Mastering Their Mate_a Sci-Fi Alien Dark Romance

by Kallista Dane

  There was a huge splash, and her voice died off as Khaun surfaced next to them, standing upright with the water barely above his waist. Keir lowered her to her feet, grinning when the waves lapped against her chest. “See? Your breasts are so lovely even the Sola Sea wants to pour itself all over them.”

  “It’s not funny! You scared me.” Without thinking, she balled her hand into a fist and smacked him in the stomach.

  Keir made a strangled sound and doubled over.

  “You just attacked a paying customer. Does Lady Zey allow such behavior?” Khaun’s voice was stern.

  “I’m sorry,” she cried out, appalled at what she’d done. “Are you all right? I didn’t mean to hurt you…” She put a hand on Keir’s arm.

  He lifted his head, and she realized he was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. “Our little human is a formidable foe! She nearly brought me to my knees with that punch.”

  Khaun was laughing, too, and she realized they’d both played her. “May we wash you now?”

  He didn’t wait for her assent, simply cupped his hand in the water and brought it to her left breast, running his hand over her skin and rubbing gently. Keir did the same to her right breast. She closed her eyes, reveling in the combination of their sensuous touch and the warm water. When Keir’s hand drifted lower, stroking the hood of her clitoris, she spread her legs apart.

  Khaun fastened his mouth over her nipple. An electric current shot through her, straight to where Keir’s fingers probed. She shuddered and clenched around him.

  These two knew just where and how to touch her. They awakened all her pent-up desire, stoked the fire inside her into an inferno. Saige concentrated on staying in the present, forcing herself to allow every sensation to register in her brain.

  Hot. Their bodies pressing against her were hot, even in the warm sea. Keir’s finger slid along her inner walls. Massaging, stroking. She ground herself against his hand, trying to pull him in deeper. She felt him pistoning in and out. Faster, harder – just as she drifted off.

  A rogue wave splashing against her face brought Saige crashing back. At one time in her life, she’d relied on her ability to “check out.” To send her mind away, shut down its connection to her body. It was her only escape.

  When she entered the Academy, that skill was praised by her instructors. It was one of the reasons she was chosen for the Luna’s mission. They helped her hone her ability until she could put herself into a state of virtual hibernation. On a voyage of exploration to unknown worlds, they saw it as a plus. It would allow her to survive in extreme heat or cold, to slow her heartbeat and respiration on a planet where oxygen was in short supply.

  Now, it was a curse. Even though she desperately wanted to climax, to explode in their arms, she couldn’t. She’d trained her mind well all those years ago, and now shutting down was instinctive.

  Saige pulled herself together, opened her eyes, and gave them a dreamy smile. “My virile warriors! You know just how to please me.”

  She felt a pang of guilt at the satisfied expression she saw on their faces but consoled herself with the knowledge that it wasn’t a lie. If they weren’t so good at driving her mad with lust, she wouldn’t keep checking out on them.

  * * *

  Their time at the Sola Sea flew by. One of Saige’s fantasies even came true. All three of them strolled along the beach, hand in hand in the virtual moonlight, laughing and talking just like two ordinary guys spending time with a girl whose company they enjoyed.

  The twins were intelligent and charming and funny. She found it hard to believe they’d just been released from a maximum security prison. They made her feel beautiful and sexual, and she discovered she liked parading around in front of them naked. Seeing the raw hunger in their eyes.

  When it was time to leave, she slipped into the bathroom and dressed in her long gown. They both kissed her hand and thanked her for a wonderful time, as though they’d been out on a date.

  Chapter Seven

  Saige

  She shoved the disgusting creature away, shivering.

  Cold. She was always cold here, but no one else seemed to mind. Earther metabolism must be slower than that of her alien customers.

  Customers. Hah. That was a joke. The word assumed she actually had a choice about who she serviced.

  The door slammed against the wall. A tall, imposing female strode in, dressed in a skintight black leather garment that covered her from head to toe.

