by Cara Wylde
“Mmm… oh God!”
Kryan silenced her with a passionate kiss. His tongue sought hers, while his fingers continued working on her hard, now wet and slippery nipples.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Being kissed and licked by two men at once was beyond any erotic dream she’d ever had. She held her breath for a moment, feeling how a burning tension gathered in her core, then she let it out with a sharp scream as she came on Aedar’s skilled tongue. She held on to Kryan for dear life as she rode the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.
Aedar lapped up her juices, then stood up and grabbed her waist, pulling her backwards.
Avery opened her eyes and looked into Kryan’s silver orbs.
“How… how is this even happening?”
He grinned. “I’ll let you in on a secret if you promise not to tell anyone.” He started removing his warrior outfit. “We have no idea, either.”
Avery blinked. She opened her mouth to ask another question, but then she realized Kryan was entirely naked. For the second time that day. This time, though, he was only a few inches away from her, and she didn’t hesitate to reach out and run her hands all over that perfect chest of his.
Aedar pulled her against his chest and enveloped her in his strong arms. The sensation of bare skin on bare skin was incredible, and Avery moaned her approval.
“What now?” she asked between shallow breaths.
“Who do you want first? Inside you…” Aedar whispered in her ear.
“I… I don’t care.”
He chuckled, then flipped her around and led her to the coffee table. He swept everything on it to the floor, and motioned for Avery to make herself comfortable on her hands and knees.
She followed his instructions without a word. Her pussy was practically dripping, and her whole body was screaming to be given a second release. She needed them inside her. Both of them. At the same time. She reached out and grabbed Aedar’s long and thick purple cock just as Kryan positioned himself at her entrance and started pushing in gently. She relaxed her muscles, opened herself to him, closed her eyes, and took Aedar in her mouth. He was so big that her jaw ached from the effort of trying to fit as much as she could down her throat. She moaned around the gorgeous piece of flesh, licked, sucked, swirled her tongue around the tip, and used her right hand to pump the base in rhythm with her mouth.
Kryan was now completely buried inside her. She loved the way his massive cock stretched her and filled her fully. The engorged head grazed her cervix, then he pulled out almost entirely only to slam himself back in. He picked up the pace, his big, strong hands holding her hips, so she wouldn’t slip off the table.
It was fast, hard, raw, and urgent. It was like the three of them were under a spell they couldn’t fight. As she was nearing climax, Avery started getting foreign images and thoughts… She was sure they didn’t belong to her. A desert of white sand, a huge, red sun that seemed too close to the surface of the dunes… A ship cruising through space at unbelievable speed…
With a long moan, Aedar exploded in her mouth, and she focused her attention back on him, back on what she was doing… She swallowed all she could catch, some of the warm liquid dripping at the corners of her lips, down her chin. She proceeded to clean him thoroughly, loving the taste of his seed. The idea that she had thrown him over the edge so quickly, only with her mouth… The way Kryan was pounding her pussy hard and fast… She shuddered as she reached a plateau of pleasure, then let out a scream and allowed herself to jump off the cliff. Her second orgasm was more intense than the first. Her walls clenched and unclenched around Kryan’s cock, milking him, coaxing him to release his seed inside her. When he did, with a grunt, she started chanting “yes, yes, yes”, as if that was the last missing piece of the puzzle she needed to feel whole.
They stayed like that for a while, catching their breath and enjoying how their bodies were still connected, still touching. Soon, however, Avery had to accept the position wasn’t comfortable and sustainable anymore. She wiggled her hips, and Kryan slipped out of her. As Aedar helped her off the table, gently supporting her weight, she smiled at the pleasant sensation of Kryan’s seed seeping down her inner thighs.
None of them felt like talking. Avery allowed them to do what they wanted with her, and she soon found herself wrapped up in Aedar’s shirt and carried into one of the brothers’ bedrooms. They lay her down in bed, covered her with a fluffy duvet, and removed the collar.
