Celestial Beauty

by Angela Castle

  “Take her arms. Hold her immobile the way she likes, and don’t take your eyes of me, beautiful.”

  She kept her focus as the brothers did as he asked. Her arms were taken, spread and held down, one of them pinning her flat against the floor. Zeb took her legs, lifting them to his shoulders, holding her by her ankles and pinning them against his body as he continued his relentless pounding. Harder, faster, his balls slapping against her arse cheeks with each thrust. Her pussy tightened around the thickness of his cock. She was utterly helpless and loving every second of it.

  “Yes, oh yes, oooh!” Zeb started to moan, sweat beading over both their bodies. He began to pant. She felt him start to swell within her. The force of it hit her, making her scream as the tsunami of pleasure swamped her every nerve ending, exploding in utter mind-altering bliss. Zeb let out an animalistic roar. He released her legs and fell on top of her as he came, warmth spreading through her belly.

  She could barely think, let alone even talk. Zeb pulled out, released her wrists and fell beside her. She felt like a floppy and poorly stuffed rag doll, her mind and body still in a floaty cocoon as one of her men lifted her up into his arms.

  “Thank you, sweetness.” Kue tenderly kissed her closed eyelids as he carried her out of the room. She felt relaxed, knowing they would always take care of her.

  A short time later she was clean and still happily groggy, standing beside a smiling Kue. He’d taken it upon himself to make sure she was cleaned up and not in pain anywhere before they left the ship. He kept his arm around her waist in case she slid into an afterglow puddle on the floor.

  All her men looked smug and proud they’d put her in this state of bliss. She could face just about anything now. The doors to their commandeered Jorval war ship slid open, and they escorted her out. Apart from that horrible planet she’d crashed on, she’d never been happier to leave a place. She hoped they’d get her tests over and done with so they were free to start a new life together here on her men’s home planet.

  A contingent of quads in military uniform stood along the corridors. Celeste couldn’t help but stare wide eyed. Her men had told her that all males were born in sets of quads, but to actually see dozens of identical quads, all with gleaming golden eyes watching her, was a little unnerving.

  Her men seemed to know where to go, and no one stopped them as they walked through the space station. They lead her onto another ship and helped strap her into another seat, Zeb explaining it was a shuttle to take them down to the planet.

  She could feel the tension building as more sets of quad joined them. The pending, temporary separation had them all on edge. She sighed and huddled into Kue’s protective arms as much as the straps would allow.

  Loc sat on the other side taking her hand, smiling his reassurance. She sighed, not sure what to make of all this silence and posturing of her men.

  “I’ll all be over soon, don’t worry.”

  She sighed trustingly and rested her head against Kue’s arm, yawned and closed her eyes.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Her quarantine lasted two long days. Watching her men turn and walk away had almost brought tears to her eyes, but they had all kissed her soundly and reassured her they’d be reunited soon.

  Celeste’s legs swung from the examination table. She hadn’t been able to even talk to her men, kind of like quarantine. Her medic, Pat, smiled. “Congratulations, everything is clear, and there is no sign of drugs or duress.”

  She folded her arms. It was hard to be angry at the quads who were so sweet. “Told you, the only duress I’ve suffered since being rescued by my quads is being separated from them and forced to endure all these tests.”

  “We are sorry, Celeste, but we did explain why.”

  Yes, they had. Apparently some poor human woman had been drugged and almost forced to marry a set of quads she didn’t want. She was rescued in time by the quads she had chosen. It was good they’d put these safeguards in place. Celeste also learned there were up to twenty human women living on Galafrax, one even being with the High Lords, kind of like kings of the planet.

  Celeste didn’t really care. As long as she had her men she was happy.

  “One other thing, the test results brought up something you should be aware of. I’ll be advising your quads when I see them, to take very special care of you.”

  Her swinging legs halted as she stared at him. “Why?”

  “As you are carrying the next generation of Demos.”

  It took a moment for her to understand what he meant, before it hit. “I’m pregnant?” Her voice pitched high with sudden shock.

