by Luna Hunter
“Make that a whole lot more patient,” Kolos grins. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.”
“So let me get this straight,” Dru says. “For the record. Because this whole situation is new to me, and I’m still rather confused. You three want to make me your wife? At the same time?”
The Xhakans all nod. “Correct.”
“And you are all okay with that? There’s no jealousy? No mixed feelings?”
“There is no jealousy,” Aksel says, “The Celestial Mates have predicted we will all form a soul-bond. They have predicted you are our destinuar. There is no jealousy, no mixed feelings when it comes to these bonds. Only bliss.”
“What’s a destinuar?”
“It’s how we Xhakans bond with our partners,” Kolos says. “It’s a deep connection on a spiritual level. Once you have it, your very souls are connected, and you can feel each others feelings, hear each other thoughts. Allegedly. I have never experienced it myself… none of us has. We Xhakans; we only bond once.”
“Once?”
“Once. There’s only one soul-mate out there for each soul… or in this case, three for you,” he smiles. “That’s the theory of it anyway.”
“So when will this bond… take?”
“That’s the million credit question, isn’t it?” Kolos says. “These things happen… or they don’t. They can’t be forced, can’t be faked, can’t be recreated. It either happens or it doesn’t.”
A trickle of fear slithers down Drusilla’s back. Earlier this morning she would have prayed the bond didn’t take, she would have welcomed the free trip to Valkronis and then slipped out the three Xhakan’s life without as much as goodbye.
However, that kiss Ragnar planted on her lips has changed everything. It has shaken her to her very core, and right now, she doesn’t even know what she wants.
She’s never even allowed herself to entertain the idea of finding love. Everything she’s ever done has been with that one goal in mind — avenging her mother.
And yet now, she’s sitting across three well-dressed (or barely dressed, depending on how you want to define it) Xhakan lords who are all intent on making her their wife.
All three of them.
Just the thought makes her feel lightheaded.
“Err, well, I did learn one thing in my studies,” Aksel says. “You cannot force a destinuar, but you can… encourage one. By, well, mating.”
It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room to Drusilla as her mind works overtime.
“With all of you at once?!” She blurts out.
“If that is what you want,” Ragnar says.
“We can take turns, if that’s what you prefer,” Kolos adds.
Aksel nods. “Really, it’s up to you.”
The room spins. “I need another drink,” Drusilla adds. “And a whole lot of time to think this all over. I mean, I signed up for the Celestial Mates, yes, but I don’t know if I can handle all of this…”
“We don’t mean to rush you into anything,” Ragnar says. “Do you want me to take you to your quarters?”
“Yes please,” Drusilla says.
Before she does something she might regret.
Every moment she’s here, in this tunic that covers very little, is one moment closer to giving in to her wanton desires. Ragnar extends his hand towards her, and she gratefully accepts. The giant of a man leads the way down the hall, towards her quarters.
“I sense your hesitation,” he says.
She looks up into his fiery red eyes. Despite his immensely tall stature, his broad shoulders and his impressive beard, she feels like she can trust him.
And that’s weird, because trusting and Drusilla don’t mix. Could it be the destinuar taking hold already?
“If you want me to return you to the surface, just give the word and I will take you there”, he says. “I was the one who entered the Celestial Mates building, I am the one who asked for a mate… if this is not what you were expecting, if this is not what you want, then know you are always free to go. You are not our prisoner.”
“It’s okay,” Dru says, gazing into his eyes. “Really, it is. It’s not all of you, it’s me. I’m just… confused.”
“If there’s anyway I can help you…”
She could say it. Right now. You wants to rescue his sister from the Djall King, I want to KILL the Djall King - our goals are aligned. All I need to do is just open my mouth and let the words run out.
Instead, Drusilla stands on her tippy toes and kisses him, right on those thick lips of his.
It’s pure impulse.
