Claimed by Her Mates

by Grace Goodwin

  I did as he bid, for I couldn’t help myself.

  Would I always feel the clit ring as I walked? Would it always make me aroused?

  “Squeeze me hard. Do it now,” he growled.

  I felt his cock buck and jerk in my hand as thick ropes of cum shot from his engorged shaft, landing on my ass and the curve of my lower back. It was warm against my skin. Pulse after pulse, it landed on me. He exhaled once he was spent and the three men froze around me as if waiting for my reaction. I’d never before had my body marked by the wet crisscrosses of cum.

  I let go of his cock and while he’d just released his essence, it was still hard. As I released him his hands shifted from my waist to smear his cum over my ass like lotion. “Can you feel it?” he whispered.

  I frowned, thinking his actions odd. Most men would get a cloth and wipe the seed from me, but he coated my ass with it, even slid down and ran his slick fingers over my folds, mingling our fluids.

  Wherever he touched I felt a warm glow, as if he were spreading a medicinal cream designed to heat my skin. Between my legs, it was even hotter, making my clit pulse and ache. My attention centered on his large, blunt fingers—glistening with his seed—gently moving between my legs and over my ass.

  The man before me sucked hard on my clit, the other lowered his hot mouth to my nipple with a soft bite and my knees turned to jelly. I could feel something moving through my system now like the rush of a drug thundering through my bloodstream. But I wasn’t drugged, I was aroused. Needy. Empty.

  “I’m going to fall.”

  In one quick motion, the mate behind me lifted me in his arms—not over his shoulder this time—and carried me to the bed, laying me gently upon it. The blanket was cool beneath my heated skin. Something was happening to me. When I’d been with a man in the past, it had taken time, and plenty of foreplay to be aroused enough for sex, and even then, I’d had to touch myself to come. I’d only had two lovers before, but neither could get me off on his own. I always had to help.

  But lying here blindfolded, I could feel the hot pull of three warriors looming over me. I felt small, helpless, and completely at their mercy. I imagined them with identical dark looks on their faces, lust and hunger and unforgiving demand. Lying here, I was closer to coming than I ever had been with another man—and they’d barely touched me.

  “The seed is working,” one of them commented. Reaching forward, he grabbed my ankles and tugged me down the bed so that I was settled at the very edge. Dropping to his knees, he spread my thighs wide, placing one leg, then the other, over his shoulders.

  “Men from Sector Three love to eat pussy.” His thumbs stroked over my swollen folds. “I am no exception, mate. This pussy is mine.”

  He lowered his head and ran his tongue up the length of my seam, then finished by flicking the ring with his tongue.

  I dropped back onto the bed with a soft moan as a broad tongue invaded my pussy in a hard, quick thrust. The blindfold remained over my eyes and as my mate’s mouth worked my core, another leaned in close and whispered his promise against my lips. “We’re going to fuck you, Leah. All three of us. But not until you come for us.”

  “But—”

  The intensity of the pleasure of the tongue on my clit was too much. When he slipped a finger inside of me, I clenched down, eager for something to fill me. But it was when his lips locked over my clit sucking hard and he curled the fingers inside me to stroke my G-spot—God, yes! I had one—that my hips bucked and I cried out. Loudly.

  What was happening to me? I’d just met these men and I was naked, legs spread wide with one of them licking and nibbling at my pussy. Three men! I was a slut. Something happened in transport and I was now a total, wanton slut. But the way my mate so skillfully brought me closer and closer to coming with his mouth, I couldn’t convince myself to care.

  “It’s so good,” I moaned.

  “Only good?” I heard. “Let’s make it better than that.”

  The voice sounded as if I’d insulted them. A large hand wound into my hair, twisting and pulling until my head arched back with a slight whisper of pain. Instead of protesting, I arched my breasts into the air with a soft cry. I wanted more. I needed more. As if they could read my mind, a second hand landed to cover my throat and gently squeezed, not a threat, but ownership, a demand for trust.

