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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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3,214
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7
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New Deal
“What are you going to tell the others about me?” Sara lay against Tyr’s side, resting her head on his chest, “How are you going to explain that we are married?”
“They understand that things move faster for Nietzscheans.” Tyr shrugged, “They will accept whatever I tell them…”
“Oh will we?” Beka stood shakily in the doorway, “Will I accept the fact that the two of you are in my bed?”
“Why not?” Tyr raised an eyebrow, “You reek of alcohol and sex, and so I presume that you found some companionship.”
“Jack Harkness, an old friend from back-in-the-day.” Beka stripped off her top, seemingly unfazed at being half-naked in front of Tyr and Sara, “So, dose your new friend have a name?”
“Rebecca Valentine, meet Sara Gossard of Three Rivers Pride.” Tyr sat up, taking a keen interest in Beka’s body: he had seen her in various stages on undress in the past, but this was the first time she was all but radiating arousal.
“Nice to meet you, Sara.” Beka nodded, kicking her shoes off, “Now, do you mind getting the hell out of my bed so I can get some sleep.”
“Why don’t you join us?” Tyr asked, his voice almost a purr. He looked at Sara, who slowly nodded her consent.
“So, is it true that an Alpha’s wives are intimate?” Beka giggled, “I’ve heard stories about Nietzschean females, but I never though they were true.”
“Nietzschean females often share the same bed as their mates other wives.” Tyr shrugged, “It is only natural that they keep each other company when their husband is away.”
“And how does Sara feel about this?” Beka asked, “Ever been with a woman before?”
“Yes.” Sara looked down, “My former owners daughter often had me service her needs when she was without male companionship. I am well versed in the art of oral sex.”
“Something I shall explore later.” Tyr pulled the sheet away from the bed, revealing his own returning arousal and Sara’s naked form, “I have seen the way you look at the Avatar, sensed how aroused you are in her presence. Wouldn’t you like some idea of what you’re missing?”
“Tempting…” Beka looked at Sara, “What you say?”
“I will do what ever Tyr tells me to do.” Sara nodded submissively, a slight glint in her eye.
“Looks like you’ve got a nice and submissive fuck-toy there.” Beka laughed drunkenly, slipping her jeans off, dropping it to the floor, kicking them away.
Tyr’s eyes locked onto her panties, and the growing damp patch. He reached out with one hand and grasped her shoulder, pulling her closer. Beka smiled as she leaned in, pressing her lips against Tyr’s.
Sara moved her hands up to play across the soft skin of Beka’s torso, sliding up until she was cupping the other woman’s full breasts. Beka let out a low moan as Sara started to rub her already erect nipples between finger and thumb, tweaking them gently.
Tyr lifted Bake up onto the bed, pulling her down on top of him as he lay down.
Beka, however, had different plans: rolling onto her side, she started to kiss Sara passionately, her tough invading the other woman’s mouth as she moved her hands up and down the now exposed back. Sara responded with vigour, slipping on leg between Beka’s so she could rub her thigh against the other woman’s sex.
Tyr decided that watching the to women ravage each other was enough entertainment for the time being at simply sat on the edge of the bed.
Beka broke away from Sara’s mouth, and started to plant a row of kisses along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone, finally coming to a stop in the deep valley between the young Nietzscheans breasts. Sara placed her hands on the back of Beka’s head and directed the pilot down to one of her nipples, gasping as Beka started to suck on it eagerly.
“They understand that things move faster for Nietzscheans.” Tyr shrugged, “They will accept whatever I tell them…”
“Oh will we?” Beka stood shakily in the doorway, “Will I accept the fact that the two of you are in my bed?”
“Why not?” Tyr raised an eyebrow, “You reek of alcohol and sex, and so I presume that you found some companionship.”
“Jack Harkness, an old friend from back-in-the-day.” Beka stripped off her top, seemingly unfazed at being half-naked in front of Tyr and Sara, “So, dose your new friend have a name?”
“Rebecca Valentine, meet Sara Gossard of Three Rivers Pride.” Tyr sat up, taking a keen interest in Beka’s body: he had seen her in various stages on undress in the past, but this was the first time she was all but radiating arousal.
“Nice to meet you, Sara.” Beka nodded, kicking her shoes off, “Now, do you mind getting the hell out of my bed so I can get some sleep.”
“Why don’t you join us?” Tyr asked, his voice almost a purr. He looked at Sara, who slowly nodded her consent.
“So, is it true that an Alpha’s wives are intimate?” Beka giggled, “I’ve heard stories about Nietzschean females, but I never though they were true.”
“Nietzschean females often share the same bed as their mates other wives.” Tyr shrugged, “It is only natural that they keep each other company when their husband is away.”
“And how does Sara feel about this?” Beka asked, “Ever been with a woman before?”
“Yes.” Sara looked down, “My former owners daughter often had me service her needs when she was without male companionship. I am well versed in the art of oral sex.”
“Something I shall explore later.” Tyr pulled the sheet away from the bed, revealing his own returning arousal and Sara’s naked form, “I have seen the way you look at the Avatar, sensed how aroused you are in her presence. Wouldn’t you like some idea of what you’re missing?”
“Tempting…” Beka looked at Sara, “What you say?”
“I will do what ever Tyr tells me to do.” Sara nodded submissively, a slight glint in her eye.
“Looks like you’ve got a nice and submissive fuck-toy there.” Beka laughed drunkenly, slipping her jeans off, dropping it to the floor, kicking them away.
Tyr’s eyes locked onto her panties, and the growing damp patch. He reached out with one hand and grasped her shoulder, pulling her closer. Beka smiled as she leaned in, pressing her lips against Tyr’s.
Sara moved her hands up to play across the soft skin of Beka’s torso, sliding up until she was cupping the other woman’s full breasts. Beka let out a low moan as Sara started to rub her already erect nipples between finger and thumb, tweaking them gently.
Tyr lifted Bake up onto the bed, pulling her down on top of him as he lay down.
Beka, however, had different plans: rolling onto her side, she started to kiss Sara passionately, her tough invading the other woman’s mouth as she moved her hands up and down the now exposed back. Sara responded with vigour, slipping on leg between Beka’s so she could rub her thigh against the other woman’s sex.
Tyr decided that watching the to women ravage each other was enough entertainment for the time being at simply sat on the edge of the bed.
Beka broke away from Sara’s mouth, and started to plant a row of kisses along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone, finally coming to a stop in the deep valley between the young Nietzscheans breasts. Sara placed her hands on the back of Beka’s head and directed the pilot down to one of her nipples, gasping as Beka started to suck on it eagerly.