Night of the Zandians_Zandian Brides

by Renee Rose

  I moan, and it’s not clear to me whether it’s from worry or pleasure, because the tone of his voice, and the tingle on my skin makes me press my hips down into his lap. I feel his hard length beneath me.

  “Stay still,” he orders me, and Ronan shifts to hold my thighs open more easily. His hands are strong, and although his grasp is not painful, it immobilizes me.

  Tarren slaps me again, and again. It stings more, and I whimper.

  “Are you done?” I cry out.

  Tarren chuckles. “No, Riya. We’re just getting started.”

  At that, he begins to spank me faster, a few times on each cheek in a row, and soon I’m bucking my hips furiously, trying to move away from the punishing blows. But Ronan holds me in place, and when I try to reach back to cover my ass, Jax tsks at me and squeezes my hands. “No, Riya,” he says. “You don’t get to determine when the spanking is done. Hold my hands for support and accept the punishment.”

  “Get her upper thighs,” Ronan suggests. “They’re far too pale. You need to make them pink like her ass.”

  Tarren must agree, because next I feel his strong hand slap at the base of my buttocks, and it hurts far more. Even as the pain stings, there is something more, a growing need between my legs, and I start to anticipate each blow with as much eagerness as trepidation.

  I’m almost in a reverie, when an especially sharp spank distracts me. “Ow!” I try to twist away. But with three strong warriors holding me in place, I have no chance to get away until they have decided it’s enough.

  Being restrained only increases the wicked heat between my wet thighs, a heat that is already matching the burn on my ass, and I wiggle. “No…” I whisper, but I’m humping Tarren’s lap.

  Tarren’s hand crashes down harder, matching the intensity of my need and I arch back to meet it.

  Tarren gives a harsh curse and the spanking stops. I lie panting, feeling the heat from all three of their bodies, and exultation rolls through me at the way they are using my body in ways I never could have dreamed would be exciting.

  Tarren strokes my ass now, soothing the wicked burn he put there, and as he does it, Jax massages my forearms, and Ronan starts playing his fingers up my inner thighs. I arch back, spreading my thighs wider, dying for him to finally touch me where it aches.

  He finally does, brushing ever-so-lightly over my dewy petals.

  I buck, trying to bring my hips closer to his fingers. I fight to get my hands back from Jax, but he only laughs and grips my hair, lifting my head for a kiss.

  It’s an awkward, misaligned, hot kiss. I whimper into his mouth at the same time Ronan finally gives me the full weight of his fingers. He strokes firmly along my weeping slit and groans.

  “She’s so wet and…” He drags his fingers to the side and nudges my thigh wider, pulling my buttcheek out of the way. “Feel this.” His voice is laced with awe. “Feel how plump and ripe she got.” He strokes again, and the coil of desire ratchets tighter.

  I hear a growl and a second hand plunders between my legs. Must be Tarren. He groans. “I need to see it,” he mutters, not stopping the long strokes. “I need to see it now.”

  It’s Ronan who directs the group this time. “Lie her back again, as before, on Jax.” He helps me off their laps and points to the hoverdisk, where Jax has already arranged himself against the headboard

  I find myself once again nestled in Jax’s arms, sitting between his thighs. My ass tingles with heat and residual sting but soon I forget about that as Tarren comes forward and spreads my legs, placing them on top of Jax’s, so that I’m open wide, my sex on display. I don’t resist for a second, because I’m dying for him—for them. In fact, I open my thighs as wide as I can in this position and moan as Jax reaches around my body and begins to tease my nipples with his fingers.

  I’m not sure how Tarren is going to mount me, but my breath catches in my throat as he slides his body down the hoverdisk until his face is just above my hips. “Are you ready?” His voice is hoarse with need. It’s then that I realize he plans to put his mouth onto me, as Ronan did in the corridor, and I want it so badly I could cry.

  “I’m...” I say, and then all that comes out is a sort of whimper as his hot tongue touches my clit. The feeling is so good, just so incredible—never in my self-explorations have my own fingers drawn this kind of sensation from my body.

