Her Cyborg Warriors

by Grace Goodwin

  Mikki had made me see that life was more than protocols and structure. Life was messy. It was wild. No matter how much routine I put in place, bad things happened. Good things, too.

  Like our match. She was the most unexpected, unplanned thing of all.

  The most important.

  She slid a hand down the center of her body, cupped her pussy. “You’re not done with your medical exam.”

  Heat flared between us. “I thought you said that it, um, didn’t turn you on?” I tried to remember the Earth wording she’d used. I’d never once been aroused by a medical exam. Ever. Even when I was testing the arousal of someone else, or someone else’s mate, for example. That pleasure had not been mine for the taking. I hadn’t wanted it. It hadn’t belonged to me. Mikki’s desires, her sexual needs were mine to fulfill, no matter what they were. This playfulness was intriguing… and arousing.

  “I’m turned on. Can’t you feel me through your magical collar?”

  Oh fuck, yes, I could feel how needy she was. It made me hot, too.

  I gripped the base of my cock, stroked from root to tip, smearing the pre-cum with my thumb. “You want to be probed, mate? I’ve got a probe for you.”

  Her gaze fell to my cock, and she bit her lip, her hand still between her thighs.

  “Yes, please.”

  Trax took hold of her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth, licked them clean of her arousal. She moaned. He groaned. I growled.

  Mikki was mine, and I wasn’t letting her go.

  Mikki

  * * *

  Oh. My. God. Did he have a probe.

  At first I’d truly wanted him to wand me or whatever it was called to allow him peace of mind that I hadn’t been hurt on Valuri. I was tired, sure, but I hadn’t hurt myself in any way. I knew I was well, but I wanted Surnen to believe it. Things shifted quickly though. Seeing them naked, stripped bare not just of clothing but of their darkest secrets, too, was arousing. It made them even more attractive.

  It wasn’t just the physical that pulled me to them, although the feel of Surnen’s cock as it filled me deep, as it stretched me open, was hot as fuck. It was them. Their fierceness. Their pride. Their honor.

  Trax had climbed onto a log and dropped to the bottom of a Valurian sea to save me. He’d risked his life when he’d never once been in water before. It would have been certain death for him if his helmet hadn’t stopped the power of the Hive vacuum long enough for us to get to the surface.

  He’d been prepared to die. For me.

  After learning about what had happened to his family, I couldn’t believe Surnen had given in and let me go to another planet. Then things went to shit and yeah, he’d freaked. I didn’t blame him. I understood him now. Even, like he said, after such a short time.

  “Mate,” he murmured, kissing the curve of my ear. He held himself off me with his forearms, but thrust into me with a fervor and intensity brought on by danger.

  We were alive. We were together, and he was proving it, one stroke of his huge cock at a time.

  “You feel so good,” I said, trying to catch my breath. I loved the collars in moments like this. Knew how Surnen felt, that he found pleasure in my body. My less than B-cups. In my petite frame. In my sassy attitude. He was getting lost in me.

  So I let go. Grabbed his ass with my hands and held on. Took everything he gave to me.

  “Fuck, I want to stay inside you forever,” he murmured, slowing and looking down at me.

  “I thought you said you were tying me to your bed and never letting me get up.”

  “Never letting you out of bed can be arranged,” Trax said. “As for tying you up, it will be hard for us to fuck you together if we do that.”

  Need coursed through me, and I knew they both felt it. The idea of taking both of them, being between them, making us one, was exactly what I wanted.

  It was like the dream but better. This was my reality. “Yes. I don’t want to wait.”

  Surnen pulled out and I whimpered, but he remained between my thighs. Both of them looked down at my pussy, now slick and open.

  “We will take you between us. Fuck you. Pleasure you.” Trax rolled off the bed as Surnen slipped a finger inside my pussy, over my clit. I nearly jumped off the bed.

  “I thought that was only for an official claiming. You… you want to do that? Now?”

  “Yes. We will fill you up. Make you beg.”

