“Unbelievable,” Leena exclaimed. “I mean unbelievably incredible!”
When they broke through the dense clouds, a vast, breathtakingly beautiful, snow-covered landscape stretched out as far as the eye could see. The frozen water of the ocean was a brilliant blue.
“Shit, that’s a mansion not a cottage,” Craig said as Adam piloted to the landing pad.
“Makes you wonder what his regular house is like, doesn’t it?” Adam laughed and powered down the engines.
Leena hopped up from her chair and clapped her hands together. “Is the snow as soft as it appears? Can we walk out on the ice? Is the temperature very, very cold?” She stopped mid-clap.
“Oh no, the on board replicator isn’t functioning yet.” Leena looked down at her skimpy dress and sandals.
“Do you really think we’d bring you to a winter wonderland and not provide you with the right stuff to wear in order to enjoy it?”
“You do everything you can to divest me of my clothing at any opportunity.” She threw her arms around Adam’s neck, pressed herself against him and shimmied provocatively.
“Indeed we do, but at home there’s no risk of frostbite. Let’s go change.”
There were a number of garments laid out on the bed in their cabin. Leena ran her hand over the fur coat and fingered the heavy material of the pair of trousers that, by their size, were definitely meant for her. “What in the stars are these?” she asked, holding up two tubular, knitted items.
“Socks, they’re to keep your feet and legs warm,” Craig answered.
Leena kicked off her sandals and tugged on the socks. “These feel so strange,” she said, walking around.
Adam and Craig replaced their vests with a type of long sleeved shirt she’d never seen before. Instead of having a collar or fasteners, they pulled them on over their heads, and the material covered their entire neck area.
Leena giggled. “You look silly.”
“A turtleneck may not be high fashion, but you’re gonna appreciate wearing one when we’re outside in the elements. Here, we replicated yours in pink.”
Craig held it out to her. Leena removed her dress before taking it from him.
“Wait, give us a sec to memorize how hot you look wearing just a pair of thermal socks,”
Craig said, leering at her.
She did a slow turn for their viewing pleasure. When Adam took a step toward her, Leena quickly yanked her sweater on, then her pants.
“Spoil sport,” he said, playfully swatting her hip. He handed her a pair of clunky boots.
“I’m supposed to be able to move around in all this?” she asked, lifting one leg then the other to test the weight on her feet while Craig helped her into the bulky coat.
“You’ll get used to it in no time.” He slid her fingers into coverings.
“I have to wear socks on my hands, also?”
“Gloves, and yes you do.”
“Fine, am I ready now?”
“Almost.” Craig flipped up an attachment of the coat onto her head and secured it with a tie underneath her chin. He tucked wayward strands of her hair inside. “There, perfect.”
“Last one off the ship cooks dinner tonight.” Leena scurried as fast as she could out of the cabin. She was only halfway down the exit ramp when Adam and Craig raced by her. “No fair, my feet can’t bend right in these stupid boots!” She awkwardly finished her descent.
“You should have thought of that before issuing your challenge, angel. You know we like your food better than ours.” Adam took her right hand, Craig her left, and they walked to the edge of the cleared landing pad.
“How deep do you think it is?” she asked, peering at the ground.
They tightened their grip on her and brought her along when they jumped forward.
“About this deep,” Craig said.
The snow was just above their ankles, but came up to her shins. She removed a glove, bent down and touched it. It was cold and wet, but fluffy at the same time. “This is so neat!”
“Watch this.”
Adam collected two handfuls and molded them into a ball. Craig turned and started running. Adam threw the snowball and hit him square in the back.
“It’s on now,” Craig yelled out. He made his own ball and sent it flying, hitting Adam in the shoulder.
Leena quickly fashioned two balls and launched them simultaneously, striking her targets with practiced precision.
“What the fuck?” Adam shouted, staring at her with surprise.
“Whirlball is a popular game of skill played by Slaterine children. The object is to pitch different sized balls through suspended hoops placed at ever increasing distances from the thrower. Points are earned based on difficulty.” Leena collected some more snow. “I used to beat my brothers and their friends on a regular basis, which annoyed Dar and Erran to no end, and made me a very happy girl.”
