by Aubrey Cara
My core clenches on the two lengths splitting me, and my mouth waters, even as my heart stutters. More. That’s all I can think as I nod my head and crook my fingers at my other two mates. I don’t just want them. I need them. They move in on either side of me, and I fist their cocks, one in each hand. Inelegantly, I slide my tongue over Ast before turning and laving Tawn’s length. It’s hard to concentrate with Banx and Jor working my body, but I try to make sure my mates are pleased, and give extra attention to the ridge around their tips and little slits dripping with essence.
Jor palms my breasts, plucking my taut buds and nipping my neck in tiny bites that make my body quiver. He begins bringing my hips down, forcing me to fuck and be filled by he and Banx at the same time.
My mind spins, and I choke on Ast’s length with a mewling cry.
The tight bands of both my channels vibrate and milk the cocks inside me as I jack Ast and Tawn in earnest.
“Are you close? Jor asks. “Do you want to come?”
“Please!”
Jor slams me down on Banx, and I shatter, surrounded by my Monrok. My mates.
With a curse, Jor pulls out until just the head of him is lodged inside my tunnel. The tip of his cock jerks and hot jets of essence fill me. The second he pops out, Banx lifts me up off his length, flipping me around so my back his to his front.
He sits up and lowers me on his lap, his lips pressing to the side of my throat. “We’re going to try something different while Tawn and Ast fuck you. Think you can take me?”
“Yes,” I say, though not actually sure.
My body trembles as his wide cock head breaches my back passage. Groaning into my neck, he steadily he pushes me down until my ass rests against his groin. He splays my legs up over his wide-spread thighs then wraps an arm around my torso to hold me back against him.
He runs a hand down between my legs and gently fingers my folds.
“Fuck,” Tawn says standing in front of me, his rapt attention focused on where Banx is stroking me. “I want to taste you just like this. Your pussy all wet and swollen and your ass stretched over Banx’s thick cock.” He comes down to his knees and licks into me.
My hand fists in his hair, holding him to me. I’m quivering by the time he pulls back, his sensual mouth glistening. He gives my cunt a little slap, and my body shakes in a mini orgasm.
“Please, Tawn,” I beg.
“Does your greedy little cunt need to be filled?” He spanks my sex three more times, and my eyes roll closed.
“Yes,” I nod. “Fates yes, please!”
Banx’s chuckle rumbles in my ear. “Oh, you’re going to be filled.” He stands with an arm anchored around my waist and his cock anchored inside me.
He slides in deeper still, and I can’t breathe. “Put your arms around my neck, he instructs.” I reach up and behind me while he scoops he hands under my knees, holding me open.
Tawn is instantly there between my legs, pushing into me. “Ka du, I thought she was tight before.”
A light sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin as I’m filled to capacity once again.
One hand on my hip the other cupping my neck, Tawn kisses me gently, even as he flexes his hips forward. “Are you all right, du’rah?”
I nod. “I’m ready. I need more.” The aching stretch has morphed into an incessant throbbing. “Please.”
Banx holds me in place, my back passage vibrating on his length as Tawn fucks into me. Within moments the muscles in Tawn’s neck cord as he throws his head back as if in agony. His cock twitches, and I know he’s fighting his need to come.
“I want to knot inside you, so fucking bad,” he grits out.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Ast growls from the other side of the room, a fierce expression on his face and his cock straining in his grip.
Tawn gives a shout as he nearly pulls out. I clamp my inner bands on the tip of him, and he pumps his shaft. His lips slam over mine as my channel is flooded with heat.
Panting, he pops out and stumbles back before righting himself and plopping down in a wide hover chair in the corner.
Banx swings me around to stand on the edge of the platform as he slowly pulls free from my grasping channel.
I cry out as the last of him leaves me.
“Don’t you worry, my precious mate,” Banx soothes. “We’re going to give you what you need.”
Ast lays, sprawled in the center of the platform, and Banx helps me settle over him.
“Put my cock inside you, du’rah,” Ast instructs.
I position Ast’s long length and moan low as I slide down.
“All right, my wild little zepka. You remember whose name you’re supposed to cry when I’m inside you?”
Before I can reply, Banx pushes me down with a hand between my shoulder blades then presses the head of his cock into my back passage. “Your name won’t be the only one she’s yelling,” he says. Then he glides in steadily filling me to capacity.
My eyes roll back, and I bite my lip. Being stuffed by my mates is a sensation I could happily get used to.
Ast rocks my hips back. “You’re going cry my name the loudest, aren’t you? You love my cock inside you.”
I grin. “I love all your cocks inside me.” He slaps my ass and rocks my hips again as Banx pushes all the way in.