He returns the kiss with an animalistic growl, lifting her up easily and planting her back against the wall. Her hands move to the back of his neck, feeling his smooth, dark hair as their tongues explore one another. She can feel his hardness press against her, the thin fabric of their tunics all that separates them both, and her body yearns for his on a deep, deep level.
Still, she pulls away from the kiss, her hands resting on his cheek, his arms still holding her up.
“I feel guilty,” she say.
“Why?”
“For your brothers.”
“Do you want me to call them?”
Dru can’t help but laugh.
“Everything seems to be so easy for you three, doesn’t it?”
“Well, that’s why we’re brothers. They wouldn’t be mad, I can promise you that.”
“I believe you, but at the same time, I feel guilty. Maybe it’s the human side of me that has some hang-ups…”
“So there’s another side of you?” He asks. “I thought you were a full-blood human.”
Dang it. See, already I’m letting my guard down, and letting these things slip out. Well, I guess he’s not THAT observant. I make sure my pointy ears are hidden in my hair, though they’re going to show up sooner or later.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Dru says. “And right now I’m not sure if I can trust you yet. Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Ragnar says. “I trust you.”
“Already? You barely know me. “
He presses his forehead against hers, and gazes deeply into her eyes.
“Already. We might have just met, but I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”
“Stop, you’re going to make me blush.”
He runs his hand down her tunic, the tips of his fingers merely brushing past her, barely touching her, and yet it drives her wild all the same.
“That’s not all I want to do…”
“I take it you’re the passionate one of the three,” she grins.
He chuckles. Drusilla love the sound of it.
“Not quite. I wear my heart on my sleeve, as they say, but Kolos and Aksel are every bit as passionate as I am… you will see that in due time.”
“I hope I do,” Dru says.
And for once, she absolutely and completely means that. She’s not quite sure if she can completely trust, open her heart and love, not one, not two, but THREE men at the same time, but deep inside of her… there’s a glimmer of hope.
Her street smarts, however, tell her that hope is not something you can rely on. Hope doesn’t put food on the table. Hope doesn’t find you shelter.
Hope only leads to disappointment.
Ragnar lowers her to the floor, and she opens the door. At the last moment she turns back, a question burning on her lips.
“Ragnar… tell me about Emla?”
The pain flashes across his chiseled face in an instant, and Dru regrets her question right away. Ragnar glances down at the floor, and when he looks up, his eyes are filled with guilt.
“Emla is our sister. And we have failed her.”
“How?”
“No,” he growls. “Now is not the time. Goodnight, Drusilla.”
He storms off, anger radiating off him in waves. There’s a knot in Drusilla’s stomach as she closes the door, resting her back against the wood. She’s on a luxurious ship heading straight
to Valkronis; she ought to be elated.
This is all she ever wanted in life.
Yet, instead of happiness, she’s filled with anything but.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Dru wakes up from a knock on the door.
“Can I come in?”
Instantly she sits upright, reaching for her gun — but it’s halfway across the room. What’s happening? This is not like Dru at all. She never goes to bed without her Xenon II within reach!
Slowly her thoughts come back to her. She’s not an a Gulzin ship and they are not being boarded by space pirates.
“I’m coming in,” the voice says.
She is on a Xhakan ship. And that voice belongs to Kolos, and he’s bringing her breakfast.
The half-blood scrambles to hide her barely clothed body with the blankets, covering her pointy ears with her hair as best as she can. Kolos just smiles at her.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” he says as he sits down on her bed and hands her a plate. “I’m not sure what you liked, so I just brought everything.”
The tray he’s carrying is stuffed to the gills with alien food, taking up every possible square inch.
“Would this be a bad time to tell you I usually skip breakfast?” Dru says.
“Skip breakfast? What are you, a lunatic? It’s the most important meal of the day!”
“So they say. And yet, I’ve survived the past twenty years without.”
“There will no breakfast-skipping on my ship,” Kolos says.
“Oh yeah? Make me,” is Dru’s sassy reply.
