That was hot. She blinked at him.
“You want to go back inside? Hmm?”
“Yes?” What was the catch?
“Get down on your knees and suck me into your mouth.”
She looked down at him. Giving blow jobs in hallways was so not what she wanted. But he wanted it and his assessing gaze had some element of dominance that spoke to her needs. She gulped.
“Say yes, then get down, pull my cock out and put it in your pretty little mouth. Or I fuck you now.”
Her brain took its own sweet time figuring out how to say that one word.
“Yes.”
He untangled his hand and pushed her head down until she kneeled.
The shape of his cock seemed daunting. When she peeled down his tights and had his cock in her hand she stopped to check the hallway again.
Fuck. A man blocked the light that shone on the ceiling down the far end, and he was walking closer.
“Why did you stop? Suck it in. I want to fuck this hole first.” He looked up. “Ahh. We have an observer. It’s Dassenze. No doubt your arousal woke him too. You’re lucky he won’t fuck you.” He grabbed two handfuls of her hair again.
Bronze glinted at the edge of the man’s silhouette. He kept walking, stopping two yards away. Yes, it was Dassenze. That he was here seemed right.
“Why am I lucky?”
“He has a stone cock, my girl. At least, so I hear. Two of them in fact. One for each of your holes.” Brask laughed. “Not that I wouldn’t like to see them in action on you.”
“Are you not tempted, Lord? Her asshole and pussy await you. This time I’d hold her, with my cock in her mouth. It would be some glorious fucking.”
Talia trembled, but not because it seemed abhorrent, no, the need for them to do this overrode common sense. She wanted them both to take her.
“No. I cannot. Don’t ask me again Brask. Linking to her by mating could make me weak and there would be consequences for her also. I can resist her allure but with great difficulty.” Dassenze sighed. “Do what you wish. Fuck her how you wish to. I will take pleasure in watching and shield you from other eyes. Letting others see everything of her would anger me.”
“Thank you, Lord,” she whispered, horrified a second later. The lord had somehow slipped out.
“Do not thank me too much, Talia. I would let them watch a little, just not all. Your ass perhaps, if Brask was kind enough to use it. Be hopeful I never get to mate with you, because I too would take you as I wished to. Then you’d have two men to serve and three cocks.”
She managed not to groan but discreetly squeezed her thighs together. If he kept talking like that she might come with little else being done. The dirtiness of his words...damn.
She’d never been like this with men, ever. Bond mating was either going to be an incredibly life-changing event or it would turn her into an endlessly orgasming slut. Right now the latter sounded good.
The hold in her hair urged her to Brask’s cock and the nudge of the head on her lips meant she had to open her mouth or have her lips squashed. When she opened, Brask forced her down then fucked her mouth in long strokes. He gasped. “We might wear her out, Lord. Her mouth feels so good, perhaps I could let you have her other end permanently.
Dassenze barked out a laugh. “You should stop hoping for the impossible. Just keep fucking that mouth. It’s inspiring me. I’ll just do this to add to the charm.”
She heard him step closer then felt his hand tear the side of her panties and strip them from her.
“Yes. That’s much better,” he murmured. A few seconds later, above the noise of Brask shoving into her, she heard another slipping and sliding sound. A sideways look showed Dassenze doing something at his groin that seemed to be masturbation. How did he do that with two cocks?
“Eyes here.” Brask tugged on her hair and she choked on his cock as he went deeper than before.
The slick noises of his cock riding in and out of her mouth settled into a rhythm. Held there by both his hands, she felt more used than ever before, and yet still aroused. She glanced up to see him staring greedily down at where his cock entered her mouth. The man got off on what he saw. Brask groaned.
She kept peering up at him then at his cock pistoning in and out.
From the sensations, she could tell moisture trickled from her pussy and a little had slipped down one inner thigh.
She wanted him inside her down there now, not in her mouth.
