She gasped as I did so, but the sound turned to a groan as Dare pressed the plug against her untried hole.
“That’s the plug. That’s right, it’s nice and slick. Push back. Again. I know you can take it, Hannah.”
She was panting now, her face scrunched up as she fought against Dare’s entry. I should spank her for disobedience, but that would only make her clench down. Instead, I pressed more firmly against her clit and slid my fingers in deeper, working her now, building her toward her first mate-given orgasm.
Her body softened immediately as she cried out at my more aggressive attentions to her clit. Dare took that moment to carefully work the plug into her. I watched as the ring of muscle stretched and stretched, until the broadest part of the plug breached her. Once it began to taper again, Dare was able to slide the remainder of the plug’s length in until it settled inside her. A small base kept it in place.
“Dare, I… it’s so big. I can’t…” She closed her eyes with a soft, keening sound before pressing her wet pussy harder into my hand as I increased the pace of my strokes. “Yes, Zane! More!”
I grinned at her varying emotions, unsure one minute if she liked a plug in her ass, the next loving the feel of my thumb on her clit.
A perk of two mates was four hands upon her. Mine were occupied with her pussy and clit. Dare tugged at the base of the plug, awakening all the little nerve endings that would bring Hannah intense pleasure when we fucked her ass. His other hand stroked over her sore bottom, awakening all the heated skin from her earlier spanking.
“Such a good girl, Hannah. Come for us. Come for your mates.”
She came on command, the walls of her pussy clenching down on my two fingers as if trying to draw them in deeper. She cried out and tossed her head, her long hair whipping down her back and over her ass, covering Dare’s large hand where it rested on her pink cheek.
“Gorgeous,” Dare murmured.
When only little ripples of her pussy squeezed my fingers, I slipped them free and licked them. The sweet taste of her coated my tongue.
I’d held out long enough. “It’s time to fuck you now, Hannah.”
Chapter Six
Hannah
I should have been a puddle of melted female on the chaise after their attentions and the mind-blowing orgasm. Instead, Zane’s words made my entire body quiver in anticipation. The scent of their bodies, and the taste of Zane’s pre-cum made my lower lip tingle. Not only did I feel the training device in my ass, but the honest and nearly uncontrollable desire of my two mates. The collar around my neck buzzed without a moment’s rest, sending waves of want, of need, through my entire being.
It was heady, and I felt like the most powerful, most desired woman in existence to bring not just one giant warrior, but two to the very brink of their control. Their need made me feel beautiful and feminine and hungry to please them. My rational mind tried to tell me that all these emotions, theirs and mine, couldn’t be real, that these two alien males couldn’t possibly care about me, long for me, and desire me with a passion bordering on pain.
But I told that little voice in my head to shut the hell up. I was bent on my hands and knees, bound, restrained, and naked halfway across the galaxy with two huge alien cocks in plain view, both eager to claim my body as their own. Logical or not, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Not now. I belonged to these two men; it was the way of their world, their custom.
Zane tugged at the restraint over my calves and released it as Dare did the same to my hands. He helped me up so that I was settled on my hands and knees.
“I doubt you need restraints now, do you, Hannah?” Zane asked.
I shook my head. No, I didn’t need to be bound. I needed to be fucked.
As he moved to stand behind me, his huge hands wrapped around my hips, pulling my body toward him until my knees were on the edge of the chaise and my feet dangled in empty air on either side of his knees.
“Are you ready, Hannah? Are you ready for your mate?”
Zane rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy lips and I felt the scalding flare of his pre-cum as it spread over my body, blending with my own wet juices. The heat of it spread almost instantly as my hungry body absorbed his essence. I moaned and pressed back, trying to take him inside my body, at least a little. I was afraid it was going to hurt. He was huge, and my ass was still stretched by the plug Dare had inserted, but I was beyond caring.
