The corset cut into her ribs, the veil was suffocating, the coarse natural fibers of the fabric were clearly made from some insanely tortured itchy animal and Beka realized that she was staring into the faces of her drunken captain and his drunken weapons officer sitting on the edge of......a bed.
Dylan looked up expectantly. Tyr examined his bone spurs. Beka glanced down at her clothes....fine woven sky blue gown that draped down to the floor....close fitting stuffy veil....soft leather slippers for shoes....what the hell was all this? She hoped she didn't look to freaked out as she looked serruptitiously around.
The whole setting was ringing a bell - she glanced up at the heavy crimson hangings curtaining the bed, the rich rugs on the stone flagged floor, the water pitcher on its elegant stand .... And the 2 men waiting on the bed which she had a funny sinking feeling was HER bed.
She squinted her eyes and tried to remember her evening....laying down on her bunk in the Maru listening to some CD's....or was she at a party? A very very big party....she'd been on the Obs Deck trying to convince Dylan to do some cargo runs.....a party? with some religious theme....Belta-something. What the hell? She vividly remembered telling Dylan something very mundane about paying bills and making the castle ends meet.
Okay...clearly the Andromeda has gone into some incredibly cheesy anomaly.....or I'm dreaming....this doesn't feel like a dream.....oh shit, I'm just standing here not saying anything......this is going to get obvious real quick.....
Just then Dylan looked up, "My Gwen, will you not consent to this? If a child comes of it, then you can say in honesty it was conceived in your marriage bed and none of us need know for sure." Beka just about choked. Dylan was still looking up at her - he was dressed in some kind of long white linen shirt belted with a sword, calf high leather boots.....this was just getting weirder by the second.
I'm dreaming. I've got to be dreaming.....if I'm 'Gwen'.....then that's gotta be... A hot flush spread through her body.....oh no WAY!
Dylan reached out and took her by the hand, looking into her eyes with a look of such vulnerability that she responded, "Oh, yes, of course," without really questioning what she'd been asked.....what had he asked? She felt hands gently pulling her veil away from her face and stilled an impulse to jump up and kick someone's ass....this was a dream after all. It'd been a long time since she'd gotten any - dreamtime or real time. Still, she cringed as the veil came away and it was Tyr bending to kiss her. Alright, alright subconscious, I get it already, he's a totally over-the-top vision of manhood and he's hot as hell. Can I wake up now before I'm totally humiliated by how much I want to fuck him?.....okay, so this is not a lucid dream...
She was laying back in Tyr's arms in his lap, really, this is ridiculous passive as he kissed her neck. She tensed in alarm feeling Dylan's hands untying the laces of her gown, tracing the outline of her breasts under the cloth, burying his face between them in his usual familiar caress. He took her nipple between his teeth through the fabric, and without thought for the utter surreality of it all, she arched her back and moaned. As she opened her lips, Tyr's closed over them, kissing her not nearly as fiercely as a Nietzschean would kiss, I'd imagine biting her lip harshly okay, more like it.....ow and wrapping his hands in her hair.
She could feel Dylan's hands now sliding under the hem of the heavy floor length gown, up her calves, stopping at to stroke at the backs of her knees. She put her arm around the back of Tyr's neck and bit him right back, growling into his mouth. She saw his eyes widen, then his kiss broke away, and he bent to her neck, biting till she gritted her teeth. Hands stroked her inner thighs and she opened them wet and shaking with the pain of the biting on her neck. Dylan dropped to his knees, pushing down his clothes and moved forward, wrapping his hands under her ass, pulling her onto him slowly, slowly. She heard him inhale sharply, his cock twitching hard as he brought her down on it, and they both groaned as their hips came together.
Almost methodically now, Tyr was biting her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, each bite hard enough to bring a wince or gasp from Beka I always figured he'd make me pay, but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind... Dylan thrust into her, pulling her to him with each stroke, her legs knitted tight around his ass and his hands holding hers. She arched her back and rocked her cunt hard onto him with each thrust as familiar as if they did the nasty every night brain, just don't think of Dylan Hunt, don't think of Dylan, brain....just think of the cock, think only of the cock.... She was starting to gasp with Dylan now and Tyr slid his torso slowly up hers, his dreads sliding on her bitten damp chest and neck till he was face to face wit her again, feral and possessive. He searched her eyes as Dylan's fucking increased and his ultimate groan came from his shut throat. Beka, clamped around Dylan's hips was panting, but too far behind to come with him and Tyr smiled fiercely as Dylan came without her while she bit her own bloody lip in suspended frustration.
Dylan, finished, lay forward over her belly, relaxing his grip on her ass. He looked up - Beka and Tyr both turned and looked down. Dylan smiled with one corner of his mouth and raised an eyebrow, "Are you ready for your dear Lance, my Gwen?"
"Yes!" she rasped. Tyr started to rise, but had to stop to unclench Beka's hands from his hair - she hadn't realized she'd been gripping handfuls of it. She looked from Dylan (withdrawing from her acutely sensitive body) to Tyr (sliding off his pants) nice leather....not period, though in a moment of self deprecating amusement damn, 2 at once, Gwen is a wench! then Dylan was at her side, kissing her tenderly but with a firm possessive touch. Her own dear don't think captain, whatever you do, brain lord and king, that's it, own dear lord and king. Dylan's face blocked out any other view, but she was tense, expectant in a shaking frustration to fuck hard and come screaming - the overstimulation of both men without the orgasm was making her feel like flying to pieces. good god, what does that man HAVE? and she was rocked hard into the bed as Tyr lifted her legs onto his shoulders and pressed deliberately, forcefully but agonizingly slowly into her with a cock the size of the Maru.
Dylan broke off his kiss and sat back on his heels to watch with a delighted expression as Tyr rode her hard and she pushed herself up on her elbows to better be ridden. Her gasps became cries, Tyr leaned forward giving her that fierce biting kiss again, and she cried out the beginnings of a long wail of....
"Beka? Its Rommie. Rev wants to know if you can come to command and double check his scans of the solar storm he took a few weeks ago? Beka?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!" Beka came in an embarrassing gush of fluids, straining against the sheets wrapping her in bondage.
There was a short silence.
"Beka, are you okay?"
Beka flopped spread eagled on the bed, laughing helplessly. "Yeah, Rommie, I'm not even going to try to tell you what you just interrupted."
There was a dry chuckle from the disembodied voice. "I won't tell if you won't."
Beka curled on her side, already drowsy again, "Oh, I
dunno, I might tell Dylan I've thought of a way to pay the bills." With
a soft giggle, she drifted off to sleep again, smiling.