Mated to the Warriors
By
Grace Goodwin
Copyright © 2016 by Stormy Night Publications and Grace Goodwin
Copyright © 2016 by Stormy Night Publications and Grace Goodwin
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Goodwin, Grace
Mated to the Warriors
Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson
Images by The Killion Group and Bigstock/mikiel
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Chapter One
Hannah Johnson, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Earth
I was blindfolded, but I could hear the soft hum of several deep male voices whispering around me. I was surrounded. I turned my head left, then right, but I could see nothing, only blackness. Something silky smooth, but liquid like melted chocolate, enclosed my neck like a collar of liquefied heat. Once the circle was complete, my senses were enhanced. The scent of my mate’s cock teased the air and I knew he stood before me. I could smell the spicy scent of his arousal. I knew well the exotic taste of his pleasure on my lips. How did I know his taste? How did I know the collar about my neck linked me to him somehow?
I tugged at my bonds, trying to reach him, to taste him, but the thick straps that held my wrists together above my head prevented me from doing so. The desire for my mates and the power of their link to me were strong, but all I could do was stand, naked, and wait.
The scent of my own skin and something strangely metallic flavored the air. I could feel the soft flow of slightly cool air moving over my naked flesh. My legs were in a wide stance. Pulling on the restraints above my head, I tried to step forward, but realized that thick straps around my ankles restrained my movement. I kicked at them, but found that although I had a few inches of leeway, beyond that, I could not budge.
All I could do was wait. My ears strained to hear footsteps, a rustle of clothing, anything to alert me to what was going to happen next. I was confused and uneasy, but my body was eager and aching for my mate’s touch.
The thought sent me into a near panic, and my heart pounded so hard I was afraid it was going to explode out of my ribcage.
What was this? Why was I naked? Where the hell was I? This was not what I’d signed up for when I volunteered for the Interstellar Bride Program. I was supposed to be matched to a mate who would be perfect for me, and me alone. I was supposed to be cherished and loved, and…
As if I’d summoned him, a large hand settled on my shoulder and slid up to the side of my neck. Even blindfolded, I could feel the brute strength in that touch, and the sheer size of his palm made me tremble, but not with fear. I knew his touch, somehow, and craved more.
His voice filled my ear from behind, and he pressed the heat of his naked chest to my bare back.
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary mate?” A deep, baritone voice growled the questions and my pussy grew wet in response to his voice. My mind didn’t recognize him, but my body did.
“I accept your claim, warriors.” The words flew past my lips, as if I had no control. And, in fact, I did not. I tried to ask a question, to find out where I was, what was going on, but it was like I was in a virtual reality sim. I could feel the heat of the giant male at my back. I could smell my mate’s pre-cum teasing me with future pleasures. I could feel the unforgiving metal of the floor beneath my bare feet and the heated glide of liquid silk as it wrapped around my neck. I could hunger and ache and want, but I could not move.
Whatever was going to happen next was completely out of my control.
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.” His hand squeezed softly, wrapping around my neck in the front, a soft but gentle reminder that he was the dominant one, that he could take me, fuck me, make me come—and there was nothing I could do about it.
I didn’t want to escape that strength. I wanted more.
I’d chosen this, the Interstellar Bride Program and their selection testing. I vowed I would give my destined mate my trust and my life, utterly and without reservation.
He pressed his lips to the side of my face as the voices I’d heard chanting earlier answered him in a ritual sounding chorus of male voices. “May the gods witness and protect you.”
My mate growled behind me and squeezed my throat the slightest bit with his right hand, and my pussy fluttered in welcome. A second pair of large male hands came to rest on the outsides of my thighs, and I knew then that another male knelt before me.
The hungry primary mate at my back held me tightly against his chest as my second man’s rough tongue traced its way from the inside of my knee, up my inner thigh, to lick the wet core of me.
My hips jerked forward as his mouth clamped down on my clit. Two very large fingers slid into my pussy as he worked me into a frenzy with his mouth and tongue. I panted for breath and the growling behind me made my knees weak.
“You like his mouth on you?”
I knew, somehow, that he expected an answer, and that there would be no lying. “Yes.”
“Come for us, then we will fuck you.” His large cock nestled against my bare bottom and I was torn between the desire to press forward onto the sucking tongue that made me squirm, or push back hard to tease the cock pressed to my ass.
I tried to do both, but couldn’t move. My captor kept one hand on my neck and another teasing one nipple, then the other, into tight peaks. He tugged them to the edge of pain as the man between my legs fucked me with his fingers and licked my clit so fast, he was better than any vibrator I’d ever used back home.
I moaned. I needed to be filled. Fucked. Claimed. Forever.
I exploded and pressed the back of my head into the giant chest behind me. He belonged to me now, my safe harbor, my mate. When my legs collapsed, he held me up, as I knew he would. He was mine, and I was his.