  The alien’s head swiveled around, and he glared at the intruder. “It’s about time you got here.”

  “I apologize for the delay.” Lady Zey gave a slight bow. “I’ve been arranging an alternative consort for you. Satisfying the needs of our customers is our prime objective here at the Rapture Dome.”

  “I don’t want an alternative. I want what I paid for. A human female sucking my cocks. Both of them. You’re in charge here. Make her do it – or I will.” The alien’s voice dropped menacingly.

  Rather than being cowed, the tall female shook a finger at him, giving him her thin-lipped version of a playful grin. “Now, Atu, you know there’s an extra charge for domination and punishment scenarios. But seeing as you’re one of my favorite patrons, I’m sure I can make an exception. Veeda loves a good beating. How about if I arrange an entire rotation cycle with her for you?”

  The alien started to protest.

  “On the house,” she threw in.

  “Anyone would be better than this whore. I have to tell you, Lady Zey, I’m disappointed. She doesn’t live up to all the hype I’ve heard about human females.”

  Saige bit her tongue. They were talking about her, treating her as if she wasn’t even in the room. But she was already in big trouble. Making a snide remark about smelly, scaly aliens wouldn’t make the Dome mistress go any easier on her.

  “The human is a fool,” Zey said. Her voice dropped to a low, seductive timber. “How could anyone not respond to a male as virile and attractive as you?”

  He preened, scales rising all along his back. “Yes, she is. You can see it in her eyes. Their breed has low intelligence.”

  Low intelligence? Saige wanted to leap at him and wrap her hands around his throat. She’d met her share of alien creatures over the last three months, but this one was by far the most vile. Most of them took the time to groom themselves before coming to the Rapture Dome. Atu smelled like he’d just crawled out of a swamp.

  Of course, that was impossible. Girra Sola was just a hunk of rock barreling through space. There was no swamp, no vegetation of any sort outside the Rapture Dome because there was no atmosphere.

  She hoped Veeda’s olfactory sense was as dim as her other ones. Of course, she’d love a good beating. After years of ingesting asteroid powder with every breath, her senses were so dulled, it probably took a beating for her to feel anything at all.

  “Come with me, Atu.” Zey put an arm around the male and drew him to the door. Pulled him close, so his eyes were level with her breasts. “I’ll take you to Veeda. You’ll have a good time with her. I promise.”

  She glanced back at Saige, her face a mask of rage. “I’ll be back,” she muttered.

  Zey led him out, and Saige heard the ominous click as the door automatically locked behind her. She sank down on the luxurious bed with her head in her hands. She’d known this day would be coming for weeks.

  All too soon, she heard footsteps drawing nearer. Lady Zey barged in without knocking. As usual.

  “You may think you’ve gotten away with it,” she snarled, “but I know what you’ve been doing. Talking dirty, letting your customers feel up those two little titties of yours while you jack them off then send them on their way. You think you’re better than the rest of the girls. Think you don’t have to suck them or fuck them. I should have let Atu beat you.”

  Saige sat up straight and crossed her legs, staring coolly at Lady Zey. “He’s the only one who complained. The rest of them were satisfied. What is it you’re angry about?” S
he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s that I’m smarter than you. I become the female they always wanted. I give them a fantasy and a hand job, and I get bigger tips than you ever got spreading your legs for every disgusting alien you met when you were just another whore.”

  Lady Zey gave her a cold smile that reminded her of Bophe. “You are a stupid human. You think you can twist every alien male you meet around your little finger. Wait till you see who I send to you next.”

  The door flew open with a crash. Keir and Khaun strode in, their faces dark. Khaun surveyed the room. “We were told Saige was unavailable tonight, but it seems we were misinformed. I don’t see any paying customers here – besides my brother and myself.”

  Zey arranged her features into a semblance of pleasantry. “I apologize for the misunderstanding. There’s no one with her. I like to give my girls an evening off from time to time. But I know how much Saige enjoys your company. She could speak of nothing else after spending last night with you at the Sola Sea. I’m sure she’d much rather be with you than spend hours all alone.” She turned to Saige. “Isn’t that right, my dear?”