“Enough.” Brask grunted and slid his cock free. Drool spilled from her. “Would you like to see her come, Lord? Stand up, Talia.”
“Yes. Make her squeal for me. I’d hold her from behind again but in my current state, I’d end up with my cocks inside her as well.”
“One day, Lord. One day you’ll be free to do so.” He reached over and pulled the door shut then shoved her against it.
She’d listened to the exchange with Brask’s grip around her throat and now she was again trapped. He’d sounded so fervent, so needy. He wanted Dassenze to mate with her as much as she did? A revelation. A dirty naughty revelation.
“What are you thinking?” Brask asked her, pinning her with his glare as well. “Tell me. Tell us.”
She squirmed her naked ass against the timber. “No.” Saying her thought was not going to happen.
Dassenze came in and towered over her also. He took the nearest of her wrists, kissed the back of it then pushed it to the door above her head. “Say.”
“Have the other one, since you’re here.” Lust roughened Brask’s voice and as he spoke he sought out her other hand and held it above until Dassenze gathered her wrists in one hold. “She’s hiding something.”
“If you don’t tell us what it is, I’ll have Brask bite you everywhere, until you scream in both passion and pain.”
“I might do that anyway.”
Crap. She looked from one to the other.
“For hours,” Brask added. “You made my cock so hard I have this itch to torture you.” His smile warned her of how much he meant what he said.
“I was...” She swallowed, knowing she was naked except for a bra that was no more than a decoration for her tits, and pinned to the door by her hands, throat, and their combined inspection. “This is so unfair.”
At that they laughed.
“Isn’t she adorable?” Brask said. “Say it. I have a feeling the two of us could make you regret any lie a hundred times over.”
Fuckitty fuck.
Get it over with. “I was thinking that you want Dassenze to mate with me...” Could she say the rest? She shut her eyes. “As much as I do.”
“Frack. I’m undone, Lord.” He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure you can’t?”
“No.” Dassenze let go of her wrists. “But I am going to get release watching you do what you want to. Just, be ungentle. I know she likes that. And I do also.”
“Absolutely.” Brask said his next words an inch from her ear. “I can be ungentle as hell.”
Oh damn.
What shocked her more than his statement was her yearning to know exactly what he meant in explicit detail.
“Not saying anything?”
In reply she could only take her bottom lip between her teeth and wait.
“Good. I think considering how much you denied me...” He swept trailing locks of her hair from her face while he nailed her to the door with his beautiful green eyes. They must glow a little since the light in here was surely not bright enough to see the green. “I will punish you. You need a red bottom, or maybe a blue one to match my colors.”
Punishment was not what a lover should be doing.
She frowned at him. Bond mating was one thing, allowing him to punish her? No. She was a forensic scientist of some stature, not a pet. “I disagree. You cannot punish me.”
“No.” Brask put his hand down low and unerringly found her clit with his fingers. “How does this feel?” He kissed her, his head tilted to the side, toggling her clit while he played with her
mouth, kissing here, there, and inserting his tongue. Enough to make her whine for more. She wriggled to get his fingers to press harder in precisely the correct, intimate place.
“Please?”
But he leaned away and circled her nipples with his fingernail, one then the other.
She hissed, thrusting her breasts forward in spite of the pain. Were those nails sharper than in humans?
“Dassenze? Would you have a light so I could see her body?”
What was this? She couldn’t find out what he stared at due to the grip on her hair. When Dassenze conjured up a ball of white light before his hands she was more fascinated by that. He was a god. Expect stuff like this, she guessed.
With his hand cupping one breast, Brask paused. “I haven’t seen an Ascend use an ascend light for years.”
“I abstain, unless I have urgent needs. Unnecessary use of power is against my vows.”
“I see.”
“I know,” Dassenze added gruffly. “I find my priorities aren’t what they should be around her.”
They were talking about obscure lighting effects with her naked in the hallway? She tried to pull away and make Brask let go of her breast but he clawed in his fingers.
