by Eva Brandt
The door of the shower room slid closed and I forced myself to not think about the fact that I was naked in an enclosed space with a dozen nude, aroused men. I didn’t think I’d ever been in a more awkward situation in my life. The opinions of the Harpy tamers didn’t matter that much, but with the other members of my unit, it was different.
By necessity, they stood very close to me, and even if I was doing my best to ignore their nakedness, the heat they emanated flowed over me like a physical caress. My nipples pebbled in response and my knees started shaking. Fire pooled in my belly and I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress a moan.
This was stupid. How could I possibly find anything about this sexy, when so many strangers were staring at me like I was their own personal slut? They considered me a hole to fuck, a piece of meat and not of person.
But Brendan, Knox, August, and Pollux weren’t like that. They might still have their reservations about my place in their unit, but they were doing their best to include me anyway.
It had been easier to listen to Sphinx’s advice and keep my distance from them before they’d decided to be so helpful.
Before I could completely embarrass myself, a beep reminded me why I was here in the first place. “Water flow beginning in five seconds. Three minutes duration. Begin bathing in four, three, two, one…”
The warning of the robotic voice snapped me out of my trance. Three minutes was not a lot of time to wash my whole body. Maybe for the others, it was simpler, but I had my hair to worry about, and it tended to be stubborn when not properly cleaned.
The necessity of speed distracted me from my previous concerns. The water fell with breaks, presumably to give us time to soap up our bodies. I wasn’t prepared for it, so I had to quickly adjust to keep myself from ending my famous shower with soap in my hair.
By the time it was all over, I felt breathless and even more tired than before. “Water flow ending,” the robotic voice announced. “Drying cycle beginning in ten seconds.”
The drying cycle involved a form of steam shower. This time, there was nothing for me to do but stand there and wait. My previous problem returned with a vengeance.
Behind me, I heard someone—likely a Harpy tamer—begin to masturbate. The male grunt and the sound of slick flesh sliding against flesh were a dead giveaway. My head started to spin as conflicting emotions assaulted me.
It was strange to think that someone I didn’t know was masturbating because he found me sexually appealing. I would’ve normally been mortified, maybe even disgusted, because in every other way, they found me worthless. But somehow, because my fellow Chimera Warriors were by my side, it was different.
It made me feel powerful, like I could take what I wanted and not think about the consequences. These men had sex all the time. Why shouldn’t I fulfill my own needs?
Women were sexual creatures too, right? After I’d spent the whole morning flying a chimera, it was a little difficult for my companions to mistake me for anything except a fellow tamer. So why should I not pursue this desire I felt bubbling inside me?
There was no real reason—except for the fact that I had no idea how. Then again, I hadn’t known how to fly a chimera either, so maybe they could teach me, the same way Sphinx had guided me through our lessons.
As if they’d heard my words, Knox and Brendan reached for me. The steam was thick enough that we were barely visible, but when Brendan pulled me against his chest, I went willingly. His body felt a little cool, or at least cooler than the temperature in the bath. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry about this. Tell us to stop.”
I should’ve complied, if only because the Harpy tamers were still there. But at one point during the past half an hour, I’d thrown reason out the window. “I don’t want you to stop,” I replied instead. “Touch me.”
If Knox felt smug that I’d just confirmed his words from the shuttle, he didn’t show it. He pressed his body against mine from behind, his erection insistently nudging me, larger than I’d realized. “How could we ignore a plea from a lady?” he asked.
His clever fingers traveled over my body, making sensation explode through my oversensitized nerve endings. When he cupped my breast and pinched my nipple, I let out a low, choked moan. Brendan crushed his mouth to mine, suppressing the sound and at the same time, taking complete possession of me, branding me with his lips, with his icy heat.
While Knox massaged my breast, Brendan reached down, zeroing in on my pussy. The moment he first made contact with my labia, a jolt of unexpected pleasure coursed through me. The simple touch of his fingertips emitted an energy that reached straight into my core. Every single fiber over my being throbbed with the need for him, with the desire to be filled.
