She knew, before she felt the blunt tip of a cock against her ass, that she wanted someone inside of her, two warriors inside of her at one time, filling her, trapping her between their rock-hard flesh. As his cock entered her, the now-familiar sting of pain was quickly overtaken by the feeling of fullness that entered rapidly, filling her entirely, pressing her tender flesh between the cock already inside of her. The warrior covered her body, and they began to fuck her, to a rhythm that seemed natural, preordained, orchestrated. They went in deep at the same time, and she cried out in pleasure, then slipped almost entirely from inside of her, leaving her hollow and craving them inside her again.
There was no choice now but to go limp against all of the hands that held her firmly in place. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out as again the pressure inside of her built up until she thought she couldn’t stand another moment.
The warrior inside her bottom did not last much longer than the first. Even as lips brushed over her head, making her shudder with pleasure, and told her to lie still, she was unable to stop the quivering of her pussy or the throbbing inside of her, squeezing the cock in her ass. She felt the alien’s cock expand, and a burst of hot wetness filled her.
Once a warrior had taken her, he would leave her, but the hands that restrained her did not relent. A new lover would soon replace the one who had left her, his cock massaging the sore, aching parts of her, stroking them back into a state of intense and brutal pleasure.
She was turned and rotated, her legs held open and her ass spread, for cock after cock. The warriors surrounded her, their hot, damp muscles enclosing her in a sweaty, musky barrier that felt—as odd as it might have seemed—safe and protective. Hands played with her hair, tipping her head back to devour her mouth with hungry lips. Fingers stroked her nipples, tongues lapped at her wet pussy, and she sank into a state of complete submission as she was used in turn by each of the virile males.
After some time—an amount she could not have even begun to imagine—a low growl parted the bodies in front of her. She was draped over the chest of a warrior who was holding her for the next male to take her from the front, and she was so exhausted from all the orgasms that had racked her body that she was no longer resistant in any way.
Zain towered above her. She looked up at him, and the sight of his blackened pupils, his intensely bright skin, and the very, very large and ready organ erect before him, made Lana catch her breath. She was revived, almost instantly by the sight and the smell of him.
Her eyes dropped to the formidable sight between his legs. Her pussy quivered; she was so sore already, it seemed like too much to take this beast inside of her. But from his expression, she had even less choice than she had had for however long she had been here, being taken again and again.
He climbed onto the bed, and Lana made a noise when she dropped her eyes to look at his cock. Red markings wrapped themselves around his black member; his was the only one that was like this. The crown of it was wet with his cum, and he held it to her slick pussy for a moment so she could feel it throb against her.
A strange sensation took over her body, much like the pleasurable tingle that had spread from the lips of each of her lovers thus far. But Zain had not even touched her. Inside her body, it felt almost as if a magnet were pulling her to him, even though she had not moved.
When he entered her, the increased size of his cock gave her the same sharp pain as the loss of her virginity, but like the first warrior, Zain seemed to have a secretion or a power in his cock that radiated pleasure to her body. The pain faded as if it had never been, and Lana tipped her head back, her eyes rolling again, her chest seizing up in a gasp of pleasure.
There was no way to describe or even comprehend the feeling. As Zain entered her, she felt completeness, a feeling of rightness that she had never felt before. A new pleasure, a new desire, a new ache, was building up inside her, and unlike the other climaxes that had racked her, this one was a slow-building, slow-burning fire. It moved as sensually and slowly as the warrior king’s enormous cock, making her shudder with each stroke. He was so deep inside of her, and her body so stretched and full, that she thought she might burst. Instead, she shook with pleasure. She was no longer herself, no longer capable of reason.
This went on for a long time, and the caresses and kisses of the surrounding males faded away as if they were not even there. Zain lay down on her body, and pulled her up in his arms, pressing her fiercely close to him. “I am going to mate with you, little Atrix,” he growled.
But Lana had not the time to consider what this might mean beyond that she would be filled with his seed like all the others, because he thrust so deeply inside of her that she cried out, and his body went stiff on top of her, all his muscles hard as stone.
Inside her, she felt the pulsing of his cock, and then it seemed to be enlarging, almost as if a ball had been placed inside of her with his cock. “What is...?” she whispered breathlessly, but was unable to finish her sentence, because the rolling whatever-it-was rolled over a part of her that was sublimely sensitive, and she could hear herself screaming in pleasure as though from a very great distance. Her ears rang violently, her legs shook and spasmed, and the great spherical bulge stopped where it was inside of her.
She was dimly aware of her pussy spasming around the cock inside of her, and whatever had been placed there in addition to the enormous member. But her mind had gone floating away to some other place. She was not herself, and all she was in that moment was her body, her need, her pleasure, rising to a peak over and over again, shaking her so violently with orgasm after orgasm she was sure she would just melt away into a puddle and die.
A long time passed, and Zain barely moved. Then he rolled to the side and draped her leg over his, hands running along her wet flesh as his lips swallowed her cries. The other hands had left her, but whether they had done so mere minutes before or hours, she couldn’t say. The room was dark, Zain was still inside of her, and her body was still jerking its way through orgasm after orgasm. She was unable to stop herself, and yet she was so exhausted, she could only lie there.
