Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One

by Gail Faulkner

  Pressing in and withdrawing in careful thrusts, he showed her why a good deal of her instructions had been devoted to anal preparation. Taking care of those requirements, the deep cleansing of her body, had primed her mentally to some extent. Now it was his job to remove her uncertainty about this surrender turned to pleasure.

  Little mate was loving the surprising sensations. It was time to add another level of indulgence. His other hand administered a gentle slap to her exposed bottom, causing the flesh to move pleasingly. His hand remained kneading soft flesh and pulling the globes open for his penetration. She writhed on his fingers with each thrust. Her swollen surnim clenched and gushed, betraying her excitement as he stroked into her.

  Her response to his taking her ass was an intoxicating scent. Pleasure that was dependent on surrender, spiced with chagrin and given an erotic push with her secret shame at loving all of it.

  The door beside them chimed loudly as someone requested entrance. Trel grunted in that direction, not able to take his gaze off her lovely ass slowly receiving a second finger. The door opened, Clair gulped in a shocked gasp and froze. Her realization that someone was entering the room and he was making no move to cease exploded in her scent.

  Trel almost chuckled as his mate learned that she had seriously underestimated his ability to provide for her.

  Chapter Three

  Helix entered, pausing as he looked at the woman splayed under Trel’s hands. Helix’s eyes were on Clair’s lovely surnim and the silence was only broken by the sound of her gasp.

  “You seek me for a reason?” Trel growled, sliding three fingers into Clair’s ass and holding them there, he glanced at his younger brother.

  “Indeed, I’ve forgotten,” Helix stated with a smile. “However, I’m at your service should you need assistance? Her nipples could be stretched, I see.”

  Under his hand, Clair was no longer still. Her body would not allow it nor would her trepidation. She squirmed, causing her breasts to roll pleasingly as well as her soft belly and hips. Everywhere one looked she was soft and shifting, flushed and swollen. Her scent sizzled with embarrassment and excitement. Trel pulled his fingers from her slowly and she moaned. Her body shifted down as if to remain on him, her pelvis tilting and pushing. The display of her exquisite features was breathtaking.

  This what being strung out on drugs must feel like, Clair thought as she watched the other Brintex examine her while Trel’s fingers invaded her ass. Spread and restrained, her body responding to the amazing cream Trel was rubbing into her flesh, there was nothing Clair could physically do to alter the situation besides using her safe word. Something about that fact soothed her and set her free. The freedom part was realizing how much she enjoyed the look of absolute lust on the stranger’s handsome face.

  There was also a complete absence of fear. Trel would never let anyone or anything hurt her. She’d known that for a long time, but not like this. Watching the stranger’s hungry gaze move over every intimate inch of her body was exhilarating on so many levels. Being completely safe to experience a stranger’s lust was a new and intoxicating pleasure Clair had never imagined.

  That was what Trel was giving her. New pleasures that broke across her soul with the relentless force of ocean waves, sweeping her up in the tide of erotic surrender he kept giving her new experiences that she hadn’t known she wanted. Oh yes, he was pushing her and it was amazing. Clair gasped through this latest realization as she watched the two Brintex interact.

  “Be useful and hand me the dorne,” Trel instructed Helix, ignoring the rest of his request.

  Helix chuffed softly in amusement and glanced around, sighting the thing on Trel’s desk. Scooping it up, he returned to stand close at Trel’s shoulder, his gaze again focused between Clair’s legs.

  “Anything else I can do?” Helix murmured.

  “Work at remembering the reason you’re here,” Trel growled as he took the dorne from Helix, their guarded conversation strictly for Clair’s benefit. Helix knew exactly why he’d been asked into the room. He was to remain five minutes and leave.

  The dorne’s two long rods were shaped realistically, faithful replicas of fully functional male anatomy, and Trel wanted to be certain Clair saw them as he applied the cream. He was rewarded with a trembling moan, and yet his female did not speak. His pride at her control was a surprising addition to the pleasure she gifted him with.

