Divided

by Evangeline Anderson

  “We’re going to give you everything you need, Becca,” the light twin promised. “Just relax and let us take you where you need to go. Relax and let us love you.”

  Becca could do nothing else. Feeling helpless and hot and filled to the hilt, she let herself relax between them. Though they didn’t say a word to each other, they seemed to know exactly what to do. As one, they both began the long, slow, erotic slide out of her body.

  Becca tensed, fearing to lose them, not wanting to feel so empty inside. But again, as if by mutual consent, Far and Truth both surged forward again, bottoming out inside her again and making Becca moan with unexpected pleasure.

  “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, God, yes.” She could feel both shafts moving inside her, thrusting in tandem to fill and penetrate her, opening her up. It was the most incredible feeling she’d ever had and it just went on and on and on.

  “Gently, Rebecca,” Truth ground out and she could tell he was holding himself back with an effort. “Just try to be open to us and we will go gently.”

  “Truth is right,” Far panted in her ear. “Just open yourself and we swear not to hurt you. But now we need to move more quickly.”

  “Do…do what you have to do,” Becca whispered breathlessly.

  “What we need is to fuck you and come in you, Rebecca,” Truth growled. “Can you handle that? Can you be open enough to take our cum deep in your pussy and ass?”

  “Yes.” Becca kissed him and then turned her head to kiss Far as well. “It…it’s what I want, too. And it’s all right—I trust you. Both of you.”

  “Thank you, mi’now, that means a lot to us,” Far murmured. Then he looked at Truth. “Come, Brother—let us share our lady as she was meant to be shared. Let us make love to her together and fill her with our seed.”

  “Yes. Yes.” The dark twin’s voice was a low, hungry growl. “Yes, Brother—now.”

  Becca didn’t know how long the encounter lasted. It seemed to go on and on with the drive and pull of both thick shafts filling and fucking her, sliding deeply into her pussy and ass over and over again until she thought she would die of pleasure.

  Though she knew she was supposed to wait, she couldn’t help herself and came several times as her men fucked her. The pleasure was simply too intense to bear and it overwhelmed her as she gave herself to Truth and Far.

  The second time the pleasure overcame her, she felt Truth tense.

  “It’s too much,” he ground out, his face filled with need. “The feel of your sweet pussy clenching around me…Gods, Rebecca, I want this to last but I cannot hold out much longer.”

  “I feel the same way, Brother,” Far said, his deep voice strained. “Feeling our lady’s pleasure is pushing me to the brink.”

  “Then…then finish,” Becca told them, moaning as they pulled out and thrust back into her in tandem. “Fill me up, boys. I…I want you to.”

  Her invitation to let go seemed to be all Truth and Far needed. With a low groan from Far and a muttered curse from Truth, she felt the two of them surge up into her with a final, deep thrust. And then both thick shafts were pulsing within her, filling her with their hot seed, finding the completion both men needed so badly.

  With a cry of total surrender, Becca felt herself coming to completion one last time herself.

  And as she did, she felt something change within her.

  There was an internal shifting—not in her body but in her mind. Becca didn’t know what it was and she couldn’t put her finger on it but she felt different somehow.

  Changed.

  Don’t be silly, she told herself uneasily. How could you possibly be changed just from…from doing what you just did? Everything is fine and now maybe you can project a door and get out of here. So just chill out, Becca.

  She was still trying to catch her breath—they all were—and there was silence except for their heavy breathing. Suddenly Truth spoke.

  “What is happening? Why do I feel so strange. So…different?”

  “I feel it too,” Far murmured. “I feel…complete.” He put a hand to his chest and looked at Truth. “It’s almost like…”

  “Like an emptiness inside has been filled.” The dark twin looked at him in wonder. “I feel it too, brother. And…I feel your joy in it.” He frowned. “How can I feel that?”

  “I don’t know but I feel guilt coming from Becca,” Far continued as Becca turned her head to look at him. “And maybe…some fear?”

