by Shae Mills
In desperation, she clung to Dar’s mane and craned her head around, frantically seeking out her mate. But when her eyes met Korba’s, it was not rage she saw. It was unbridled lust. Instantly she went limp in Dar’s arms, her eyes widening as she witnessed Korba shedding his shroud and jacket.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. She looked back to Dar just as the blonde Warlord sank to his knees before her, his tongue travelling down to her navel. He held her waist, his other hand sliding off the remnants of her gown.
She began to quake, realizing that she no longer had even a shred of physical control over the situation. She was alone between two sexually engaged Warlords, their carnality fully fledged, and she could no longer move, nor would she dare. Struggling against either man at this point would provoke them further, tearing open the predator instinct within them, sparking their innate need to pursue and kill their prey, be it her or each other.
Then she felt Korba move up behind her, and she braced herself for the confrontation that was to come. But it never happened. Instead, his hands came around and cupped her breasts. His hot breath hit her neck with a heat that scorched her flesh. Then his fingers began to fondle her hard nipples, and she uttered an involuntary cry.
Dar reacted to her utterance, his hands grasping her hips tight as his tongue dipped lower.
Chelan closed her eyes as she continued to pray that one did not harm the other.
Korba tilted her head back and took her lips aggressively just as Dar parted her thighs and ran his tongue along her velvet folds. Chelan’s knees buckled, but Korba caught her, supporting her. Then he slipped one hand under her thigh, elevating her leg, parting her further for Dar’s feast. “Shhh,” he soothed. “Let us take you.”
Chelan gasped, her voice tremulous. “Promise me you will not hurt one another?”
Korba smiled, his voice a deep rumble. “No harm will come to any of us, but we may kill you with pleasure.”
Chelan went to speak but Dar penetrated her with his fingers, interrupting all that was her world. “Oh god,” she groaned. Her hands flew to Korba’s arms for support just as he released her leg. Korba’s hands once again began to roam over her swollen breasts, squeezing them as Dar stood, towering over her.
The blonde Warlord withdrew his fingers from her, watching as she pressed back into Korba almost defensively. Then her skin flushed as Dar raised his fingers to his lips, slowly tasting the moistness that coated them, scenting her.
Swallowing her essence, Dar’s eyes narrowed as he watched Korba kneading her breasts, the man’s mouth tasting her flesh as the black-haired Warlord bit into her neck. A litany of foreign sensations surged through Dar’s body like quicksilver, igniting his nerves and senses, heightening his awareness to a razor-sharp pinnacle. His thoughts cartwheeled. It was another man’s hands on his woman, another man consuming what was his, but instead of Korba’s sexual possession of Chelan inciting his fury, it only intensified his passion. He reached down and released his pants, his rigid, thick organ pulsing, straining.
Chelan gave a start. She had barely been able to accommodate one of the giants in the past. Now surrounding her were two. Trepidation coursed through her, anxiety vying for supremacy over her all-consuming desire, all of her thoughts tempered by uncertainty and fear. She knew that in the blink of an eye, despite Korba’s assurances, if anything went awry, blades could be drawn and blood spilled. And Dar was an unpredictable wildcard no matter what the situation.
She swallowed hard as the blonde Warlord stepped out of his boots and tore off his pants. Every muscle in his body was ripped, hard planes of dense muscle, all primed to strike.
Dar paused, watching every move Korba enacted over Chelan, her body responding in waves, her scent of arousal nearly sending him over the edge. He glanced down; her inner thighs glistened with her most intimate wetness. Then his jaw clenched as he watched one of Korba’s hands smooth over her abdomen, his fingers dipping into her vaginal folds as she arched back, muffling her cry of arousal into his neck.
Dar was on the verge of insanity. With one hand he reached for his own penis, his touch renewing the battle between maintaining control and his frenzied desire to possess her completely... to mark her as his. Then he became stock-still as Korba squeezed her breast, forcing her nipple upward, the man’s other hand parting her folds wide, exposing her wet swollen flesh. Dar’s mouth watered, his fist clenching his own shaft so tightly it caused him to grit his teeth. Then he looked directly at Korba, the Warlord’s eyes almost taunting him to touch... daring him to indulge in the feast offered for the taking.
