The Triumvirate's Consort

by Shannon Peters

  “What is it?” Cort asked, tightening his grip around her waist.

  Dane shook his head. “I don’t know. Some sort of constraint.”

  Cort sucked in a breath. “Well, I certainly hope she is our consort. I like her tastes.”

  What were they talking about? Her bra? They acted like they’d never seen a bra before. Dane’s hands hovered uncertainly over the lace material.

  “Do it,” Taz ordered. He shifted his hand off her breast. He seemed to have less patience than the others.

  Dane shrugged. He grasped the front of her bra, and her breasts swelled. He tugged, and the bra tore. Her breasts popped free. Evie blinked. He’d ripped her bra. That took a heck of a lot of strength. She should have been screaming, she should have been trying to kick his balls into oblivion, but his actions sent a thrill deep inside her, one that wrapped itself inside her pussy and made her muscles clench.

  She could feel the hot weight of three pairs of eyes on her breasts. And it turned her on. She whimpered against the hand still covering her mouth. Taz kept his hand there, but this time he slid his other hand down with a carnal intent to grasp her breast.

  “Do you see it, Dane?”

  Dane’s eyes had darkened, the colours swirling like a summer storm. He stared at her breasts, and licked his lips. “No,” he grated.

  Cort slid his hand up to cup her other breast, and Evie closed her eyes against the tug of desire low in her belly. Oh, God. Two men held her breasts in their hands and a third thrust his groin against her hips. She was about to dissolve into a puddle of white-hot need.

  “What about the other one?” Cort rasped as he palmed her breast. Dane looked from one breast to the other and shook his head.

  “I don’t see it.”

  Taz’s hand pumped her breast, and pulled at her nipple. She could feel his erection against her hip, too. “Be certain. Look again.”

  “Take your time,” Cort said, and tweaked her other nipple.

  She couldn’t help it. Her hips shuddered against Dane’s. Her pussy muscles clenched at nothing, wanting something hard and hot to swallow. He responded by rubbing his hips against hers, the veins standing out in his neck as he sucked in a breath.

  She trembled, her pulse rate skittering. The two men who held her immobile continued to grope and tug at her breasts, while Dane’s thick ridge of cock pressed against her pussy lips, parting them so that her nubbin felt his pressure. She moaned. Dane licked his lips.

  His mouth was so close to her left nipple. She arched her back. His swirling blue-indigo eyes met hers, read her desire. His tongue flicked out, wet her offered nipple. She shuddered.

  His teeth bared in a sexy grin, he darted a look up at Cort. Cort adjusted his grip on her breast, and Dane swooped his head down to pull her nipple into his mouth.

  Moist heat exploded in her pussy, and she bucked her hips instinctively against his, whimpering at the increasing pressure of clothed cock against her clit.

  Taz’s grip on her other nipple tightened, creating a sharp, thrilling counterpoint to the wet, hot tug from Dane. Tension built inside her, coiling like a cobra, readying to strike.

  Taz removed his hand from her mouth, and Cort slammed his lips against her own, sucking, biting, his tongue sliding in to dance with hers.

  Dane leant down farther and grasped her skirt, tugging it up around her waist before lifting her legs up around his hips. He thrust the ridge of his jean-clad cock against her, rubbing along her clit in rhythm with the tug of his mouth on her nipple, occasionally giving her a little nip with his teeth.

  The cold rain still poured, but only added further sensation, like cold needle pricks pounding her hot flesh.

  All thoughts of Baxter and her job were consumed by the answering pool of liquid coming from her pussy. Her panties were soaked, and the musky scent of sex rose between all of them. With each tug on her nipples her heartbeat accelerated. There was so much heat, so much sensation. She wanted to get naked; she wanted all of them, naked. Her thighs trembled, and Dane’s thrusts became shorter, sharper as he dry-humped her mound.

  Her breasts swelled and her head rolled back as the tingling started at her clit, building, building, her whimpers getting louder and louder under Cort’s kiss until her orgasm broke over her like the storm overhead. Cort swallowed her scream of ecstasy, drinking from her lips as though he was a man in the desert, dying of thirst.

