Mated by Twilight (True Match)

Chapter 27

Leah

Their dicks…

Oh, that was such a naughty word, wasn’t it? She wasn’t completely sheltered. She knew what a man’s penis looked like. She had brothers. They lived in a small house. But those limp, worm like things weren’t anything at all like the… monsters facing her now.

They were covered in ridges. From the pointed heads, down through the knobby bodies. Their heads were hot fuchsia – angry and swollen and throbbing, while the shafts were dark, rich violet. Hard and vicious in color, so different from their pale, lavender purple scales. Their cocks had no scales at all, just the abundant ridges and the bumps of the shaft.

And their precum…

Trickling down from the slit like hole on the head, clear but sparkling. It tasted so good. She couldn’t properly compare the flavor to anything. It wasn’t sweet nor savory nor salty. It was like it defied her tongue to define it. All she knew for sure was that she loved the way it tasted, warm and rich, as she licked it from Tillos’ fingers.

They were grunting. Hands moving quickly up and down those strange dicks. Staring at her like she was something sexual and beautiful and irresistible.

Tillos broke first. He’d been stroking longer, and his climax hit him with a deep purr. The one that made everything seem perfectly okay. She was entranced by the way the cords in his neck tightened, how his entire body shook. Long lashes of cum, now white flecked with the glittering gold, struck her in the face, in the body. Covering her. And she whimpered.

Not because she didn’t like it, but because she did. And she wanted more. She trailed her fingers through some that hit her thigh.

Then Sollit was purring, and more heated cum struck her. But the dual purrs stole all the strength from her body, and all she could do was flop back. Staring at them. Panting still. Awash in a glow not unlike that following her own orgasm.

Then, her twin mates were there. Lying next to her. Scooping up their seed with their fingers and bringing it to her mouth. She opened her lips. Licking them clean. Humming at the taste – even better now. She ate it all eagerly. Staring at them. Not even sure anymore why she had been so suddenly afraid of their dicks when she first saw them.

“There you go,” Tillos praised, still purring for her.

“Such a pretty female. Good female. Our female,” Sollit purred, nuzzling her head as Tillos rested against her breast.

They curled around her like that. Their tails circling around her legs. Holding onto her as she floated on their purrs. Contented. Pleasured. The taste of their cum lingering on her tongue. She wanted more, but she couldn’t resist the call of sleep dragging her down.

***

She was a harlot.

She had to be.

Otherwise, why would she not be able to stop thinking about their dicks?!

It was an odd thing to realize about herself. There was a strange mix of shame and desire whirling inside her that made it hard to think and focus.

Their dicks – and just thinking that word still made her face heat – had been so strange and alien and inhuman looking, that it made her pull back. But as some time passed, she began to regret not being brave. There was an ache between her legs that insisted she’d been a coward and missed out on something great.

Sollit and Tillos were, of course, perfect gentlemen. They had both been wearing pants when they woke up in the morning, and though they’d spoiled and cuddled her, they’d made no attempt at trying to ask more from her.

Were men supposed to be this kind and supportive? It was starting to feel like a trap. What did the ladies at the shelter call it? Love bombing? Gaslighting? Just plain old-fashioned manipulation? It didn’t feel like she was being manipulated, but would she even know?

Then, in between lusting after their bodies like some common whore, she would get flashbacks of memories of their mother. Of the way she looked – drugged. That’s the best way she could think to describe it.

Would that be her? The insect meals, already a bit sketchy to her, became outright suspicious when they pushed them on her.

But when she experimented with denying eating them, stating she couldn’t tolerate bugs that day, neither male protested. They’d simply gone to get her noodles or meat or anything else – and it was usually pretty good.

So, that meant they weren’t using food to drug her right?

Or maybe that was her being manipulated again.

She didn’t know!

Leah wasn’t nearly experienced enough to understand this. And maybe she was overthinking it. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking hard enough. She didn’t know that either. And the not knowing was driving her absolutely crazy.

And all the while, despite the uncertainty and suspicion filling her, she still wanted their weird dicks !

Because she was a whore and a harlot and all those other things her father used to warn her about. It was a sobering realization, and not one she was totally comfortable with.

Was her father right after all? Was this the seductive, sinful nature of women that he told her he had to protect herself from?

She found herself pulling back from Tillos and Sollit. Not because she didn’t enjoy what they did to her, but just because she felt guilty about the fact that she did enjoy it.

And the fact that they let her was also confusing. That wasn’t what men were supposed to do, right? They should be pressing their advantage. Asking for more. That was something else her father and mother warned her about. Men outside of the church would demand her body and take it if she so much as showed a stray shoulder.

