by Ivy Barrett
“No,” Belton said around her nipple. “I like it when he hurts you.” He pressed his teeth into her throbbing nipple, then added, “So do you.”
They could sense her emotions now. They knew exactly how deep her need for pain ran. It was pointless to pretend she didn’t like it, crave it. Regardless of how humiliating she found the truth or how long she’d denied her true nature, she was a bona fide pain slut.
“This time you’re going to come when the pain hits you or I’ll clamp your clit while we fuck you,” Moxtel told her. He squeezed her breasts and stroked her belly, avoiding her overstimulated nipples. “Now up.”
She drew her hips up slowly as she’d done before. Belton’s broad tip held her open while the rest of her passage contracted in on itself. Knowing what was about to happen made it worse, not better. Her ragged breathing made her breasts sway, and she ached despite the teasing fullness of Belton’s cock head.
“Down fast.” Belton gave the order this time.
Gritting her teeth against the coming pain, she slammed her hips down, taking Belton’s entire length in one forceful plunge. Her eyes were squeezed shut, so she didn’t know who took off the clamp, but she knew as soon as it was gone. Pain stabbed into her chest and cascaded through her body. She absorbed it greedily, letting her dark nature gorge on the intensity.
“Come,” Moxtel commanded, and like a good little slave, Lorna helplessly obeyed. Her core contracted in deep, rhythmic ripples as heat and tingles spread out from her pussy like waves off Earth’s yellow sun. She cried out sharply, then moaned as the pleasure/pain went on and on.
She was still trembling with tingling aftershocks when Belton pulled her forward, pressing her against his chest. Something warm and slick slid into the valley between her bottom cheeks, and she whimpered. It still stung at first when Belton fucked her ass. Her body adapted quickly, and she always enjoyed it, but this was Moxtel, and he had the biggest cock she’d ever seen.
But that was the point of this. They wanted to overwhelm her, needed her to surrender to their most carnal needs, to offer her pleasure and pain, her surrender and trust. They would hurt her, but they would never harm her. She would be punished but also protected. They would indulge her desires and provide for her needs both in and out of the bedroom—but only if she obeyed.
The concept would seem alien to most modern human females, primitive even. But it not only made sense to her, it also fed a part of her soul that had been neglected for years. She needed savage and primitive. When she peeled away the layers of social expectation, she was just as dark as Moxtel.
“Please,” she whispered, canting her hips, offering her ass to Moxtel.
“Soon, sweet slave. I’ll fill you very soon.”
When she was this aroused, slave sounded right, natural. He was her master, which made her his slave. It wasn’t right or wrong, it was just an indisputable fact.
Belton took her face between his hands and brushed his lips over hers. “Relax, my love. He must do this slowly. You can go wild once your body adjusts.”
She knew he was right, but her blood surged through her veins, and her heart thudded wildly in her chest. “Kiss me. Please.”
Belton’s mouth sealed over hers, his tongue easing into her mouth. Slow your breathing. Concentrate on where our bodies join and the taste of your mate in your mouth.
Closing her eyes, she tried to follow Belton’s advice, but it wasn’t easy. Moxtel played with her pussy and ass, caressing her folds as they stretched tight to accommodate Belton’s shaft, then massaging warm lube around and into her ripple.
“Such a sweet little ass,” Moxtel whispered in her ear. “You’re going to open wide for me, aren’t you?”
Yes, Master. Belton continued to kiss her, so she used their link to respond. Whatever you need.
Whatever we need, sweet slave, Moxtel corrected. This is what we need. The ultimate joining of you with your mates. He positioned his cock at her back entrance, then firmly grasped her hips.
She lay still and relaxed against Belton, as Moxtel slowly pushed inside her. She felt her body stretch, reluctantly open, then stretch some more. The brutal tightness began to burn, but she forced herself not to tense. She wanted this, needed to accommodate all of their needs. They would be free to use her whenever and however they pleased, which meant she had to accept Moxtel’s thick cock even in her tightest opening.
