by Bethany Aan
“Group?” she squeaked out, that one word finally sinking in. She looked from one man to the other, noticed their discomfort. “How many men are we talking?”
“Well, men, I’d say about five.” Drake cleared his throat, color moving into his cheeks. She stared in disbelief. “But there will be at least one woman.”
Christine made an inarticulate sound in her throat.
“And possibly one or two non-humanoid species.”
She definitely squeaked again.
“And this is the only way?” she whispered forlornly. He brushed a tear from her cheek. He mistook her sadness for being violated or forced to do something she didn’t want to do, but the truth was, she just didn’t want to do it with anyone else but him and Hamm. She wasn’t ready for that yet. Was she?
“I’m sorry, little one, but yes. They won’t accept anything else. They have enough money to make or break three galactic systems. To them, this is sport... nothing more. Their power is in being able to get whatever they want, whenever they want it, however they want it. And they have the fire power to ensure cooperation, no matter what. It’s either let them ‘play’ with you, or we all die.”
She thought for a long time, gulped, and then nodded. Looking down into her lap, she realized that her seemingly gentle introduction to her new life was about to take a nosedive. But there was no help for it. Knowing there was no help for it, she nodded. She closed her eyes as the lights dimmed and the men began removing her clothing.
“We don’t know much about them, but rumors abound about the things they will do with their consorts and captives,” Hamm began in his ‘teaching’ voice. He removed his shirt. Padding over in his bare feet and nothing but his pants, which were half undone, Drake dropped before her and offered her a very large chalice of wine. She offered him a weak smile.
“Will it be that bad?” she asked softly. Her fingers touched his cheek lightly. “I trust you, you know. I know you won’t hurt me or ask anything that I will deny you.”
“You don’t know that,” he said, his voice intense. “This first time... you’ll want this. I promise you. If nothing else, it will ease the ache.”
That alarmed her a bit, considering that she knew these men well enough now to know that they’d never knowingly do anything to hurt her. Taking the chalice, she took a nice, healthy swig of the wine, allowing the cool fruitiness to slide into her. Hamm murmured to drink up. For once she didn’t question... she just did.
After only a few minutes, the glass was half empty, and her head was already spinning with the effects of the wine. They’d discovered shortly after setting out, that she didn’t have a head for wine. It made her giggly and rather horny, and all kinds of delightful things. But it didn’t take much at all for that to happen, and her head ached like crazy the next day. If they were pressing the wine on her now, she knew that whatever was to come would be trying, to say the least. Or would shock her to the core. Giggling at the thought, knowing that nothing about her core could possibly shock her at this point, she laid back on the bed and watched as the men finished undressing and came to her.
Lying one on each side of her, they turned her onto her side, facing Drake, and cuddled close. Hamm’s kisses on the back of her neck and her soft shoulders made her shiver with happy goose bumps. Drake, in front of her, claimed her with a deep, thorough kiss that had her toes curling and her bottom wiggling into the haven of Hamm’s hips. His cock nudged her back and she laughed delightedly as she rolled more fully onto her back and reached to take him firmly in hand. Drake continued his kisses down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone a bit, setting her to trembling, then delighted her by scooping up her breast and plumping it for his eager lips and tongue. She sighed happily, her hand gliding up and down Hamm’s massive cock. She marveled that less than a month ago, she hadn’t even known the name for it. They had enlightened her. That, and a few other body parts that now had marvelous names.
“I love your cock, you know,” she told Hamm breezily. His teeth nipped at her neck, bringing forth a shuddering giggle. “It’s so big and hard and hot, and it fills me up so nicely. I love it when you’re pounding into me like you’re digging for gold.”
He chuckled against her shoulder, his hand coming around to massage her other breast. She sighed contentedly, languorous in her inebriation, delighting in the sensations of two mouths, four hands, two hard male bodies, and two cocks at her disposal.