  I should have been afraid, I should have begged them to stop, but their touch made me wild, beyond thought. With one mate’s mouth and fingers stroking my core, I lost all sense of myself as a hot mouth latched onto each of my nipples, sucking and tugging on them. They held me down, and I could not see, could not protest. I could do nothing but shatter.

  I came. I screamed. I thrashed. I soared.

  It was like an out of body experience, the pleasure so incredible it was bright and hot and blinding, even with my eyes covered. The men didn’t relent, didn’t give me a second to recover, for their mouths didn’t stop, and the thick and wickedly talented fingers continued to slide deep inside me.

  Sweat broke out on my skin. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t catch my breath as they took me over again.

  As I lay limp and replete, my legs were lifted off my mate’s shoulders. Large hands pushed my knees back toward my chest and two more sets of hands locked around my thighs, holding me spread wide and open for fucking. I felt a cock nudge at my entrance, the metal ring slide over my sensitive flesh as I was stretched open and slowly filled. The curve of the ring brushed over the sensitive spot inside me that had been awakened by my mate’s fingers. My pussy was so swollen and tight, so sensitive that I couldn’t help the groan that escaped.

  “So full,” I whispered, my mouth dry from crying out my earlier pleasure.

  I had no idea which man was fucking me, and for some reason that made me hotter than I’d ever been in my life. A mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t tame. I turned my head to the side to meet his mouth better and his tongue slipped inside. I tasted him. He was sweet and musky and delicious. I tried to lift my hands and curl them into his hair, to discover who fucked me, who kissed me, who suckled my breasts.

  I was denied. Strong hands grabbed my wrists and held them above my head on the bed as his brother pounded into my pussy with his huge cock, fucking me until my head thrashed from side to side and I begged them to stroke my clit, to make me come again, to give me some relief.

  The man fucking me moved his hands to the backs of my thighs, taking over the job of holding me spread wide and open so the others could cup my breasts, pull and tug at my nipples. Hands gripped my ass, widening me for his brother’s fucking, hard fingers digging into my flesh and holding me exactly where they wanted me. I didn’t know who was fucking me and they’d been right; not knowing made this easier.

  The sounds of fucking filled the humid air, the wet slippery sound of a cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Their heavy breathing mixed with my sighs and cries of pleasure.

  “She’s so tight.” Those words had me clenching down on the cock deep inside me. The metal ring stroked over me, my own clit ring being nudged each time I was filled. I was going to come again. It felt different this time. More. I wasn’t even touching myself, which was remarkable. I’d come twice against my mate’s mouth and I would again… very soon, from being fucked.

  “It’s… oh, God, it’s so good,” I breathed into the hot mouth kissing me.

  “Come, Leah. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” The loud demand reached me from the man fucking me, his command harsh and insistent.

  It didn’t take more than that. The words set me off and I arched my back as I came again, my other mate’s mouth swallowing my cries of pleasure. The cock filling me didn’t relent, only moved faster but in a wilder rhythm. He pumped one last time, held himself deep inside as I caught my breath. When I felt his cum coating the walls of my pussy, filling me with one hot, long gush, I came again. I could feel his seed, hot and spurting deep inside, and the sensation of being ba
thed was too intense.

  Seconds later the hands holding my thighs up and back relaxed, the cock inside me slowly pulled out as my other mate’s attention shifted to my neglected nipple, tugging and sucking as I moaned, shocked as the need built inside me again, even faster this time. A gush of seed followed my mate’s cock, escaping my pussy to drip down over my ass.

  I panted and tried to lower my legs to the bed. I didn’t have a chance.

  “We’re not done, Leah.” The mate kissing me switched positions with his brother to take his place between my thighs. As his thick cock filled me anew, I squirmed, desperate to escape the sensations overwhelming my body. I hadn’t had a lover in quite some time and these men’s cocks were huge. I was unused to such eager and thorough attentions.