I wanted it to hurt a little. I wanted to feel stretched and so full I couldn’t take any more. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him lose control. I wanted to be whatever he needed me to be. He positioned his huge cock at my entrance and pushed inside me slowly, barely breaching me. Just a tease. A taste of him. I squirmed and tried to push back, to take more of him, but the hands on my hips prevented my movement, which just made me want to move all the more.
“Yes. Please. Do it. Do it now.”
Dare chuckled where he stood on my left side, reaching beneath me to tug on a dangling breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers hard, before softly kneading the entire breast in his hand. I moaned and Zane growled behind me.
“She likes it, Dare. Her pussy is so wet I could take her with one thrust.”
The idea made my pussy clench around his cock, trying to draw him deeper. With a growl, Zane took the tender lobes of my spanked bottom and gripped them none too gently with his two strong hands. He pulled them apart hard, until the pain of my sore bottom raced through my bloodstream like liquid fire and my pussy lips were pulled impossibly wide.
“So beautiful, Hannah.” I knew Zane was staring at my pussy, at the pink folds stretched around the head of his cock. How he had such control, such patience, I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to wait. I was so frustrated, I was near the point of tears.
“Please. I can’t wait. I need…”
Zane pushed forward, spreading me a bit more, then stopped.
I cried out as I dropped my head, and the sound was very close to a sob.
That sound, my complete surrender, broke him. I felt his body sing with anticipation through our connection less than a second before Zane slammed deep in one powerful thrust.
He moved behind me like a piston, his cock angled to stroke the sweet spot inside me and his huge hands holding my ass cheeks spread wide so he could bottom out inside me, impossibly hard and deep.
Beside me, Dare’s touch drifted like a flame following a trail of gasoline from my nipple to my clit as he knelt on the floor beside me. He angled his head to claim my nipple with his mouth, his long tongue tugging and tasting as his hand stroked my clit while Zane fucked me. The erotic image of the two strong warriors working my body was the final push I needed to lose myself. These men were mine now. Mine.
I said the word aloud as the orgasm rolled over me, pulling me under like an undertow at the beach and I screamed, for the first time in my life, completely out of control.
Dare waited until the throes of my pleasure had lessened, then shifted position to straddle the seat in front of me. His legs hung off either side, and his cock was before me, mere inches from my mouth.
I knew what he wanted. I could feel the nearly desperate need riding him. I could scent the pre-cum that seeped from the tip. I licked my lips, salivating to taste it.
As Zane’s cock slowed its pace in my pussy, I leaned over and licked the pre-cum from the crown of Dare’s huge cock. I felt like a sexual goddess, naughty and filled with feminine power as his essence melted into my tongue, pushing me right back to the brink of another orgasm.
Holy shit. What was in these alien warriors’ cum that turned me into a raging nymphomaniac?
Zane slammed into my pussy hard, which nudged the plug into me deeply, and I decided I didn’t want to know. I didn’t care.
I opened my mouth wide and took as much of Dare as I could, swallowing him until his cock hit the back of my throat. I worked him with my tongue for as long as I could, enjoying his quiet growl.
D
are’s pleasure drove Zane to make sure I noticed him behind me, and he released his hold on my ass to bury his hand in my hair, gripping me by the back of the neck. He held me in place over Dare’s cock as his other hand slid around my hip to stroke my clit. With his hand in my hair, he guided my pace, pulling me back to torment Dare every time I tried to take him deep again. Zane was in control here, of my pleasure and Dare’s, and he wanted us both to know it.
“Suck his cock, Hannah. Suck him until his cum is running down your throat. It will trigger your next orgasm.”
The guttural command, combined with the sting of his grip on my hair, set something wild loose inside me. Something foreign and powerful. And this primitive side of me reveled in their domination, craved their pleasure more than my own, needed to please them both. Dare’s satisfaction hummed through my collar, making me feel like a conquering queen, like the most powerful woman in the galaxy, the sexiest, hottest female alive. But Zane? Zane’s emotions were a web of lust and darkness, of desire and restraint.
Zane was holding himself back. He was in firm control, riding me, feeling my tight, hot pussy but wanting more, needing something more than I was giving him.