After a long while Zain rolled on top of her again, leaned his head back, and shouted loudly. Inside of her, the ball seemed to disappear, or explode, and very hot liquid filled her pussy, deep inside of her body, while Zain covered her with his own.
She fell asleep with him inside of her, still pulsing, unable to withstand any more pleasure than she had already felt.
* * *
She woke when the weight on the bed shifted, to see Zain rising to her right. The contours of his body were as magnificent from behind as they were from the front. The red markings on his skin were still bright, though not as bright as they had been as he had taken her and filled her...
He turned toward her, seemingly aware that she was awake. She was too tired to move her limbs, but when he looked at her, she blushed and dropped her eyes. Her pussy was pleasantly sore, her bottom still stung from his spanking, and she felt as though she couldn’t walk. But more humiliating than any of that, she liked the feeling. She was getting wet thinking about what had happened to her.
She felt something akin to hunger inside of her. It was a desire, as powerful as an itch or thirst, that made her want to reach out and touch Zain. She looked to his face fearfully as her hand moved toward his thigh, to the red marking that sprawled down his leg.
He was hot to the touch, and his red skin glowed. Lana felt the cool fingers of fear in her chest, closing around her heart, but Zain surprised her by looking down at her with...
...a tender smile?
He climbed onto the bed on his knees and took her hand in his, bringing her fingers to his lips. “There will be plenty of time for that, little Atrix. You are mine now.”
Lana’s eyes opened and closed slowly, in blankness.
Zain seemed to recognize her confusion. He placed a palm against hers. “I have bred you with my seed,” he declared. “You are mine now.”
La
na’s mouth fell open. “What? How do you... how do you know?”
Zain slid a finger down her body, pulling a sheet that she had been covered with down to expose her bare body. His finger brushed over her clit, which made her spasm, and a heat grow inside of her unexpectedly.
“What do you mean?” he asked, bemused.
Lana’s lips trembled. She could barely organize her thoughts, which were trapped thinking of Zain’s touch as it traveled up and down her torso.
“I just mean... there were so many... and... how do you...?”
Her voice trailed off. It occurred to her, midsentence, that she didn’t much care. Zain’s touch had a hypnotic effect on her, and she felt like she was sinking into a nice, calm waking dream.
“Aha,” Zain said slowly. “I recall that your... human males... do not undergo the same physiological effects that Galleons do when mating. You do not even mate for life, as we do.”
Lana’s eyes, which had been slowly closing as Zain stroked her, flew open. “For life...?”
“Galleon males mate for life with the female they seed,” he explained, as if she were some kind of child.
“But... all of you...”
Zain leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “That is not seeding, my mate. Galleon males may take pleasure from females and females may take pleasure from males, but unless the second...” He looked skyward, as though searching for a word, but Lana already knew what he meant to say: the second ‘something’ that had occurred when it had seemed that a ball had been inside of her, moving along his cock.
She said, “I see,” because he looked as if he would never find the word.
“There is no word in Anglais for this,” Zain said. “It is not a human...”
“Thing,” Lana finished.
She looked at him. His features appeared different to her; she liked the shape of his face and reached up to touch him on his square and humanly masculine jaw. She was surprised to find stubble there and laughed lightly.
Zain cocked his head.
“It’s just... I thought only humans had... that.”
Zain rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “Hair?” he asked.
Lana nodded.
“I will—”
“I like it,” she heard herself say, and a not-so-subtle thrill went through her when she saw that Zain’s red markings throbbed with a hot crimson color.
“So... Do you mean that I am pregnant?” Lana asked him. “And that...”
“It is the will of the gods of fertility, and one cannot ever be sure. But I am your mate. You are mine. And I will continue to mate with you until you are bred...”
Lana felt a twinge of disappointment for a moment, until Zain leaned close to her, and the tingling sensation traveled all over her body again. “And then I will continue to take you as I please. And you,” he breathed tenderly, “will be my obedient and submissive wife, giving me all the pleasure I desire.”
His breath traveled through her skin, down the length of her body, making her shiver with violent pleasure.
She looked at him, her mind wanting to say something, but the thoughts melting away in the incredible feeling overtaking her. Maybe she had wanted to say... what? She put a hand on Zain’s muscled arm, and another shiver of pleasure gripped her as she saw how his red markings glowed.
“Careful,” Zain growled. “Or I will have to take you again, my mate.”
Lana reclined, pushing her sweaty hair from her face. Just now, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to feel him inside of her again.
She let her hand drop, until it came to rest on his cock, and his amber eyes at once flashed with the consuming black of his hunger. “Atrix,” he growled in warning, but it was too late, he was covering her body with his, tossing the sheet aside. Within seconds her body was screaming out for him, her legs wrapped around his torso, heels digging into the hard flesh of his back.
