Alien Barbarians' Mate

by Zara Starr

  Certainly, some aspects of the competition resided in the female finding each male favorable for what he did for her. Sexual release was meant to be achieved within the triad for the first initiation and Arh had gone against that, but what could I do or say?

  Mikaela was not Eilahasan by natural law and so she was not subject to all of our cultural norms. And, after she had nearly been killed before my eyes I didn’t want to do anything to upset her.

  I just wanted to see her safe, even if I never got to touch her, taste her, or know her in any of the ways Arh’s disrespectful ass had.

  Mikaela

  They only briefly stopped with me at Veruka’s home cave, and already I knew the reason why—they were taking me to the council.

  I sighed, slipping to sit on the ground as Dey approached me. What would happen now?

  I mean, I had to admit that after what Arh and I had shared I had started considering what each of them had done for me.

  As Dey stepped forward and stooped down to look me over, I understood that he was one of those guys that Earthlings would say was in touch with his feminine side.

  I smiled as he pulled something from his satchel and wiped at an open scrape that ran across my arm. His eyes flickered upward to meet with mine and as they steadied I swore I could see concern and love reflecting from the core of Dey’s soul.

  Instantly, I felt my heart become putty—pliant and melty, all from Dey’s tender loving care.

  He pulled something else from his satchel—what I was certain was some sort of ointment or salve—and began rubbing it across the wound, his eyes darting back down to his work as his hands gently fixed my problem.

  It was this sort of attitude that had always been surprising to me. Dey was completely unlike the other two—but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

  In any other situation, I would have found him to be the perfect kind of caring boyfriend—who spent every second doting upon me.

  And Dey did that with the brightest and happiest grin I think I had ever seen.

  Arh

  We made our way back into my mother’s cave meadow and she and Dey came bumbling out the door quickly—their eyes full of surprise.

  I watched as Dey began working on Mikaela’s injuries, but he seemed quieter than usual until finally, he parted his mouth—glancing up to look directly at me as he spoke.

  “The council has demanded that you return to them for her to make her selections tonight. They said that if none of you showed up they would be forced to banish you all,” Dey said to us both as we peered on his handiwork.

  I groaned, this was the last thing I wanted to hear but as I watched Dey help Mikaela and saw how relaxed her face appeared, I realized I had been too stubborn and critical for my own good.

  Mikaela needed that kind of care and it was something I recognized I wasn’t as talented or skilled at.

  Perhaps, I was entirely wrong to do what I did with her in the forest, but I understood now that I could no longer allow my own selfish wants to rule my world.

  Instead, I needed to share the female I loved—to make her happy, however possible.

  But first, I had important tribal matters to attend.

  I sighed and knelt down as I reached for Mikaela’s hand, squeezing it gently as my fingers grasped it.

  “Then let us go,” I said, my eyes flickering toward Scar, as I glanced in his direction.

  He lowered slightly and reached out to grab Mikaela’s opposite hand and we both pulled her up to a standing position.

  The footpath that led to the council’s cavern was just ahead, and I was certain that decisions I might not appreciate might be made, but that no longer mattered.

  I had finally learned the value of loving another. It meant making sacrifices we may not like—but if it meant a better life for Mikaela, I owed her that.

  Dey

  As soon as I saw Mikaela, I knew I needed to tend to her wounds, but I also had the unsavory obligation of delivering news to both Arh and Scar that I knew neither of them wanted to hear.

  Part of me didn’t even want to accept it because I feared how Mikaela would react. By now, I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that my heart had skipped beats upon seeing her arrive—alive and mostly unscathed.

  Knowing that a dragon had been on her trail had been the most frightening thing I had experienced in a long time. I truly felt my body begin to feel normal again by just being near her as I applied salve to her various cuts and lacerations.

  Touching her like this, I could almost sense that there was something different about her. Like the life-altering experience she had already endured wasn’t enough. Now she had to deal with the trauma that came from crossing paths with the dreaded sliva dragon.

  I pursed my lips as I listened to Scar and Arh speaking behind me, and smiled up at Mikaela—hoping my expression was steadfast and didn’t give away the worries I had about her next adventure.

  I stood up suddenly and lowered my hand to offer it to her. She took it and I helped pull her to stand.

  Surprisingly, Mikaela pulled me in closer and wrapped her arms around me, leaning her head against my shoulder as she inhaled deeply.

  I understood what she was telling me, even without her usage of words—she was grateful for my help and just as happy to see me as I was her.

  This knowledge brought a bit of relief to my heart because it meant that maybe, just maybe, she would partake in the triad selection.

  And if she did, she might just choose me as one of her mates. I could only pray and hope it so, but the moment of truth had finally arrived.

  It was time to lead Mikaela to the council to make her decision—whatever it may be.

  Mikaela

  They didn’t have to tell me much for me to figure it out and when we finally arrived at the cavern, it came as no surprise. I pursed my lips as I watched the parting rows of the populace as we made our way through them and into the cavern of the elders.

  I listened closely as they began speaking to us and Ella stepped forward.

