by Luna Hunter
He’s a different kisser than his brother. He’s… patient. Aksel takes his time, going slow, agonizingly slow, enjoying fully every sensation, every breath, every heart beat. His hands slide up her back, tantalizingly slow, making every neuron in Drusilla’s body fire. In fact, she finds herself pressing her body against his, wanting his hands to grab her, to squeeze her, to lift her up and ravage her right here in the grass.
Aksel is not that kind of man.
He’s a slow burn. He lets Drusilla stew and simmer, until she can’t take it anymore. He’s a tease, in the best possible way.
“Aren’t you going to take me?” she says, her tongue brushing against his bottom lip. Her body is now alight with desire, her nipples are hard as tiny diamonds, pressed against his rock-hard chest. “Aren’t you going to show me what I’ve been missing out on?”
His fingertips trace the contours of her ass. “No,” he says with a grin. “No, Drusilla, not yet. The time isn’t right.”
“The time is right when I say it’s right, damn it,” Dru says, running her nails up his powerful, naked thighs. She brushes the piece of cloth to the side and sucks in a breath when she exposes his hard, throbbing cock. Aksel moans as she grips the base tightly.
“You’re a tease,” she says, her breathing heavy as Aksel’s hands roam her body. “You show me all of this, and now you’re going to make me wait? That’s just not fair.”
“I want to wait,” he groans as she strokes him. “I want to share you.”
“Oh stars,” Dru says, a moan leaving her lips. That’s right. There’s two more cocks, each one as big and beautiful as the one she’s holding in her hand, waiting for her back on the Xhakan ship. They all want to share her, they all want to mate with her — at the same time. The thought drives her mad with lust, her core wet and throbbing.
“Do you really mean that?” She asks, looking up at him.
There’s still that shred of doubt in the back of her mind, perhaps a hangup that her human side has given her, that such an arrangement will only lead to jealousy and anger.
Instead, Aksel’s eyes are filled with determination, with arousal, with love. There’s no jealousy to be found there.
“I mean it with all of my heart and my soul, Dru. I want to fill you up, with my two brothers, at the same time.”
“Oh fuck,” she moans as his hand slides up her legs, all the way up, until he cups her pussy in his hand. Just the mere touch has her knees shaking, and she leans into him for support. Dru is soaking wet, and his fingers enter her easily, pushing her panties to the side. The dirty words leaving Aksel’s mouth are driving her up the wall.
“Go on,” she pants, as she buries her face in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. “Keep talking.”
“We’re going to fuck you,” he growls with a low voice into her ear. His tongue kisses her right there in her neck, where she is most sensitive. “All of us at the same time.”
“The same time?”
“Yes,” he says with a sense of urgency in his voice as her hand becomes a blur, pumping his cock for all she’s worth. They’re in the middle of this beautiful field, yet the couple have forgotten all about their beautiful surroundings as they both allow themselves to surrender to their most animalistic instincts. Aksel is completely naked, and Dru’s dress is hiked up to her waist, the Xhakan’s hand between her legs, his fingers inside of her.
“We’re going to fuck you in your pussy, in your ass, in your mouth, all at the same time. You’ll be stuffed and filled, filled to the brim with our big, Xhakan cocks!”
“Yes!” she screams, the mental image of surrendering herself completely to the three gorgeous men sending her tumbling over the edge.
That is exactly what she needs: To let go. To allow herself to enjoy the finer things in life, to give herself permission to be free, to explore… to mate with three men at the same time.
She clings to Aksel’s body as she cums right there on the spot, his fingers expertly stimulating her clit. In the throes of passion she grabs a hold of Aksel’s hard, throbbing cock with both of her hands. They become a blur as she works the shaft, feeling his warm, hard cock pulsing in her hands with unbridled energy and power.
“Cum for me,” she breathes. “I want to watch you cum!”
The words have barely left her mouth when Aksel groans, his hot cum splattering against her belly. She pumps him until there are no more drops left, and then rubs the cum into her skin with the big, purple head of his cock, her own chest rising with every heavy breath.
She loves the feeling of his hot juice on her naked skin. He nips her neck, his fangs sinking into her soft skin.
“You let go,” he whispers. “I’m proud of you.”
She looks up, resting her forehead against his. “Proud?” she says with a light chuckle. “I’m not sure if letting you finger me in the middle of this field is something to be proud of.”
“And why not?” he asks. “There’s no one around. We are one with nature, one with each other. I can sense more than you think, you know. I know you’re conflicted, I know you struggle. You try to hide it, because you want to be strong, but I’m telling you don’t have to be. You don’t have to shoulder every burden alone. You can trust me, you can trust Kolos, you can trust Ragnar. Let us be your rocks, your anchors. Your home.”
“Maybe,” she says. “Maybe you’re onto something.”
As the intense, fiery passion dies down, her old feelings rear their heads. Did she really say those things — or did she just think them?
Did she really beg to be fucked in all of her holes at once, or was that just a really wanton (and awesome) thought? Dru’s not sure anymore, but she sure as hell isn’t going to ask the naked Xhakan…
Chapter Ten
“Let’s head back to the ship,” Drusilla says as she comes down from her incredible high. “I’ve think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
She glances down at her dress. The material is ripped apart as Aksel’s strong hands made quick work of the fabric, and his tunic is nothing more than shreds at this point.