Time ceased to have any meaning as he filled her with his manhood, the hot flesh of his body wet against her own sweat-soaked skin. He began by taking her gently, breaking in her sore flesh with long strokes and making her legs tremble with wild desire. But his own passion consumed him, and soon he was thrusting deep inside of her as she came shamelessly, screaming and digging her fingernails into his back to disperse the intense pleasure that seized her. She felt the same tightness as his member swelled to its ball-like size, and Zain gathered her to him protectively, his body filling her completely, his arms around her, possessing her fully.
As the second of Zain’s orgasms worked its way through his body, Lana was stunned by the thoughts that seemed to boil in her head: maybe this was what she wanted. That it was what her body needed and wanted she could no longer dispute, but perhaps her mind could reconcile this life with the other desires she believed that she had. She could feel that Zain would take care of her, protect her, and possess her. She would bear his children, a thought that swam around inside of her to surprisingly calming effect.
She fell asleep in his arms, his fingers playing with her damp hair, her cheek to his strange, warm skin, the red glow fading slowly as his breathing, like hers became shallow, and finally, still.
Chapter Twelve
When she awoke the next day, Zain was dressing himself in the same fur skins he had come to the ceremony in. The cave was dimply lit, and the entrance had been closed off by wooden doors. Lana watched him, her body content, her mind awakening. Other than his strange coloring and certain attributes of his lovemaking, Zain was like a large, well-muscled human man in every way.
Her mind became troubled as she began to awaken more, though. The magic of the night before was disappearing like a dream from her mind, and her thoughts set off for the problems that troubled her: where she was, whether she should still try to—if she even could—escape her captivity, because while what she had experienced here was glorious for her body, it was still captivity, and she—
“I can sense your troubled thoughts, mate,” Zain told her, still looking in the opposite direction as he reclaimed an article from the floor. Lana started, and her eyes went wide with fear.
He turned to her. His expression, while still fearsomely dominant, the stare of a fierce warrior, looked more relaxed than when she had first met him, and—dare she think it?—almost tender.
She tried to speak, but her throat was dry.
Zain retrieved a flask from a dark pocket of the room and handed it to her. “Water,” he explained, when she looked at it suspiciously.
She swallowed half the flask greedily, but realized she was being incredibly rude, and extended it to Zain, even though she thought she might die of thirst.
His lips, incredibly, moved up in a very slight smile, and he pushed it back toward her. “It is a good sign that you are thirsty,” he growled.
Lana drank greedily, until it was finished. “Of what?” she whispered, wiping her mouth.
Zain’s eyes locked on hers, and the amber briefly went black. Shimmers of glowing red traveled through his markings. “Of successful mating,” he said. “Of impregnation.”
Lana’s mouth fell open. Zain’s words sent a warm sensation through her body, but she felt that she should be outraged, or at least... at least...
“How do you know my thoughts are troubled?” she asked, and the boldness of the question surprised even her.
Zain stroked her face. “Now that I possess you, I can sense how you feel. Even though you are human. It is my responsibility now, to soothe your troubles. Especially if you are seeded with my child.” Changing the subject almost immediately, Zain rose. “You are thirsty,” he proclaimed, and disappeared into the shadows to retrieve another jug of water.
Lana drank it greedily.
When she finished, she looked at Zain. “So what... what will happen to me now?” she asked.
“Is this what troubles you, Katalana?” Zain touched her face. For a moment his very human features expressed concern, and Lana felt her eyes grow wet at the tender feel of her nam
e in his mouth. Her heart felt like it would burst. She was unable to speak.
Zain’s features, almost as suddenly as they had grown tender, grew dark and sharp. His hand dropped and he rose from the tousled bed. “Your fate here will be the same as your fate would have been on Galleon,” he said, his voice suddenly cold.
Lana blinked away a tear and wiped one away briskly as it rolled down her cheek. She moved her mouth to speak but could not find the words.
Zain looked down at her, and between them she could feel a change in the air, a tension, which only made her eyes hotter and wetter. She pulled her knees to her chin and looked away.
“Your training with the Imperial Realm has prepared you for nothing different than what will happen to you here,” Zain explained, and his voice seemed almost angry. “As an Atrix of the breeding program, you were to be sold to a Galleon prince... a prince of cowards, who have submitted to the yoke of the Imperial Realm.”
Zain narrated all of this matter-of-factly, and when Lana did not respond, he made a noise that sounded very much like a growl and began to walk toward the doorway of the cave. “Nothing about your mating should be unexpected. If you were willing to give yourself to the cowards of the Imperial Realm, you should be pleased to—”
Lana dropped her legs and sat bolt upright, a sudden fury overtaking her. “I did not give myself to the Imperial Realm!” she spat, surprised by her own viciousness. She trembled, knowing that a punishment was likely soon to follow her audacity, but the outrage of being held captive and then given a lecture about... her expectations!... was too much. She lifted her chin defiantly as Zain turned slowly toward her.
“You are an Atrix of the Imperial Realm, in the training program—”
“I was kidnapped!” Lana shot back. “I was kidnapped and I... I don’t even know... what an Atrix is!”
She was shouting, her fists clenched. A small vein of fear was snaking through her, especially as the gaze of Zain’s eyes turned fiery. But she felt a huge sense of relief, at last speaking aloud her fury at her capture. Her eyes had overflowed with tears, but she didn’t care.
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