by Terri Lane
There was silence for the longest while. No one spoke. Finally, Polina hazarded a glace up. Both males—the golden Dardassyian and the mahogany Artarian—were gazing at her with matching expressions of amusement.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Polina demanded. “And you—” she directed at Arryn “—why do you have that expression on your face? You don’t do facial expressions.”
Arryn shrugged. “I looked at Galen and his expression matched the way I felt. So, I thought I’d try it on for size.”
Polina was baffled. “What on earth are you two even talking about? Aren’t you mad at me? Don’t you think I’m a terrible person? Not only am I part of an evil government, but I cheated on both of you with one another.”
Galen sighed. “Polina, we know.”
“You know?”
“We know,” Arryn repeated. “We came back to the ship earlier and it was written all over my face—”
“His markings,” Galen explained. “Dardassyians are hard to read, unless you know what to look for. Then it’s like an open book.”
“Galen took one look at my markings and saw that I was in love,” Arryn explained.
“Wait, ‘love’?” Polina choked. “You’re in love with…with me?”
Arryn shook his head. “Not just me, Polina.”
She turned to the dark haired Artarian, who was gazing at her with something akin to embarrassment. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “I guess I kinda fell in love with you, too. It must be something about this stupid moon, I guess.”
Tears welled up in Polina’s eyes again and she angrily brushed them away with the back of her hand. “This is worse,” she moaned. “This is actually worse.”
“Polina, how is this worse?” Arryn asked, painfully earnest in his naiveté. “We both love you and we just promised to keep you safe. How is this a problem?”
“You’re—you’re friends,” Polina said, confused. “I don’t want to come between you. I don’t want to have to choose one of you over the other.”
For the first time since she’d known him, Arryn laughed.
“I’d forgotten how rigid Earthlings were with their ideas and rules about love,” Arryn said.
“What? Polina asked.
“Not every species mates for life, Polina,” Galen added. “Or even has one mate, one partner, at a time. You don’t have to choose if you don’t want to.”
Polina took a deep breath. “Are you saying that I can—that I can have both of you?”
“Yes,” both of them said, practically with the same voice.
“That is exactly what we’re saying, Polina,” Galen said.
“If you want us both,” Arryn added. “You can have us both. It’s entirely up to you.”
Polina knew exactly what her choice was.
There was a brief flurry of activity as Polina and Galen stripped the mattresses from the dormitory bunk beds and arranged them on the floor, making a space big enough for three bodies to do whatever them pleased. Meanwhile, Arryn disappeared into the storeroom and returned with a fistful of emergency flares.
“These aren’t exactly candles,” he said, lighting one off with a sizzle, “but they should serve our purpose.”
The flare gave off a red light, casting all three of them in a warm, decadent glow.
Galen smiled at Polina, then nodded his chin toward his friend. Polina stepped into Arryn’s space and quickly stripped him of his flight suit, leaving the taller, golden male completely nude. His cock hung between his legs, already half hard and heavy with excitement.
Galen was next. Polina fumbled with the buttons on his trousers and he helped her, quickly sliding his pants over his hips as Polina helped him shed his shirt.
When both males were naked—the muscles of their bodies glowing in the red light of the flare—they set to work on Polina, taking their time as they removed her flight suit, savoring every inch of skin that was revealed. When she stood naked in front of them, each dropped to his knees and pressed kisses against the softness of her stomach, worshipping the body in front of them.
Galen took the lead, kissing up her stomach and finding one full breast with his eager mouth. Arryn, an astute pupil, followed suit, cupping Polina’s breast in his elegant hand as he guided her nipple toward his hungry mouth. Galen matched him on the other side and Polina’s knees buckled with the twin pleasure of playful, teasing mouths nipping hungrily at her firm pink nipples.
She moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure and almost losing her balance. Polina clung to Galen for support, then Arryn, then Galen again, as they toyed and teased, urging her toward madness.
“Hold on,” Galen whispered as Polina wavered against him, her knees nearly giving out. “Lean against me now.”
She did, surrendering her full weight back against Galen’s strong body. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping one breast in each of his large hands. “I’ve got you,” Galen whispered into her ear. “I’ve got you, Polina. Now enjoy this.”
“Enjoy what?” Polina started to ask, then understood. Arryn was between her legs now, his fingers pressing into her, parting her damp folds as his tongue—his clever, eager tongue—lapped at her clit. Polina shuddered and would have fallen if Galen hadn’t been supporting her. He pulled her to him and she felt the eagerness of his erection pushing against the small of her back.
Mindlessly, she rutted back against Galen’s cock as Arryn worked a second finger into her, then a third. She was dripping with excitement now, the careful ministrations of Arryn’s tongue preparing her for what was coming.
Polina tossed her head as Arryn’s mouth continued to explore her, open her up. Galen caught her mouth with his, kissing her deeply with his probing tongue and sharp teeth as Arryn thrust into her with three of his long, clever fingers.
Finally, when Polina couldn’t imagine taking much more, Galen slowly lowered her to the floor, arranging her carefully on her hands and knees.
“Is this okay, Polina?” Galen checked, peering into her eyes.