He didn’t fulfill that wish, intent on driving me insane with frustrated lust and desire. Two of his fingers slid into my wet pussy, while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. It should’ve felt startling or uncomfortable, but my flesh easily parted for him, welcoming his touch. At the same time, he deepened our kiss, devouring me whole, stealing the air from my lungs.
For a few seconds, I thought I was going to die like this, suffocating under the onslaught of his passion. It would’ve been strangely suitable and I wouldn’t have minded. But he wasn’t done with me yet, and he broke the kiss, giving me enough time to draw breath. I almost wished he hadn’t, because as soon as I regained the use of my vocal cords, I uttered a keening cry. “Brendan, please…”
Knox’s hold on me tightened. Brendan hissed, the sound holding a desperate desire that echoed the one inside me. “I want you. But not here. Not like this.”
I couldn’t understand his logic. Here and now seemed the perfect location and moment. I wanted to point that out, but then, Brendan thrust his fingers deeper inside me and did something with his wrist, and my ability to speak vanished.
Never in my life had I thought the human body could experience such pleasure. Sure, I’d touched myself on a regular basis. But while I’d enjoyed it, it hadn’t felt as explosive and mind-altering as this. A renewed surge of want and energy delved into me. Maybe it was tachyon manipulation, or maybe it was simply my need for Brendan, for them all. Either way, I couldn’t hope to control it, contain it, or fight it off. With another cry, I arched against Knox and came.
My body convulsed through wave after wave of ecstasy, so intense it almost hurt. My power—the gift I’d received from Tartarus—responded to everything Brendan and Knox were doing, feeding the flame they’d started. Once again, the wild energy swamped me, but this time, it wasn’t suffocating or painful, just exhilarating and intense.
I didn’t know how long it lasted. Maybe it was a minute, or maybe it was an age. But when I came to, I found myself leaning against the wall of the bath, with Brendan and Knox still holding me upright. “You okay there, beautiful?” Knox asked me.
“Err… Fine,” I replied automatically. I’d never been better in my life, but I couldn’t say that, since I didn’t know how to explain it.
Before I could even make the attempt, I caught a better glimpse of Brendan and Knox and realized in a mix of dismay and awe that they were still erect. I’d been so busy enjoying myself I’d completely forgotten about them. Stricken, I opened my mouth to ask them how to solve this. Uncertainty and arousal warred inside me as I was reminded that I had absolutely no experience in this.
To make matters even more complicated, August and Pollux walked up to me, their eyes glinting crimson. “You know, it’s rude not to share,” August said. He and Pollux hadn’t done anything to intervene in the exchange between me, Brendan and Knox, but it looked like they’d finally lost their patience. I had no desire to deny them.
The steam was clearing and I was dirtier than I’d been before I’d come in the shower. Brendan and Knox had done their best to hold back, but their precum was still all over me, mingling with my juices. I couldn’t bring myself to care. But if we were going to take this further, we needed to return to our room. I had
no idea how to accomplish that in my condition.
Brendan smiled at me and for the first time, I could’ve sworn the expression held a softer, warmer edge. “Come on. Let’s go back to the dorms. We have a promise to keep.”
By some kind of miracle, I managed to make my voice work. “I’d like that. As long as we can get to our room without running into anyone, at least. I don’t think I look very presentable right now.”
“Don’t worry,” Pollux replied cheekily. “Chimera Academy encourages fraternization. Nobody will mind. If anything, they’ll be jealous we’re sleeping with the prettiest woman in Tartarus.”
I doubted that, but I didn’t want to ruin this experience with pessimistic predictions. “Well, then, lead the way. I’m at your disposal.”
Many years later, I’d look back at this moment and wonder how I could’ve said something so foolish to people I didn’t know. But at that moment, I was a young woman with simple dreams and simple wishes, and I believed my companions could make those wishes come true.
