“Our matra owns Pyloto Protection. Riodan and I work for her.”
She gave a shrug at the name adjusting their course. They entered the IGSH. This stretch had changed, not long ago when he had flown through it was chaos. Vehicles racing, darting around, accidents cluttered up the sides. Now, traffic flowed smoothly, the new beacons doing their job well. He heard several of the developers, including Ember’s parentals, of the new beacons were killed in a shuttle accident while testing them.
Zayda set the automatic pilot to the beacon for Zinthuria and then turned towards Piele focus shifting. “What is Pyloto Protection?”
“We provide protection services to dignitaries, celebrities, and rich people. We also develop security systems and have been known to take a few retrieval assignments.”
“Retrieval assignments?”
“Say that an item of yours has been appropriated by someone, usually Free Traders, we go in and recover your items.”
She snorted loudly, arching a brow at him. “Appropriated.”
“Okay, stolen.” He amended, amused.
“Ahhh, I see.” she nodded sagely, laughter dancing in her eyes.
“We will arrive on Zinthuria in approximately eighteen hours at our current speed, bearing any mishaps” She stood to leave the bridge. “Maud will alert us through the comms if there is anything that needs our attention.”
“Maud?”
“Oh, I forgot to warn you about Maud. Say hello Maud.”
“Hello, Maud.” Zayda rolled her eyes at Maud’s joke.
“Ha, ha you got stale jokes,” Zayda moved her hands onto her hips, rolling her eyes. “Maud is my very best friend. She is an X-MONT III sentient being that lives in Sparks Fly computronic system. She runs everything.” She gestured all around them to prove her point.
“Greetings Piele Pyloto. Lucky for you the background check that I ran on you came back clean and I don’t have to zap you or your bratha.”
“Well hello to you too, Maud.” He replied dryly. “I thought X-MONT III didn’t leave their home planet. Something about needing the electrical current in the atmosphere to survive?”
“Don’t try to butter me up. I am well aware of your elevated heart rate. The increase blood flow to your groin. The pheromones that your body is producing at an accelerated rate.” If a computer could sound teasing, this one would.
There was no way that Piele could stop from blushing. This was the price he paid for trying to outsmart an X-MONT III, especially one who made her home in the computer system of an XJT ship.
“Maud don’t embarrass the norm.”
“Hey, it is something he is going to have to get used to as your mate,” Maud dropped her bombshell true to her nature of causing conflict to observe the outcome, “Besides I am required to track everyone on board’s medical status. I am just making a comment on his abnormal readings in case medical interventions is required. His bratha is experiencing the same symptoms. It could be the start of an epidemic that requires the ship to be quarantined. As a matter of fact, as the medical expert, I recommend that Piele receive some mouth to mouth.” The voice had almost a soft purr to it.
Piele didn’t know what stunned him more. The knowledge that Zayda was aware that she was their mate or that he was receiving permission from her computronic to mate with her. He could get on board with that idea. Having one less obstacle in his way was a bonus in his mind.
He seized hold of Zayda, his mate. Piele glanced at Zayda anticipating disgust, or fear instead he saw a flash of desire before she turned to snap at her computer friend. “Thanks, Maud.”
His lips quirked, sometimes being proactive had its benefits. This was one. He didn’t even hesitate, he gently grasped her wrist, tugging her until she faced him. Cupping her face, he ran his thumb along her jawline, enjoying the smoothness of her skin and how beautiful the purple looked next to his gray. “You might want to breathe.” He whispered a hairsbreadth from her lips before his mouth gently closed over hers.
He anticipated stiffness, some reaction, instead she softened in his arms, leaning into the kiss. He pressed his body against her, she fit so right, his hands gently tugged her closer.
He started with one kiss, then another and another, finally he nibbled her lip running his fang over it getting a gasp of surprise. That was all the invitation he needed, his tongue swept in. He groaned when her tongue rose up to meet his prodding and probing, battling with his.