  “I feel that too,” Truth said, frowning. But also…hopefulness. A hope that is not my own.” He looked at Far. “Is it you, Brother? Are you hoping that now we have shared Rebecca more fully I will come to the conclusion that the three of us should be together forever?”

  “The thought did cross my mind,” Far admitted. “But how did you know that? How can you feel my emotions? Did the pleasure we shared change us somehow?”

  “If it did then it changed me too. How are we doing this?” Becca was beginning to feel frightened. “I don’t understand. I know that when the two of you get closer together you’re supposed to be able to pick up on each other's emotions and physical sensations. But why am I feeling what the two of you are feeling too?”

  “I don’t know.” Far stroked her hair.

  “Does it distress you?” Truth sounded worried and more than that, she could feel his worry for her as well as Far’s desire to comfort her.

  In fact, she could feel everything—the hopefulness, joy, uncertainty… A torrent of emotions was flooding over her—washing through her like a river. Becca felt like a glass that had been poured too full and was about to overflow. Despite the mostly positive feelings, it was an overwhelming experience to suddenly be filled with feelings that weren’t her own.

  “I…I don’t understand,” she said, her voice slightly choked. “What is this and how…how do we make it stop?”

  “You don’t.”

  The new voice coming from the mist made all three of them jump. Becca felt a surge of guilt and panic that anyone else might see her like this—still doubly impaled by her men. Truth and Far obviously sensed her feelings—they leaned inward instinctively, covering her nakedness from the intruder. Becca felt protected in the nest made by their bodies but she was still freaking out.

  “Who spoke?” Truth demanded, scanning the swirling gray mist that surrounded the bed. “Show yourself!”

  “With pleasure, my dear Truth.” Suddenly the small, rotund form of Vashtar appeared before them. “Congratulations,” he said, smiling widely and blinking with all three eyes. “The fact that you’re feeling each other's emotions proves you’ve formed a bond—not a full one, of course, but enough of a bond to invoke the OneMind—the unity all triumvirates strive to achieve.”

  Becca felt another surge of panic. “What—you mean like a partial bond? Isn’t that supposed to be bad?” she asked, trying frantically to remember what Kat has said about it.

  “And how is it even possible for us to feel emotions like this?” Truth demanded. “It is not like we actually did…what we just did. We…we were in the Mindscape.”

  “Exactly!” Becca grasped the idea eagerly. “The Mindscape. So we didn’t really do anything to form any kind of a bond because we’re still just floating in the slime tanks. None of this counts.”

  “Oh, it counts, my dear,” Vashtar said gravely. “And the bond you have formed is very real. It is the Mindscape which holds no basis in reality.”

  “What? What do you mean?” Truth demanded.

  “He means that he’s been manipulating us from the start,” Far said, his voice quiet and deadly. He glared at Vashtar. “Isn’t that right?”

  “I’m afraid so, my dear Far.” The alien’s third eye blinked slowly. “I’ve been controlling your thoughts for hours—your thoughts but not your actions. Those you are entirely responsible for yourselves.”

  “Mother of God,” Becca whispered as his words began to sink in. “You mean to say that our physical bodies are not in tanks filled with nutrient
slime somewhere down on the surface of Orthanx?”

  “Of course not!” Vashtar laughed as though it was an excellent joke. “Your bodies are where they have always been—here, aboard your ship.”

  Suddenly the gray mist around them cleared, showing the main sleeping cabin aboard the shuttle craft. Becca had only explored it briefly when she first came aboard but she recognized the large bed, made for Twin Kindred, which was covered in a blue blanket they were currently sitting on, as well as the blank silver walls of the cabin. Then her eyes fell on the half empty bottle of bonding fruit juice beside the large bed and she had to bite back a gasp.

  “We’ve been here the whole time?” she asked, her voice cracking on the last word. “But…but how…?”

  “The power surge we experienced when we first made orbit around Orthanx,” Truth said.

