Anna and the Three Generals

by Graham, Suzanne

  She fumbled with the second button, and Marco moved to sit next to her on the edge of the mattress.

  “Let me.” His large hands brushed her ineffectual ones away, and he deftly worked his way down the front of her shirt.

  Her eyes fixed on Kojo’s magnificent form as he slipped off his tunic and dropped it on the far bench. His shoulders looked even broader without his military uniform. The muscles were etched so clearly under his dark skin. She vaguely registered that Marco had slipped her uniform shirt down her arms. It felt almost right to be half-naked in this room with these men. Kojo’s shirtless form had her wanting the feel of his skin against hers.

  Before Marco could remove her bra, Vadim ordered her to stand up, and he untied the drawstring of her pants himself. They slid down her hips and caressed her thighs as they slipped down to her ankles. Her nerve endings seemed ultra-sensitive.

  Kojo walked to her side and turned her by the shoulders to face him. His gaze traveled over her standard issue bra and down her stomach to her utilitarian underpants.

  Oh, how she wished she’d spent some of her tokens on fancy undergarments from the marketplace that Bella visited. She must look like nothing special.

  “You are exquisite, Anna.” Kojo’s eyes revealed the veracity of his statement, as they seemed to devour her.

  She reached a tentative hand to his chest, wanting so desperately now to touch his bared skin. Covering her hand with his, he pressed them over his heart. Her skin was so pale next to his and made her feel more vulnerable in some way.

  “Do you feel that?” he asked.

  She looked from their joined hands to his eyes without answering, not knowing what he wanted from her.

  “My heartbeat,” he answered. “It’s racing for you…because of you.”

  Marco stood behind her and ran his palms over her hips. Glancing over her shoulder at him, Anna realized he’d stripped off his tunic while she’d been preoccupied with Kojo. Heat rose from his naked skin to hers, warming her up for more touching.

  At some point, Vadim had gotten off his knees and now sat on a bench, observing her with the other two men. She was momentarily overwhelmed with having three of them in the room. How was she supposed to keep track of all of them?

  As if he could read her mind, Vadim spoke. “I will watch this time. Then it will be our turn.”

  She studied him, trying to detect any resentment or jealousy for being left out. Didn’t he want to position himself for first mate by being involved in the first joining?

  Vadim shook his head. “No, Anna. No worries. I am where I am pleased to be. It would not be safe to have all three of us distracted from our primary mission.”

  “Oh. Right. The mission,” she repeated. Then she was prevented from saying anything more by Marco’s hot mouth sliding up the slope of her neck. Her head fell back to his shoulder as she gasped. The muscles and bones in her legs seemed to have liquefied, and she clung to Kojo’s biceps. His hard muscles under her palms flexed as he grabbed her around the waist.

  “To the bed,” he directed her and Marco.

  As she and Marco climbed onto the mattress, Kojo removed his uniform trousers and his under-briefs. Her mouth fell open at her first sight of an aroused male. His penis stood out from his body fully erect, pointing at her. She bit her bottom lip as nerves competed with her arousal. How the hell was something that long and wide going to fit in her channel?

  As Kojo strode to the bed, Marco’s large hot palm stroked over her stomach. His fingertips teased the edge of her underpants, and she shook under his caress. There was so much going on at one time, she wanted to call a halt so she could stop and analyze what was happening and how she felt about all these new sensations. The chemical reactions inside her body would be interesting to study if she could figure out a way to take samples.

  Before she could suggest they slow down, Kojo joined her and Marco on the mattress, and she found herself sandwiched between the two men. The heat radiating off their skin spiked her internal temperature.

  “You can touch us, Anna.” Kojo chuckled softly.

  She realized her arms were frozen at her sides. Raising them slowly, she laid a hand on each of their forearms where they intersected her belly. The hair on their arms was silky under her palms as she petted them.

  “You can touch us in other places too,” Marco whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps down her neck. “In fact, it’d make us happy if you touched us in other places.”

