by Ivy Barrett
He opened the front of his pants and freed his cock, stroking the aching length as he stared at her pussy. The light flogging left her flushed and likely sensitive, but moisture gleamed on her folds and inner thighs. “You have permission to come. I want to feel you ripple around my cock.”
It was the only warning he gave her before thrusting his entire length into her wet core. Her inner muscles obediently opened, but remained snug and hot. She wasn’t as wet as he’d hoped and a cry tore from her throat. He hadn’t really hurt her. He would have sensed physical pain. She felt invaded, dominated, in a word used. And she was struggling with the loss of control.
He smiled, thrilled by her reaction. As long as she didn’t shut down, they could work through this together. He activated the clit ring and kept his strokes long and slow while the rhythmic pulsing rebuilt her arousal. She groaned and wiggled, unable to remain still while the ring commanded her desire. Soon a fresh rush of liquid eased his way, allowing his thick cock to slide easily in and out of her helpless body. He turned off the ring and fucked her harder, giving her his entire length with each hard thrust. She trembled and moaned, but fought against the pleasure. She didn’t want to enjoy this, wanted to remain defiant. Anger made her feel safe, so she clung to the emotion like a lifeline.
“Let go, sweet slave.” His telepathic command activated the clit ring, creating strong rhythmic pressure like two determined lips.
She cried out and shuddered, but couldn’t avoid either the phantom sucking or his ramming cock.
“Come now!” Her pussy clamped down on his shaft and her entire body arched, driving him even deeper into her spasming passage. He moaned and she sobbed, clawing the bed as violent tremors racked her slender form. “Good girl. Now do it again, and again.”
He left the clit ring pulsing and fucked her fast and hard. She lifted her hips, no longer pretending to resist. She needed this, craved it every bit as much as he did. He could feel her euphoria and the flicker of hope she was afraid to acknowledge. The harder he pounded into her, the higher she flew. He grasped the front of her thighs, holding her at exactly the angle he needed to hit all her pleasure points with each demanding thrust.
Soon another orgasm burst inside her, and then another. He opened his mind and drew her in, saturating his fatigued cells with her pleasure-infused energy. She tasted like rich, rare wine. He tried to savor the exchange, but the intoxicating rush was addictive. Soon his head spun and tingling bliss threatened to pull him under completely.
Driving into her hard one last time, he cried out and emptied his balls into his mate. Pleasure pulsed through his groin and hot sensations streaked up his spine then branched out across the back of his head. Forceful jets of seed coated her internal walls, staking his claim on her sweet pussy. But that wasn’t good enough. He wanted all of her reeking of him. He pulled out and watched his seed trickle out of her well-fucked hole. Not willing to waste even a drop of his essence, he scooped up the excess and worked the milky fluid upward as he pulled the trainer out. He coated her pucker with cum, pushing as much of it inside as he could, then he reinserted the trainer. That would do for now. Soon that dark hole too would be brimming with his cum.
The possessive thought had his cock hard a few minutes later. He freed her hands from the bed, but not from the restraints, then pulled her up and turned her around. She sat on the edge of the bed looking dazed and conflicted. The pleasure had yet to fade and already she was prickly again.
He brushed her hair off her face, tucking a shiny red strand behind her ear. “Are you all right?”
Her brilliant blue gaze locked with his. “That didn’t seem to be an issue a few minutes ago.”
It was a struggle to maintain his grim expression, but he managed. He’d felt her orgasm repeatedly, so he didn’t quite understand her anger. Humans could be incredibly stubborn. Rather than arguing with her, he asked, “How many times did they fuck you last night?”
“Why is that important?” she snapped, sounding belligerent all over again.
He activated all three rings with painful pressure.
She cried out, twisting and rubbing at her breasts.
“Do not dislodge them or I’ll make them shock you. That hurts much worse than this.”
She stilled, balling her fists and glaring at him.
He backed off the pain to an irritating prickle. “Answer the question.”
“They each came twice. Once in my pussy and once in my mouth.”
