Bought By The Zandians

by Renee Rose

  “Benn, Gorde, please!”

  “You want us to veck you?” Benn runs his hands, both of them, up my inner thighs, and cups my ass. “Tell us.”

  “Yes, please, right now,” I encourage, twisting my hips.

  “Who are your masters? Tell us.” Gorde squeezes my nipples harder, a bite of pain that works with Benn’s fingers to make me insane.

  “You are! You both. Benn, Gorde, Master Gorde. Master Benn.” I’m nearly incoherent.

  “That’s right. We are.” Benn slaps my ass at the base of my thighs. “And look how nice and red she is, Gorde. She’s ready for our cocks.”

  “Should we let her choose who goes first?” Benn slides a finger along my slit and drives it into me.

  “No, I want both. At the same time.” I gasp as he pushes deeper. “Master Benn. Please?”

  His hand stills. “You sure?”

  “Yes.” All of us hear the conviction in my voice, I’m sure of it. “I need you both, right now.”

  “Your wish is our command, love.” Benn picks me up and holds me in his arms. “Gorde?”

  He quirks a brow at his friend, and Gorde smiles. “Got it.” He lies down on the sleepdisk, his cock jutting up, hard and thick. “You’re gonna ride me, Danica, like a good little slave. And once you get so hot you’re ready to come, Benn’s going to slide right into your nice, tight ass, so we can both veck you at once.”

  Benn slaps my ass once, then lifts me up. “Spread, love. Get your pretty thighs nice and wide so I can watch his cock slide into your pussy.”

  He puts me down next to Gorde, and I crawl over, toss one leg over him and position myself, breasts swinging, breath coming fast. “Like this?” I look over my shoulder to see Benn’s eyes glittering with desire, then turn back to stare into Gorde’s face. His expression, both fierce and tender, melts my heart, and as I slide myself down onto his magnificent cock, tears come to my eyes.

  He reaches up to brush my cheek. “No crying, sweet slave,” he murmurs. “This is a moment for pleasure.” He puts both hands onto my hips. “Ride me, Danica. Ride my cock and make your pussy feel good.”

  He slaps my ass once and I whimper.

  “You sore?” He smiles as I nod. “Good. Next time we’ll spank you harder, too.”

  This makes me gush new moisture, and he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Veck, baby. I love that you like it rough. Yeah, like that.”

  I move up and down along his perfect cock, enjoying the feeling of power that comes with being on top, the one in charge. I allow his cock to brush my clit once, then again, then move so that I’m using him for my pleasure, not even taking him into me fully, but just rubbing my body along his to maximize the sensation.

  “Oh!” My breath comes out in a gasp as Benn grabs my shoulders from behind. His cock is rock hard as he pulls me back into his body, his legs spread across Gorde’s.

  “You ready for me?” he murmurs, squeezing my breasts.

  I lean back into his hard chest, enjoying his strong arms, the muscles moving as he holds me. His cock presses into the seam of my ass.

  “Yes.” I reach behind me to grab his horns and this time there’s no complaint, just his growl of pleasure. His horns harden at my touch and I laugh with delight. “You like that.”

  “Gonna like this even more.” He softly presses me forward, away from his chest. “Ride Gorde again, baby, and stick that ass out nice and high.”

  “With pleasure, Master.” I’m so wet that I slide easily down onto Gorde’s hard cock, smiling at his grunt of pleasure. I wiggle my body so my ass is arranged and spread my thighs, my breath coming faster. “It’s…will it hurt?” A momentary concern makes me look back to check his face. But he’s smiling. “Face forward,” he reminds me.

  A bottle clicks and warm oil runs down my ass cleft. Benn rubs it into my body, pushing his finger into my body just a bit, then deeper as I relax into his touch.

  “Just enough to make it even better,” he promises, drizzling more oil down my body, rubbing it into my ass. “And then it will make you scream with delight.”

  I clench my pussy on Gorde’s cock, and clench my ass tight down on Benn’s finger, already enjoying the double pleasure.

  “Not yet,” he warns, and gives me a sharp slap on my ass. “Right now you stay open, little human. Open nice and wide for my fingers, or how else will I get this huge cock into you?”

