by Aubrey Cara
Arms grab me from behind, lifting me up in a tight enough squeeze to steal my breath. Kein. His face is buried in my hair and he’s sniffing me. Palming my breasts.
My arms are pinned to my sides, and I’m forced to accept his strange groping, my eyes bulging as I glance up at Cal. Though not as menacing as he was before, his face is still a stony mask.
“We will not be given another human if you break this one.”
Cal’s words run like ice water through my veins. A harsh reminder a few kind gestures does not make them compassionate men.
Kein’s hold on me loosens, and I pull at his arms. He allows me to step away from him. I need some perspective. Between them and the blue men, they seem the lesser of two evils, but I don’t know.
“What exactly is it you two want from me?”
“We have been chosen to fuck you,” Cal says with blunt force.
My eyebrows go up. While all their words are concisely articulated, English is definitely not their first language.
“You are our mate now,” Kein says, playing the diplomat. “We have been chosen to impregnate you.”
Chosen. Like it’s their work detail for the day.
I look them over. My heart flutters to see they are sporting serious erections behind their pants as they eye me. I guess they’re pleased with their new duty.
My instantaneous reaction at the sight is unnerving, to say the least. I should be disgusted. I’m feeling like a cornered lamb. I should not want to be led to slaughter.
“And if I don’t get pregnant?” I ask, dancing around my real question—what happens if I say no? But I already know what happens. They take me anyway.
“You will be experimented on and dissected before your termination,” Cal answers.
His words hit me like a physical blow. He didn’t even have to think about it. That is exactly what will happen if I don’t allow these men to fuck me. Impregnate me.
If you are lucky, your salvation. Kein’s words ring through my mind, and I know now what he meant. The only way I’m safe is if they do this.
Anxiety constricts my chest at the thought of allowing them into my body. Permitting them to create a new life inside me. A beautiful process turned base and ugly.
“Be at peace,” Kein says, his deep voice soothing. “It is likely you have already conceived. The Zapex will not harm you while you are carrying.”
Pregnant.
Hadn’t I thought that myself? I put a protective hand to my stomach. The thought of carrying a baby in no way alleviates my fears. With a baby comes a whole new set of worries.
Cal nods. “Many of our scanners and handheld communicators have not been working since we passed through a wormhole to expedite travel time back to the Zapex’s world, Jar’jn. For now, they have no way of knowing if you conceived or not.”
“This just gives us more time to ensure our essence has taken root,” Kein adds. “You belong to us now. We will not forsake you.” His words are like a sacred vow, and he’s glaring at his brother with intent.
Maybe they’re not both onboard Team Mate. That’s fine. I never asked for any of this either.
“Let say I am pregnant,” I say, returning the men’s attention to me.
Kein adds, “And you are safe.”
I nod. “Yes, and I’m safe. What then happens when I have the baby?”
The men say nothing, their silence speaking louder than words. The sick blue aliens would take my baby. My eyes well up. “I would rather die.” My words come out as a breath, my throat thick.
“We will keep you safe.” Kein scowls, seemingly offended.
My stomach in a knot, I look between the two men, horrified and disgusted by what they’ve willingly been sent to do to me. Tears spill down my cheeks as I try to race around them to get to the door.
With a hard shove, all the air is knocked out of me. Cal has me pressed to the cold wall before I can blink. His fist in my hair. The other at my throat. I’m pinned, feet dangling off the ground, clutching at his wrist.
“Death is not your fate, female.” His words are more threat than reassurance, his voice a low, menacing rumble.
My skin prickles with heat even as icy cold fingers of fear trace down my spine. I scrunch my eyes closed.
“We will protect you,” he adds. Even from myself, it seems. “And we will mate you.”
My breath catches as his mouth covers mine. His kiss is an invasion. A demand. I fight, but he’s a huge man. His supremacy over me is immense. He’s not asking for control; he is taking it.