Avery’s eyes snapped open, and all her senses became alert.
“Wait. No!”
Aedar shushed her. “We don’t want to risk losing you now, Agent Tonkin. What kind of masters would we be if we let our pleasure slave escape?”
“What did you call me?”
Kryan sat down beside her and gave her a charming smile.
“Avery Tonkin. FBI agent turned SPG agent. We did warn you we were going to get into your head and bring all your secrets to light.”
“And your mouth,” Aedar added cheerfully. “And your pussy.”
Avery blushed to the tips of her ears.
“I don’t understand. You… you took advantage of me!”
To her surprise, and utter confusion, Kryan’s expression changed. He suddenly became serious and calculated.
“We weren’t sure it would work, actually. This is the first time we… ever got so close to a woman belonging to your species.”
“It did work, though,” Aedar said, “which means my theory is correct.” He looked up at his brother. “Kralians are not allergic to humans. We’re connected to them. Deeply, probably genetically. It’s something we’ll certainly have to look into now.”
Kryan nodded. “Years ago, we realized that every time we touched a human, man or woman, we received their thoughts and emotions. Most of the time, not in a pleasant way. They came as waves of hopes, regrets, insecurities… happiness, sadness… so many feelings at the same time, as if none excluded the other. Overwhelming. So, while the other captains in the Alliance were kidnapping human women and turning them into slaves, we decided to keep to ourselves until we found out what was causing out species to be so sensitive to your species.”
Avery took a deep breath and gathered her courage to speak. They knew who she was. They knew her real identity, and they probably also knew the identities of the other members of the SPG. They had taken her collar. Yes, it was dangerous to use the invisibility serum, but she would have risked her life to get the information to the ones who needed it. Right now, she felt like all was lost. Or… was it?
“Why did you break your rule, then? Why with me?”
Kryan and Aedar exchanged a quick glance. They were silent for a minute, then Kryan shook his head.
“Because you saved us, I guess?”
“I. Saved. You.” Avery laughed. “Sorry, what?!”
Aedar lay down beside her and tucked her in better.
“When we went to that meeting, we had no idea what to tell the others. They’d been on our asses for months for not making any new breakthroughs. We’d started losing their respect and trust. Then, you materialized out of nowhere, right in the middle of the conference room, and… for some reason we’ll never understand… you declared you were our slave.”
“Oh, and let’s not forget this.” Kryan dangled the invisibility collar under her nose.
“Is the serum really that dangerous?” she asked.
“Deadly.”
“Damn it.” She rubbed her temples. She was exhausted, her body was aching, and her stress levels were through the roof. The last thing she needed was a confirmation that she was probably going to die soon. “I’ve just had sex with the enemy… err… enemies, I’m a pleasure slave now, and I’m dying. Anything else I should know?”
“Hmm… let’s solve these concerns of yours in reverse,” said Aedar thoughtfully. “First, you’re not dying. Let’s run some tests and see what the serum has done to your immune system, then settle on a conclusio
n. There’s a chance Araime’s assumption is wrong. Yes, the serum does kill our species slowly, but she’s been underestimating humans from day one. You might, actually, be more resistant to it than us.”
“Secondly,” Kryan took over, “you’re not our pleasure slave. I mean, you are, but only in the eyes of the Alliance. Does that sound good to you?”
“Why?” Okay, Aedar’s words had made her feel better, but Kryan’s only confused her more.
“Because, thirdly: we are not your enemies.”
She blinked. Her eyes moved from Kryan to Aedar, then back to Kryan. Her mind was, once again, blank.
“I’m sorry, I don’t… You’re messing with me right now.”
“No,” said Kryan in a low, serious voice. “You’re a smart woman, Avery Tonkin. And an actress. So, here’s our proposal: act like you’re our pleasure slave, help us bring down the Alliance, and we’ll help you with your investigation.”
