“It’s not bad. It just means I’m getting my—”
Her face and neck turned a delightful shade of pink. Even after everything we’d done to her, all the ways we’d claimed her body, she could still be embarrassed.
“Your courses?” Tor asked.
Three very focused, slightly worried faces stared at our mate as she nodded.
“It’s not that,” I said, certain that she was carrying our child.
“It’s too fast for me to be pregnant. It takes at least two weeks to know,” she insisted.
“As for too fast, that might be true on Earth, perhaps.” I ran my hand over her still flat belly and thought of how it would soon be round. “On Viken, it takes four months from breeding to birth.”
Her eyes flared wide. “Four months?” She placed her hand over mine.
“That means—”
“That means we go to the doctor.”
* * *
Leah
“You have done very well, Leah, allowing the mentors to believe you are resisting us. Despite how things appear, they are all quite… forgiving, as they want every Viken bride to be fully satisfied.”
Satisfied wasn’t the word I’d use to describe how my men had pleasured me. Overwhelmed. Dominated. Protected. Cherished. Loved…
“The physical exam, however, is… different.” Drogan glanced down at me as he led me toward the medical hut. It was larger than the others and set well back in the trees.
“Different?” Apprehension slowed my steps, but Drogan’s hand on my elbow kept me moving forward.
“Your body will be truly tested and analyzed. The doctors and mentors need to ensure that any problems between us are caused by mental limitations, issues of trust, and not physical maladies. They can accept that a new bride has a fear of her mate, or is not used to fucking, but they won’t accept a poorly made match or an undiagnosed medical problem. Remember, I am being tested by them as much as you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked as we stopped outside the door.
“A mate must guide his bride. If I do not pleasure you, if I do not cherish you, care for you and earn your complete trust, then I am at fault.”
Drogan tipped up my chin. “The medical exam is critical. We will be scrutinized. You will be pushed, prodded, and tested. Here, I do not believe your resistance will be feigned.”
On that ominous note, he opened the door and led me inside, dread slowing my steps as I followed him inside. The only thing that kept me from bolting was the knowledge that none of my mates would willingly put me in harm’s way.
While no other couples had been in the various training huts we’d visited throughout the week, the medical center was definitely different. I froze just inside the doorway of the one large room, my mouth open. In one corner, a woman stood with her dress pinned up at the back, exposing her bare bottom. It was mottled red from an obvious spanking, but also horizontal stripes crisscrossed the obviously tender skin. She’d been spanked not only with a hand but with a belt or cane or… something. Her hands were up and behind her head and with her elbows flared out, she had to lean forward to touch her nose to the wall. This, of course, thrust her punished bottom out into the room.
A man who was probably her mate, along with another in a uniform, stood nearby and talked of her disobedience and a several-day plan to train her. I flushed at how they spoke of her as if she were an… object.
“Good, Alma, good.”
The voice had me turning my head. A woman was on her knees sucking on a man’s cock, which was hanging from the front of his pants.
“Keep your head still. I will fuck your face as I wish.” The man’s hand cupped the back of her head and held the woman still, her mouth stretched wide around his thick cock.
“You said you were concerned about her gag reflex.” A man in uniform stood perpendicular to the couple and watched with detachment. “Show me.”
The man thrust his hips, pushing his cock almost completely into the woman’s mouth. Her hands came up and she pushed against her mate’s thighs as her eyes widened. He held still for a second, then pulled back, but not completely exiting her mouth. The woman took deep breaths through her nose and she relaxed.
“Yes, I see. Her response is quite strong; however, it is not a medical problem, but a training one. I will tell the mentor to provide you with a training cock that she can practice on. You will want her to use it as you are fucking her so she can find pleasure—even come—when her mouth is full.”
The man pulled his cock from his woman’s mouth and used his thumb to wipe at her lips, his eyes full of admiration and… pride. While I could see the woman was humiliated at being discussed so brazenly and clinically, she also reveled in her mate’s attentions, even more so when he helped her to her feet and kissed her forehead.
As he buttoned his pants, the man said, “Thank you, doctor.”
The couple came toward us and we moved out of the way as they left. The doctor approached us and then shook Drogan’s hand.
“It has been a week and I felt it time to come in,” Drogan said. “I’m sure you can understand the reason for our delay.”
The doctor nodded. “Certainly. I have heard good reports from the various mentors about your mate’s progress.”
“Yes, she was quite resistant to being watched at first, especially when I feasted on her pussy, but she seems to have gotten over that concern.”
I flushed hotly, remembering the way Tor had pleasured me so ruthlessly in the training hut, my legs tied open so I could not resist. But the heat climbing my cheeks was also caused by the way he talked about me. I wasn’t a possession, but he spoke of me as one.
“I’m right here,” I muttered, my eyes narrowing at Drogan.
The doctor remained silent, but one brow winged up.
“I have been working on her behavior, but it is a… struggle.”
Drogan sounded as if he was working with an untrainable puppy.
“What punishment methods have you utilized?”
“Spanking, of course.”
“Some use a mate’s bottom hole as a sure way to maintain obedience.”