  The medic tensed, and reached out to take her hands into his, staring into her eyes. “You don’t welcome this news? Are you sure they did not force you into mating with them? Do not fear telling me the truth, Celeste. It is a high crime to impregnate an unwilling female. As it is, it is a rare thing to do, because until mated all sets of quads have anti-fertility shots. So no female can get pregnant without a bonding. Your quads are different in having been previously bonded.”

  She frowned slightly. Loc had mentioned something about that a few days ago, but there were other more important matters to deal with.

  “No, no, I wasn’t unwilling. Everything we did I wanted. I’m just surprised. I mean I kind of knew this could happen, and did want to have children with them, just not this soon. Are you sure? I mean it’s only been a week since we started.” Her cheeks reddened.

  “I don’t know much of human medical advances, but on Galafrax we can tell within a matter of days.” He released her hands and moved to tap on his screen. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

  “Oh yes, I’m better than good, great actually. I can’t wait to break the news to my quads. When can I see them again?”

  “Everything is clear. Your guards will escort you home right now if you wish.”

  Excitement bubbled within her as she nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.” She jumped from the exam table all too eager to be back with her men. She missed them with every beat of her heart. They had so much to talk about and so much to plan.

  Her set of guards met her at the door. She hadn’t learnt their names, as she was too eager to get back with her men.

  “She’s all clear. Take her to her quads.” Medic Pat nodded at the guards, who nodded in response.

  Lost in her own thoughts and excitement she didn’t pay much attention to where they were taking her, through corridors and down a long set of stairs into one of their transport vehicles. She stared out the window, loving how Second City reminded her of a modern version of ancient Egypt, from those she’d seen in picture books as a child. The Demos people lived and worked in pyramid type structures. The homes were called domiciles, and the official buildings Qui. The huge one in the centre of the city was the grand palace where the High Councillors lived and worked. Apparently they were the equivalent to a Prime Minister. The High Councillors also answered to the High Lords of Galafrax, the kings. Still, it seemed every society had its problems, and the Demos peoples were little different from humans, apart from the social structure of having one wife to four brothers. It worked for them, and her, so who was she to question it.

  “The Nova domicile.” She glanced up to see they’d stopped in front of a rather large pyramid domicile. “Nova?”

  “Your quads, Miss Celeste, your new home.”

  She grinned. “Thanks, fellas!” Scrambling out of the vehicle, not looking back, she hurried up the steps. The door slid open, and she walked in, standing inside a large entrance way. Why was no one there to meet her? Where were her men? She began to wonder if the medical facility had informed them of her return. Or if they’d dropped her off at the right place. In fact she didn’t even remember them telling her they owned a domicile.

  The faint rumbling of voices drew her down the hall. Despite them being quads, their voices held slight differences, and she recognized Zeb’s deep rumble.

  “It was all a big mistake, all of it. One
that will never happen again!”

  Celeste froze at Zeb’s loud declaration.

  “I know, and that’s why I’m here. We’ve all made many mistakes, but there’s no need to fret over it, Zeb my darling. Let’s just put the past behind us.”

  Ice suddenly slid through Celeste’s veins at the sound of a female’s voice. She leaned forward to see a tall, muscular, and very thin Demos woman, her thick black hair bobbed around her shoulders, wrapping one arm her arms around Zeb’s neck, her other hand snaking down to and rubbing against his crotch.

  “Nazzara, there is—” Raz stepped up behind her.

  “Raz, we can all be together, as we have and as we should be.” She turned to glance seductively at Raz as she clung on to Zeb. “Now you’ve come back to Galafrax and heroes and so rich, it made me so hot for you. No one can match my quads’ prowess in pleasuring. You were always the best. I demand you pleasure me again, here and now.”

  It only took a moment for her to realize this was the ex-sheraz Loc had mentioned briefly. The ex-wife, and it seemed she wasn’t so ex after all.