  Arh and Scar each released my hand as they moved to stand in a line with several other Eilahasan males. Males that I had never before seen during my time in the tribe.

  What stunned me, was how big their tribe actually was and I suddenly thought it would have been impossible for me to choose any of them. I never would have had enough time to get to know them. Which meant my selections wouldn’t be that hard for me.

  I already knew who I had spent the most time with, and I already knew who had begun to pluck at my heartstrings. It only made sense to go with what I knew; not take changes on something I didn’t know hide nor hair about.

  “It is time for you to make your selections, Mikaela,” Ella said, and I knew she had been chosen for this role because the council wanted to ensure that I had no excuses.

  Naturally, this upset me, but reflecting on the last twenty-four hours, I knew that I needed to be wise about this and not endanger either myself or Tremor any further.

  Plus, I had already begun to develop more serious emotions for the three men I’d spent the majority of my time with.

  If I was going to be forced to do this, I could at least make it favorable to my own liking. At least, that’s how I saw it.

  “Time for me to make my selections? You mean, pick three men to screw constantly in order to keep myself safe around here—right? What, am I expected to show up pregnant like you too?” I asked her, still feeling a bit of rebellion flickering through my veins.

  It was taking everything in me not to start yelling in the elders’ faces about their oppressive attitudes and how that was the worst possible way to govern any people. Somehow, I managed to keep myself in check enough not to do that.

  Ella groaned and shook her head.

  “Mikaela, you don’t have to be hateful. I’ve done nothing but tried to be nice to you. I want the best for you, believe me, I do; but this is the way life is here and you need to make some choices based on what it
means to survive. By now, you should understand. After everything you’ve been through—I mean, you know what kind of monsters exist out there. Don’t you understand where I am coming from? I got your best interests at heart,” Ella said.

  I pursed my lips and nodded.

  “Yeah, and now I guess that means I’m going to have to just give in—doesn’t it? They bank on that, don’t they? Kind of makes you wish there were more women on their council,” I said.

  “Yes, you’re right—women do have fewer rights but they are also treated unlike women on Earth are treated. We are queens here, provided for, loved, and cherished. Is that really so bad?” Ella asked.

  I shook my head.

  “No, it’s not, but there’s definitely room for improvement,” I said, as I stepped forward. “Alright, so you’re going to make me choose and I know why that is necessary—but that doesn’t mean I have to abide by every freaking stupidly imposed rule here—and I won’t,” I insisted.

  I lifted my hand as my eyes flashed over the crowd of males. None of the rest of them had even spoken to me—or even attempted to, so why in the hell would I choose them?

  I scoffed at the irony of it all. This was the one place a woman did have the most rights; options, choices—it was all her decision who she had to shack up with night after night—forever!

  As my fingers ran over the crowd I pointed to Dey first and nodded as I muttered his name, “Dey!”

  Dey stepped forward and took his place, bowing before me and then kissing my fingertips as he turned around to stand behind me. The start of what I knew would be my line.

  To think that by the end of the night I would be involved in a hot orgy with the three of them. A thrill rushed through my body.

  Oh, the wondrous possibilities, I thought with a wicked chuckle.

  I thought about how Dey might look completely unclothed—his bright purple muscles beneath my tracing fingertips.

  Before this, I had never imagined what sleeping with any of them would be like, but after what Arh and I had shared I couldn’t help but wonder… how Dey’s sweet cock might taste as I trailed my tongue across it.

  Would he writhe in pleasure like Arh had? Would he take a dominant role that he usually never took?

  I had so many delicious ideas coursing through my mind that I wasn’t sure which ones would remain my own sweet fantasy or which would become my own heavenly slice of reality.

  I had never really given myself much opportunity to explore my darkest fantasies, which—even as much as I tried to deny it—existed somewhere in the back of my mind.

  What would it be like to have Arh’s dick deep in my throat while Dey’s tender and sweet body drove deep inside of my core?

  And, Scar—somehow, I suspected that having him double penetrate me with Dey as I sucked on Arh’s cock would bring me more than my share of orgasms. And now it seemed like it was perfectly acceptable.

  I ran my hand back over the crowd and pointed out Arh as I nodded toward him.

  “Arh,” I said with a smile and watched as he moved from the row of males—lowering to his knees and bowing as he also kissed the tips of my fingertips.

  I felt a singe of rosiness fill my cheeks instantly as my eyes met with his and he slowly rose up to his feet. There was a shimmeriness to his eyes that was both beautiful and seductive and I bit into my lip as he came to walk around and stand behind Dey and myself.

  I knew I one more selection to make, and it didn’t make any sense not to choose the only other person who had put his actual ass on the line when it came to my wellbeing and welfare.

  A pang of disappointment and sadness overtook me just thinking about it, and that was when I realized there was more to this than mere survival. I honestly owed each of them a debt of gratitude for saving my life, on more than one occasion. But it wasn’t just that either.

