Claimed by Her Mates

by Grace Goodwin

  Leah took a step backward. “I don’t need to be spanked.”

  “Did you, or did you not, disobey me in the boat?”

  Her mouth fell open. “I thought you were joking.”

  “We don’t joke about obeying us, Leah,” I said. “There could be dangers and, in order to protect you, we must trust that you will listen, and do so without question. You know nothing about Viken and we must protect you—and punish you—more strictly than we would if you’d been born here and knew our ways. It would be too dangerous to allow you to make mistakes.”

  She held up her hands to ward us off, clearly forgetting she was naked. Like we’d try to restrain our desire to touch her. Like she’d be able to resist. “All right. I can see how that would be important, especially since I am completely unfamiliar with the planet. I will listen to you.”

  Lev glanced at me, then back at Leah. “That is good to hear.”

  I scooped Leah up—with a surprised shriek on her part—and set her carefully on the bench. Her torso settled against the long center piece, cushioned with soft leather like the knee rests, and her breasts hung down beautifully on either side. There were hand holds for her to grip, but as I expected, she sat up. With one hand at the center of her back, I lowered her back down and fastened the leather restraints around her wrists.

  “I put my fingers inside of me just as you instructed!”

  I paused and glanced at Lev. He shrugged. “I did not touch her, but I enjoyed the view of her fingers sunk deep inside her slick pussy. But you did not obey me right away. That is crucial for survival.”

  “I don’t like spanking! I didn’t sign up for this.” Leah tossed the words at me in an angry little voice as I tied her down. She even tried to kick out at me when I resumed my place behind her, admiring her ass as I waited for Lev to begin spanking her pretty bare bottom.

  “You do like it,” Tor said, watching.

  Leah whipped her head around and stared daggers at my brother. “How the hell do you know that?”

  “Your pussy is already getting wet.” Tor casually shrugged, then shifted his cock within the confines of his pants. “You were matched to us. While you might think you don’t like it, perhaps based on Earth custom or even from previous experience, your body knows the truth—and the testing recognized it.”

  “Have you been spanked before, Leah?” Lev asked.

  “No!” she screeched.

  Lev gave her a gentle swat to her ass as I strapped in her ankles. She wasn’t in a happy mood and I worried she’d kick out and hurt Lev, or even herself.

  “Let me up, you overbearing Neanderthals!”

  I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling. I barely knew Lev, but I knew he would not let that pass—what the hell was a Neanderthal?—without a nice pink handprint on her lovely ass.

  Chapter Seven

  Leah

  How dare these men do this to me? I was tied down to a spanking bench—just like in the dream from the processing center! Was this real life? Because it was literally out of this world. I was being dominated and overpowered by alien triplets. One of them was going to spank me and then give me a reward. What kind of reward? Would I get his huge cock deep in my pussy again? Would they blindfold me and take turns? Lev said—

  Lev struck my bottom with his hand and a flash of stinging pain raced through my system. I cried out, then lowered my head as heat rushed through me after the sting faded. Heat. Lust. Desire. God, I was so messed up. I wanted him to do it again.

  I knew I was wet. I was always wet since I’d met my mates. Just the light smack that Lev had given me had made my pussy clench and wetness drip down my thighs. How did I know this for sure? One of the brutes was sliding his fingertips through the slippery wetness right now.

  “Your body doesn’t lie,” Lev said. I heard him lick his fingers, but couldn’t turn my head around enough to see it. In fact, all I could do was look at the plain white wall in front of me. That is until Tor came to stand before me, opened up his pants, and pulled his cock free.

  Smack!

  Ouch! I stiffened and tried to shift away from the stinging blow Lev rained down on my ass but there was no way I could move. The heat of his last strike sent a lightning bolt of need to my pussy and my body began to tremble.

  “That was for not obeying me immediately. We would be done now, but you clearly need more.”

  Smack!

  “That was for your sass.”

  Smack!

  “That was for denying yourself this. You like to be spanked.”

  “I like seeing your pink handprints on her soft skin.” Drogan. He was a cocky bastard. “May I interrupt, Lev? Just for a moment?”