  Dane’s grip on her thighs tightened, his breath gusting against her breast as he rocked himself against her pussy. Her body twitched as he slowed his pace, drawing out her orgasm. He released her nipple with an audible pop, and sighed. She felt like she was floating, as Cort’s lips eased from hers, and Dane’s thrusting became a gentle rocking. She could still feel his hard cock, though, and was amazed by his control.

  Dane eventually stopped moving against her. He straightened his back and gazed down at her. Her breasts were bared; her legs were wrapped around his hips; her lips were swollen from Cort’s kisses. A smile tugged at his mouth, and he looked up at Taz and Cort.

  “She is the right woman.”

  “Then we must go,” Taz stated.

  Cort nodded. “To the portal, then.”

  Evie fought the sensuous lethargy flooding through her. She’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life, with a stranger. Actually three strangers. And not one of them had penetrated her.

  Holy crap.

  Dane gently lowered her legs to the ground, and the men huddled closer, all of them wrapping their arms around her and holding her near. Supporting her. She felt surrounded, protected, enveloped, by a force she couldn’t name and didn’t understand. Each man raised his head, and suddenly there was a crack of thunder. She looked up, and gasped.

  The dark clouds overheard circled and swirled, as though an unseen deity twirled them with a forceful hand. In ever increasing circles, the clouds spread, until a dark hole appeared in the sky.

  Blinding light lanced down towards them, and Evie cried out in alarm as a roiling, twisting channel of light surrounded them, a cosmic tunnel of pink stars and comets that seemed to suck all four of them upwards.

  Chapter Four

  “Take me back, damn it!”

  Cort slammed the cabin door shut, and winced at the sound of the light crystals shattering against the other side.

  Their consort wasn’t taking her relocation well.

  He activated the lock, and strode down the corridor to the bridge of the ship, where Dane and Taz were checking the controls. He dumped the items he was carrying onto one of the counters and looked up. The view from the panoramic vid-screens showed stars and dark sky. Space.

  Cort didn’t like space.

  He preferred being at home, his feet on solid ground, surrounded by his people. All this travelling was wearing thin, but this journey would be different.

  They’d found her. Their consort.

  And they were bringing her home.

  He watched as Kalina and Kamala busied themselves at their controls. The unclothed pleasure droids had served their purpose well. But now there was someone else to play with. To make love with. Thoughts of the furious woman in the main cabin had his cock thickening like a torque shaft. He couldn’t wait to embed himself within her.

  As though sensing the carnal stirring within their officer’s body, both Kalina and Kamala turned to look at him, identical soft smiles lifting their lips. Their eyes were brown. Ordinary brown, not like his own, or anyone else’s back home on Valdahren, with their unique colour variations. He thought of Evie’s green eyes. He wondered if they would ever glimmer again. Time on Earth had taken the light out of them, but perhaps a little while spent on Valdahren would rectify that.

  Kalina and Kamala were both from the same droid factory, with golden-hued skin and a pearlescent finish that shone during climax. Attractive, but no match for the beautiful woman in the cabin with the long, dark hair, pale skin and ruby-tipped breasts. Gods, he wanted to fuck her.

  “How is our cons
ort?” Dane glanced up from his systems check.

  Cort grimaced. “She still needs a little time to adjust, apparently.”

  “You explained everything to her, though?” Taz left his navigation console to stand between them.

  Cort nodded. “Yes. At first she didn’t believe me. I had to open her vid-screen to show her what was outside the ship.” She’d looked stunned by the scenery, and perhaps a little sickened.

  Dane shook his head. “Marabella did nothing to prepare her for us.”

  “She died, Dane. There’s not many people who could transcend death just to groom and instruct our consort.”

  “But she knows nothing of us! She doesn’t know about the arrangement among our families, or what is expected of her.” There was just a hint of pain, of concern, in Dane’s eyes. Cort could understand. He’d heard stories of betrothed partners resisting the arrangement, and the fallout as a result, of broken promises, severed ties and allies becoming enemies. A rejection of their betrothal could send Valdahren into chaos.

