A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 42

But Dakhete stopped partway and quickly rearranged herself as Yasmin wondered. Dakhete only said, "Roll onto one hip a little and lift the other leg for me." Yasmin did as she was asked, but she stared when she saw that Dakhete was moving to get their vulvas together. "We may miss each other's kisses," Dakhete smiled, "but this is one of my favorite ways to fuck a girl, and anyway, we have Khyan to help with the kisses."

Dakhete wasn't gentle at all, whipping her hips to thrust against Yasmin's mound. They were both sopping and both of them had been filled by Khyan. By the time that Dakhete was finished with her, Yasmin lay back weakly, thoroughly amazed and happy, though her throat felt a little raw from her yelling.

Yasmin marveled at her two lovers. It had gone on for a long time, and none of them wanted to stop yet. When she could, she thought of playing the other part. She especially liked the thought of having Khyan under her.

But at the moment, it was Khyan who was between her legs and she felt another wave far off, though it was coming to her. When she'd shuddered though another orgasm, Dakhete asked Khyan to stop. "We will take our princess to her bliss together now," She said quietly, and Khyan moved to get off.

Yasmin found herself kneeling after Dakhete directed her. She was on her knees with her hips in the air and Dakhete under her, working her breasts and sucking one as she could. She heard herself groan as Khyan mounted her and began to pound into her. She enjoyed this too much to think very hard, and just did her best to allow Dakhete as much access to her breasts as she could manage while holding herself up a little. She arched her back to offer her mound a little better. She couldn't help herself and her hips seemed to move of their own accord as they attempted keep up with Kyan's attentions. It was all that she could do to manage it, but she did beg Dakhete to move up and spread her legs for Yasmin's kisses.

She sighed a little sadly. She just couldn't keep up with it. She did smile though, happy that she was such a busy girl.

Yasmin thought about that as her body decided not to wait for her any longer. She began to buck backward. They began to speed up and she felt and heard the slapping against her bottom.

She was amazed at the feeling and though she did her best for the soft sweetness there against her face, she could only lick a little. Mostly, she just made noises against it, and pressed her face in farther. She felt Khyan's hands take her by the hips and Yasmin cried out in joy to feel herself being pounded even harder. It was all that she wanted now. It was the best thing, another path on the road to bliss. It was incredible, and she screamed out how she loved them both for doing this for her. She made promises as she bucked, calling them out, saying all of the heartfelt things which rose in her breast.

Somewhere out there, far out in her feelings, her bliss was coming to her like a wave of booming thunder. It was coming, she knew it with certainty. She'd seen the flash of the lightning and she knew what followed that. It was coming.

Her knees were tired and she didn't care. Her elbows were raw from the blankets and it wasn't important. She didn't care if they bled after this. Another few seconds. Another few ...

She cried out her love again and pleaded to be fucked even harder. The word became the most important one-syllable mantra in her universe and she invoked it over and over. It was coming to her.

It was coming, oh fuck, it was coming. It was,... fuck, oh fuck, it was --

It was here.

She had time only to notice that her thighs were trembling softly before the walls in her mind crashed down around her. Yasmin wailed and screamed into the soft cunt where her face rested. She wanted to bless it only for being there, but she raised her head anyway and wondered if her neck would snap as she opened her mouth and screamed.

Dakhete reached for Yasmin's face there before her. She couldn't help it. Dakhete saw the tendons in Yasmin's neck stand out as her cry faded with her breath and she felt her own tears flood her eyes in a second.

Khyan and Dakhete fell in love with Yasmin all over again right then. Dakhete was certain of it, and just as certain that she'd never seen anyone so thankful at being fucked in her life. Their eyes met and Yasmin stared at Dakhete's tears through her own. The tremors were fading and Yasmin felt a little weak, but Khyan held her up and folded himself as close to double as he could manage to try to stay with her as he eased her down. It didn't work of course, but he'd wanted to try.

Yasmin sniffled once and wiped her tears half-heartedly. "I swear by the gods that we have seen, that I will love you and Dakhete forever, Khyan," she whispered, "It is all that I want in the world."

Yasmin lifted herself a little and pressed back as she freed her arms and Dakhete almost dove to slide herself backwards under her. "Come and lie on me, sweet Yasmin," she smiled. "You are a woman now and surely you have earned the right to a little rest in my arms."

Yasmin reluctantly moved away from Khyan and the connection was completely broken when she moved forward to lie on Dakhete. They held each other tightly and Dakhete looked past Yasmin's shoulder to see the boy with his soft smile.

"I did it well?" he asked quietly as his breath came back to him.

Dakhete nodded, "Females who think that they know all there is to know of loving always smile a little snidely, thinking that a male must only do one thing. You are new to this, but you did better than many would have for our gazelle. I know that you did it for her as much as you could and not only blindly banging into her. I will teach you more, young gazelle male. For now, know that you were perfect for her."

"Oh yes," Yasmin groaned, "perfect." She dropped her head tiredly onto Dakhete's chest.

"I thought that I knew all that there was to know," Dakhete said softly as she traced her fingers over Yasmin's back, "I was so wrong. I never knew love as I know it now. The oryx loves her gazelles and has taken the first of them. Only say that you want it, Khyan, and she will take the second. I am Kandake here, and I claim my consorts. By the gods, I will love you all for as long as I am able."

"Shh, Mistress," Khyan smiled as he sat down, "your gazelles know who it is that they belong to, and we know that we are claimed. It is what we wish for as well. This is Yasmin's night and it is not over yet."

Dakhete looked down for a moment. She shook her head, "This is a moment that many girls find themselves in as they think back in a little wonder or regret."

"I wonder," Yasmin said softly against Dakhete's breastbone, "I wonder."

"What is it?" Khyan asked, trying to decide if there was a spell in danger of being broken by too much talk.

Yasmin smirked and snorted to herself quietly without looking up as she began, "I wonder, since our mistress is as female as I am," she said as she turned her head as she got up and went to him, "what wonder she intends for you."

Dakhete only chuckled and smiled, "An oryx who is at least a little wise can keep her secrets. But I will tell you this -- what comes will be wanted and it does not matter when the gazelles are alone together. I have watched this young love come to you both. I love you for who you both are and who we are to each other, but what lies between you both, ...

Cherish this, and never forget how easily it may be lost. Now, either love again or sleep in the arms of the one who cares for you beyond their lives. As far as I am able, I will protect this love of yours as well."

Dakhete left her two young lovers before they all fell asleep. She walked outside and found her cats. No one saw as they assumed very human shapes and the three walked to her bedchamber quietly.

Dakhete's desire was rising in her once more.