She started to sit up, but Zandyr lifted her off the settee, carrying her toward the unoccupied sleeping room. Shocked, she began struggling in his arms.
“Don’t make us punish you,” he warned.
Punish? She froze.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t force yourselves on me.”
“And we won’t. We will never mate with you without your consent. But there are many other things we can command you to do. Things that will bring all of us a great deal of pleasure.”
All of us? Hah. That’s never gonna happen.
He laid her on a bed covered with plush fur. “Unlike our earlier play, this part of the game does have rules. And consequences if you break them. Number one, leave the blindfold on. Number two, no matter what we do, you will lie still. If you move without our permission, you will be spanked, then tied up until you fulfill your part of the wager.”
“What?” She sat up and ripped the blindfold from her eyes. “I never agreed to…”
Zhynn grabbed her wrists, held them easily in one huge hand while Zandyr replaced the blindfold. Zhynn leaned over, brought her arms up over her head then pinned them to the mattress above her head. Delta kicked and shrieked.
Still holding her wrists in one hand, Zhynn flipped her over onto her stomach. Her protest was cut off mid-stream when she felt two swats on her backside so harsh they took her breath away.
Delta was stunned. First by the shocking sting, then the lick of fire across her tender backside. The flimsy veil provided no protection at all.
She’d never been physically punished. No one was treated with such indignity back on Earth. The closest she’d ever come to feeling anything like it was when she got dumped on her ass by a sparring partner when she was in training back at the Academy.
She’d heard of spanking, an ancient form of punishment used by Earthers who were too ignorant and uncivilized to instill obedience with reason and logic. Spankings were doled out by those in charge to younger individuals or those with lower status, most often children. Occasionally, the form of discipline was used on wayward wives or female servants. But that was back in the era when males were considered heads of the household and women no more than chattel.
Zhynn rolled her onto her back, and she found her voice. “Stop it! You have no right to treat me this way. I’m an officer in the Interplanetary Federation, not some lowly alien slave.”
“I’m afraid your master Lord Axum would disagree with that assessment,” Zandyr replied calmly. “As far as he’s concerned, you are a slave. His property, bought and paid for. And he’s given you to us for the night, to do with as we please.
“My brother and I are not unreasonable, nor are we cruel,” he went on. “Our race does not believe in slavery and we would never regard any sentient being as mere property. However Zhynn and I are Tharan warriors, sworn to uphold the customs and laws of our world. Our gyron recognizes you as our mate. That means we will cherish you and protect you, even give our lives to keep you from harm. In return, Tharan law requires that you honor and respect us and obey us in all things.”
“I’m not your mate!” she yelled.
“Not yet,” Zhynn replied, equally calm. “But you will be soon.”
“You are both crazy as…” A little voice in her head stopped her dead in mid-tirade, reminding her it wasn’t smart to keep antagonizing two seven-foot-tall aliens when she was locked in a room with them, half-naked. Especially not when they were so strong they could hold her captive using only one hand.
She decided to try a different tactic. Quit struggling. Let her body go limp. “Look, I think we’ve simply had a misunderstanding here,” she said, forcing herself to keep her voice low and soft. “I admit I’m in the wrong. Chalk it up to interplanetary cultural differences, or maybe a faulty translator chip in my head. Either way, I wasn’t aware of the consequences I might face if I lost the game or I’d never have agreed to participate, let alone made that wager. I thought we were just playing, a lighthearted pastime of naughty little thrills. I had no idea you took it so seriously. Please, accept my apology for misunderstanding and inadvertently misleading you.”
“How could we not accept your apology when you ask it so nicely?”
Zandyr sounded so reasonable, she relaxed. She’d been foolish to panic. Obviously, it was all a misunderstanding, just as she hoped.
“Thank you. I’m so glad we cleared all this up,” she replied. “Now if you’ll just let go of my hands…”
“Let go? Oh no, I can’t do that,” Zhynn replied. “You’ve broken the first two rules we set. Right after we made them very clear. We even warned you there would be consequences if you didn’t obey.”
