by Lia Nox
I thought back to Erin.
Could her presence be a product of luck, or could the hands of fate be behind this? Maybe she was the catalyst we needed. Even the short moments we had shared with her had been enough for me to know she was one of a kind. Slowly, I could already feel her inside my mind, climbing up the pedestal meant for the Masters only.
That scared me, and I wasn’t a man who knew fear.
What would happen if Erin became more important to us than the Masters? Could we kill for her? Could we go against those who had pulled our strings for so long? It was too soon to tell.
The answer already lay deep inside me, but I didn’t dare to face it. Not yet, at least.
Shaking my head, I sucked in a deep breath and tried to silence all those thoughts. While that was something that had always been easier for me, Erin’s presence made it almost impossible.
It was hard to think with her around, but at the same time I didn’t want her to go. Somehow, I was already coming to terms with my first real decision ever since we had found her: she would have to stay with us.
I glanced at the view one final time, wondering if this planet would ever be the same again, and only then did I start my descent. Once my boots touched the ground, I quickly scanned my surroundings and, sure there was no one around, I started my trek back to the station.
Five minutes later I ducked under the gated entrance, careful not to let my single horn hit the metallic arch above my head. Talos and Kern stood side by side, guarding the main entrance to the station, and they had their blasters in their hands. I had told them to keep Erin safe, and that’s exactly what they were doing.
That was why I trusted them—whenever I told them something needed to be done, they stopped at nothing to see it happen.
“How is she?” I asked them.
“She nodded off,” Talos responded, pointing with his chin at the shadows inside the station’s main room. I glanced inside, waiting until my eyes adjusted to the darkness, restrained a smile as I saw Erin dozing in her corner.
I ached to go straight toward her, taste her, claim her, have her fully, but I resisted the urge. If she was to stay with us—something I still wasn’t entirely sure would happen—I couldn’t risk scaring her off.
From her perspective, we must have looked like three unknowable monsters, and I didn’t want to add to that picture.
“Do you still think she isn’t a threat?” I asked Kern. Even though he had given me his initial assessment that Erin wasn’t one of the Masters’ spies, now that he’d had longer to think about it, I wanted to confirm his opinion.
“I’m positive,” he nodded, a satisfied smile on his lips. He wanted her to remain with the group just as much as I did, and I was pretty sure Talos wanted the same. The three of us were completely in sync.
Of course, the final decision on what would happen rested on my shoulders. “See anything out there?” Kern continued.
“There’s nothing,” I said. “Nothing of note, at least. The region appears to be dying, but that’s been the case everywhere we’ve looked.”
“Understood,” Talos and Kern said in unison, their brisk tone making me relax. No matter the situation we were in, no matter the threats we still had to face, I knew I could count in their steady nerves to see us through.
They counted on me to respond whatever situation we faced, and I counted on them to execute my commands flawlessly. That was a combination that had never failed our team.
“We stick to the mission,” I said. “No matter what, we know what our job is.”
But did we?
Erin
I was falling.
Despite being strapped tightly against the curved wall of the pod, I was falling and there was nothing I could do about it.
The straps of the harness cut cruelly into my shoulders, the thin uniform that was all I’d been given to wear since my arrest was doing nothing to pad the edges of the webbing.
I screamed, my voice echoing in the metal pod, bouncing and echoing back at me. A million versions of my voice. Of my fear.
And still, I was alone.
And still, falling.
Time stretched as the rainbow I caught glimpses of through the tiny window twirled and twisted before me.
Colors I had no names for turned inside out, shattered and glimmered as they burst through the pod itself. Through me.
I was falling, and it would never stop.
I sat upright, sweat pouring from me, a scream half stuck in my throat.
I had been falling.
But then I had crashed.
“Erin?” A soft growl came from the darkness to my side, and pulling myself to my feet, I threw myself at Roth’s strong, broad chest.
For a moment he stiffened, then wrapped his arms around my back, stroking my hair, soothing to me.
“Shh, little one, you're safe now,” he murmured into my hair. “I have you.”
Burrowing into his embrace, I breathed deeply of his scent. Strong. Masculine.
Safe.
“What happened?” Kern snapped.
“No one got in here, I'd swear to it,” Talos answered, sweeping the darkened room, as if ready to pounce on whatever enemies lay hidden.
“I'm all right, I'm all right,” I forced out as I tried to stop my shaking limbs. “It was just a dream.” I took a slow, shuddering breath. “I’m all right now.”
But instead of calming them, somehow the tension in the room turned higher at my words. The strokes of Roth’s hand down my back reached lower until his fingers curled around my ass.
“Erin?” he asked again, but this time the question was loaded.
For a moment I stopped. What was I doing? What was I possibly thinking? Then I melted into his chest. I was so tired of running. From everything.
From myself.
Maybe they could catch me.
“Yes,” I answered all his unspoken questions, my word almost a sigh.
The way he felt, so hard and firm against me, caused me let out a startled gasp that trailed off into a moan. I almost didn’t dare to look up into his face, the ache stirring between my legs unbearable enough already without seeing how he enjoyed our new found closeness.