“No. Do not move. This, Lord. My colors are developing already? You see the blue?”
“They are. I do see it. And her genital area?”
When Dassenze moved in she was sure he wouldn’t touch her, but then his hand was there, on her, his scaled finger and thumb pinching her clitoris.
Both of them doing this, no matter how clinical it appeared to be, it sent her pulse beating higher, harder, and she struggled to tamp down a rising climax. Her eyes rolled back. Heat flowed from where they handled her. She shut her eyes and groaned. A mini orgasm hit and she bucked into their hands.
Dassenze laughed. “So easily done? Poor girl. She is blue here too. Perhaps it explains the sensitivity. She is at the pet stage already.”
“She came from that? Lord, it is a pity we cannot both have her. Her screaming would be relentless.”
“It would. Nevertheless, it’s good to have learned I can be this close to her while she’s in heat and orgasming, and not be too overcome.”
“In heat?” Her voice was husky yet incensed. She gulped in several lungfuls of air, still quivering inside from coming. “I’m not –”
“Quiet!” they both commanded. Brask followed up with, “You’re my pet, Talia. In heat is the correct term. For now, legally, I can treat you as we do a pet.”
Flustered, she looked from one male to the other. Not on Earth he couldn’t, even if half of it was blown to smithereens. Then it struck her; she was also in the middle of a small army of alien warriors. Her clit took that very second to throb within Dassenze’s finger and thumb grasp. Her moan was involuntary but underlined his argument. She was undoubtedly more aroused than ever in her life. In heat was probably correct.
He smiled down at her. “I felt that. Shall we make her come again, Brask? It entertains me, greatly.”
“First this, Lord, if it also pleases you.” When Brask stepped away and folded his arms, Dassenze released her clit and moved back.
She was free? With the small but bright light still hovering at Dassenze’s shoulder the slipperiness of her inner thighs would be far too obvious. She clamped her legs together. She’d come in front of them but every little thing she did for them or showed them seem to send her spiraling out of control.
“Turn around, kneel, and wait.”
Oh fuck. He was serious about this punishment and his eyes were narrowing as he waited.
“Do you have an appropriate instrument, Brask?”
“I thought to use my hand but a whip would be better.”
“Did you neglect to pack one?” Was Dassenze laughing? His shoulders moved as if he was and his reply had sounded strained.
“It wasn’t my main concern. I brought my weapons.”
“Never mind. I always have various items on me.”
When she went to sneak sideways and reached for the door handle, he growled at her. “You must learn, my beauty, that punishment is the decision of your mate.”
In the face of these two big males, she bit back the witty retort she’d lined up. There was taunting, and there was endangering the hell out of oneself.
Besides, like most things they’d so far done to her, punishment had a weird sort of allure. The siren call of bond mating had rummaged about in her mind and gifted her with new instincts and desires.
Before her disbelieving eyes, Dassenze reached under his waist scales and his hand emerged holding what looked like a three-foot-long, bronze-scaled whip. Was this a tail? She stared.
Brask took the phallic looking handle in his fist and did a single experimental twitch of the whip. It sang, the thing sang as it cut the air. “You’re honored, Talia. Not many pets get to be whipped with an Ascend’s whip. Kneel and turn. “Now!”
She jumped. Jeez. Where was her backbone? To obey, or not? That she even asked herself was a betrayal.
“Are you going to be my good pet?”
Her mouth fell open. Had she blinked for the last minute? Was insanity in her family line?
“I...”
“Well?” He lightly trailed the whip over her breast then her stomach then he nudged it between her legs. Parting her thighs was wicked, but she did it without thinking. After he glided it back and forth a few times, her eyes glazed over. The whip came away wet and glistening.
“Oh yes, I think you are. There are rewards for being my pet. Obey. Turn. Kneel.”
It was while she was yo-yoing between doing and not doing, which had basically cemented her feet to the floor because she was never going to decide, that Dassenze came to her, took her neck in the V of his hand, and bowed his head to speak to her at eye level.