  Lev agreed and I tensed in anticipation as Drogan knelt between my legs.

  Tor, directly in front of me, gripped the base of his cock and began to stroke himself off. I could do nothing but watch as pre-cum seeped from the tip and formed a bead on the metal ring. I licked my lips, eager to taste it. I was ridiculously desperate for his cock, even though some twisted part of me believed I should hate them for this, hate myself for wanting more.

  I cried out as Drogan’s mouth clamped down on my pussy. He licked and sucked me, stabbing deep with his tongue until I was squirming and thrashing on the table. I opened my mouth to cry out and Tor used that opportunity to slip his cock into my mouth a couple of inches, just enough to tease me with his pre-cum. The chemicals from his seed hit my bloodstream like searing hot lava rolling through my body. With Drogan’s mouth sucking hard on my clit, I saw stars. I was on the edge. I needed to come.

  In some kind of silent agreement, both men pulled away from me, leaving me panting. Begging. God, I was pathetic. I felt like a wild animal, completely out of control. I needed them. I wanted them. In my mouth. In my pussy. In my ass. Everywhere. Anywhere. I needed—

  Lev’s huge hand stroked my ass like he was caressing his favorite pet and I pushed back into him, desperate for contact. “You will count out your punishment from earlier, Leah. Twenty to start. If you’re a good girl, I might let you have more.”

  Lev began to spank me and each time I gasped at the heat of it, the tingling, fiery burn of it. “One. Two,” I counted as I kept my eyes on Tor’s cock. Each hard strike shifted me forward on the bench so the ring in my clit made contact with the hard surface beneath me. I whimpered with each strike, the hot burn spreading through my system like liquid fire.

  When I got to seventeen, something deep inside me broke open, unleashing a storm of emotion I had no hope of controlling as tears raced down my cheeks. Weeks of fear and worry, nerves and anxiety about having my fiancé find me, poured out of me with each painful strike of Lev’s hard hand on my ass. He didn’t stop at twenty, and I didn’t want him to.

  Surrounded by these men, my rational mind shut down and the primitive animal inside me took over. It knew I was safe. Totally, completely safe, and my walls fell. My control slipped. I sobbed. I counted. I begged him to spank me harder, to break me wide open and take my pain and fear away. Even though I was lightyears from Earth, I’d brought my emotions from there with me, like unwanted luggage. I whimpered and pleaded with my mates to own me, to fuck me, to keep me forever.

  By the time I reached thirty, sweat coated my skin and my ass was pulsing with heat. My nipples tightened to the point of pain and I was desperate to be fucked. Filled.

  I needed to come. I needed them to fill me up.

  Lev’s swats changed to a gentle stroking, the softest caress, as Tor stepped toward me. “Open up, Leah.”

  His cock was inches from my mouth and I could do nothing but do as he said. Nor did I want to.

  “Good girl. Now stick out your tongue. I’m going to come all over it.”

  I watched as he continued to stroke himself before he settled the tip of his cock on my tongue, the hard ring pressing down. He groaned as hot seed spurted to coat the inside of my mouth. I could taste him, salty and hot. With a ragged breath, he stepped back, then knelt down befor
e me.

  “Swallow.”

  I did, then licked my lips. Within a matter of seconds, arousal pumped through me with such intensity that I was about to come. I closed my eyes and groaned, gave myself over to the feeling. Was this what shooting heroin was like? Pure bliss?

  “Oh, Lev, please.”

  “Please, what?” he asked from behind me, his voice dark and rough.

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  I fought against my bonds, frantic to get my hands on a cock. “Please. I need it.” My eyes flew open and I began to panic. “It’s too much. I need it. Give it to me!” I shouted.

  What was wrong with me? I was… desperate. It only became that way after I swallowed Tor’s seed. God, this fever was caused by the seed power they spoke of. The thought terrified me for a moment, but then I remembered Lev’s explanation. This bond had the same effect on the men. They needed me as much as I needed them.