“Was that so difficult?” He deactivated the rings.
She blushed and averted her gaze. “But they also had me stroke them at the same time so they could come on my breasts.”
It was going to be a long afternoon, though wonderfully decadent. “And then?”
Her blush grew brighter with each admission. “They came on my ass and pushed it inside with their fingers. Then they used a vibrator to make me come.”
“Was that all?” He was starting to resent their indulgence. Had they not cared at all that he was not there to share in her first night of pleasure?
She shook her head, still not looking at him. “I thought we were done, but we all got carried away again in the shower. It’s hard to stop once things get started.”
“Did their cum touch you that time or was it washed away by the water?”
“Washed away.”
“I see.” He touched her face, drawing her gaze back to him. “I have to match what they did before either of them can fuck you again. If I don’t... catch up, our bonding will be uneven.”
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “I haven’t agreed to bond with you.”
“I’m aware. But I also know that none of the other pods interest you. The choice is actually stay here with us, become part of our lives, enjoy our protection and attention, or return to an empty, depressing existence on a ruined Earth. That doesn’t seem like a hard decision to me.”
She ignored his comment, digressing instead. “You need to come on my breasts, my butt, and in my mouth to ‘catch up’ with them. And we have to do all this before they return?”
“Actually, I took care of your lovely rear end earlier, and that is also where we’ll begin tonight. So I only need to anoint your breasts and mouth before dinner.”
Something about the conversation made her laugh. “I’ll never get used to this. You three talk about sex like most people talk about the weather.” She rubbed her wrists and rolled her shoulders, then took a deep breath and met his gaze. “Which do you want first? I’d like to take a long hot shower before we dine. With your permission, of course.”
His gaze narrowed at the slight mockery in her tone, but she’d really said nothing wrong. Still, he fisted the back of her hair and drew her off the bed, guiding her to her knees. “Open that sassy mouth, sweet slave and suck your master’s cock.”
* * *
Erin stood beneath the shower’s warm spray a few hours later. Azra had taken his time with her, arousing her over and over before finally coming in her mouth and on her breasts. He enjoyed watching her need build while she wondered if he’d allow her to climax or make her wait. More often than not it was the latter. He wanted her so desperate that she’d say anything, do anything, before he finally let her orgasm. Her body ached and her emotions felt raw. Azra was by far the hardest of her three suitors to deal with. He was cold and cruel, yet exciting and mysterious. She couldn’t even explain why he appealed to her so much. He seemed to feed some dark element of her personality she’d never recognized before. Yet somehow he’d known it was there, waiting to be awakened.
She shampooed her hair and lathered her body, determined to relax and untangle her thoughts. Her hours with Azra left her feeling uncertain and confused. Her attraction to the other two was easier to understand. Their attitudes and actions were closer to human expectations of how a life partner should behave. Oseth was funny and patient, he made love to her rather than merely fucking. Urrya was more aggressive, but he was dominant without being overb
earing. He started out gently, yet ended up fucking her fast and hard. Yet through it all, he made her feel safe and special. And then there was Azra. Just the memory of her time with him was upsetting. What he did to her was part punishment, part emotional manipulation, and part animal fucking. He controlled her, dominated her, owned her body and soul. No matter how adamantly she denied it, Azra mastered her. And she loved every excruciating minute of everything he did. The more he hurt her, the harder she came. And the guiltier she felt when it was over.
The worst part was, she was pretty sure the other two were holding back. She suspected both Oseth and Urrya could be just as demanding as Azra. Is that what she really wanted, to be enslaved by three demanding aliens? A shiver dropped down her spine, making her limbs weaken and her pussy ache. She refused to analyze the possible causes for her body’s odd reaction. Instead, she turned off the water and grabbed the towel she’d laid out earlier.
She quickly dried off with mechanical efficiency, carefully avoiding the stimulator rings still attached to strategic body parts. Azra refused to explain when and why they would be used again, but he wouldn’t let her remove them. All she knew was his insistence meant trouble for her.