  I moan but obey, allowing my muscles to go slack as he adds a second oiled finger to the first. “You see?” He pumps them in and out. “How it gets easier. How vecking good it feels.”

  “Mmmm.” I push down onto Gorde’s cock. “I’m almost ready—”

  “No,” Benn snaps and slaps my ass with his other hand and I clench again. He punctuates each word with a slap. “You. Will. Wait. For. Permission.”

  I moan. “But I need to.”

  “Oh, is that so?” He spanks again. “You come before you’re told, little slave, and we’ll take the belt to you until you can’t sit tomorrow. Is that what you want?”

  “No!” But his words inflame me, and now it’s harder to hold back. “Gorde, Benn!”

  “Keep that ass open,” he warns, and presses the tip of his thick cock to my ass. “Because you only get to come once we’re both buried balls deep in you. Is that clear?”

  “Yes…” I moan, and the sounds turns to a hiss of pain as he pushes into me, inch by inch. It’s excruciating, and I can’t take more, until suddenly my body releases the tension and he slides in. I’m impossibly full, but it doesn’t hurt anymore, and the excitement at this development drives me wild. I move, tentative at first, pulsing my pussy on Gorde’s cock, lightly. Then harder. Each time I press my muscles together, I clench on two cocks, and as they press into me, on all the right places, my orgasm grows in a new way. It’s something I’ve never felt before, the sensation blooming from so deeply inside me I can’t breathe.

  “Mother Earth…” I whisper, digging my nails into Gorde’s back, clenching my toes along with my cunt. “I can’t…I can’t…”

  Benn pulls out just an inch, then drives back in gently. Gently. Then hard. I scream at the sensation; it’s too much and not enough.

  Gorde grabs my hips. “Danica, ride me while he vecks your ass. Now.”

  I tremble, and the rhythm builds as the three of us become one entity. It’s a slow dance as I go down onto Gorde’s cock, then back onto Benn’s, back and forth. Their hands are all over me, pulling, tugging, squeezing. My pussy and ass are on fire with desire and I’m calling out words, names, invocations. As the feeling grows, there’s no holding back, no waiting for permission.

  I scream and tighten all my muscles and explode into the most glorious orgasm of my entire life, my body on fire with joy. Each nerve ending vibrates with pleasure, the most incredible thing possible. It’s like I can see the entire universe behind my closed lids, all the colors of the stars, the galaxies.

  And as I come and come, pulsing with the joy of our union, both of my mates come, too. They roar out my name and grab my body, all of us sweaty and hot, the moment taking us all from three to one. I fear I’ve fallen for both of them, irrevocably. Mother Earth, I think I’m in love. What will happen when they discover my secret?

  Benn

  “I can’t believe it’s already been four weeks.” I clip my combat belt to my waist and glance at Gorde who’s adjusting the flight coordinates inside our craft. Outside the window, the purple sun rises large on the horizon, a sight that never fails to make me swell with pride: Zandia.

  He glances over at me and grins. “Four perfect weeks with our new little human.”

  “You’re glowing like a imploding star.” I roll my eyes, but can’t help smiling back. “She is vecking amazing, I have to admit it.”

  “No regrets?” He raises an eyebrow, and looks away briefly to talk into his comms unit. “Lifting off in five.” He turns back to me. “At all?”

  I shake my head. “I’m content.” I tilt my head, surprised a
t my own admission. “With our little human.”

  “Good.” He slaps the console. “And speaking of little…have you noticed?” He touches his stomach. “I think she’s not so little anymore.”

  I lean forward. “I thought so too.” Excitement courses through my body. “A young, Benn. Ours.” I punch one fist into my other hand. “Veck.” It’s exciting, but nerve-wracking as well.

  He notes my expression. “If we can do this”—he waves a hand around our high-tech craft—“surely we can take care of a tiny little creature.” He winces. “Who needs everything.”

  I swallow. “She didn’t say anything to us. Surely she knows?” A wave of unease hits me. Danica still has secrets. She won’t talk about her past master, and sometimes she gets this look in her eyes—a distant stare, and closes up entirely.

