“She was complaining about everything, any time I let her talk. I kept reminding her she had it good compared to her old life, and I punished her hard. You can still see the cane lines from a few days ago. Still, she got so annoying I told her fine, I’d leave her at the embassy, and you’d make sure she got back to Anteros, but considering she couldn’t really be a nectar slave, I wasn’t sure what use you would put her to. I chained her to your gates, meaning to come back after she’d had a good fright and promised to behave, but there was this bar that served Anterrin ale, and I haven’t had any in a long time...” He raised his eyebrows and held up his hands and shrugged.
The ambassador nodded.
“I’d like to express my apologies, and make up for the trouble she’s caused.” Siridin patted his pocket and Keelie heard the rattle of credits. “Perhaps a donation to your retirement fund?” He pulled out a small bag and held it in front of the ambassador, whose eyes lit up.
“Why, you’re very kind. The cost of living has gone up considerably in the last few years.”
“So I’ve heard.” He placed the bag in the Anterrin’s outstretched hands. “May I take my slave back to my ship now? I’m fond of having her around, despite her smell, and I have a cargo I’m scheduled to pick up that’s a ways from here.”
“Fine, fine.” The ambassador waved his hands in dismissal. Keelie almost passed out in relief, though she was still royally pissed at Siridin.
“Thank you, Ambassador.”
“And thank you, Talar Sens, for a most entertaining morning!”
Keelie looked at him in confusion. He ignored her and took her still-bound arm to guide her out of the room, down the hall, and out into the sticky hot sunshine. Once they had passed the gates, he took a big breath and his shoulders relaxed. He removed the gag. As they walked, his skin color began to lighten.
“Ownership papers? You don’t own me, Talar Sens.” Why was she picking a fight with the man who had saved her life?
“It’s actually a list of favorite bars on planets I’ve been to. And Talar is not a wanted man, so it’s safer to use his name instead of mine.”
She tugged on her cuffs. “Can I get these off?”
“Nope. Not yet. Slaves don’t get to walk around like free people. I want everyone to see how disobedient you’ve been.”
Her eyes widened and she was about to call him an asshole, when Talar’s chuckle rang clear inside her head. “Don’t get all upset. He’s playing the part, in case anyone is watching. Besides, he likes seeing you like this. I do, too. Although, gagged, like you were a few minutes ago, is even better.”
“You’re talking to each other?” She was thrilled. And then it occurred to her exactly what Talar had said. Her eyes widened and her cheeks blushed bright red. She dropped her gaze to the ground and thought about nothing, just in case, until they reached the ship.
Chapter Seven
Thirty minutes later, Hayden’s Planet was behind them. Keelie was strapped in the copilot’s seat, still cuffed. She’d protested, and he’d shoved the bit gag back in. Now she was spitting fire. He avoided looking at her at all as he got clearance to leave and the ship took off at a steep angle. She’d tried talking to Talar, but for once, he wasn’t talking back, so she sat and fumed.
Siridin stared out the large window for a few minutes. She hoped he didn’t take too long, because her arms had gone from agonizing to numb over the last few hours.
Finally he stood up and came over to her. He unstrapped the straps and leaned her forward. The cuffs fell off, and her arms fell to her sides.
He picked one up and massaged it gently. She opened her mouth to him, silently asking for the gag to come out, but he shook his head and picked up the other arm. Then he rubbed her shoulders, and when he was done she was almost falling asleep. She still had little voluntary movement in her arms, but they didn’t hurt.
He sat down next to her. “Keelie, I’m going to leave the gag in for a little longer, because I want to speak uninterrupted, all right? You’ll have your turn, too.”
Translation: he figured she’d erupt as soon as the gag was out, while he was trying to say something. Okay. She could agree to listen. But when the gag did come out, he was going to listen to everything she said.
“I know how incredibly angry you are.”
She rolled her eyes.
“No, I really do. Talar can feel it, and he told me.”
Great. As long as she had this dead guy in her head she had no secrets.
“I’m so, so sorry.”
The apology caught her off guard and she stared at him.
“I really am. I’m sorry I let you go through with the mating ritual, I’m sorry I was an ass about telling you to hold it in, I’m sorry about caning you, and most of all, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you when you said you could talk to Talar.”
She’d expected justification, or excuses, not an apology. All her righteous indignation had fallen away with one sentence.
He continued. “I don’t know how this connection between the three of us exists, but I know why. You are our mate.”
She didn’t show any reaction to the statement, so he sighed and leaned forward. “Your turn to talk.” A moment later the gag was out, and she was reacquainting her imprisoned tongue with the rest of her mouth. She cleared her throat.
“I. Do. Not. Stink.”
She could feel Talar erupt in laughter. “Shut up, Talar,” she said out loud.
Siridin’s brows furrowed. “Um, well, about that. Normally, you smell lovely, like ripe fruit. But, um, today, you really don’t smell very good.”
“What? I showered!”