  I close my eyes and push back into Jax’s chest, trying to use him as leverage to push my hips up to Tarren’s mouth. “Oh!” He flicks my clit with his tongue and the feeling floods me at once. “Tarren.” I reach forward to tug at his horns. They harden and lengthen in my hands and Tarren lets out a roar.

  Jax squeezes my nipples hard enough to make me squeak. “No,” Jax tells me. “If you do that, Tarren’s going to lose control and veck you until you scream, and Ronan and I still want to enjoy you.”

  As if to affirm Jax’s words, Tarren licks and sucks me like his life depends on it, making me squeal and squirm.

  “I’ll hold her hands.” Ronan comes to my side. “Riya, put your hands behind Jax’s head again.”

  I do it, barely able to understand words at this point, because Tarren holds my thighs, one in each strong hand, and begins licking along my cleft, all the way from my buttocks to my clit, over and over. I try to wiggle—first it’s too much, then I need more, but he holds me down, making me take every flick and swipe, exactly where he wants it.

  Jax plays my nipples harder, rolling the new studs until it hurts, then touches them softly, grazing his nails over the tips until I writhe against him.

  Ronan bends over, squeezing my hands, and bites my neck in a spot that drives me wild. And now, with the triple sensation, hands and mouths touching me, licking, flickering, I can’t hold it back anymore, and the most phenomenal orgasm starts to build in my core.

  “I’m going to…” I shudder.

  “No.” Tarren looks up at me, his eyes flashing, his lips slick with my juices. “Not until you receive permission.”

  Confusion clouds my brain. Didn’t they promise me pleasure? Why would they hold it back? “But please!” My whole body is keening for release.

  “Just a little longer. Show us how you want to please your mates.” Ronan reaches between my legs with one finger, swirling it around in my moisture as Tarren continues to lick.

  Surprisingly, I do want to please them. “Yes, please,” I beg.

  Ronan chuckles. “Tarren, she’s not going to last much longer no matter how hard she tries.”

  I can’t hold it back any longer, and Tarren must realize it. “Riya, you may come.” I do. With a strangled cry, I allow the pleasure to burst over me like a thousand bolts of lightning, seeing only white flashes behind my eyelids. I contort and moan and come, gloriously, into his lips. It seems to last forever, and finally, once the peak is over, I flop back into Jax’s arms, trembling with the aftershocks, unable to move.

  Tarren growls and pulls himself up to lie beside me, still in Jax’s arms. He splays his hand protectively over my belly, rubbing my mound softly as I come back to myself.

  Jax’s hands have stilled on my breasts, and now he strokes me gently, on my arms and chest. Tarren’s mouth is gentle on my neck, and I sigh in utter pleasure, totally comfortable, feeling safe and protected—and sated—in a way I’ve never experienced in my entire life.

  If this is what it means to be mated to three Zandians? I don’t mind it. I might even love it. I shift, feeling the slight tingle in my ass from the punishment, and instead of distress, the only urge I feel is one of arousal.

  After a few minutes, Jax nips my neck. “Enough rest. Your mates won’t last much longer looking at that beautiful body without claiming you. And believe me, you want us controlled when we take you for the first time.”

  I suck in a breath. Are they all going to take me at once?

  Jax chuckles, possibly reading the alarm on my face. “Would you like to give Ronan or Tarren pleasure the way they gave it to you?”

  “
Ronan.” Tarren orders and gives his cock a rough squeeze over his pants. “He can have her mouth. I need all of that sweet, wet pussy.”

  Said anatomy contracts at Tarren’s possessive growl. I sit up, but I have to admit I’m daunted. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve never been with a male willingly before. Never wanted to give pleasure until now. “I…”

  As if Jax guesses at the cause of my reluctance, he says, “We’ll help you, Riya. All you have to do is obey.” He lifts me easily from the hoverdisk.

  Ronan

  I don’t know how I got so damn lucky to be the first one to taste her and now the first one to spend, but I’m not going to argue. Tarren wants her pussy. I think her mouth is vecking perfection.

  I strip quickly out of my uniform.