She smiled up at him. “Yes,” Polina said, her voice hazy with need. “I want this. I want you.”
Galen knelt in front of her, cock in one hand while the other stroked her cheek. Polina licked her lips in anticipation, desperate to be filled. She whimpered and Galen finally gave her what she wanted, guiding his throbbing cock to her waiting lips.
His eyes flicked upward and Polina, turning her head ever so slightly, could make out Arryn kneeling behind her. There was pressure between her legs as he lined the head of his cock up to her damp entrance.
“Please,” Polina whispered. “Please, I need you. I need both of you.”
“And you’ll have both of us, love,” Galen murmured, stroking her hair as he held himself in front of her waiting mouth. “Arryn? Ready?”
“Ready,” Arryn said, and slid inside of her.
Polina gasped at the size of him pushing into her, but her gasp was stifled by Galen, who slid himself inside her mouth at the exact moment Arryn entered her from behind. Polina braced herself as her two lovers filled her, taking the pleasure that she was so willing to give.
She whimpered and gasped, trying to cry out in pleasure but too full to make any audible sound. Galen and Arryn found a rhythm as they worked her together, pushing her to heights of pleasure she’d never imagined. Polina wanted to tell that not to stop, to never stop, but she couldn’t form words. Instead, she pushed her hips back, impaling herself on Arryn’s thick shaft, urging him forward to speed and intensity beyond her wildest imagination.
Each thrust sparked something deep inside her, until Polina was overcome with passion. She came then, an explosion of pleasure from deep within her core, crying out at her release as best she could around Galen, who had reached his own zenith of pleasure and was holding himself firmly in her mouth as the waves of his orgasm swept over him.
Arryn had stilled behind her, his cock fully seated inside. He was shaking, trembling silently as he spent.
Polina
stayed still as long as she could, holding herself on her hands and knees as she and her lovers reached their triple climaxes. Finally, when she could take it no longer, Polina collapsed onto the mattresses, Arryn and Galen tumbling after her.
They slept there, a tangled mass of limbs until the flare had long since burned out and the bunker was plunged into darkness.
Epilogue
“So, what exactly is the plan?” Polina asked as she strapped herself into the taxi shuttle’s jump seat.
“The plan is—” Galen began.
“We go back to Dardassyius,” Arryn finished. “We get ourselves a bigger, faster ship—”
“—and then we travel the galaxy showing everyone we meet these vids,” Galen said. “Hopefully, we meet enough folks who believe our story and we can wake some people up about the true nature of the IA.”
“And if they find us?” Polina asked.
Galen shrugged. “We run.”
“If they threaten us?”
Arryn looked at her, blue eyes steely and his markings arranged in sharp arrowheads along his cheekbones. “We fight.”
Polina nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
In the cockpit, Galen flipped a series of switches and the shuttle lurched to life. Polina smiled as the little vessel took off, leaving their sanctuary moon behind them.
Somewhere, in the galaxy were people who would believe their story. People who would demand justice for the suffering of the Dardassyian colonists. They just needed to spread the word. It wouldn’t be easy and it might be dangerous. But Polina knew that, as long as all three of them were in this together, they had a fighting chance.
THE END
= Bonus Book 12 of 20 =
Galactic Forces:
Book 1: Warp Attraction
The heaviness of the room bore down on my shoulders. I stared at the stressed faces of Earth’s leading representatives and knew they were serious in backing what was just said. Not to come back from Bagar-1 without military aid. It was a tall order, but I was confident in my abilities to work with the Bagarian High General.
“I know how serious the Corsovian threat is and I won’t let my planet down,” I assured the table. The long oval conference table went on for yards, it held exactly fifty seats. When I first sat down I thought I’d slowly wither from the scrutiny of forty-nine pairs of eyes, but I was ready for the questioning. I understood that one of Earth’s highest hopes for meeting this invasion with a favorable outlook depended on me closing this deal.
“Well, I think we’ve all heard what we need to on the matter. Representative Horowitz, your Bagarian escort will be arriving in three hours. This council—all of Earth’s nations, are counting on you,” said my own Commander in Chief. With that the meeting was adjourned and dozens of security measures were taken to get the world leaders and representatives out of the Nations United meeting center. There’d been gatherings of people around the building for three days while the world watched and waited for a game plan in how Earth was to defend against our very first, and very real, alien invasion threat.
I was escorted by a Nations United security officer to a waiting car that would take me to the nearby spaceport. When the black SUV door was shut, I felt a pang in the center of my chest. Things had gotten surreal for me ever since I was chosen to go to Bagar-1. As a Nations United military correspondent I was often responsible for bartering aid from Earth’s larger nations. But that was only for reasons of aiding still underdeveloped countries. I’d never imagined I’d be sent into space to barter aid from Bagar-1.
The drive to New York’s spaceport was a short one. It meant I’d have a lot of time to worry about the various things that could go wrong on the three-day journey to Bagar-1.
“Miss Horowitz I’ll be taking you directly to the dock where your transport will be landing. There is a private waiting area attached for you,” my driver said.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling at him through the rearview mirror.
“If you don’t mind my asking, have you been to other planets before?” he asked.