“My brother is right,” Zandyr chimed in. “We accept your apology. But we are sworn to uphold Tharan law. And Tharan law requires us to punish disobedience in our mate.”
He was still stuck on the whole mate issue. That had to come to a halt. She interrupted him with a dose of pure logic. “You keep saying our. Which one of you am I destined to mate?”
Zandyr laughed. “Why both of us, of course. When we find our true mate, Tharan males take her together.”
“Together? Like, the female lives with both of you and you… um… you take turns, you know, doing it with her?”
This time it was Zhynn who laughed. “No, sweet human. When we mate with you, we will take you together. It is the Tharan way.”
Stunned into silence, she took a deep breath. Her lungs filled with their intoxicating gyron, sending a river of raw lust pouring through her body. Sweet Goddess! I think he’s saying they’re both planning to fuck me. At the same time.
Chapter Ten
Delta
“But right now, little human, we have some unfinished business.” Still holding both her hands in one huge paw, Zhynn dragged her over his lap, face down. “Enough of these,” he growled, ripping away the blindfold and the veil covering her lower body. “I want to watch this sweet ass redden. And I want to look into your eyes when I go on to other things.”
Delta started kicking and shrieking again, but the alien ignored her. He simply crossed one leg over hers, trapping her in place, and gave her a firm whack.
“Ooow! Let me go! I swear to the Goddess, I’ll…”
He gave her another smack. She gasped, her protest cut off in mid-stream.
“You’ll what? I admire your fiery spirit, but in case you haven’t noticed, you’re outnumbered here. The longer you fight, the longer your spanking will continue. Accept your punishment, and then we’ll move on to more pleasurable activities.”
“Accept my punishment? Are you fucking crazy?”
“I’m not familiar with Earther terms, but I think she’s cursing at us,” Zandyr observed.
Zhynn started spanking her in earnest, firm smacks delivered one after another without pausing. His hand was so big, it covered both her rear cheeks at once.
“You can cry, you can yell that it hurts, but you… will not… speak to us… with disrespect,” he said sternly, his hand cracking down on her bottom to punctuate his words.
Delta opened her mouth to argue and ended up biting off a cry. It did hurt! Every whack delivered a shocking sting, followed by a lick of fire. She squirmed to get away, but he had her wrists trapped and her legs pinned. All she managed to do was writhe against a hot hard bulge in his pants.
The realization she was helpless, that these alien twins could do anything they wanted to her, should have been frightening. Instead, a wicked thrill shot through her. Their gyron made her feel so naughty. She wiggled against his erection again, deliberately this time.
He let out a groan. He stopped whacking her and started stroking her ass. Working the gyron from his palm into her stinging bottom. Sending the scorching heat from the spanking deep into her core.
Delta let out a moan as her pussy clenched. The savage need suddenly clawing at her belly was even more shocking than the flames he’d ignited on her b
ackside. When his hand delved between her thighs, she opened her legs without thinking.
Zhynn dipped one finger into her pussy then brought it to his nose. She heard him breathe in deeply. “The scent of your juices makes me hunger to taste them.”
Taste her juices? Dear heaven, did he mean putting his mouth down there? In the past, she’d have blushed at the mere thought. But the way he said it, the low rumble of his voice, like a wild beast just before it pounces on its prey, brought out something wicked and wanton in her. Suddenly, she wanted it more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life.
Zhynn let go of her wrists, but before she could move, Zandyr took hold of them. He shifted her onto her back in the middle of the bed while Zhynn stripped off his clothes.
He was even more magnificent naked. Broad chest, powerful shoulders and arms. Sculpted abs. Her gaze dropped lower and she gasped. His cock was huge, long, and thick, the head a darker purple than the rest of his body.