  “On your knees.” Jax guides her gently down. I’m thankful for the rug on the floor which is soft and plush, with enough cushioning to make kneeling comfortable for her. “Put your hands behind your back until you’re told otherwise.”

  All three of us make a sound of approval when she assumes the position. Putting her hands behind her back lifts and spreads her breasts. Her pierced nipples stand out in stiff points and they’re even more beautiful with the precious gems that now adorn them. Our crystals. Forever marking her as ours.

  “Spread those knees a little, let us see that pink center that’s driving us all wild,” Jax tells her.

  She obeys. Her eyes are glassy with desire, lips swollen from our kisses. I was going to tell Jax to shut his vecking mouth, but she seems relieved to have the instruction. I suppose even a tough little female like her might be nervous when she doesn’t know what to do. No chance of doing something wrong or failing. But she still seems nervous, and I’m gutted when she darts a look of supplication at Jax.

  He offers an encouraging smile. “Ronan will direct you if he wants. But except for using your teeth, you can’t do it wrong.”

  My heart pounds against my chest at the realization that she’s nervous about pleasing me. The scent of her natural lubrication grows stronger, and she even makes a little noise of desire. I settle in front of her, thighs spread, my cock harder than a vecking stone. She stares at the tip where a drop of pre-cum beads it.

  Her eyes widen. “It’s rainbow colored.”

  I grin. “What color did you think it would be? Purple, like our blood?”

  She flushes. “I just didn’t know.”

  She appears fascinated. “May I…” she reaches out a hand, then hesitates, probably remembering Jax’s order.

  “Veck, yes. Touch me, Riya,” I growl. My body is tight with need, my muscles clenched and my member hard and throbbing.

  She wraps her small hand around my cock. Her fingers don’t even come close to closing around my width.

  I can see she looks daunted, so I take my cue from Jax and give her instructions. “Grip tightly,” I order, shuddering when she does. “Rub up and down while gripping, from the head to the base. Like that. Yes.” I’m quickly going to lose the ability to speak at all because I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I groan, and my eyes flicker shut.

  I fight to catch my breath. “Now lean forward and put your mouth onto the tip, Riya. Lick with your tongue over the top and sides while you keep rubbing up and down.” I’m telling her the way I’ve imagined it my whole life, which doesn’t mean I’ve ever had it this good.

  We’ve paid for females in intergalactic brothels before, but this is totally different. She’s our mate. I’m training her to serve me. I’m going to learn what makes her scream.

  When she touches the tip of her tongue to my cock, I groan again, louder than before. She doesn’t seem to mind my taste, because she licks again and again over the tip, encouraging my body to leak more fluid. I’m surprised with how quickly she gets comfortable, lifting her beautiful golden gaze to my face to watch for my reaction as her clever tongue makes my balls draw up tight, and my cock strain for release.

  She starts twisting a little when she squeezes and allows saliva to coat her fingers to make her palm slick, and I nearly combust. Within moments, I’m ready to come, my thighs tight and shaking and my breathing fast.

  “Oh stars, take me deep,” I beg, my voice taut. “All the way into your throat.”

  I press my throbbing member to the back of her throat. At first, she gags a little and has to pull back, but I stroke her hair, encouraging.

  Then I can’t stand it anymore. I grip the back of her head and urge her over my cock. I set a rhythm, pushing her down, allowing her up. Her eyes tear up when I hit the back of her throat, and I curse but still I can’t stop. Instead I stroke my thumb over her cheek to thank her, to soothe her, even while I still control the movement of her head, faster and farther. “Veck, Riya, I’m going to come in your mouth.” My voice is ragged. “Can you swallow it, sweet girl?”

  She murmurs in agreement before I push into her throat roughly, and my cock swells even more.

  “Riya,” I shout as I come.

  She swallows, again and again, eyes wide with alarm. I finally get command of myself and pull back to let her suck in air.

  “Stars, yes,” I roar, as I finish coming.

  She drags her hot little tongue up the length of me and pops off, a smug smile in place. I vecking love seeing her pleased with herself.

  I moan and lie back onto the hoverdisk, panting, my whole body going limp with the release. “Vecking stars,” I exclaim. “I never knew it could be so good.”

