Her Alien Masters (Captives of Pra'kir Book 3)

by Renee Rose

  Jakk shoved two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her animalistic sound bringing Gav’n close to the edge of control. Jakk pumped in and out of her while flicking her clit with his tongue, and she made an incoherent sound and convulsed, her beautiful breasts lifting up off his lap, head falling back.

  So beautiful. He released her wrists and took his thumb out of her mouth, wanting to stroke her soft little body, to praise and reward her for the trust she’d shown in giving herself over to them. He cupped her small breasts, stroked one palm down her side, burrowed another in her hair.

  “Beautiful girl,” he murmured. “Does that feel better? Your masters will always take care of you.”

  Her eyes blinked open and found his, searching. For what? He didn’t know.

  He cradled her face and lowered his head, brushing her lips with his. They were impossibly soft and small, like the rest of her. She didn’t kiss him back, so he gave her space. In time, they’d win her affection. At least, he hoped so.

  But then, he was still hoping it would prove true with their nieces, too.

  ~.~

  Jakk allowed his twin to lift Mira up to sit on his lap, where Gav’n cupped her breasts and stroked her skin.

  With her taste still on his tongue, he could hardly deny his brother his fill of her lush little body. He stood and adjusted his throbbing cock in his pants. He needed to do something to distract himself, or he’d take advantage of her new trust in every way possible.

  “Are you hungry, pashika?” He cupped her chin to gaze into her dazed face.

  She blinked and stared back at him. Funny how she didn’t flinch and look away like other females did, even after directly focusing on his eyes. “What’s pashika?”

  His lips quirked. He hadn’t thought about the endearment when he spoke it, but, of course, it wouldn’t translate. “It’s a bird found here on Pra’kir. A little bird. We use it as a term of affection.”

  Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “I’m not sure I understand...any of this.”

  “It’s simple, really. We’re a family, now.” He spoke the words before censoring himself. And as soon as they left his mouth, he kicked himself for showing his hand so soon. His deepest desire. He wanted this situation to work, not only for the girl’s sake, but because it was his only chance at having a family.

  Well, that wasn’t true. He, Gav’n, and the girls were making a family of sorts, or they were trying. But he’d never have a female of his own. The best he’d ever hoped for was to share Gav’n’s future mate, on occasion, but even that seemed doubtful. Once his brother was mated, they’d have their own children, and including him wouldn’t be a part of their plan.

  ~.~

  Mira’s body still trembled from both the spanking and the orgasm afterward. Her heated ass tingled, the memory of Jakk’s powerful hand still as real as Gav’n’s large palms that now stroked up and down her body. She sat—sprawled, really—over his lap, head falling back against his shoulder, legs parted wide and dangling over his knees.

  The languid relaxation from her orgasm had ebbed, though, with Jakk’s mention of food. So far, her digestive system hadn’t adjusted to Pra’kirian food. In prison, the guard had whipped her and force-fed her every time she refused to eat, but, fortunately, she’d convinced him, due to her size, she required far less food than was actually true. She actually didn’t want to ingest any more of the bellyache-inducing spicy glop they served her.

  Jakk had gone to the kitchen for food. Gav’n stroked up her inner thigh, slowing as he reached the apex.

  Her trembling increased. She fought her body’s urge to thrust her pelvis forward, toward those thick fingers. God, Jakk’s finger-fucking had been amazing. Because, yeah, his digits were almost the size of a human male’s cock. Lord, how big must their cocks be?

  She shook her head. She had to stop thinking of them that way. These men had set her so off-kilter, she didn’t know her head from her still-throbbing and heated tail. She shouldn’t have enjoyed that punishment so much. It was so vastly different from the guard’s whippings. The spanking had been intimate, over their laps, and there’d been two of them holding her down. No, that wasn’t what made it different. Their intent had. The guard wanted to hurt her, he’d enjoyed it. Well, these two might have enjoyed it, too. So what in the hell was so different?

  The affection.

  They acted like they adored her. Even when she fought them.