He spread her legs apart and slid between them. “Remember rule number two, little human. Don’t move, no matter what I do.” He leered at her wickedly. “Or I’ll stop and spank you again.”
When he dipped his tongue into her pussy, she let out a little cry. The sound seemed to drive his ardor higher. He used the fingers of both hands to spread her labia apart and began licking. Running his tongue up to the tip of her clitoris then back down to delve into her wet heat.
“Sweet Goddess, what are you doing to me?”
He lifted his head. “Do you want me to stop?” One finger lazily stroked the tiny bud. She shivered as it started to throb and swell. Her pussy clenched then flooded.
“Yes, stop,” she panted. “Please, don’t. You’re making me… oh! please… don’t… don’t stop… Aaaah!” Her voice trailed off into a scream.
He lowered his head, rammed his tongue into her dripping slit then fastened his mouth over her clit.
Delta bucked her hips. He dug his fingers into her hot cheeks, holding her immobile while he alternated flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit and sucking it. She thrashed wildly, but he lifted her hips off the bed, draping her thighs over his shoulders. Zandyr tightened his grip on her wrists, sending a thrilling shiver through her.
Their hands held her immobile. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get away. The wave started building. Surging through her body like a tsunami. Sweeping her along, drowning her so she couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. Her entire being centered around Zhynn’s tongue fucking her pussy. His mouth sucking her throbbing clit.
She fought to breathe, but the wave kept building. Carried her to the peak then swept her over it. Poured through her body. Sent her, whirling and trembling, into the abyss.
Zandyr
She burst into tears.
“Sacred Ones, what did you do to her?” He let go of her wrists, gathered Delta into his arms.
Zhynn lifted his head. “I don’t know! I thought she was enjoying it.”
He moved up, cradled her body between theirs. Stroked her back, her hip. “Sweet one, please, don’t cry! I’m sorry. Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She lifted a tear-streaked face. “It… it’s okay,” she sniffed. “You didn’t hurt me. I just… I never…” She dissolved into sobs again.
Recognition finally dawned. “You’ve never been pleasured like that before?”
She pulled herself together. Swiped the back of her hand across her eyes. “No, I haven’t. I haven’t been pleasured in any way before. I’ve heard other women talk about it, but I honestly thought they were exaggerating.”
“Surely you mated back on Earth. The mates you had – they didn’t take you to ecstasy?”
“First of all, I’ve only had one mate, as you call it. My ex-fiancé, Lloyd.” She gave a wry laugh. “Take me to ecstasy? He didn’t even bother to ask if I was ready before shoving his cock up my pussy or down my throat. When I didn’t enjoy it, he said it was because I was…” Her lip trembled, but she pulled herself together. Went on, her voice flat. “He said I was frigid.”
“Frigid? You can’t mean you bodily temperature dropped below the freezing point.” Zhynn looked puzzled. “Our language has no translation for that term used in the present circumstances.”
“It’s the way Earthers describe a woman who is incapable of being sexually aroused.”
“There is no such thing as a female who is incapable of becoming sexually aroused,” Zandyr declared. “Only mates who are lazy and selfish.”
“Incapable?” Zhynn shook his head. “No Tharan male would ever say that. But then, we’re talented and creative lovers.” He grinned at her. “If you’d screamed any louder, you’d have shattered my eardrums. I can still taste your pussy juices,” he added in that deep tone. Her pussy clenched again.
“Now wait, Brother,” Zandyr said. “He may have been right. After all, she is from a different world. What if this was an aberration? A one-time glitch in her biological makeup?”
She looked from one to the other, alarmed. “Oh, no! You mean I might never feel that way again?”
Zhynn’s manner grew solemn. “There’s only one way to find out. But to make it a fair test, Brother, I think this time you should be the one to taste her.”
He grabbed both her wrists before she could stop him, pulling them above her head.
“You’re just teasing me, aren’t you?”
