by Cara Wylde
“Avery?”
She jumped when she felt Aedar’s hand on her arm. The three of them had stopped in front of a rather plain-looking door. Kryan was going through a whole scanning process, first his hand and then his right eye, and Avery caught herself wondering why it all looked so old-school.
“Extra security because we spend so little time on the Hordaa these days,” Aedar explained.
“I thought you guys would be more…”
“… advanced?” Kryan chuckled. “Miss, you watch too many sci-fi movies.”
“Won’t argue with you on that. But most of them are yours,” she noted mischievously.
“And for the most part, the details stay true to reality.”
“How was I supposed to know that?” Her rhetorical question was barely a whisper. Kryan had opened the door and stepped aside to let her in first. “Wow! Are all these… real? They… work?”
Kryan huffed. “Yes, they work.”
Avery nodded. She might have asked more questions if she hadn’t been so busy wrapping her head around the fact that she was currently standing in the middle of a huge room whose walls were covered in all kinds of alien weapons. Some looked like the crossbows she had once seen at a museum, others like one-edged and double-edged swords. Those were tame, in her opinion. A couple of funny-looking arrows here and there, too. Nothing too hardcore. What chilled her to the bone was the enormous laser weapon hanging on the wall in front of her, right above a wide couch. If nothing else, it looked heavy. If she were to compare it with anything she’d seen before, she was inclined to say it was similar to a rocket launcher, but she hoped to God that was not what it launched. Smaller weapons hung around it, as if the only reason why they were on display was to make the big guy look even bigger and more intimidating.
“You know what?” she said carefully. “I think I like boring.”
“Nonsense,” Kryan laughed. “All you’ll find in Aedar’s quarters is Terran wall art.”
“I like wall art…”
Kryan rolled his eyes and went to grab himself something to drink, not even offering to share.
Aedar smiled and leaned in to whisper in Avery’s ear: “Don’t worry. His bedroom looks tame enough.”
She blinked and took a better look around. She’d been so entranced by Kryan’s impressive collection that she’d completely missed the layout of his quarters. Apparently, this was just the living room. There was a bathroom attached to it, and also a generous bedroom. The door was open, and her eyes immediately fell on the massive bed in the middle of the room. Without a second thought, she went straight to it. She needed some normality for a moment, to gather her thoughts after the living room had scared the bejesus out of her. She had no doubt that Kryan and Aedar would follow her soon enough.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kryan was the first one to enter the bedroom, glass in hand. He had a smug smile on his handsome face, and no shame in studying her as if she were a delicious piece of dessert. His silvery eyes traveling up and down her body as she lay on top of the covers sent a shiver up her spine. Aedar’s entrance broke some of the spell and brought her with her feet back on the… well, Hordaa. His gaze was gentler, but just as demanding and intense.
Kryan tipped his chin. “Don’t you think it’s time to get rid of those awful things you’re wearing?”
Avery looked down at herself. What was wrong with her uniform? It fit her nicely, and she always felt strong and confident when she wore it. Oh, it wasn’t exactly sexy! Bingo!
“I’ll get rid of it when you get rid of… your rags.”
She knew her offensive description of the Kralian warrior clothes would tick them off. In her defense, they really weren’t covering much. Not that she minded it. For the past two hours or so, she’d had a nice view of their hard, ripped bodies. Bulky, chiseled muscles moving underneath purple skin… Mesmerizing.
Kryan shook his head, as if her idea wasn’t even worth being acknowledged with words.
Aedar, however, undid the golden clasp that held his tunic over his left shoulder, and let the garment fall slowly around his hips.
“Oh, it is on!” Avery bit her lower lip and made herself more comfortable on Kryan’s bed.
“Now you,” Aedar smirked.
“Huh? So soon?”
“You gotta play the game.”
“Fair. Fair.” She removed her jacket, struggling a bit with the sleeve that had been almost completely ripped off by Kryan. “Your turn again.”
Aedar’s hands went to the thick belt around his waist. Normally, it would hang heavy with an array of weapons, not just two short knives, but seeing how the SPG and the civilian Kralians were having a nice get together in the common room, all the weapons on the ship looked better in the armory and on Kryan’s walls.
“Am I the only one who feels cheated here?” he asked his brother playfully.
“Nope. She has so many clothes on her that it will take her a lifetime to remove them. I have no patience for this.”
He finished his drink, threw the glass to the side, and as it hit the wall and shattered in a dozen pieces, he took the three steps separating him from the bed and the tease of a woman who thought she could pull them into her silly game.
Avery’s blue eyes went wide with surprise. Her heart started beating faster, but her limbs refused to move. Not that she really wanted to get out of his way, but still… She liked to think she had some control over her own body and its unorthodox urges. Kryan was over her in a fraction of a second, towering above her fragile frame, unquenched hunger in his eyes. She made herself even smaller. The thought of escaping him left her mind completely. Not because there was no way out now that the Kralian had trapped her under him, but because she realized there was no other place she’d rather be.
“Not so tough now, are we?” he whispered against her lips and pulled away when she tried to kiss him. He smirked. “The rules of your little game have changed.”