  Okay, that was pretty hot. Why it turned her on so much, she couldn’t be sure. She certainly hadn’t ever had giant alien rape fantasies. But, yeah...their domination appealed to her a helluva lot more than the guard’s had.

  Which didn’t mean she could let her defenses down. She still didn’t truly understand this arrangement. She was going to be their...what? Slave? Housewife? Sex toy?

  Why did all three spark a coil of desire in her core?

  Gav’n’s fingers arrived at her sex and lightly brushed her outer lips. She bit back a moan. His cock flexed against her ass. He lowered his lips to her ear. “Little girl, whenever you want your masters’ cocks, you let us know.”

  She froze. Did she have a choice?

  Did she really want one? She sure as hell wasn’t going to beg again. The first time had been humiliating enough.

  Jakk returned with a plate heaped with food. He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her.

  She stiffened.

  Gav’n hitched her higher on his lap. “What’s the matter, pashika? Are you scared of Jakk because he punished you?”

  She didn’t answer.

  He gripped her jaw and turned her face in his direction. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, delivered in a respectful manner. Yes, Master or no, Master. Understand?”

  She tried to wrench her face from his hold.

  “Do you need another spanking?”

  She wanted to keep fighting, but better sense prevailed. “No.” Although she couldn’t entirely see his face from her position, she sensed his glower. “No, Master.”

  Oddly, his scowl produced an uptick in her heart rate. Did she actually care what he thought of her? She supposed it made sense—these two were the first Pra’kirians to show her any kindness. She probably should think twice about pissing them off. Her still-stinging bottom crawled as she sensed the threat of more punishment.

  “No, Master,” she muttered.

  He released her face. Jakk sat with the plate of food balanced on his knees. He stabbed a sliced bit of either a fruit or vegetable, bright-red in color, with a two-pronged fork, and held it to her lips.

  She closed her mouth and turned away. “I’m not hungry...Master.”

  Gav’n immediately resumed his stroking of her leg, presumably rewarding her for calling Jakk Master.

  And damn if the simple gesture didn’t make her wet.

  Jakk’s eyebrows lifted. “No?” Skepticism scrawled across his face. “You’re thin, pashika. If I find out those guards withheld your food in prison—”

  “They didn’t withhold food,” she mumbled. “They force-fed me.”

  Jakk lowered his fork, his expression inscrutable. “Why? Did you refuse to eat?”

  “We don’t eat the same amount as you—did that ever occur to you tyrannical giants? And our bodies aren’t used to your food. How do you think you’d feel to be stuffed full of some other planet’s spicy food?”

  Jakk lowered his fork. “Another punishment for tone,” he said to his brother.

  “Yes.” Gav’n abruptly lifted her from his lap and flipped her face down, her head the opposite direction it had been for her first spanking. He pinned both her hands at the small of her back and threw one leg over her closest thigh. She struggled, more out of principle than any belief she might get free.

  “I’ll get the plug. It might help her remember to speak respectfully.”

  The plug. She searched her brain for any reference but couldn’t figure out how a plug could be a spanking implement. Taking advantage of her one
free leg, she kicked it in the vain hope she might strike her captor.

  He leaned over and spoke in her ear. “You kick me with that foot, pashika, and I’ll make you one very sorry little girl.”

  Her pussy and anus both clenched at his words in some weird, reflexive reaction to his dominance. If she was totally honest with herself, she’d admit he’d scared her. His tone hadn’t sounded teasing this time, and she had a feeling he meant business. Whatever it meant to be one sorry little girl, she didn’t want to find out.

  Jakk’s heavy footsteps signaled his return. She sensed him standing over her, and then his large hands prized her butt cheeks apart.

  She squealed and attempted to tighten them, her bottom hole twitching, but a heavy slap on the back of her thigh made her howl and lose focus. A hard, cool object pushed against her back entrance.

  A plug! Duh. Dear Lord—these Pra’kirians truly were perverted sadists, weren’t they?

  She fought hard, fought for all she was worth, wriggling and squirming, trying to get away, but she only succeeded in getting her ass soundly toasted—by Gav’n, she thought. Of course, as soon as he stopped spanking her, one of them pried her cheeks apart, and the plug returned.