“Oh no, we’re deadly serious. We would never tease about something as important as satisfying our mate.” Zandyr got up and stripped off his clothes then climbed back on the bed next to her, his head even with her waist. “My twin and I may be identical, but we have different styles when it comes to pleasuring a female.” He ran a hand up the inside of her leg, coaxing her thighs apart. “He likes to dive right in, while I prefer a more subtle approach.”
Delta
“Please, don’t,” she murmured.
He lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
She struggled against him, “I need to pleasure you, now. Both of you.”
“You are pleasuring us. My brother and I love to hear your passionate cries as you come, feel your body trembling beneath us.” He smiled at her. “You can pleasure us in other ways later. There’s no rush. We have all night.”
She struggled harder. “You don’t understand! I couldn’t bear it if you got angry with me.”
Zhynn spoke up. “Why would we get angry? You enjoyed what I did to you, didn’t you?”
She was nearly in tears again. “Yes, oh yes. Very much. But I’m afraid,” she admitted. “What if… what if you’re right? What if it was a one-time thing? What if you do… that… again, and I don’t get aroused this time? If you go to all that trouble, you might get angry, and I know I couldn’t bear the disappointment. I’d rather just enjoy the memory of what you’ve both given me already and please you instead.”
Zandyr chuckled softly. “We’ll make a new rule, little human. Lie back and relax. Don’t be afraid. This isn’t a contest, so you have nothing to lose. Just enjoy the sensations. I’ll only go as far as you allow me. Any time you want, all you have to do is say stop – and I’ll stop.”
Her face brightened. “Really? I can lie here and enjoy it, just a little bit? And you won’t be upset?”
I’d like to throttle the selfish piece of human slime who convinced her it was all about his pleasure and she had no right to enjoy sex, Zhynn grumbled.
I agree, Brother. But we’re going to change that, Zandyr replied. Our human is a passionate creature, and it’s our job to show her how much she can enjoy sex with mates who love and cherish her.
“Love me? How can you love me?” she burst in. “We don’t even know each other.”
She didn’t realize they hadn’t spoken out loud until Zhynn responded.
“You heard that?”
“Of course I heard it. I heard you both. How could I miss it, lying here between you. By the way, you’re right about Lloyd. He
was a piece of slime. I just didn’t see it.”
“She’s Bonding with us already! I never dreamed it would happen so quickly. She hasn’t even tasted our gyron.”
Zhynn sounded so excited. She opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by bonding, but Zandyr stopped her.
“Sssh. We’ll answer all your questions later. Right now, you need to let me do as the Sacred Ones command and pleasure my mate. My brother and I are great warriors, but we’re even better lovers.”
His touch was feather-light, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh while his lips traced a path down her belly. Tiny flames danced across her skin, blazing a trail from above and below that met at her core.
She shuddered as the unfamiliar wave began building again deep inside. But, this time, it didn’t rise like a tsunami. Zandyr led her body, played it like a delicate instrument. He kissed his way down until his lips brushed her clitoris, still swollen and sensitive. When she gasped, he backed off, using his fingertips to tease the lips of her pussy, stroking until she opened her legs wider without even thinking.
She moaned when his finger slid deeper, thrust her hips up when his tongue circled around her throbbing bud without touching it. He kept on, teasing and tempting her, until she was panting and writhing beneath him. He slid one finger deeper, then a second. She gave a wild cry, and he began fucking her slowly, running his fingers in and out as her hips thrust up to meet them.
By the time he put his lips over her clit, she was nearly frantic with need. He rammed his fingers deep into her pussy and sucked the bud of her clit into his mouth at the same time.
Delta exploded. Screamed and shattered into a million bright shards, scattering across the Universe. He kept on fucking her with his fingers, sucking on her clit, drawing her orgasm out until she collapsed, limp and shuddering.
He slid up. Lay on top of her, skin against skin. “I don’t think you’re frigid,” he murmured.
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