“Such a good girl, such an obedient slave.” His hands slid up to her armpits, then back down to her hips. “Open, Lorna. Let me in.” She pushed up against him and felt a sudden release. They both gasped, and the broadest part of his tip slipped beyond the stubborn collar of muscle. “Gods, yes!” He drove inward steadily, filling her as never before.
Lorna let out a muffled cry then whimpered, dragging her mouth away from Belton’s. “Wait,” she yelled, but Moxtel ignored her. He sank deeper until his pelvis met her ass cheeks. She was pinned between them, filled by them.
Claimed.
“So fucking perfect,” Moxtel said. “Both your mates are fully inside you, as we are meant to be.”
She trembled and moaned, trapped on the razor’s edge between ecstasy and agony. “It’s too much.”
“It’s perfect.” Moxtel slipped his hands between her body and Belton’s, cupping her breasts, squeezing them firmly, palms teasing her sore nipples. “You are perfect. Now catch your breath, then rub your clit and make yourself come.”
The command made her whimper. She was so full, so overwhelmed. She feared an orgasm would shatter her.
“It will make you wetter and help you relax,” Belton said, clearly having sensed her emotions. He pushed affection and encouragement into her mind, and she realized she only felt their emotions clearly when they wanted her to. “Why do—”
Moxtel pinched her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. “I’ll teach you how to use the link later, and how to shield your mind from ours. I gave you an order, now obey me or I’ll fuck you fast and hard regardless of how much it hurts.”
Lust blazed into her mind, demanding and savage, threatening to consume her sanity. As fast as she sensed the brutal need, it vanished. Good Lord, is that really how he felt about her?
“Yes,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m ravenous for my mate. Now make yourself come so I can fuck you.”
She pushed up with her knees, so she could slip her hand between her thighs, but it also pushed Moxtel’s cock deeper into her ass. They groaned in unison, but he held perfectly still. She quickly found her clit and started rubbing. Belton kissed her again, which gave her something less brutal on which to focus.
Gradually, she was able to relax, but true arousal was still offline. She felt almost numb, so overstimulated that her nervous system had just shut down. Moxtel gently kneaded her breasts, while Belton caressed her back. The tightness inside her gradually eased, though the fullness remained inescapable.
The ache made her restless and hot. Please, Master, move just a little. I can’t come like this.
Without hesitation, Moxtel drew back ever so slowly, and she groaned into Belton’s mouth.
“Keep rubbing,” Moxtel directed as he began to slide in and out of her ass.
A fresh rush of warmth told her he’d applied more lube, now her pussy needed to do the same thing. She concentrated on the slow, steady push/pull of Moxtel’s massive shaft in her tightest passage. She rubbed her clit harder, and her reluctant body finally returned to life. Her clit tingled and her core rippled, sending shivers all through her body.
Sensing the change, Belton grasped her hips and lifted her as Moxtel pulled back. She groaned, separating their lips as she gasped and panted. They reversed direction, Belton drawing her back down while Moxtel pushed deeper again. The dual motion and extreme fullness ripped a cry from Lorna’s throat. She thought she’d known what to expect, had experienced each form of penetration separately. But combining them created a connection far more profound than a physical joining.
Or maybe it was
the mind link. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was the isolation, the oppressive pressure of responsibility and duty eased. She was no longer alone.
Sensations curled through her abdomen, making her pussy clench. She shifted to a circular motion, and the gathering tension intensified.
“Now,” Moxtel ordered, thrusting into her hard for the first time.
Belton echoed the move with a forceful drive and Lorna’s orgasm detonated like a bomb. She screamed, coming in powerful waves that shook her entire body. Slick liquid flooded her pussy, leaking out with Belton’s next thrust. They filled her over and over, their lunges synchronized.
She moved her hands to Belton’s shoulders, no longer needing anything but the rhythmic slide of her mates’ hard cocks. They held her at the perfect angle slamming into her as one. She arched and let her head drop back, lost in the savage splendor of their joining.
