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A low, throbbing hum cut through the sky. Three mechanical dragonfly ornithopters held a tight wedge formation, skimming low over the grass at breakneck speed as they homed in on a distant pulse of raw energy.
Three young women sat barefoot astride the metal carapaces, dark goggles strapped over their eyes. Leading the wedge was Vanessa, her long tea-brown curls whipping wild in the slipstream, her gaze locked on the open air ahead.
Sensors in each craft’s head fed airspeed, air pressure, and turbulence readouts straight into the flight cores. Two massive compound-eye optical sensors—giving a full 360-degree field—calculated heading and distance with mechanical precision. Segmented metal tails flexed with every bank and dive, showing off the predatory grace unique to biomimetic machines at full throttle.
“Found him.”
On a stretch of flat prairie, Eric lay curled naked beside a thick, leafy tree. The faint white glow on his skin was already fading.
The three machines hovered overhead.
“Looks like he’s out cold.”
“Let’s head down.”
“Okay.”
They set the craft down a good distance from Eric and moved in on foot, careful and alert.
“Who is he?” Chloe asked.
“No idea. Looks dangerous, though—he was glowing a second ago.” Yara hung close behind Vanessa, peeking around her at Eric.
“What’s there to be scared of? He’s just one man.” Vanessa glanced back at her younger sisters. “The elder said whatever we find out here, we bring it home if we can. And he told me to hurry—don’t let anyone else grab him first.”
Vanessa jogged back to her craft, lowered the heavy frame over Eric, and let the six hydraulic legs close around his unconscious body before lifting off. Her sisters rose after her. Together they banked toward the tribe.
A head poked up from the grass. Ma-guo, a Crystaling, watched the mechanical dragonflies vanish into the distance. He puffed his cheeks in a huff, let out two sharp chee-chee squeaks, and muttered something under his breath.
Inside a vast tent, the three sisters sat beside Eric, who still hadn’t woken.
An elder with white at his temples came in leaning on a walking stick, pulled a rattan chair close, and sat at the foot of Eric’s bed.
“Ah—!”
“Ah—!”
“Ah—!”
Eric bolted upright, shouting in alarm—
“You’re awake?” the elder asked, unhurried.
“Where is this?” Eric pressed both hands to his splitting head and stared at the old man in front of him.
“Easy, lad. Don’t rush. Don’t panic. Don’t be afraid. You’re safe. First tell me your name.”
“Eric…” He started to say more, but the elder cut him off.
“Eric, lad. I’m the chief here. Rest first. Don’t overthink it. My three granddaughters will stay with you today. Tomorrow you come to me, and we’ll talk properly.”
With that, the old man turned and walked slowly out of the tent, as if the matter were already settled.
Eric watched him go, completely lost.
He looked around. He was sitting on an enormous square hard bed spread with soft furs, inside a huge tent. Exotic green plants lined the walls, softening the raw interior. Table, chairs, the usual household things—everything was there. Overhead hung a string of lamps glowing with their own soft light. The whole place had a raw, primitive feel.
Then his eyes landed beside him. Three young women with lovely figures were sitting and lounging there—stark naked, watching him. Eric glanced down at himself and found he wasn’t wearing a thing either. Embarrassment hit him on reflex.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m Vanessa.” She offered her hand.
“Hello.” He took it, returning the courtesy.
As their hands met, Vanessa smiled a little. Eric caught a flash of a pink, forked tongue-tip. He froze for a moment.
“Are you the off-worlder the elder was talking about?” Chloe asked, a little excited.
“Sister, he looks just like us. How is he an off-worlder?” Yara stared at Eric, then turned to her sisters.
“He is. When we found him, his body was glowing. Ours never have.” Vanessa explained it to the two of them.
“Hello! Excuse me, ladies—where exactly am I?”
“Hi, sir! I’m Yara. This is my second sister, Chloe. That’s my eldest sister, Vanessa.” Yara introduced herself and her sisters eagerly, gesturing as she spoke.
“Where are you from, sir? Are you really an off-worlder?” She couldn’t wait to ask another question.
“The Great Green Prairie Tribe,” Vanessa cut in, answering Eric.