  “No,” she whimpered. Tears of anger burned in the corners of her eyes.

  “Hush, little girl. You were naughty. I asked you to speak to us respectfully, and you failed. This will help you remember who is in charge of you.” That came from Gav’n. Jakk had said very little, but he seemed to be the one who inserted the oiled object into her ass.

  “Stop,” she pleaded, arching up, trying to squeeze her bottom closed.

  “Look at me.” Yes, all the playfulness was gone from Gav’n’s voice.

  Against her will, she turned to glare at him.

  He met her gaze evenly. “It only hurts if you fight it. Lie back down, open your ass, and take the punishment your masters have decided is appropriate.”

  A stupid tear leaked out of her eye, which seriously pissed her off. She didn’t want them to see her break.

  He held her eyes, the command she’d heard in his voice equally evident in his expectant expression.

  “I hate you,” she mumbled as she collapsed over his thighs, willing her sphincter to relax. He probably was right—it would only hurt if she fought it.

  “I hope that’s not true, pashika. Because we definitely don’t hate you.” Now Gav’n’s voice became a caress.

  She held her breath as the plug breached her hole. Hummed her protest when it stretched her tight opening wider and wider. Screeched when she was certain it wouldn’t fit, right before it sank into her then lodged in place.

  “It’s in, Mira. We’ll take it out when you’ve demonstrated respect for our authority.” Jakk’s chair scraped. “Sit up and look at me.”

  Gav’n lifted her back onto his lap, facing his brother. Straddling Gav’n’s knees had the effect of presenting her pussy to Jakk and suspending her freshly spanked, burning, and plugged ass between Gav’n’s thighs.

  Aaaaand her nipples beaded up. This shouldn’t be sexy to her. Why in the fuck was she responding to this treatment? Oh, maybe because it was ubersexual. Was this really the way they dealt with prisoners on Pra’kir? Or was it special, for her, as a young female?

  Jakk cupped her chin, stroking his thumb along her cheek. “So the food bothers your stomach, little one?”

  Relief he’d actually listened to her brought fresh tears to her eyes. She blinked angrily, trying to pull her face away from his grip.

  “Prison food is nourishing—at least to our species—but not particularly fresh. Try a little of the things I prepared, and we’ll see how you fare.” He picked up the fork again and held it to her lips.

  It was a reasonable request, and she had to admit the food on his plate did appear more appetizing than the hellishly spicy grains and gray meats from prison.

  She waited a beat, only because her rebellious side had to assert itself, and then parted her lips.

  The fruit had been salted—no—spiced. Both salted and spiced, it seemed, almost like the Latin American tradition of applying chili and lime to certain fruits. It was both unfamiliar and satisfying at once. She rolled the too-big bite around in her mouth, juice dribbling from her lips.

  ~.~

  Their beautiful human had Gav’n’s cock so hard, he thought he’d burst. He watched her full, perfect lips move as she tried the bite of madlyne fruit Jakk had fed her. When a drip of juice ran down the corner of her mouth, he gripped her nape and caught it with his tongue.

  She held still for him, her breath sucking in on a gasp.

  He hadn’t expected that. She’d fought the plug and spanking like a little demon. Maybe he was delusional, but he thought they were already getting through to her. They’d shown her a taste of both pleasure and pain. Soon, he hoped, they’d prove themselves worthy masters, and she’d accept her fate.

  They’d only had her for a few short hours, but already he adored her. He loved everything about her. The intelligence behind those spectacular green-blue eyes, the fight she gave, and her beautiful surrender at moments like this one. She seemed so much more complex than a Pra’kirian female.

  “What did you think?” He brushed his lips across the shell of her ear.

  Wariness hooded her eyes, but she said in a hoarse voice. “I like it.”

  “I like it, Master. You’re answering a question. Show respect.”

  Her shoulders sagged and, as much as they required her submission, he hated seeing her defeated. “I like it, Master.” She sounded resentful, now.