By the time she dressed in another wraparound dress and braided her hair, all three males had gathered around the kitchen table. Oseth saw her first and jumped to his feet so he could pull out her chair.
She greeted each, trying not to let her anxiety show. “So what took you guys so long?” She looked from Oseth to Urrya and back. “I was horribly worried about you.”
Oseth kissed her hand before he seated her at one end of the oblong table. “The locals ran us out of Instrimn, so we had to fly all the way to Tardosil. We told Azra what was going on. Didn’t he explain it to you?” Oseth whipped his head around toward Azra. “What gives?”
Azra’s only reply was a one-shouldered shrug as he slowly sipped his wine.
“He told me there was nothing we could do to assist you,” Erin explained. “But he wasn’t very talkative.”
“He never is.” Urrya motioned toward the food arranged in the middle of the table. “Can we eat? I’m starving.”
They briefly reviewed what had happened in Instrimn as they passed around the serving dishes. Erin was sad to hear prejudice and intolerance existed on other planets. They had warned her that Tavorians were xenophobic. Still it seemed ridiculous to think a society that had mastered interdimensional travel wouldn’t evolve beyond such pettiness.
Oseth passed her the last dish and she put a small amount on her plate. She’d gotten used to eating things she didn’t recognize during her stay at Protectorate Headquarters. She’d sampled many Ventori dishes, even learned to like a few, but these three also accessed Celestian, Partonese, and Tavorian cuisine. It would take months, perhaps years, to work through all the variations. And she wasn’t sure she’d stay here that long. If it were just Oseth and Urrya, the decision would be easier. As Azra pointed out, returning to Earth held little appeal. She wasn’t sure she wanted, or was capable of, submitting on the level Azra demanded. He literally wanted a slave, and she thought slavery for any reason was evil.
But was it truly slavery if surrender was offered willingly?
As if hearing her troubled thoughts, Oseth asked, “How did you two pass the afternoon?”
“You know damn well what we were doing,” Azra snarled. His mood had been particularly dark since he allowed her to shower. “What’s happening on Earth?” he asked Urrya. “We’ve barely spoken since you returned.”
“You had Erin to yourself all afternoon,” Urrya replied. “Why are you in such a shitty mood?”
Azra shoved his plate aside, though he’d barely touched his food. “I have this feeling. Something is wrong, really wrong. I can’t explain it, but I can’t shake it either. It’s driving me crazy.”
Urrya and Oseth exchanged worried looks, and their concern frightened Erin. Could Azra see into the future? She had no idea the true scope of his abilities.
“Do you need to meditate?” Urrya asked.
“I just came out of a fifteen-hour trance. The answers are simply not there yet.” He blew out a ragged sigh and pushed his fingers through his hair. “Answer my question. I need a distraction.”
Urrya obliged in between bites of food. “Kellan Styre discovered a spy aboard his ship and the fool gave up the name of his contact. Bron believes this Yashonty is the new rebel leader. His name is Ramnyth Dulvet. Does that mean anything to you?”
Azra shook his head. “I know of the Yashonty, but I’ve never interacted with any of them.”
“They’re radical zealots,” Oseth told him with a shudder. “They don’t take prisoners or leave witnesses. If you see them coming, it’s best to get out of their way. Fortunately for us, their current obsession is the Skarilians.”
“The Skarilians have destroyed countless worlds,” Erin pointed out. “Why should we care if these Yashonty wipe them out?”
“Civilized beings do not tolerate genocide. Ever,” Azra said firmly, surprising Erin.
“I’m not sure I agree,” she persisted. “Sometimes evil is just evil and needs to be obliterated.”
Azra didn’t back down either. “You know how ruthless they are. Who’s to say their ships aren’t filled with slaves who have no choice but to fight? We actually know very little about the Skarilians.”
His logic was sound, yet it seemed odd coming from Azra. Why did he still care about what was going on in Earth space anyway? The Protectorate had banished him. The simplest answer was often the most accurate. His podmates were involved. Likely, it wasn’t any more complicated than that.
