Delta Star

by Iris Sword

  “Soon, you will feel even greater pleasure. Our desire for you is already strong, Belima’ar. But the festivities will make our union feel even better.” Xa’baar said, nuzzling the crook of Victorio’s neck.

  “I’ll feel even better? Ha! If I feel any better than I just did, I just might die,” Victorio chuckled. His husbands didn’t find his joke funny. They frowned instead, touching and stroking and kissing Victorio’s sweaty body, showering him with affection.

  “You will not perish. Do not fear your prime! The pleasure outweighs any pain that may come...” Haltrax stated, kissing Victorio gently on the lips. Xa’baar seemed to agree, hugging Victorio from behind. Not in the mood to argue after feeling so good, Victorio allowed them to love on him, excited for what other pleasures awaited him at the Tri-Lunar Festival on Delnon.

  ✦ ✦ ✦

  Delnon

  Orbiting Deltrax, Sector VX19

  Annual Tri-Lunar Festival

  “What the fuck is this?” Victorio blunk slowly as Haltrax presented him with a ceremonial leash and collar. The black fabric was embedded with large, crystal clear precious gems and hand-stitched lilac-colored flowers. The leash was plain for the most part, through the hook looked to be the same material as the gems. Victorio was stunned into silence when Haltrax moved to strap the collar around his neck.

  “What the hell are you doing! I’m not your dog!” He shouted, fussing and fighting as his husbands tried to usher him off the ship.

  Haltrax stared at him, utterly baffled, “Of course not! Your are our goa’o, not a household pet. We cannot allow you to walk around the festival without presenting our claim on you.”

  “Gooaow? What’s that? Claim on who? Me! And, here I thought we were married.” Victorio rolled his eyes, glaring, his tone spiteful.

  “One Who Can Bear Fruit, beloved. I am your a’tuck, and I will not be treated with contempt. Nor will I, or have I ever, treated you with such contempt to deserve this kind of treatment.” Haltrax said without missing a beat, staying calm, cool, and collected in the face of Victorio’s temper tantrum.

  “Not this shit again! I know y’all want kids, but you don’t have to leash and collar me to get them.” Victorio slapped Xa’baar’s hand away who was trying to sooth him.

  “You don’t understand, Vic’tor. Haltrax is honoring you with this wonderful gift! Please do not shame him; it is...equivalent to millions of credits and professing unwavering devotion. It took a long time for a goa’uc like me to be blessed by his tribe. Yet, his seed-bearer has given Haltrax his blessing to bestow this gift onto you,” Xa’baar tried and failed to calm Victorio down. The fact that he spent so many credits on the ugly thing pissed Victorio off even more.

  “Like I said, I’m not a dog! And, how many genders do y’all have on Deltrax anyway?” Victorio couldn’t keep up with the amount of foreign words they’d thrown his way.

  “Recognized or documented?” Xa’baar asked innocently.

  Victorio sighed, slapping his cheeks with the palms of his hands, trying to make sense of what was going on, “I'm a man, a cyborg, but still a man. I’m already dressed up like a gotdamn circus act. I’m not walking around on hands and knees with a leash around my neck!”

  “Cyborg? It doesn’t translate. Nevertheless, I repeat that I will not be treated with contempt for honoring you with my gift,” Haltrax crossed his arms across his chest, and Victorio could tell he was getting defensive again.

  “Look, let's talk this out like adults, okay? We’re a unit, remember? I make the babies, and y’all bring home the bread. But, I distinctly remember y’all saying you would treat me no different than y’all treat each other. Now, I know you two’ve been fucking each others brains out because I haven’t been doing my duty as y’all’s husband. I get it, alright. And today, that’s all gonna change. You can fuck my brains out for all I care! But, I want to be shown some respect around here! I’m not letting y’all leash and collar my ass to a festival. That’s all I ask. Okay?” His husbands shot him matching blank stares as he came down from the high of his rant. Victorio was a little embarrassed that his accent was slipping out, but it was for the best. He was tired of walking around on eggshells around them, and he damn sure wasn’t going to let them walk all over him. After he ran away from Chu, Victorio promised himself he’d never let another person treat him like anything less than a man. Ba and Trax and him were meant to be a union, not a dictatorship of who had the most credits and biggest dick. It was time they started acting like it, especially Haltrax.