Thinking about it, she suddenly wanted one of them right now. Laughing, she rolled over, jamming Drake back onto the bed and coming up over him until she was straddling his hips. His cock rode, hard and hot, between her nether lips. Delighted by the friction that her position gave her, she laughed. Feeling incredibly sexy and sensuous, he reached up to gather her hair high onto her head, before releasing it in a silky spill down her back.
“I love that feeling,” she breathed, rocking forward very slowly, then back. Not taking him in, but drenching him in her dew. The friction was wonderful. She wondered what else she could do this way.
His hands glided up to cup her breasts lovingly, and he pulled her down just enough so that he could rear up and grab her nipple between his teeth, his arms clamping around her and holding her fast. He growled ferociously as he nipped and nibbled, sucked and bit, teasing and taunting her. She gasped and shivered, clasping his head to her breast, and threw back her head in submission.
“Yes!” she sobbed. She shifted her hips just a bit, accidentally taking the head of him into her. She gasped at the sudden but very welcome intrusion. He groaned around her breast, sucking hard as his hips shifted and he slid neatly into her. They both cried out at the sensation, then went still for just a moment, staring into each others’ eyes as the throbbing connection was made.
Then he leaned back, half-reclining against the headboard, arranging her legs to either side of him, bending her forward so that she was almost laying on him. Slowly, sensually, he guided her hips up one long stroke, and down again, showing her how to please herself.
Her eyes widened in delight at the control this new position gave her, and she artlessly wiggled her hips a bit, grinding her clit against his pubic hair. He groaned and arched her back so that he could suckle her again, his tongue rolling and laving, pressing, his teeth applying gentle pressure, then sharper, then gentle again, his lips easing the sting from the bite. She gasped and shuddered, moving a bit faster as she got the hang of it. A smile crossed her face and she laughed out loud.
“Now,” Drake said quietly, stilling her for a moment. She looked at him, the smile dying at the look in his eyes. “This is going to be a bit of a shock for you, but I want you to relax and just enjoy it. Okay? We haven’t done anything you haven’t liked so far, have we?” She mutely shook her head. He ran his fingers through the hair at the sides of her head, bending her down to kiss her hungrily.
Behind her, Hamm moved into position. She felt his cock against her bottom as Drake let her sit up a bit. Hamm’s hands moved around to her front, cupping and squeezing her breasts, rolling her nipples, encouraging her until she was moaning with her pleasure. Drake took over without her noticing. All she knew was that she had a cock in her cunt and that skilled hands and mouths were on her body. That was all she needed.
A moment later, she felt Hamm’s hand glide slowly down her back, as though exploring. It felt nice, the touching. She relaxed a bit toward him, trusting him. Those hands moved to cup her hips, rocked her a bit, then swept over the cleft of her bottom. S
he trembled at the new sensation of his fingers exploring that dark cleft, which was fairly open to him with her impaled on Drake as she was. Drake reached down and found her clit, rolling it between his fingers, distracting her.
She didn’t know what had happened for a moment, but suddenly there was a finger in her ass, and she was throbbing around it.
All three of them stilled as Hamm very slowly, very deliberately, slid his middle finger into her up to the knuckle. She sucked in a breath, her anus tig
htening around his finger for a moment, but Drake took hold of her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
“Look at me, love,” he whispered. His hips rolled very slowly, his hand grinding against her clit once. “It will only hurt a bit the first time, and after that... you might just come to like it.”
“What...” she shuddered in a breath as another finger joined the first in her ass. Hamm slowly pulled them both out, then slid them back in, using something slick and tingly for lubrication. A tremor went through her. She wasn’t sure if she liked the sensation or not, but she cuddled into Drake’s embrace as they all stilled long enough for her to adjust to the new invasion. A long moment passed before Hamm slid in and out again, and this time it didn’t hurt nearly as much. She felt so full, with Drake in her twat and Hamm’s fingers in her ass. She peeked up at Drake, who was watching her face intently.
“Is this what they’ll want to do?” she whispered. He slowly nodded, then shook his head.
“There’s more,” he whispered back. She started when Drake produced the wine chalice and held it to her lips, ordering her to drink up. Holding his gaze, she did so, enjoying the taste and the cool slide of it down her throat.