Talos, followed by Kern, moved so that they were on either side of us, my small frame sandwiched in the middle. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the thought of them all touching me—how easy it would be for them to have me right here and now, without interruptions.
The fantasy excited me, causing me to squirm against Roth as I rode out the scene that was playing inside my head. His chest heaved sharply in response.
His broad fingers stroked down my left cheek, my breath catching in my throat as he did so, before he proceeded to nestle them under my chin; delicately, as if fearful he might break me, he tilted my face upwards.
“Erin, uoduhii.” Roth spoke, his voice soft in spite of its natural gruffness. I hadn’t understood the second phrase he’d said to me, nor did I want to interfere with this moment by asking about it, but given our intimacy I suspected it was meant positively. “Uoduhii,” he repeated, lowering himself so that he could kiss me.
At first our “kiss” was nothing more than a meeting of skin, so gentle was the way he touched me. But thanks to my pulsating desire and a lust to explore this planet in ways I’d never envisioned until they appeared, I decided to give him some encouragement.
My lips massaged his before I parted my mouth and tried to slip my tongue in between his lips. He stilled for a split second as if surprised by my tongue, but soon enough he opened up to accept me in, his tongue flicking at my own, his hand tightening at the back of my head, holding me. Claiming me.
I could feel Roth becoming more relaxed as we continued to explore, which must have indirectly prompted Talos and Kern to feel more at ease about becoming physical with me, as their hands began to stroke every part of my body they could reach. My body quivered with every new sensation as their hands roved over me.
Our
light petting belied a much more carnal intent, their light exploration becoming heated. Talos stroked my leg, strong fingers curved into the flesh of my hip. Kern moved behind me so that he could knead at my breasts while they were cupped in his hands; my nipples hardened.
Mid kiss with Roth, I moaned into him, enjoying the sensation of his tongue and Talos and Kern’s demanding hands. Roth pulled away from our kiss suddenly, the separation leading me to focus on his behavior and not the yearning that was raging inside of me. I frowned at him with concern.
Had I done something wrong?
Should I not have let the others touch me?
Roth grinned, the smile overtaking his face. The wicked glint in his eyes made me swoon, just a bit. He moved back to view what was happening, my pleasure his own private show, neither of the other two even stopping to see what was going on, Talos simply moving to kneel before me.
They were all so comfortable with one another: there was no jealousy or anxiety, they just wanted to savor me in whatever way they could. If that meant they shared me, they were glad to do so. My heart fluttered.
I closed my eyes once more, leaning back into Kern’s touches, his caress growing in force now as he felt my nipples become more pronounced. My hair pooled on his chest, my body starting to grind against him as I enjoyed those big hands all over me. When my top was hitched upwards to expose my stomach, I hazily opened my eyes just in time to watch Talos thumbing at my bare skin.
It was like he’d never seen flesh like mine before. He gave my torso a light scratch with his nails, the way it felt likened to a tickle more than something sharp; I groaned with pleasure, my body shuddering into a little shiver.
Invigorated by my response, Talos took his nails to my skin once more. His fingers traced patterns along my flesh, each time his hand rising higher and higher up my torso, the hemline of my crumpled top following. It didn’t take long before my top was bunched up over my breasts, the flimsy bra beneath it barely keeping anything covered.
Upon seeing more fabric beneath my top, Talos whipped the first layer over my head, with Kern pulling it off and over my arms before throwing it onto the floor. Now I stood in just a black triangle bra and ripped trousers, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
Roth stalked towards me. From the bulge in his trousers, he’d enjoyed the show up until this point, but it seemed like it was time for him to get back in on the action. Talos turned to shoot him a smug expression, one that seemed to be of avid satisfaction at what they’d “uncovered.”
My nipples were much easier to feel for now that my top was gone, a development which appeared to delight Kern no end—he located my nipples once again, only this time he pinched them slightly.
“Mmmmm,” I murmured, the pressure a welcomed change to soft rubbing. Once I’d voiced my pleasure, all three of them started to tease the sensitive flesh hidden beneath my bra. It felt so good to have their fingers circling the thin fabric stretched over my breasts, to have them squeeze and rub to coax more reactions out of me.
Kern must have tired of my coverings, because his finger went to pull down the triangular cup of my bra. The excess material was tucked under my breast, leaving the full curve of my chest exposed. All three of them stopped for a moment, their gaze transfixed on the pinker skin there and the tiny nub of skin they’d been teasing.
They only stayed their petting for a few seconds though, with Kern returning his fingertip to my nipple to now stimulate the bare skin awaiting him. My whole frame rocked against his body, my mouth parting to let out a breathy gasp of pleasure and surprise.
“More,” I whispered to them all. “Please, more.” I didn’t know how much more they’d want to give me, but as Talos unfurled his tongue from his lips, I knew that I didn’t care so long as they never stopped wanting me.
When its wet tip started to create a slick line on my stomach, heading upwards, I mirrored the grin all three of them were wearing.
Talos
How could I not smile as I tasted her skin?
She was so responsive, completely different to the females we’d been allowed to play with before the Masters’ disappearance. They’d been self-contained, almost private in their expression of pleasure, yet this one laid out before me was incredibly open with her desire.