  And, Victorio added mentally, the sooner I stop lying to them, the better. Once I get pregnant, then I’ll let them in on my little secret. They want a kid, and I wanna stay free. It’s a perfect arrangement, as long as I don’t get too attached to the baby…

  “We...understand.” After what seemed like eons of silence, and creepy telepathic eye sparking, Haltrax relented. Victorio was amazed, expecting him to fight him to the bitter end. Though, their expressions made him regret getting so mad in the first place, resulting in a pyrrhic victory. They look disappointed again, the same look they had when they first met Victorio in the bay. Yet again, Victorio wasn’t quite sure why their disappointment hurt him so badly.

  “Haaaaah. Fine! Give me the damn thing,” Their faces lit up with joy as Victorio snatched the collar from Haltrax’s hand, and hooked it around his neck. It was surprisingly heavy, but wasn’t nearly as awful as he thought it would feel.

  “No!” Victorio shook his head as Haltrax tried to place the leash on, “I have my dignity.”

  “...You honor me.” Haltrax said, kissing his cheek. Xa’baar grinned at him like a fool, a matching collar around his neck attached to a leash connected to Haltrax’s belt holstering his phaser. Xa’baar didn’t seem to mind it one bit, and Victorio started to wonder if he was overreacting or if they were just crazy.

  “Whatever. Let's get going!” Victorio tried to smile, fingering the leash around his neck, a little worried about what giving in to them on something small might mean in the long run.

  ✦ ✦ ✦

  “Do you adore the festivities?” Xa’baar shouted over the beating of drums and the sweet sound of music emanating from tube-like instruments. Haltrax had lead them to the center of the festival grounds, and to Victorio’s great relief, he didn’t force Xa’baar onto his hands and knees. The Tri-Lunar Festival was taking place in an enclosed bubble, blocking out the vacuum of space and frigid temperatures on Delnon matching Deltrax. Inside, it was virtually paradise. All around Victorio, Deltraxans mingled. Some were completely naked, and others in robes like Victorio and his husbands. Some were in the throes of passion with upwards of six or more other Deltraxans, while other couples sat around and chatted. But every single person looked overjoyed to be attending. Victorio quickly realized why. It was hot, the antithesis of Deltrax, and rainbow colored pools of water dotted the lush landscape. Food and drink flowed freely in the tropical weather-controlled dome containing the festivities, as Xa’baar had put it.

  “Free love, good food, and even better music? I think I can get used to this, babe.” A goofy grin spread across Victorio’s face, hiccupping, his toes curling into the counterfeit grass beneath him. His husbands grinned back, the sweet-smelling alcohol they’d been drinking finally taking effect. The lounged near a pool, with Haltrax keeping a tight grip on Victorio’s thigh and Xa’baar’s leash. Victorio thought something else must have been slipped into his drink, watching as Xa’baar tilted a cup of brown liquid into Haltrax’s mouth. A hot sensation building in his gut took him by surprise; Victorio felt it for the first time inside of their shower pod back home, and then in the bedroom of Allegiance, and now it had returned. His cheeks flushed, nipples tingled, and his cock hardened all at once Victorio wondered if Delnon’s fake atmosphere held a natural aphrodisiac, because what he was feeling wasn’t normal for him in the least. Sure, he got horny often after being cooped up underground for weeks at a time on Tieqiú 9. But, the feeling he was feeling was
something brand new, and he still couldn’t handle it. It frightened Victorio, though he couldn’t put his finger on the reason why. It felt like something inside of him was changing.

  “Awwh, shit!” Victorio groaned, coming inside of his robe, bolting to his feet. He didn’t have time to be embarrassed as Haltrax and Xa’baar leaned over to suck on his cock and clean him off. They disrobed, then disrobed Victorio, Haltrax working his shaft as Xa’baar sucked on his balls. Xa’baar had warned him that the pleasure he would feel would be out of this world, and Haltrax had assured him it would outweigh any pain. But, Victorio wasn’t so sure as his body temperature spiked to feverish levels, panting like a madman as his husbands sucked and licked him dry.

  “Did y’all give me an aphrodisiac?” Victorio sobbed as he came for the second, then the third time in quick succession.

  “Aphrodisiac?” Haltrax sounded out the word as he drank Victorio’s white come, “Does not translate. Now, let us bring you pleasure. No more talking with our mouths. It distracts from our duty when they can be put to better use.”