His large hand moves from my throat to grab my ass, pulling me up to rock against him. His hard length scrapes my exposed folds, the coarse material of his pants chafing.
I push against him in protest even as I groan in his mouth, nearly coming from the painful friction. My frayed emotions are turning tide against me.
“You will obey us in everything,” he growls against my mouth. His grinding rhythm making it hard for me to focus. “You belong to us now.” His grip in my hair makes my eyes sting as he pulls my head back. “Is that understood?”
I nod, swallowing back a sob as my core tightens in little tremors.
His kiss this time is more leisurely but no less devastating. Cupping my ass, he turns me from the wall. A body presses to my back. I startle as a new set of rough hands begin exploring me. Another mouth tasting me.
Two men.
At the same time.
I’ve never been with two men. It’s too much.
I gasp, overwhelmed by sensation. I try to push away, but Cal growls against my mouth, his grip on me tightening. Kein’s callused fingertips brush over my sex. My mind spins in panic. His fingers delve into my heat with ease. Tears of shame sting my eyes at how wet I am.
“She is already lubricating,” Kein says with approval. “You are ready for us, little mate.”
Terror grips me at the thought of them fucking me. At the horror of how much I want them to. With more strength than I realize I possess, I push at them, bringing up my legs to kick out. Screaming my denial, I scratch and claw.
My world is turned upside down. Wind is knocked from me as I’m thrown over a thick thigh. Without warning, a palm comes down on my ass with a stinging force that jolts through my body, stealing my breath. “No!” I cry.
A grip at the back of my neck holds me down.
My captor sits on some kind of hover chair with no legs and spanks again. “You will not defy us.” His palm comes down again and I flinch, tensing my cheeks. “You will not deny us what your body craves.”
Again his hand comes down with vicious certainty and my skin prickles with heat. Warmth unfurls low in my belly. And it’s all the more humiliating because I’m not sedated. Alien drugs are not pumping through my body making me feel this way. Yet I have to hold back a moan with each stinging strike igniting my flesh.
Tears slide down my face.
I try to move. Stand. Squirm away, but I’m immobile. Powerless to his hold firmly keeping me in place for every gloriously awful swat.
Arousal seeps from my folds. A thick lump of shame forms in my throat, choking me.
Strong thighs shift under me, an erection pulsing at my hip. The strikes slow, and I fight, rocking back in acceptance even as a sob shakes me. He gently squeezes my abused flesh, and I can’t bite back my whimper as throbbing warmth fills me.
A tentative hand slides back to my sex. My body stills, my eyes closing as large fingers push into me, stretching me.
“Are you always this lubricated?” Cal’s velvet and steel voice, full of awe, does nothing to soothe my embarrassment.
“No,” I choke out. Another tear of humiliation rolls to my hairline as sticky trails of wetness coat my thighs. I’ve never been so aroused in my life.
“So this is just for us?” Kein asks. He’s kneeling behind me, his breath warm puffs of air on my sex.
I bite my lip as I gush more warmth on Cal’s fingers.
Cal chuckle is that of surprised pleasu
re. “You are a wonder, female.”
I’m about to correct him. My name is Allyson. Allyson Hendricks. But his slick fingers have left me empty and are now tracing circles on my exposed pucker.
I snap my legs closed, clenching my cheeks in panic. “No, not there,” I cry, my voice a shrill shriek.
Kein bites my tender ass, hard, in reprimand. Strong hands easily pry my legs apart. Cal’s fist at the back of my neck still holds me down.
“Relax and let him explore,” Kein says. “You must learn to trust and obey us. We will not harm you.”
My throbbing ass tells a different tale. Our definitions of harm may be skewed, but I still, willing myself to relax. To calm. This is obviously going to happen whether I want it or not. Fighting will only make it more painful.
“It has been said,” Cal says, his voice full of dark promise. “That some human females can reach their pleasure just from this.” He gathers more of my arousal, wetting me until he can push a broad finger in. “I believe you are one of those females.”