But not the twins. They accepted her withdrawal, returning to offering her only casual, sweet touches that made her crave the naughtier, darker ones more.

It was all so confusing.

She was glad when Corvidair insisted she start vocal lessons, because at least that was something to keep her mind off things. And though she wasn’t singing on stage now, he was clearly trying to guide her in that direction.

He also wanted her to start acting lessons. Which, unlike vocal lessons, were something she didn’t have any experience with. And if he wanted her to do more on stage than just lay there like a lump, she needed to get used to actually acting.

Which was how she found herself before Skara, pretending the large, reptilian female with elegant, emerald green scales, wasn’t terrifying.

“Acting is easy,” she said, her voice sibilant and rather hypnotic. It didn’t do that when she was on stage. Like it was an accent she could turn off at will.

“Is it though?” Leah asked, uncertain.

The two of them were in one of the many practice rooms. Skara was going to be leading her through a scene reading of the play they were performing now. Because Leah knew the story, she’d heard the others perform it, and she knew how it was supposed to sound. But looking at the script, seeing the words on the hologram from her combot, it just didn’t seem like there was life in it. She could read them, but they didn’t come out the same way Tillos or Sollit said them.

Skara had let her read one of the monologues from start to finish, and then immediately started into this lecture. So, Leah knew she did it badly.

“You must embody the character. That is how you project the character” Skara informed her, turning dramatically. She wore long, elegant, wispy robes, gossamer and delicate that floated around her like a dream. They were all gold today, with gold paint on the spikes on her head. She looked like an alien princess. She might very well be for all Leah knew.

“Try again,” Skara ordered, pacing in front of her. “But this time, you must imagine being the general. You must become them. Their desires are yours. You must feel it in yourself, and project it as if you are feeling this angst and fear. Do it again!”

Leah frowned, returning to her script. “But, ho, why does the darkness-”

“No,” Skara interjected, pausing her pacing to loom over where she sat in the chair. “You are just reading. Speak it! Feel it!”

“I thought I was…”

“No, no, no!” Skara hissed, making Leah reel back in her chair. “Now, you’ve lost your umph .”

“My what?” Leah frowned.

“You retreat when you are afraid or uncertain. You should not! Meet the challenges of acting and life with bravado and determination! Do not shrink from them!”

“I’m not sure I know how to do that…” Leah admitted softly.

Skara blew out a breath, crossing her arms. “What gives you passion, Leah?”

“Er…”

Dicks.

No!

Leah’s face burned. How could that be the first thing she thought of?! She was a whore. She was a sinful harlot.

“Hm?” Skara suddenly leaned right into her face. Leah had nowhere else to go. She could only blink, staring into the distinctly reptilian, yellow eyes of the ratchi female. Her pupils were oddly shaped, like three beads on a string, tight and direct. Looking right through her. Like she could see every salacious thought in her head.

Leah couldn’t even look at her. She kept turning her eyes away. Heart pounding in her throat. Absolutely certain that she was judging her.

Skara sighed. “Newly mated. All you can think about is fucking.”

Leah squeaked. It was true, but she didn’t think she’d be accused of it so directly.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

Skara cocked her head curiously. “Why?”

“B-Because it’s… wrong?”

Skara didn’t have eyebrows, but her forehead still furrowed. It was a subtle movement, but powerful because of it. “You think it’s wrong to desire your mates?”

“I…” Leah moved her lips up and down, not sure what to say. If it had been her father, she would have said yes. But she wasn’t sure what the correct answer was anymore.

Skara stood straight, giving her a dull look. “Shorvi was right. You’ve no presence.”

Leah winced. “Sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing to me? You’re the one who suffers for it.”

Leah frowned. Skara was gentler in her approach, but it was no less uncomfortable to hear it coming from her than it was from Shorvi. She didn’t even have an argument for them. She wanted to say that they were wrong, that she wasn’t presence-less , but she couldn’t think of a single thing to say. And maybe that meant they had a point. She couldn’t even argue for herself.

“How can you project someone else, if you can’t even project yourself?” Skara frowned. “Very well. Reading scripts is too advanced for you.”

“Huh?”

“Instead, we will start with something simpler.”

“Something simpler than reading out loud?” Leah mumbled, humiliation making her shoulders hunch inward.

Skara smirked, her toothy grin like that of a crocodile as she gestured with her three fingered hand like a diva sweeping her arm across the air. “If it’s easy, you’ll be able to do it, and we can move back to reading.”

“Okay…”

“Tell me something you want.”

Dicks.

No!

Leah’s mouth clenched. Absolutely refusing to say something like that. She cast her mind about desperately for something, anything , else. But besides those two little – not little – things, the only things popping into her head were their arms, their kisses, their care. She found herself craving the taste of their cum – also no!

