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Cat's Eyes Ch.3 3/4
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Altaryn esVayan -- Catseyes III
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 3.
I position myself on the other side, use one hand to steady Taryn's
rapidly-hardening cock, and begin to run my tongue firmly up and down
along the top. Amber watches for a few strokes, then grins and mirrors
it on the bottom. It takes us a minute to get properly in synch, but
when we do Taryn's almost-inaudible moans climb in volume.
This, I decide, is extremely fun. I don't even have to worry about my
jaw beginning to ache, and every so often Amber slips sideways to kiss
me or lick my ear. I return the favour, although every interruption
tears a low whimper from Taryn. I can feel the gentle vibrations of
Amber's purring, wonder how intense this must feel for Taryn, both of us
at once, and one a purring mhaurri.
The timing is just right, once, Amber and I find ourselves kissing each
other *very* passionately over Taryn, and I feel him run a hand, claws
barely extended, from my throat to the centre of my chest. There's not
enough pressure to hurt, but certainly enough that I can feel the
wetness between my legs.
Taryn's increasingly ragged breathing warns us, nothing else; we pause.
"Should we finish it?" I ask.
"Hrrmm. Maybe," Amber says thoughtfully, but there's a wicked gleam in
his eyes as he glances up the bed at Taryn. "Could be more fun not."
"Please?" Taryn says.
"I don't know," I tell him. "Maybe Amber's right. It may be better to
wait."
"Please?" he repeats, his tone a little closer to begging. Not
demanding, though. "Kiriel, Amber, please...."
"Wellll...."
"'Tis not nice to tease Tarrryn," Amber says contritely. "We should."
We argue briefly over who gets to swallow when we get him to come;
Taryn's squirming around impatiently by then, but he doesn't release his
hold on the bars, doesn't say another word. He looks so miserable, but
I'm somehow quite sure he's enjoying the wait and the frustration.
Definitely unlike any man I've ever known.
Finally, we decide to have mercy on him.
Keep the pressure firm, keep my tongue against his delicious skin every
second, match rhythm with Amber... Taryn's very slippery with saliva, by
now, it makes it a little easier. He shudders, as Amber pauses for just
a heartbeat to flick the head of his cock with his tongue before
resuming as if he'd never interrupted. A bit harder, still steadying
him with my hand so he doesn't slip away on us, neither of us sneaking
kisses or nibbles now.
Taryn groans, not loudly, in fact I've yet to hear him loud about
anything, and Amber closes his mouth over the head of his cock, still
slides him in and out even as Taryn's hips buck violently hard. Our
witch relaxes, struggling to catch his breath, twitching a couple of
times -- I judge those to be caused by Amber. The mhaurri raises his
head, carefully, keeping his lips together, and beckons me nearer. I
lean over and kiss him, and he opens his mouth, and I taste Taryn,
Amber, both at once, so very sweet.
"I share," Amber laughs.
"Mmm. Tastes *good*." I stretch out beside Taryn, lick his nearer
nipple. He shudders again, hard, and glares at me. I just smile
innocently at him -- and do it again, timing it so I match Amber on his
other side.
"Stop that!"
I laugh, curl up against him, Amber does the same. I reach up, loosen
his hand from the bar, and pull it around me; he does the same with his
other arm of his own will. So comfortable here.
We take a few minutes to rest, there's no hurry. There's Amber's
satisfaction and mine waiting yet, though, and neither of us is about to
settle for less.
Taryn pulls carefully away from Amber, rolls over and moves down, nudges
my legs apart. I'm hardly about to say no; he runs his tongue upwards,
deep, and I hear my own soft moan.
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End of Part 3.
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