  Chapter Four

  Oh hellitude, Marco wanted Anna to touch his erect penis. Bella had told Anna that men liked to be stimulated there, but she didn’t have a clue what she was supposed to do with it. She’d planned to use the upcoming four weeks to research the mating process and watch some instructional downloads, but this mating had happened faster than she’d ever imagined, and now, she was unprepared.

  Stars, she hated to be uninformed.

  “Like this, beauty.” Marco guided her hand to his trousers.

  Fortunately, he was still half-dressed and only put her palm on the outside of his pants over his hard length. The sight of Kojo’s naked erection was intimidating, as it seemed to have a life of its own as it twitched against the side of her thigh. She wasn’t quite ready to grab a hold of it uncovered; whereas, she was fascinated with the feel of Marco’s stiffness under his trousers. She pressed her palm against him harder, and he murmured his approval.

  “That’s right. Feel free to explore,” he encouraged her.

  She curled her fingers around the clothed penis as best she could, to judge its size. It was big, too wide to get her fingers around.

  “That’s good. Now slide your hand up and down,” he instructed.

  She did as he said, taking it slowly, afraid she might hurt him if she did it incorrectly.

  “Oh, yes,” he whispered. “That’s the way.”

  On her other side, Kojo watched them as he traced the top edge of her bra with his fingertip. Across her chest, more goose bumps rose to his light caress. “Can you two get rid of the extra clothing now?” he asked, sounding impatient to move this mating along.

  She froze at the thought of what was coming next. How the hellitude was she going to accommodate these men in her body? They were huge, and a proper mating required all three of them to… Shiitake. She couldn’t even think about what she was going to have to do with them all at once, especially when she’d barely even touched one of their penises, and it was through Marco’s clothes at that.

  “Let me help you with these,” Kojo hooked her fingers in the waistband of her underpants.

  “No! Wait!” She yelped and sat up on the mattress. “Stop! I can’t do this.” She put her hands up in front of her to ward off their advances.

  With a little smirk, Vadim watched the other two men bumble their first attempt with Anna, more convinced than ever that he knew exactly what she needed. She’d given herself away so easily when he’d kissed her in the reception pod.

  As Kojo had said earlier, she was untried. But instead of going slowly, she needed to be taken quickly and without hesitation. Her big brain was an obvious distraction when it came to physical responses. Fast, decisive action was going to be required to get past her mental walls, and he was going to be the first to breach her.

  “Kojo, get dressed and take the watch,” Vadim ordered.

  The big black man sent him a narrowed-eyed glare, but since Vadim outranked the Lieutenant General, Kojo couldn’t disregard the command. With slow movements, the LG got off the berth and donned his uniform, quietly muttering under his breath. If Vadim wanted to truly be a hard-ass, he could have busted Kojo for his insubordination, but since they were all Anna’s mates, he decided it would be better not to exacerbate the animosity. Besides, their primary objective was still to protect Anna, and having the men distracted by negative feelings for him wasn’t going to help their mission.

  Marco sat next to Anna on the bed, his gaze on Vadim as if awaiting his own orders.

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p; “Stay where you are, Marco.” Vadim stood and approached the sleeping berth. “Come to me, Anna.”

  With only a slight hesitation, she slipped off the mattress and stood before him. Even in a simple bra and underpants, her compact body triggered a reaction in him. Perhaps it was her unquestioning obedience to him that had his erection straining against the front of his trousers.

  He bent down to her shorter height and gave her what the other men had overlooked. Pressing his mouth over hers, he wrapped her tight, little body in his arms. She relaxed into his hold immediately as her tongue danced around his. Her arms encircled his waist, and she surprised him when he felt her tentative touch on his ass. He rolled his hips into her, so she wouldn’t be able to help but notice his hard erection. Her fingers tightened on his ass, and she squirmed against him as she continued to engage in their kiss.

