Night of the Zandians

by Renee Rose

  Tarren slides one hand underneath my belly and presses his fingers up into me with his other hand while he presses the plug again to my entrance.

  As he strokes me from below, I relax, and then he pushes the plug in again. This time I’m ready, and his fingers on my clit are driving me insane.

  “Good girl, legs nice and wide, muscles loose,” encourages Jax, as Tarren presses the device further into me, and it seats itself.

  Jax brushes my clit. “You see?” he says. “The pain is gone now, yes?”

  I nod. “Yes.” It feels odd, though, foreign.

  Tarren gives me a little slap across the buttocks. “It’s not as large as Jax’s cock will be, but it’s enough to open you up for him.”

  Flutters surge in my stomach at this. Something even bigger?

  “And it will feel even tighter,” Tarren says calmly, “because you’ll have my cock inside you as well. But first we’ll get you ready.”

  He lies me down on the hoverdisk, spreads my legs, and kneels beside me. He leans down and puts his mouth to my nipple and I cry out, instant desire surging. It feels amazing, and when Jax puts his head between my thighs to lick my clit, it ratchets my need higher. The constant flicking at my clit and nipples is phenomenal, and soon I’m writhing as I try to push my body up to their mouths.

  “Look at her clit,” Jax says in amazement. “So swollen.”

  “She’s even wetter than before,” Tarren adds. “I think she’s ready for us to take her.”

  He leans over me to look into my eyes. “Riya, do you want Jax to put his cock into your ass?”

  I can barely breathe, and the words come immediately. “Yes, I want it.”

  Jax gets up and sits back, his thighs partly spread.

  “Come on.” Tarren sits on the edge himself and pulls me closer. “Let’s take out that plug now so Jax can replace it with his cock.”

  “Yes, please, please,” I murmur. I don’t even care if it hurts. If his cock in my ass means an orgasm, he can put it there as often as he wants.

  Tarren picks me up as easily as if I were made of air. “When I lower you down, keep your ass cheeks loose,” he says. “I’ll let you stand on the floor and lower yourself onto Jax’s cock. If you go slowly, it won’t hurt.”

  “Yes,” I whisper, and he rubs more lubricant around my tight hole.

  “Now,” he tells me, setting me onto Jax’s lap and allowing me to stand, my thighs parted, my ass cleft pressing down against Jax’s hard, straining cock. “Wiggle until you feel him at the very entrance, then lower down.”

  Jax takes my hips into his hands. “Like this, Riya.”

  At first, it feels like the plug, but as he presses me downward, his cock pressing further into my body, his greater width makes it a much tighter fit.

  “Oh,” I gasp, as the pain increases.

  “Ease up,” suggests Tarren, and bends over to lick my nipples. “Riya, you look so vecking amazing like this, your pussy wet for us to veck, so obedient, sinking down onto Jax’s cock. You’re the hottest being in the galaxy right now.”

  I stand back up to relieve the burn, and Jax’s strong hands hold my hips, and now Tarren has his hands on my shoulders, providing a firm pressure while he sucks my nipples.

  Jax reaches around and strokes my clit, and soon enough I’m pushing into his fingers, all discomfort forgotten in the quest for pleasure.

  “The sooner you take my entire length, the sooner you will get accustomed to me,” Jax urges, and presses my hips downward.

  This time the lubrication and my arousal do the trick, and I find my body opening up, little by little, to accept his thick, hard cock. I gasp when I find myself on his thighs, his entire length inside me.

  “The first time is the worst,” Jax soothes me, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “It will be easier next time, Riya.”

  Even as he speaks, having him inside me feels good. Really good. He begins to move, his strong arms controlling me effortlessly on his cock. After a few minutes, he shifts me faster, harder, and a tingling need grows inside of me, somewhere deep, mysterious.

  “Oh, it feels so good,” I cry, breathless.

  Tarren groans. “Now it’s time for me, Riya.”

  Jax uses his hands on my hips to stand me up, his cock releasing from my ass with a pop, and hands me over to Tarren, who sits down and pulls me to straddle him. “You’re going to ride my cock, Riya,” he mutters, and it’s only a second later before he impales me onto his member. He’s even longer and thicker than Jax, and I’m relieved that he’s the one in my pussy. And Mother Earth, does it feel good. He’s pressing on all the parts of me that I like to stroke; even my clit rubs against him where our bodies mate.