  “She must accept us,” Taz stated, as though it was a given. “Our families made an arrangement. She must uphold her end.”

  “Her family is dead, Taz, remember? Murdered. That’s why Marabella escaped with her in the first place, so that the consort wouldn’t suffer the same fate. Evangeline can refuse, and there is nobody to enforce the betrothal.” Dane ran his hand through his dark hair, his frustration almost tangible.

  “I say we bind her to us, immediately,” Taz stated, lifting his hands to his hips.

  “She’ll accept us, if we give her time. You know it’s easier to catch a peafowl with honey than with a spear. This is the same thing,” Cort cautioned him.

  Taz was the impulsive one of their trio. He made decisions quickly, acted quickly, and wanted things done the day before. Patience wasn’t his strong suit—but ruthless focus was.

  Dane, on the other hand, had the strategic skills and determination that would set them in good stead when it came to ruling Valdahren. He was prepared to wait, when the reward was worth it. He could also analyse a situation quickly and thoroughly.

  Cort, though, had more of a rapport with people, with influence and persuasion, and a diplomacy he used to his advantage.

  “I’d like to catch her with my spear, right now. Gods, I’ve been as hard as a rock since we picked her up,” Taz muttered, rubbing himself through his trowse. They’d all changed out of their Earth clothes once aboard their spaceship, and wore the traditional Valdahrenian apparel they were more comfortable in. The dalabeast leggings were soft and supple, yet durable and breathable, a necessary requirement for their balmy planet. They were all warriors, used to the freedom of going shirtless. Shirts were worn either under battle armour or for ceremonial purposes only. It was nice not to be confined by the strange Earth garments.

  Dane checked his console. “We have approximately two weeks’ journey before we reach home. We must convince her to accept us before we land; otherwise Borjesson will attempt to assert his triumvirate.”

  “And Valdahren will have to endure the rule of a tyrant,” Taz said. “Eliassen and Gulbrandsen are too weak to stand up to him and assert themselves within the triumvirate.”

  Dane nodded. “And a weak triumvirate will ultimately weaken Valdahren. War will result, I know, within Valdahren, and without.” He turned to Cort, his eyes troubled. “Did you explain this to the consort?”

  Cort sighed. “Her name is Evie, Dane. And yes, I told her everything. Right before she threw me out and destroyed everything in the cabin that wasn’t bolted down and that I couldn’t grab on the way out.”

  Dane’s lips quirked. “I like a wench with spirit. I just wish she didn’t have quite so much of it.”

  “She will need it, to consort with us,” Taz said. “But she needs to accept us, and she needs to bond with us before we arrive on Valdahren, to eliminate any question of our rule.”

  Dane nodded. “Agreed.”

  “We have some time. We have two weeks to prepare her for the Valdahrenian court. Let us take it one step at a time,” Cort advised. “She’s been with us for a few hours, now. Let us prepare a meal for her; give her some time to rest, to process everything. Then we will try anew.”

  Taz nodded. “You’re right, Cort. I’ve been selfish. I haven’t really considered it from her position. I’ll prepare the meal for her, and make sure she knows she has nothing to fear from us, that we will not force her into anything against her will.”

  Taz strode from the room. Dane and Cort watched him leave, and then Dane turned back to Cort.

  “I didn’t expect Taz to agree, just like that,” he said, clicking his fingers.

  Cort shrugged. “Neither did I, but it’s nice to know I can talk some sense into him, once in a while.”

  Dane shifted in his seat. “I’m like Taz, though. Our cons—”he paused. “Evie,” he corrected himself—“must accept our bond before our return home. I don’t think I can wait long before we have her, though.”

  A flash of need coursed through Cort at the thought of taking Evie—in her pussy, in her mouth, in her ass—everywhere and anyhow. He beckoned the pleasure droids over. “Fortunately, I know a way to take the edge off,” he said, as he untied his trowse and let his hardening cock spring forth.