Dar looked down at himself; his penis was so distended with need, it throbbed. He pulled back his foreskin and fully exposed his glans, but he dared not touch himself there. He would explode. Glancing at the porcelain beauty held for his pleasure, Dar finally reached for her, his fingers trickling over her breast to her nipple, where he gently pulled on her.
Chelan gasped at the additional touch upon her flesh, her breath coming in irregular spasms. She felt more moisture soak her folds and coat her inner thighs. She removed her face from the protection of Korba’s neck and cast her gaze down. She watched as Korba kneaded one of her breasts, Dar the other, and she felt almost weak. Licking her lips, she glanced into Dar’s eyes, where an azure flame danced. Then she looked over his torso, and tentatively reached for the organ he offered to her. He moaned to her touch, his skin as soft as silk on steel, and waves of primal heat welled within her womb.
Korba removed his fingers from her folds and kissed her throat. “Take him,” he demanded.
Chelan trembled at the thought, and instantly she sank to her knees as much out of need as out of desire. She felt oddly effete yet exhilarated, scared yet bold, shy yet shamelessly libidinous. She glanced up into Dar luminous eyes once again, just as he released his grip on himself. Then he touched her face reverently, his thumb entering her soft mouth, where she sucked it.
Finally, he surrendered himself to her, and she took him, her tongue running his length... once. She closed her eyes. He smelled and tasted like the sexual paradise she had once known... the sexual deity she remembered so well.
As Dar’s deep, guttural rumble emanated from his chest, every muscle in Korba’s body contracted, coiled to take her. He watched as Dar sank himself into her willing mouth again and again, nothing short of rapture depicted on the blonde Warlord’s features as her hands stroked and fondled him.
Korba could hardly get his breath. He stripped off his boots and pants. Then his eyes met Dar’s, and their gaze locked. Korba clenched his fists. “You will not take her and then leave her,” he growled ominously through clenched teeth.
Dar looked down at the beauty consuming him. “I will not leave her,” he uttered. “I cannot leave her. I will adjust. I know that now.”
Korba nodded, not altogether convinced. Lust tainted all, but he would find out soon enough if Dar’s words were true. Cautiously, he sank to his knees behind Chelan. Then his eyes flowed over her supple back and down to her beautifully rounded bum. Finally, he took her by the hips and positioned himself precisely. Watching Dar warily, he thrust up into her, impaling her hard.
Chelan released Dar with a gasp, Korba’s unexpected penetration jolting her to her core. Then his smooth, forceful entries electrified her and she leaned forward into Dar, her cheek resting along his hardness.
Dar took a moment to process what he was seeing... another man deep inside his woman. A spear of heat fused with threat arced through his blood, and his vision momentarily glazed. Compromise. The concept bubbled through his brain just as tendrils of poison reached the pit of his stomach. He sucked in all the air he could find, struggling to corral his murderous impulses the only way he knew how... he focused on her instead of himself.
Dar reached for her head, holding her to him as he ran his hands through her silken hair. His lady, his love, was awash in a sea of joy and sensation. She was nestled against him, a look of euphoria upon her face as his best fri
end pleasured her internally, and suddenly, the poison in his gut neutralized. He watched, now entranced by what he was witnessing.
Then he shuddered. He had often marveled at how she could absorb his maleness in his entirety. Now seeing her small frame taken forcefully by Korba almost made him wince. How she was not ripped apart escaped him, but she was undeniably in ecstasy.
Finally, her soft moans brought him back to the reality of the situation, the three of them together, and he tipped her face up. Then he slipped down to his knees before her and kissed her sensual lips. “I will not leave you, my Lady.”
Korba’s thrusts slowed, just as tears filled her eyes. “You promise?” she gulped.