  “Nazzara,” growled Zeb, gripping Nazzara’s arms and pushing her back into Raz.

  “One mistake was enough, Nazzara. We will not make another one. Our choice has been made.”

  Nazzara just smiled, reaching behind her to pull the string of her top. It made the whole skimpy red garment fall down her slim, lithe body. “Remember you chose me first, Zeb, and all this is yours again, and you are mine.”

  Celeste snapped up straight. She slapped her hand over her mouth to hold in the gasp, slowly backing up, out of earshot of the rest of the conversation. Could it be? Was what she had just heard true. They didn’t really want her?

  An ice cold chill ran through her veins and she could feel her heart shrivelling in her chest at their betrayal. Her stomach churned, and bile rose up in her throat as she turned and walked back down the hall, out the front door, past the gates and onto the street. There she paused, glancing back. Maybe she should go back and talk to them, see if this was really the case. But she couldn’t seem to make herself turn and head back into the house.

  All her life she’d been a nothing, a no one. Now, she’d just proved what a loser she really was, allowing herself not only to trust but to let herself love. Her heart shattered into a million little pieces. Keep moving forward. It was how she coped in times like this.

  She walked down the darkening streets, wondering how the best day of her life had turned into the worst in a matter of moments. Discovering she was pregnant and being reunited with her men, to realizing she was nothing but a mistake. Why would they want a stupid human girl over their species? A lone tear fell down her cheek, before she stubbornly swiped it away.

  Never again, never again, never again.

  She’d survived her mother’s abandonment, survived through all those foster care homes, survived her abusive ex, survived being abducted by Jorvals, survived the crash and living on a harsh alien planet. Her heart and mind balanced on the brink of utter collapse.

  No! She sucked in a deep breath. I will survive this, too.

  She had no idea where she was going or what she was going to do. She stopped to take some bearings her gaze drawn to the tall, brightly lit Qui-palace. If humans were protected by the Demos maybe these High Councillors would help protect her and her unborn child. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was all she had. Passing Demos men on the street, some in pairs some more, paused to stare at her. One bold Demos male in uniform stepped up to her.

  “It is not safe for a human female to be wandering the streets. Can I be of assistance, pretty human?”

  She looked up at him, forcing a weak smile.

  Never again, never again, never again. “Could you escort me to the Palace please? I wish to speak to the High Councillors.”

  He offered his arms, and his other brother moved in on her other side. They nodded at each other, and she recognized the twinkle of hope in their eyes. She’d never let anyone near her heart again. “I am Ben, and this is my brother Pep. It will be an honour to escort you to the palace.”

  ****

  Zeb growled in frustration. If his brothers would have allowed it he’d take the spoiled selfish Demos female over his knee and teach her some humility.

  Nazzara always had a talent of sniffing out quads with wealth. Their newfound wealth and minor mention of them bringing in a Jorval war ship, and the technology half the galaxy have been after for many Galafraxian years had been in the news feeds. Since their debrief and knowing Celeste would be in seclusion for two days, they had gone to work, searching for and buying a new home for their Celestial beauty. They worked around the clock, to make it ready for when she was released. Being on a Jorval ship had great benefits. Many of the Jorvals who’d ejected from the ship they’d taken over had left open files and many financial records. All Loc needed to do access those files and transfer all the credits across to their own account. It was fair compensation for them blowing up their source of income. After all, they had a new wife and eventually a family to look after.

  Nazzara had turned up at the door, striding in when it was opened as if she owned their newly purchased domicile, trying to push her way back into their lives, with lies and seduction. None of them were having it.

  “Nazzara, the only thing you do to me is fill me with disgust.” Zeb shoved her into Raz, who swiftly bent and pulled up her dress, tying it in a knot so it couldn’t be easily undone again.

  “You would say no to me! The most beautiful of all Demos females? All males want me!” Outrage filled her golden eyes. Loc moved in swiftly gripping her wrist before she could slap Zeb.