“Better yet,” said Aedar, “let’s bring the SPG in on this and kick some Minarian ass.”
“And Cattalian, and Valgan.”
“And Norgavian.”
“So… what? So you’d be the only ones left to take over our planet?”
“No, so we can prevent humans from being turned into a race of slaves.”
Avery stared at them for a few, long minutes. She wanted to believe them. She really did. But nothing made any sense, and she wasn’t that stupid to fall into their trap so easily. Well, apparently, she had been stupid enough to fall in their bed… or on their coffee table…
“I… I need time. I can’t process all of this now. I’m so tired.”
They nodded and got off the bed. Aedar checked the windows to make sure they were tightly shut, then they left the room in silence, locking the door behind them.
Avery stared at the windows, then at the closed door. She was pretty sure she was trapped.
“I should have run. I should have run when I had the chance,” she whispered bitterly. “Damn it, Tonkin! You messed up big.”
END OF BOOK ONE
BOOK TWO
CHAPTER ONE
Avery couldn’t sleep. Although she was so tired that she could barely see straight, every time she tried to make herself comfortable in the big, cozy bed and close her eyes, Kryan and Aedar invaded her thoughts. They were somewhere in the house, and she was trapped in this room. Or, maybe they were on their spaceship?
“I can’t do this,” she sighed in frustration and got out of the bed.
She paced the floor furiously. For hours. She checked the windows over and over, and tried to open them to no avail. Now that she got a closer look, she could tell the locks seemed normal at first glance but weren’t. Should she smash the glass, then? But that would make too much noise and wake up the whole mansion. It was the same with the door. Even if she managed to break it down and make a run for it, she wouldn’t get far before the two aliens caught up with her and brought her back.
When her bare feet started aching from so much pacing around, Avery plopped back onto the bed. She rubbed her eyes, then grumpily crawled under the thick duvet. The pillows were soft, covered in silk cases, and they smelled nice. It was safe to say she had never slept in such fancy sheets before. Regardless, the realization didn’t make her feel any better.
At least, her two masters were treating her right. Not like Gorgan, the Valgan, who refused to even give the slaves in his harem normal, decent clothes. The thought that Grace and Kaylee were somewhere out there, in space, kept Avery up for another hour. She was too tired for another round of floor pacing, but her brain seemed capable of going on and on, in circles, stressing her out while failing to come up with any valid solutions.
Eventually, she managed to fall into a light, agitated sleep sometime before dawn. She had no idea what the next day would bring, she didn’t know how she was supposed to get out of there and reach her team, but she was sure as hell that she couldn’t trust Kryan and Aedar.
The silent sound of the door opening and her two captors stepping into the room jolted Avery awake. She did her best to remain calm, with her eyes closed and her back turned to them. She focused on her breathing and stifled a yawn. She felt as if she had only slept for a few minutes. When the mattress dipped under one of the alien’s weight, her whole body went rigid. Then, he touched her shoulder, and she relaxed instantly. She bit the inside of her lip.
“How do they do it?” she thought. “Why does their touch affect me so much?”
She opened her eyes just in time to see Aedar place a tray on the bedside table. Two fried eggs topped with melted cheese and bacon strips, a stack of maple syrup-soaked pancakes, and a huge glass of lemonade. Her favorite. Had they learned what she liked for breakfast last night?
“Did you sleep well?” Aedar smiled down at her, then went to open the windows and let the sun and fresh morning air in.
Avery sat up and carefully extracted herself from under Kryan’s gentle touch. The moment there was some distance between them, she started thinking more clearly. It didn’t last, though. The rich smell of fried bacon clouded her head and made her stomach rumble painfully. She blushed.
Kryan laughed wholeheartedly. “What are you waiting for? Dig in, precious.”
“Precious?” She cringed inside. “Yeah, I’m their precious slave. Sure. Why not?”