His voice was practically a purr in my ear. “Very good, we will fuck you now, mate. You belong to us.”
Us. Yes. I wanted both of them. “Yes.”
The man kneeling on the floor was mine, too. They were both mine.
My ankles were released and I was spun in a circle to face the male behind me. He lifted me off the floor and stepped back. I couldn’t see as they freed my wrists. I lowered my arms, settled my wrists at my waist, grateful for the relief in my shoulders as my mate pulled me onto his lap facing him. I felt the huge head of his cock brush my core, and that was the only warning I received before he lifted me, then invaded me with one brutal stroke.
I cried out at the thick feel of him impaling me. He was huge!
I was stuffed so full my pussy ached and so aroused I couldn’t think, I could only want. But before long, the familiar pleasurable heat of his pre-cum spread from my pussy to the rest of me and I squirmed, so hot and out of control that if he didn’t move soon I was going to beg.
“Now, you shall be claimed. Forever.”
His voice vibrated through my body and somehow, I knew what was coming as he leaned backward. He lay flat, pulling me down on top of him with my ass in the air.
Two hands landed on my bare bottom and held me with a firm, hungry grip. As I leaned forward over my mate, a second man squeezed heated oil into my virgin hole
, and I whimpered.
This was what I’d been waiting for, what I’d wanted. What they’d been training me for.
My primary mate shifted below me, rubbing my clit over his hard body and I shuddered, so close to the edge that I felt like a wild animal, my entire focus on the joining of our bodies, and the thick glide of the second cock over my ass.
From behind me, a second voice, deep, solid, and reverent spoke to me. “Do you accept me, mate?”
“Yes!” I tried to lift my ass, to encourage him to move faster. His pre-cum traced a line of wetness on my bare ass cheek, then I felt the arousing fluid practically melt into my skin, driving me higher.
I lay flat on my mate’s chest, my hands lifted to his face and waited for my other mate to breach me, to fill me, to make me truly complete.
My mate grabbed my knees and shifted under my legs, spreading my knees farther and bringing my ass up in perfect position for fucking. My knees were still bent, and as he supported my weight, I was bent over and ready for the second cock to fill me up.
“Hurry. Do it now.”
Was that my husky voice? I didn’t recognize the breathless sound, so filled with desperate hunger.
“I am pleased by your eagerness, but do not attempt to issue orders.” A hand landed on my bare ass with a loud smack and I jerked in place as stinging heat spread straight from my ass to my clit. I wiggled my ass, wanting the man behind me to strike again. And again.
I licked my lips as my body clenched down on the cock filling my pussy. “Take me.”
Smack.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
Smack.
“Please!” I moaned as I thrust my hips back for the next strike of his palm. The mixture of pain and sizzling pleasure was incredible.
Smack.
“Please? Is that all you have to say to us?” My first mate asked the question with his cock buried balls deep inside me.
Oh, I knew what he wanted, and I was tempted to push him further, to feel the hot sting of their domination on my ass again and again. The flash of pain sparked my nerve endings and made my whole body tremble with lust. But I had pushed as far as I dared, and I was so aroused that my pussy actually throbbed, the need to come driving me to the brink of pain. I needed him—them—pounding into me. I needed to be completely filled. “Please, sir.”
He didn’t answer me with words, but some sign must have passed between them, for the thick head of my second mate’s cock pressed against my tight little rosebud, penetrating the outer walls of my virgin ass with remarkable ease. I knew now that the training I’d been put through had been well worth it. The sound that left my throat was one I didn’t recognize. After several careful yet masterful strokes, the man behind me stilled, his cock fully embedded in my ass.
I shattered into a million pieces at the connection, came apart and gave them everything. I didn’t keep anything for myself.
I surrendered, completely. Wholly. My body belonged to them, my pleasure, my every breath.
As my body clenched and spasmed around their huge cocks, the scents and sounds started to fade, like I was walking through fog, slipping away until they were—gone.
I was alone. Empty.
My pussy clenching and pulsing around nothing.
I tried to curl into a ball, but couldn’t move.
I drifted back to reality slowly, requiring several minutes to emerge from a strange daze, to discover that I was strapped to a medical examination table in Earth’s processing unit for the Interstellar Bride Program. I blinked, returning to myself, and to the woman I’d spent too much time with the last few days.
Warden Egara stared down at me with dark eyes and a program tablet in her hand. My body trembled with continued need as aftershocks of the orgasm still fluttered through my pussy. The exam table was cold and the gown I wore was open in the back. The standard gray cloth was covered with small replicas of the Interstellar Bride Program’s insignia in a repeating pattern of red. I felt like I was wearing wallpaper.
“Very good, Hannah. The matching process is complete.” Warden Egara was a stern-faced young woman who took her job, matching human women to their alien mates, very seriously. She looked at the medical equipment on the wall above my head and nodded to an assistant in a plain gray uniform who entered the room and began to remove the wires, tubes, and sensors they had attached to my head and body for the match assessment.