  Kalina smiled as she knelt at his feet and wrapped her hands around his cock. She flicked her tongue out, and Cort shuddered at the light, delicate contact. These droids were the best on the market, a necessity for any space journey, particularly with an all-male crew, as theirs was. As a triumvirate, they enjoyed sex with each other, but having a female pleasure droid around certainly relieved the strain of their sexual natures. Valdahrenians were a highly sexed race, and regular bouts of sex were a necessity, like food. Without sex, they became aggravated, confrontational, and reckless—a combination that ultimately resulted in death, somehow. Sex soothed them, fed them, and some time with Kalina and Kamala would give them the energy and patience to court their consort.

  Kalina leaned over and wrapped her lips around his cock. Cort hissed as the wet warmth enveloped him. Dane watched him for a moment, before nodding.

  “You’re right.” He gestured to Kamala, who obediently rose and approached him, her small breasts bobbing with each step. He unlaced his trowse, and when Kamala was within reach he pulled her onto his lap, shoving his cock into her ever-ready channel.

  Chapter Five

  “Get out!” Evie yelled at the one called Taz Dorren-something-or-other. He stood just inside the doorway, tall, golden and wary, holding some sort of tray in his hand. She looked around for something to throw. Damn it. The one named Cort had already removed as many items as he could in a quick dodge before he’d left last time. She’d broken the weird little light rocks. The cabin was now bathed in a soft, weak light from the remaining shards. Most of the furniture was bolted down. The only thing she could get her hands on were the pillows that rested on the massive platform that she could only guess was supposed to be some sort of bed. Either that or a massive soft-fall sparring mat.

  He held up a placatory hand. “Wait—” he began.

  “I want out of here, now! I want to go back home!” They were in space, for Pete’s sake. She was still finding it hard to adjust to the cockamamie story Cort had told her, about some sort of special relationship expected among all of them. Three guys! Puh-leeze. She had a hard enough time keeping one man happy, but three! She ignored the little frisson of arousal that sparked deep inside her pussy at the thought. She’d often had a fantasy of having more than one man at a time, but, for crying out loud—that’s why they were fantasies! Not expected to happen in real life.

  She picked up a pillow and threw it. Not surprisingly, Taz dodged it easily. “Take me back home!” The hardest thing to accept was the space. She would have thought Cort was a prime candidate for the loony bin with his far-fetched story—if it hadn’t been for the group hug transport experience, and the stars floating outside her window, or the w
eird-ass technology on this spaceship. It had taken her two hours to figure out that what she’d initially thought was an escape hatch was actually the bathroom. She still wasn’t sure if she’d used it properly.

  “We are taking you home, Evie.”

  “I mean my home, not Valda, Valhalla, whatever!” Evie cast about for something else to throw, and then ended up pulling a shoe off and hurling it at the giant at the door.

  Two dark shadows loomed behind Taz. “What is going on?” Dane inquired in his deep voice. Just remembering the feel of his cock nestled between her thighs in the dark alley was enough to tighten her nipples. She’d managed to tie her torn blouse together, an attempt at modesty, but, when Taz’s eyes dropped to her chest, she realised he could see her arousal.

  Taz lifted the tray. “I brought you something to eat and drink.”

  Evie snorted. “Right. Is this your lame attempt at drugging me? No, thanks.”

  Dane shouldered his way past Taz, farther into the room, and Cort followed.

  “You need sustenance, woman. You need to keep your strength up. We would not drug or poison our consort.”

  Taz frowned as he glanced briefly at the tray. “Of course not.” His green eyes flared with golden sparks. “You’ve been in here for hours. Surely you’re hungry?”

  She opened her mouth to deny the suggestion, only her tummy rumbled loud enough to prove his point. Dane sighed and turned to the tray Taz held.

  “Taz brings you some sample sweetmeats from our land, and some zalas jus.”

  Yeah, and they’d kidnapped her, and she wouldn’t put it past them to drug her. Evie took off her other shoe, and hefted it meaningfully in her hand. There were three of them, all bigger than the average NBA star, and only one of her, but by golly she’d put up a fight if necessary.

  “You seriously expect me to trust you?” she asked with an all-too-sweet smile.

  “Look, I’ll show you,” Dane told her, and raised the drinking glass to his lips and took a big swig of the blue nectar.