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With a hot breath, I lay between Ikram and Sumaya, and felt their bodies hold snug to mine, to leech the heat from my body as I sweated under the tropical air. I was hot - terribly hot - but I didn't move, because I felt too good.

Ikram wrapped his strong arms around me, while Sumaya laid his body, and wings, over mine, keeping me pinned. He was buried in me - held me as he slept - and I shivered, uncomfortable, but feeling too good to say no.

It had been four months since I had met the two, four months since Club Pangaea had taken me into the deep dark of the secret places and four months since I'd felt the old memories stir inside of me. I had found my way to the club every Friday, and every Monday I'd driven to work, sore, aching, but with a smile crossing my lips. Work never asked questions of why I had a new bruise or scratch - why, when work productivity had increased and my morale was through the roof? I didn't know how they'd have taken it, finding out that my morale was up because of two saurian who made sure my ass was up every morning.

It was four in the morning, and I dozed in the heat - glad for the fans that helped cool me, but not about to complain. My throat was heavy with the leather wrapping around it - a silver tag in the front reading: "Pet". I stroked it slowly, then slid back into my dozing, feeling light headed for a moment. I slid into dreams - into memories, memories of my next time at the club - legs gripping me, as I was made to serve other members. I remember tongues and lips and bodies, being kissed and stroked and explored. They liked my shyness, and my fiery eagerness when put into action. I liked how they used me, how they didn't care about anything but now. It was amazing, pleasant, and breath taking.

It was four in the morning, before I finally slid to sleep, enveloped in the wings of an archaeopteryx and the arms of a parasaur, asleep, in the touch of Sumaya and Ikram both. I hated summer. I loved the heat.

Morning came early - ten in the morning as I saw through red ringed eyes. The heat had dissipated; a cool seventy degrees making me feel much better. The bed was empty, and soaked with my sweat. I heard the shower going - and the sound of the television in the other room, the happy sounds of sports, probably Orion League Padball. I sat up, rubbing my head and wincing at the ache of my hips. Sumaya was rough, but, he always made sure I was alright after the fact. It may have been eight months, but I could safely say I loved the big flier. He meant well.

I stretched my body out, and limbered up with a few stretches, before stepping onto the carpet, and made my way towards the bathroom. It was large, much like the majority of the house, or any house that was built for one of the Saurians. Of course, Saurians are a foot taller and fifty pounds heavier, on average, so go figure.

"In here, pet." The soft voice of Sumaya spoke, the archaeopteryx enjoying the warm water coursing across his neatly feathered body. I looked through the glass at him - the steam obscuring his body. I gave him a nod, and approached the glass, while he gestured for me to enter. I did so, my naked body easing into the shower, into the warm water that made me hiss in surprise. It was hot, far hotter than I had anticipated. My skin would be red. Sumaya paid no heed - I didn't step out, or resist him - so I was not hurt. "Wash me."

I took up the soap and lathered it - while he stretched his wings open. He had already bathed - I could see the healthy sheen of his scales in the water - and the straightening of feathers, not to mention those already plucked and placed on the shower floor. But I obeyed, and began to slowly groom through his wings and pelt. The feathers were soft, warm, the scales beneath pink and soft and ever so male. I stroked down his body slowly, then up, under the feathers, and along his beak.

"Ikram and I have been giving thought. We both care for you, and believe you to care for us as equally. You've shown promise, and are as beautiful mentally as you are physically." He stroked me with his wing, smearing me with soap. I would wash last, but just took my time to work up the beak, and down, kissing him once as he paused. "You are a fascinating creature. I would like to keep you for more than week ends. Sumaya agrees."

In the shower, warmed by water and covered in soap, I looked up at him. He gazed at me through those rich, green eyes, and gave me time to think this over. His stare was commanding, his very presence was charismatic and bold. He had gall, and it showed. I was given time to think about this, as I slowly knelt at his hip, and began to wash over his groin and thighs. I paused and worked his backside slowly, getting the soap into the crevice and over the tight ring of his backside - he never bottomed, not once since I'd known the two.