Her hands snaked up wrapping around his neck and holding him against her as she pressed harder. He could feel her nipples pressing against him, and there were suddenly far too many clothes between them. Reluctantly he pulled back, looking with pride at her bruised lips and the sexy look in her eyes that promised more.
She froze, startled. Despite the images dancing in her head of his body pressed against her, the reality was far better. His lips were soft yet firm against hers, demanding a response. She wanted more than a chaste little taste, the desire she had been tampering down flared up, she was ready to go horizontal and see what else Piele was capable of. Grasping his arm, she pulled him closer, wanting to feel his hard body. Oh, and was it delicious. She could feel the contours of his muscular body, power, hardness: desire.
He gripped her pressing just as hard against her, pulling her close and molding her to his body. She gasped softly at the feel of Piele’s body pressed against her. Perfection.
The clothes were too much, she wanted to see if his body looked as good as it felt, taste him, feel him buried inside her. It had been too long. She growled softly tugging at the buttons on the side of his one-piece jumper. Pulling it across his chest, exposing his smooth grey skin. Her hands touched his warm skin. Shivers through her hands and back up her arms. She was sure they were the cause of her brain short-circuiting.
The only thing she could focus on was her desire for Piele.
Zayda moaned as Piele’s hands moved, sliding up her body resting at the back of her neck. Slowly, his fingers dancing, he pressed against her, caressing her nape with soothing strokes that only inflamed her mating fire. She wanted to feel those hands on her body, touching her teasing her, taking her.
She felt the thin thread of control she had been maintaining since seeing this hot giant male fray, and snap as her body anticipated the feel of his hardness, desire won out.
Just his light touches on her nape were setting her body aflame as if he knew just where to touch to send delicious shivers of desire through her. She was positive that Piele’s simple touch wouldn’t be enough.
Piele must have developed the ability to read her mind, his mouth lifted from hers, his lips hovering. His tongue darting out to tease her with little licks.
Coaxing her.
Zayda’s lips parted, accepting the tantalizing little kisses that Piele was offering her. He tasted of the same exotic spices she traded for her beloved Barcalounger. Hot and spicy. He didn’t wait any longer to plunder her mouth. His lips dominated hers.
Zayda’s world exploded into a wealth of sensations. The touch of Piele’s lips against hers caused her to see stars. Tingles radiated across her nerves, alighting, each one them, her lips begged to feel more. The touch of his lips, all over her body, licking, touching, anything. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling it loose from the band that was holding it up out of the way. It flowed freely down her back, a black cloud of silk.
Sparks skittered across her skin as her body became aware of another pair of hands tackling the last few buttons on her jumper. Slowly the jumper was pushed down her shoulders exposing her hot skin to the rush of cool air. First one arm and then the other was released from the prison of her jumper. The warmth of Riodan’s hands gliding over her newly exposed skin caused sensual explosions in her mind. She was unable to focus on anything other than the distracting hands on her skin and the lips devouring her.
Her nipples tightened as two large hands cupped her breasts from behind, lips kissed their way down her spine. Sensation after heady sensation bombarde
d her body. Her passion raged hotter than an inferno on the planet Adreth as it orbited a red giant star. A volcano exploded in her. Heat and fire bubbled through her veins.
She burned from the inside out.
Her hands scrabbled for purchase at the heat pooling throughout her, her mind darting between the sensations of hands and lips, it felt like they were everywhere. Everywhere but the one place she wanted them, buried inside her.
“Mate,” she heard Riodan murmur from behind her. The word sending electricity through her. Strange but it felt so right. His lips brushed against her collarbone, setting her skin on fire. His hands slowly began skimming down her body, settling right above her hips. She felt him bend behind her, hands never leaving her body. Caressing and massaging her skin with gentle, teasing touches. His lips brushing against the skin of her hips right above the place his hands gripped her.