  I lifted my hips to get more of him. “Please,” I was already begging. Why the hell were they taking so damn long?

  “But it is not time to claim you, mate. It has only been a day. While I have no doubt you are mine—”

  “Ours,” Trax clarified.

  “—we all know we have much to learn about another. I will not steal time from you, time to make your choice. Will we fuck you? Me in your pussy, Trax in your ass? Yes. Claim you? No.”

  The blast of arousal that came through the collars was so strong I’d have been knocked down if I weren’t already sprawled on the bed. “Please,” I begged again. “I want both of you. Now.” I didn’t care about anything else. I didn’t care if it hurt. I didn’t care if they tied me up, spanked me, fucked me until I collapsed. I needed.

  “Female, you will turn me into a rebel yet. I might believe in full protocol, but I do not need to share you. I do not wish for anyone to hear your breathy whimpers, your screams of pleasure, to see your wet pussy spread open and greedy for our cocks.”

  “You like protocol,” I said, my hips lifting and moving to Surnen’s fingers. “I thought you had to claim me in front of a bunch of warriors. Don’t you need to follow the rules?”

  “I need you more.” He looked to Trax. “Let’s get her ready.”

  Before I knew what that meant, Surnen lifted me off the bed and onto his lap, chest to chest, my legs straddling him. I had to tilt my chin up to look into his face.

  “Never had a cock in your ass, have you, mate?” Surnen asked, lifting me up some more so that my pussy hovered over his cock.

  His golden eyes were so fair, so open to me now. Only yesterday he had been closed off. Open to me as a mate, but not open to this. To emotion. To need. To everything.

  I clenched and squeezed around him, trying to adjust to him. Both of them were huge, all over. I had to wonder if Trax would fit back there.

  “I’ll get inside you, mate,” Trax said as if he could read my mind. Oh yeah, the collars. “But I must ready you first.”

  “No vibrating plugs?” I asked, glancing at Trax over my shoulder as Surnen easily lifted me up and let gravity drop me back onto him. I gasped.

  “I thought you liked the plug, mate,” he said. He held it up, although I had no idea when he’d kept it. I looked at the device that had driven me wild the night before.

  “I do, but it’s not you.”

  He tilted his head, those dark eyes meeting mine. He smiled. “You’ll get the plug to prepare you; then you’ll get me.”

  Surnen fucked me, holding me still as he thrust up into me, allowing Trax the opportunity to work the plug deep. It had been like the previous time, pressing against me there; then a gush of lubricant filled me, instantly easing the way for the device. I gasped as it went in, but it was at its smallest setting. Smaller than when they’d removed it from me the night before.

  Perhaps it had done its job, for when it began to enlarge within, it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt really fucking good. And then the vibrations kicked in.

  Oh. My. God.

  I was going to come, and I hadn’t even gotten Trax inside me yet. When I did, I wasn’t sure if I would survive.

  Unlike drowning at the bottom of a Valurian sea, this would be a great way to go.

  Trax

  * * *

  She loved it. I could see it in the way she writhed on Surnen’s cock, felt it through the collars. Not all mates liked ass play and only took a cock there as part of the ritual claiming. Mikki would not be one of those females.

  Mikki was as wild as the
oceans she loved. She would want to take both of us together. Often. That worked for me.

  Perhaps it was the near-death experience, or the fact that we’d revealed such dark, deep parts of ourselves so quickly after meeting each other, but I wanted to be with her, in her. With Surnen. I wanted her to know that we were with her. Inside her. Part of her.

  I never, ever wanted her to doubt, to feel alone.

  I had. I’d doubted myself for so long, didn’t think I was worthy as more than just somebody’s second. I was a second to Surnen, but Mikki had proven I wasn’t the extra mate to her. She was the only one whose opinion mattered. No one else.

  She wasn’t repulsed by my integrations. She didn’t care that I’d rarely touched a planet’s surface. That I had no idea how to swim, to surf, to be like her.

  Mikki wanted me. Me!

