Defiler

by Cari Silverwood

  Worried, Talia kept an eye on Brask. He’d gone red and looked as if he was torn between breathing and thinking. Dassenze had demolished their logic by driving around it.

  “Lord,” she cut in, deciding to start out diplomatically. She took a breath. “That is bullshit and you know it. It’s clear you expected us witches to save your asses, the universe, and...and everything. It’s what you’ve aimed at since I met you. You can’t change that now. Have faith in yourself.”

  She screwed her hand onto the hilt, hanging on for dear life as he stood and walked to her, glowering like a thunderstorm looking for a convenient person to hit with lightning.

  Ack. Had she just been arguing with a man-god so as to get him to fuck her? Oh the dichotomy. She had her reasons, like he was sexy as fuck and she was dead sure she’d enjoy it, even though, with him doing his storm impression, it made her blush hot and want to run away and hide.

  Plus the world needed saving.

  Keep going, she reminded herself.

  “I don’t intend to be dismissed just because you don’t have the guts to do what you need to do because of some petty rule you have about keeping yourself pure and above the mess. Not linking to me because the queen might somehow take advantage of you? Hah! This situation can’t get any worse, but it can get better. You’re –”

  The next millisecond Brask was behind her with his big hand over her mouth and her words were coming out muffled. She thought about biting but he wrenched her into his body and spoke above her head.

  Since Dassenze was still glowering, she scowled back.

  “Sorry, Lord. She’s presumptuous and completely disrespectful.”

  “Yes.”

  “And absolutely correct, even if she said it badly.”

  Oh my. That made her smile. Brask had balls of steel. She’d bet he’d never talked back to his god before.

  “You are not correct. I was not correct in the past. This factory queen has more resources than we do. All I will do by letting the witches come with us is to ensure their deaths.”

  “Not if they’re the best they can be. Willow seems tough, fast, and she’s able to kill those nerve chewers. That’s a big plus. Brittany is perfect. Ally...I don’t know about her, but Talia is what we’re discussing.”

  It was who, surely, not what? She wasn’t an object. She coughed and licked his hand to remind him to let go but he kept talking.

  “I cannot win by taking them. They stay.”

  “Lord, respectfully.”

  Oh my, he was saying that in a strained voice through clenched teeth. Talia rolled her eyes and tried to duck out of his hand. No such luck. If she drooled enough he’d get the idea, surely?

  “Yes?” Dassenze looked unimpressed. Steam might come out his ears soon.

  “We don’t know how powerful Talia will be if you don’t bond mate. Lord.”

  “I’m not her bond mate, therefore your argument is invalid. My attraction is what any male might have to a female.”

  Even Brask’s hand over her mouth was tensing. Was the temperature in this room rising? She kicked backward and hit one of his ankles but still he ignored her.

  “You’re not? Pardon my wording, Lord, but to borrow her expression. Bullshit. The attraction was so solid when you had her on our bed I was worried the sheets would catch fire.”

  Which only reminded her again of that night. The two of these lust-worthy males were fighting over her. It was inspiring, inspiring mostly to her lady bits. With Brask holding her still, things were happening that were out of her control. Anger might not get her off normally, but these two were like stags in breeding season. It was awesome. She could feel her nipples standing up like beacons

  “You overstep your boundaries, Brask,” Dassenze ground out. “Get on your knees and beg forgiveness.”

  All she heard for several seconds was Brask’s harsh breathing. All she saw was Dassenze’s metal-bright eyes aimed above her.

  “Sorry, Lord. I beg forgiveness, but...”

  He was caving. Her heart sank and her mouth turned down.

  “You say you’re not attracted as a bond mate would be. Prove it.”

  Brask spun her around, shoved her to her knees and wedged her neck between his legs. Her sword clattered on the floor and the hilt dug into her ribs.

  “Stay there.”

  This was too much. “Wait! Wait. Brask.” She pushed urgently at his legs only to have her hands gripped and held together at the small of her back.

