Heat flared in his eyes as his gaze raked her nude body. “Maybe."
"I accept.” She turned and walked with deliberate nonchalance toward the cleansing room. Once inside, she opened the cupboard and took out one of the capsules, shut the door, and then changed her mind and took out another of the lubricants. She inserted them, though she had never touched herself so intimately much less pushed her finger inside her pussy. She was warm and soft inside, and hopefully, very elastic.
The telltale warmth of the dissolving tablets made her breasts instantly tight and her nipples taut. She walked back out to find Colonel Helm almost completely undressed. He tossed his last boot aside and unfastened his pants.
Good God.
She had expected him to be very big. Huge, even, for Ran and Larik were big enough she had been apprehensive about their possession. But this time she was ... stunned.
His massive erection was so long and thick, she stopped walking and stared, all her bravado banished. It was obvious he was S-species. No human could ever have such a large penis, though she was not an expert on the subject.
"Don't be afraid.” The reassurance was made in a quiet voice that belied the fierceness of his arousal. “We can do this so you are in control, Jerra. Just come here."
In control of ... that?
When she didn't move, he took the initiative and lay down on the bed on his back. He didn't look any less enormous in that position, but at least he wasn't looming over her. She took a quivering step and another, not sure if she was fascinated or simply hypnotized by his erection.
"You can be on top,” he said softly, watching her cautious approach. “Take it as you wish, as far as you can. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to."
She had pleased the others, and he was being just as courteous and considerate, and she wanted to do the same for him. Not because of some duty she'd been told she owed by her captors, but because they treated her well and made her feel desired, not simply used. “Tell me what to do."
"Did you use a capsule?” His dark hair was a stark contrast to the white sheets.
A choked laugh gurgled from her throat and her gaze remained fixed on his cock. “Two."
"Good idea.” He chuckled, the sound reassuring. “As much as you worry I am too large, I am concerned you are too small."
"Maybe we shouldn't try."
"Maybe we should.” He lay there, dwarfing the bed, his nude body truly magnificent. “I need you and as Ran pointed out to me, your body is designed to accommodate more than just this.” He ran his finger along his swollen length as she watched and semen oozed from the large slit in the head.
Jerra could feel the effects of the two capsules and her pussy seemed to soften and weep with need. She was afraid of his enormous size, yet somehow wanted it, too. Squaring her shoulders, she climbed onto the bed. Effortlessly, he spanned her hips with his large hands and lifted her so she straddled him. His large erection lay high on his stomach, and she stared at it.
His hands, long-fingered and graceful for one whose art was war, slid upward and cupped her breasts. She sank her teeth into her lower lip to fight a moan and involuntarily arched backwards, thrusting her nipples against his palms. In turn, he fondled her and watched her reaction through heavy-lidded eyes. He resembled a warrior prince, with a web work of silvery scars across the heavily muscled plane of his chest, and his thick dark hair. “Such spectacular tits,” he murmured, rubbing her nipples with his fingers. The pressure was hard enough to make her take in a swift breath, yet also seductively gentle. “You see,” he pointed out in that same quiet and steady voice as he stroked her pliant flesh to erect points, “you do want to try. You're soaking wet, Jerra. Take me in your hand."
She looked at him at first in confusion, but when he lifted her easily, she understood.
Wrapping her fingers around his girth, she positioned the flared crest at her entrance and felt her pussy stretch wide open as he slowly began to lower her onto his cock. Bracing her hands on his chest, she squirmed to try to force him in and for a moment she thought it was as impossible as it looked, but slowly, with his hands supporting her weight, she absorbed the tip.
"Oh, God,” she moaned and sank a little lower, not sure if it was pleasure or pain, or a beguiling combination of both. He was hot and hard and so big she could not get her fingers entirely around him.
"Yes.” The word was a low hiss and his eyes closed briefly. “Oh, fuck, that's good. More."
"I'm trying.” Panting, almost wild with need now, she let her weight and the lubricant help her as she took more of his cock into her now burning pussy. The sheer size of it made her want to scream with pleasure for her labia was pulled apart and her clit was hard against his satiny, rock-hard length.
It felt impossibly good and she rocked, sucking in a breath at the discomfort coupled with ecstasy as she slid downward, taking more, more than she thought possible, until she realized incredulously he was in completely and her buttocks rested on the cradle of his hips.
Ian caressed her inner thighs with his thumbs, still holding her hips. “I can wait until you are adjusted to move. There's no hurry."
"Yes, there is,” she told him, staring into his dark eyes, knowing her entire body was flushed with need. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, her breasts, and especially in her aching, stretched pussy. “Lift me a little,” she pleaded. “I'm so close."
"I never disappoint a lady,” he muttered, her weight seemingly incidental as he eased her up and let her slowly back down.
That easily, she started to come. The first ripple tightened her already overfilled passage around his cock and she went wild, grasping his bulging biceps and unable to keep the orgasm at bay any longer. Head back, her long hair streaming down her back, she clenched around him and her inner muscles shook with the strain of his penetration.