“What was that, a dream?” I licked my lips, parched from crying out my release. I wanted to know. A dream? A fantasy? Some deep, dark need I had buried so long ago that I didn’t even know it existed? I’d just dreamt of being spanked and fucked, and not just by one man, but two. I’d also come harder than I ever had in my life.
“Oh, no, dear,” the warden commented. “That was the recorded mating ritual of another human bride. That recording is several years old and belonged to a bride I sent there in the early days of the program.” Warden Egara’s face held a hint of a smile, the first I’d seen from her since entering the building for processing several days ago. She was very dedicated to her job. Very thoughtful, as if she had a personal interest in the happiness of every unmated warrior in the galaxy.
“You mean… I? That was… what?” What was I trying to say? “That was real?”
“Oh, yes. The Neuroprocessing Units used by the matching system will be embedded in your body during final processing for transport. Not only does the NPU help you understand and speak their language, it has been preprogrammed to record your own mating ceremony so it can be properly documented and used to assist other brides in their own matching. Just like the other woman’s experience was used to help match you.”
I shuddered and wished she’d left me there, in that dreamland, for a few more minutes. I wanted more. Craved it. “Will my mate be like that?” Like what, I wasn’t sure. I never got to see a face, but I knew. I knew I wanted him. Or them.
But two men? That was why I was confused.
“There were two men. Was I matched to two men?”
She shook her head. “No. You are only matched to one male. And your primary mate will be a warrior, but it will not be that warrior.”
What did primary mate mean?
I shuddered and tried to imagine what might happen to me in the future. Would my mate be as big? As strong? Would I feel what that other bride felt? Would my mate want to include a second man in our mating ceremony? Would I want him to? What I had just experienced had gone beyond eagerness to total trust. Raw, mindless lust. Would I be as happy to be claimed as she had been?
I had never imagined being spanked before. I’d only thought of it as punishment, so I never would have volunteered for that. Truth be told, I didn’t want to be matched to an alien mate at all. But, here I was, strapped to this freaking table in the processing center and it was my own fault. I’d volunteered for the Interstellar Bride Program to help get my brother out of debt with some very nasty people. He had three kids and a wife and if he didn’t come up with a large sum of cash, they were all going to be on the streets. Or worse. Much worse.
My job as a preschool teacher barely paid me enough to survive on my own. I didn’t have any extra money to give my brother. But I could do this.
Until this moment, I hadn’t really believed there would be anything enjoyable in the matching process for me. I had doubted the bride program’s ability to find a suitable match. I mean, really? How could a stupid computer program know which man in the entire galaxy would be perfect for me? I’d never found the right guy on Earth, so how could they find an alien match for me on a distant planet? The quivering pleasure I’d just experienced made me hopeful. Very hopeful. It was the first time in the past few weeks that I’d felt maybe things would be all right. Maybe volunteering for the Interstellar Bride Program hadn’t been the biggest mistake of my life.
Mistake or not, family was family. This was the only way I could help my brother. My body and my life were all I had left of value. I wasn’t rich, but I was young and fertile
and unattached. Hell, uninspired was more like it. I’d had three lovers in five years, and none of them had made me come as hard as I just had… from a neural simulation. From another woman’s memories.
Oh, God. I wanted one of those big, deep voices behind me. I wanted a huge hand wrapped and resting on my throat with a hot tongue stroking my clit. I wanted to be held in place as someone fucked me from behind. I wanted…
My monitor beeped and I blushed, knowing it was reading the increase in my heart rate as I relived everything that had just happened to me. No, it hadn’t happened to me, but to her. The other woman. The one Warden Egara had sent to Prillon. The one who had been claimed by a warrior. A big, strong warrior with a huge cock. Her primary mate. Whatever that meant.
“So, is that where I’ve been matched? To that woman’s planet?”
Warden Egara nodded curtly. “Yes. To a warrior of Prillon Prime.”
Prillon Prime? I’d been matched to Prillon Prime? The planet inhabited by the hulking warrior race? The program’s brochures had said that Prillon warriors actually requested brides while still in active military service. They were one of only three races that kept their brides with them on battleships. In space. On the front lines of the war between the biological races and the Hive, the artificial lifeforms and cyborg races trying to take over the universe. That war had finally come to Earth, and the coalition had accepted Earth under their protection, on one very strict condition.
Brides. A thousand a year. Most of Earth’s brides came from the criminal justice system. Earth’s politicians were not opposed to sacrificing criminals to fill the alien bride quota, but here I was, a volunteer hoping I hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of my life.
I remembered reading that the Prillon males were supremely confident in their warriors’ abilities to care for their mates. Anywhere. Prillon warriors never shied away from battle and were the most feared race in the Interstellar Coalition. They were on the front lines of the war, and their commanders were in charge of the entire interstellar fleet.
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