Defiler

by Cari Silverwood

  “Let go, please. I need to wipe my eyes.”

  “Never mind that. Crying is good for you.” Brask stood and cuddled her close then Dassenze moved in on her too.

  “True. It just makes us want to lick them off your face.”

  “Silly.” She snorted and buried her face in Brask’s shoulder, wiping her face on his shirt. “There. Done.”

  He broke into a lopsided smile and only hugged her some more. “I don’t mind. Anytime you need me as a sponge thing for your tears, I’ll be here.”

  “A sponge thing?” She giggled this time. “Mmm. Thank you.”

  “Myself also,” Dassenze added, bowing his head slightly. “Especially when it’s because we’ve spanked your little ass for mocking us.”

  “But, my Lord!” she said, amused. “I saved the universe. Aren’t you going to worship me? I was thinking of getting you to kneel and hand me towels after I shower...” Both of them were glowering at her but she couldn’t resist powering on and testing their limits. “You can serve me in oh so many –”

  At that Brask silenced her with his hand over her mouth. When she stopped talking, he slid his hand aside and kissed her.

  Laughing a little, Dassenze bent to her ear. His words were low, menacing, and wickedly sensual, despite his initial amusement. “Perhaps we can get you to cry after we fuck you against every wall in every possible way, including upside down with your feet tied to the ceiling. How many times will you come before you whimper stop. Hmmm?”

  Replying was impossible with Brask’s tongue in her mouth.

  The others might be watching this display but when Dassenze bit her neck, hard, and hung on to the count of five, she couldn’t help letting out a series of gasps that ended in a squeak. Luckily, it was mostly muffled by Brask’s mouth.

  Then Dassenze released her neck...only to bite her again, lower down, and hang on, again. The pain rolled through her closely followed by the rippling shock of pleasure. Her eyes rolled up and her knees threatened to collapse. Only their hands on her kept her upright.

  Brask pulled away, smirking at her when she wobbled and grasped at his shirt for support. The muscles under her fingers reminded her of how powerful both of them were. More than strong enough to hold her down and do anything they liked. His eyes flared hot as he examined her.

  After the kisses and biting she was panting. It made the night hang quivering in the balance. She’d poked her god and her Igraak and provoked a storm of lust.

  “I like this idea, Lord. We should do this soon,” Brask said, slowly swiping his finger along the seam of her mouth.

  “Let me check our pet to see if we have her suitably aroused and receptive.” Dassenze wound her hair slowly about his hand until he’d gathered it all in his fist at her nape. He made her neck curve back and then he looked straight down into her eyes.

  She licked her lips, waiting for his answer. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t conceal her trembling.

  “Yes, we should do this soon. Very, very soon.”

  If the universe needed saving again today, she was going to be otherwise occupied.

  Chapter 31

  There she was, Talia, silhouetted against the big, circular viewing window. The deep space view with a green-and-blue Earth centered and revolving slowly was all artifice and technology. This ship was a good twenty light years away from her home planet. With his feet barely making a sound on the rug, Dassenze walked to Talia with Brask coming up at his shoulder. The Igrakk knew this had to be done.

  Her hair had grown long since he’d first met her and the red was vibrant and beautiful spreading across the ivory of her dress. Against the backdrop of space, she seemed ever so small.

  He had to do this.

  “Pining for home, my princess?”

  She turned and smiled, resting her blue eyes on him. That fleeting connection made him know again, for the hundredth time, how lucky he was to have her as his bond mate.

  “A little.”

  “I’m sorry.” He slid onto the bench seat next to her and Brask stepped over the other end of the seat to sit there. He glanced at the man, reassured by his nod. Funny how he’d come to depend on Brask to back him up on this. “Your hand is better?”

  “Yes.” She held it before her and rotated it. “Perfect. Sometimes I doubt anything ever happened to it.”

  “Good.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and gently kissed the backs of several fingers then drew it to his lap. “There’s something important I have to tell you, something that must be done for you to remain with me. What we call the claiming ritual.”