  “Yes, I say no to you. We don’t want you. We haven’t wanted you for a long time, so get out of our home, before our real sheraz arrives. She will always be far better than the lying, cheating, greedy creature you are. So get out!”

  She gasped in shock. It was clear no one had ever talked to her like that. It was time more Demos took a stand against how they indulged and spoiled their females to excess. It turned them into creatures like Nazzara.

  “Speaking of which, I was informed moments before this…” he sneered at the female, “…turned up, medical called and said our real wife was cleared to leave and was being escorted to our new estate. She will be arriving very soon.” Raz glanced up from his time keeper. This meant they couldn’t afford to have their ex still on the premises.

  “Kue, could you and Loc take out this trash, then make sure she can’t re-enter.” He waved his hand dismissively at Nazzara, feeling nothing for her and realizing he never really had.

  “How dare you dismiss me! I’ve never been treated with such … such … disrespect in all my life.” At her words she screamed and tried to launch herself at Zeb. Loc and Kue easily intercepted holding her firmly between them. “You’ll be sorry for this!” she spat with venom.

  “Nazzara, we already are,” Raz said dryly as Loc and Kue dragged her out. She fought and tried to break free, but it was of little use.

  How the lithe, thin form of the Demos female had ever appealed to him, he would never know. Now he knew better. All he and his brothers could think about was their beautiful, soft, round Celeste.

  At last the sound faded, he and Raz strode to the front door. They glanced at each other. “Did you leave the door open?”

  Raz shook his head. “No it’s programmed only to open for us and…”

  “Celeste.”

  “She couldn’t have arrived early?”

  A cold slither of fear slid down Zeb’s spine as he stared at his second born brother. “Go check with the medical centre, to see when she left. I’ll wait here in case the transport shows up.”

  Raz nodded spinning on his heal, sprinting rather than walking down the hall. They all knew that where Celeste was concerned they could never be too careful.

  Time ticked with agonizing slowness. Unable to stay in one spot he walked to the end of the path to scan the street. It was startin
g to grow dark, and the lights of the Second City of Galafrax flickered into life. Still the city held secrets in the shadows.

  Footsteps pounding through their domicile made him head back inside.

  “Medical said she left with her guards, and the guards said they dropped her off and watched her come inside.”

  Panic suddenly gripped Zeb reflected in Raz’s eyes. “You don’t think—”

  “Yes.” Zeb swallowed, knowing his brother’s line of thoughts. She’d seen and heard Nazzara trying to seduce them. It had taken them great effort to gain her trust only for it to be shattered in a matter of seconds.

  “This is completely fucked up, so where is she?” Raz pushed past him and down the path.

  “I don’t know, but she can’t have gone far. Get our brothers, hurry, spread out and do a grid search.”

  A half hour later all four met back up at their domicile. “Several Demos told me they saw a pretty human female walking down the street, but was she quickly escorted away by two brothers in uniform,” Kue reported, his body as tense with worry and panic as they all were.

  “She was taken!” Raz’s eyes gleamed with bloodlust at the thought of Celeste being snatched. But his theory didn’t fit, although it needed to be factored in.

  “We need to call the city guards. Whoever took her will die by our hands,” Loc spat joining Raz’s growing fear. Kue just scowled, lost in his own dark thoughts.

  “Calm, brothers.” Zeb placed his hands on Raz’s and Loc’s shoulders.

  “We can’t go acting irrationally. It will do neither us nor our Celeste any good. I don’t think she was taken. The theory of her catching the wrong end of our rejection of Nazzara is more probable. If it’s so then she will be hurting, in pain, if she thinks we betrayed her.”

  “We would never.” Kue spoke far too calmly for Zeb’s liking, meeting Zeb’s gaze. “The Demos said they walked in the direction of the Qui-Palace. It would be logical she would seek the protection of the High Councillors.”

  Zeb nodded at Kue’s thoughtful insight. “Let us go to the palace and pray Kue is right. For the other…” He glanced between Loc and Raz. “Let us just hope it is not true.”