He looked like he was trying to contain a volcano of amusement. “Well, um, you know those white squares you ate the day before yesterday?”
“The crackers?”
“I don’t know what you call them, but they’re not for eating. Oh, they’re not poisonous. Actually the opposite. They’re a food additive that warns about poisonous or spoiled food by emitting a smell. They probably came in contact with some of your human digestive enzymes they hadn’t encountered before, and got activated. How many did you eat?” he asked with a grin.
“Four.” She was humiliated. “Maybe five.”
Talar started laughing again. This time Siridin responded. “Shut up, brother.” The laughter continued.
She could feel her face getting red as she stared at her hands. “How long before it’s all out of me?”
“Another day or two. And don’t worry. It’s a very localized smell.” He picked up her hand and kissed it. “I can’t smell it here.” She knew she should yank her hand away, she wasn’t done saying her piece, but a thrill went up her arm to her brain, and then straight down to her clit. She said nothing, though.
He must have taken silence as encouragement, for he leaned closer and kissed her hair. “Mmm. Now, that smells nice. I’m so glad your hair is the same color as our skin.”
“Now, hold on there! I’m not done being mad!”
“That’s okay. You can be mad.”
He swept her up into his arms and headed out of the cockpit. “I’ll just entertain myself by kissing you until you’re not mad anymore.” He placed her gently on his bed and touched his lips to her forehead with a surprising delicacy given his size. She closed her eyes and shivered.
“Tell me why you’re still mad?”
“Because, um, because you—” She never got to finish, because his lips brushed hers and all coherent thought fled. He touched her lips again, this time for a single heartbeat, and when he came in the third time she met him halfway, her lips crushing onto his, her hands reaching up to cradle his face. His skin was dark, darker than she’d ever seen it, and she wondered at that before his hand was on the back of her head, holding her captive. Their lips sought each other’s, dancing close, then pulling away, but never apart longer than the space of a single breath.
And then the oddest thing happened. If she closed her eyes, she could feel he
rself being kissed by two men. Not one. On her lips, yes, but also on her cheeks, and her neck, and then her chest. She held her breath, waiting, but there were no kisses where she really wanted them.
“Please...” she begged in a whisper as she thrust her breasts up at them. She felt the pleasure of both men in her head, and suddenly there was a mouth on each nipple, sucking, kissing, biting, licking. Her stomach twisted, followed by her lower abdomen, and a tornado of desire spun up and up, finally exploding into an orgasm unlike anything she’d ever felt. She cried out with a pleasure she hadn’t felt for a long time.
The last nibble and lick before they pulled away sent little shockwaves through her. She finally opened her eyes, knowing she would only see one man, but still surprised when only Siridin was there. He was grinning.
“I didn’t know humans could come from having their nipples sucked.”
“I didn’t either!” She’d never felt anything like it. She could sense Talar’s smugness. She rolled her eyes.
“Hey!” “Hey!” Both men spoke at once, outside and inside her head. “New rule. No rolling eyes at us.”
She stuck her tongue out. “I’m still not satisfied, though.”
Siridin’s face was a picture of confusion.
“You want me to be your mate, right?”
She saw and felt the affirmations.
“Well, aren’t you going to ask me if I want to be your mate? After all, I’m the one who’s going to get stuck cleaning this awful room, and since you said Talar was the cook and you not so much, I’ll be doing that too. By the way, what happened to your sheets? They were nice. And then I’ll be satisfying the needs of two of you, once you taste me, since I have no doubt I’ll be very aware of Talar also when he wants to taste me, though I’m kind of relieved I don’t have to swallow both of you, ‘cause that would be tough. So, what exactly is in it for me?”
There was a long pause, and she got the feeling they were talking to each other without including her. “Hey! I’m still here, you know.”
“Ready?” asked Siridin.
“Ready,” replied Talar.
Siridin flipped her over and onto his lap. Her head and chest rested on the bare mattress. Unseen hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head, pinning them onto the bed. She squealed and wiggled and screeched as Siridin’s huge hand made sharp contact with her skin, but the grip on her wrists held firm.
“Now, little one, I have a question for you. Will you agree to be our mate? And let me warn you, if you say no, I’ll spank you.”
“Careful, Keelie. He spanks hard.”
“I know!” “But what if I like to be spanked?” She couldn’t resist.
“Let’s say, I’ll spank you no matter what your answer is.” His large hand slapped her tender skin again, and it stung like hell.
“Yes!” she squealed. “Yes! I’ll be your mate, both of you! But I don’t do dishes!”
“Start spanking, brother. She’s going to need it frequently, I think.”
“Very frequently.” Smugness radiated off both of them like a furnace. She tried to give her opinion but the flurry of spanks that started to rain down made speech and thought impossible.
* * *
They’d kept her in the dark for more than two weeks about their destination. Every time she brought the subject up, Siridin spanked her. She suspected that he suspected she was doing it on purpose just to get spanked, because none of them were particularly harsh.