Deep within me, the need to please him, to make him happy roared to life inside me. In that moment, I was not complete unless he was pleased with me, unless I’d satisfied that darkness in him, unless I’d brought him peace. I wanted a happy mate. If these men were mine, if this was to be my life, I needed them to be pleased. My own pleasure dimmed as I realized Zane was not riding the edge as Dare and I were. Zane was here, but he was also hiding himself, holding back.
I whimpered, determined to satisfy my primary mate, my match. I was supposed to be perfect for him, and he was supposed to be perfect for me. If I couldn’t satisfy him, there must be something wrong with me. Perhaps there was no man in the entire universe who I could truly love.
The thought made me sad, and desperate to pull Zane out of his darkness.
I sucked Dare’s cock deeper than I’d ever taken any man, swallowing around him until his cock was partially down my throat. His growl encouraged me as I rose and fell over him.
Dare came, his cock bucking and writhing in my mouth like a living beast, a beast I’d tamed, a beast that was mine to command, mine to pleasure. Dare’s pleasure flooded me and my heart melted toward this strange warrior. He was very pleased, his contentment coursing through me and making me happy.
But Zane? He let go of my hair and wildly thrust into me, one hand on my clit and one dangerously close to the plug filling my ass. Yes, I wanted this. I wanted Zane to be a little wild.
Then he moved the plug, just enough to make me feel like I was being taken by both of my mates at once, fucked in both places and fingered.
The searing cum sliding down my throat set off my own release, just as Zane had said. My screams were muffled by the thick cock stretching my mouth wide. Feeling both Dare’s orgasm and Zane’s imminent release through my collar only accentuated my own pleasure until I was almost delirious. Overcome.
I released Dare’s cock, afraid I would bite as my pleasure crested. Zane’s cock moved of its own volition deep inside me, his hips slapping against my sore ass. His release, the hot splash of his seed inside me, triggered another of my own and I went rigid and silent, unable to draw enough air to scream. I had none left.
I came back to myself slowly, as if I were in a daze. And indeed, that’s what I felt like. This wild, wanton sexual creature couldn’t be me.
Zane’s hand moved up and down my sweaty back with long, slow strokes with his cock still buried deep inside me. His body was sated, but I could sense his frustration, his need to do more, his need for me to be more.
Dare rose and placed soft kisses on every part of my skin he came near, completely at peace. Happy. Sated.
But not Zane. Zane had fucked me and I could sense he was hiding his disappointment behind a soft smile and softer touch. I wanted to cry, but I bit my lip and hid my face from both of my mates.
I had not pleased him. He was dissatisfied in me, and that knowledge made my heart hurt. I barely knew these men, but they were mine and I was theirs. I needed Zane to be pleased with me. I needed it with a desperation I’d never felt before.
But I’d given them everything. I had nothing else to offer him. Nothing.
The urgency was gone from all three of us, leaving a languid contentment in my body. I’d never been so well used, so completely and totally owned, body and soul. Part of me relished the feeling, but part of me could just hear my mother’s disapproving voice telling me that everything that had just happened in this room was wrong. Two men? A butt plug? Taking one cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, and loving it?
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I’d been seduced to the dark side. I’d turned into a slut, a whore, a dozen different slurs raced through my mind. I was a good girl, wasn’t I? Maybe not. Maybe I was bad. Maybe I was corrupted. Maybe Zane wanted me to resist them? Maybe he wanted me to fight them? Or reject Dare? Maybe, deep down, he didn’t want me to enjoy both of them?
I had no way of knowing, and I couldn’t ask him in front of Dare. Hell, I wasn’t sure I had the courage to ask him anything at all. He was the commander of an entire fleet of ships. Maybe he just wasn’t made to be happy. Maybe, even after what he’d said, he didn’t really want a mate at all.
