When Ateri Mated Sur'an 2 (NSFW) (Patreon)

Ateri/Sur'an 1 

Clarifying: This is an AU where Ateri became mates with Sur'an instead of Jakari. Not sure exactly where the timeline deviation occurs but I think something just happened so that Ateri and Jakari never started dating in the academy for whatever reason, meaning that Ateri was available around when Sur'an was open to reconsidering her relationship with Danash.

Anyway they fuck in this part. Comments appreciated!

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They ended up staying up late despite the fatigue and tiredness among them; with some activity, talking about various personal things, and eventually some light snacks and more juice to stave off hangovers. They grew more awake and eventually sat up on the bed together and watched one of Sur’an’s favorite dramas until it was past zero hour. During it, they each excused themselves to the bathroom to shower individually, though Sur’an had to admit to herself she was more than curious to see all three of them in the shower together. But she restrained herself, and gently held Jakari to her side as the movie finally ended around 0040.

They did have to be up in the morning at a reasonable hour, so Sur’an shut off the lights in the apartment as they finally all turned in for sleep, and with a bit of an electric feeling, Ateri and Sur’an pressed Jakari between them. It was a bit ridiculous to have to remain chaste in that moment; Jakari had well sobered up and not shown any sign of regretting her decision to confess her mind, especially as she pressed into Ateri’s firm and hard muscles. They all three took turned kissing in the dark, and then kissing, and kissing some more.

“No, I can’t stand this,” Sur’an said, feeling more awake than she had been at the beginning of the night. “Hon,” she said to the captain, “let’s just get on with it!”

Ateri was silent for a long moment, as was Jakari, as she held her breath in anticipation of the response.

“…okay,” Ateri said. “What do you want me to do?”

Eventually they shifted each other around on the mattress until Ateri was sitting up, and Jakari, without much hesitation, started coaxing his penis from its sheath, sliding her tongue up and down it with rather practiced vigor. Ateri grunted and groaned, obviously still shy about the whole procedure, but it didn’t stop him from his growing excitement. When he was fully erect, Jakari could hardly fit his whole member into her muzzle, much less the knot, so she didn’t even try; she just bobbed her head slowly along the wet tip, her paws slowly rubbing the inside of his thighs and underneath his testicles.

The whole while, Sur’an straddled Jakari’s back. She’d been so ready for this her whole life, she really could not believe that she had a female between her legs. Rubbing up and down Jakari’s sides with her own paws, feeling the contours of her body and soft and lovely fur, Sur’an slid her paws all the way around Jakari’s belly and teased open the edge of her pouch with her fingers. The commander couldn’t help but grind her too-ready key against the small of Jakari’s back. There was no phallus to receive, but it did not matter, as Sur’an’s lock opened without much cajoling, and her building wetness leaked out.

When Jakari finally slid her whole mouth over Ateri’s cock, he righted himself to sit up, slowly pushing and pulling his erection on and out of Jakari’s tightening mouth. He groaned as only Sur’an had really heard him before, and once he was in his dominant position, Sur’an’ struck—she leaned over, bit down on the scruff of Jakari’s neck, and pulled.

Jakari suddenly fell into the deep trance. Whether she was entirely ready or not, she was their toy now. And Sur’an envied her; she so desperately wanted to feel the same thing herself. And she was answered quickly, since in looking for purchase to put his own paws, Ateri reached over both Jakari’s and Suran’s head, and he grabbed his mate by her scruff and twisted.

Sur’an was surprised, as she hadn’t even requested the gesture—but Ateri knew how much females loved it. She found herself falling in open space without a right way up; rarely had she felt the sensation of being scruffed without a male inside of her, anchoring her in the encroaching timelessness. She struggled to find something to hold onto, and suddenly realized that Jakari was still in her arms. She made her anchor that, this lovely, delightful, soft-bodied female was hers, all hers. The feminine delight took over the space; Ateri was there too, but he was somewhat far away in that moment. He was pushing her closer and closer into Jakari, even as he thrust his member inside of her over and over and over.

Sur’an could have spent years inside that space; in it all female geroo understood immortality. And it was the first time she’d been there with another, teeth and arms and legs locked onto her.

Jakari understood, deeply, intimately, and Sur’an would have been sore to leave her.

The timeless space was an illusion, however, and no matter how long it felt Sur’an stayed there, she always eventually fell back to the real galaxy. She was being bobbed back and forth, back and forth, as Ateri was still, after all this time, still thrusting his erection in and out of Jakari’s limp mouth. Sur’an slowly unclenched her jaw and let go of Jakari, bringing them back to the world of the living.

“Hon,” Sur’an whispered, and Ateri slowed. He gently pulled out of Jakari’s mouth and looked down at her. Slowly she pulled off of him and nuzzled his wet cock.