Nonetheless, she pulled the tray onto her lap and attacked the food. She could almost moan at the incredible taste. On the one hand, she couldn’t believe she was able to eat when she was under so much stress. On the other hand, her body and her brain needed fuel.
“I heard you pacing last night,” Aedar said. He sat down on the other edge of the bed, opposite his brother. “Are you alright?”
Avery huffed sarcastically and almost choked on a piece of bacon. She coughed, drank half of the lemonade, then took a couple of deep breaths before attempting to speak.
“Am I alright? Are you kidding me?!” She pushed the tray away, patted the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and cleared her throat. “Why don’t you tell me what you think, Aedar?”
The tall, dark-haired man blinked in confusion.
Avery turned to his brother. “Kryan?”
This morning, both of them looked like humans. No weird, purple skin in sight.
“We know you need some time to adjust,” Kryan tried.
“But I’m afraid we don’t have that luxury,” Aedar added. He placed the tray back on the nightstand, then reached out and touched her thigh through the duvet.
Avery filled her lungs with a sharp intake of breath.
“What do you mean?”
Kryan moved closer and ran the back of his hand over her cheek. “You’re so… beautiful…”
She could almost roll her eyes at him, but she was too busy doing her best to ignore his caress.
“Why do you think we don’t have the luxury of time?” she pressed on.
“… and fragile,” Kryan continued.
For a split second, Avery wanted to slap his hand away and yell in his face “Dude, knock it off! Stop messing with my head!”, but then Aedar’s hand slipped under the duvet and grabbed her thigh possessively. His fingers were dangerously close to her already wet folds. Aside from the shirt he had lent her the night before, she wasn’t wearing anything else. Her panties, dress, and sandals were still in the bathroom downstairs, under the sink, behind the cleaning supplies.
She closed her eyes, exhaled slowly, and tried to focus on the matter at hand. There was no use. Aedar’s fingers started rubbing up and down her inner thigh, and Kryan leaned in to place small, chaste kisses on her exposed neck.
“This isn’t happening. Not again…”
All her logic said “no”. But it was impossible to keep her brain on alert and functioning properly, when her body craved the two brothers so much. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. A need that went way beyond any feat of rational judgment. Kryan sought her lips, and
she parted them to allow him access. Aedar grazed her soft folds with the tips of his fingers, and her core caught on fire. She was a lost cause.
What happened next was a blur of clothes thrown in the air, duvet pulled down to the floor, and hands groping, massaging, and caressing.
Two strong, ripped bodies ravishing her from head to toe… She couldn’t tell where she ended and they began. Every kiss, every bite, every lick… It felt as if it had all been decided long ago, before time even existed, and any attempt to fight it was futile. Her only option was to give in.
What was even more mind-blowing was that Avery could feel she had the exact same effect on them. She didn’t know why, but she could feel it deep down, in her heart and her feminine core. Now and then, she caught glimpses of thoughts and sensations that didn’t belong to her, that could only be theirs… Soon, she could swear she was feeling everything they were feeling, and the other way around…
The fleeting thought that she suddenly knew how it felt to possess a cock and to bury it deep inside a woman’s warm, tight pussy made her giggle. Then, she realized it was her pussy… Aedar was deep inside her, his massive rod moving in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, opening her wide and claiming her whole being. She opened her eyes, stared into his silver orbs, and whispered his name as if she were in a trance.
She was lying on her back, with Aedar between her legs, and Kryan kissing and biting her neck, collarbone, and breasts. In their human skin, the brothers looked just as heartbreakingly hot as in their alien skin. She couldn’t tell which version she preferred. As long as they kept doing what they were currently doing to her body and her sanity, either was good. Perfect, even.
“Mmm… yes… yes,” she moaned as she dug her fingers into Kryan’s short black hair and guided him toward her right nipple. She threw her head back and used her free hand to hold on to the headboard. “Oh God! Yes, there! Don’t stop!” She was talking to Aedar. She needed him to go deeper, faster, and harder. “Please…”