  “Ride, Riya,” he orders.

  So I do. The minute I start, the rhythm makes itself known to me, and I find that I can control the depth and places he rubs me. He grabs my nipples and squeezes, twists them in his fingers, uses them as handles. It’s fantastic, and I pant, working my thighs to bounce harder.

  I barely notice Jax behind me, and when Tarren stops me from moving for a minute so Jax can spread my ass cheeks and apply more lubricant, I obediently loosen my muscles and tip up my hips so Jax can enter my ass more easily.

  At first it burns when Jax’s cock enters my ass, but within seconds it’s back to the bliss. I can’t tell where my body ends and theirs begin; all I know is that with two huge Zandian cocks in my ass and pussy, I’m going to die from pleasure. Jax pumps me hard from behind, and the force of his movements push me up and down on Tarren’s cock. Tarren assists by gripping my hips and adjusting me. I can smell Tarren’s body when I ride him, musky and like forest, and my own sex wafting up to me every time Jax pumps. I’m so wet I can hear my pussy making little squelching sounds on Tarren’s cock, and Jax’s groans each time he vecks me harder.

  “Are you close?” Tarren grunts.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Yes,” roars Jax.

  “Riya, you may come once both of us come,” Tarren orders.

  Jax stiffens and I feel his cock shoot hot fluid into me. At the same time, Tarren jerks in my pussy, and the feeling of being so full sets me off. I scream out my pleasure, falling into the most exquisite orgasm of my life. My whole body is full of glittering light and joy.

  When I awake, I’m on the hoverdisk in Tarren’s arms, with a soft cover over me. Jax lies beside us, his hand on top of my thigh through the blanket, and Ronan is on the other side, his hand on my ankle. I hold my breath, because Tarren’s stroking my hair, a gesture so tender—especially coming from him—that I don’t want to ruin the moment.

  But they all notice immediately. “Riya,” Tarren says, his voice gruff. “How are you feeling?”

  I shift experimentally. “I’m fine.” I flush. “Good.”

  My pussy and bottom feel used, but in a good way. The residual tinge feels nice, a reminder of what happened.

  “You are ours,” Ronan says, his voice confident and tender. “Truly ours.”

  “For always,” Jax adds, squeezing my thigh.

  Tarron just grunts, but he holds me tighter in his arms, and that act is so tender that tears come to my eyes.

  “Are you sad?” Ronan peers at me, blinking, muscles tense—as if he’s ready to do battle.

  “No.” I moisten my lips with my tongue. “Happy,” I croak. For the first time in my life, I think I’m truly happy.

  He growls, and the pleased look on his face is beyond joy. And as all four of us drift into sleep, Tarron keeps me in his arms. I’ve never slept better, or more soundly.

  5

  Ronan

  I awake early, when the gray dawn is just starting to turn pink and gold. My cousins are deep in slumber. Riya is dreaming still, her lashes fluttering on her cheeks, entangled in Tarren’s limbs. I assume we’ll figure out over time how to take turns being the one to hold her as she falls asleep.

  Heading out of the dome, I stand tall, enjoying the morning alone, as I survey our lan
d. A feeling of pride suffuses me, and a sense of duty. I’m not as strong or tall as Tarren or Jax, and I’m not the most handsome Zandian in the universe, so I need to work twice as hard to prove myself. I leave the dome and take a deep breath of air—fresh Zandian air, unpolluted now. I start organizing crates of equipment into piles—tools, foodstuffs, and clothing.

  As I wipe sweat from my brow, I sense her behind me. I turn in an instant and can’t resist smiling at her like an idiot, and I nearly trip in my haste to embrace her.

  “Good morning.” I pull her to me, awkward at first. But she enters my arms willingly and presses her cheek to my chest.

  “Hi.” She seems shy, a pink flush to her cheeks.

  “How are you?” I examine her face. “It’s a big change, coming here, to all of this. With us.” I wave my hand.

  “I’m content.” She meets my eyes. “Thank you.”