  With his bare hand, Trel stroked down her belly, enjoying the shuddering muscle contractions at his touch. Positioning the dorne to penetrate both her entrances just as his fingers played her protruding folds, he pulled on her center nerve bundle and pressed in. The thick rods forced open swollen, greedy flesh as he pushed back the little hood shielding that last secret her body hid from his eyes.

  The dorne slid into her body and he fought the low howl that sounded much like a growl. The yoke holding both rods rested against her and Trel flicked the dorne on. Clair screamed, her pelvis jerked up in response to the wicked, vibrating tool delivering the cream deep in her ass and surnim. She twisted and writhed, her gorgeous breasts rolled as she moved, their puffy tips sporting nipples almost purple with engorged blood.

  Trel’s gloved hand held the dorne deep in her body, his other hand stroked the center of her surnim just enough to stimulate but not allow release. Earth’s word for that bundle of nerves was as abrupt and harsh as the ass word. Clit, such a short designation for the pretty, delectable female organ.

  Her body moved with maddening grace, responding to his touch, her natural heat and the deep stimulation. It was a situation she couldn’t control in any way. He’d ensured she was aware that he let Helix enter the room and witness her responses. She was displayed, penetrated, and now completely willing to hump lewdly as the Centurion she belonged to enjoyed her. Her reaction was a mind-numbing aroma that almost robbed Trel of control.

  Helix sucked in a deep breath and reached for her breasts. Trel snarled in warning and Helix dropped his hands.

  “May the four Goddesses have mercy,” Helix breathed in reverent wonder. “Are there more like her?”

  “No,” Trel answered distractedly, the denial a reflex as it was obvious there could never been another as perfect. “But then, I’ve never actually looked at any other human female,” he confessed in natural honesty.

  The mineral having completely absorbed into her breast tissues, Trel leaned over and captured a turgid nipple in his mouth, sucking in sharply. She screamed again and he grunted in satisfaction. The soft puffiness of the surrounding flesh and plump hardness of her nipple created a delicious contrast. His eyes closed in bliss as he rolled her nipple across the ridges at the roof of his mouth. Not enough. His jaws opened and he sucked hard, drawing in more of that lovely mound. His mouth worked at her with deep, suckling pulls.

  Her hips bucked fiercely with each long pull on her breast. Without lifting fingers or mouth, he carefully moved around her leg to her side. Allowing her breast to slowly fall from his mouth, he watched it bounce on her chest in glistening majesty. “Give me the other,” he commanded Helix.

  The direction was to make sure she understood that at his command, his brother would touch her. Knowing her deep desires in this area made his brother the only choice to provide her with this experience.

  Her pleasure in submission was driving him hard. Helix could not help scenting her response and Trel knew it. Fleetingly he wished he had time to examine the complexity of her responses. Her scent was gaining a new spice. Lighter, golden yet deeply complex.

  A human inch shorter than Trel, Helix was the other side of the Brintex coin. He possessed a sandy-red mane, his eyes were the color of sunset when day is burning out its last embers. In attitude as well, he laughed where Trel usually scowled. Both had the imperious nose and heavy muscle structure of a Brintex warrior.

  Helix grasped her swaying breast with both hands, kneading firmly as he squeezed to offer the distended tip to Trel’s mouth.

  “Good, little kitten,” He
lix rumbled approval to Clair as Trel sucked her and strummed her shuddering body. Apparently the one small permission was all Helix needed to feel he had been invited to join. Trel was too busy to correct him at the moment.

  Helix’s hands released her breast and stroked her sides to her hips, down to caress straining thighs on either side of his body as she shook in her stirrups. “Lovely Clair, such a good kitten,” Helix continued softly. “Look how you swell and present for your Centurion.”

  Trel conceded mentally that Helix was standing between her spread thighs and did have the best view of her thrusting hips pumping contracting openings around the thick invaders. And Helix was Trel’s second, with all the rights and responsibilities of that post. Brother to Trel was currently the more important distinction. Trel couldn’t focus on how Helix’s participation was changing the moment, her mounting pleasure required his full attention as she processed the new situation.