* * *
Knox
I didn’t remember how we got from the baths to the room we shared. Every movement I made since the moment I stopped touching Selene was on automatic pilot. Muscle memory and habit took over when my conscious brain couldn’t process complex actions.
My head was spinning, my thoughts clouded by a thick, crimson mist. I felt like I was swimming through molasses, but for once, I had no desire to fight the current. I knew where this was headed and I realized the dangers this path held. But right now, that didn’t matter to me.
I might have told Brendan that I could handle this, that I could handle her, but I wasn’t as convinced of it as I’d tried to appear. I’d barely gotten the chance to touch her earlier, and yet, I was already like an addict craving his next fix. If I didn’t sink my cock into her within the next couple of minutes, I’d make this whole asteroid explode. That alone should’ve alarmed me and made me keep my distance from her. But nothing would stop me from claiming what was mine, from fucking her and giving her what she so desperately wanted.
She’d been made for it. Her breasts fit so perfectly in the palms of my hand, and I found myself wondering how she’d managed to hide them without holographic technology. Earlier, she’d asked those idiots from the Harpy Squad why they were leering at her. But as much as I hated to admit it, I could understand their reaction. She was far more beautiful that any woman I’d met before. Her luscious curves, her wild curls, her fiery eyes, even her temper and determination—everything about her drew me in like a moth to the flame. I’d never been afraid of fire and this time, I wouldn’t mind getting burnt.
Truth be told, a part of me expected Selene to back out once we were at the dorms. She’d put her clothes on for the trip here and she’d had enough time to think about what she was doing, to realize she was making a mistake.
Once again, Selene proved me wrong. The moment we were behind closed doors, she started to remove her second uniform. When the four of us made no move to mimic her, she froze. The uniform was already half off, exposing her flawless skin and full breasts. The haze around my thoughts deepened. “Was I supposed to do something else?” she asked. “Is there a method to this?”
A method. I supposed there was. Most women I’d been with liked to strip seductively, to gradually unravel the package and tease me with what they had to offer. I liked that well enough, since I’d always been a fan of delayed gratification. But the game itself had started to bore me, and it was refreshing to see something different, to see a woman who was so open about what she wanted.
I stared into her eyes and my heart skipped a beat. Honesty could be far more dangerous than deception and her lack of guile was just as addictive as her passionate nature. Turn her away, a voice roared at the back of my mind. My battle-tested self-preservation instincts insisted that I keep my distance from this sinfully beautiful woman.
“No,” I said out loud, both to the voice and to Selene. “This is fine. This is just right.”
Selene frowned, as if she could tell there was more to my reply than a simple reassurance. Maybe she had. She was very perceptive and I had a feeling she’d sensed a lot of what was wrong with me. She didn’t move again, instead waiting for us to take the next step.
I did exactly that. In a flash, I stalked to her side and grabbed her, draping her over my shoulder. I dumped her on my bed, the largest one in the room by necessity. Taken by surprise, she yelped, but didn’t protest.
It was just as well, because I didn’t think I could’ve stopped myself if she had changed her mind. I reached for her uniform and tugged. It would’ve been easy to finish taking it off the normal way, but I didn’t have the patience for that. The resistant material tore, and within seconds, I’d discarded it to the floor. Her boots protested and were out of my reach, but August came up from behind me and helped. Her underwear was next, and before long, we had Selene completely naked on the bed.
Back at the lockers, I’d tried very hard to not look at her. In the showers, the steam and water had blocked my view. I had no such issues now. Tartarus help me, she was beautiful. Her face flamed and her body tensed, her arms trembling as if she was struggling against the desire to cover herself.
There was no more hiding, not for her and not for me. We’d well and truly trapped one another. I was lost in her and I didn’t want to ever be found.
My cock strained against the material of my uniform, begging to be let out, to join the fun. Now that I actually had Selene at my disposal, I was reluctant to jump into anything.