She gulped. “And what are the new rules?”
He traced a hand over her buttoned-up shirt, the leather belt around her waist, and the fly of her conservative trousers. Something fluttered in his chest when he felt her shiver under his touch. This woman was messing with his head big time. He could barely focus. What had she asked? New rules… What rules? There were no rules. So, instead of wracking his brain to come up with some ridiculous answer, he hooked his fingers between the buttons of her fly and pulled hard. The round buttons flew all over the place, and he pushed two fingers between her legs, growling in displeasure when he only managed to get blocked by her panties. She was so soaked, however, that he could almost forgive her for being such a brash tease.
“Mmm…” Avery moaned and closed her eyes to better enjoy his rough touch. He found her clit through her panties, but her trousers were restraining his movements so much that she could barely get the friction she needed. She rocked her hips, then reached for the clasp of her belt herself. “All right, you win,” she mumbled. Just as she got rid of the belt and was ready to lift her hips to allow him to pull her pants down, he removed his fingers, and she gasped in frustration. “What are you doing?”
Kryan grabbed her shirt with both hands and pulled. The soft fabric ripped into two even pieces which he discarded on the floor.
“Hey! What am I supposed to wear when I go back to the SPG?!”
Aedar sat down next to her and proceeded to help his brother undress her completely.
“A Kralian dress,” he said undisturbed.
“No way. What will they think?”
“That you wanted to show our people that you’re devoted to our mutual cause and they can trust you.”
Avery opened her mouth to say something, but all that she managed was a small cry when she found herself being flipped on her belly with such force and speed that she didn’t even have time to understand what was happening. Kryan pulled her hips in the air and applied to her panties the same treatment as he’d ap
plied to her shirt. In a matter of seconds, she was naked and exposed, and all she could do was brace herself for what she knew would come. Kryan liked to be rough, and just the thought that he was about to plunge himself deep inside her made her pussy throb and gush.
Aedar removed the rest of his warrior outfit and knelt on the bed, in front of her. He ran his hands through her soft blonde hair and pulled at it just enough to make her look up. His hard cock twitched when her gaze fell on the round, glistening head.
“Do you want it?” he asked in a husky tone.
“Mhmmmm…”
She would have loved to reach out and run her fingers up and down that beautiful, purple rod, but she felt Kryan positioning himself at her dripping entrance, and she needed both her hands firmly placed on the mattress. On the plus side, that meant giving Aedar freedom to fuck her mouth on his own terms, which excited her more than she’d ever admit even to herself.
The Kralian ship captains entered her at the same time. Avery closed her eyes and allowed herself to take in every single sensation. Her tight passage welcomed Kryan’s massive cock, and her mouth watered when Aedar placed the head of his on her tongue and ordered her to lap up every drop that had gathered around the slit. She cleaned his cock, then took more of it in as she rocked her body in rhythm with Kryan’s thrusts. Aedar’s firm hand on the back of her neck, Kryan’s fingers digging into the flesh of her hips… She felt desired and so full of them, of their flesh, thoughts, and emotions, that she believed she wouldn’t mind so much if she lost her own identity there and then. Her whole being was richer and more radiant when the three of them were connected like this, all surrendered to the lust that was flowing through them, from one to the other, then back again.
She was so close to release. Kryan was moving faster and harder in response to her unspoken demands, and Aedar was pushing his cock so deep down her throat that she was surprised she could still breathe. She wasn’t even sure she was breathing through her own nostrils. Maybe, she was breathing through theirs. Or, maybe, she wasn’t breathing at all, and her brain was being tricked into believing everything was fine because Kryan and Aedar were breathing for her, too. When the orgasm she’d been craving for days hit her body full-force, she was unable to voice it. Aedar’s seed poured down her throat, and she swallowed it greedily. Kryan didn’t stop, though. He was almost there, but she could feel him holding himself back, wanting to prolong the pure pleasure of being buried inside her pussy for as much as he could.
Avery arched her back and pulled away from Aedar’s cock when a second orgasm took her by surprise, then a third. This time, she screamed with all the might of her poor lungs and took in huge gulps of air. She felt more than lightheaded. She felt as if her body wasn’t even there anymore. She lost awareness of the mattress underneath her hands and knees, of the whole bed itself, the walls, and the room. It was as if she was floating in space, and for a moment, she was convinced that if she opened her eyes, she’d see the Hordaa floating right by her side. What brought her back into the present and the physical reality was Kryan’s hot seed filling her up, causing her walls to throb and clench in a desperate attempt to milk everything he had to give. When he pulled out after a few seconds, she let out a sigh of relief and dropped onto the bed, face first.
Kryan lied down next to her and pulled her into his arms. Aedar did the same on her other side, his fingers trailing all over her arms, shoulders, and back as she lay half on top of Kryan’s chest.
“I love you, too,” she murmured.
No, she hadn’t said it first. It was her answer to what the Kralians had told her telepathically. Instead of answering them in the same way, she’d decided to say it out loud. The words hung in the air for a long while as the three of them almost drifted off to sleep.