Silently, I shake my head in denial, clutching at his pant leg as he eases out and pushes in with another finger. The stretch burns but also awakens nerve endings I didn’t know could be awakened. I’ve never been touched there. Not even by my doctor. Not even by myself.
Kein’s warm mouth settles over my sex as Cal’s finger pumps inside me. Heat rushes through me, infuses me. Kein eagerly laps my honey with his wide tongue.
Eyes clutched shut, I fight the pleasure racing through my body, not wanting to give over to this violation. Give in.
Thick fingers spear into my folds, fill my sex, setting up a different tempo to the digits already stretching me. A tongue circles my clit, teeth graze over the nerve bundle in alternate licks and sucks.
“We can sense how much you crave release. Let yourself go, female,” Cal says from above me, his fingers working inside me even as he holds me down with his other hand.
I shake in my effort to hold off, perspiration kissing my skin.
It only serves to make quivers of sensation race down my spine. My orgasm takes me without permission, swamping my traitorous body. My eyes closed tight, tremors radiate from my sex and back on a choked cry of completion.
Thankfully, their ministrations ease and fingers and tongues leave me empty.
“Very good. And now we mate.” Cal’s growled decree sends a shiver of anticipation and dread through me.
Chapter Four
ALLYSON
“I-I can’t take both of you.” My voice is wisp of sound. I warily eye Cal’s massive erection clearly outlined in his pants as he eases me up to stand between his thighs.
My bottom still aches from being stretched by his fingers. I feel faint at the thought of him putting his large cock in me there.
He cups my cheek, the gesture as oddly comforting as it is out of place. “No, not this time. But you will.”
My sex clenches at the dictate. He kisses me in a languid meeting of the mouths, his tongue exploring and tasting. Mine accepting but timid.
“You will take my brother, and then you will take me,” he says against my lips.
Kein pulls me back by my hips then push down between my shoulder blades until my cheek rests on Cal’s thigh. My stomach clenches as I brace myself. The oversized shirt I’m wearing slides down and bunches at my neck and shoulders. Cal tears it off me and throws it to the floor, ’leaving me naked once again.
“She is so lush,” Kein says, his voice deep and worshipful. “We have never experienced one such as you, little human.” He runs a hand up and down my back, gripping my hips, his hot erection making wet trails on my ass. “Just like this, my little zepka,” he says, his rumbling purr full of sensual promise. “I will take you just like this.”
Clutching Cal’s legs, I try to tune out what’s happening to me. To disconnect. But I feel every callus of Cal’s large hands as they settle on my shoulders, holding me in place. The warmth of Kein’s cock lining up to my delicate flesh. His grip on my hips.
I gasp as his girth forges its way in, stretching me, forcing my body to yield to him. He holds inside me letting my body adjust to his size.
“That is it, little one. Let your body relax around me.” Panting I do try to relax, but every ridge and bump of him presses tightly against my inner walls. My sex twitches, and we both groan.
Cal reaches under me to palm my breasts. My nipples are extra sensitive from having to wear those electrodes each day, and every pinch makes my body tighten.
He eases back to release himself from the confines of his pants. Right in front of my face. He strokes down his weeping length and back up again. I gush new wet heat on Kein’s cock at the sight, and his grip tightens on my hips.
Cal’s fist wends its way through my hair, tilting my head back. “Open. I want your mouth,” he growls. I swallow nervously. I’ve never been one for going down on guys, but the site of Cal’s cock makes my sex clench and my mouth water. He watches me expectantly.
Steadying myself on his thighs as Kein pumps into me, I cautiously lick up Cal’s velvety length. I expect a musky scent, a heady taste. Though it seems the same as a human cock, his taste is almost sweet. I bite back my moan of enjoyment when Kein hits the tender, magical spot inside me.