It was incredible, and she gasped out a weak cry before she slid forward against him.
"I've got you,” he whispered in her ear. “I need to finish."
He rolled, and she let him take her until she was on her back. He slid out a little bit the first time and gently pushed back in against her softened, slick flesh, and when she showed no sign of discomfort, began a more assertive rhythm of thrusts in and out. Beneath his large body, she felt overwhelmed, and not just by his size, but by what was happening to her. The pain was gone or incidental and all she felt was his carnal cadence and the joining of their bodies.
She climaxed again almost immediately in complete joyous abandon, and he suddenly gave a fierce growl and pulled back a fraction so when he erupted inside her, the forceful hot gush didn't cause pain. His testicles were the size of her bunched fists and she felt what seemed to be an endless stream of sperm pump against the mouth of her womb.
Afterwards, when he eased free, she felt hollow inside, as if something were missing. He cradled her close and it felt a little like being held by a rock, except for his long, passionate kisses and the reverent way he explored her body with his hands.
Three gorgeous, considerate lovers and months to enjoy them, she thought sleepily as he nuzzled her neck.
Perhaps being captured wasn't so bad after all.
* * * *
Ran sipped his wine and stared through the window at the sleeping girl. The artificial light spilled over her golden hair and lent it highlights of pale platinum. She lay on her side like a child, one hand beneath her cheek, and with the sheet to her waist, her bare, ivory breasts quivered a little with each deep breath. Long lashes lay like delicate shadows on her cheeks.
It was odd, but he had never felt jealousy before. Well, maybe it still wasn't jealousy, maybe it was something else, but he could not think what. Yes, he'd watched her with Ian, seen her enjoyment, and being what and who he was, knew she'd felt afraid at first, but had courageously overcome it and found pleasure instead.
She was remarkable. Incredible. Special in a way that wasn't just sexual. He sensed their intertwined destinies even before the lieut
enant had ushered her into the room. He didn't just admire her beauty—though her potent attraction was certainly part of what he felt—he admired her spirit. He didn't need to be told that her circumstances, not to mention the presence of the three of them, were probably very intimidating, yet she had taken his advice from their first night together and was making the best of the situation.
In truth, he was a little confused himself. Yes, he was glad she was bent on enjoying herself rather than feeling forced and used. The trouble was, he uncharacteristically wished she were enjoying herself only with him.
Never in his life had he felt possessive over a female.
Only three days since she'd been delivered and he'd already decided he would petition to be the one to breed with her. The fact he had influence meant almost surely his request would be granted, and he could keep the resulting child if he wished.
He had a feeling he would.
If he lived past the landing at Septinium. Ever since they had boarded the ship he'd had disturbing dreams, nightmares like he hadn't endured since he was very young and his parents were killed in an explosion. The sense of foreboding was strong and it had him worried. The future, usually so crystal clear, was full of shadows.
Jerra sighed and stirred in her sleep.
He ached to go to her suddenly. Not to make love to her, but to simply lie there and hear her breathe. It was a unique desire, and it startled him.
"You can't sleep?"
He glanced up from his brooding observation and saw Ian had come out of his room. He'd showered away the musk of lovemaking and wore a black robe that suited his coloring. Running his fingers through his damp hair, Ian dropped into a nearby chair and followed the direction of Ran's gaze. His normally hard expression softened. “I wore her out, I think."
Ran smiled with a little effort. “I think so, too."
"You were right. She's exceptional. I came so hard, I was afraid she would overflow. That hot little pussy is remarkable, though."
"Jerra was afraid she would fail you after pleasing Larik and myself. Since we all treat her well and don't make her feel like a slave or a whore, she wants to give back. I find it endearing, and quite frankly, arousing. Then again, just looking at her seems to give me an erection."
"Did you have to go jack off like Armada the other night?” Ian looked amused. “You could have joined us. I don't mind sharing."
He'd thought about it, but the trouble was, he minded sharing, which was a bit disturbing. When she was in his arms, he didn't want her attention on what anyone else might be doing to her delectable body.
"No, I'm saving it for tomorrow.” Ran drained his wine glass. “She still has a lot to learn. For instance, that not only can a male lick a woman's pussy, but a female can lick and suck a cock."
"I have yet to taste her, and I look forward to it, but having her sweet mouth on me would be like a fantasy come true, and no pun intended."
They both chuckled, and in the resulting silence, Ran murmured impulsively, “I want to be the one to impregnate her. I thought you should know, since I intend to go ahead and petition now."
For a moment, Ian was quiet, his gaze still on the window. “I sensed something special with the two of you the minute you touched her. Is this something you see, Ran?"
"Yes ... well, maybe. I'm having a little trouble with clear visions right now."
"Maybe?” Ebony brows shot up. “With you, there are usually few maybes. Are we talking about Septinium?"
"You feel it too, don't you?"
Very slowly, the other man nodded, his dark eyes unreadable. “I have a bad feeling in my gut. Death. It's as if I can smell it. I don't have your damned gift and I am glad of it, but I have good instincts when it comes to battle and it is as if a cold finger is running up and down my spine."