“We look like we’ve been through hell,” she chuckles.
“If this is hell, then I can’t wait to see heaven,” Aksel grins as he grabs Drusilla’s hand and leads her back to the shuttle. The Xhakan doesn’t even seem to care he’s as naked as can be, and Dru enjoys the sight of his many, many muscles.
When the shuttle kicks off, he turns to her.
“Do you want to tell me who those men were?”
A cold shiver runs down her spine. Reality is catching up with her.
“You don’t have to tel me if you don’t want to, Dru, I just want to know you. Inside and out.”
“I suppose that, after saving my life and all, you deserve an answer,” Dru answers. She has her eyes focused on a small window, watching the surface of the planet grow smaller with the second. She doesn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes when she reveals the truth. That would crush her.
“I used to work for the Gulzin Syndicate as an enforcer, as a techie, a cook, a janitor… whatever they needed me to be, really. It was the only way for me to get off Holanis. I’m not proud of what I did, but I’m not ashamed of it either.”
That was stretching the truth a bit. Of course Dru was ashamed, even if she didn’t want to admit to that right now. The Gulzin were mercenaries for hire, willing to take on any job as long as the pay was good. Drusilla has never broken her own moral code — never took slaves, never killed an innocent.
However, she knew damn well that the Gulzin were involved in such activities, even if they didn’t advertise it as such. She wasn’t blind.
“Do I disappoint you?”
Drusilla turns around, steeling herself for his reaction, her muscles clenched. She’s ready to fight, to defend, to argue, but instead, she just finds Aksel smiling kindly.
“No,” he says. “You did what you had to do to survive. That’s all we can do in this world. Plus, you gave that guy a m
ean scar.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“In fact, I’d say you are pretty bad ass.”
“Me? You’re the one who shifted into a dragon and took out a whole platoon of battle-hardened veterans with about as much effort as blowing out a candle! You’re the bad ass.”
“Fine. We both are.”
“Agreed.”
When the couple arrive back on the ship, both Kolos and Ragnar raise their respective eyebrows.
“What the blazes happened to you two?!” Ragnar says, looking at their torn (or missing) clothing.
“We ran into Dru’s past,” Aksel says.
“Really now?” Kolos says. “I’m intrigued.”
“It’s nothing,” Dru cuts in. “Can we forget about it?”
“We can not,” Ragnar says. “We are a unit. We share everything.”
We share everything.
Those words send a shiver down Dru’s spine, as she imagines all three powerful men sharing her body, sharing the pleasure. Now that she’s played with Aksel, without the other two Xhakans present, guilt fills her.
See, this is why this is never going to work, she thinks to herself. The guilt is too much for me!
“I can’t do this,” she says. The words just seem to fly out of her mouth, her conscience getting the best of her. “You’ll just have to return me to Gomorral, or just drop me off somewhere.”
“What?!” Ragnar growls. “Why not?! You are our destinuar!”
“What happened?” Kolos says.
“It’s not Aksel,” Dru is quick to say. “This has nothing to do with him, and everything to with me. I just can’t do this.”
“Why not?” Aksel says.
It’s mind-boggling to Drusilla that the other two Xhakans don’t seem to mind or notice that he’s naked as can be.
“The moment we shared was beautiful, right?” He continues.
“It was, but that’s the point! I feel guilty as hell! I kissed Aksel, I let him touch me, we…”
Drusilla can barely get the words past her lips. She always thought of herself as a badass, a warrior, a surviver. Not as a prude. Yet, she can’t even simply say what happened on the surface without her face turning as red as a supernova.
“You what? Did you two mate?” Ragnar asks.
Instead of anger, there is… interest in his voice.
“No,” Aksel says. “I made her cum with my fingers. She was ready to mate, but I wanted to share this moment with all of us.”
The other two brothers nod. “Okay.”
Dru looks at all three Xhakans. “That’s all? Okay? You’re not steaming mad? No chairs will be thrown?”
Ragnar chuckles and Kolos shakes his head.
“I told you so,” Aksel says. “We are not like you, we are not like humans.”
“Jealousy is not in our vocabulary,” Kolos says. “We don’t believe in possession. It’s simple. You are beautiful, and we want to love you. All three of us, in our own ways.”
Dru sits down, her mind racing. Despite all that they’ve said, she still thought they would have a big fight when they heard that Aksel got a base further than them both. Instead, they are as happy as can be.
Could it be that they’re really telling the truth?
Could it be that they really want to share her?
Could it be that the life she’s always wanted is right here in front of her, right within reach?
Chapter Eleven
Drusilla’s sleep that night was short and restless. She kept tossing and turning, imaging herself surrounded by three strong, hard bodies, going from one high to the next. When she woke up alone and sweaty, tangled up in sheets, she felt disappointed. The three men are having an effect on her — could this be the destinuar taking hold?
If only she got over her hangups… she was close last night, so close, but then the ship’s computer let them know they were getting close to Valkronis, and the demeanor of the three brothers changed completely.