I wanted to kill the doctor, but I assumed that would be taking the term recalcitrant too far.
Drogan slid his big hand down my back. “I’m pleased to say that my bride enjoys ass play too much for it to be considered any kind of punishment.”
My cheeks burned then and I looked at the floor.
“Ah, yes, I remember you spent time with the ass-training mentor.”
Drogan squeezed my side, perhaps in reassurance.
“She has a very tight hole. More stretching is required before I can take her there, but she is quite responsive to anal play. I look forward to how she reacts to my cock plundering that virgin portal.”
I looked up at him and my mouth fell open. I wanted it too, but… geez.
“Let’s begin the examination, shall we?” The doctor moved to a table that looked just like one in my gynecologist’s office on earth. I stalled as I stared at it.
“Here?” I whispered to Drogan. “There are going to be people in the room while I’m examined.”
The woman still stood in the corner, the two men remaining near her. Another man came and went. There was zero privacy.
“Doctor, my mate responds better to rewards than punishment.”
Drogan turned to face me as his fingers gripped the hem of my dress and lifted it, higher and higher, until the fabric of my dress was hooked over his forearm. While I felt the cool room air on my lower legs, I was still covered to everyone in the room. His finger nudged my clit ring before sliding past it, over my slit, parting me, then easily slipping two fingers inside me.
I grabbed his forearms as I whispered his name, this time in need, not embarrassment.
Leaning down, he whispered in my ear so only I could hear. “I feel our seed deep inside you. Do you know what it does to me to know you’ve been marked?”
His voice, while quiet,
was filled with his own desire. He was as affected as I, but he had to be the strong one. I could barely form a coherent thought, but I knew he was under scrutiny as much as I. He had to get me off to prove his dominance and I had to give in to prove I was his match. The way his expert fingers found my G-spot and began stroking it, that wasn’t going to be hard. “You’re going to come for me, then you’re going to let the doctor examine you. Nothing else, all right?”
I let my forehead fall against his solid chest as I dug my fingers into his biceps. “Yes!” I cried. My orgasm was so swift that I didn’t stifle the one word.
I was panting hard as I tried to catch my breath, to recover. Drogan slipped his fingers from me, let the dress fall back to the floor. Tilting my chin up, I watched as he licked my arousal from his fingers.
“There is no question, doctor, that the match is strong.”
“None, indeed,” he replied. “Your seed power is potent.”
“So is my seed,” Drogan told him. “I believe she is already bred.”
I was too sated to be embarrassed and I was thankful for Drogan’s hands holding me up, his body shielding mine from others.
“Shall I log this patient for you, doctor?” A man asked the question, although I couldn’t see who it was. I had to assume it was one of the other men in uniform.
“No, thank you. I shall enter her data myself when I finish here. If she is with child, as her mate says, there will be additional forms.”
“As you wish,” the other man replied. I heard his footsteps retreat.
“Shall I examine her now?” the doctor asked.
“Yes, however, external scanning only. I will have no other man touch her, not even a doctor.”
Chapter Nine
Lev
“Well?” Tor asked, when Drogan and Leah returned. I’d used the bathing room to shower while they were gone and only wore my pants. My feet were bare against the wood floor.
Drogan held Leah’s hand and she looked well pleasured and a bit shell-shocked. My brother nodded and an eerie feeling settled over me. It was as if my life was settling into place. A week ago I was in Sector Two, alone. Now I had two brothers who I respected, a mate, who I ached for, and a child coming.
“Under four months,” Drogan confirmed.
Tor walked over and tugged on Leah’s hair. While he did it gently, her head tilted back so he could kiss her mouth, then gaze at her intently. “This does not mean we will be any less rough with you.”
I approached, placed my hand on her still flat belly. “He is correct. However, I doubt the spanking bench will be much use soon enough.”
Drogan laughed. “I’m sure you’ll find other ways,” he replied dryly.
“I will try one of them right now.”
Leah tried to step back, but Tor’s hold remained. “You’ll spank me now? Why?”
I saw surprise in her eyes, but also eagerness. She could not hide that she liked the power I wielded over her. She liked to be spanked, the pain of it, the heady sense of submission.
“Because I can.” I stepped back. “Tor’s cock needs your attention, Leah.”
My brother released his hold and moved over to one of the dining chairs. He pulled it away from the table, spun it around, and sat down. As he undid the front of his pants, he spread his knees wide. Leah licked her lips when his cock sprang free and he began to stroke it.
I angled with my chin toward Tor. “Suck his cock, Leah.”
Her eyes flared at the idea and she walked over to him. As she lowered herself, hands and knees on the hard floor, he shook his head. “Hands here.” Tor patted his hard thighs.
A little frown formed on her brow, but she obeyed, leaning forward and placing her small hands where he commanded. I came up behind and tossed up her skirts, settling the material on her back. Scooping an arm about her waist, I pulled her back so her ass was sticking straight out and her head hovered over Tor’s straining cock. With his thumb, Tor swiped at a drop of pre-cum and raised it to Leah’s lips. She sucked it into her mouth and groaned.
I pulled back my hand and gave her a swift strike to her ass. Instantly, a bright pink handprint flared to life. She cried out around Tor’s thumb.