  Then he ripped down her shorts and panties, sending the button flying and possibly wrecking the zip, and scooped her lower torso upwards so her ass was presented to Dassenze like some fucking breeding animal. This was not in the contract.

  “Damn you, Brask! Let me go.”

  He dropped her the few inches to her knees and slapped her ass, once. “Quiet. You know this is for the best.”

  Ugh. No, she did not. But after a second, she subsided, wondering which of them were looking at her butt. Both of them. Fuck, she knew this to be true. Both were looking.

  The moments ticked past. Her ass felt on fire from that one hard swat. She shivered. This was crazy. Either Dassenze was about to kill Brask, or she was going to combust from lust. Embarrassingly she could feel her pussy reacting to this attention, the tingling, and the sensation of her lips engorging. A hint of moisture escaped her entrance.

  Kill me now. Not the best thought when a battle was imminent but human nature said this was damn embarrassing as well as hot.

  “Oh, Brask.” Dassenze sounded exasperated and at a loss. “Let her go. Let me talk to you a while. We have hours of daylight yet.”

  She heard the shifting sounds that said he was coming closer and Brask released her head. When she turned to see what Dassenze was doing, she found him lying down beside her.

  “Lie down, Brask. And you, come here.” He hauled her in closer and encouraged her to turn onto her back. Brask obeyed and lay on her other side. Then, in the most stunning moment of the day, bar none, Dassenze kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. I did lie. I thought it best, but I see I need to tell you both what lies beneath my decisions.”

  She’d never been like this with him, with both of them, simply talking, enjoying their company. When Brask put his hand on her waist, she swore she was in heaven. Her shorts were still around her knees but that only made her shiver at the possibilities. Maybe nothing was going to happen, but she could dream. The floor was gritty. It would have to have been covered in nails to bother her.

  “Keep talking,” she murmured, staring straight into Dassenze’s golden eyes. “I don’t care about the universe right now, I just want to hear your voice. Feel both of you with me. You have to know how right this is?” She sought out and clasped Brask’s hand.

  “I do know how right it is. It’s what you don’t know that is the problem. You’re so lucky.” He glanced over at Brask. “My envy was partly what was making me angry. Let me think where to begin.” He gripped her other hand.

  “You might think my concern over the factory queen gaining control of me through Talia is exaggerated, but you don’t know the stakes. There is a place in the universe that the humans have discovered recently. They call it the supervoid. It’s a blank space, a hole, in your heavens, Talia, that’s one point eight billion light years across. You haven’t figured out the cause. That hole is where an Ascend died while doing something we don’t understand. We don’t know how it happened.

  “If something went wrong, not just this planet would be at stake, this galaxy in its entirety might be obliterated.”

  “Oh.” Talk about a convincing argument. What could you say to that?

  Brask groaned. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

  Dassenze shook his head. “It’s nothing. You couldn’t have known. Next time I’ll castrate you.”

  “I’d deserve it.”

  “Perhaps.”

  The small twitch of his lips made her decide Dassenze was taunting Brask. “Good to see you have a sense
of humor after all. I was beginning to think you were the heartless fool you were playing at.”

  “May I, Lord?” Brask asked over her head.

  “Of course.”

  She squealed as Brask tipped her onto her stomach, held her down with a hand on her back, and spanked her twice.

  “Ow.” She pouted and dared to sneak her hand down to cover her butt. “That was –”

  “Necessary,” Dassenze filled in with. He poked the tip of her nose then glanced down the length of her body. “Stay like that. Even if I can’t mate with you, I like looking at you half naked.” Then he winked.

  “Agreed,” Brask interjected in his sexy, low voice, a second before he kissed her ear. “Don’t move those shorts.”

  Well then. She smiled at both of them and rested her chin on her forearm. Brask getting all domineering with her butt was worth it. The thought came to her: maybe there were other ways with Dassenze than full-on, insert cock A into pussy B style mating? With both of them so close it was difficult to concentrate on anything but sex. Dassenze must have the steely control of a robot, unless women got this bondmating urge worse.