  “Why?”

  Oh, the little line that thought had drawn between her brows.

  “Because...” Brask nodded to him and he continued. “I am an Ascend and mating with you will eventually trigger a reaction in your body. It happens to all females I mate with.” He brushed her fingers with his thumb. “An immunological reaction, you humans would call it.”

  “A bad one?”

  “Yes. It would shorten your life. It’s why I never mated with anyone for long in the past, until you.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

  After blinking a while, she looked over at Brask. “Surely you have to do this ritual too?”

  “Frack, no. Dassense is mating with you not me.”

  “Uh-huh. I guess that makes sense. So what is this ritual? On Earth, we’d use drugs to suppress an immune response.”

  “It’s a machine that transfers some of my Ascend essence to you. Similar to a transfusion of blood. The machine only exists on one planet.”

  “Essence is such a weird word to be using and only one machine on one planet?” She sounded unhappy and he could feel her fingers fidgeting. “Is this safe? You said there’d been no Ascend bond mated for ages. How old is this machine?”

  “It was made by Ascend when they first realized we were dying out and should seek mates from other people. Yes, that does make it ancient, however, it has never failed. There will be some pain but you will live past this, whereas if we leave this be...” He raised his brows, waiting.

  “Uh-huh.” She twisted her lips then gave Brask a going over also. “Pain. That part I don’t like, but it seems as if I have no choice. Where do we have to go?”

  He and Brask pulled her to her feet. “Ninety-two light years that way.” He pointed high on the wall. “Two warp jumps. A week of real space travelling. Pack for a long beach holiday.”

  “What? You want me to find a bikini on a spaceship? That’s a joke, isn’t it?”

  “I’ve seen bikinis. It could be arranged,” Brask interjected, with a mock-innocent expression. “One of those thongs. I could find one of those.”

  “I bet.”

  There was no benefit in telling her that the claiming ritual had not been used for more than fifty years. There had never been any problems and it was the only way this could be done.

  Chapter 32

  “Well, well,” Talia muttered, following the line of Dassenze’s pointing finger.

  This cavern was immense, as was the lake through which they waded. Swathes of light came from a gash in the rocks far above and an arch-shaped hole at the opposite end. From the middle of this underground lake arose a stone dais with a table perched on top. They were well bathed in the sunshine. Plekos Nine sunshine – pretty and warming, with a slight pink hue courtesy of some exotic mineral in the atmosphere.

  “That is your machine? A freaky stone table?”

  Brask spoke from behind her. “He did say it was ancient.”

  “Better be waterproof too,” she grumbled. “And come with a warranty.” How did one guarantee a machine that sat in a lake all by itself, for decades and with zero attendants, would still function?

  “You will be fine.” Dassenze kept going, the water shushing musically about his thighs as he advanced. The depth had been the same all the way and the temperature was balmy. Around the edges of the lake, greenery flourished, reminding her of a rainforest on Earth. Native birds swooped
and where they dove in, distant plumes of water spurted upward.

  If they were catching food, she didn’t want to know what. Talia eyed the surrounding water.

  “Predicted weather,” she murmured. “Clear, with a chance of piranha.” The things she did for her alien lovers.

  Taking a long stride, Brask caught up to her and pinched her ass.

  “Hey!” she swatted his naked shoulder and hurt her hand on his muscle. “Owww. Get some padding for there.”

  “There are no piranha, and what did we teach you about hitting us?”

  “Hmmm.” She grinned up at him, recalling their so-called punishment on the journey here, where she’d ended up over both their laps. They’d had her both yelping and moaning for a very long time. “Not saying. Though it was enlightening.”

  “Enlightening? It was supposed to be educational. Needs to be repeated then.”

  “Huh. I do have a really bad memory.”

  In reality, the guys had been gentler with her than ever before. Sex had been coaxed out of her after her hand was healed and neither seemed to want to share her at the same time, which was fine. The two of them at once might be unnerving.