Yara pouted at being interrupted and went quiet, but her eyes never left his body.
“Great Green Prairie Tribe? This isn’t Earth, is it?” Eric asked.
“Earth? Where’s Earth? Do you mean the name of this whole world?” Vanessa’s mind was already racing.
“Yes. That’s what I’m asking. What’s your world called?”
“N12,” Vanessa said.
“Wow. I actually traveled through time and space. That’s incredible.” So everything the goddess Freyja had told him was true.
A strange energy kept moving through him in time with his breathing, though he didn’t notice it. He drew a deep breath and felt clear-headed, his body suddenly light as air. For an instant, a faint glow seemed to brighten beneath the skin of his wrist, then sank away.
“So I’m in the Great Green Prairie Tribe on the planet N12. And I’m in your home?” Eric looked around again, then met Vanessa’s eyes.
“That’s right! You’re amazing, sir!” Yara couldn’t help cutting in.
“That is right,” Vanessa said.
“The four of us are sitting here naked, talking. Is that normal? Doesn’t it feel strange?”
“Strange? What’s strange about it? This is how we are at home.”
“Sir, isn’t it like that at your house?”
A hundred questions about this world crowded Eric’s head. He decided he might as well wait until tomorrow, go to the elder, and ask them all at once.
The three beauties in front of him had already switched into chat mode. Fine. He’d keep them company.
So he started talking the way they were talking, trading the everyday differences between their two worlds, until the sisters were quivering with laughter. Yara talked the most and laughed the hardest.
“Sir, can you mate with us?” Yara dropped it in without warning.
“Don’t ask things like that. It’s rude.” Chloe cut her sister off.
Eric gave a strained smile.
“Sorry, sir. My little sister’s too eager.”
“Our tribe hasn’t had a male child born in a long time. The tribes nearby are the same. By custom, a young woman has to mate with a man from another tribe and conceive before she’s thirty. After thirty-five, almost everyone loses the ability to bear children. So every year the elders worry themselves sick over it.” Chloe kept going.
“The elder said we can,” Yara told Eric, excited.
“The elder said we can ask if the man agrees.” Vanessa put a finger to Yara’s nose.
Eric looked at the three pretty young women, all of them naked and close around him. His body answered on its own. He hardened.
“Look. He’s so big.” Yara pointed at his cock and said it to her sisters.
“Hey—he hasn’t even said yes yet.” Chloe nudged Yara in the waist with her elbow.
“So… all three of you?”
Eric drew another deep breath. The temptation of three young bodies was enormous. The scent of their hormones was intoxicating.
Vanessa looked at him once, as if she were checking what he meant, then gave a small nod.
“Yeah. Together,” Yara whispered into Eric’s ear, her warm breath caressing his skin.
He turned his head and saw Yara’s youthful, delicate face. He didn’t get a word out. Her mouth was already on his.
Vanessa glanced up at the hanging lamps. The light in the tent went dim.
* * *
Yara’s mouth was still on his. That pink forked snake-tongue slipped deftly into him—wet, soft, shockingly agile. The two tips split inside his mouth, one rolling over the roof, the other along the side of his tongue.
He had barely started to kiss her back when Vanessa leaned in from the other side. Her fingers tipped his chin, easing her sister aside so she could take his mouth herself. The eldest kissed him deep. Her whole tongue went in. The fork wrapped his tongue from both sides, as if she were tasting something rare.
“Mm… mm… He really is an off-worlder,” Vanessa said, sure of it now.
Chloe knelt at the edge of the bed and looked down at Eric’s cock, fully hard. She ran her palm slowly from the root up the shaft, then opened her mouth. The pink forked tip licked both sides of him first, then she flattened her tongue and dragged it upward.
She licked along the frenulum, the shaft, and his balls, again and again.
“So hard… and it jumps,” Chloe said quietly, a little wonder and nervousness in her voice.
Yara left Eric’s mouth and immediately crowded in beside her second sister, their faces almost touching. She copied Chloe, tongue out, licking up the other side. Two forked tongues wound around his cock at once—crossing, then running side by side—until the whole shaft was wet and slick.