  Riya

  Satisfaction soars through me, and a tenderness I never expected. Damn. I need to keep my emotions out of this. I can’t fall in love with these males because some planet rotation soon I may have to leave this—them.

  But there’s no time for those thoughts, because Tarren lifts me to my feet. “My turn,” he growls, backing up and sitting on the edge of the hoverdisk.

  Jax doesn’t protest, he only looks amused, which is a relief. I’m not sure what I would do if the males started fighting over me.

  Somehow Tarren’s removed his clothing while I was sucking Ronan off and holy Earth. He’s a giant, ripped with muscles so defined I could use them as handholds to climb.

  “I want you straddling my lap,” he growls. “Like the previous planet rotation in the medbay.”

  Thrills of excitement wing through me. He’s remembered the scene with as much desire as I have. But when he grips the base of his shaft, I freeze just before I swing my leg over his rock-hard thighs.

  Damn.

  If I thought Ronan was big, Tarren is a beast. How am I ever going to fit him in?

  “I brought lubricant,” Ronan offers, still sprawled on his back on the hoverdisk watching. He points to the box he came in with.

  Jax gets up and rummages through it, holding up items that should give me worry. A leather paddle. A strap. A cane. Some huge phalluses. A bottle of lubricant with a pump. He tosses it to Tarren, who wastes no time in dispensing it and swathing it over his huge member.

  My chest gets tight. Memories of being forced flash through my head.

  Jax comes up to stand behind me, hands on my shoulders. “Easy, Riya. There’s nothing to be afraid of. He’s putting you on top. You know what that means, don’t you?”

  I bite my lip trying to stuff down the irrational terror that has me shaking. I try to focus on Jax’s words, because I know they make sense. I nod. Tarren’s giving me the control. I’ll be on top.

  Tarren opens his large arms and I stumble forward, falling into him. In a moment, I’m straddling his lap, just as he asked, but it feels more like an embrace. My face is tucked into his neck and I’m breathing in his scent.

  His cock twitches and I realize I’m right up on him, my clit pressing down on the base of his impressive length, which juts up between us. “This is how badly I wanted you the previous planet rotation,” he says when he catches me looking between our bodies.” He palms my ass and pulls me tighter, which has the effect of dragging my clit over his hard flesh.

/>   I gasp.

  “Go ahead, little girl. Rub that juicy pussy all over my malehood. This is what you wanted to be doing back in that medbay, wasn’t it?”

  I flush, but I know he’s right. My body exalts in the pleasure of grinding down, satisfying the growing need between my legs.

  He kneads and squeezes my ass, helping me rock over him. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you, could I?”

  I close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation, the pleasure blooming hotter and hotter in my core.

  “You were so vecking magnificent out on that battlefield, trying to drag the bodies in all by yourself.”

  I open my eyes and look at him. It’s the second time he’s talked about me. Really about me. He sees beyond the choosing of a breeder for Zandian babies.

  Needing to give him something back—or maybe just to satisfy my own needs, I don’t know anymore—I reach down between us and tuck the head of his enormous cock into my entrance.

  He’s big, but it feels so right. Like perfection. My natural lubricant mixes with the one he applied, and he slides in a little more when I rock forward.

  We both groan.

  Jax reaches around and palms my breasts, and I buck, taking another few inches. “Show us how you wanted to please yourself with Tarren last planet rotation,” he murmurs in my ear.

  It’s all the encouragement I need. As three pairs of eyes, all burning with lust and appreciation watch me, I impale myself on Tarren’s cock, taking him as deep as I can.

  His fingers tighten on my ass with a bruising force, but I love it—I love every moment of seeing these males come undone because of what I do to them. What we’re doing is so different from my past that I stop drawing comparisons. This is passion. It’s communion. It’s an exchange between willing players.

  I drop my head back and moan, letting Tarren move my hips. He goes slowly at first, like I’m made of glass and might break, but each time he pulls me over his cock, it gets easier to take him. I stretch and let him fill me. He can’t get his full length in, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His lips draw back to bare his clenched teeth and his arms shake with the effort of holding back.