A snowball fight of epic proportion erupted. Leena laughed and made fun of them each time one of their projectiles flew by her. The first time she tripped and fell, Adam and Craig rushed to her aide. She pelted them with snow as she regained her footing, and the game went on. The second time she hit the ground it was flat on her back, but Adam and Craig kept their distance.
“Hey, I just fell down over here.”
“Are you injured?” Adam asked.
“Well, no, but I could sure use a hand getting up,” she answered, grinning.
“Like we’re gonna fall for that act twice.” Craig rested his fists on his hips. “We will however show restraint by not taking advantage of your prone position.”
“Wouldn’t our exposed parts freeze?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, woman. I was referring to continuing our snowball fight.”
She sat up. “If you’d rather do that than make love to me, I guess I don’t have a problem kicking your asses for a little while longer.”
“We were letting you win,” Craig said, helping her off the ground.
“You keep telling yourselves that,” Leena countered.
“And making love with you will always trump any other activity, sweetness.”
“As well it better.” As always, her body heated with just the mention of sex with her mates. She kissed Craig with fast-rising passion.
“I’ll get the suitcases and meet you inside.” Adam headed to the ship.
Craig wrapped his arm around her waist, and they went to the cottage.
“Wow,” Leena said, gazing in awe at the colossal, opulent living area. “Most of our house could fit in this room.” She kicked off her boots and began hastily removing layers of clothes.
“Yeah, apparently being Prime Minister of Toomsa is a high-paying gig,” Craig remarked while getting undressed with similar speed.
“I win,” she announced when she was naked and Craig was only half out of his pants.
“No, I do.”
Craig grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward into a searing kiss. As their tongues sparred, somehow they managed to get Craig’s pants down far enough for him to step out of them. When they were skin-to-skin, Leena gyrated against him and raked her fingernails down his back.
“Let’s find out if those pelts in front of the fireplace are as comfortable as they appear,”
she suggested. “Have you ever seen fur like that before?” It was fluffy and many inches thick.
“There are rugs?” he asked, kissing the side of her neck and palming her breast.
“Stop, there’s no way you didn’t notice the giant brown furry things on the white tile floor,” she said, squeezing his firm butt cheeks.
“You got me, I did see them, and immediately pictured you spread out on them, but I really should start a fire first. It’s kind of chilly in here.”
“I’m sure we can figure out a more inventive way of keeping warm.” Leena caressed his stiff shaft. “Yes, I just thought of an idea, oh, here comes another one.” She leaned forward and licked his nipple.
“I love you to pieces,” Craig said as he lifted her into his arms.
“I love you, too.”
She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her across the room. For a few moments, they playfully kissed and snuggled together in the downy fur, then Craig’s cockhead nudged her pussy, and Leena stopped messing around. She shifted to give him a better angle of entrance, but Craig obviously had other plans. Instead of claiming her, he kissed down her body to her cunt. At the first touch of his tongue on her outer lips, Leena closed her eyes and clutched her fingers in the fur. He tormented her mercilessly by rimming her opening without delving in, and she flexed her hips in an attempt to force his attentions where she needed them most. He chuckled sinisterly and gently nipped at her hardened clit before licking his way to her puckered anus.
“Oh Gods,” Leena moaned, thrashing her head from side-to-side.
“Ask him real nice to fuck you, Leena.”
Adam’s order sounded from very nearby.
When did he get back?
she wondered, opening her eyes. Leena was more than a bit surprised to find him standing nude next to a lounge chair that had originally been across the room from the fireplace. He sat down, casually draped a leg over the arm and squirted a dollop of lubrication on the swollen head of his cock.
“Didn’t…hear…you…come…in,” Leena managed to say between panting breaths.
“That’s because I was very quiet,” Adam stated, moving his hand seductively along his penis, coating it with the clear gel. “I’m in the mood to be a spectator, for the short term at least…and to hear you do as I instructed.”
Craig punctuated Adam’s words with decadent flicks of his talented tongue.