Vanessa bent and took one of his nipples into her mouth, scraping it with the split of her tongue, her other hand stroking the solid muscle of his chest.
Eric let out a low breath and set a palm on the back of each younger sister’s head. Yara opened her mouth wider and took the heated tip of him into her mouth. Inside, the fork split at once: one side raked under the ridge of the glans, the other worked the slit at the tip.
“Hh—” Eric tipped back onto the bed, pleasure running through him.
Vanessa shifted and swung a thigh over beside his head, opening her legs and bringing her cunt to his mouth. Her whole sex was already faintly flushed and swollen, a shine of wet in the seam of her lips.
“Lick here,” she said simply, but her hips moved closer by half an inch on their own.
He thumbed her outer lips apart and put his tongue on her, licking from her entrance up to her clit. Vanessa’s waist went taut. The forked snake-tongue dropped from her mouth; she couldn’t pull it back in time.
He changed to the tip of his tongue and rolled her clit, then pressed the flat of it and rubbed. She was wetter than he’d expected, slick fluid soon dripping down his chin. She bit her lower lip and let out a ragged breath.
Chloe saw her sister like that and spread her own legs, caught one of Eric’s free hands, and pressed it to her cunt. “Sir… your hand. You can.” Two fingers circled her swollen, flushed sex, the pads of them rubbing the clit that was already hard, while his mouth stayed on Vanessa. Chloe was more direct than her sister. Her hips followed his fingers.
By then Yara had let his cock out of her mouth. She wrapped both hands around it instead. The two tips of her tongue pinched either side of the ridge and scraped fast up and down, sometimes laying the whole tongue over him and licking the length. A few sudden thrusts down her throat wrecked the rhythm of his breathing and made his hips lift without his meaning to.
Before long Vanessa rose off his face, reached down, moved Yara aside, and swung a leg over his hip. With one hand guiding his spit-slick cock to a cunt that had never been entered, she lowered her hips, catching the hot head of him between her wet folds and rubbing forward and back a few times.
“So hot…” Vanessa bit her lip and sank. The instant she forced herself down through that virgin tightness, she shuddered through her whole body and made a short, sharp sound of breath. Inch by inch the cock opened her. Her vaginal walls gripped him so tightly they almost sucked him in.
She still hadn’t taken him to the root when the head of that thick, scalding cock butted her cervix. Eric held her waist and let her get used to it. Vanessa started to ride in small strokes. She hadn’t finished adjusting before she was already aching with a deep, overfull ache, a flush of heat rising from her lower belly.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Chloe came around to Vanessa’s side. She kissed her eldest sister, their forked tongues twisting together, and reached down to rub her own clit. Yara climbed in behind Vanessa, looped her arms around her sister’s waist, and sent a hand lower—found the place where the two of them were joined, touched the stretched lips with a fingertip, then moved up and circled Vanessa’s clit.
“Sister, does it feel good?” Yara licked Vanessa’s earlobe on purpose, playful with it.
Caught between them, Vanessa arched sharply. Her cunt clenched hard. “Oh… oh…” A rush of hot fluid poured over his cock. At the peak of her orgasm, Eric gripped her waist and drove up into her a dozen times, every stroke to the root.
Vanessa’s eyes were narrowed to a single line. Spit ran from the corner of her mouth without her noticing. Her inner thighs shook. Inside her, the walls seized and fluttered.
Eric gave a low growl and came in thick pulses. Vanessa went slack and collapsed on his chest, panting, her belly still twitching.
She hadn’t fully come back to herself when Chloe couldn’t wait any longer—though she still asked first. “Sister… my turn. Can I?” Vanessa rolled off him. Come mixed with her own wetness slid from her cunt down her thigh.
Chloe lay back in the middle of the bed, opened her legs herself, and stared at the huge cock in front of her. Eric came off his back and knelt between her thighs, one hand catching the bend of her knee, lining up the shaft that had just left Vanessa—still slick with both of them.
Chloe was tighter than her sister. Even though she was already wet, she frowned in pain as only the head slipped inside. “Slow. Slow down.” Eric eased off. His other hand rubbed her clit, helping her relax little by little.