  Jakk fed her another bite, watching her mouth as intently as Gav’n had. Damn, he couldn’t wait to have those supple lips around his cock. When she consented. As good hosts, he and Jakk preferred to go slow and win her over gently. However, providing for her sexual enjoyment was part of their duty. Just as it was her duty to accept or be punished. Soon, though. Soon, they’d win her submission and affection, and she’d willingly give all of herself.

  “Okay, so the madlyne fruit seems fine,” Jakk observed. “We will give it a few hours to be sure, and then introduce another food.”

  The fight left Mira’s face. “Thank you...Master.” The Master came as an afterthought, but he considered it a huge win.

  Jakk fed her the rest of the madlyne on the plate, leaving the other foods he’d brought untouched. “Was it enough, Mira?”

  She nodded, “Yes, Master….thank you.”

  Gav’n coasted his palms up her body and cupped her breasts, testing their weight, squeezing and kneading until she arched into his hands. “Good girl. You’re doing so well, pashika. Thank you for using your manners.” He rolled the nipple of one breast between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand stroked down her belly and over her trimmed mound.

  She squirmed, as if to stop him, and he delivered a light slap to her pussy. “Hold still. Your master wants to reward you.”

  Jakk watched with glittering eyes. He leaned forward and brought his hand up between her legs, as well, reaching toward her suspended bottom, where he grabbed the butt plug.

  Gav’n tapped her clit, and she rocked forward to meet his fingers. “I’ll bet you’d like us to remove the plug now, wouldn’t you?” he breathed in her ear.

  Jakk slowly pumped the plug in and out of her ass, and she whimpered, pussy suddenly gushing her delectable arousal. “She likes that,” he murmured.

  She shook her head rapidly against his chest. “No...I don’t.” She sounded breathless.

  Jakk repeated the plug pump while he circled her clit with his middle finger, loving the way the little nubbin had stiffened, engorged with blood.

  “No,” she whimpered, writhing, legs straightening and bending as she shifted her pelvis restlessly around.

  “You mean, yes, little one. Yes, Master. Say it.”

  “No.” Another moan.

  “Do you need my digits again, pashika?” He’d never heard Jakk sound so affectionate. Usually, his brothe
r was stiff or stoic with females.

  Another rapid head shake, but her breath had turn to pants, cheeks glowing with excitement.

  “I think she’s lying, Jakk.” He grinned at his brother and slapped her pussy three times.

  She shrieked.

  “We should punish her for lying.”

  Jakk grinned back. “Yes,” he drawled. “After her reward, another punishment.”

  She tossed her head in confusion, her lovely straight blonde hair fanning out against his shirt.

  Jakk screwed two fingers inside her while Gav’n continued to tease her clit. Jakk renewed his pumping of the butt plug, alternating the strokes. When his fingers delved deep, he pulled the butt plug out, stretching her wide. When he pulled his digits out, he pushed the plug back in.

  Gav’n tap tap tapped her clit and squeezed her nipple.

  Her moans took on a desperate pitch. “Please,” she panted. “No...don’t. Please….yes. Yes, Master—Masters—yes, please, oh God!” She screamed and threw her head back, lifting her pelvis from his lap.

  Jakk shoved his fingers deep and kept them there, and this time he had the better view of her expressive face, twisting and contorting with her orgasm. It went on and on, with her mewling and bucking.

  When it passed, all three of them went still. Mira sagged between his knees, panting.

  Jakk eased his fingers out of her. “Stand up and bend over for your master. I’ll take the plug out now.”

  He doubted she could have moved on her own, so he helped her stand, turned her to face him, and pulled her torso down until she hugged his waist with her arms, her ass presented high to his brother, head tucked against his side.

  Jakk tugged on the plug, and she whimpered. “Relax, little one. Give me a long exhale.” He stroked one hand up the graceful arch of her back, soothing her.

  Gav’n felt her trembling, and he doubted her legs were doing their job holding her up. He, too, stroked her back. “Hum a little for me. Do you know what it means to hum?”