Where Banx and Jor seesawed in turn, Ast and Banx simultaneously fill me. Working me over their cocks faster and harder with every stroke. It’s almost too much.
In an instant, I’m gasping and begging, for what I don’t know. My entire body shakes as their knots swells and neither pull out. Instead they push in deeper. Lodging themselves between my internal bands as their knots continue to swell.
Banx fists my hair, yanking my head back to slant his mouth over mine. With a curse, he lets go and clutches my hips as he pulses.
I fall forward, and Ast cups the back of my head, claiming my mouth. His cock flexes, and he groans against my lips, his release flooding me with more hot essence.
Ast pushes my hair out of my face. “I forgive you,” he says and I frown.
“For what?”
“For not calling my name.”
I laugh then squeal as he and Banx shift us to our sides while still knotted inside me. He covers my back, kissing and nipping my shoulder. My body quivers in aftershock, and both men huff in pleasure as my body reflexively clamps their cocks harder. The feeling of them coming again is deliciously wicked.
“I love your cocks,” I tell them.
“Are our cocks the only things you carry affection for?”
I fight ducking my head, suddenly shy. Zapexians don’t speak in terms of love and affection. I never thought that would be something Monrok would desire, but the way they’re looking at me, I believe it is.
And I do carry an affection for them. One I never knew existed. It fills all the dark corners inside me with warm bright light and takes away all my fear and insecurities. I’m stronger and more hopeful for my life to come than I’ve ever been.
Instead of telling them of all the emotions swirling inside me, I let my shield drop. Banx’s and Ast’s grip on me tightens.
Tawn mutters a curse. “Is that what I think it is?”
Jor chuckles. “It is. Our mate has an eloquent way of communicating without words.”
“That she does,” Banx says, nuzzling my cheek.
Replete I begin to drift to sleep as Ast and Banx stroke their hands over my body and lean in to press kisses wherever their mouths can reach. Tendrils of my hair pet them back in a languorous manner.
I hear Jor mutter about us needing a bigger platform as he and Tawn pile on, and I smile in agreement. I’ll take my Monrok masters and mates anyway I can get them, but being surrounded by them is my favorite.
EPILOGUE
Sana
We have a surprise for you.” Banx is grinning at me with more mischief sparkling in his eyes than I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t think I need any surprises today.” W
e’ve just landed our transport shuttle on Kadeema, and while I’m eager to see the Monrok world for the first time, I’m also nervous. This is to be my new home. The place we will raise our offspring.
“You’re going to like this surprise,” Tawn says as the hatch opens. “Promise.”
Ast guides me down the ramp as if I’m fragile creature. He’s been extra attentive since he began studying data on breeding females. I’ve tried to tell him a Zapexian pregnancy takes nearly two solars, and it will be moon cycles before I even start showing, but he won’t listen.
Heart beating wildly, I get my first look at Kadeema. The air is heavy but sweet. The dark mountains in the background rise up to meet a brilliant blue sky. And the land is covered in the most lush, vivid shade of green. It’s absolutely beautiful.
It’s just like it appeared in all my visions of my mates’ futures.
I take my first step onto Kadeema ground and laugh. “It even feels different than the spongy earth of Jar’jn.” Solid and a bit cool. Off in the distance is a wall of forest. “Those trees are trying to compete with the mountains.” I’ve never seen trees so tall.
“That’s the rainforest,” Jor says. “We can take you there.”
I float off the ground in excitement.
“But first,” Banx says. “We have someone who is eager to meet you.”
Up ahead a two-seater shuttle lands, and the dome slides back. I squint, not believing what I’m seeing.
A large Monrok lifts his companion out of the shuttle seat next to his and sets her on the ground. My legs are unsteady as I begin tromping through the tall grass to meet them, my grinning Monrok close behind.
Halfway to her, I start running, and she throws her arms wide, offering me an embrace. We collide, wrapped up in each other, floating and spinning. When we plant our feet back on the ground I finger her white hair as she rubs her cheek against mine in an affectionate welcome.
She cups my face, tears swimming in her black eyes. Eyes, just like mine. “I never thought to see one of my veran sisters again.”
In truth, neither had I. “I haven’t had a veran sister since leaving the temple,” I confess. “I’ve led a rather lonely existence.”
Her smile lights her entire face, shining from her eyes. “I hope you enjoyed your solitude.” She peeks over my shoulder at my mates. “It looks as if your existence will never be lonely again.”
I laugh. “I’m all right with that.” I finger her white hair again, and it wraps around my fingers. “Is the atmosphere here different? Will my hair go white?” I try to keep the horror out of my voice when I ask, but I don’t think I succeed.
She laughs, wrapping her arm around me. “Fear not, the atmosphere did not alter my locks.”