Emotions flowed freely between their minds like a tingling whirlpool. She lost track of where the feelings originated and just experienced the exchange, open and accepting of even the darkest urges.
A sudden surge of desperate need pulsed from Moxtel and his hips rocked even faster. He was holding on by a thread, determined to make it last as long as possible.
Come, my love, she encouraged. We have the rest of our lives to savor these feelings.
He cried out sharply, thrusting deep one final time. His seed spurted deep inside her as his body shook and clenched against her back. Belton arched beneath her, his control snapped by Moxtel’s pleasure. Belton’s hot seed shot into her pussy, and she came with a startled scream. Pleasure rushed across their link in a continuous circle, prolonging the orgasm for all three. They clung to each other, shaking and moaning as they slowly drifted back down.
“We’ve got the rest of our lives?” Moxtel brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. “Did you mean that or were you just trying to make me come?”
Pushing off Belton’s chest, she turned her torso and head until she could see Moxtel’s face. “I didn’t understand until I felt it. There is nothing on Earth that even comes close to what we just shared. I... It still sounds insane to me, but this feels familiar.”
“Some believe that eltreenis, what humans call the soul, are joined and travel together from one life to the next. I believe Belton and I have joined with you before, that we have experienced multiple lifetimes together. I sensed it from the beginning. I just didn’t want to believe.”
The comment hurt and she didn’t bother trying to hide the reaction. Even if she kept the disappointment off her features, Moxtel would sense it in her mind. “Why? Because I’m human?”
“Gods, no.” He pressed his hand to the side of her face and stared deep into her eyes. “Because I have so little to offer you. Why would a female who has known only freedom consider a life...”
“As your slave?” she finished for him. Heat spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “I willingly surrender control to you and Belton. A true slave has no choice. That’s a significant difference.”
He nodded, but his emotions disappeared from her mind.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She elbowed him in the stomach then gave him a shove. He stumbled back, separating their bodies. After pausing long enough to kiss Belton, she crawled off the bed and faced off with her stubborn mate.
Belton swung his legs up onto the bed, spreading out on his side with his head propped on his hand. He watched them silently with obvious amusement.
“Please lower your shields.” She spoke respectfully, knowing her emotions communicated determination. “If I can’t hide from you, mate, please don’t hide from me.”
His gaze narrowed, then his chin lifted, but his emotions flowed back into her mind. His desire for her, his devotion was absolute, but doubt wound through the other emotions. The problem with empathy was the emotions didn’t come with adequate context. She knew what he felt, but not why. She waited for him to explain. Instead, he stared back at her in stoic silence.
“Why do you have so much doubt?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, and her heart ached even worse than her recently claimed body. “I know you can feel how much I love you. Why are you so uncertain of me?”
He swept her into his arms and pressed his face against her hair. “It’s not you that I doubt. It’s me.”
And she sensed no deception, only frustration and regret. “I don’t understand.”
Belton sat up on the bed, drawing her attention. “The life-bringer who had chosen Moxtel did not die in the massacre.”
“My family’s holdings were wiped out, the majority of our wealth gone. So she found me unworthy,” Moxtel said bitterly. “Offers poured in after the attacks, and she chose a male who still had wealth and political power.”
“Then she’s a superficial bitch who doesn’t deserve you.” Rolling to the balls of her feet, she drew his head down until she could reach his mouth. “You were never meant for her.” She pressed her lips to his, then added, “Just ask your eltreenis who it prefers.” She instigated the kiss, but he quickly took over, deepening the exchange both physically and mentally.
His mind opened, and his emotions poured into her mind. His desire still burned, threatening to consume everything in its path, but the possessive intensity was tempered with tenderness and gratitude. “I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me,” he whispered, his voice low and thickened by emotion. He clasped the backs of her thighs and slid her up his body.
Belton was suddenly behind her, pressing in close. “You are our perfect match, and we are yours.”