A bit of the wine dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. Drake’s hungry eyes followed the path of that droplet until it trembled on the tip of her breast, then he growled and attacked the breast, laving the wine from it. Hamm’s fingers set up a harder, faster rhythm. She trembled between them, her body caught between a rock and a hard place, and loving it. She closed her eyes to feel more, but Hamm’s fingers slid out of her.
Startled, she felt his cock knock against Drake’s at her cunt, and she sucked in a breath when he slid a bit into her, gliding shallowly in and out a few times. God, she was so full! Two men in her cunt! She’d never have guessed it was possible, then she was angry that they hadn’t told her! Relaxing and crying out in pleasure, she thrust back toward Hamm while keeping Drake deep inside her.
“Oh god!” Hamm growled, sliding deeper into her. His dick slid along Drake’s, spreading and stretching her, forcing all sorts of wonderful sensations to rampage through her. Finally, after several long minutes of rhythmic stroking, he pulled out, and she felt the emptiness for a moment. But then she felt the head of his shaft at her anus, and she stilled once more.
Drake froze beneath her, watching her face carefully as Hamm very slowly nudged his way into her tight ass. She sucked in a shuddering breath, but tried to relax as he deepened the stroke. He would push in a bit, then pull out, push in a bit further, then pull out. Drake held her firmly by the hips, not allowing her to move or even to wiggle, as Hamm slowly filled her.
She cried out softly and collapsed against Drake’s chest as Hamm slid the final little bit into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Gods above, but she was packed. The men stayed still for long moments, touching her, soothing her. Drake tenderly stroked her hair from her face, while Hamm cuddled her from behind, his hard body shaking from the effort of controlling himself. She knew that they both wanted to move. She wanted them to. But she didn’t, at the same time.
“Is this it?” she asked in a quavering voice, her ass throbbing with a bit of pain. Not enough to ask them to stop, but enough to give her pause. Drake smiled up at her.
“Not yet,” he said, his promise against her lips as his hands tightened on her hips. She closed her eyes at the sensation as he ever so slowly pulled out of her, almost all the way. His cock hovered, just an inch or so still in her, until she whimpered with need, then he slid smoothly back into her. She could feel the two cocks spreading her, could feel Drake sliding against Hamm within her, feel the friction and the pressure against her inner walls. Sobbing out their names, she collapsed against Drake.
As though that was a signal, the men looked at each other and fell into a slow rhythm. Drake would start the glide, Hamm would join in, and they moved in and out, perfectly timed to massage her inside and out. Drake’s hand moved between their bodies, finding her hidden nubbin and pinching it into aching arousal. She cried out against his neck. Hamm reached around her with one hand and held tightly to her breast, rolling the nipple firmly around, distracting her from the heavy gliding within her ass. She sobbed and trembled between them, her body unable to help her, as they set up a faster pace, a pounding rhythm that took her breath and sent her blood throbbing through her veins.
“Please!” She cried out, rearing back at one point, her hands fisting in Drake’s hair. She attacked his mouth, kissing him with a passion none of them had known her capable of, as Hammand Drake pounded deeply into her. She’d ache long into the night, but right now... bliss. Tossing her head back, she allowed laughter to escape her, reveling in the sensations barreling through her body.
“I can’t!” Hamm shuddered behind her, then thrust himself as deeply as he could go, holding himself there as he shot into her. She whimpered with need, throbbing along with him, on the edge of something powerful.
As Hamm’s big body shook and trembled behind her, Drake growled and grabbed her hips, moving her enough to create an incredible friction within her. Hamm still deep inside her, but unmoving, Drake thrusting into her for all he was worth, gritting his teeth in a grimace she found arousing, she felt the momentum build, her own walls throbbing in time to his thrusts, until he leaned forward, growling into her face, “Come with me, dammit!”
“Yes!” She screamed, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly as he ground against her, as deep to the hilt as he could possibly go. Hamm held her from behind, steadying her, as his dick still pulsed with aftershocks in her ass.