"That same skeletal finger invades my mind."
"We shouldn't go."
"No, probably not. There will be death. The question is ours or theirs."
"Theirs, certainly.” Ian looked grimly certain. “Even if we perish to the last man, theirs also. It's a promise."
"A dark as hell one."
"This is a dark mission."
"Except for the girl.” Ran gazed at her lovely face and the graceful lines of her half-nude form. “She's an unexpected ray of light."
"You want to breed with her, so I'd say you certainly do feel that way.” Ian cocked a brow. “What would happen if one of us also wanted to father a child with our lovely human?"
"You would have to wait your turn."
"You wouldn't object?"
"I am not allowed to claim her completely, you know that. Just the child.” By law, she belonged to the government. Her body could be loaned out for breeding, but with children born to captives, the babies were always put in the care of their S-species fathers. The mothers could be bred again to anyone who submitted for a human carrier and was approved.
"She couldn't carry my child.” Ian said it with quiet practicality. “I was so large my S-species mother had difficulties. As it is most crossbreed offspring average close to twice the size of a normal human child and the females have to give birth surgically. Even if their remarkable vaginas could stretch enough, their pelvic area isn't designed for our size. I would never consciously endanger her life."
Ran recalled clearly how slim her hips had felt in his hands, but the system had been in place for decades and most females carried the babies without too much trouble. “I am only average in height and weight for our kind. In my case, she and I should be able to breed successfully and without danger to her."
"And so quickly you have decided you want her to be the one to share your genes?"
"Yes.” It wasn't easy to explain, so he didn't try, but let the confirmation stand alone. “I'll send the official request tomorrow. The doctor can reprogram her microchip on the journey home."
After her capture and the subsequent physical examination and tests necessary to make sure she qualified for both sexual service and breeding, Jerra had a microchip inserted in her back just below her shoulder blade on the left side. The device controlled her hormonal levels to make sure she did not conceive during the course of her duties, or menstruate, which would be inconvenient. The embedded chip was permanent and would be used throughout her life to control her fertility. It could be reprogrammed in seconds, and when the mission was completed, she was already scheduled to be switched into a breeding cycle on their way home.
Ian still gazed through the window. “Wait until we're close to home to get her pregnant, if you don't mind. I'm sure Larik feels the same way."
Ran smiled wryly. “I thought somehow you both would ask me to delay the period when you wouldn't have any accessibility."
"Hell, yes.” Ian chuckled. “How could you blame us?"
Since he had never enjoyed sex so much, he understood their point of view.
He couldn't wait to see her start to swell with his child. During gestation, he was the only male allowed to be with her, and he intended to make the most of that time.
If he lived to see it.
Chapter 5
The corridor was long, the lighting subdued, and Jerra felt a little self-conscious as she walked along. One on either side, Ran and Larik flanked her much smaller stature, and behind her, she could feel Ian's massive presence as he followed.
As an escort, she supposed it was probably fairly impressive.
She heard the music first, a faint wash of sound in the normally oppressive silence of the big ship, punctuated by a hint of laughter. When Ran scanned through and the door opened, she saw the large crowded room with a feeling of trepidation, but he took her arm and urged her through, and she stepped inside.
Instantly, almost everyone in the room scrambled to their feet, staring at her.
No, she realized, not at her, but behind her to where Ian towered over her diminutive human height. He said coolly, “At ease."
They relaxed, sank back down, and that was when their interest
ed stares actually transferred to her. Through the sea of males, her entourage led her to a table and politely waited as she sat down. Immediately, a waiter arrived with several bottles and glasses, and slowly, the conversation and music resumed.
When they had suggested she hadn't left the room in weeks and asked if she cared to accompany them to the recreation area, she had jumped at the chance. But she hadn't thought about the fact it would be mostly soldiers, or that everyone would be curious to see the human female who was assigned to please the three most important men on the ship.
"Everyone is looking at me,” she muttered, taking a sip from her glass.
"Of course.” Ran looked amused, the low lighting gilding his chestnut hair and handsome face. “Males like to admire lovely females and you are more noticeable than most."
"We're showing you off,” Larik informed her with his irresistible grin. “It's a bit arrogant of us, I suppose."
"My officers claim I'm more relaxed than usual.” Ian poured himself a glass of the sweet wine she had grown to like. “Now they will know why."
"Why aren't there any other women here?” She glanced around, still saw she was the center of attention, and flushed.
"There are a few S-species female officers.” Ran looked bland, lounging in his chair as he gazed at her. “The captives don't normally have time to relax often. Remember, there are only three of us and we keep you busy enough."
It was true. She rarely had much time to herself and though she had lost track of the passing days, Ran had told her they had been out now two of the three months it would take to get to their destination.
"You said it was getting monotonous to stay in our quarters all the time.” Larik generously filled his glass.
She had, but, despite the unfamiliar music playing and the clink of glasses and low hum of voices, it was still another room filled with men who looked at her with only one thing in mind. “I admit I didn't expect to be of such interest."
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