She wrapped her legs around Moxtel’s waist as she reached back and found Belton’s neck. “If we’re going to try this the other way around, I need some time with the soothing shower.”
* * *
Clad in battle armor for the first time in weeks, Belton’s eyes narrowed speculatively as he looked at his commander. “May I ask a question, sir?”
Ram, also in armor, looked at him and shrugged. “Have I ever refused to answer questions?”
It generally depended on who asked and if Ram had indicated an interest in input, but Belton kept the observation to himself. They were in Ram’s shuttle speeding toward Earth, and Belton’s six best security officers flanked them in similar ships. Ram still chose Stagin as his pilot, so the penalty for running his mouth to his female must not have been too severe.
Speaking of females, leaving Lorna this morning had been the hardest thing Belton had ever done. Now that she’d allowed Moxtel and him to claim her, they’d planned to spend the next few days in bed strengthening their bond. But Ram insisted Belton accompany him personally. Belton was head of security, so ensuring Ram’s safety was his top responsibility.
Still, this meeting made no sense. Ram had already agreed to Vikrin’s deal, so meeting with Minister Nomani seemed counterproductive to Ram’s goals. Zilrath might be Tavorian, but he represented the Protectorate, and everyone knew it. Besides the group Ram assembled looked more like a strike team than a diplomatic contingent. Ram was up to something. Belton just had yet to figure out his true motivation.
“If this is a negotiation,” Belton said carefully, “won’t all this battle gear send the wrong message?”
A wily smirk lifted one corner of Ram’s mouth, but all he said was, “It sends the exact message Savator needs to hear.”
The conflict between Ram and Chancellor Savator became more personal with each passing day. They led similar armies with a common enemy. The two really needed to put their pride aside and work together, and Belton wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
“The meeting is still on, so may I presume you were able to contain the potential leak?” Belton asked after a long, tense pause. He didn’t know how much Stagin knew, so he kept the question vague, not using Celeste’s name.
“I told you I’d take care of it and I did.” Ram’s impatience warned him not to say any more.
They arrived at a deserted open-air
theater a few minutes later. Humans called this sector Colorado. With its vivid blue sky and rugged mountains, the setting was not unlike Yashontara. Setting the three shuttles down in a large gravel lot a short distance away, they activated their camouflage shielding and crept down the sloping path toward a smaller flat area at the very top of the rows of bench-style seats. Jutting rock formations created a dramatic backdrop for the auditorium, yet an obvious lack of maintenance revealed that the venue had not been used in some time, likely before the Skarilians targeted Earth.
“I’m meeting with the prime gatekeeper and one of Savator’s ministers,” Ram told the group at large. “They could arrive without warning, so stay alert.”
A subtle distortion on each male’s visor scanner allowed him to see the other Yashonty, though they were undetectable to the naked eye and to Ventori technology. “Spread out,” Belton ordered. “Create a loose perimeter.” Without hesitation, his team obeyed.
Minister Nomani arrived first. His body materialized in a shimmering beam of light, some sort of teleportation technology. How strange. Belton had expected Zilrath and Vikrin to arrive together. Was the arrogant minister aware that the prime gatekeeper had secured a deal that pushed out the Ventori? Hopefully not. The last thing they needed was Savator sabotaging their plans.
Vikrin stepped out of a portal a few moments later, and tension immediately built between the two Tavorians. Was their clash personal, or did Zilrath know he’d been betrayed?
Rather than deactivating his shield, Ram hung back, clearly wanting to see how the two interacted.
Vikrin paced aimlessly for a time, Zilrath watching him closely. Zilrath’s hair was short, while the prime gatekeeper’s hung down his back nearly to his waist. Zilrath’s eyes were a strange grayish blue. Vikrin’s were also blue, yet they gleamed in his pasty face like priceless jewels. Belton shivered. He couldn’t stand Tavorians. They were self-absorbed and intolerant of other species.
Suddenly, the prime gatekeeper asked, “Is it just Kellan out there, or did you notify Savator?”