  He shrugs. “She must. If we can see it…”

  I frown. “Are they supposed to grow that fast? It’s only so recent.”

  He shrugs. “I think each human is different. We need to take her to Dr. Daneth, make sure everything is progressing correctly.”

  “As soon as we get back.” My pulse pounds. “Do you think it’s yours, or mine?”

  “I don’t know. Whoever is first, we’ll make sure the other is second.” He crosses his arms. “That’s fair, right?”

  I nod. “Yes.” I push back my competitive urges. “Either way, as long as it’s healthy.”

  “A Zandian.” He stands up and beams. “It’s what we planned, and it’s happening. By the stars.”

  I nod. “We’re doing what’s right for the planet.” I’ve never felt like this before. The pride that swells inside my chest is larger than anything I’ve felt.

  My comm beeps with new information on our latest mission and I sigh, then turn my attention back to work. “Now sit down and focus, because if we find another one like Taxx, we’re going to need to have all of our energy.”

  Gorde groans and sits down hard into the nearest console chair. “That excrement. Has he said yet why he did it?”

  I shake my head. “He’s in detention and isn’t talking. It’s a vecking shame.”

  “I have no sympathy.” He snaps the words, and his eyes narrow. “He almost hurt Danica, and he’s a traitor to Zandia.” He curls his fists. “I’d like to rip him apart myself.”

  I nod. “Wonder what happened to him to make him turn like that.”

  “Not every Zandian is worthy.” His words are clipped. “Do you think King Zander should enable the death penalty?” The king has long refused to spill Zandian blood on account of our population’s near extinction.

  The idea turns me cold inside. “He’s still our brother, on some level. I don’t know. Let’s go over our recon plans.”

  He nods. “Agreed.” Then he turns to me, after a pause. “During the struggle. Did it seem like…”

  “Like what?” Something in his tone makes me peer more closely at his face.

  “I don’t know.” He makes a low growl. “When Taxx had the stunner to her neck. She needed to duck down, and he needed to stop moving. And then it happened, both things, right at the exact time. Then you and I disabled him in an instant.”

  I frown, replaying it in my mind, even though the images are jarring, unwanted. “It’s our bond. How well we work together.” I shrug.

  He shakes his head and his brow wrinkles. “It was like Danica was working with us, too.”

  I consider this, and remember Taxx groaning, as if he were stuck under a heavy slab of metal, and how I knew without hesitation that this was the moment to strike. “Perhaps it just means that the three of us are fated to be together. We work well as a team.” It certainly felt right to save her, and it was in that moment I knew I needed her as mine, forever.

  “I suppose that’s true.” He smiles.

  I roll my eyes. “Now please, can we focus on the mission?”

  I’m frustrated—our trip came up empty, and all we got for our troubles was a narrow escape from Ocretion airspace with our cover intact. But as soon as I see Danica, my anger and irritation at the day melts away.

  “You look beautiful.” I lean in to kiss her soft pink lips, lingering to taste the flavor that bursts onto my tongue. “And you’re delicious.” I lick my tongue along her mouth and slap her ass.

  She giggles. “It’s grapes.” She flushes. “I’m still trying out so many new foods.” We have new Earth-based foods delivered to her almost every planet rotation.

  “I’d almost eat every planet rotation too, if I could taste it from your mouth.” I tug her in for another kiss.

  Beside me, Gorde growls. “Don’t be greedy, brother.”

  She moves easily into his arms, and presses both hands to his cheeks, looking up into his eyes. “I missed you.” She smiles, and he melts, his dour look transforming into one of fascination.

  I laugh, even as I know I’m just as whipped. One smile from our human and we’re all hers, entirely. And I like it.

  “Both of us…” I reach out and touch her belly. “Missed both of you. Am I right?” I hold my breath.

  Her face goes pale. “I…” She steps back from Gorde’s embrace, her hands falling to her sides.

  “Danica, it’s all right.” I reach out and touch her arm, which has gone cold.

  “It’s better than all right,” growls Gorde. “It’s fantastic. It’s what we wanted from the very beginning. Our own young!” He tilts his head to peer at her. “What’s wrong?”

