The days became less stressful in one way and more so in another. Maya went outside to the light. She was tired of staying in their house.
“Maya, do you hear that noise?”
“Yes.”
“That is an alarm. It is saying someone is going into the wrong area. You are in the wrong area.” Sterling informed her from the door. “Darla, alarm off.”
“But I want to be out here. I need the sun, the air. I need to do something.”
“You have been doing something.”
“No, something real, not watching pictures and listening to a voice.”
“There are rules to the outdoors that I’m sure you didn’t have. The sun is very damaging.”
“I will not melt,” she replied defiantly.
“And you will not argue. I will explain things to you, but you must obey me and come inside for now.”
“I do not want to come inside.” She looked longingly at the outdoors. As Sterling started in her direction, she ran through the open areas and into a wooded area. Wonderful. She heard Paxton’s voice. It seemed to come from everywhere.
“Maya, I know you want outside. We need to educate you on the limitations.”
“I do not understand your words. I will return after I have some time to breathe.”
His voice turned as dark as a rainstorm. “Part of the assimilation in this house, with our woman, is she learns to obey us when we say something is not safe.”
“This is safe.”
Her gentle Zander’s voice permeated the air. “Maya, Sterling and Pax said you need to learn certain rules before you are allowed free rein outside. They have been patient. If I must find you, there will be consequences.”
“I do not know your words.” She spoke into the talking watch awkwardly.
Pax’s voice spoke again, and she could hear him near her. She went in the opposite direction. “Punishment, Maya. We will punish you if you do not stop.”
A shiver of fear flowed through her and she hesitated. “Gotcha. Too late now, my baby badger.” Zander said with a devilish grin. “You have not been a good girl.”
“No, I don’t want to go in. I don’t want you to punish me. Please, do not hurt me.”
Zander stopped and stared a moment. Paxton came from the other direction followed by Sterling. “No one will hurt you in the way you fear. Frustrating you works just as well.”
Pax nodded to Zander. “Looks like our baby badger needs to know this is unacceptable behavior. Keeping her safe is not a game. We expect obedience. I think, we show her a little edge play.”
“Perfect.” Zander eased her dress up over her head.
“Nothing more than edging and no bringing her home until she has understood we are not negotiating.” Sterling declared. “I get top.”
“Maya, we will touch you until we think you can’t handle the pleasure we give you. That will be your punishment,” Pax said.
“I do not understand you.”
“I know,” Paxton said as he helped her lie down, “but you will.”
Sterling kissed her lips then moved to her breasts to strum her puckered nipples, watching them draw tighter. Zander kissed a line to her curly topped pussy, diving in to taste her goodness. Pax scooped some of the cream already seeping onto her pussy. He smeared it around her backdoor to give loving. As the men played Maya, she moaned, whined, tried to move into a position to give her better direct contact, but they kept her just outside of satisfied, stopping whenever needed.
She screeched, yelled, begged, cried, and once she could feel the violent ache overcome her, she gave in to them. That’s when they each entered an eager opening with a finger, a tongue, it didn’t matter, they all breached her at the same time. They mimicked the mating rhythm sending her into orbit. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. The smile she gave them was blinding. Each man endured their own pain from her punishment, but they would cross that bridge on another day. Spent, she rolled over on the grass to sleep but her men didn’t let her.
“Back inside. Any naughty woman who doesn’t obey her men do not get to do what they want.”
Maya, recovered from her punishment, stomped towards the house. Her outraged behavior was met with Pax’s hard as iron hand on her bottom. She ran the rest of the way.
Things were slow and much quieter after the outdoors incident and there was a discernable routine of sorts that comforted her. Her men touched her more often and that made her happy and wet. They did not claim her though or even go to the extent they had when punishing her. It worried Maya that she was missing out on some clue that would identify what she should do to fulfill her purpose. She had to earn this life with her men. Where was her family? Could she find them? Could they find her? Where was the coyote? The shaman? Did he follow her and if so, was he also captured? There were no more nightmares, but her unease was increasing. Maya wanted to go outside again, be free again.
“I feel trapped. I need to go outside, Sterling.”
“Well, my love, things will soon change. As soon as I’m sure you won’t disobey our instructions, I’ll send you outside.”
“Finally. I understand the grass and trees, birds and wildlife. This place is like a cave with windows you look through but do not open. That is not enough for me.”
“I’ve been studying your culture and I understand. You’re used to being outside in most weather. We’ll get there. But you must mind us. Tell me how things are better today than the first day here?”
“There is food I like to eat—different than the first day. I’m happy to be with the first man in my dreams and now all of you but in the beginning, I was too frightened to think this could be right. I thought I would die the first day I arrived. Everyone was so strange, so cruel. You’ve shown me that those in this place are not hurtful. Only where they captured me.”
“I’m sorry they tried to force you to do things you didn’t understand and that they hurt you. We spend our days protecting you and your gifts. We promise never to allow any cruelty in your world if we can help it.”
“Except when you punish me.”