“I’ve only visited the moon colony right after it was built. I haven’t been past it,” I said.
“Well space travel shouldn’t be so bad for you then. Now it seems like everyone is visiting Mars, the moon, or some asteroid. I remember when space travel like that was only on the movie screens. Now we have alien allies and Dubai on Mars,” he chuckled. I smiled, the driver looked to be in his early sixties maybe. Space travel had exploded as soon as the reusable rocket was perfected, then warp speed technology followed soon after.
“Will you ever visit outer space? The Earth cruises are really nice and affordable now,” I said.
“I don’t need to see what the planet looks like from space. I’m on the planet,” he scoffed. I couldn’t help my chuckle. There’d always be some old-fashioned people who liked their feet planted firmly on the ground.
“There’s nothing wrong with that sir,” I said. He flashed me a shy grin, then assumed his driver’s face again and focused on the road. We’d reached the spaceport and he simply had to drive around to the specific dock. I shook hands with my driver and he wished me good luck before I went to the waiting area. My luggage was already there from my hotel and all that was left to do was wait.
There was a huge viewing glass that ran the length of the room and I slowly paced in front of it, watching the sky until I spotted the huge black and purple spacecraft slowly dock on the landing pad. It looked a lot like the Milano from that old Guardians of the Galaxy movie. It was three times bigger though.
“Here we go,” I said to myself. I took a deep breath, then went to grab my suitcase handles. The docking entrance opened within five minutes of the ship’s landing and a procession of five men spilled out. Two were employees of the spaceport, and the other three were very obviously Bagarian. Their skin had a purple tint to it and they were in uniform wearing light grey slacks and a matching vest with ranking badges along the right shoulder.
“Representative Horowitz, this is Commander Knor, he’ll be overseeing your safe transport to Bagar-1.” One of the spaceport officials introduced me to Knor and two of the chief pilots of the ship.
“Rest assured Representative, you will have a swift and safe trip,” Knor said. He shook my hand and I looked up at his face for the first time. My eyes had been drawn to the platinum ranking badges on each of the pilots’ arms. I wondered how I hadn’t noticed how gorgeous Knor was from the moment they stepped into the room. He had perfectly defined cheekbones, a dimpled chin, and strong jaw. His eyes were an odd translucent silver color, but it wasn’t unlike the other two pilots. They had unique greyish eyes as well.
“Thank you Commander Knor, I have full trust in you and your crew,” I said, smiling. Knor gave me a dimpled grin and I caught a charming glitter in his eye.
“Allow us to get your things on board. The ship will take just a moment to be refueled,” he said. His pilots took my bags for me and I followed them inside after a deep breath. I had to keep focused on my ultimate goal, which was to get the help we needed to keep Earth safe.
***
Inside, the ship was spacious. The entrance led directly to a sort of common area. There were two large desks back to back. One had a hologram computer on it, the other was scattered with various data pads and had three seats pulled up to it. There were three doorways around the room.
“Directly ahead is the piloting hub. Through the left doorway is a hall that leads to a small cafeteria and a few of the bunkrooms. The right has more bunkrooms and escape pods at the furthest end of the hall,” Knor explained.
“This is our recreational area so to speak,” said Vero, one of the pilots. He walked over to a wall panel I hadn’t noticed before and slid it back to reveal shelving full of books.
“I think I’ll be fine for the trip then,” I said. I’d downloaded a bunch of movies to a flash drive so I’d be able to have some entertainment on the ride too.
“Allow me to show
you to your quarters,” Knor said. I nodded and followed him to the hallway on the right. It was the room closest to the escape pod bay.
“There are exactly enough escape pods for all crew and guests on board, so there’s no need for worry. That is, in the unlikely event that we run into trouble,” Knor said. He grinned at me again and I started to get the sense that he was quite the charmer. With a face like that, I was sure women often threw themselves at him.
Knor pressed his thumb to a small pad by the bunk’s door and it opened up to reveal a nicely sized bedroom. A full-size bed was in the far corner and by it a rectangular viewing window that was half the length of the bed. Across from that was a tiny reading area, it had one chair and small coffee table. Next to that was another door that led to a bathroom I assumed.
“You’ll need to program your thumbprint here so that you can get in and out of your rooms,” Knor said. I stepped out of the room and he gently wrapped his fingers around my wrist to guide my hand to the scanner, though I could have done that myself. I glanced up at him, not amused, but he wasn’t fazed by my expression. He simply smirked and then held my thumb to the pad until it was scanned and assigned to the room.
“Thank you…for that,” I said, my tone wry.
“Sir, the ship has been refueled, we’re ready to launch at your command.” Vero appeared and behind him a crew member with the barest of ranking on his sleeve came shuffling down the hall with my bags.
“Representative Horowitz, this is Rodin, you’ll see him scurrying around doing grunt work. He’s new to the crew,” Knor introduced the soldier and I gave him a kind smile.
“Thanks for bringing those back for me Rodin,” I said.
“It’s my duty Representative,” he said with pride in his voice. After he flashed me a smile and quick salute, he rolled my bags into the room, then hurried back down the hall with Vero.