  She stares, then shakes her head, a quick snap. “I should have told you as soon as I, ah, knew. I was processing it. I’m sorry; I’m…really excited.” Her face looks anything but.

  Cold unease presses onto my chest, and I push it back. “Are you nervous? Dr. Daneth says humans bear Zandian young well, and you will have the best medical support during the…process.” I wave my hand, unsure of which words to use.

  She blinks and bites her lip. “The idea of a baby. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.” Her eyes well up.

  Gorde pulls her into his arms. “This is the best day. We have you, and now a young on the way. This is exactly what Zandia needs—what we all need.” His face glows and his eyes are lit up with joy. “Just look at us for one moment and you’ll see that this is everything we’ve dreamed of. The culmination of a lifetime of plans.”

  He speeds up as he speaks, stroking her shoulders. “You’re ours more than ever, now. This cements us together forever.”

  She shivers. I reach out to touch her hair, place my hand on her neck in what I hope is a comforting touch. “You don’t need to worry about a single thing. This Zandian baby, and you, will be kept safe from all ugliness and all predators.” I know she’s still probably terrified about being on auction, her escape, all the creatures who would harm her. “I will personally kill any foreign being who threatens you or Zandia. Is that clear?” My voice rises with passion.

  Danica stills. She takes a breath. “Completely.” Her smile seems forced. “Let’s go to the sleepdisk.” She takes my hand and Gorde’s. “I want to feel you inside me now. Please.”

  And as we make love, both of us taking turns to make her cry out in pleasure, I sense a strange difference in her, something I can’t understand. So I double my efforts, bringing her as much passion as I possibly can, enough to drown out the little voice of doubt in my head.

  Chapter 10

  Gorde

  Beside me, Danica vibrates with energy. Her foot taps fast and she clenches her fingers together as Bayla runs the scan over her bare belly. “What do you see?” Her voice is taut.

  “Relax.” The midwife’s voice is soothing, but Danica squeezes my fingers harder than ever.

  “There’s the heart.” Dr. Daneth points to the screen, where a pulsing blob of white and black motion blurs in front of my eyes.

  I peer forward, my heart leaping to match the pulse of the tiny thing. “It’s so small.” I hear the wonder in my own tone.

  Dr. Daneth chuckles. “Actually, it’s quite big f
or the time frame.” He blinks. “Growing faster than expected. If this growth rate keeps up”—he shoots a look at his mate—“Bayla, can you pull up the chart?”

  She nods and a hologram springs into the air between us. The doctor gestures. “If we assume a linear curve to the enlargement rate, the young will be approximately forty-five percent larger than a typical Zandian baby by the end of gestation time, and we may have to consider alternative birthing procedures.”

  “Which are what?” Danica twists to look at him, eyes wide.

  I press her hand as Bayla soothes, “Danica, it’s completely safe for the young. If necessary, we’ll make a small surgical incision—”

  “You’ll slice me open?” Her face has gone pale and she trembles. “No, you can’t. You can’t. You can’t…” She struggles to sit up, grabbing Benn’s hand as well for leverage.

  Dr. Daneth and Bayla shoot each other a look, just as I snap, “Cut her open? By the stars…”

  “She’ll heal!” Bayla raises her voice to be heard over all of us. “Please, listen. She’ll be fine. We’ve done it before. We provide medication to mitigate the pain, and it’s a simple surgery.”

  Danica relaxes. “I’ll…heal?” She blinks and lowers herself back down.

  Dr. Daneth clears his throat. “ It won’t hurt, Danica. You and the young will be fine. The recovery will take a few weeks, but you’ll be back to normal in a short period. We don’t even know if it’s necessary.”

  “Oh. I…oh.” She takes a deep breath and touches her stomach. “All right. I understand.”

  “Were things different elsewhere? What’s going on?” I lean in, concerned. “Tell us.”

  She shakes her head. “I misunderstood, that’s all. I thought...”

  “Danica, it is not in any being’s best interest to hurt you.” Dr. Daneth’s voice is taut. He’s still learning how to interact with humans. His mate helps, but sometimes he’s awkward. “We’ll take care of you and the Zandian young.”