Instead, I parted her legs and took a few moments to rub my fingers over her swollen pussy lips. She moaned when I touched her, and the want that exploded through me was as visceral and powerful as the energies of Tartarus.
My father had once told me that all women looked the same with their legs spread. The only thing that mattered was getting inside their cunts. Beyond that, the details were irrelevant. Tall or short, thin or fat, blondes or brunettes, virgins or whores—none of that mattered. Women were living fuck holes.
I’d always known that wasn’t true, but maybe on some level, I’d started to believe it. All those women I’d fucked in the past were interchangeable blurs, and the only memories I’d kept was that of the pleasure they’d given me, the way their bodies tightened around my dick when they came.
It was different with Selene. There was something pure about her, and it had nothing to do with her virginity.
I wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure again. I wanted to hear her say my name, like she’d said Brendan’s earlier. I wanted her to be mine.
Suddenly ravenous, I buried my face between her legs and thrust my tongue deep inside her. Selene arched against the bed and screeched, the sound almost as high-pitched as a Harpy’s cry. “Knox! Ah!”
Encouraged, I sucked greedily on her clit and was rewarded for my efforts when she started to flail. Her motions were violent and uncoordinated, lacking the languorous sensuality or the occasional shyness I was used to from my past lovers. Tachyons emanated from her every pore, drifting into my skin, making the fire that burned through my veins even more intense.
I clutched her legs tightly, knowing I’d leave bruises but not caring. She didn’t seem to mind. She tried to fuck my face, and since I was pinning her down, she reached for my hair and forced me to go deeper, grinding against my mouth. She would’ve never had any luck if I’d been inclined to resist her, but I was about as likely to deny her as I was to commit suicide.
She was a ball of ferocious desire and determination, as dangerous in bed as she was out of it. I loved it—and I knew it would be too easy to start loving her.
I furiously pushed the thought aside, knowing that way lay madness. Brendan had warned me I couldn’t let myself surrender to my instincts. This was enough. It would have to be enough. I’d make her mine today and tomorrow… Tomorrow…
I wouldn’t think about it, about the duty I had to Brendan and to her. I’d allow myself to
enjoy this moment, the time Selene and I did have.
“Knox!” she cried out again. “Please, fuck me!”
I’d wanted to make her come with my mouth, but the final threads of my patience snapped under the strain of her passionate plea. I lifted my head, jerked off my uniform half-way and positioned my cock at her pussy. In one single thrust, I buried my dick inside her tight heat.
Her eyes widened and she went rigid. A single tear slid down her flushed cheek and I instantly stilled.
For a moment there, I’d completely forgotten about her lack of experience. I’d taken what I’d wanted with no regard to her comfort. I cursed myself for my idiocy. I might not have grand plans for a future by Selene’s side, but I still wanted to keep her safe, away from physical harm.
August, Pollux, and Brendan came to my rescue. “Give it a minute,” August whispered. “It’ll get better.”
Pollux lowered his mouth over her breast and took one of her nipples into his mouth. As he bit down lightly on one of the pebbled nubs, she moaned in renewed arousal. She’d enjoyed it when I’d touched them earlier, so her enthusiastic response didn’t surprise me. Her inner walls clenched around me, making it even more difficult for me to remain motionless inside her.
This was some kind of perverse punishment. It had to be. I was going to die out of sheer sexual frustration.
Brendan shot me an amused, knowing look. He was enjoying my suffering, the bastard. I blamed Typhon for cultivating my prince’s more sadistic side. Normally, Brendan tended to be calm and in control, but there were moments when that part of him shone through. It wasn’t as noticeable as my violent temper, but it was just as dangerous.
He pressed his hand to Selene’s belly and tachyons flared over her skin, entwining with the light she already emitted. I felt his power sinking into her, and it drifted into me as well, from my point of contact with Selene.