He kissed her hard, his tongue exploring, tasting. Then he withdrew. “How can I walk away from such beauty, all that you offer to share with me—with us—your wondrous mind, your gentle soul, your soft heart?”
“Oh, Dar, I love you so much! I always have.”
Dar smiled. “You were right all along. I was a fool to walk away. And I can share you.” He looked at Korba, the Warlord now motionless, still buried deep in her. Dar’s eyes glinted slyly as he peered back at her. “And I think I am going to enjoy sharing you very much.”
Chelan blushed and then felt Korba withdraw from her depths. He reached down and helped her to her feet. Then both men pressed up against her. Korba tilted her face to him and looked into her eyes. “Are you okay with this, Chelan?”
She nodded. “Yes. A little dazed, though. A bit overwhelmed maybe.”
Korba smiled. “We will help that.” And he nodded to Dar.
Dar scooped her into his arms and laid her upon his bed. He slid up beside her and then drew her onto him, her back against him. He bit into her neck, his hands taking her breasts. “Now you relax back,” he whispered. “Let us do the work.”
Chelan nodded weakly and watched as Korba approached them like a giant leopard.
Dar relaxed back against the pillows, his body slightly inclined. Then he raised his legs between hers and parted her wide. He held her hips for a moment as he tilted his pelvis, sinking himself deeply within her. Then his hands returned to her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples.
Chelan arched and moaned, watching as Korba loomed over them on his hands and knees. She stiffened slightly as he placed his hands on either side of them and then kissed her mouth tenderly. His hair cascaded about them as she clung to his powerful arms.
Korba’s kiss became deep, long, and passionate, Dar’s pelvic motions, slow and rhythmic. Then Dar’s hands surrounded her breasts, pushing them together and offering her erect nipples for Korba’s indulgence. Chelan closed her eyes. Dar massaged and filled her as the ebony-haired Warlord suckled her. It was beyond her wildest dreams, and she was in heaven.
But the sensual paradise was far from over. Dar’s fingers began teasing her nipples once again as Korba moved lower. Then Dar sank himself deeper, becoming still, his shaft touching her core. Korba’s mouth found her hard nodule and Chelan gasped. Her hands flew up and entangled in Dar’s mane. She looked down, her legs spread wide by Dar’s powerful thighs, Korba between them, his broad shoulder muscles rippling as he consumed her. She cried out as Korba’s tongue sent her into delirium, her hot well clamping down on Dar’s pulsating penis. Then she exploded, her body contracting so hard it forced the breath from her lungs.
She panted for air as she tried to recover. Korba instantly withdrew, and Dar flipped her to her stomach onto the bed. The blonde Warlord spread her legs spread wide for his entry, and he drove into her again. He took her fast and forcefully until he came. Then he too cried out, his hard body going rigid as he spent his orgasm deep within her.
Chelan clutched at the sheets, tears of happiness flooding her eyes. Then she felt Dar’s warmth leave her, and she rolled over to her back. He was kneeling beside her, trying to catch his breath, his bronze body coated with sweat.
Korba approach her again, his eyes aflame. He parted her legs, his long tongue tasting her depths briefly. Then he rose over her and smiled. “Sore, my Lady?”
Chelan blushed. “No, my Lord—far from it.”
Korba instantly sheathed himself inside her to the root. “Good, because you have a very long night ahead of you.”
Chelan writhed under him. Then she looked to Dar, who was sitting on his knees beside her, staring at her. She bit her lip, watching as the blonde Warlord stroked his himself, his penis still glistening with her moisture. “Oh my god,” she moaned. “Neither of you are going anywhere.”
Dar smiled. “Not a chance,” he whispered softly.
Korba tilted up into her and she cried out, reaching for Dar. He took her hand in his and kissed he fingers just as she came, and came again, her orgasms like waves rolling upon the shore. And with her final climax came Korba’s.
When Korba recovered, he slid down beside her on one side, Dar surrounding her from the other. She could feel the men’s hands caressing over her, but she knew not whose touch belonged to whom. It was all too beautiful. She turned her head to the right and kissed her ebony-haired Warlord. Then she turned to the left and kissed her blonde god. Quite simply, she was in utopia.