  “Okay.” Dassenze rumbled onward. “I’m telling you a lot more than you may know. There is some sort of force, call it magic if you like, that the queen is using to make her creatures, and I believe it’s the same one you witches use. I call it earth magic. My theory was that your planet, Talia, has brought you witches together. If it has, it’s done a flawed job. I was honest. I don’t think you can help me win. I don’t care what protests you make, either of you. Brask is staying in that vault with you.”

  “Frack. You want me to abandon my soldier brothers. That’s...” He paused and she looked over to see the agony on his face.

  “Abandon is the wrong word. I need someone with the females with battle skills, and Steve will be of little use in a fight. You’re to stay with them because you would possibly hinder us. We’ll be moving fast. Do not argue this. Since I’m leaving you both with Willow, you need to also know that she’s in some sort of symbiotic relationship with a dark matter creature. Human word there meaning a mutually beneficial relationship. They’re well feared. It’s said they can attack ships in flight, in midspace.”

  “A what the hell?” She raised her head and turned to Dassenze. “I think I’ve heard of dark matter. Isn’t most of the unseen part of the universe supposed to be made up of dark matter?”

  “Yes, but this is dark matter that’s become a living thing. Willow is the superior creature, as it stands right now. That may not be forever.”

  “What do we do if she changes for the worse?” This might take some more thinking.

  “Run. I could kill it but it’s so woven into her cells that it would kill her too.”

  “We can’t be in a bank vault with her.”

  “That’s correct. She will have to stay outside. We’ll make it so the lock can be released from inside and Brask can communicate with me.”

  How would they get Ally to agree to that? It didn’t seem right even if it was sensible. Locking any of them away as if they were useless wasn’t right either.

  “Is that all the bad news?” Brask shrugged and patted her bottom. “There are other things we could be doing in this last hour of rest.”

  Now that sounded interesting, especially when his fingers settled over the divide of her ass then one sank right into the middle between her thighs, slipping along, back and forth.

  “Brask,” she whispered.

  “Hmm?”

  She glanced at Dassenze and discovered a look of either pain or concentration on his face.

  “You know,” she suggested. “There are other ways to have a sexual experience that don’t have to involve mating.” Please, please, please, say yes.

  He fixed her with those pretty eyes. “I can’t penetrate you. Exchanging body fluids is probably what begins the bondmating, though you humans seem a little different. You accelerate the process.”

  “We do?” Penetrate. Omigod, he had to say that.

  “You do.” Then he leaned in and she knew he was going to kiss her, which only made those few seconds seem to take a millennium. His lips touched hers, the smaller scales of his skin there felt smooth yet soft and the warmth of that kiss spread like honey – languidly pouring into all those secret places only a man could truly stimulate. Groaning into his mouth happened while she was thinking about where his tongue was going, because he’d thrust it into her mouth just as Brask resumed massaging between her legs.

  “Hey,” she said thickly. “Where is this headed?” She managed to meet Dassenze’s eyes while he gave her another light kiss. “I mean, no penetration?”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Doesn’t apply to me.”

  She heard Brask stand and slip off his tights. He kneeled between her legs and made her spread them wide.

  “You –” She huffed and lost her next words as Brask’s cock touched her, then he poked at her once before beginning to slide into her entrance slow and steady, with a few back and forward wriggles as if to tease her. “Oh fuck.” She collapsed onto her forearm, trying to think. “Dassenze, what about if you’re in my mouth? Does oral mean bad things will happen?”

  “Bad?” It sounded like that word had strangled him. “No, I assure you, not bad.”

  “I’d like to vote for that happening. So we need her up higher?” Then, as if she were a doll he was arranging, Brask took her by the waist and hoisted her onto hands and knees, all without removing his cock. She contracted down onto him, her eyes shutting and staying shut as she processed what it all felt like. If only Dassenze would...

  She heard him stand.

  “Too convenient.”