  “Exactly.” Vashtar nodded. “Very good, Truth. That was when I took control and began manipulating your perceptions. You never actually came down to the surface of the planet or entered the underground holding center or climbed into the slime tanks to enter the Mindscape at all. I simply gave you the illusion that you did. In reality, you have been here, aboard your ship, this entire time.”

  “We’ve been here.” Becca ran a hand distractedly through her hair. “And that means we actually did…did this.” She gestured to the way she was still entwined with both Truth and Far.

  Vashtar nodded. “Yes, my dear. You did.”

  Becca shook her head. “No—that can’t be. No.”

  Suddenly the strain was too much. Becca stood quickly, freeing herself from both men. It was surprisingly easy as both of them had gone soft shortly after realizing they could all somehow feel each other's emotions. Becca supposed she had an explanation for that now—not that she cared. She was too focused on getting the hell out of here.

  Fleeing the scene of the crime, are you, Becca? whispered a mean little voice in her head. Doesn’t matter how far you run—you still can’t get away with what you did.

  But even knowing that, Becca still couldn’t help running. She jumped off the bed, trying to cover herself with both hands, and stumbled out of the room.

  What have we done? she asked herself as she ran blindly to the other small sleeping cabin and shut herself in. Mother of God, what have we done?

  Chapter Thirty-three

  “Becca?” The knocking on the door was getting louder and more insistent. “Becca? Could you please come out?” Far called.

  “We are worried about you, Rebecca,” she heard Truth say, his deep voice muffled by the sliding metal panel. “We need to talk about this—all of us.”

  “Who does ‘all’ mean exactly?” Becca demanded. “Just the three of us or are we including that creepy, lying, three-eyed alien too?” Her emotions had run the gamut from disbelief to guilt to fear and now to anger. They had been manipulated, damn it! Becca was sure she would never have gone so far if she had known what they were doing was real. She would never have let Far and Truth…

  Images of the three of them locked together, the low murmur of her men’s voices and the warm touch of their hands on her skin suddenly invaded her mind. Becca tried to push the memories away but it was hard. Her first (and only, she promised herself) foray into kinky ménage a trois sex territory seemed to be all she could think about.

  “Vashtar has agreed to stay in the other part of the ship until you’re ready to see him,” Far said, breaking into her guilty fantasies. “He realizes that you might be angry at him—”

  “Angry? Angry?” Becca pulled the big blue robe she’d found in the storage unit of the small cabin close around her and slid open the door. “Angry doesn’t begin to cover it. I’m…I’m…”

  “Enraged,” Truth finished for her dryly. “Yes, we can tell. Far and I can both feel your emotions, remember?”

  “Yes, I remember, just like I can feel yours.” Becca frowned. “And I was going to say ‘pissed off’ or ‘mad enough to spit nails.’”

  The dark twin looked mystified. “Why would being angry enable you to expectorate building materials?”

  “It’s just an expression.” Becca waved a hand in the air. “It means…well, it means enraged. So I guess that works.” She looked at Truth more closely. “Speaking of emotions, why aren’t I feeling any anger from you?”

  It was strange—she would have expected the dark twin to be even angrier than she was at the way they had all been duped and manipulated—not to mention the fact that he had been tricked into breaking nearly every taboo he’d ever been raised with. But instead of fury, she felt only a low hum of contentment coming from him.

  “Truth and I have come to an understanding,” Far said. Becca focused on the light twin and found that the same feeling of contentment—of rightness—was also coming from him.

  “What kind of understanding?” she demanded. “What’s going on with you two?”

  Truth shrugged. “We are together. And it is good.”

  “Huh?” Becca shook her head. “Run that by me again? What exactly does ‘together’ mean?”

  “It means our bond—the one the Goddess wanted us to form—has finally formed,” Far said. “Always before when we were near each other, there was a feeling of being disjointed—of being…” He shook his head. “I can’t even think how to put it.”

  “As though we were two gears in the same machine that were supposed to mesh but didn’t quite fit together?” Truth suggested.