“Mate,” Piele echoed pulling back eyes clouded with lust. His wicked mouth trailed kiss along her jawline. Down her neck.
“Mates,” Zayda responded breathlessly. The word resonated deep inside of her. Like the Purple One’s divine hand had reached down and placed her in the path of the brathas. Tilting her head back giving Piele better access to the spot where her neck and shoulder met.
At her agreement, the brathas struck. Piele’s fangs pierced the skin of neck while Riodan’s fangs pierced the skin of her hip. Zayda screamed with the power of her orgasm. It rocketed through her when their fangs penetrated her skin, her mating fire burned so hotly that she felt like she was burning up from the inside out, a powerful mating bond snapped into place.
She laid limply in the brathas’ arms. Her legs too shaky to hold her weight. Her mind was adrift on a euphoric fog of sexual bliss. The orgasm did nothing to curb her desire, she still wanted the brathas planted deeply within her.
Riodan and Piele continued to stroke her as her chest heaved.
She was mated.
Chapter Nine
Riodan stood up from his kneeling position behind Zayda. With ease, he swept her up into his arms. The fire in his blood was burning out of control. He needed to consummate their union the instinctual drive making it an imperative.
“Which way to your quarters?” his voice came out practically a growl filled with need. He wanted to get her somewhere more comfortable, to continue their mating. He refused to take her on the floor of the bridge like some uncivilized animal. Those activities were best saved for their second day as mates.
When he received a summons from an unknown female to come to the bridge he had not expected to find Zayda and Piele in a passionate embrace.
His blood caught fire at the heat generated between the two of them. The crotch of his jumper pressing against his cock, blood rushing to the area. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep within Zayda's body. Soaking in her passionate heat. The desire only grew as she responded so desperately to their touch.
“That way,” she languidly gestured to a set of well-hidden doors he hadn’t noticed when he first entered the bridge. It may have been because he had been so busy focusing on his desire for Zayda.
Riodan had been brought up with stories of how the passion between mates could be all-consuming. He was trying not to revert to a primitive savage and give into his base urges to throw Zayda on a flat surface and fuck her into oblivion. He had a plan to woo her. To give her a chance to get to know the brathas as individuals.
Of course, all his efforts went out the window the moment he saw Zayda and Piele kissing. It generated so much heat. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Zayda lost in his bratha’s kisses. Passion covering her face. Her body pliant to his bratha’s touch. Her scent permeating the air. Self-control be damned he was going to touch her, taste her, and he did, she tasted as delicious as he had imagined.
He swiftly carried her across the room, pausing long enough for the biometrics to acknowledge her presence, opening the door for them. He glanced over to see Piele following closely behind them. Their eyes met. He noticed with surprise that Piele’s eyes were flickering between purple and black. A sure sign that Zayda was their mate.
Later when his blood wasn’t on fire for Zayda he would take the time to admire the view of space from her window. Right now, though, getting Zayda out of her clothes was his only concern.
Naked and spread out on the bed.
“Have you ever fucked a Pylotorian before, In ki'ichkelem puksik'al,” Riodan asked her as he pressed kisses against her mouth.
“No,” she kissed him back. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of them.
“What most beings don’t know about Pylotorians,” he explained, “is that our seed doesn’t come in until we mate.”
“Hmmm, like now,” she responded around the stroking of his tongue in her mouth.
“Our mate is very smart,” Piele responded to her.
He heard the rustle of clothing next to him. He saw Piele standing at his side next to Zayda’s massive bed in the process of stripping out of his jumper as Riodan gently laid Zayda down sideways on the bed. “Yes, our little mate is clever,” Riodan agreed. “And to ease the pain of mating our seed has a hormone in it that numbs and relaxes the muscle of your ass and pussy so that our large size doesn’t hurt you when we fuck you.”
“Mating is all about pleasure. A little pain can be enjoyable, but that is for later when we know each other and agree. Now, in the beginning, it is all about the pleasure and getting to know our mate.”