“Well, in a way I guess that is true. But the power to avoid that is all yours. Now let me explain about other things in the time you’re now in and the dangers outside our compound should you venture out alone.”
That night she fell asleep on the floor where she’d rested since coming to this strange place. She needed to be there. It was more natural. As she was relaxing in her sleep, the dream came crashing in and she could not climb out until it was complete.
The coyote slipped into her house, tripping her as he entered alongside her. He appeared docile, like a domesticated dog. When she sat, the coyote was at first curled at her feet as she worked. When a knock on her door drew her response, she rose to answer. He followed, weaving in and out of her steps, causing her to stumble. He snarled and yipped as she continued towards the insistent knocking. Eyes glowing yellow-green, teeth bared, he stalked towards her, taking menacing steps to get between her and the doorway.
He was trying to stop her. He didn’t want her to answer the insistent summons. It occurred to her that she had no idea where the coyote had come from or why she had allowed him to enter her room. It would upset her men. The coyote must be angry or threatened, or both.
It would have been easier to allow the visitor to go away, but they drew her to them, igniting her desire to let whomever was outside, in. She reached for the handle. The animal snarled ferociously. He leaped through the air for her. The door slammed against the adjoining wall, forced open by those outside. An electric blue ball of energy entered the room, then red, and lastly, a white ball, resembling the heat lightning that happened most days in this alien world. The men said it was summer. She believed good and evil were in constant battle. The energy was so strong, she could almost see its essence. That same essence filled the house with its spirit. It infused the house with violence, power, and something else, safety. Like controlled chaos, it was energizing.
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s quickly as the furious presence appeared, it vanished. And there was silence. The room was empty. Everything gone. No coyote, no sizzling, flashing forces of nature, no one in the doorway, nothing.
Maya jerked awake. Sweat coated her skin, and she was unable to escape the unforeseen source of danger in her dream. Her fear fueled her uncontrollable panic as she battled the bedding that tangled about her legs growing worse the harder she fought. Her terror of something unidentifiable engulfed her. No, someone. She could hear a raspy, deep calming voice, a far-off whisper that called to her, soothed her scared psyche. She couldn’t identify the source of the voice, but from deep in her soul she recognized it as safe. Slowly, the fight and fear slid away leaving her with the sensation of well-being, protection, and strength.
Suddenly, not only was the calm whispering engulfing her terror, but ghostly hands were on her body, touching her sensually, tenderly, even lovingly. Her body hummed with the touch and her muscles tightened, then relaxed only to do it again. She should fear them but instead, warmth permeated her being. Her core heated and her nipples puckered under the phantom touch. She’d never had a sexual relationship, some never did but somewhere deep inside, she knew she craved it.
Another who had kept silent vigil joined the ethereal presence in the room causing her pussy to slicken even more. Her breasts grew achy and heavy. There was an undeniable attraction she could not explain. She couldn’t see any faces clearly, but the men in the room seemed to draw her to them. They made her yearn for them. The guardian at the door was familiar, connected to the one who now teased her nipples. In her dream she wondered why it didn’t seem odd he was watching them. His watching excited her. Her control was slipping away.
“Please…” She did not understand what she was begging for but it was something she knew he could give her.
The form leaning over her solidified. She could see the ghost was a man with stern features, short, light brown hair, a defined, toned body, pale skin kissed by the sun and tenderness in his deep blue eyes. The man was a magnificent warrior. The man called Sterling. He rose over her in all his naked glory and in that second, she knew he would take her. And in the next second she almost begged him to hurry.
The watcher made himself known, Paxton. His voice was low and intense, but she couldn’t understand his words. He was no less magnificent than the man stroking her core, now dripping with her arousal. Dream walker Paxton had longish dark hair, longer than now, and his eyes were hazel, the ones that changed with his moods. They were almost gold. His coloring was most like her own. His chiseled good looks made her belly quiver. She reached her hand out to him as the demi-god Sterling hovered over her. He nodded to the guardian Paxton, who took hold of her arms and held them above her head immobilizing her but not harshly. That small act of restraint seemed to free her responses.
Another man took the guardian’s place at the door. The man Zander. She looked at his dark skin, dark as hers at the end of summer. His black hair and intense black eyes mesmerized her. His beauty was overwhelming. At this distance he, like the other two, had an impressive build that made him seem powerful, dangerous.
He was a little terrifying at first, but she knew him, even in her dream she could see his tenderness. Recognize his love. He watched as her mystical lover lowered himself, bringing his cock closer to her untried opening, touching her inner places with deliberate intent. Sending shafts of pure energy through her. She reached out her hands in her mind, calling Zander to where Paxton was. He came to her and took the arm closest to him and held it. They connected at that moment. All four of them were bound forever.
It took mere seconds to feel the tingling, aching arrival of her release. She couldn’t hear anything but the rushing of her blood in her ears. Couldn’t feel more than the heat and sizzle of her untethered pleasure. She was as vaporous as her companions, floating in the abandonment of her release.