At first I’d not been all that interested in seeing what she had to offer us, even despite her attractive features. My main issue had been how unusual it was seeing her: an alien we’d never come across bursting through the station doorway, pursued by mauling beasts had seemed implausible.
It had troubled me, especially after so many other puzzling occurrences since we had awakened. And yet now my tongue was lapping at her eagerly, savoring the salty taste of her light colored skin. I couldn’t say which I found more appealing—the tang of her skin or her heated responses.
How had I let myself become so enraptured by this creature so quickly?
I understood Roth’s impulse to claim her for himself, as I could too understand Kern’s joyful exploration of a new experience, but I wasn’t normally so easily moved. I’d been built to be light on my feet, or as light as my bulk would allow, with my particular skill being speed. Compared to Roth in particular, my frame was slender, though this wasn’t the only difference between us.
There was also my preference for pragmatism, a concept that often got lost on Roth and Kern due to their own specific preferences. In some respects, it was why we worked so well as a unit: I made up for what they lacked, and in return, they did me. But that still didn’t explain my loss of control the more time I spent around her.
Erin’s writhing body drew my attention once more.
I licked at the softer flesh under her breasts, the sensation causing her to moan and squirm. It was quite the sight to behold, such the simplest of my touches and she was emotionally heightened, a ball of sexual energy waiting for release. I had to admit that it made my cock push aggressively against my trousers, the need to have her wrapped around it maddeningly strong. The image of her parting those lips to invite me in had the head of my shaft flexing excitedly.
Kern’s fingers pinched at her nipples, the combination of his touch and my tongue sending her into subtle spasms. The more I watched him rub at the erect, sensitive skin there, the more I yearned to have my mouth around her nipples for myself.
Giving Kern a quick glance, he moved his hands away, sliding down her sides to tease the tops of her thighs, leaving me to trace lines in her flesh right up to the pink teat of her breasts. Before I fully embraced it with my hot, wet mouth, I looked at her, watching how her body tensed in anticipation of my next move. The longing in her eyes, the flustered redness of her cheeks, the way she stared back at me with her alluring golden eyes—all these elements crafted the most sensual picture. If she wasn’t so devastatingly stunning to look at, this wouldn’t be half as fun.
I closed my mouth firmly around one of her nipples, the instant connection making her body quiver. Once it was in my mouth, my tongue lapped at it, fast than slow; the change in speed had her whimpering for more. When I started to suck, she grasped at my horns. Her fingers explored, learning me while willing me to keep suckling. I didn’t need her encouragement to keep going, though her quiet dominance was an arousing development.
From one nipple I then moved to her other, my hands now coming to join in by stroking her rounded hips and toned stomach. She was such a heavenly shape! There was a softness to her despite her firm muscles, which helped give this delicate yet strong quality about her; there was flesh I could grab to hold her down, but there was taut, refined muscles too. My cock stirred again at the thought of pinning her down, my length settled between her legs. It was too soon for that just yet; however I knew that was where I wanted to eventually go—if I could bury my cock inside of her magnificent body, I was going to.
“Please. . .oh, yes. . .” she murmured, my head still tight to her chest as I sucked and licked. I peeked up at her, meeting her downwards gaze. In that moment, i
n that slightly disheveled but still dignified state, I realized how voluptuous her lips were. Unlike the rest of her skin, her mouth was a rich, reddish pink, a pale crimson against the white of snow. They looked so damn kissable.
Moving my hands to prop myself up, I leaned towards her face, my lips finding hers within seconds. Her mouth molded to my own, her lips parting for our tongues to meet; I’d seen the way she’d kissed Roth like this, but to feel it directly was a different sensation entirely. When I’d observed her kisses, I’d been nothing other than curious. I’d been a little aroused by it, but more due to how hungrily she’d gone for the kiss rather than what she was doing.
But to be on the receiving end of it, to feel our breath swirl together as our tongues collided, gave me reason to mentally scold myself for being too reserved. I’d been foolish, and had almost overlooked a connection so charged I had to stop myself from rolling onto my back and pulling her with me.
As we kissed, I stroked the length of her waist before coming to her breasts—if my tongue couldn’t tease them, my hands would. Squeezing a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she groaned with ecstasy, her flesh pricking with bumps, the hairs on her skin rising as if cold. I loved how receptive she was to me, how every touch was a cause for her body to celebrate. If her breasts and mouth could give her so much pleasure, what could other parts of her do. Eager to find out, I used my free hand to tug at her trousers, my movements slow due to how we were tangled together.
Frustrated, I pulled out of the kiss and yanked the fabric, the pants immediately giving to slide down her thighs; that’s when I saw the mound hidden beneath her underwear. It wasn’t smooth but bumpy, as if some kind of fur were beneath. Curious to learn more, I grazed my hand across the top of the material, my actions causing her breath to catch in her throat as if she was waiting for me to do more.
What I felt under the material was hair, though it seemed coarser than the red locks on her head, from what I could feel. It was something else I wished to investigate as soon as I was able, though maybe now was the right time after all. . .