"How long?" I asked, stroking down towards his long, clawed feet, and taking care to wash each claw, so they would shine. He gave a smile as water washed off the soap, getting the last bits of dirt and dust and effort from the week off of him. I switched feet. "How long would you want me?"

"At least for the rest of the year. Maybe for the rest of your lifetime." He lifted my chin up, and stroked slowly against my jawline. He gazed down upon me, and slid his fingers over my face, and pulled it against his thigh. His toes brushed and scratched my leg. "I want to keep you forever, Pet. I've grown attached, as I know you have. And our week ends don't last nearly long enough. Even getting you for dates, is never enough. I want more. You don't have to decide right now, but, give it some thought. Please."

I nodded slowly, my mind a jumbled set of thoughts. Eight months, so soon? Only now? I felt torn, shocked, surprised, glad, and a little trembly. I wanted to say yes, but, I had to think about it. He gazed down at me, as I knelt before him, and gently drew my face into his groin - and settled me against the heavy curve of his sac. My lips were pressed to it, and I took my time, beginning to lick his balls slowly. It helped me calm down - to focus on this. I had time.

"That's it." He said. I knew he loved having his balls tyed with, and I did so, with some gentle strokes of my tongue and flicks of my tongue. He groaned, and began to slowly stroke himself over my body. I smiled. It was no wonder I bathed last. My lips tugged behind the eggs in his sac, and I worked my lips up and across him, my tongue short but powerful as it danced small designs over him. Again he moaned - gripping the tiles behind him. I serviced with a smile - I knew what I was doing, and it never got old, servicing him like this. "Good."

My mouth switched between the two - he shuddering pleasantly as one dropped and the other was taken up. I massaged his flanks, and stroked up along the tail root - having learned the places to make him tremble. He stroked himself off quicker over me, the long length bobbing in front of my mouth. I groaned, wanting to pleasure him, and he knew it. The true sadist, he wouldn't punish the masochist who begged for it - and I begged, with my lips and tongue pleasuring over him. I forgot about my troubles, buried into those moments.

He stroked faster, then slowly drew back, in thought. And turning, he pushed his front against the tile and gripped himself again, while lifting his tail up and over his nice, shapely rear. He gazed back at me with a curious quirk of his brow, then gazed down at his rear. I gave a hint of a smile, as he worked himself faster. I leaned in, and gave his freshly washed anus a soft, gentle lick. The taste was exotic, but musky - a strange reptilian taste that I did not mind. I flicked my tongue again and slowly lapped against him, while pushing my face against his rump.

That truly set him wild - as he moaned out loudly and stroked harder - his hips shifting back to the attention of my quick questing tongue. I suckled and licked and prodded, before nibbling and biting on the cheeks of his feathered rear. I was long used to the taste of his feathers. Again I flicked my tongue over his rear - and pushed up and in, slowly parting the tight ring to make him shudder. I guessed right and he did - crying out loudly as he began to climax, painting the wall in front of him with the thick shots of saurian seed. He was copious, nearly thrice a humans output. Still I licked, letting him moan in moments of pure, unadulterated passionate joy.

It must have been fifteen minutes I knelt behind him, face against his rear and tongue buried deep. Fifteen minutes that he stroked his half masted shaft and shuddered under my attention - not the first time giving a rimjob, but the first time giving it to him. Fifteen glorious minutes were spent - before he, on shaky legs, pulled back and stepped out after wiping my tongue with the remnants of his seed. Those minutes were pleasant, and I felt content. I supposed I was a natural submissive.

I washed myself, and cleaned thoroughly, before making my way out to join the two. I stroked my collar and dried it - though it was synthetic, and not going to rot any time soon. I gave the silver tag a ring, the word 'Pet' flashing in the mirror. I stroked my belly, no tattoos, and few scars marring me. I wasn't handsome, but they found me cute. I could have looked better - but they were happy, and that was what mattered.

Not all that mattered. I gazed at the fresh scar on my shoulder, the bite mark that had been permanent. I smiled. They found me beautiful, and I felt my belly twitch, butterflies flowing. I was in love with them myself. They were happy. And, I was happy, and that was all that mattered.