  “Yes—like that!” Far smiled at his twin. “We were grinding against each other, jamming the mechanism instead of meshing smoothly.”

  “Okay, I think I get it.” Becca felt her cheeks getting hot. All this talk of grinding and jamming and meshing made her remember what the three of them had done together all over again.

  “It was irritating. Frustrating—especially for me, because I knew we should fit together and we didn’t,” Far said.

  “While I was irritated because I felt my brother’s presence as something out of place that couldn’t be put right.” Truth looked at her seriously. “But you put it right, Rebecca. We think it was sharing you in such an intimate way that finally healed our bond. For which we thank you.”

  “Oh, I…uh…” Becca didn’t know what to say. “You’re, uh, welcome I guess.”

  “I have never felt such a sense of rightness. Of wholeness,” Truth continued. “It is as though Far is what I’ve been missing my entire life without knowing it.”

  “The Twin bond is too strong to deny,” Far said quietly. “I had a hole in my heart cut exactly to your shape as well, Brother.” He held out an arm to Truth. “That emptiness is filled now.”

  Truth looked at his brother’s offered arm but instead of clasping it in a warrior’s shake, he shook his head.

  Far frowned. “You will not clasp with me? I thought that we were done avoiding each other’s touch.”

  “We are.” Truth cleared his throat and his cheeks went dull red. “Apologies, I do not know exactly how to say this but I want to…to hug you.”

  Far’s eyes widened and he reached for his twin.

  “Of course I will hug you, Brother,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Gladly.” He pulled Truth into a warm embrace and the dark twin hugged back in a way that was both clumsy and eager.

  Despite her confusion at the complete about face Truth had apparently done, Becca couldn’t help the lump that rose in her throat as she watched the brothers together. Both of them had lived such lonely, isolated lives, growing up in loveless homes where they were outsiders—unwanted. Now they had both found their other half—the part that made them whole. It was beautiful to watch, so beautiful it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

  This is what I wanted—what I swore to do, she found herself thinking. To bring them together, no matter what it took. Maybe…maybe what we did wasn’t so bad after all. At least it finally healed their Twin bond.

  She felt the overwhelming guilt that had caused her to flee the “scene of the crime”
easing, just a little. And with it, some of her anger left too. After all, how could she stay mad when her two guys were hugging it out right in front of her?

  “Becca?” she looked up and realized that Far was beckoning to her. “Will you join us?”

  “Yes, Rebecca.” Truth held out an arm as well. “You brought us together. You belong between us.”

  “I…um…” Becca hesitated, not because she didn’t want to join their embrace but because she was afraid to.

  She wasn’t quite as upset as she had been over their sexual encounter but that didn’t mean she thought they should repeat it either. Looking at their open arms, she couldn't help thinking of what had happened the last time she was between them. And though the many orgasms she’d had ought to have made her immune to lust, at least for a little while, she found that the exact opposite was true.

  Just looking at the two muscular bodies of her men, seeing the caring shining in their eyes and feeling the love and longing coming from each of them directed at her was making her want them. Not to mention the fact that they were making that delicious, tempting scent again—the one they always made when they were in close proximity to each other.

  Mother of God, how she wanted to join them! To let herself melt into the warm comfort of their arms and feel how much they loved her. But common sense held her back. She could practically feel the sexual electricity jumping off of them and she wasn’t looking to get electrocuted.

  Electrocuted? Don’t you mean impaled? whispered a judgmental little voice in her head. Either way, you know it isn’t right. You’ll be punished for this, Becca. Just wait and see.

  “Becca?” Far asked again.

  “I’d…better not.” She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to keep from reaching for him and Truth. “I can’t…I don’t think I can trust myself right now,” she admitted in a low voice.

  Truth frowned. “She fears our closeness—I can feel it. Why?”

  “Because she fears her own desires.”

  The voice, which was right beside her, made Becca jump.

  “Oh!” Putting a hand to her pounding heart, she turned to see Vashtar standing there.