The sweet spot between her legs was pleasantly sore. She’d taken another look at Siridin’s enormous cock, this time in the light, and skittered away, asking if she could be their mate without having sex. He’d said no, and that was enough to melt her into submission. But it took almost ten days of gentle stretching before he finally pushed his hungry member into her tight channel. It still hurt awful, and she cried. Siridin held her and comforted her, but didn’t pull himself out. Talar was more hesitant, and at her tears he anxiously asked if she needed to wait a little longer. Keelie told him no, she wanted Siridin there, even if it hurt. Siridin told her she was a good girl. He also told her he intended to take her in her other, tighter hole, eventually, and she grew faint at the idea, even as she spilled rivulets of nectar.
He reassured her she smelled like sweet ripe fruit again. But neither of them brought up the idea of tasting her or giving her orgasms by rubbing her clit. Eventually, she knew she would invite them to do it, but right now the bad memories made that idea more than she could handle. And besides, they’d gotten really good at giving her orgasms from wonderful, awful nipple torment.
As they’d spent time together, she began to sense Siridin’s emotions as well as Talar’s. A few days ago he’d burned his hand on a hot pipe in the cargo area. She’d been in the cockpit watching the stars, and his pain radiated through her as if she’d been the one burned. She knew exactly where he was, too, and was there in seconds. It hadn’t been serious, but it had marked the first time she’d clearly read him without going through Talar.
She often wondered at the connection. She’d never been a huge believer in the idea of pre-destiny, but being found by these two men pushed hard at the edges of her disbelief. What if Siridin hadn’t stopped to investigate the wreckage of the Crostis ship? Would their paths have crossed at some later point? Or would Talar’s dreams have faded out eventually? She shuddered at the thought.
“What’s disturbing you, little one?” Siridin’s arms held her tight as they lay in bed together one morning.
“Nothing serious. Figuring out the workings of the universe, that’s all.”
He laughed. “For such a small person, you have big thoughts. But today is not a day to linger in bed. You need to go shower and get dressed, and eat.”
“And don’t come up to the cockpit yet.”
She was getting used to the idea of a threesome, even if she couldn’t see one of them.
“No morning spanking?” She stretched. It had become a ritual, a way to start the morning off fresh. She enjoyed rubbing her tender red butt all day and smiling. Talar had discovered he could somehow deliver a pretty solid spank or two himself, and he delighted in sneaking one in when she didn’t expect it.
“Not this morning. Be ready in thirty minutes, all right?”
“Ready for what?”
“Don’t ask so many questions.”
She stuck out her tongue physically and mentally to both, and received the solemn vow that her butt would be crimson before night fell. She hoped so.
She was ready as commanded, still dressed in Siridin’s shirt, which she’d altered into a serviceable dress.
Siridin came into the galley area and she stood to give him a kiss. He sat down and pulled her between his legs.
Talar spoke first. “Keelie, we wish there was a way to return you to your first home.”
She smiled. “I know you can’t. But I’ll be happy just to be with you both.”
“And at the same time, I’m afraid I’ll be a fugitive forever,” Siridin added. “I can’t continue to haul cargo, because one day I’ll cross paths with someone who knows who I am, and I’ll be arrested. So the three of us need to find somewhere to live.”
“And we think we’ve found the right place. But you have to help us.”
“Me?”
Siridin stood and held her hand as he tugged her toward the cockpit. “We’ve done all we can to arrange this.”
“The last step is yours.”
She emerged into the darkened cockpit. Filling the screen in front of her, so close she was sure she could touch it, was a beautiful planet, all blue and white and green. And as she watched it rotate ever so slowly, she gasped. She knew the landmass coming into view. And the one east of that, and yes, up there she saw the big lakes...
“Earth?” she whispered.
“Not of your time, but yes. Earth.”
“Keelie, I’ve been in touch with officials for days making arrangements. They’re waiting for one last thing. You have to
formally request asylum here. I can’t do that for you.”
She nodded, unable to take her eyes off of the sight she thought she’d never see again. Then she looked in a panic at Siridin. “You can come with me, too, can’t you? I’m not leaving you guys, no matter what!”
“Yes. As your mate, I can come with you.”
“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”
She turned back to the screen. “Then I’m ready.”
Siridin pushed a button. “Thank you for waiting. Here she is.” He nodded to her and she moved closer to the speaker panel.
“My name is Keelie Johnson, and I formally request asylum on Earth.” Her voice wobbled on the last few words.
“Welcome back to Earth, Keelie Johnson. As a refugee from Anteros, you are hereby granted immediate citizenship. Please proceed to the following coordinates. Once you land, we’ll have immigration meet you and get everything started.”
“Thank you.” Tears streamed down her face as she turned to Siridin. He held out his arms and she buried herself inside their copper warmth as Talar stroked her hair.
“Thank you for bringing me home.”
The End
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