  The time I had spent with each of them had definitely softened my heart. All things considered, I wasn’t a completely hateful person and had built up this strong exterior because I didn’t want to hurt or lose people.

  The straight-up truth was that I had come to care for all three of them—deeper than I thought I would.

  My hand slid over the row of males again and the crowd oohed and ahhed as I moved it from right to left—finally settling it upon Scar as I opened my mouth to speak.

  “Scar!” I hollered loud and proud—like a rebellious yell of celebration for the male I knew the other women of his own kind would have overlooked—all because of a slight marring that didn’t at all detract from who he really was or the tender and beautiful heart that existed within his body.

  But I recognized it, and I wanted that heart for my own—all to myself. Each of my three males would only be mine—while they each had to share me.

  Scar slipped from the crowd and came toward me, kneeling down as he smiled and graced his lips over my fingertips. He then arose and made his way around me to stand in my line. Sudden applause filled the cavern and I began to lead my men out in the line—making my way toward the dark forest.

  Since none of us had our own meadow yet, I knew our tryst would be wherever I led them—but I dare not go too far from the beaten path, having learned my lesson well.

  The men strode out behind me and I turned to look toward the three, lifting my hands as I began to free my breasts of the robe dress I had been given.

  I allowed it to gently drift from my body—shimmying my hips slightly from side to side. If tonight was to be my night with them alone and in so many positions, I was going to make it go at my own genteel pace.

  There would be time for upping the ante later—as I had come to accept that there was no escaping Eilahas—no way that I would find quickly anyway.

  I slipped my hands up to cup at my breasts, allowing the nipples to slip between the cracks of my fingers as I slid my hands further up my neck until the tips of my fingers graced my hair and I lifted it from my shoulders as I continued to shimmy my hips.

  From the looks in their eyes, each of the men was stunned and already beginning to stir with lust. It was clear in the salivating glint of each of their smiles and the dark flicker of their intense stares. All eyes were on me—completely glued as if nothing else mattered but the sway of my body and my invitingly ample curves.

  I had never felt more beautiful as the moon danced across my skin, the scent of soft flowers floating on the night air—it was all intoxicating, almost as if it was something out of a movie.

  It was purely romantic and magical. To think that I had ever thought it sinful or wrong almost made me feel embarrassed and humiliated now.

  I lifted my hand and waved for each of them to step forward, now ready for them to touch me at their leisure, for them to carry me forward into the throes of passion with no other tether but the three of them—completely at their mercy.

  I wanted it more than words could even say, and somehow each of my three lovers seemed to instantly comprehend what it was I desired most.

  Scar stepped forward to claim my lips with his possessive mouth and he kissed me deeply. Dey strode forward and dropped to his knees as he slid my leg up to rest upon his shoulder and leaned in to press his lips to my glinting vertical ones.

  I was already dripping with need and his tongue found the source of my fountain in moments—lapping over me eagerly as Arh pressed his chest into my spine—his hands floating upward to cup my breasts tenderly as his lips found their place at the nape of my neck.

  I was in pure ecstasy—and this was meant to be mine, now and forever.

  Dey

  When Mikaela made her selections, I was incredibly surprised when she chose me. I had never imagined that I would be loved by a female but as she led us out to the place we were all to first make love as a triad, I felt my heart fluttering lightly within my chest.

  She paused in the middle of the forest, the center of a large clearing that seemed like it had been carved out of the thicket—just for what the four of us were about to do.

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p; Nervous, I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes—preparing for whatever this incredible female was about to bestow upon us. My eyes fluttered open and I peered back at Mikaela, her hips starting to rock in a strange side to side swaying motion.

  I groaned as my eyes scanned her body and pursed my lips anxiously. Already, I could feel a stirring in my groin—my eyes flew down to my knob and I groaned as I saw it already standing on the tip, clearly visible through my trousers.

  Normally, this would have been humiliating to me but the expression on Mikaela’s face as her eyes fluttered down to my manhood was that of sheer wanton need—I knew instantly that she wanted to touch me as much as I wanted to her.

  I drew in my lip, feeling a sudden sense of courage overtaking me. I tilted my head and walked toward her, my pace steady, my path direct—nothing was going to keep me from feeling her and I was determined to make this an experience that showed my strengths both as a mate and a lover—even if I had no experience.

  The natural hunger that drove me forward seemed to be so in tune with her swaying body that it seemed almost instinctual to me. As if some age-old knowledge had been passed down through my ancestors and I was bound to make them proud.

  As I came closer to her my eyes met with hers and I slid my hand up into her hair, my fingers intertwining with her silky-smooth locks as I tilted her head.

  I lowered my lips to meet with hers—the first time for me, though from the way her mouth parted to accept my dueling tongue, it certainly wasn’t for her.

  But that didn’t matter to me, what mattered was the moment and the intoxicating emotion that filled my veins as soon as my mouth was upon hers.

  I slid my free hand down, my palm coming to rest upon her hip as I began to gyrate my pelvis against hers—to the same swaying beat her hips had started to follow—moving to whatever had led her to move in such a provocative motion.