“This is something that Brask will enjoy doing. The punishment will establish your roles but, I think, considering what you are becoming, a pet and bond mate, and what you are already, a strong woman, it will be something that will both help you and I do think...” He pulled an odd face then nodded. “I think you may like it. Not just the pain. The continued effects.”
What logic was beneath that? If she wanted to be a bond mate, she had to change?
The answer dinged into existence. She wasn’t dumb. Their perspective was that of a male-dominated society, clearly. Both Brask and Dassenze expected her to succumb, at least when it came to her sexuality.
Well then. Could that be her?
It could be. It was. She liked them, and liked them treating her the way they did. No matter how strange it seemed compared to her past.
And maybe, maybe, if she were good, Dassenze would become a part of this. He was coming closer every time. He’d said she was irresistible.
Who was the moth and who was the flame?
He moved her face toward his light then gradually inserted his knuckle into her mouth.
This entire experience was beginning to blur and make everything fluffy about the edges. Being fastened in place by one male then the other, then back again. Manhandled, made to do their bidding. Just like a pet, an owned thing. Now Dassenze examined her and seemed fascinated by where he’d put his finger. Those gold eyes of his rocked her into limbo, spaced her out with calm. A tear slipped from one eye, then several more from the other.
Licking him enticed her. She tongued his finger and explored the shape. He tasted clean, a little spicy, and somehow male. The scales were flat and smooth.
“Hmmm. Yes.” With his thumb, he stroked her throat. “You are such a pretty thing. Now. Go kneel.” With the pressure of his hands he made her turn and pushed her down, facing the door.
She was doing this – presenting her ass to Brask for him to hit. The facts were there, lined up, but what Dassenze had done had mesmerized her.
“Down. Put your forehead to the floor. Brask will only hurt you a little. I will make sure. Your first time should be mild. Down.”
On the floor w
as a rug.
First time? That meant he would –
The whip sang and her breath caught on that second of time. It was coming.
Pain striped across at the crease of thigh and butt, then another above that, and another, and another. Her yelps were muffled by the rug. She tried not to make noise.
Four and she coughed then waited. He stepped in, his boots quiet on the rug and he went to one knee beside her.
“Beautiful lines.” His hands smoothed over where he’d hit her ass. “You stayed still so well.”
The pain, Dassenze was right, because it was pain delivered by Brask, she felt as if she belonged to him more than before. His pet. Oh fuck yes. A thrill shook through her. Though she held her aroused sigh down to something only the rug under her face might notice, her lower body swayed under his touch.
“I think she likes this.”
Dassenze arrived on her other side. “She was good.” He planted his large hand on the lower dip of her back. The weight of his palm melted into her. The pain of the whip lines on her ass throbbed in time with her pussy. Then Brask put his hands on each cheek of her ass, and stretched her so that her pussy lips opened and she shot from being sore to shockingly aroused in one thud of her heart.
As someone shoved a finger into her, a gasp left her lips.
The words fuck me began to repeat in her head. She moved her legs apart, trembling from the intensity of her needs.
Another finger joined the first then slowly a third impaled her, barely fitting inside.
“She’d need patience to take you.” Brask sounded pleased.
“Yes. If it happened. If. But I am a very patient man.”
Were they trying to tease her? Finger fucking her while they discussed that...
Her moans grew more frantic, her ass lifted higher all on its own. Brask chuckled. “I think we’ll get her to come soon.”
“Mate her properly then.”
“Here? In the hallway”
“You had the idea. For this I don’t have the patience. Do it here.”
Stop talking and fuck me, she said in her head. Only to realize, she’d mumbled it out loud.
“Your pet speaks.”
“Yes.” He sucked out those fingers and a moment later had stuck his cock in instead. It felt as if he’d gone most of the way to her tonsils. Her moans became frantic gasps. She prayed they cleaned the rug because whatever was here in front of her mouth she was likely to inhale.
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