“Well, now… it really does have to work,” Aedar finally broke the silence.
“Mmm… what?” Avery could barely form coherent words, let alone speak.
“The plan.”
Kryan ran a hand through his dark, slightly sweaty and tangled hair. “I can’t lose you now. We can’t lose you.”
Avery sighed and pushed herself up. The magic was gone, and it was time to get back to business.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yeah,” said Aedar.
“Are you sure your scientists got it right?”
“No question.”
She dragged in a breath, stretched, then got off the bed.
“I need clothes.”
CHAPTER FIVE
They had decided there was no point in waiting. No better time than the present and all that, and Avery had to admit that losing her FBI uniform to the rough, lustful hands of her two Kralian lovers hadn’t been such a bad idea. The meeting with the other four ship captains was going to take place in a cozy room next to the stargate room, and the SPG only had a few more minutes left to discuss the last details and leave the room. Eldav, Gorgan, Drav, and Araime didn’t need to know about the SPG, let alone that so many Terrans were currently on the Hordaa, walking among the Kralians. Kryan and Aedar were going to tell them the truth, but not the entire truth. For instance, it was a good thing that Avery was now wearing a yellow leotard and a transparent, orange dress, since she was going to attend the meeting. Not as an FBI or SPG agent, and not as Avery Tonkin, but not as a pleasure slave, either. She was simply going to be Poppy Tonks, the blonde Hollywood bombshell whom Kryan and Aedar had attempted to turn into their pleasure slave without much luck.
Lisa Jenkins gave Avery a tight hug before leaving the room.
“Stay strong,” she said.
“I will. Thank you.”
The rest of the SPG team nodded slightly, then made their way back to the Kralian civilians. The purple aliens had promised them to show them more of the ship and the jobs they each had to keep it running. No one was more excited at the opportunity than Dr. Dan Jeffreys, but unfortunately, he was needed in the science lab.
Captain Shaw lingered a moment longer. He studied Avery carefully, taking in her new outfit, the blonde hair spilling down on her shoulders and back, and the rosy cheeks she’d been sporting since she’d been back from visiting the greenhouse with the two ship captains. He wasn’t sure what to think. His instinct was telling him there was more going on than what Agent Tonkin was letting on, but frankly, he was afraid to go down that road. What would it mean? A real, honest to God relationship with Kryan and Aedar? What would it mean to their mission, to their planet, to… to him? No, he had to halt that train of thought before it was too late. It made no sense. The strong and bright woman before him would never betray her own people. She was just a good actress, that was all. She could almost make him believe that she was no more than a humble slave to the Kralian masters.
“Good luck,” he finally said.
“Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”
Ben Shaw pursed his lips. “I know you won’t.” He turned on his heels and followed his team.
Avery released a long, pained breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Alone in what had been turned into a conference room, she fussed with her dress and hair, sat down in one of the huge, plushy chairs, stood back up, and paced the room until Aedar poked his head in.
“How are you feeling?”
She nodded tensely, then shook her head, as if she couldn’t make up her mind.
“I don’t know. Err… anxious? Excited? This whole day has been such a roller coaster that I can’t even differentiate between the two anymore.”
Aedar gave her a sweet, reassuring smile.
“You have nothing to worry about, princess. We’ll do all the work, okay? You just relax, sip your Brazilian coffee, and look pretty.”
She chuckled nervously. “That’s all you need me for?” She knew he was trying to make her feel better by playing down the importance of the meeting.
He shrugged. “Well, for emotional support, too. But yeah… Just be the Terran princess that you are
and let us handle our guests. It will be over in a jiffy, I promise. And then, you get to see my quarters. How does that sound?”
“Like the perfect plan.”
She was about to cross the room and throw herself into his arms when a Kralian warrior approached Aedar and whispered something in his ear. Avery’s knees started shaking. It was happening. She couldn’t believe they were a few minutes away from putting their plan in motion and she was in the middle of it! What if it went wrong? What if Dr. Jeffreys was out of his depth, didn’t know a thing about alien psychology, and was too scared to tell them?
“They’re here,” Aedar said. He could feel her agitation. “Take a deep breath, my love. You’re Poppy Tonks. You took Hollywood by storm, and this is piece of cake to you.”
She nodded and clutched the backrest of her chair to ground herself. “Oh God, it’s happening…”
Aedar closed the door, and when he opened it again, he wasn’t alone anymore. Eldav, the Cattalian captain of the Verto, stepped in, did a bit of a double take when he saw Avery waiting awkwardly on the other side of the conference table, then relaxed and ignored her. Drav was next, and Avery gulped when she saw him. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that he was fine and would never hurt Kaylee, his pleasure slave turned wife and mother of his unborn child, she couldn’t get over his ebony skin, so dark that light itself seemed to keep away from his body, and intense red hair. If Kryan and Aedar had been Norgavians, she would have pissed her fancy panties and quit the FBI before accepting the undercover job.
Gorgan, the Valgan captain of the Swetho, was the only one who greeted her with a nod and a pleasant smile.
“Poppy! Grace can’t wait to see you again.”
“I… err… I miss her, too.”