It was too much. With a wild cry, she threw back her head and released. A shimmering light went through her, taking her wit and her breath, and she felt like she was soaring far above the clouds, hot, free, her body exploding all around her. Her nipples throbbed, her cunt was dragging hungrily on Drake’s cock, and even her ass was gripping and releasing Hamm’s thickness in time to her orgasm. All three of them cried out, clutching at one another, until it was over.
Hamm was the first to move, knowing that he was too heavy for her. Reluctantly, he slid from her body, loving the way she trembled with each fraction of an inch that he moved. God, had any woman ever responded to him like this? He watched, mesmerized, as Drake then slid ever so slowly out of her, dragging it out, staring deeply into her eyes. They were both breathing harshly, trying to catch their breaths, but every few seconds, a tremor would run through her, and she’d whimper a bit as Drake gained another tiny bit of freedom.
Hamm wandered over and started the bath, knowing that they all needed one. Drake finally slid free of her, holding her close as she came back to herself.
As the realization of what they’d just done swept through her, Christine sobbed once and buried her face into Drake’s chest. He chuckled deeply, not allowing her to hide. He forced her to look up at him.
“Don’t be ashamed,” he told her quietly.
“But...” she breathed, then stopped, unsure of what to say.
“You’re an incredibly passionate woman, Christine,” he assured her. “Never, ever, feel shame in that.” She watched him a long moment, then nodded. He grinned. “So... did you like that, you little hellcat?”
She bit her lower lip, then blushed furiously as she nodded again.
“Good. Hamm, head’s up!”
With no more warning than that, he scooped her up, ignoring her yelp of surprise, and tossed her neatly to Hamm. The first mate caught her securely, enjoyed a bit of her struggling, then jumped into the pool with her. She gasped as the comfortably cool water washed over her, enjoyed the sensation against her abused ass and cunt, and held onto Hamm for just a bit as her body adjusted to the water temperature.
Drake joined them, dragging over a tray full of soaps, oils, and powders.
The two men enjoyed themselves, washing her oh so thoroughly, and then laid her back on the edge of the pool and took turns orally ‘inspecting’ her to make sure s
he was, indeed, squeaky clean.
By the time they were finished with her, she needed another bath, and so did they. But she couldn’t help them. She was as limp as wet toast. They didn’t dare leave her to tend to herself, as she kept limply sliding back into the water whenever they let go of her. She tried, oh she tried. She even laughed a bit when she realized just how useless her arms and legs were at the moment.
They dried her off, then laid her on the bed and both of them massaged her deeply, not in a sexual way, but just rubbing down her entire over-worked body with scented oil. Incapable of speech, she merely rolled her head a bit and moaned.
By the time the oil had soaked into her skin and she was almost asleep, they tucked her under the covers. Drake lingered a moment after Hamm walked away, just looking at the deceptively fragile little woman in the bed. Tenderly, he smoothed her hair away from her face. She smiled slightly and snuggled into his touch, rubbing her cheek against his palm before settling back down. Drake’s expression was one of fierce protectiveness, possession, and a longing that Hamm had never thought to see in his friend.
Hamm watched Drake with her for a moment, then smiled to himself.
“I’ll take first watch tonight,” he told his friend, winking. Drake, yawning hugely, nodded his thanks, then crawled into bed with Christine. He tucked her up against his body, cupped a heavy breast in his hand, and they were both soundly asleep before Hamm had cleared the room. He chuckled to himself all the way down the hall.
Drake was smitten.
Good thing he, himself, was immune.
He’d never fall for a bit of snatch.
Whistling contentedly, he took himself off to the cockpit for his watch.
Drake awoke several hours later from a dream of sunshine and butterflies. His nose was buried in Christine’s neck. She smelled wonderful, an intriguing mix of sex and innocence. But all woman. Tiny as she was, she had made a huge impact on him. He hugged her closer for just a moment, but stilled when she grumpily shook him off. A delicate snore had his lips twitching in amusement. They had learned early on that she wasn’t one to be awakened easily, and she could be quite petulant if they tried.