  By the time they climbed onto the dais on which the table sat, the simple white dress she wore was soaked despite her tying and knotting it above ass height. Her panties and bra were white too and that only added to the ohmigod am I a virgin sacrifice feel of this. Except she wasn’t anything like a virgin. Maybe that was an added extra, she wondered, as she padded around the table on her bare feet.

  Her males wore white too – loose pants with the bottoms rolled up above their knees. No shirts. Perhaps she should ask them to take their pants off seeing they were terribly wet?

  “It’s just a table, right?”

  “No, it’s not. Strip off the dress and get up.” Dassenze patted the surface. “Lie down.”

  When she climbed up and sat, he pushed her flat onto her back then arranged her so she was central on the stone. It was smooth and warm under her skin and, from the faint buzz under her palms, possibly humming at some subsonic level.

  “You know what you’re doing?”

  “Yes. Put your hands up here.” Dassenze went to the head of the table, took her wrists in his hands, and wrapped his fingers about her carefully. He inhaled for so long she wondered if he’d forgotten to let the air out.

  “You’re sure?” She eyed him.

  “Yes. Rest.”

  When he leaned over her, his head blocked out much of the overhead sun and a circle of light grew around him, throbbing, concentric. The circles moved, as did his lips. The closer she listened the more her eyelids drifted down.

  Susurrations of sound.

  The words weren’t in any language that she knew, and she knew a great many now, due to the Igrakk translation programs. The words went on and her flesh grew heavy. She was filling with gold from where Dassenze gripped her arms. Starry times where music played, delicate as strings, precise as a dance of knives, distant, playing on her bones, twirling in her cells, storming like a tide. A languid something was spreading and making her anew.

  Her eyelids fluttered. So soft. Tinkering, changing, tiptoeing into her mind even and twisting.

  She screamed, her body arching as the tide rushed onward.

  Almost done, almost done, someone whispered. Almost done.

  Dassenze. Brask. So she bore it, though there was no choice.

  The pain came and went, peaked and troughed, prickling and stabbing, until at last it ebbed...and was gone.

  She opened her eyes to find both her men looking down at her. Their hands were on her shaking body. “Am I still here?”

  “Shhh,” one of them said.

  She found herself carried to the edge of the stone dais and her breaths died away from erratic panting to steadier ones.

  “Okay, my princess?” It was Dassenze who had her. She struggled and sat up, her legs splashing into water though she was seated on Dassenze’s lap. Brask was here too, only feet away, standing in water up to his thighs.

  “Yes.” She turned her thoughts inward. More than okay. All her small hurts had been banished by whatever process she’d just gone through, even the vague hurts from where her fingers had been ripped away then regrown by the accelerated healing. “Did it work?”

  “Yes.” Dassenze was smiling broadly. “It did. Now you are safe and you may live far longer than any human. And this.” He pushed her forward so she bent at the waist and he traced the marks on her back. “These are mature. The scales have finally filled in.” They’d been worried because the bondmarking had again stalled after the sex inside the factory queen. “This has spread. You now have blue-bronze scales, little ones, dotted all over your back. Very beautiful.”

  She felt his breath on her back just before he bit her. He released her skin, then moved on to another place for his teeth to anchor and...she arched and gasped...hurt her. Small ecstasies erupted and made her shiver. The cloth of her bra was wet and sticking to her peaked and aching nipples. She imagined his mouth there.

  “Do that again,” she whispered.

  Just as she was absorbed in the bites he was advancing down her back, Brask arrived.

  He tilted her head back with both hands and played with her lips with his thumb before he leaned over and kissed her. “Talia, I think it’s time we both claimed you.”

  Uh-oh. Sure that her eyes had gone round as moons, she ran through ten excuses in her head before simply blurting, “Tomorrow?”

  “Today. Are you okay with this?” he asked, looking over her shoulder at Dassenze. The biting had ceased though the marks were throbbing, reminding her of where they were all situated.

  “Of course.”

