them, her hands under the water playing with their man-hoses while the two of them played with her breasts. With a soft sigh, she mentioned, “Aren’t the two of you missing your morning flight right now?”

  “Who says we haven’t been flying?” replied Conran. “I’d say we took off pretty well with you right now.”

  “Agreed,” said Donar. “I practically went into orbit with that last one.”

  “We ought to take this out to the terrace now,” said Conran. Kissing Brianne’s lips, he said, “We like to sun ourselves after a morning lay.”

  Kissing Brianne’s neck, Donar added, “With you there, of course, that’ll mean another morning lay.”

  “Of course,” Brianne grinned.

  The brothers stood up, displaying what she would soon be receiving again, and helped Brianne to her feet. They all climbed from the tub again and toweled off, then made their way outside to continue their morning and all the delights it would bring.

  CHAPTER 12

  Brianne had never subscribed to the idea of “guilty pleasures.” She thought it was archaic to think that pleasure, enjoying oneself, was any reason to feel guilty. It was a relic of a time when humans living on Earth were superstitious and bent on conformity, and it had no place in modern thinking.

  Still and all, the Quist brothers now had her in a place where she could not help feeling at least a little bit like a “bad girl.” She spent the rest of the morning out on the terrace with them, lying in the sun and letting them hump her within a happy inch of her life. After lunch, she did manage to spend the afternoon in the lab taking her turn monitoring Damara. But after dinner, the brothers talked her—hardly needing much effort—into letting them take her out to see more of their city. This, of course, with a promise of what they would resume doing to her in bed later that night.

  Greenscale at night was a truly charming place. Actually being in its streets rather than seeing it from up high on a mountainside, Brianne thought it looked more like something out of an ancient fairy tale or fantasy story than like a community on a planet colonized by space travelers. In a way, it was the perfect place for dragons to live. At night the lantern drones came out: floating robots in the shape of glowing circular orbs.

  They drifted and hovered along the streets and between the buildings like dozens of full moons making graceful passage through the air. They lit up the exposed upper floors and rooftops of the structures built into the ground and cast their glow upon the places built into mighty boulders and into the hillsides. They shone up into the boughs of the trees between which bridges were built to connect arboreal dwellings. Technological as it was, it all looked so magical, and as Donar and Conran escorted her into the city, Brianne could not help but feel enchanted by it all.

  The brothers took her to dinner at an outdoor cafe in front of a bistro that looked whimsically like the top of a gigantic toadstool—another thing that made Brianne feel as if she were in a fairy tale. Dinner was as delicious as the setting was charmingly whimsical. After dessert, Conran and Donar escorted her out again to see more of the local scenery.

  They came to a place where a wide circular lawn was enclosed by a ring of stones, forming a kind of stage. People were sitting and standing around it, and at one arc a band was tuning up to play. A performance was about to begin, and Brianne and brothers stopped to see what kind of show it would be. Donar explained that such shows went on here every night, with no announcement of who would be playing or what they would be doing.

  Each night brought some surprise. Brianne guessed that this was a place where the brothers often came when they entered the city in the evening. This was probably where they met many of the females who presently ended up in their bed. She did not bring up any of this to Donar or Conran, but as they took their place in the gathering circle of people about the performance lawn, Brianne searched the faces of all the women present to see who was looking in the direction of her escorts, and who perhaps was showing some sign of recognition of them.

  Brianne thought it was a bit irrational to feel jealous or threatened by women she had not met, whose names she did not know, who might not even be present tonight. And yet, she had her suspicions, though she would keep them to herself as long as the females on the scene did not start hovering about like the lantern drones.

  Soon, to the greeting of a round of applause, four graceful nude performers, two males and two females, stepped out of a nearby tent that Brianne took to be a dressing room of sorts. The four of them were partly morphed, with wings and tails having emerged from their backs. They took their place in the center of the circle of grass and took an initial bow. Brianne was curious to note that their bodies, wings and tails and all, were partially painted in swirling bands of color, and more fascinated when the painted parts of their bodies lit up with throbbing and strobing colors.

  She smiled, realizing that the body paint contained the kind of luminescent glitter that would shift its colors and patterns with the way the bodies wearing them moved. Brianne understood that she was about to see one of the most popular types of performance art on Lacerta: an aurora dance.

  The band struck up and the music wafted out over the scene, and the aurora dancers started to move with the flow of the notes. They spread out over the grass and each one went into his or her own routine, swaying and circling and bending, sometimes leaping, moving about in the green circle. They spread and folded their wings to keep pace with the tempo and beat of the music and did likewise with the twist and curl of their tails.

  Accenting their movements, they let their horns grow and let their scales appear and recede and reappear, moving up and down their bodies an
d adding to the display of lights that pulsed and glowed along their flesh. It was a mesmerizing art they practiced, looking like phantoms of light somewhere on the cusp between human and dragon. Brianne watched in rapt fascination…

  …until, along with the music of the performance, she heard a trilling from the sleeve of her jumpsuit top.

  Donar and Conran heard it as well. They looked over at her, curious. The name Burton appeared in letters of light on her cuff, and she mouthed to the brothers, I’d better take this. Excusing herself, she stepped away, out of the audience, over to a place under a tree where it was a little quieter. Then, with a tap on her sleeve, she answered the call.

  Burton’s face appeared holographically in front of her. From his expression Brianne could tell that something was very, very wrong. Her colleague looked shaken—badly shaken. She had a feeling both hot and freezing in her chest as they talked.

  The performance had ended, and the audience was applauding by the time Brianne returned to the brothers. Before the sound of the applause died down, the twins could see from Brianne’s expression that the call she had taken was not merely a routine check-in. Brianne looked alarmed—worse than alarmed. Her look was one of horror and near panic.