Gradually, her surroundings took shape. Her breathing slowed, and all that was left was the residual muscle spasms in her bottom and her core. She had never experienced that before. But then, no man had ever brought her to completion. Her eyes flew open when she realized something was wrong. She was alone.
She looked around. Empty, gone, just as the earlier dream had been. Had she dreamed twice, layering one vision inside another? Her grandmother said wonderful and terrible things happened when one had nested dreams. What she had experienced in hers tonight was both terrifying and incredible. The room appeared the same as when she went to bed but there was a presence, not the same as earlier, but it was as though they left behind a portion of the men’s essence, her men, as if to protect her. Then a ripple of evil, a different feeling, came on the tail of these residual good auras. She shivered again.
Thinking back on the strange stories they told, she knew that the first one was about deceptive control, evil overshadowed that dream, but then came victory over that evil but at what cost? The second was… What? A claiming? Mating? Her men ruling and protecting? She knew men sometimes claimed their mates with animalistic intent. There was nothing gentle about their coming together. She’d never admit it but when a man showed any dominance in a situation, taking over in a difficult situation without asking permission, it made her insides turn to jelly.
She also knew many expected a woman to give over her will to her husband but not all men wanted or cared about that. Tonight, that was the feeling she had when the three men were in her room, in her dream. They would handle anything that happened, and her job was to do as they said and let them get on with it. But give them total submission, give herself to three of them? How could any woman, human or not, do that? And yet, her dream showed her it was possible.
But if she stayed with them, and they had told her earlier today that she would, she wouldn’t feel so alone or vulnerable. Surely, the shaman would not bother her here even if he found his way to her. Those sexy strong men looking so capable and dominant would be her shield as they had been in her night visions.
Her magnificent stallion, dream Sterling, evaporated from her mind, along with the impressive guardians. The bedding hit the floor just before Maya’s feet did. She stood for a moment to steady herself and firm up her legs, weak from tensing so hard during her release. Can you peak due to a dream? She must have for she needed to clean up. Her dream was a premonition and as real as her release was, she couldn’t wait for it to happen in the flesh. She was as afraid of the mastering as much as she longed for it. If these men claimed her she’d never be able to go back to her people. She’d be as Lakan would have made her, shamed. If, however, she accepted her purpose as it had been shown to her, accepted her men and her life, then there was only shame if she rejected that which was her fate. She must decide. Now.
Chapter 7
Life had settled down. There were less fearful times for Maya, except for her nightly visits by what she described as evil. He worried she was still afraid of them because she rarely spoke in the beginning. She was subdued and withdrawn when she was tired or uncertain, but that had changed in the right direction after the incident outdoors. It was easier to entice her out of her cocoon.
Paxton had returned to working on expanding the next chapter of his book, The Reference Guide to Botanical Cures. By midafternoon, his brain was toast. He needed a change of activity. Scooting his chair back and holding the desk with his hands, he extended his arms and lengthened his reach. The satisfying sounds of stretched and popped kinks releasing continued as he shifted his large frame from his seat. It brought a grimacing smile to his face. He reached for his tools and headed for the botanicals he nourished with loving hands. His time there was like visiting an old friend.
He’d discovered texts that explained further uses and he was trying them now for efficacy. Nothing gave him satisfaction like working in his garden except doing it with Maya. Now, working with Maya and her impressive knowledge of herbal remedies and plant usages, Paxton had found an even deeper joy.
The compound was their safe place. No
w with the addition of Zander and his seminars at the universities, animal preservation and endangerment work things would be different but better. It was like he completed the circle for them, with Maya in the center. They had divided their out—of-town work schedules so one person would always be at home for their girl, unless it was unavoidable. Pax often stayed.
He didn’t want Maya in the city now, but they would have to integrate her at some point. She’d need a familiarity if she would be staying with them. It was like bringing a teenager into the bigger world after having raised her in seclusion. Only Maya’s challenges were even more dramatic.
Maya impressed Paxton with her understanding of plant uses. The more he learned about her culture, the less surprised he was, although still fascinated. This morning, after her lessons, Maya would show him more about how she used some of them. Pax shook his head at the incredible changes the last few weeks had brought them before he walked into the hydroponic room to check on his seedlings.
Zander
Zander walked away from the new arrivals pens where he checked for health and reviewed how they were integrating into their new home. The plan for each animal pair was to breed, observe, record, and breed again. Once they had two sets of births from one pair of animals, they could consider sending them to a larger preserve or keep them as part of his herds. He had his eye on one hundred acres on the other side of the compound. Possibly someday he’d be able to expand farther.
A hot shower, and thoughts of Maya, were calling him home. He couldn’t explain it because he was a cautious man when it came to relationships. He’d planned to stand back and watch how she did in the new environment. Now they’d opened the door with that punishment method the other day, the dynamics had changed. That resolve wasn’t holding up to the reality that was their woman. Maya showed strength of character, maturity, responsibility, and sex appeal. She’d slipped right into his heart with no resistance from him and his resolve. There was an innocence about her and yet, not.
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