Kein groans a curse. It does not translate. He pumps into me harder, and Cal watches intently as I ease my mouth over him. I try to concentrate on my ministrations, but Kein working inside me makes all my thoughts scatter. Semen dribbles out in a continuous stream. It tastes faintly like pineapple. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the rich flavor until I’m sucking, my mouth stretched wide over him, a hedonistic force over taking me.
Unexpected feminine satisfaction and power zing through me at the sound of his hitched breath.
Cal’s grip in my hair holds me steady as Kein begins to pound into me. I can’t hold back my moans, and lose any rhythm or finesse I may have had as my body spasms. Cal takes over, pumping into my mouth, wrapping my hand around his base with his own, using me to jack him off.
Overwhelmed, I’m defenseless to the men as they work into me.
Wet sloppy sounds of skin slapping and the hum of our moans fill the room, a disharmony of orgasmic pleasure. My pulse pounding in my ears nearly drowns it out.
Kein is growing impossibly large inside me, making me whimper and try to pull away. It’s too much. A thick ridge presses on that perfect spot. I’m ripped apart. Shattered. Screaming around Cal as I buck back. Kein floods me with warmth until it spills out trickling down my thighs, and I’m still coming. Writhing.
Cal holds me down on his cock until my eyes are streaming and my throat works. He pulls me off him and warmth spurts against my lips. Over my breasts. But he’s still hard, his face a mask of hungry intent.
The second Kein disengages from me, Cal has me on the floor, my legs spread wide as he plunges inside me in powerful, hard strokes.
I feel split in two. My screams come out choked. My nails dig in and claw at his shoulders and back. My body locked in an orgasm near painful in its intensity, I want him off me as much as I want him deeper inside me.
“Please,” I pant, not knowing what I’m begging for.
His length expanded, I’m overfull, but still he thrusts against me. Reaching between us, he rubs a thumb down and over my clit. White stars explode behind my eyes. My body shakes with intensity. He shouts above me as warmth fills me to overflowing.
I quake, riding the clouds to oblivion.
CAL
I was not going to touch her again. My brother is already emotionally attached in a way not conceivable for our kind. But the scent of her when we went to her cell had my cock aching. I felt her despair when she thought of having her infant taken from her and wanted to wipe all Zapex from existence in order to protect her.
She is a weakness.
Cursing, I roll to my back with her in my arms, still lodged deep inside her. Even unconscious, she makes little grunting sex sounds each time my co
ck twitches. The sounds and sensation of her supple form sprawled over my chest make me want to take her again. I wonder if this is what it is like for the humans. This constant appetite.
The female’s own weaknesses weaved around her arousal, making it grow. It must be a human trait.
My cybernetic sensor alerts me of a temperature shift in our cabin. The mat at my back heats.
“Her skin is horripilating. I do not want her to get cold,” Kein says to my questioning look as he flops down beside me.
Her skin is covered in bumps from being chilled, and I was too lost in thought to notice. Distracted. Carelessly unguarded. I disgust myself.
“We must move our mats together so we may have more room to share her.”
I grunt in agreement. I care not. He can take her for himself, and I will just avail myself of her body. It would be safer that way. My arms tighten around her small body in instinctive protest to giving up my equal share.
Kein has a lock of her hair around his finger as he traces the contours of her face, over her lips. I know he is fascinated with her. She is unlike anything we have ever known.
“How was her mouth?”
Transcendent. I will carry the image and feel of her tongue lapping up my essence for all my days. I would die happy with her mouth around my cock. “Her cunt is better.”
He makes a sound of disbelief. He knows me too well.
I am feeling an affection for her, he says through our mind link, confirming my fears. It is not safe for our kind to develop attachments. We both know this, but I seem to be the only rational one. She is pregnant, he continues.
I work to not even twitch in reaction, but my heart rate spikes and my internal sensor works to even it. How do you know?
When I tasted her. I am surprised we cannot smell it.
I am, too. The Zapex rely heavily on extrasensory perception through touch, but their physical senses are nearly as strong as ours. If we cannot smell it, neither can they. This gives us more time.