  I felt it. Knew it couldn’t be a lie because of the collars. Her desire for me was truth. Her need for me, as Trax, not a second Prillon warrior, was truth.

  That and that alone had saved me. I might have died in a stupid ocean, but I’d been saved emotionally. Then she went right on saving me.

  If Mikki wanted us to fuck her together, I wasn’t denying any of us that pleasure.

  While Surnen kissed her, cupped her ass and lifted and lowered her on his cock, the plug did its job. Lubricating her well so she could take my cock easily, opening her up so it wouldn’t hurt when I did so and arousing her to the point of mindlessness. Until the pleasure was so great that she came.

  Her scream of pleasure was probably heard as far away as the transport room, but I didn’t care. I was proud to know we were good mates to her, ensuring she was well satisfied. And I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.

  While she was still coming down from her orgasm, I carefully removed the plug from her, tossed it aside.

  Her head was on Surnen’s chest, her eyes closed. Sweat dampened her skin. Her hair clung to her cheeks. I looked to Surnen, and he nodded, spread his knees wider, which gave me room to move closer.

  I couldn’t miss the way her pussy opened around the base of Surnen’s cock, the way her back entrance was relaxed and slick, ready for me. Leaning forward, I kissed her shoulder. Gripping the base of my cock, I lined up with her virgin hole, pressed in.

  Her eyes opened, and while she didn’t move, she watched me. I kept my gaze fixed on hers as I pushed deep. Slowly, carefully. Stilled and waited.

  All at once, the ring of muscle gave way and the head of my cock popped into her.

  She groaned and clung to Surnen. He spoke to her, whispered words of praise as I inched slowly into her. She was hot and so fucking tight, my balls ached. The plug had done its job, making her unbearably slick inside. Still I was cautious, entering her slowly to give her time to adjust to being filled with two cocks. Two big, Prillon cocks.

  When I was finally in all the way, when she was pretty much sitting on both our laps, we began to move. Surnen cupped her breasts. I slid my hands up and down her back, then gripped her hips, watched as my cock moved in and out of her stretched hole.

  The collars told me everything I needed to know. She loved it. Was aroused by it. In fact, she was close to coming again. That need, swirled with Surnen’s own pleasure and mine, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. More powerful than any orgasm we’d had the night before.

  “It’s so good,” she moaned. “Oh God.”

  Her eyes were closed, and she gripped and held, shook and arched her back, unsure of what to do. Between us, there wasn’t much she could do but feel. Surrender. Submit.

  And she did. From one breath to the next, she came.

  “Fuck,” Surnen growled.

  Holy shit. I couldn’t hold back, not with the way her pussy and ass were clenching down. I came hard, spurt after spurt of cum filling her. Surnen came as well. No way could he have held off.

  I was blinded by pleasure. The air was filled with our breathy groans and cries of satisfaction, the scent of fucking. Our ragged breaths.

  “Perfect, mate,” I said finally. “Beautiful, perfect Mikki.”

  Mikki was catching her breath, but the corner of her mouth tipped up in a small smile.

  Carefully I pulled out—even though I wanted to stay buried within her forever—and dropped onto the bed. Surnen lifted her off him and set her on top of me, her small body like a blanket draped over my chest. I could feel her breathing, her heat.

  Surnen went to the bathing room and quickly returned with a wet cloth, cleaned our mate between her sticky, cum-coated thighs. I cleaned up as well and tossed it to the floor as Surnen climbed onto the bed beside us.

  “I think you were right, Surnen,” she murmured. I felt her satisfaction and her weariness.

  She’d transported not once, but twice today, survived a near-death experience with the Hive and then had been well and truly fucked. She’d sleep for a while.

  “What’s that, mate?”

  “Staying here in bed is the best idea ever. Let’s make it a rule.”

  With that, she fell asleep, and I followed soon after. I was at peace, our mate with us. Satisfied. Safe. Surrounded.

  I couldn’t have been happier.