Kolos grabs a sausage and stuffs it right in her open mouth. “Eat up,” he grins.
“Hey!” She says, slapping it away. “If you want to feed me your sausage, you could just ask!”
“And what would your answer be to that question? Or are there more things you don’t do in the morning besides eat breakfast?”
Dru’s heart is suddenly beating very fast. Some light teasing has suddenly turned a lot more serious. Kolos’s robe is half-open, his hard body on full display. One soft tug at the cord around his waist is all that’s needed to open it.
Will he be completely naked underneath?
Her cheeks burn brightly with embarrassment, but she doesn’t want to show it. The Xhakans are already doting over her as if she’s helpless. If they knew she was an unexperienced, untouched virgin, then that would only make it worse.
“Ask me and find out,” she says.
Kolos raises an eyebrow. He’s not about to back down in this sass-off.
“How about I just show you then?”
He stands up and her heart skips a beat.
Surely he won’t…
He tugs at the rope around his waist, and his robe falls open, exposing… everything.
His hard cock springs out, throbbing, ready. Big, pulsing veins run up its massive length.
It’s the most beautiful damn thing Drusilla has ever seen.
“And?” Kolos says with a cocky smirk. “Feeling hungry?”
Drusilla licks her lips, her heart racing at a million miles per minute. She’s never seen a cock up close (or at all, for that matter), but by the stars, what a sight it is. Her core is wet with anticipation, her hand sliding down into her panties automatically.
“No,” she lies, although her mouth waters at the sight of him. “I’m not.”
“Just a taste,” Kolos says as he runs his fingers up his own member. A drop of pre-cum forms on the bright, shiny head, and Dru can’t suppress a moan as she watches it slide down his length.
Watching the massive Xhakan play with himself is the hottest sight she’s ever seen. One hand moves to her breast, the other rubbing circles inside of her panties, the lust becoming too much for her.
“Yes,” Kolos groans, his voice husky. “Lift your shirt.”
She follows his command without even questioning it, exposing her full, round breasts to the Xhakan. The moment her chest comes into view, his cock throbs even harder, and she’s filled with a sense of pride.
This majestic, this sexy Xhakan is hard as a fucking rock. For her. Dru closes her eyes as her fingers circle her clit, every movement bringing her closer to an earth shattering orgasm.
“Nice.”
That low growl — that’s not Kolos! Drusilla’s eyes fly open, and her heart skips a beat when she sees Ragnar and Aksel are now flanking Kolos on either side.
All three Xhakans are naked and stroking their hard cocks as they watch Drusilla play with herself. She doesn’t know where to look — everywhere she turns, there’s a big, hard, throbbing cock being stroked. It’s overwhelming. It’s fantastic.
It’s heaven.
From never seeing one cock, to being surrounded by three — it’s a day of firsts for Drusilla.
“Oh god,” she moans, her pussy feeling like it’s on fire as she rubs herself. A part of her wants her to take her panties off, to let these warriors fuck her senseless, but that’s too much for now. This is a new situation as it is. Better to take things slow.
If you can call fingering yourself in front of three men taking it slow…
“I’m going to, to…” she groans, biting her bottom lip, her eyes fixed on the hard members in front of her.
“Yes,” Ragnar growls. “I want to watch you cum!”
“You first,” she says, breathing heavy. “Cum on, on… me.”
Aksel is the first to blow his load. He takes a step forward, his heavy cock resting on her left breast as he cums, the thick ropes of cum coating her entire chest. The sight is beyond wonderful, the feeling of the hot cum on her naked skin making her entire body prickle with heat. Ragnar and Kolos come only a heartbeat after, load after load of their white cum covering her tits, her belly, a few strands landing on her neck or the hand that’s furiously rubbing her swollen clit.
Drusilla cums hard, her entire body shaking and trembling, her eyes shut tight as she enjoys the feeling of the warm cum on her naked skin more than she ever thought possible.