“Can I get a drink?” Jakari asked.

They broke apart for a moment to swallow a cup of water each, but the moment they were all back on the bed again, they threw themselves into a lustful pile, kissing and stroking and rubbing one another with wild abandon.

“This is a bit of a problem,” Ateri said.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Sur’an asked, her ears flattened.

“Oh, no, this is… this is wonderful,” Ateri said, stroking the cheeks of both females in his bed. “The problem is that I only have one penis.”

Sur’an and Jakari caught sight of one another in the dark, and Jakari put on a devilish grin.

“Let’s finish him off first,” she said.

This time, Jakari wrapped herself around the captain’s back as Sur’an went down on her mate. The taste of Ateri’s member was all too familiar to her, even mixed with the scent that Jakari had planted on it. It was big, and engorged, and twitching even so slightly. But as Sur’an took over the fellatio, Jakari wrapped her arms and legs around the captain and bit his scruff.

The scruffing for males was not nearly so intense as it was for females, but there were ways of extending the sensation—being gentle, and tugging just a little bit at a time would give them a shallow sensation, a tidal pool where the females experienced a deep ocean. It did not have to last forever though, just long enough for Jakari to pull Ateri out of the waking world and into the trance of his own.

When Ateri was well and truly gone, Sur’an quickly pulled herself upright, facing her mate, and pushing herself down upon his erection, she bounced up and down along the shaft, keeping her own thrusts shallow so she didn’t accidentally slide herself over his knot. It was enough anyway; Ateri’s shaft was so thick, it may as well had been taking a knot, and Sur’an quickly came to orgasm. Her lock tightened around his shaft, hard, squeezing possibly a few drops of pre from the captain.

Sighing heavily, Sur’an pulled out and gestured for Jakari to take her place. Swiftly, as Ateri started coming to, Sur’an slipped around her mate and took over biting Ateri’s scruff. Jakari nearly fell trying to get into place, but she soon wrapped her around around Ateri and Sur’an’s necks and started riding the captain with vigor and enthusiasm.

This time, though, Jakari wasn’t so careful and Sur’an wasn’t at all sure she had to be. After a full minute of deep, rattling bounces aided by her tail, Jakari fell entirely upon Ateri’s knot, and her lock squeezed shut. In that moment, Ateri finally came to again, and clutching Jakari close to himself, he pulled on her as though to yank her off entirely.

Sur’an watched them with fascination. They’d frozen up, locked together in both their genital and their arms, and for a second it was like they’d become statues. But Ateri and Jakari both twitched, and Sur’an realized with growing amusement that Ateri was experiencing one hell of an orgasm as he dumped his seed inside the lieutenant.

After nearly five seconds, Ateri gasped. Jakari did, too, like they’d both forgotten to breathe. Ateri slowly let go of the white geroo, and she fell backwards onto the bed, still locked on his twitching knot. They both broke into furious panting.

“Ancestors…” Ateri said finally after a long moment, his eyes widening as he realized he’d come inside of Jakari instead of his mate. He turned to Sur’an, as though to apologize, but they’d both agreed to this.

Sur’an just kissed him instead.

“I… think we’re stuck with her now,” Ateri said quietly. “In both senses of the word.” Jakari hardly regarded them as she was still catching her own breath.

“I’m okay with that,” Sur’an said. “On one condition.”

Ateri regarded his mate curiously.

“You have gotto have that hard of an orgasm with me, too.”

Ateri’s ears burned. “I thought she was you—”

“That’s not good enough.” Sur’an tapped Ateri’s nose with a finger. “If the lieutenant’s okay with it, we’re gonna be doing this every night until we get it right.”

“Am I going to have to spend the rest of my life juggling the sexual jealousies of two frighteningly beautiful females?”

“Yup.”

Ateri considered this for a moment, as his knot finally deflated enough for Jakari to fall off of it. “I’m okay with that.”

They all kissed one another goodnight, with full intentions of resuming the next morning and just being late for work. But while Ateri fell asleep quickly, Sur’an pulled Jakari closer to her, turning and kissing her on the lips.

“Commander…” Jakari started. “Sorry if I’m coming between you and your mate, that’s what it sounded like, anyway…”

“Oh, don’t worry about us,” Sur’an said. “Ateri’s a very loyal male and I trust him to my doom. But as for me…”

Sur’an brushed her fingers against Jakari’s key, and Jakari shuddered with delight.

“…I have some of my own feelings I need to work out. And you’re going to let me, because I’m the boss and you’ve given yourself to me and my mate of your own free will. Understand?”

“Y-yes, Commander,” Jakari moaned.

“Shh.” Sur’an put a wet finger to Jakari’s lips. “Sur’an.”

Jakari shivered and nodded. “Yes, Sur’an.”