When he was all the way in, Chloe let out a torn sound of pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her legs went around his waist on their own.
He started to fuck her slowly—shallow, then deep, then all the way out and in to the hilt. Every time he reached her deepest point, Chloe couldn’t talk. She only moaned in broken pieces, and sometimes a trembling “sir” slipped out.
Vanessa had only just started to recover when she saw Yara crawl over. The two of them settled into a sixty-nine. Yara spread her thighs and put her cunt to her sister’s mouth; she used her own tongue first to lick Vanessa clean of the come that had spilled out, savoring every bit of it. Then each used her fingers to spread the other’s folds, exposing the clit more fully, and they went at each other with their mouths.
Yara kept working Vanessa’s flushed clit. Vanessa’s whole body shook and wouldn’t stop. “Oh… oh…” “Yara… oh…” “Don’t… there… oh…”
Under her sister’s practiced tongue, Yara was soon dripping wet. “Oh… sister…” “Sister… right there…” “Ah… ah…”
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Chloe came fast, her cunt locking down in wild pulses. Eric rode that grip for another twenty-odd strokes, every one of them buried.
“Oh… sir… ah… ah…” Her arms went around his waist.
At the end, Chloe cried out, lost to it, and clamped her legs hard around him. She panted a long time before she would let go.
When it was Yara’s turn, she was already past waiting. She shoved the still-panting Chloe aside, turned at once onto her knees, spread them, and lifted her cunt high toward Eric, looking back to see if he was right behind her.
He knelt behind her, took the cock that had already come twice and was still hard, and set it to her entrance. Yara didn’t wait for him to speak. She pushed back onto him herself.
The sharp sting of tearing flesh made her bite her lip. Her eyes went red at once. She didn’t stop. She kept feeding herself onto him through the pain until she had all of him, the hot glans butting her cervix from behind. Yara shook as if a current had gone through her. That strange mix of hurt and pleasure raised gooseflesh all over her.
“Oh… so big…” she gasped, already rolling her hips back against him, “so good… oh, sir… ah…”
Eric held her by the hips. He’d meant to slow the pace; she slammed back into him anyway. His balls slapped against her in a clear, wet smack… smack… smack. He followed the rhythm and reached around to rub her clit. “Ah… ah… oh…” She was so wet and tight that his cock made an audible squelch sliding in and out of her.
Vanessa and Chloe still hadn’t come all the way down from their own orgasms, but they were already closing in. Vanessa knelt in front of her, tilting Yara’s chin up to pull her into a deep kiss, their forked snake-tongues tangling as her other hand slid down to work Yara’s breasts and nipples. Chloe came in behind Eric, her split tongue lapping across his rim, the two agile tips teasing either side of him while her other hand rolled his balls.
The three sisters’ breathing tangled into one sound. The sweet, heavy scent of sex filled the tent.
Eric felt Yara start to seize at her deepest point, gripping tighter, while an electric tingling shivered around his rim. He was close. He drove harder, every stroke buried to the root.
That unnoticed brightness at his wrist rose to the surface again, then sank away.
Yara threw her head back. Her forked tongue hung slack on her lower lip. She came in hard spasms, her cunt fluttering in tight waves. She tried to speak, but only broken whimpers escaped her throat. Eric grunted and emptied into her—a third load, nothing held back, all of it pumped into her womb.
He didn’t pull out. Still buried deep inside her from behind, he eased onto his side with her. Yara stayed folded against him, aftershocks still rippling through her as her cunt squeezed him in gentle fluttering pulses. Her legs trembled faintly as she held tight to his forearm, terrified he might pull away.
In the middle of the big bed, four bodies lay tangled together. No one spoke. There was only the sound of ragged breathing slowing to a calm rhythm, and a sweet scent in the air too thick to cut. No one had the strength to move.
A cool breeze filtered in through the window flap. The leafy plants inside the tent rustled softly. Eric remembered that the elder wanted to speak with him in the morning. His eyelids felt like lead. Taking on three women in a single night had been more than he could handle. Before long, he sank into a deep sleep.
To be continued…