Her toes curl up as her core explodes, wave after wave of pleasure making her feel dizzy and disoriented.
If this is anything to go by, then the trip to Valkronis will be one to remember…
When she opens her eyes again, the three Xhakans have sat down on her bed, each one of them smiling.
“This is not what I expected breakfast to be like,” Dru says as she watches at the art-work the three brothers have made of her chest.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Kolos says.
The orgasm still has Dru floating, so she accepts the naked Xhakan’s hand and she doesn’t even bat an eye when Ragnar and Aksel follow them both to her large shower.
Seconds later she’s naked and being soaped up by six strong, powerful hands, exploring every inch of her body. She lets the warm water rain down on her, all worry and stress leaving her body with every touch. Dru lets her own hands wander, feeling their hard abs, their powerful shoulders, and she brushes a finger against their still sizable members a few times as well.
“What are these?” Kolos asks softly as his hands slide down her arms.
She glances at the scars lining her arms. They’re a poignant reminder of the hard life she’s lived, how none of this — the wealth, the attention, the safety — are a given to her. A pit forms in her stomach when those thought reach the back of her mind.
“I’ve lived a hard life, Kolos,” she says. “This… this is nice, but it’s not something I ever imagined possible. This is all new to me.”
Kolos nods. “On Valkronis, you will never have to fight again. We three will take care of you — always.”
Drusilla shakes her head. “That’s not what I want. I don’t intend to be your little princess you can dote over. I’m not some obedient housewife. If that’s what you had in mind, you have another thing coming. I don’t need anyone’s help.”
The three Xhakans chuckle.
“You’ve certainly got spirit,” Ragnar says.
A
s Dru’s eyes wander over Ragnar’s rugged, manly frame, she bites down on her tongue to stop herself from saying and you’ve got biceps the size of tree trunks.
“I’m not trying to ‘tame’ or ‘domesticate’ you in any way,” Kolos says. “If that is what it sounds like, I apologize. I’m merely saying you are our mate, and we will protect you. Whether you want to or not,” he laughs. “That doesn’t matter. We will do it regardless.”
Well, Drusilla thinks, that doesn’t sound too bad…
Chapter Eight
Despite the early morning romp that ended in an unforgettable shower, Drusilla’s fears win out over her lust. She spends most of her days locked up in her room, acquainting herself with the adjustable shower-head as she relives that moment over and over again.
No matter how many time she tries, it’s not enough to douse the fire raging inside of her. If anything, it only fans the flames, as only the real thing can satisfy her cravings. Dru wants to surrender herself to the three men, body and soul, but something is holding her back.
It’s on the morning of the fifth day of travel that Aksel knocks on her door.
“Drusilla, are you awake?”
“Come in,” she says, pulling the covers up.
The fair-headed Xhakan lets himself in and sits down on the edge of her bed.
“How are you feeling today?”
“I’m okay,” she says. I need help, my pussy won’t stop throbbing is not really a socially acceptable answer, she supposes.
“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to accompany me for a walk today.”
“A walk? In space?”
Aksel throws his head back and laughs.
“No, we are traveling much too fast for that. As soon as we left the safety of this ship we’d be obliterated by space debris. No, we’re stopping at a refueling station in midday, a space station hovering above the planet of Rhozenia. The views of the nebulas from the surface is supposed to breathtaking. I know you’ve been rather overwhelmed, and prefer to spend your time alone, but I was hoping you would accompany me for a hike.”
His intense, blue eyes send a shiver right down Drusilla’s spine. Though undoubtedly a Xhakan, Aksel is quite different from his two brothers. He’s more soft-spoken and gentle. Ragnar, for example, would undoubtedly by trying to run his hands up Dru’s shirt (and part of her desperately wants Aksel to do just that), and Kolos would make some cocky remark that would get her all fired up… but Aksel gives her the time and space needed to bloom.