  He skimmed his hand up the silky skin of her back to the strap of her bra and flicked open the hooks. She didn’t seem to register the movement, as he kept her distracted with his tongue and lips, licking and sucking at her mouth. After sliding off her bra, he braced her with one hand in the middle of her back. With his other hand, he cupped her small, pert breast. Her nipple budded against his palm, and he gave her a little squeeze. She moaned her approval in his mouth, and her body grew more lax in his arms. He needed to get her on the bed, so he didn’t have to support her with one arm. He wanted to use both hands to explore every centimeter of her.

  Scooping her up, he carried her the few steps to the berth and laid her on the mattress while never breaking contact with her mouth. Kneeling on the floor at her side, he was now free to let both his hands touch her everywhere. He worked her breasts until both nipples hardened into tight pebbles. Then he slid his hands down her smooth stomach to her underpants. Without hesitating, he pulled them down and off her legs. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, as she grew more frantic with her kissing.

  Yes, she liked his approach. This was what she needed: Someone to take away all the decision-making from her, so she could just be in the moment.

  With his hands under her shoulder blades, he lifted the top half of her and turned her ninety degrees on the berth, so her legs dangled off the edge. Then he finally left her mouth and placed kisses down her jaw, her neck, across her chest, to her breasts. He sucked one tight nipple into his mouth, and she arched off the mattress with a gasp. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and he smiled around the breast in his mouth.

  She was so fucking responsive. His cock was pulsing with need to get inside her.

  After giving her other nipple equal treatment, he continued kissing down her stomach, past her navel, to the collection of dark curls between her legs. He inhaled her musky, sweet scent and stifled his groan.

  Splitting her legs with his shoulders, he leaned forward and parted her swollen lips with his thumbs. Her wetness shone in the artificial overhead light of the pod. He slid his tongue up along the center, but stopped before reaching her clit. He didn’t want her going off just yet.

  “Oh…oh,” she moaned as her hips wiggled beneath his hands. Her fists clenched the bedcover.

  He licked her again slowly along the same path, and the muscles in her thighs trembled. He’d bet one of his stars she would go off the second he touched her clit, and he no longer cared to wait to see her pleasure.

  This time the slow slid of his tongue continued to the bundle of nerves tucked under the thicket of her curls. She shrieked and bucked under his mouth.

  As he suckled and teased her clit with his tongue, she repeated, “Yes…yes…yes,” between gasps of breath. Her thighs squeezed his head as her body reacted unabashedly to her orgasm. Her breath stopped completely as she reached her highest point. Then, with a heavy gasp, she fell down the other side.

  With her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed, she laid on the berth, panting to catch her breath. Gradually, her thighs loosened their hold on his head, and her hands released the bedcover.

  Before she fully came back to herself, he lifted the bottom edge of his tunic, pulled down the front of his trousers, and drove himself into her untried channel. It was merciless, but he believed in starting the way he meant to continue, showing her that pleasure and pain were closely bound together and not giving her any time to feel embarrassed or to start over-thinking her next move.

  She screamed and came halfway up off the mattress, trying to get away from his intrusive force. Holding tightly to her waist, he refused to let her have her way. He lifted her ass off the berth and leaned back on his heels, so she sat astride him, her weight keeping her impaled.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders through the material of his tunic, as she shouted in his face. “Stop! I can’t take this!”

  “You have no idea what you are capable of taking,” he managed to get out between his gritted teeth. Her hot, tight channel was squeezing the hellitude out of his cock, making it nearly impossible for him to hold his load.

  She dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “It burns.”

  “Only for a little longer.” He released one hand from its tight grip on her hip and stroked up her curved back. Goose bumps appeared under his fingertips. “Then it gets much better.”

  As he continued to stroke her back, some of the tension eased out of her body. She turned her face into his neck and nuzzled him. “Yes,” her hot breath teased across his skin, “it’s feeling a little better.”