As Dare continued to stroke my skin, Zane gently pulled his cock free. Suddenly on my own, I collapsed onto the chaise and curled into a ball around myself. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to think or say or feel. I felt lost. Just a few hours in outer space and I’d turned into a woman I didn’t recognize. I’d let two men I didn’t know fuck me and use my body in ways I’d never imagined. And I’d liked it. I’d come all over Zane’s cock like I couldn’t wait for more. And it wasn’t enough for him. The collar’s link between me and my men, while so arousing during sex, was now a curse. Without it, I wouldn’t know of Zane’s disappointment. I wouldn’t feel like I’d failed him somehow.
Just as I was working myself up into a state, Zane’s strong arms wrapped around me. He lifted me and settled me across his lap, my ear above his beating heart and my body curled up in his arms like a small child’s. He was huge, a monster among men. My monster.
“What troubles you, Hannah?” One hand stroked my back and the other he lifted to settle against the side of my face and neck, holding me to him as Dare sat beside us and ran his hands over my hair.
I couldn’t speak. There was no way to explain the chaotic swirl of emotions that threatened to explode out of me in a crying fit that would put a two-year-old’s temper tantrum to shame.
To my relief, they didn’t push me for answers, just held me and petted me as if I were the most precious thing in the universe.
After several long minutes I got myself back under control and relaxed in Zane’s arms. I even managed a smile at Dare, who watched me with concerned green eyes, very unlike Zane’s. Now that I had time to process and think, I noticed he was slightly darker, his coloring more dramatic, and his eyes were a deep green, like summer grass, not dark amber like Zane’s.
Dare was gorgeous, too, but in his own way. He was several inches shorter than Zane, and his shoulders weren’t quite as broad, but were still massive.
I looked my fill, studying the hard angles of his face, and realizing that he was still clothed. They were both still fully clothed, only their cocks were free. Their still hard cocks. For some reason, that irritated the hell out of me.
“Why am I the only one naked?”
Dare’s smile was infectious. “Because you’re the most beautiful.”
I grinned. Flattery was going to get him nowhere. “I disagree.” They were both beautiful, my mates. But I didn’t know anything about them. “Who are you, Dare? You said you’re a pilot, but what do you do?”
He rubbed a strand of my long black hair between his fingers as if the color fascinated him. “I am a pilot, Hannah. I am the leader of the ninth battle w
ing.”
“Another soldier.” I leaned against Zane, grateful when he seemed to know what I needed without me having to ask. He wrapped both arms around me and held me tight, so I wouldn’t float away in a sea of panic. Their explanation for the need all Prillon warriors had to name a second suddenly felt a lot more real. I barely knew these two strong men, but I didn’t want them to die. The thought made me shiver as pain lanced behind my eyes. “What does that mean? What is a battle wing?”
“I feel your worry, mate. Do not fear. We fly the small fighters, designed for scouting missions, tight places and direct, ship-to-ship combat.”
I imagined a scene from my favorite movie in which the small ships zipped around each other in space firing lasers and blowing each other to smithereens at lightning speed. My heart, which had barely recovered from our sexual play, began to thunder in my chest as I imagined Dare in one of those ships, being chased. Fired at. Blown up.
God, what had I done? What was I supposed to do here on this battleship? Accept these two warriors, wait a few weeks or months for one of them to die, and just get a new mate every time? I knew myself too well for that. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it.
It wasn’t just this fear of their deaths that worried me. That was more than enough, but I sensed something through the collar. There was no explanation for it, but I knew I was attuned to these men in ways I never imagined. There was this feeling, this nudging concern that Zane knew more than he was saying, as if he were keeping a secret, hiding something from me.
Did he know something about their imminent deaths he wasn’t telling me? As commander of the ship, of a fleet of ships, surely he would know the status of this war I’d transported into. What wasn’t he telling me and why did I feel that without this secret, I could never accept his claim?
Was this why he held back during our sexual play? Was this secret the darkness I felt in him? Had he brought me halfway across the universe knowing he was going to die? Or was he concealing something else? Another lover? A woman he wanted more than me? A past he feared I couldn’t accept? Did he find me lacking in some fundamental way?
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