“Then how?”
“It’s a story for another time. Introduce me to your Monrok, and I’ll introduce you to mine.”
“I am Sana, and this is Jor, Ast, Tawn, and Banx.” They all nod their heads in greeting, but Banx looks most pleased. I know he planned this himself.
Her eyes widen, as does her grin. “All four of them are yours?” At my nod, she laughs. “My estimation of you has risen. I have only the one. Although, I didn’t realize collecting multiples was an option.”
Her battle-scarred mate crosses his arms over his chest and snarls. “It’s not an option for you. Fucking veran, you’ll be the death of me.”
“Oh please,” she scoffs. “I’m the life of you, and you know it.”
The warrior’s gaze softens for a moment before his disdainful mask is back in place. “I’m Dag. That bit of blue trouble is Vera. Welcome to Kadeema.”
Vera and I rub cheeks again and then smile up at our mates.
“Good surprise?” Banx asks.
“Wonderful surprise.”
Today I got a new home planet and a veran sister. I have four mates who cherish me, and in two solars we’ll have a child.
Just over a moon cycle ago I was beaten and discarded, questioning my life’s worth. My existence. Now, I believe I may be the most fortunate veran in the galaxy.
THE END
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THEIR HUMAN PETS
I mean to steal the king’s concubines.
The Zapex ruler, King Thaain, has disappeared. He sent one last transmission from his pleasure cruiser before his Monrok guards were left looking at open space. After the rebellion, the crew of the guard ship gave up their search to seek solace on the Monrok new world of Kadeema.
We have reason to believe the king has female human pets onboard his vessel. A crew of six of my brethren and I are manning the abandoned guard ship. We will be traveling deep into Zapex territory. Capture or death is a possibility at every turn. We don’t know if the king’s ship has already been recovered by the Zapex. Nor do we know if this is a trap.
But, for the chance to own human pets...we will risk all.
LYHNX
“I’ve found them.” I’ve fucking found them. I stand on the bridge of the guard ship looking at the payoff of my trajectory calculations. A green locator dot blinks on the screen. It’s the king’s ship. Supreme satisfaction goes through me. We’ve been looking for King Thaain’s vessel for a full Mehcad moon cycle. Thirty cycles isn’t a long time in space, unless you’re racing against the clock.
“Where?” Fyhn asks. The freckled, red-haired Monrok sits at the navigation panel.
“Left quadrant of Jar’jn. The hadhr hid them in plain sight,” I say, and I forward him the locator screen so it pops into his view.
Jar’jn is the Zapex home planet. We are Monrok. We used to be guards of the Zapex. They are the alien race who created us, melding cybernetics with our organic human bodies until we became more machine than man. The Galactic Unity Council of the Jun’pn galaxy has granted us our independence, but the Zapex are not taking too kindly to the edict. We killed our creator, their prince, after all. Navigating their space will make retrieval of the pets tricky, but no less worth it.
“We are flying into Zapex space for females who may not even be alive.” That’s Ren. The voice of reason. He’s as big and battle scarred as the rest of us,
but he is better at keeping a level head.
It’s true, the females may all be dead. When a Zapexian king dies, his closest slaves and servants are laid to rest with him. Since the king planned out his own demise, it goes to reason he killed all his servants, human pets, and veran concubines aboard his ship. But if there is a chance any of his human females still live…
It’s been fifty cycles since the king sent out a transmission naming Prince Keel as the new ruler, and killing himself, setting his ship to jump and leaving his Monrok guard ship staring at open space. It was just before the Monrok started the uprising aboard his oldest son, Prince Kaihan’s vessel. The Monrok killed all Zapex on board, including the sadistic aheh, the Monrok’s creator, Prince Kaihan. His veran concubines onboard must have warned him what was going to happen. The Zapexian creatures are oracles of a sort.
After the rebellion began, Monrok all over the galaxy abandoned their posts. Most of the squadron on this guard ship aborted their search for the dead king and chose to instead travel to Kadeema, the planet we Monrok have claimed for our own. It was there I met this crew. Only six are left of the squadron who guarded the king’s ship. They are the only ones holding the same hope I do, that the king’s concubines are still alive or haven’t already been found by the Zapex.
“You knew the risk before we began our search, and yet you’re still here,” I remind him.
He, like me, is part of the few who have actually seen a human female in person. There are Monrok on Kadeema with females, but those mate in pairs and guard their female closely. I nearly had my own female who had been destined to be the breeder of the Alorgorian ruler. I felt her weight in my arms and still carry her scent in my nose, even though she reeked of her Alorgorian. Taking the Alogorian breeder would have been a boon, but possessing a female from the king’s stock? One of his favorite pleasure pets? That will be sweet retribution.