  This makes me exuberant. “I’m just sorry we all fell asleep last rotation without getting the chance to pleasure you again.” I want to give her so many orgasms, bring that look of sated joy to her face a million times, that she never needs to think again about the Ocretians. The instinct to protect her from pain surprises me with its ferocity.

  “I do enjoy the pleasure.” She flushes harder, but smiles.

  “And that’s just the start,” I tease her, relief and joy filling me. “We have so much more planned for your sweet body. And of course,” I hasten to add, not wanting her to think we only care about vecking her, “our lives together.”

  Her eyes widen, and at first I think she’s scared, but then I scent her arousal.

  “I can’t wait,” she says, and winds her fingers into mine. Her smile is wide and trusting, and she seems almost surprised at her own joy. “This is so unexpected,” she discloses, squeezing my hand.

  Lust kicks through me and I want to mate her again, but I assume she may need time to rejuvenate first. I clear my throat. “Do you want to tell me where to till the soil for seeds? We can get an early start.”

  Yes.” She nods. “I want our homestead to be the best one, the one that shows all the others how to do it.” Her voice rings out strong, and I smile. I vecking love seeing this competitive side of her. It matches well with ours. “We need to lead the way in new innovations. I’ve already been thinking…” she trails off and continues. “On the agrifarm, I experimented with a new recipe for fertilizer using a different ratio of nitrogen, to better fix it —you know that fixing means locking it down for less nitrogen loss, right? I also added more Vitamin B from the standard. And it resulted in faster growth and more fruit on the tomato vines. I’d like to try that here.”

  “Of course.” I nod. “I admit that your talk of nitrogen means as little to me as an Ocretian saying blah blah blah,”—and I make a face at her and draw out the syllables as if I’m drooling—“but I trust your judgement.”

  Jax said Riya was smart. I think she’s brilliant. Human slaves don’t learn to decipher or write with instruments. They are kept from communication devices that would give them knowledge. So the fact that she knows so much stuns me.

  I hope we can help her build her confidence—mates do that, I think, for each other.

  She laughs, a gorgeous sound, like a bird in flight, and her whole face glows. “That’s exactly how they sound.” She squeezes my fingers.

  I take a risk. “Blah blah blah, Riya, show me where to blah blah blah the soil,” I rumble at her, crossing my eyes and holding up my fingers like fangs, even though Ocretians don’t have fangs. I sense that mocking them is something she needs right now, and I want to give her whatever she desires.

  She laughs again and puts a hand to her mouth. “Oh, Mother Earth, this is hilarious.” She looks around as if someone might be watching, then laughs at that, too. “I love that we have our own place. And it’s safe.” She says the word as if it’s a treasure.

  I squeeze her to me. “Yes. As safe as we can make it. The only dangers here are our own flaws, Riya. And, of course, the wild beasts that live near the forests. They can be fierce, so we must avoid them. But there are no slave masters here. We own our destiny, now.”

  Together we look across the barren land, past the silvery edges of the dome shimmering in the Zandian sun.

  “Did I see water when we landed? Is there a stream here?” she asks. “Show me?”

  So I do. I take her hand, although it’s not necessary—she is nimble and quick—but I enjoy the warmth of her small, delicate fingers in mine. When we reach the hill, a short walk from our home, she gasps.

  “But it’s so pretty.” She blinks hard. “It’s gorgeous. Can we drink it? Swim in it? Use it for irrigation?”

  “Anything we want.” I want to hear her laugh again, so I decide to make another joke. I lower my voice. “But we should probably not use it as a toilet, because this is the top of the spring, and all water flows downhill to our pumping system. And Jax’s eliminations could ruin the filtration system.”

  She laughs again until she snorts, and then we’re both laughing, and suddenly, without even realizing how it happened, we’re lying together in a delicate patch of purple flowers growing beside the stream.

  She reaches out to touch my face, and I wait, holding my breath. Letting her make the first move, even though I’m aching to dominate her, take her, make her mine, again and again. “Your skin is so warm.” Her voice is full of wonder. Her fingers are doing things to me, and I’m already so vecking hard that it’s painful.

  “Your horns.” She reaches up to stroke them with both hands.