  His female was learning fast that she wanted exactly what he was requiring of her. Her hunger and excitement obvious to both males in her scent and her physical response was creating a new element. Everything shifted as shards of white-hot pleasure burned though them collectively, a current conducted from her skin to the warriors touching her body.

  Feeling the pleasure take on a new dimension, Trel spread his fingers, straining blushing folds open for his brother’s view as two fingers stimulated her clit. Deliberately he released her breast.

  “Have you ever seen such a needy surnim?” he asked Helix roughly. Again, the conversation was for Clair. Her response to them discussing her displayed body was predictable but no less enjoyable. What wasn’t expected was Helix’s response to her.

  “Amazing,” Helix agreed. “Look how high the clit rises, as if to beg.”

  Helix struggled to sound casual. A few hours ago, Trel’s original request had not really made sense but he’d agreed. Two seconds after stepping into this room he’d realized nothing was what it seemed. This was not just a female and Trel was not just playing with her. Oh fuck no. This scent, her, Trel, himself, it was something Helix had never experienced. It compelled him, and every second he remained it became more impossible to even consider leaving.

  “Her juices flow with just the dorne and a little plucking,” Helix continued as his hands slid around the back of her thighs and up to grasp the mounds of her thrusting bottom. “She is exquisite, a female in heat like I’ve never seen.”

  Right about now Helix knew there would be no leaving. Trel might have asked him to come in this room but it was Clair who commanded he remain. Excellent. There was zero push back in his brain, his body, his soul. She needed him there and that was what she would get. Always.

  Trel grunted in agreement with Helix’s comment, releasing the dorne to pull off his glove and watch her contracting channels push the instrument out. “See how she thrusts on it? Watch now,” he directed and pressed it back in but didn’t continue fucking her with it, simply letting it slip out again as she writhed.

  “Oh God, I need to come. Please, let me come,” Clair wailed helplessly.

  “That’s it,” Helix approved. “Tell him what you need, little one.”

  Her eyes jerked from Trel to Helix. She swallowed and gasped. “Please, more, no,” Clair panted as her body shook on the vibrating phalluses invading her entrances. “Harder, or something, I need something, please.”

  Trel watched at her face as he slowly inserted the dorne and pulled it out in measured thrusts. Her eyes were wide, desperate. She made no effort to hide her response. Their little human’s responses were grippingly erotic.

  Helix’s hands firmly kneaded her ass, he leaned down to inhale her amazing scent. Likely the blissed-out expression on his face captured Trel’s attention.

  “She is mine to hold,” Trel growled.

  Helix jerked upright. His focus cleared as he stared at Trel. Harsh negative reaction shot through him, followed closely by understanding. No, she was not just Trel’s.

  A deep rumble vibrated through Helix’s chest, a warning no Brintex would ignore. Trel met his eyes, aggression straightening them into opponents as they regarded each other. But challenge didn’t follow the warning. It couldn’t. Not for them. Both males dragged in a long breath and looked down at the woman beneath their hands. Her needs colored the air, commanded and seduced as it reached into their souls and altered reality.

  “What have we done?” The words Trel spoke were a question and a realization as his gaze returned to Helix’s eyes. They knew what was happening but still, it was not common. Certainly not casual in Brintex society. That question hung in the room as if it were weaving through the air, binding souls with deft strokes of invisible silk. Sensuous but stronger than any power that would oppose it, the answer had no words.

  “’Tis done,” Trel stated.

  Apparently Trel processed the shift at lightning speed. Something that made him an excellent strategist, but in this case, Helix needed clarification and perhaps a minute to fucking get a grip.

  “But…” Helix released her bottom, his attention on his brother.

  Trel cut Helix off. “For me, it was fact ten revolutions ago.”

  The brothers were regarding each other above a writhing Clair, Trel’s fingers steadily teased her clit in gentle swirls. “Now,” wailed out of her mouth.

  Trel’s attention left Helix as his fingers abandoned her clit. He pulled the dorne from her body with a wet pop as her clenching openings lost their stimulation. Her juices flowed freely from her channel and dripped from the dorne in graphic illustration of how desperate she was.