Anything else! Something that wasn’t those two!

Her brain was very slow in providing anything.

She wanted to disappear into the floor, but that probably wasn’t what Skara meant. Those bugs the twins served her that looked like blueberries would be nice, she was weirdly craving those again. But she couldn’t remember their name, and describing them, or getting them, would just make work for Skara. Her feet were kind of cold since she wore simple slippers today, but that was a silly thing to want or ask for.

Maybe Skara meant like on a bigger level though? She was being kind of petty thinking about food and cold feet and dicks – stop it! – when she could be thinking for the good of the troupe, or maybe the universe as a whole. Would world peace be a bad answer?

“You’re thinking too hard,” Skara interrupted her racing thoughts.

“It’s not an easy question to answer,” Leah admitted.

“Sure, it is. Watch:” Skara took in a deep breath. “I want new border pillows for my bed. The ones I have aren’t very firm or comfortable anymore.”

“Huh?”

“How about this? I want Twa to stop whistling in the halls. It drives me mad.” She let out a long-suffering sigh.

Leah frowned, confused. “But that’s…

“Mean?”

“I guess.”

“So?” Skara held out her arms. “To want something means to take it from others. Even if it’s in trade, you’re depriving them of something. Twa wants to whistle – at the cost of my sanity. I want him to stop – at the cost of him not whistling. Greed is an inherent part of life. Everyone is going to take things from you until you have nothing left unless you learn to want things for yourself and stop them. So, tell me something you want. And don’t overthink it.”

Leah’s mouth moved up and down, but no words came immediately to mind.

“It’s not a trick question,” Skara said. “Say something. Anything”

“But-”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t-”

“ What do you want?! ”

“Dicks! AH!” Leah slapped both hands over her mouth, very nearly dropping out of her chair and collapsing to the ground in shame. She flinched. Ready for blows or laughter or disgust. Something that would just affirm what she already knew – she was a bad person.

But she heard nothing. Skara didn’t say a word. It took Leah a solid minute to convince herself to lift her head and look at her again. Flinching again when she caught her eye. But there wasn’t censure or displeasure looking back at her. Just satisfaction.

“See?” Skara said, crossing one arm over her chest, the other held out in a sassy pose. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Wasn’t hard !? Who was she kidding? Leah was pretty sure she was having a heart attack!

Skara gestured to the room around them. “Look. Nothing collapsed. Nothing is on fire. No one is coming to demand retribution for your words.”

That was… true. The world hadn’t ended. She hadn’t been immediately damned. The only difference was in herself. Her heart was pounding like she’d run a marathon, and her belly was churning with emotions she couldn’t detangle enough to identify.

“You’re not wrong for wanting your mates,” Skara continued evenly. “As a matter of fact, I’m rather sure they’d quite enjoy hearing such a thing from you.”

Leah’s response was mumbled. But apparently not too soft for Skara to miss.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Do you consider your mates’ desire for you to be a burden? To be unwelcome? To be wrong ?”

“No, but… they’re men…”

“They’re what?” Skara hissed.

“Well, it’s normal for men to want their women, right?”

“But it’s not normal for women to want their men?”

“I mean… My mom said desire wasn’t something for women. It was only for men. Women’s pleasure came from theirs and from having babies to love.”

“Ugh,” Skara put a hand to her belly. “I think I just almost regurgitated. Where did you hear nonsense like that ?”

“My church?” She mumbled.

Skara groaned. “Save me from fools… Leah. Listen to me. Skara knows. Skara is older and wiser than you. You must obey Skara. Say these words.”

“I must obey Skara?”

“Say it with feeling!” She snapped, toothy muzzle clamping shut with a rather scary snap.

“I must obey Skara!” Leah squeaked.

“Precisely. I cannot speak to men. For I have never met a human male. So, I know nothing of them. However, you are not mated to a human male, so whatever you think you know – and it’s clearly not much – you can toss it away. You are mated to avanava males. If you tell them you want their dicks, you will be quite surprised by how quickly you receive them. And how enthusiastically. Trust me, there are females that would kill to be mated to avanava males.”

“I, er…”

“What did I just say?”

“Skara… knows?”

“Exactly. So, you listen to Skara and express your wants. You can then thank me afterwards.” She chuckled, the sound hissy and slightly scary. “That is your assignment from today’s lesson. Practice saying what you want. Tell them just as you told me. Now, come. You have vocal training.”

Leah wasn’t sure what to say, so she didn’t argue as Skara led her from this room to the next where Corvidair was waiting with an eager smile.

But vocal training didn’t go much better than the acting lessons.