  “What’s the point of this festival again? To fuck each other to death! I already came three times!” Despite himself, Victorio sat down and laid back on his discarded robe like a blanket, holding his knees apart so Xa’baar could finger and suck on his ass.

  “You are so morbid. See and feel. This festival signals renewal.” Haltrax’s hand began to glow as it hovered below Victorio’s stomach, right above his transplanted womb.

  Oh. It all made sense to Victorio, piercing the fog of lust clouding his mind’s eye, “Got it. Hahaha! Y’all are gonna fill me with your thick come and get me pregnant, huh? I guess that’s what I signed up for… Ah! Another rimjob, babe? You really know how to spoil a slut like me...”

  “...Do not degrade yourself. You are ours. Perfect in every way,” Haltrax said, teasing and sucking on his nipples. Victorio shrugged, fisting Xa’baar’s locks as his long tongue penetrated his ass.

  “Uh huh. Who’s that? He’s been staring for a while now. I know your people are into the whole exhibitionist thing. But, it’s starting to creep me out, just a little bit...” Victorio asked, hissing low in his throat as Haltrax leaned over to suck his cock again. Xa’baar came up for air, his leash still in Haltrax’s firm grasp. Xa’baar turned around and looked into the eyes of a massive Deltraxan man. The stranger stood almost seven-foot tall, a literal pelt of hair covering his muscular chest, his legs and arms equally hairy and thick. His straight hair fell just past his shoulders, and he was completely naked save for two phasers strapped around his shoulders. His cock dangling between his legs might as well have been a loaded weapon, it would do the same kind of damage inside of Victorio’s ass. He was bright yellow, flaming yellow even. Compared to the different shades of purple on Xa’baar, or Haltrax’s black skin tinged with green, Victorio thought the voyeur was totally monochrome in color. But, the most fascinating thing about him was his steady gaze. He hadn’t even blunk since Victorio was undressed, and his husbands went to work on him. Xa’baar rolled to the side, three fingers inside of Victorio. Victorio gasped, curling into a ball, Haltrax still sucking out what little come was left inside of his cock with Victorio’s legs wrapped around his shoulders..

  Nippling on his earlobe, Xa’baar whispered, “Do not make direct eye contact. That is Barrtaruk the Fierce. Haltrax warned you to wear your leash, Vic’tor. Your eyes invite him.”

  “Hah! It’s not my fault y’all like to fuck in public. What’s a leash going to do to stop him anyway; he’s a fucking tank!?” Victorio panted, unable to imagine how a flimsy collar and leash could stop an oversized caveman from joining in. Or worse, taking Victorio with him.

  Do not worry about him when your mates are before you, Xa’baar’s voice said inside of his mind, slapping his ass as his cock replaced his fingers. He turned so Victorio was balancing above him. Victorio nearly jumped out of his skin, held back by the weight of Haltrax as he stopped sucking and straddled Victorio’s waist, kissing him sensually. Now sandwiched between Haltrax and Xa’baar, Victorio could no longer see Barrtaruk even though he still felt his gaze.

  I’m losing my goddamn mind, Victorio thought, frightened.

  You have not lost your mind. You have only gained access into ours, as it should be, goa’o, Haltrax entered his mind as well, pulling away with a smirk on his lips, staring into Victorio’s astonished eyes. Victorio’s whimpers turned to sobbing as he sunk further onto Xa’baar’s swollen cock, forced to sit upward as Haltrax’s grabbed the back of his head with one hand, standing. His free hand stroked his cock.

  So y’all can read minds! Holy shit! Victorio didn’t know whether to be turned on or scared to death. On one hand, they were getting a play by play of how they were making him feel inside. On the other hand, they could know everything already, using him until it was the right time to slap cuffs on him. Maybe Barrtaruk was undercover?

  Ssssh, their voices entered his mind in unison, Haltrax’s come splashing Victorio’s chest before he slammed his throat like he had that morning. Victorio gasped as Xa’baar pounded his ass from below, his throat impaled on Haltrax’s cock, choking. The palms of Victorio’s hands stung from the friction of being fucked relentlessly by the larger men, trying to balance as he was skewered by alien dick from both ends. The unnatural position he was in only heightened Victorio’s sense of confusion.

  Be calm, Belima’ar. We can only listen if you allow us, but your mind is closed to us. We can only project into it our desires. One day, when you are ready, you shall open fully and blossom, Xa’baar projected passionately, pumping into Victorio as Haltrax let go of the back of his head. He stroked his cock until he came inside Victorio’s open mouth and on his face, splashing his chest again in the process.