  “What? Of cour –” As she turned to protest his reply, Brask silenced her by kissing her again before handing her over to Dassenze who kissed her too. The manhandling was getting to her, as always. They knew she liked this, the bastards. At least her panties were so wet from the lake they couldn’t tell how worked up this was getting her.

  She almost shut her eyes, looking through the blurred slit at Dassenze’s mouth and the palm of his hand where he cradled her face, absorbed in the kiss and how he kept her twisted about so their lips could meet. Breathing came in labored and muffled gasps.

  The sound of Brask pulling off his pants was followed by the thwap as they landed on the stone.

  “I’ll go first then you can finish,” was said as he dragged her head away from Dassenze and down, so he could insert the head of his cock between her lips.

  Already reeling from the kissing and from Dassenze putting his hand between her legs and kneading the heel of his palm over her clit, she had her breath cut short by this unexpected mouthful of cock not tongue.

  “I will not be finishing there. Turn her around. You go in her pussy first, Brask.”

  Brask’s cock popped from her lips. Someone, Dassenze she realized, was pushing her off his lap and making her turn.

  “Guys, guys! Wait. I –”

  “Wait?” Brask asked, laughing.

  “Ignore her.”

  Now, with Dassenze’s hands on nape and hair, she was bent over and faced with his double whammy version. Which? Confused, she hesitated enough that he jammed her mouth toward the nearest, top one. Was it bigger? Smaller? She had no time to measure one against the other, apart from noting that they were both a bronze-gold color – something she’d not seen when he’d fucked her inside the factory queen.

  Her mouth was half way down him and sliding farther before he stopped forcing her.

  She mouthed him, humming with anticipation, her eyes rolling up, for Brask had moved aside the crotch of her panties with one careful finger, and was slipping that same digit up and down in her moisture, as if he was skating.

  “Very wet,” she heard him say, amused.

  The next soft prod was him lining up his cock on her entrance. She shut her eyes and stilled, wanting to feel that awesome moment.

  “Al
ready? You are a naughty little Earth bitch,” Dassenze chuckled and pulled her off him.

  “Lake water,” she whispered, licking her lips and getting used to having an unfilled mouth.

  “Liar. Have some more cock as punishment.”

  And he shoved her back onto him, only it was the lower cock this time.

  “Your hand goes here.”

  Dassenze loosened one of her hands from his thigh and put it over his upper cock. The groan wasn’t just her. Brask had slid into her pussy and was fucking her in small abrupt thrusts that drove her onto Dassenze, until she was nose deep in his groin. Dassenze was groaning too.

  “Yes. Do that harder. Much harder.” He squeezed her hand over him and moved it up and down his shaft. His lubrication made her hand slip easily.

  The sounds and motions as her mouth and pussy were fucked and her hand slipped over skin and cock blended with her cock-gagged sounds of pleasure that came from deep in her throat. She went up on tiptoes trying to get Brask to go deeper. Water sloshed back and forth but after one hard drive up inside her, Brask withdrew.

  “Swap. Give me the mouth end.”

  A few seconds later she was turned again and positioned asswards over Dassenze’s two cocks. Having one poke at her, zeroing in on her cunt was never going to beat the feel of his two, even though her asshole was cringing.

  “You liked this,” Dassenze murmured.

  Eyes shut, she nodded, tensing. “Mmm. But, it’s going to hurt.” He’d not penetrated her with both since the factory queen.

  “No. You’re wet. I’m all slippery. It’s going in. Right now you’re tight but...” He pulled her down with his hands around her hips. “Relax your asshole. I’m going in, slowly.” He slipped in a little and sucked in a gasp of air. “Fuck,” he added quietly.

  The Earth swear word sounded funny coming from Dassenze and while she was caught giggling, the very top of his cock slipped in more than an inch. That his lower cock had breached her already and had stretched aside her pussy lips helped too. The glow of sex created from being twice filled seemed to relax her muscles. She gasped and tucked her head under as he forged farther into her, riding on plentiful moisture.