The game was good. I lay across both laps and held a book in hand - some light reading that always stirred the imagination, but could rarely be enjoyed. The sound of the game was a good distraction, while Ikram and Sumaya talked, laughing and stroking my body, much like I were some over-grown hairless cat. I paid little attention, and crelaxed to the moments. They were as skyclad as I, clothing being a foreign concept to creatures with tough scales and hardened flesh. Of course, given their house had their rules, I was not permitted clothing around them, or in Saurian areas. It was odd, but I'd grown somewhat used to it, though they took relish in stripping me publicly now and then.

"That was a good game." Sumaya said, his grin broad. He had won a bet - something I wasn't privy to - and stroked over my back. My rear lifted slightly as I turned the page - my head swimming with being tired. I had no sense to sleep well in hot rooms - or so they told me. I usually shrugged about it. "Though the Trikes need to work on their defense. Almost won!"

"Almost doesn't count. Either you go all the way, or you let the big boys play." My backside was smacked and I jumped, before glancing up at Ikram. The tall saurian, crest decked in small rings along the back, gave me a look down. I quirked my brow as he shook his empty drinking glass, and set the cold ice base on my back. I twitched, and glared.

"Get a drink for us?" He asked, voice sickly sweet. I huffed once, back aching from the cold tingle. "Please?"

I slid off their laps and adjusted - my book just getting good too. Drinks were grabbed - I preferred the sweet taste of ginger and went for a root beer can, thought better of it, and grabbed all six. We all preferred it - I for the sweet taste, them because spices had different effects on their anatomies. It was a cheap replacement for beer.

Ikram yelped as I set the cold can on his groin, and leaned against the side of the couch.

"Anything else, your high ass?"

"Oooh, kitten has teeth." Sumaya laughed, clapping the parasaur on his back. The archaeopteryx stretched his legs out and glanced back at the Television. "I still think he needs to move in with us. Much more fun sleeping in a full bed. He's so warm!"

"And I can't stand sleeping in the heat. I get headaches." I replied, while scooting in between the two. They made room for me and set their legs, scaled and feathered on one side and the other. I stroked the edge of my can and took a swallow. "Even if I like sleeping with you both."

"Hm. True. Maybe we could lower the temperature. But you'd have to do something for us." Ikram said, swallowing the cold drink with a shiver - he loved the way it tingled, he claimed.

"What, suck cock or bend over the bed every night?" I lifted my book up - science fiction, it was always so hokey, stuff written thirty years ago, but had a certain style to it. "I do that already." "No, smart ass. I mean, yes, smart ass, but other things."

"Like?" I flipped the page, falling back into the reading rhythm - half of what I usually do, because I had to listen. I tuned out the game, while the wing of Sumaya wrapped my shoulder and tugged me in. I laid against his side, and breathed in his feathered scent. He was, was.. it was hard to place the scent - a hint of pepper, a touch of earthiness. He smelled so damn good.

"Well, you could go with us to Orion for a few weeks, for one. For two, you could get a mark on your body signifying who owns your sweet ass. I dunno, maybe clean up around here while you are at it, like a good pet." He pulled my book down, Ikram leaning forward and over me. I slid onto my back, as he drew my legs up and over his shoulders, an intimate position if I dared say so. "And lastly, just smallest, you could give me a kiss every morning."

I thought about it, my eyes on Sumaya, who looked down at the byplay of his two beloveds in amusement. He smiled to me, a warm smile that never failed to send tingles down my back, then turned my face to look at Ikram. I gazed up. His face was hungry - hungry for me, needful for me. He wanted me, in all ways of the word, and I leaned up, in thought.

"I dunno, might need a little more convincing..." I said, while he slid up and closer. I leaned in just a little, teasing. He strained, he wanted me to kiss him.

"Anything you want, beloved." He slid his hands up onto mine. His grip was strong.

"I'll remember that." I said, before I leaned up and gave him a very soft kiss on the lips. After that, well, it became a haze of pleasure, of hot breath, cold drinks, and pleasure. It was...

It was very fucking amazing.