  I felt a hand tugging on my stinging ass cheek, pulling my pussy open wide as a cock nudged my entrance and then thrust deep.

  I screamed. That was what I needed. Thick, hot cock. Even the scent of it, musky and dark, was appealing.

  Lodged deep inside, Lev leaned over me, sank his teeth into the spot where my neck met my shoulder and pulled his cock back, then rammed himself home. The angle I was positioned had my ass high and his cock slid in perfectly, like a sword in a sheath. I couldn’t do anything but take his hard thrusts. Now that he was inside me, I calmed and gave myself over to it.

  “I’ve been hard for you ever since you transported. I don’t think my cock will ever go down. Fuck, I’m like a randy youth. I’m going to come.”

  The wet sounds of fucking filled the air. Tor stroked my sweaty hair back from my face and I saw desire there once again.

  “You need cock, Leah? You need us to fill you, to put our seed inside you? Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” I looked up and saw Drogan stripping off his clothes, his cock springing free, ready for its own turn.

  “Come for us, Leah. Come now.” It was Lev who pushed me over the edge right into pure bliss with his cock stroking over every perfect place deep inside me and his palm landing hard across my ass, one cheek then the other, as he did so.

  When he came deep inside me, his seed coating the walls of my sex, I came again. I moaned when he slipped from me, but they didn’t leave me wanting. Drogan took his turn as Tor played with my breasts, tugging on the hard tips, timing his hard pinches to the deep thrusting of Drogan’s hard cock. Drogan reached around to my clit and stroked me easily to another orgasm as he, too came quickly and emptied himself into me.

  I was wrecked, wrung out, and unable to calm down. My body’s aching hunger for these men was still there, still roaring through my system like a wildfire through dry kindling. Tor left me to take his place behind me, to fuck me, and I couldn’t stand the waiting, the emptiness of my pussy a sensual torture I could never have imagined just a few days before.

  Instead of putting his cock in me right away, Tor took his time in playing with my back entrance, using his fingers to open me up, to stretch me for a plug that he slid deep and settled inside me. I should have been appalled as I’d never taken one before and I barely flinched at its insertion. It should have hurt or at least been uncomfortable. But the warm glide of some kind of scented oil ensured that I only felt pleasure, dark, carnal lust that built at being touched and played with in this new place. Only when I felt the flared base of the plug keeping my cheeks parted, the thick feel of it stretching me open, did Tor fuck me.

  His huge cock filled me and the sensation of being too full made me moan. Instead of backing off, Tor grabbed my ass cheeks, still burning from Lev’s hard spanking, and squeezed hard enough to make my pussy flood with new moisture. The pain triggered an avalanche of need, lust, and a reminder that I belonged to them. Forever.

  Tor pulled on my ass and the sensation of being spread even wider pushed me into a mindless haze. My body trembled, completely out of my control, and I didn’t care. I simply needed the hard pounding of his cock, the soft stroking of Drogan’s hand on my back and the hard pull of his hand in my hair. I needed Lev’s hot tongue teasing my nipple as he shoved two fingers into my mouth so I could lick the taste of my own pussy from his flesh.

  They didn’t let me up, didn’t stop fucking me for God knows how long. I lost track of time. I lost track of everything. All I knew was that the men were as insatiable as I, their cocks never softening. Even with my hips angled up, their seed slipped from me, long rivulets of it dripped down over my clit and down my belly. The last thing I remembered was being carried in strong arms and laid on a soft bed.

  * * *

  I woke up in the middle of the night, my eyes opening to a dark room, disoriented. My bedroom window, usually on my left, was now on my right. There was no street noise, no hum of my air conditioner. Sitting up, I blinked, then the sleep cleared enough for me to remember. Perhaps it was the hand that moved on my thigh that helped nudge my brain into my new reality.

  I was on Viken. I was in bed with three men. I should have noticed it first, their scent. It was almost identical for all three of them, but I recognized each had their own variation. Lev, dark and powerful; Tor, open and confident; Drogan, wild and focused. I was quickly learning their subtle differences in personality—even in the way they fucked. I had thought I would like it just one way, but when each of them had their turn, I’d come for them all. God, had I ever.