  I groan as they stiffen with need. “Riya…”

  “They turn you on?” She gasps, and then looks at me. “Like your cock. Do you like it when I do… this?” And she gets to her knees and leans over me. At first, I smell the floral scent of her hair, and the musk of her body, and then I forget my entire vecking existence as she closes her little lips around my left horn and sucks, experimentally.

  “Riya,” I groan, my cock twitching, desire rising. “When you do that…”

  “This?” She asks with mock innocence that makes me want to spank her. She tongues the other horn. “Does it feel like I’m licking your cock, Ronan?”

  She reaches down to stroke me through my pants, teasing the hard outline with her palm, tracing it with her fingers. “Would it feel like you have two mouths on you if I suck here and rub there?” Her hand is busy now, stroking up and down, and veck, my cock is about to burst through the cloth. I reach down to release my aching flesh, and she grasps it, stroking firmly, and I shudder.

  “Suck my horns harder,” I order her, “and keep stroking like that.” Yeah, like she’s not the one totally in control for the moment, and I don’t even care. It feels so good that all I want to do is get lost in this sea of pleasure.

  She giggles. “Yes, Master,” she whispers, all obedience, and my cock shoots out harder to hear that word on her lips. Then she puts her mouth back to my body and does what I commanded, like it’s the only thing in the world that brings her pleasure. Her little moans and sighs make me more aroused until I can’t take it anymore.

  “On your back,” I order roughly, and flip her over. I spread her thighs with one leg and press myself to her. At the same time, I pull her arms over her head and pin her wrists with one hand, while I play with her pierced nipple with the other, through her shirt.

  She squeals, and her eyes go dark with desire. She squirms in my grasp, trying to free her wrists. But I can see and smell her arousal, so I hold her down harder, and suck her nipple through the thin fabric until it’s taut and hard, outlined by wet silk, and she trembles under my touch.

  “Ronan,” she begs, her voice hoarse and wild. “Please, fuck me. Please.”

  She uses the Ocretion word for veck, which annoys me. I want to teach her our language, have her only speak in our tongue. “Master,” I remind her, and slap her thigh, not hard, but a firm spank. Her moan of pleasure lets me know it was the right call, so I do it again, and again until
she bucks her hips up at me, panting, eyes glassy.

  “Master,” she whispers, and her eyes flicker shut, her eyelashes black on her pale cheeks.

  “Keep one hand there above your head,” I order her, and gently tug down her leggings, exposing her naked pussy. “Spread your thighs for me, Riya. And reach down with the other hand and spread your pussy lips wide open. As wide as you can. Show me what’s mine. I’m going to make you do it later for the others, as well, so practice now. Get it right or I’ll spank you until you do.”

  Veck. My dirty command makes her so wet I can see the juices flow.

  “No…” she murmurs, and tosses her head from side to side, fisting her hair with her hand.

  “I warned you,” I growl, and pull her to one side. As I spank her ass hard, one cheek, then the other, I say, “You. Will. Do. As. I. Command.”

  I check to make sure she’s not genuinely afraid, but I don’t think she is because she cries, “Oh! Yes, Master, I will.” Her nipples are hard pebbles under her shirt now.

  I lay her back down on the flowers and bend over to swipe my tongue up the skin on her belly. I need more immediately, so I dip my head between her legs to lick at the honey there.

  She cries out something unintelligible and I warn her, “Don’t come yet.” I can’t wait another second, so I press my cock to the warmth between her thighs. “I’m going to take you hard,” I say.

  “Yes, yes,” she moans, reaching up to grab my horns. Then she gives me the most wicked smile and whispers, “Later on, if you want, I’ll lick your horns and your cock until you explode in my mouth.”

  “Veck,” I roar, and drive into her, filling her as deeply as I can. She wraps her legs around mine and meets me thrust for thrust, and soon we both come together in a cry of exultation.

  We lie there panting until our breathing comes back to normal, with her resting on my chest. I stroke her shoulder and murmur, suddenly worried, “Was it too rough? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She smiles, her eyes large and wild still from our passion, and kisses my neck. “It just felt good, no pain at all. I think maybe Zandian sperm has healing properties.” Her smile falters, as if the topic of sperm concerns her.