  “Nooooo,” she wailed in torment, her neck arching as her head twisted on the little bench.

  “Yes,” Trel rumbled to her. “What you seek is provided by us, little one.”

  “What do you mean, ten revolutions ago?” Helix demanded, gold eyes narrowing on his brother.

  Trel’s hands were busy releasing Clair’s wrists and legs, tumbling her shaking body into his arms as the supports were removed. “The first time I scented her, the change occurred. Have you seen me take a female in all this time?” He carried her to his desk. Laying her body on the expanse, he carefully positioned her.

  She willingly moved for him as he placed her feet on the edge, spreading them as far as possible, then pulling her ass down to hang off slightly. She was spread before him as he sat to enjoy the swollen, dripping surnim squirming on his desk.

  Helix had followed them and stood across the desk over her head. His hands rested on his hips. “Explain,” he demanded.

  Trel leaned down and blew across her sensitive flesh then responded without lifting his head as his hands smoothed down her straining thighs. “Earth hormones are powerful.” He lowered to the source of their obsession, continuing to speak as he scented her from surnim to anus. “Without touching her, even seeing her, her scent alone accomplished it,” he purred softly as he indulged this luxury.

  Helix watched his brother move her, arrange her and then touch her as he pleased. This woman between them who writhed in submissive need, exotic and compelling in her demands for physical attention. He watched and enjoyed the sight while approving of Trel’s actions. Oh, fucking Goddess, it was difficult to concentrate on the information they needed to discuss.

  Trel had left out the word “mating”, knowing Helix would insert it. Looking down at the new center of the known universe, he dragged in a deep breath. Her alarm still flowed beneath other scents, but there was also the compelling spice of what might be called astonishment that pumped desperation into her need. Little mate loved having two males admiring her, wanting her, and she was aware of it, thus the shy consternation.

  Trel rumbled a purr as his nose traveled back to her clit. She lay willingly spread on his desk, her body straining to present him with her openings. Though she could hear the conversation, Helix was sure little of it registered.

  Helix, standing pretty much above her face, was not hiding the huge bulge in his flight uniform. �
��How is this possible?” he questioned. But it was more of a statement, an acknowledgement.

  Trel’s eyes drift shut as his tongue flicked down to stroke her luscious folds. Helix watched his brother’s body shudder at the taste and it was an erotically powerful vision. Drawing in her essence, Trel rolled it across the receptors on the roof of his mouth and cheeks before he answered.

  “Did you not wonder why I made it a High Law that no Brintex Warrior besides you or I interact with the humans?” Trel leisurely licked down her pretty surnim. At her entrance, he buried his nose and chuffed softly. She moaned loudly, arching into him. The move brought her open mouth more directly under Helix’s crotch.

  Clair squeezed her eyes closed and tried to pant through her responses. The licking tongue exploring her pussy coupled with the close-up view of an impressive cock straining the clothing covering it created an excess of pleasure, anticipation and just hard need.

  Oh, good God, she wanted that hard bulge in her face, wanted it with a foreign desperation that writhed on the flames of sexual surrender in primal abandon. How could she need this other person when Trel was working her body? Where did this need come from? Most importantly, what was Trel going to do when he realize she felt this?

  She had no doubt Trel would know. He knew everything and seemed to know it before she did. On that realization, Clair relaxed. Of course he knew. So if he knew, he would take care of it, take care of her. It was not a problem because Trel would make it that.

  Again, Clair felt free. With freedom came grateful joy. It was okay to be the woman who wanted another cock, who needed it. The woman who reveled in the touch of a stranger, who needed to feel that stranger thrust into her mouth. It was okay to need both of them in her body because Trel would not have brought her here if it wasn’t.

  Helix asked cautiously, “You scented her on a male?” Knowing what his own reaction to this would have been, he was concerned at this information. It wasn’t that he didn’t know exactly who Clair was. It was the realization how Trel had discovered their mate. How incredibly difficult that discovery had been and yet his brother had found a way to protect the planet while dealing with something that would have been personally crippling.