“Enough about the conflicts on Earth.” Urrya paused for a long drink of wine before saying, “We have to take you back to Earth tomorrow. However, Bron didn’t specify a time, so I’d like to spend the day—”
“I’ll bring Kyla here. Erin isn’t going anywhere.” The finality in Azra’s voice sent a chill down Erin’s spine.
Urrya took a deep breath before turning his attention on Azra. “That’s not what I agreed to. I gave my word that—”
“I don’t care. Her departure was not yours to approve. Erin will be my guest until the courting period has expired. By her count that gives us sixteen more days to prove our worth.”
“Sixteen?” Oseth’s brows drew together as he shook his head. “She’s only been awake two full days. That should leave us twenty-eight.”
“She’s starting the count when she first arrived.” Azra glanced at her then continued in the same laconic tone. “Apparently, our potential mate is in a hurry to be rid of us.”
“She’s in a hurry to be rid of you,” Oseth accused, resentment flashing in his vivid green eyes. “You’re scaring the hells out of her and you know it.”
The hostile retort would have been much less surprising coming from Urrya. Erin had never seen Oseth angry before. “Kyla just wants to see for herself that I’m all right. I doubt it will matter where we meet.”
Clearly surprised by her defense, Urrya and Oseth looked at her.
Azra broke the tense pause. “Will you also reconsider the sixteen days? I would appreciate more time to get to know you.”
That was the last thing she’d expected him to say. He seemed sincere, but she couldn’t forget the hours she’d spent at his mercy. “I’ll decide on day sixteen.”
Azra pressed back into his chair and raised his wineglass toward her. “Well played, my darling slave. I look forward to the challenge.”
He wouldn’t bend, even a little. His persistent use of a title she despised was proof enough of that. She met his gaze and expressed her disappointment and frustration in the only way that wouldn’t land her over his lap.
“Why do you have to be such a hard-ass? She’s doing the best she can.”
Oseth’s question so closely mirrored her thoughts that Erin smiled.
“She would be disappointed with any other approach. She already has a loyal puppy and a guardian ang
el. All she lacks in a benevolent master. I intend to give that to her.”
“Then demonstrate your godsdamn benevolence once in a while,” Urrya growled out the suggestion, nearly as agitated as Oseth.
Erin just sat back and watched, fascinated by the dynamics and the urgency driving each exchange.
Azra set down his glass and shrugged. “Be more specific. How shall I demonstrate my benevolence?”
Pausing for a moment, Urrya seemed to search for the perfect response. “Ask her what she really wants and give it to her.”
A wicked chuckle was his only reply for a moment, then he said, “That’s what I did all afternoon.”
Not willing to squander the opportunity, Erin said, “You kept calling me neralla. I want to know what it means.”
One corner of his mouth tipped up and amusement gleamed in his eyes. “You’re not ready to know. Ask something else.”
“Why did Chancellor Savator banish you from Earth?” She was curious about the incident, but mostly she just wanted to see if he’d open up about something that clearly bothered him. It was as close to a compromise as she would likely get with him, and she desperately needed some sign of true emotion.
Azra glared at Urrya, but his features smoothed as he turned back to her. “While I was employed by the Protectorate, I—”
“Can we start there?” she asked with a cautious smile. “Urrya and Oseth are soldiers. What did you do for the Protectorate? For that matter, how do you make your living now? I know practically nothing about you.”
“You know the shape of my cock and the taste of my cum. Nothing else matters.”
Azra suddenly jerked and growled as if someone had... kicked him under the table?
Urrya glared, confirming her suspicions with his angry response. “Stop being such an asshole. This is serious. You might be able to mate with any female who’d have you, but we are not.” He put enough emphasis on “who’d have you” to make it sound insulting.
Azra tensed, but said nothing to Urrya. Instead he turned back to Erin. “My occupation has no specific name. I barter various psychic services for a wide variety of commodities. Many simply pay me, but some transactions are more creative.”