  Saige’s heart soared. They’d come back, just as she’d hoped they would. Saved her from being given to someone even more hideous than the disgusting Atu. “Yes, my lady. I would be honored to spend another evening with them.”

  Khaun took Zey by the arm and escorted her to the door. “We’ll be staying all night. And we’ll be back tomorrow. In fact, we’d like to reserve Saige’s time for the remainder of our stay on Girra Sola. I expect her to be ready and waiting for us every night. We’ll pay you whether we come here or not.”

  Saige could almost see the wheels turning in Zey’s head. The Dome mistress recognized a windfall when it dropped into her lap. Though she might be furious at her rebellious slave’s verbal attack, she was no fool. She wouldn’t throw away a profit just to exact revenge. Some of the miners might complain about the human consort not being available to them any longer, but there’d be a guaranteed income night after night and no more unhappy customers.

  “Certainly, my lords,” she simpered. “Satisfying your every desire is our honor and privilege at the Rapture Dome. It’s our reason to exist.”

  Khaun practically shoved her out the door. Keir made a nasty face that had Saige giggling like a schoolgirl. “I confess I don’t understand how that creature ever managed to survive as a consort.”

  “Neither do I,” Keir agreed. “Maybe she specialized in dominating and humiliating her customers. I’ve hear some males actually beg to be treated that way by a female.”

  “Fortunately, I enjoy being the one dominated,” she replied playfully. “Especially by two masterful warriors!”

  “Oh, you do, do you?” Khaun pounced on her, dragging her over his lap and giving her bottom a firm swat.

  Her giggles soon turned into gasps and moans.

  Keir

  They’d been warned that her scent might arouse their passion. But he’d never expected to feel so possessive about the little human. When they arrived at the Dome and were told that Saige was unavailable tonight, he and Khaun had both flown into a rage. The idea of her taking another male’s cock in her hands, or, Sacred Ones forbid, her mouth, sent both of them barreling through the halls with three android guards in pursuit. They were ready to batter down her door and tear limb from limb the poor unsuspecting fool who dared to touch their female.

  Their female. He didn’t even know when he’d begun to think of her that way. They’d only spent one night with her, but it felt as though they’d known her forever. Maybe Jax was right. Maybe it was all due to a chemical reaction – her unique mix of human pheromones sparking their gyron, creating the illusion of love where there were only two achingly hard cocks and a wet pussy.

  Whatever it was, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind all day. The joy in her eyes when she saw something beautiful melted his heart. Her laugh echoed in his brain. And her body – he hadn’t been sold to anyone, but he was already a slave to those perfect little tits, that sweet curvy ass. The scent of her juices when she was aroused drove him mad with desire.

  He and Khaun discussed it. Sending messages to each other all night without exchanging a single word out loud. Though they both wanted nothing more than to bury their cocks in her tight pussy, they wouldn’t do it. If Saige was truly destined by the Sacred Ones to be their Mate, she must come to them of her own free will, not as a pleasure slave forced to do the bidding of any male who could afford to buy her for a few hours.

  They’d bide their time until the mission was over. Give all three of them a chance to get to know each other. Maybe the enchantment of her pheromones would fade over time. Maybe this compulsion to be with her constantly would die away. Maybe the desperate hunger to fuck her, to make her theirs, would ease—

  We may have chosen not to claim her together. At least not yet. But in the meantime, brother, we can still pleasure her. Khaun interrupted his thoughts, sending the message in between spanks while his hand roamed over Saige’s reddened ass. After all, we might not survive this mission. Hearing the sounds she makes when we lick her slit, watching her eyes glaze over with lust when we slide our fingers in and out of her tight pussy – surely the gods would not deny us that.

  Saige

  They came to her after that. Night after night. Always together. She didn’t understand why they never tried to fuck her. It was clear they wanted to. They even began telling her they loved her and that they’d wouldn’t let any other male touch her. Ever again.