  He grunted and she looked up in time to see the scales over much of his body melt or fold away or do some other highly impossible technical thing that made them disappear. And his cocks were there before her, erect and impressive, but he stood a foot too high for them to meet her mouth. She’d never been keen on oral but the sight of these made her want to beg.

  While she studied them, she rested her tongue tip on her upper lip. One cock was above the other, and both were more than large enough to keep her happy.

  The design made it obvious what he might do with them.

  She’d theoretically known, but still, when in front of her... Pussy and asshole, both at once. She swallowed, imagining that.

  Maybe she was lucky he couldn’t mate with her...and maybe not. Though her mind was cringing, her body was screaming yes in red, bolded capitals.

  He strode away, leaving her disappointed he’d changed his mind, but then Brask jammed himself into her pussy, to the very end, which both made her hurt from the sudden stretching and groan from pleasure. She felt herself squirt a little wetness around his cock.

  “Oh frack, yes.” He withdrew and did it all again, over and over, with added force, while keeping her in place on her knees.

  “Slower,” she choked out, whimpering, until her plea had him putting his fingers over her clit and playing there as he thrust in and out. That...helped. She bowed her head to better absorb what he did to her. More thrusts and more gasps came from her, until heavy crunching footsteps said Dassenze had returned.

  “Here. This. Lift her.”

  The two of them picked her up, their four hands positioning her with ease. Her weight and her squeaks of surprise seemed insignificant to these males and they deposited her on some square, padded footrest. Again Brask hadn’t bothered extracting his cock. The white upholstery gave under her hands and knees but all she could concentrate on was them treating her like something to be carted about when she was trembling and partway to climax. As she stared blankly at the whiteness under her splayed fingers, her mouth remained open. She squirmed back an inch, hoping for more of Brask since he was only a few inches inside. Her pussy pulsed around him, tight, needy.

  “More?” The whine in her whisper was not her, but she couldn’t help herself. “Please?”

  “Fuck, sh
e’s calling me.” He laughed and pulled his cock out instead of in.

  She groaned. Bastard. But he anchored her in place by holding her hips.

  “Right height, Lord?”

  “Yes. She is.” Dassenze was clearly amused. “Cock height. Now.” He lifted her head with his hand wrapped under her chin. “Much better, little earth bitch. Open.” He smiled as he introduced his higher cock to her lips. As he fed in the one he’d decided needed her mouth, the other cock, though erect, glided beneath her chin. “Think you can take it all the way?”

  Cross-eyed, gagged by his cock stretching her jaw, she assessed his length then shook her head as much as she could.

  For a few seconds, he studied her, with her mouth full of cock, as if the sight fascinated him.

  He smiled again, a hard smile with no hint of joy. “Denied. You can run on ceilings and up trolls. You can take all of me. Concentrate. Fail and I’ll allow Brask to fuck your ass while I hold you in place.”

  Oh frick. That conjured a picture so hot she almost wanted it to happen and she didn’t know if she’d even like anal. Confused, she stared back at him.

  “Good,” he said, as if in her stunned expression he’d read a yes.

  “Done messing with her head?” Brask smacked her butt once then tightened his hold on her hips.

  As if in answer, Dassenze began fucking her mouth in earnest. He went almost to her limits until her eyes were watering, then withdrew a little, then went in to the limit and past it, out a bit, then even farther in.

  The advance of their two cocks must have been deliberately timed as most thrusts were as deep as they could be into her, at the exact same moment. Overwhelming. Completely overwhelming. The sensation of fullness and possession was enough to make her gasp and whimper around Dassenze’s cock, sometimes when he was deep, sometimes when barely an inch past her lips.

  “Look at me, Talia.”

  Her eyelids fluttered as she tried.

  He groaned and stared greedily down at her then jammed his cock in rougher than before, making her choke and drool. He held it there while Brask pumped in and out, slow at first and then smacking in harder and faster when his cock was almost at the end of her tunnel. The jarring thuds cranked up her arousal. Her climax was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not.