  “Fuck me!” Victorio shouted as Xa’baar entered him with his engorged cock so deep he saw stars. He fell backward, screaming as Haltrax’s suddenly entered him as well, his husband’s swollen cocks splitting Victorio in two. His tears cocked him, but as Haltrax promised, the pain was temporary. Be it the atmosphere or the alcohol or his own budding desire, Victorio’s whole being lit up like firecrackers.

  “Harder, Belima’ar?” Xa’baar asked, pumping Victorio’s cock inbetween Haltrax’s stomach.

  “Faster, goa’o?” Haltrax added, huffing as he bucked wildly into his mate, squeezing Xa’baar’s leash as his fated’s cock rubbed against his inside of Victorio’s soaked ass.

  Fuck! Victorio shouted internally, unable to say what he was feeling or put any thoughts into words. Xa’baar pulled out after filling Victorio with come, his semi-erect cock falling out of his ass with a wet pop. Victorio groaned as Haltrax switched positions, now on his back, forcing his cock deeper inside of his ass. He squeezed Victorio’s hips, throwing his head back as he roared with pleasure. Victorio didn’t have time to adjust to Haltrax’s thick cock buried balls deep inside of his sore ass. Xa’baar’s cock hovered over his mouth. Victorio opened wide as Xa’baar’s purple girth sunk into his mouth, stretching it to the limit. It felt as if their cocks were getting bigger by the minute. Soon, Xa’baar warm mouth wrapped around Victorio’s cock, and Victorio nearly screamed again from the pleasure. The twin feelings of being gagged and filled sent Victorio’s spiraling into a sea of emotion. Haltrax exploded inside of him, pumping green-tinted come deep inside his womb, mixing with Xa’baar’s purple come. But he wasn’t even close to being finished, Victorio realized, as Haltrax pulled out fully erect unlike Xa’baar. Xa’baar climaxed again soon after, his balls pressed against Victorio’s nose as he came hard and deep. For what felt like the millionth time, Victorio came as well, a thin stream of white shooting into Xa’baar’s hungry mouth. As they all collapsed onto the ground, cooling off before they’d start another marathon mating session, Victorio wondered fleetingly if he’d even survive long enough pregnant and find Nova…

  Ah! Victorio couldn’t think anymore, his holes filled until he sunk into oblivion. As he teetered on the edge of un
consciousness, he felt his body fuse into one mass of transcendent energy produced by the married triad.

  VICTORIO

  Deltrax, Sector VX19

  Ilaura’s and Vuron’s Private Quarters

  “Awaken, Belima’ar.” Victorio groaned, stretching his stiff shoulders and cracking his sore neck. Full solar rotations had passed since the Tri-Lunar Festival, and his body had never been the same in more ways than one. Victorio forced himself to smile as Xa’baar beamed down at him. He was wearing his white spacesuit again, even though Ba and Trax had decided to retire. It was for the best, Victorio thought, a jolt of fear coursing through his veins when he remembered what he saw on the starlog on the journey home. Tiger Chu had put out a hit for him attached to an astronomical bounty worth Victorio’s indenture. It was a clear message Tiger Chu would stop at nothing to find him. Thankfully, enough sex had made the Rangers complacent and forgetful, allowing Victorio to spend his night tinkering with the tech powering their starlogs. On a remote planet like Deltrax, it would take time for anyone to locate him anyway. Victorio had no luck disabling or erasing Tiger Chu’s message, or contacting his friend Nova, but once Victorio’s body revealed the obvious, his husbands forgot about their duties altogether.

  “Mornin’. Is, uh, Trax’s “seed-bearer” still here? Ugh!” Victorio’s legs swung over the side of the bed, making him instantly nauseous. He covered his mouth and held his swollen belly, wishing away the projectile vomit that was surely coming. He couldn’t hold it any longer, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he threw up his dinner. Xa’baar, who was sitting beside him already, held up a circular trash bin in front of Victorio, stroking his back, making cooing noises to soothe Victorio’s stressed out body and mind. It wasn’t working, and Victorio slumped into his arms afterward, on the verge of real tears. He’d been an emotional mess ever since he landed on Deltrax. Since Ilaura-Vuron Junior decided to take up residency in his womb, he was a ticking time bomb wavering between flashes of anger and deep, sobbing lows.