  Then they’d drive her wild with their fingers and their tongues. She still didn’t reach orgasm, but she managed to hide that from them. Sometimes, if she begged, they’d allow her to make them cum. She found herself wanting desperately to stroke their cocks, to take them in her mouth, licking and sucking until they shot their sizzling hot cum all over her. She’d never felt that way before about anyone, finding pleasure in their release even though she couldn’t achieve her own. She’d spent her whole life living through fairy tales. But none of her fairy tales ever mentioned that.

  Afterward, they’d make her laugh and forget for a little while she was a captive. A slave forced to do the bidding of any male with enough minecoin to buy her for a night.

  Saige knew she had to act soon. Convince them to help her escape. She needed to get free. Get away from the Rapture Dome and from her Tharan twins – before she became their prisoner. Before she fell hopelessly in love.

  Chapter Eight

  Saige

  Lady Zey seemed almost cheerful as she led Saige down an unfamiliar corridor. This area of the Rapture Dome was one she hadn’t been in before.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I’m putting you on duty in the casino tonight,” Zey answered, an unaccustomed smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

  The casino? That explained the black garment she’d been ordered to don. Unlike the long gowns she’d been given to wear when she entertained guests in her room, this could barely be called a dress. Skin-tight and so short it exposed her bare pussy when she sat down or walked with too wide a stride.

  Not that she could win any track meets in these shoes. They were bizarre platforms, a series of geometric shapes stacked together, held on with narrow metallic straps that crisscrossed her bare feet all the way to her ankles. So high she struggled to stay upright as she tried to keep up with Zey’s rapid pace.

  The casino was another destination Zey reserved for her best-performing whores. Saige had heard about it during the rare times she was allowed to spend time with other females. They said it was as glamorous as the finest establishment on Bendak 37, a planet renowned in this part of the galaxy for its fabulous wealth and luxurious accommodations for visitors.

  “What have I done to deserve this honor?” She hoped the sarcasm wasn’t evident in her voice.

  “You’ve made quite a hit with the Tharan twins,” Zey replied. “Bophe is pleased with the amount of minecoin you’ve brought in.
He asked me to see that you got special treatment tonight. As you know, your Master believes in offering a bonus for good performance, even with his slaves.”

  Trust the Dome mistress to find a way to remind her of her position, even as she was being rewarded. Over the past two weeks, Saige had almost forgotten she was a slave. Keir and Khaun made her feel special. They really seemed to care about how she felt, and they always tried to see to her pleasure before their own. Though she still hadn’t orgasmed when she was with them, it wasn’t for lack of effort on their part. With their help, she was slowly peeling away the layers of self-protection she’d surrounded herself with for so long. Saige knew it was just a matter of time before she gave herself to them completely, body and soul.

  It was time to face the truth. She loved their mastery. Loved the way they demanded her submission. The spankings, the domination – all of it aroused her beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. They’d tie her down on the bed and then one of them would lick her pussy and clit while the other played with her ass.

  Other times they’d make her kneel in front of them, taking turns sucking their cocks. The first time they came in her mouth, she’d been driven wild by the taste of their gyron sliding down her throat like a river of sweet liquid fire. Now she was addicted to it, craving their release even though she still couldn’t achieve her own. After coming, they’d take her even higher, working the gyron on their hands and their tongues deep inside her, fingering and licking her until she was moaning and panting.

  When Keir held her immobile while Khaun buried his face in her pussy and fucked her with his tongue, she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and beg him to bury his cock there instead. Wanted him to flip her over and present her ass to Keir, so she could take them both at once.

  But she’d learned Tharans reserved that act for their chosen Mate, a sexual joining they considered sacred. In a way, it was ironic. She’d spent all her time at the Rapture Dome trying to find ways to avoid being fucked by aliens, and now that she desperately wanted two of them to claim her in every dirty way she could imagine, they hadn’t done it. Hadn’t even tried.