  “Stop moving.” My mate took his place at my side, his hand sliding to my throat in a move that made me shudder in surrender. His brother bit my nipple, his hand holding my wrists above my head as a huge cock bottomed out inside me, pressing against the entrance to my womb with an edge of pain.

  He pulled out and slammed deep, his balls striking my ass and the top of his cock hitting my womb like an explosion inside me. My pussy was on fire from the first mate’s seed, the chemicals they’d talked about rushing through my system like a lightning bolt. I should have thought that very notion absurd, but I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.

  He fucked me hard and fast, no finesse, just raw animal power that pushed me over the edge in a rush that left me screaming. Then he, too, pulsed inside me, his huge cock filling me with more seed, more pleasure.

  Oh, my God, I was going to die from orgasms.

  He left me then, and I knew I wasn’t done. The hold on my hands released and I bit my lip, waiting for the third cock to fill me. Instead, I gasped as I was flipped easily onto my stomach, a pillow shoved beneath my hips so that my ass was up in the air.

  “I don’t think I can take anymore,” I murmured, the coolness of the blanket refreshing on my cheek and sensitive nipples.

  A sharp crack filled the air before I felt the sting on my ass. I jolted in surprise, but a cock slipped between my dripping folds and slid deep inside, pinning me in place.

  “You spanked me!” I didn’t know which brother I was yelling at.

  “You’ll take everything we give you.”

  Flipped the other way, the ring in his cock stroked over a different part of my pussy and elicited new sensations. This brother wasn’t gentle, but I was so slick with seed and my own arousal that he didn’t need to be. He fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass. A hand stroked over my hair, another down the long line of my back. Fingers once again gripped my ass, kneading the soft flesh and pulling my core open wide for his use and pleasure.

  I was on the verge of coming again, lost as I was to everything but the hands that touched me, the cock that filled me, the arousing words they murmured. It was the finger that brushed over my back entrance, at first gossamer soft, then pressing harder, that pushed me over the edge. Slick from the seed that coated me, it slipped right inside me as my whole body at first tensed, then relaxed into the pleasure that consumed me. A scream lodged in my throat, the sound trapped with the breath in my lungs. My fingers gripped the bedding, that and the hands that held my ass the only thing that kept me grounded. I was lost, flying away.

  I’d never had anything in my ass before. But less than an hour on Viken and I had a cock in my pussy with a finger sliding in and out of my ass. I clenched down on both, trying to hold them inside, perhaps even pull them deeper. I felt the cock in me thicken just before I felt another burst of seed fill me. He groaned—I didn’t know who it was—and surely there would be bruises on my bottom from his hold.

  A hand once again tangled in my hair, pulling my head from the bed and forcing me toward his brother, who stole my air with his kiss and shoved his tongue into my mouth just as the cock in my pussy shoved in and out of me, leaving nothing untouched. Nothing sacred. Nothing mine. This body was not mine. It belonged to them, to my mates.

  My body was sated, beyond replete, but somehow they forced me to come again, a soft rolling orgasm that surprised me. I moaned at the never-ending waves of pleasure that flowed through me.

  Slowly, the cock that filled me pulled out, the ring sliding once again over sensitive tissues. The finger pulled from my ass. I was left blindfolded as two large hands held me in place, softly petting my back. I was content not to move, feeling well used, yet their continued attentions comforted me.

  “Good, the seed is staying in.”

  I was too exhausted to even think about what they were saying. My eyes slipped shut as their hands caressed my skin, as if they couldn’t stop touching me.

  “Do you think this seed will take root?”

  “It can’t be that easy, can it?”

  “The seed power is already working. She came when we did. Every time. The connection is strong.”

  “It is her body pulling the seed into her womb.”

  “Let’s keep her hips elevated for a while.”

  “We do not want her to lose a drop.”

  I couldn’t tell who spoke, nor did I care. I fell asleep without a concern. I had three men who wanted me, who liked me and were eager to fuck me. Perhaps being on Viken wouldn’t be so bad.