“Suck his cock, Leah.”
Tor pulled his thumb free of her mouth and grasped the base of his cock, holding it for her to take. Lowering her head, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the flared head, then flicked at the large ring.
I swear I could feel that hot little tongue on my own cock and I groaned. Drogan knelt beside her and slipped his fingers through her wet folds, playing. She groaned. As he stood to the side, I was able to bring my hand down again with a loud crack. It wasn’t overly hard, but the sound filled the room.
“Take his cock deep, Leah,” I ordered.
In almost greedy fashion, she bent her arms and lowered her head, taking Tor’s cock deep into her mouth. When Drogan tugged at the plug in her ass, something she had acquired during her examination, she groaned again.
“I won’t last if she keeps making sounds like that,” Tor said, his hand tangling in her fiery tresses.
When Drogan pulled the plug free, the two of us watched as her ass remained open for us, the plug having worked well to stretch her wide. Her body worked to close back up and instead of allowing it, Drogan slipped his slick finger into her ass, testing her training.
“We can take her tonight. Would you like that, Leah?” Drogan asked, beginning to slowly fuck her with his finger, going deeper and deeper into her ass each time. “Would you like this to be Lev’s cock instead of my finger?”
I spanked her again. “Drogan asked you a question.”
She came up off of Tor’s cock long enough to say, “Yes, please.”
“I will spank you until you suck the cum from Tor’s balls and swallow it deep. Since you’ve got our baby in your belly, his seed can go elsewhere now.”
I began to spank her, not overly hard, for while I knew it would not harm the baby, I was nonetheless cautious. This was more about her knowing who was in charge than any kind of punishment. For while she was sucking Tor’s cock and I was spanking her and Drogan’s finger fucked her ass, she was the one with all the power. She was the one who brought the three of us back together, who would give birth to the future leader of Viken, who ruled our hearts.
Her ass was turning a pretty shade of pink and she shifted her hips and squirmed, pushing back on Drogan’s finger.
“You may come, Leah. You may come while I play with your ass.”
The connection we shared was incredible. This woman, this beautiful, smart, daring woman belonged to us. Understood us. Let us do these dirty, naughty things to her. And came for us.
Tor didn’t last long—I hadn’t expected him to, since we were like horny youths around her—so Leah came hard, her mouth full of thick cock as his seed coated her throat, filled her belly. She rode Drogan’s finger and I watched as her arousal dripped from her empty slit.
We would take her now, again and again, not for a new ruler, not for Viken, but for us. For her.
* * *
Leah
One thing I quickly discovered about being pregnant was that it wore me out. Making a baby in nine months—I heard—was tiring, but I was cooking a kid in four months and it sucked the energy right out of me. I’d figured when the doctor had confirmed I was indeed pregnant, that he would know the sex of the child. But being a strange planet, at least when it came to day-to-day activities, the Viken race chose never to discover the sex of any unborn child. I didn’t know the laws of Viken and whether a female could rule the planet, so I worried about gender.
My men seemed to be thrilled with their potent seed and their virility, for after I sucked Tor’s cock, they carried me to bed and fucked me on and off all day long. It seemed that the seed power did not diminish with pregnancy. In fact, I was more eager than ever. So were the men, especially continuing to play with my ass, ensuring that they could take me all at once. I felt we
ll prepared for Lev’s cock in my ass, but I was a little apprehensive about being double penetrated. But they distracted me enough, waking me from my little catnaps by touching my body, watching as, almost before our eyes, my breasts grew heavy and fuller, my nipples enlarged and darkened, my belly began to take on a slight curve. It was almost crazy to watch something happen in a pace unfamiliar to me.
They were planning to form the mating union after our evening meal, but I’d fallen asleep. The last I remember was turning to my side and feeling the sticky essence of their combined seed making my inner thighs slick.
It wasn’t gentle hands and soft lips on my body that woke me, but instead strong hands that gripped me and pushed me to the floor. I came fully awake by hitting the wood floor with my hip, a large male body covering me.
“What? Drogan!” I cried. I could smell him, the scent of the three of them very distinguishable, even in total darkness.
“Quiet,” he hissed in my ear. The tone wasn’t gentle, but commanding and I stilled.
I heard fighting, the sound of heavy feet moving across the wood floor. Not just Tor and Lev, but others too.
“Find her and kill them,” the voice said. It was dark, deep and menacing.
I saw the sharp glint of Drogan’s sword, held in the hand that crossed over me, shielding me and the baby from harm.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, groans, the slide of metal out of a sheath filled the air. Drogan pushed me under the bed further, his body blocking me. The only way someone was going to get me was through Drogan, or crawling under the far side of the bed.
I saw the dark shadows of legs from my new position, one set coming closer. A grunt, then a painful, wheezing sound was emitted, then the body fell to the floor. All I could see was a black shape and I panicked, thinking it might be either Lev or Tor. Pushing against Drogan, I tried to get out from under the bed and help, but he was unmovable. I began to shimmy across the floor instead, further under the bed to go out the other side, but a strong, unbreakable grip on my hip kept me in place.
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