  Epilogue

  Mikki, Twenty-six days later, The Colony garden

  * * *

  The dress was white. White to symbolize that I was prepared to be “painted” the color of my husband’s family. If my grandmother had still been alive, she would have been disappointed that I did not wear a traditional shiromuku, the old-fashioned Shinto marriage kimono. I was born and raised in Hawaii, though, and my parents were fluid in their beliefs.

  It was odd that the symbolism of adopting a mate’s colors was practiced on Prillon Prime as well. Two worlds, literally, but that one tradition was the same. I’d told Surnen the very day I met him that I would not wear gray, his family color. Looking back, it had been an ignorant thing to say. I’d been ruthless and laser focused in what I’d expected of a match. It had been all about me. Me, me, me. Then everything fell apart. Then I learned that although Surnen and Trax might each be the size of a VW bug, they had feelings, insecurities, emotions. They bled just like me. And with my stupid words about the color gray, I’d hurt Surnen. I was fixing that now.

  “Are you ready?” Rachel handed me three branches from the Chinese banyan tree that grew in my family’s backyard in Hawaii. Each branch was about a foot long, decorated with white ribbon, and there was one for each of us. My mother had planted the tree when she and my father moved into our family home, and it was now taller than the roof. I missed that tree. I missed my parents. I was happy here on The Colony. Very, very happy.

  I looked her way. “I owe you, Rachel. Big-time.”

  She smiled. “Oh, I know. Trust me.”

  For the past twenty-four days, Trax, Surnen and I had spoken of the claiming. We all wanted it but had chosen to wait almost the full thirty days. We’d agreed to an Earth ceremony to go along with the traditional Prillon claiming—minus the public sex part—from the very start. But Rachel had helped me make a few changes in secret. Changes that I had wanted to make it special for Surnen and Trax.

  “You are so beautiful, Umiko. So beautiful.” My mother’s voice carried from the comm screen and through the garden area. I lifted the tree branches she’d sent to me in gratitude.

  “Thank you, Mother. I am so happy you and Father are here to share this with me.”

  My father, looking stern as always, nodded gruffly. They sat side by side on the familiar couch in their living room. “We are honored, Daughter, to meet your husband.”

  “About that, I should probably explain…” I laughed out loud, which made my mother smile and my father frown.

  He was very much like Surnen, raised that showing strong emotion to others was inconsiderate. Maintaining control was a way of showing care and compassion to others. I had never understood the depths of emotion that swam beneath the surface of his fierce expression until Surnen and the mating collars. After that I rea
lized my father was most likely a volcano under an ice cap. I’d never taken the time to understand him and wouldn’t have realized how my father ticked without my uncompromising and protocol-driven mate. Surnen. One more reason I loved him.

  Trax and Surnen chose that moment to enter the garden wearing their wedding garb. For Surnen, a tunic and pants in steel gray, his family colors. Trax looked equally impressive in blue lined with silver, his old family colors bordered by the new. The Prillons were not without traditions, but they still had nothing on my Japanese grandparents. I remembered drinking tea with my grandmother, and every item had a proper place on the tray, from the sugar to the spoon. I’d loved her so much, and those times were precious memories that I hoped to recreate someday with my own children.

  “Are you unwell?” Trax reached me first, his hands cupping my face and lifting my chin so I looked at him. “I feel your sadness, mate.”

  Surnen settled his hands on my hips from behind and pulled me to him so my back made contact with his chest. “We both feel your pain and longing. You asked us to remain in the corridor until summoned, but we were unable to comply with your request. You will not suffer while you are mine.”

  So bossy. So pushy. So… perfect.

  “That’s about to be forever,” I reminded.

  He lowered his lips to my ear and growled softly. “Exactly my point, female.”

  My father chose that moment to clear his throat and assert his presence—even from several light-years away—and disapproval. “Umiko.”

  Surnen stiffened at my father’s tone, and I felt his cold, protective fury like an ice bath through my veins. I’d heard that tone of voice more times than I could count, but Trax froze, looked down at me with a question in his eyes, and grinned. He sensed Surnen’s tension, too. I looked to him and he winked. “This should be fun.”