She left them to their discussion, tired as she was by the day’s event. Now she’s regretting that. After a quick shower she heads towards the control room where the three brothers are holed up, looking at the many screens that control the vessel.
“Is that Valkronis?” Drusilla asks.
“It sure is,” Kolos answers. “We are close to docking.”
“And close to finally getting some answers,” Ragnar growls.
The planet is beautiful, bigger than any she’s ever seen before, a true jewel.
“I wonder what Father will have to say,” Aksel says.
“We’ll soon find out,” Kolos answers.
The shuttle down to the surface is eerily silent. It feels like everyone is on edge. Only Aksel musters a smile, the other two brothers faces are stone cold. Drusilla’s heart is racing. This is all she ever wanted — to travel to Valkronis. And yet, now that she’s only minutes away, doubt is all she can feel.
Will Vladimir Velo realize that she’s half-Djall? Will he even care?
“Look,” Kolos says. “Home. Hasn’t changed a bit.”
Drusilla looks out of the window, and for a moment, all her doubts are forgotten. The view is simply mesmerizing. Tall, snow-covered peaks and low valleys take her breath away. A castle looms in the distance, built on the side of the mountain, hewed from the very rock itself.
“Is that?” she asks.
Ragnar nods. “Castle Velo. Home.”
A sense of foreboding fills Drusilla. This is it.
The ship touches down, and when the doors open the four-strong couple find a large crowd is waiting on them. Every member of the royal staff has come out to greet them. The day passes quickly as Drusilla is shown around the impressive castle, all the many impressions making the time pass quickly.
After a few hours, Drusilla is tired of meeting new people, from putting on a smiling face. She wants nothing more than to be alone for a moment and to gather her strength — but she has no such luck today. Kolos introduces her to a group of Xhakan females, all of them taller than Dru, and she feels unreasonably jealous of their stately, beautiful, Xhakan features, even though the three brothers have pledged their love and loyalty to her.
“There is a banquet tonight,” Kolos says.
“Say no more,” a silver-haired Xhakan woman responds. Based on her outfit, Dru pegs her as the mother hen. “We’ll take care of it.”
Dru’s hands are grabbed and she’s led away, Kolos waving at her with a smirk on his face.
“Wait,” Dru says. “I—”
“You have to come with us,” the silver-haired woman says.
“Why?”
“Because you need a makeover!”
“A make-what now?” Dru says. “I’m fine the way I am!”
“Right,” the woman says.
Ouch.
“You’ll see,” she continues. “You’ll see.”
The next hour is very uncomfortable for Drusilla as basically all her fears come true: A group of tall, beautiful, skinny Xhakan woman fawning over her, taking her measurements, clothes coming on and off, her hair being combed and pulled and braided and fidgeted with, and even make-up being applied.
And all of that without a mirror in sight. The half-human female has no idea what they’re actually doing, and at this point, she’s almost too afraid to ask.
That’s not how Drusilla likes to be treated. She’s a strong woman. Independent. Fierce. Not a princess to be doted on, to be prettied-up like a doll.
She’s got half a mind to storm out of here in a huff, but she doesn’t want to disappoint the three Xhakan brothers. That’s the only thing keeping her here, keeping her sane: The thought that this will end, and she can spend the night in their company.
“All done,” the silver-haired woman says. She grabs Drusilla’s hand and leads her to a mirror on the far-side of the room. “What do you think?”
Whoa.
It takes Drusilla half a second to realize that the beautiful, regal woman she’s looking at
in the mirror is her. The intricate gown hugs every curve in her body perfectly, and her dark-hair is now beautifully braided. She looks like a princess.
She looks like royalty.
“All set for the banquet, which starts in… oh, we’re five minutes late! Follow me,” the woman says.
Drusilla is not done admiring herself quite yet, but duty calls, it seems. She’s dragged away once more, and she struggles to keep up with the Xhakan’s woman quick pace on the high heels they fitted on her feet.
This is the first time she’s wearing this strange contraptions, and it’s not one she’s going to repeat often!
However, the pain in her feet fades away when the woman ushers her through a door and three pair of eyes land on her.
Ragnar, Kolos and Aksel all stare at her, open-mouthed.
“You look amazing.”
“Stunning.”
“Beautiful.”
“Go on,” Dru smirks.
She could bathe in their compliments all day. She hated the idea of being royalty at first, but if every day is like this, then maybe it’s not so bad…
And the three Xhakan brothers look absolutely stunning themselves. Their loose tunics have been replaced with beautifully adorned ceremonial robes, the symbol of their House worked into the motifs.
Kolos approaches her and wraps his arm around her waist. “Ready to meet Father?” he whispers.
Right. Father. Vladimir Velo. The Xhakan Tyrant.
“Uh, no,” she stammers, but it’s too late. Together they walk into the main hall, which has been decked out to the nines. Everything about this room is breathtaking: The high ceiling, the murals, the long tables overflowing with food and pints of mead and ale. The throne made out of pure gold.
Sitting upon that throne is no one other than Vladimir Velo himself. His hair is white and long, reaching down to his waist. A thin, gold crown rests on his head, his many wrinkles betraying his age.