  Chapter Five

  Lev

  While we didn’t sleep as she did, we continued to sit on the bed and touch her. Each of us dressed in turn while the other two remained with her. By tacit agreement, we didn’t want to leave her alone, untouched, even for a minute. I could feel the connection we now shared keenly. It was as if a part of me, which I hadn’t even known was lost, had been found. The idea of her being separated from me was too appalling to consider. While the seed power had evolved in our race to bind a female to us, the strength of its effect on me was enough to make both my chest and my cock ache. My cock throbbed, ready to take her again.

  But that would have to wait. Whether it was the transport from Earth or the fucking, she was exhausted. Her red lashes fanned pale cheeks as she lay on her stomach, ass raised in the air. Red handprints marked her pale skin, a temporary sign of our dominance.

  It was difficult not to take her again, for her lush ass and very pink, very swollen pussy were on perfect display. Only a little bit of seed clung to her folds. Keeping her hips elevated had certainly worked in keeping our mixed seed deep inside her womb to ensure not only that she would be bred quickly, but that the seed power would overtake her. I wanted to stroke my cock again, to take it in hand and release my seed onto her pale skin, to spread my essence and my scent over every inch of her body, to make her mine and mine alone.

  But that would not make her happy; she needed all three of us to fuck her, to mark her with our seed. She liked being taken gently. She liked having her pussy eaten. She liked a hard fuck. She was indeed matched to all three of us. I could see the same raging desire, the same protective urges in my brothers that I now felt for this woman. She had reacted to each of us in turn, a wild and wanton lover, eager for all three of our cocks. We would each die to protect her, and that was not a vow a warrior took lightly.

  Shouting from outside the building was the first indicator that something was not right. We tensed, our postures ready, our minds shifting focus to possible danger. Drogan went to the window and looked out. “Arrows. They are firing arrows.” The first explosion woke our mate and she shifted on the bed. Drogan spun on his heel and stared at me, his eyes narrow, his jaw clenched. “Why the fuck is Sector Two attacking Viking United?”

  He strode from the window to stand before me, his jaw clenched as tight as his fists.

  “We aren’t. We wouldn’t.” I took a step closer to Drogan. I wouldn’t be intimidated.

  “Then why are there hundreds of stealth arrows in the air, seeking human targets? Why are your explosive teams firing on the buildings here?”

  I went to the window to confirm his words. Sure enough, those were stealth arro
ws used specifically by my sector.

  “Sector Two is the only sector that uses programmable stealth arrows,” Tor growled. “What are you trying to do? Get out of the mating? Kill one of us? Or keep Leah—” he jerked his chin toward our mate, “—all to yourself?”

  Leah stirred again, but didn’t fully wake. It showed just how hard we’d used her. Even being gentle, taking on three men was exhausting. Now, with a threat upon us, she looked entirely too soft, too vulnerable.

  “If you didn’t want to do this, you should have said so before we fucked her,” Drogan added.

  I stormed back to the window with Tor following. A swarm of black arrows hovered in the air, waiting to strike at any movement on the ground. Several of them were black with red tips, and would explode on impact. But they were not my arrows, not my men firing them. “Why would I do this? If I had wanted a mate, I would have said so. Neither of you would have protested in the beginning.”

  “Yes, but that was before we saw her, before I fucked her,” Tor commented, glancing over his shoulder as Leah stirred. “My seed’s inside her now, just as yours is. She is mine, and I will not give her up.”

  She woke with a small yawn and rubbed her face, then realized how exposed she was. With fumbling hands, she shifted up onto her hands and knees, tugging the blanket up around her body. Frustrated with the pillow she’d been resting upon, she tossed it out of the way.

  With her body mostly covered, her hair tousled, and her pale flesh still pink from our attention, she looked more decadent and desirable than ever. The white sheet only emphasized the pale glow of her soft skin and the dark silken blood-red color of her hair. She looked around the room, holding the blanket to cover her breasts. “What’s going on?”

  “Sector Two is attacking Viken United.”

  Her eyes widened as she slid off the bed and walked over to us. “What’s Sector Two?”