  I liked being brought to orgasm by just Drogan’s face between my thighs. I’d liked being spanked and fucked at the same time. I’d liked being tied down. I’d liked having a plug in my ass. God, I was such a slut for these men!

  The things they’d done to me before I fell asleep were probably illegal in several states back home. Here, though, it didn’t seem to be anything but normal. The Vikens had created special centers for mates to learn about such things. Embarrassment riddled me, for was it normal to be strapped to a spanking bench and punished? Was it normal to actually like the feel of my stinging, hot skin from the hard spanks from Lev’s hand? Was it normal to literally crave three men? Was it normal to enjoy having my ass played with?

  I’d never come before without playing with my clit and earlier I’d come over and over again without any stimulation there at all. My body, even now, ached for them.

  No, it just ached. My breasts were tingling and my nipples were hard. I didn’t have to see them in the dark to know that they were pebbled into tight peaks. Lifting my hands to my breasts, I cupped them and a soft moan escaped my lips. Shifting, my pussy slid over the sheets, the clit ring being nudged. I was aroused, so very aroused that heat crept into my veins and spread through my body.

  The rustling of the bedding came just before a light was turned on. Just a soft glow, enough to see by, but not enough to hurt the eyes. What I saw was three men, naked and surrounding me. The sheet that covered us had slipped off me. I, too, was naked, but I only had eyes for my mates’ hard bodies.

  “Leah?” The voice was rough with sleep. I didn’t look to see who it was, for I was too needy.

  “There’s… there’s something wrong with me,” I whispered.

  The other men stirred and Drogan sat up behind me, his hand on my shoulder. I moaned again at the contact. “She’s hot to the touch.”

  At his touch, I groaned. Without thinking, I laid back on the bed and parted my legs. I should have been ashamed of my slutty action, but I was too far gone to care. As the men sat up to look at me, I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs back and open. “Please,” I begged. God, I was begging these men to fuck me.

  Glancing down my body, I could see my clit was engorged so much that its hood was pulled back, the little ring away from the sensitive tip.

  Lev and Tor glanced at each other. “Seed power,” they said at the same time.

  “I will eat your pussy until you come again,” Drogan murmured against my neck. “Your pussy must be too sore for another fucking af
ter the one you had earlier.”

  I should be sore, very sore, from fucking three men—again and again—but I wasn’t. Even so, I didn’t really care. My body was telling me it needed cock and it needed it now.

  “No,” I replied. Turning my head, I looked into Drogan’s eyes.

  “No?” he repeated. “You will go against us? Didn’t you learn from your spanking and plugging earlier?”

  I shook my head, licked my lips. “I need more. I need your cocks. I need you to fuck me. Your mouth on my pussy, it’s not enough.”

  I looked up at my three men who loomed over me with concern—and desire—on their faces.

  “You’ve succumbed to the seed power, Leah,” Tor said. “I had no idea it was so powerful.”

  “It is from all three of us, not one,” Lev added. “It will be very intense for her.”

  “Please,” I begged, my pussy dripping with their earlier seed and my own arousal. I reached down and slipped my fingers over my folds and pushed them inside. If they weren’t going to use their cocks, I would use my fingers. Drogan and Lev each took one of my knees and pulled them wide just like I’d held them as Tor moved to kneel between my thighs. His cock was erect and ready, pulsing up toward his navel.

  He took my fingers from my pussy and placed my hand in Lev’s, who moved it by my side. He didn’t release his hold.

  Tor began playing with the plug in my ass, tugging on it, then pressing it deep. Again and again. I tried to move my hips, but Lev and Drogan held me down.

  Shifting his hips, Tor lined up his cock at my eager entrance and slid inside of me. It was one slow, easy stroke and I groaned, my eyes falling closed.

  “Yes,” I moaned, loving the stretch, the overwhelming sense of being full. It was so tight with the plug in my ass. “Fuck me. Please! I need it.”

  I sounded like a wanton slut but I didn’t care. I needed cock and I needed it now.