  He grabbed her behind the head and directed her mouth to his. She met him with an equally hungry kiss, and before too long, her hips were rolling against his lap.

  She swallowed his groan and increased her rocking on his cock. Gods above, she was a natural. He brought both his hands to her breasts, kneading and squeezing and pinching at her nipples. She arched into him, and he dropped one hand to thumb her clit.

  With a screech, she flew apart in his arms, and he grabbed her around the waist and slammed hard in and out, bouncing her on his lap. His climax roared through him like a freighter airship, blowing him to pieces, scattering his molecules.

  They clung together as they regained their breaths and reassembled their brain processes. When their breathing returned to normal, Vadim became wholly aware of the silence in the pod. He lifted his head and glanced at the two LGs. They stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Vadim and Anna on the floor.

  “Holy shiitake,” Marco cursed softly.

  “I can’t believe you took her that way,” Kojo criticized Vadim, “especially for her first time.”

  Ignoring the two men, Vadim pushed Anna’s soft brown hair away from her face with his palm, wanting to see her response. He grew uncomfortably aware that it was important to him to know she was okay with his way. He gazed down on her flushed face lying against the dark uniform material covering his left biceps.

  Finally, her eyes flicked open, and she met his with her deep brown ones. Her expression remained fixed for a moment as his heart beat faster. Then a little tug of her cheek muscle sent the corner of her mouth up, and it grew into a full-fledged smile as her eyes shone up at him.

  “Is that how it always feels?” she asked shyly.

  He nearly laughed out loud—a rare phenomenon for him—with the feelings expanding in his chest. “When it’s good,” he answered.

  “I can’t imagine that ever feeling bad.” She shifted slightly on his lap and winced when she obviously felt him still inside her.

  “Marco, fill the bathing tub,” Vadim ordered without looking away from Anna’s rosy face.

  The LG bolted from the berth, and the sound of splashing water quickly came from the private bathing room.

  “When I disengage us, it might burn a little, but only because you were untried,” Vadim spoke gently to Anna.

  “It won’t burn every time?”

  “No.” He lifted her and slipped free of her wet channel before she could think any more about the discomfort. Then he stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bathing tub. He nodded to Marco as the other man left the small room
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  Anna relaxed into the hot, soothing water with a sigh and closed her eyes.

  As a proper first, Vadim knelt next to the tub and washed her as she soaked away the soreness. The slide of his soapy hands over her silky skin had his cock throbbing for a second round, but it was too soon for that. He needed to give her time before he took her again. And technically, he needed to give her other mates their turn. But damn, he wasn’t ready to share her. He hadn’t had his satisfaction of her yet.

  “This feels very strange,” she spoke with her eyes still closed.

  “You’ve never experienced a bathing tub?”

  Her lids opened to reveal her brown gaze set on his face. “No, having someone touch me so familiarly,” she covered her breasts with her hands, “being naked before you while you are still fully clothed.”

  Vadim glanced down at his uniform, and a grin threatened his lips. “I can remedy that.” Standing, he shed his tunic and trousers. Then he raised a leg over the side of the tub. “Slide over, mate.”

  Her eyebrows shot north. “You’re coming in…here?”

  When she didn’t move, he lifted her as he stepped into the tub. When he sat, he placed her between his legs with her back to his chest. Her muscles were tense under his palms as he stroked her shoulders and arms. “Relax, Anna,” he ordered, but she remained tight.

  “Is this normal behavior between mates?”

  “Normal?”

  She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. “Do mates usually share the same bath?”

  He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what other mates do. This is what we do.”

  “Every time we bathe?”

  “Enough questions, mate. Lean back against me and turn off that big brain of yours.”

  “But—”

  “Enough!” he barked. When she flinched, he bit back his apology. He would not apologize for expecting her to obey his directives. He pressed his fingers against the trigger points in her shoulders. “Relax, Anna.” He pulled her down against his chest with her head on his shoulder.