Chapter 42
KORBA STOOD NEXT TO Dar, watching the readouts on the Bridge of RIBUS 1. “It appears RIBUS 7 is doing quite well on her own. RIBUS 15 is no longer required either to help her through a jump or to guide her.”
Dar rubbed at his jaw. “It still seems odd to be bringing her home with us.”
“You think we should have left her behind, a bombed-out testament to our defeat?”
“Not a testament to defeat, but a tribute to old wars hard fought.”
“She will better serve as a tribute to rebirth when she is completely repaired and once again the most magnificent war machine the galaxy has ever seen. We are resurrecting her as an attestation to both our tenacity and our power, a tangible representation of our Imperial strength and resiliency.” He looked directly at Dar. “Or are you just upset that your private sanctuary has been knocked out from under you!”
Dar smiled. “Hardly. But over my years alone on board her, I had a lot of time to reflect.”
“What was your main focus?”
“Oh, I had many. But I suppose the strongest one, the one that kept me most occupied, was our value system.”
Korba frowned. “You are not going to tell me that we should lay our weapons down and adopt the Telesian way of life, are you?”
“Not a chance. But our warring ways and our galactic dominance did factor in on many of my thoughts. No, my main consideration was our value system when it comes to matters of the heart.”
Korba looked back at the main screen. “That is a complicated topic, and both you and I have been at odds with it for decades.”
Dar nodded. “Well, I was not until Ticees’ fall.”
Korba’s lip quirked. “That is when your thoughts and struggles coalesced and were transformed into action. You know the female topic of this conversation had already planted the seeds of discontent in you long before Ticees' fell.”
Dar looked down. “You are right. My easy ways ceased well before the takeover, but I never acknowledged my reasons for abstaining after Chelan wove her way into my soul. In my mind, I was simply too busy.”
“You forget my foray into unrestrained sexual predation all those decades ago. No matter how demanding the job as Commander, I always found ample time for throngs of women. Sleep was a very low priority.”
Dar chuckled. “You are right again. I gave up the Iceanean sexual ease for Chelan far earlier than I had thought I could.”
“Your subconscious mind was already preparing to make her yours by adopting her values.”
“I am not sure that was it. I did not adopt her values so much for her as for myself.”
Korba looked back at the man. “That will take some explaining.”
“Well then, allow me. This was the main focus of my reflections. I think that in our society, we are so free wit
h our bodies that at times we don’t acknowledge the pull of our hearts.”
Korba turned as a crew member handed him a checklist to approve. “I actually think that is the advantage of our society. We can tap into our hearts when we wish, as I did with Sabina, and forgo the lust that courses through our blood if we choose. But the rest of the time, no sanctions are put on us; no feelings of guilt swirling about us. We can love many, or we can love few. We can give our hearts to one, or to all. It is just a matter of degree.”
Dar stared at the main screen while Korba signed off on the checklist and dismissed the crewmember. “That may be correct. But while we are exploring the masses, how much collateral damage is done?”
Korba drew in a deep breath. “There is collateral damage no matter the path. Look at Marri and me.”
“I guess this is why this topic kept me so occupied. I have spent all my years enjoying the sexual favors of thousands, and then along comes this one small, timorous creature, and decades of values are cast out the door. I go from spawning hundreds of children for the Guild while bedding whoever looks my way, to planning to take this one woman for myself to the exclusion of all others for all eternity, even if it betrays my best friend.”
Korba grinned. “Thousands, heh? If you had still been following your lustful urges at the time of Talon’s rise, I would have blamed your unrestrained lasciviousness for our eventual downfall.”
Dar laughed. “You cannot talk to me about the thousands. When I was first in the company of our fair lady, she asked me if I knew how many women you had bedded. I was just getting the drift of her sensibilities at the time, and I may have underestimated things a bit for her sake. And by the way, just like you, my friend, I managed my command just as efficiently, even with my lustful pursuits fully fledged.”