“I understand,” Zayda wiggled the rest of the way out of her jumper, Centering his attention firmly on her.
Purple flesh on display.
He quickly reached up, grasping the collar of his jumper, splitting it down the side. He didn’t care that he destroyed the garment in his eagerness to get naked. All that mattered was that his mate laying naked before him while he was still fully dressed.
Something he needed to rectify as quickly as possible. His cock grew harder as Zayda’s lust filled eyes lowered, locking on his thick grey length. It swelled, even more, when she licked her passion plumped lips, exploring his body with her eyes.
“By the grace of the Purple One, I just want your creamy thighs,” Piele quoted one of the treatises of the Purple One.
Riodan gazed upon their mate he completely understood the feelings overcoming his bratha.
A bold seductress worthy of admiration. Her long sleek limbs just begging to be explored. He felt the overwhelming determination to feel the silky softness of her skin against his hands again.
He knelt down on the bed next to Zayda with Piele kneeling on her other side on the bed. Riodan stroked his hand from the base of her chin, down between her breasts to the spot in the middle of her stomach. Slowly he followed the same route back up her body, watching fascinated as little shivers danced through Zayda. Her skin was silky smooth, trembling everywhere he touched. Riodan loved the feel of it.
He watched Piele spread her free-flowing tresses across the bed. Her hair created a beautiful contrast with the duvet. A sorceress tempting them away from the light of the Purple One into a forbidden realm.
Riodan continued stroking down her body, stopping to measure the weight of her full breast in his hand. He leisurely drew a circle around her nipple watching it draw up into a tight bud. His tongue reached out, flickering across it.
The moan of pleasure he elicited from Zayda’s encouraged him. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking the tight bud into his mouth where he laved it with his tongue. He felt her reaching up, hands burying in his hair, soft gasps escaping her as she arched into his mouth. He pushed her down with his hands, focusing on his task of pleasuring her. Erotic mews drifted from her. He glanced up at the soft pleading sounds.
While Riodan worked his way down Zayda’s body, Piele was hard at kissing her. Riodan’s lower position on the bed gave him a full view of the scorching kiss Piele lavished on Zayda. She arched up and only Riodan’s steady hands kept her down. The heat rolled off them to engulf Riodan in its w
ave.
Zayda’s hand tangled in his hair tugged at him, encouraging Riodan's mouth to give her other breast the same treatment.
“More,” she moaned against Piele's mouth.
Riodan didn't know which one she was talking to, but he was more than happy to oblige. The taste of Zayda’s skin on his tongue was delicious. He licked his way down her body. He was torn between tasting more of her and the musky goodness between her thighs beckoning him.
Licking and teasing. He answered its call.
Zayda’s body was spiraling out of control. Sensations bombarded her from all sides by the brathas. As Piele pulled back panting above her, she looked down her body to see Riodan between her legs, slowly parting them. She moaned, happy to spread them further, giving him better access to her pussy.
She felt the liquid pooling down below, she needed one of them, preferably both of them buried inside her. She arched towards Riodan, begging for his touch.
“You want to feel Riodan’s tongue in your pussy, don’t you?” She shivered at the unexpected question whispered in her ear. Piele's sex roughened voice so close to her ear excited her. “You want to feel his tongue stroking you up and down. Licking all of your juices. Sucking you.”
She whimpered. Piele’s explicit words tugged at her core, inflaming her desire. She screamed when Riodan’s tongue licked her pussy, darting in her dripping hole.
It was electric.
Her walls clamped down begging for more Riodan’s tongue as it stroked the walls of her pussy.
“By the Purple One,” she shouted at the sensations shooting through her pussy
“That’s it mate,” Piele encouraged her as he nibbled on her ear, whispering his naughty words into them, distracting her from Riodan’s tongue, his hands cupping her breasts, tilting her up so that she was leaning back against his chest, “Tell him how you feel.”
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