“Please fuck me, Craig…
please
,” she begged eagerly. Leena loved watching and being watched, and following sex directions got both guys extra horny.
Craig brought her to the edge of release, let up, then did it again and again before he dropped a final kiss on her soaked cunt and rose up. His irises were dark with passion, and her juices glistened on his cheeks.
Leena gazed into his eyes as he thrust into her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips. His initial movements were slow and calculated, designed to drive her crazy with wanting more.
“I might have just heard Adam yawn,” Leena goaded, tightening her legs and grabbing on to Craig’s shoulders.
“That was a moan of frustration, angel; he’s torturing me as much as he is you.”
“No one’s forcing you to stay in that chair,” Craig offered.
Adam knelt next to them. He grabbed Craig at the back of his head and claimed his mouth. Craig’s thrusts became less measured.
“Ah, like that, like that,” Leena whispered.
Adam leaned down and kissed her fervently. When he pulled away, she was breathless and dangling dangerously close on the edge of orgasm.
“Together, Adam, please, all together,” she pleaded.
He crawled around behind Craig, and Leena let her legs fall from around his hips. When Craig shoved backward and swiveled his pelvis, she grabbed his thighs, refusing to allow him to leave her. Visions of Adam preparing his ass for fucking, stretching his tight entrance and pumping his fingers in and out danced in her mind. Her inner muscles clamped down on Craig’s cock.
“Hurry Ad. Fuck…she’s…ah…”
Adam’s powerful entry sent Craig surging forward. Leena soared on the ecstasy, the sheer perfection of making love with her mates. She thrashed and writhed beneath the glorious weight of her men, wishing she could hold off her orgasm while knowing it to be a futile endeavor. They were masters of bringing her ultimate pleasure and she was wonderfully, blissfully helpless in controlling her responses. Their shouts of elation echoed through the cavernous room as they found heaven together.
“I understand why you saved this activity until our last day here,” Leena said from the safety of the bench at the edge of the ice.
“Why’s that, sweetness?”
“To keep our vacation from being ruined by broken bones.” She looked from her feet to theirs. “How in the stars are you standing up on those things?”
“It’s all about ankle control,” Adam answered.
“Seems to me that these skates as you call them would be safer if they had more than one extremely thin blade.”
“Double blades are for weenies,” Craig said.
“Are you certain the ice won’t break?” Leena asked, reaching for any excuse to delay trying to balance on the precarious footwear.
“The oceans of Toomsa have been solid for thousands of years. I highly doubt today is the day they’ll melt.” Adam flipped the long end of his scarf over his shoulder then put his gloves back on. “You’re gonna love skating. Check this out.”
Craig and Adam stepped onto the frozen ocean and took off gliding around the area they had cleared of snow. They went forward, backwards and in circles, their movements fluid and beautiful. Their laughter floated to her on the wind and it was a glorious sound.
They zoomed back to the shoreline and came to a perfect stop. “Come on, Leena,” Craig said as he and Adam held their hands out to her.
She wobbled upon standing, but took the step needed to get her in reach of her men. She held onto them with a death grip as they eased her out on the ice. With patience, and a great deal of jocularity, they steadied her and taught her what to do. When she took her first independent slides, they clapped and cheered her on as if she’d just accomplished the most amazing feat. It wasn’t too long before she could adequately keep up with them, and by the time the sun was setting and their toes were going numb, she could execute a respectable backward skate, and not fall on her ass when she attempted a stop.
“I’m exhausted,” Leena announced from the couch in the living area.
She stretched her tired legs out in front of her toward the heat emanating from the roaring blaze in the fireplace. Adam had hung the pot of stew they’d made as a group on the cooking tripod, and the glorious smell was causing her tummy to rumble.
“And hungry, no, starving,” she added loudly in order to be heard over the banging and clanging coming from the kitchen. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”
“We’re cool. Just a minor snafu with a stack of serving dishes,” Craig called back.
“Here, this should tide you over until dinner’s ready.”
Adam set down a tray of snacks on the low table and joined her on the couch. He hand fed her several tasty morsels. Craig came in and sat down with them.