by Amanda Milo
He slams into me hard enough to make my ass cheeks feel spanked. Tranq isn’t normally an aggressive lover, and I wonder if the presence of another male right beside him, even closer than Avox has ever been when Tranq and I couple, is driving him to claim me more roughly.
I’m not complaining.
There isn’t one part of me that’s complaining.
Although, the begging whimpers I’m trying to stifle sound like I’m being tortured. My fingers splay, my short nails digging into the soil, releasing the smell of crushed greens to my nose as Tranq uses me for his vicious pleasure. That Tranq is treating me roughly excites me; he feels wilder—is wilder—with me than ever before.
Grunt, grunt, grunt, slap!
I wasn’t expecting Tranq’s hand on my thigh. He has never been one to dominate me this way and the unexpectedness of his wild reaction makes me shout in heated surprise.
“Shut up,” Tranq growls, and the fire that’s been licking at my belly ignites in a blaze.
“Ohhhh!” I cry, a thousand nerves lighting in a dazzling explosion. My insides clamp down on Tranq’s thick length, making him curse and squeeze my breast and clutch my hip as he stiffens—then he’s pounding into me with rapid-fire strokes that have my forehead digging into the ground until my chin touches my neck—and he bellows as he comes.
“Shit, be a little louder. I don’t think the kids all heard you yet,” Avox murmurs from his cage, his cock hard as he watches us.
“Sorry,” Tranq pants, sliding his hand up and down my back.
“Do you hear them?” I whisper to Avox. “Did they wake up?”
Tranq holds his breath and we all listen, even Keeper—but the sound deadening quality on the inside of the family sleeping box is exceptional for largely this reason, and Avox lets out a relieved breath. “Not a peep from them. They’re still out cold.”
Tranq sinks on top of me, relieved.
Keeper kills his relaxation by whistling instructions: ‘Sit up, pull out, pinch the sleeve at the base of your length’—and he also reminds him to keep it on himself until he’s well away from my body.
“How’d you like it a little rough?” Tranq asks me, his breathing returning more to normal.
I’ve crumpled to my side, my pussy feeling licked by the cool drafts of air where my wetness has seeped over my labia and upper thighs. “I loved it,” I assure him, my eyes warm on his.
He grins. “Thought you’d like that. That was me pretending to be Avox. I think I played him better than he plays himself.”
“Fuck off,” Avox’s voice floats over.
Tranq wheezes a short laugh.
“And Tranq, how did you like playing Avox?” I tease.
“Keep it up,” Avox warns. “When I get you back, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t remember his name.”
Tranq pretends he doesn’t hear him, scratching his chest as he answers my question. “I feel a little used,” he tells me, but before I can worry, he grins. “But Keeper can use me with you any time.”
Keeper reaches down for my elbow, helping me up, and Tranq pretends to help too, but he fondles me more than anything, making Keeper chuckle and brush his hand away before guiding me to follow him.
He takes me to Kory’s door and gestures for me to go inside.
Kory meets me, his hands cupping around my face, his mouth taking mine in a bruising, possessive kiss.
He pulls back, his palms skating down my arms until he’s got my elbows trapped in his grip. His gaze is locked on mine. “That kinky fucker knows what he’s doing.”
“Thank you,” Tranq says, lying on the grass on his back, just feet from the door. He’s hard again already, and the sleeve is gone, discarded beside him.
“I was talking about the alien,” Kory says, eyes darting to where Keeper watches us from behind the panel blind. “Do me a favor?” he says, gaze flitting back to Tranq. “I want to pretend you’re not even here.”
“Best of luck with that,” Tranq says, wrapping his fist around his swollen length, pumping it as he gazes at my profile, sending me a lazy grin.
Kory growls and uses his hold on my elbows to drag me further away from the front of his cage. He tries to draw me right into his sleeping box but Keeper whistles, “No.”
Kory freezes and then bares his teeth.
I try to soothe him. “Kiss me.” When he still stands rigid, I get up on my toes and tilt my face to his. “Please, Kory.”
At me using his name, Kory spins us so that his back is to everyone, blocking them from his sight—and thanks to his big body, they’re blocked from my sight too.
He roughly plants his mouth on mine, devouring my lips. He releases my elbows only to grab me by the shoulders and drive me down. Thinking he wants me to give his penis attention with my mouth, I reach up for it, but he catches me by the fingers, and instead, he drops down onto his back beside me.
He orders, “Get on my face.”
My mouth drops open. “On top of you?”
Kory’s head tilts. “Have you…” He sees the stunned wonder all over my face and his grin is triumphant and blinding. “Thank fuck I can do something for you that no one else has yet. Come here, Theresa.” He smooths his palm up my thigh, the friction from his calloused skin exiting all my nerves. “Lift this leg for me, and put it here,” he taps his ear.
Careful not to knee him in the head or anywhere else, I tentatively mount his face.
“That’s it,” he praises. Then he uses my Keeper-given name, whistling it so perfectly I can’t mistake his use of it. It’s a term used to praise a woman for behaving commands like a lady, and it’s never, ever been applied in such a dirty way. It shouldn’t, but it makes my body even hotter. So does his next order. “There’s a good girl. Come on, get that pussy up here so I can taste it.”
His words cause a flood of wetness and my thighs instinctively try to close—which only makes Kory more elated. “Mmm, you like dirty talk? Too bad my mouth’s going to be too busy eating all your honey to shock your pretty little ears.”
I gasp and clutch onto his hair when he begins to eat me out. I’m afraid to hurt him, so at first, I try hard not to move on his face, but his hands stroke up and down my buttocks, lifting and adjusting me and then bouncing me—encouraging me to move. To use him for my pleasure.
I love this.
He pulls back with a long lap from my inner lips to my clit, and says in challenge, “Dance on my face. Come on, Reesa.”
“Damn, that’s hot,” Tranq offers. “We’ll have to do this next time, Theresa.”
“I get to do this to her next,” Avox snarls. “Keeper—please?” he asks.
Kory’s eyes, molten with excitement, turn to twin pools of black rage.
I squeak and grip his hair, thrusting forward until my body rocks my clit into his nose.
“Oh!” I cry breathily.
Kory’s hand smooths up my spine, his touch hot and heavy as his tongue laps perfectly right at the spot I need him. I babble about his greatness at this, meaning every word, and Kory forgets Tranq and Avox and eats me like a starving man as I sob and writhe, perched above his mouth.
I come twice and I’m yelping in pleasure, begging to be released from the grip of Kory’s hands at the same time I’m begging for him to finish where he’s building me up for a third go when I hear a loud metallic snap and my collar strains at my neck.
“Awww,” I whine, my body humming, my insides fluttering, begging for more from Kory than simply his tongue.
Kory stops lapping at my slit, his chin so coated in my juices he’s been sliding against me with every pass—and he sees why I moaned sadly. He sees Keeper above me, above him, and he goes still as a stone statue.
Keeper tugs on my collar and orders me out.
I almost gaze up at Keeper sadly, but he wouldn’t tell me to follow him unless he meant it. And I have gotten to cum my brains out. It’s Kory who didn’t get to finish-finish.
“Sorry,” I whisper to Kory, and on sh
aky, useless muscles, I try to rise off of his face.
“NO,” he snarls, flipping me to the side—carefully—and rising over me.
Keeper draws on my collar again, tensing my neck, shocking a surprised exclamation out of me—not because it hurts, but because I’m unaccustomed to being treated like this. Normally, he’d simply reach for my hand and pull me to my feet. With Kory being possessive, I guess he doesn’t want to risk getting that close and would rather lead me out the least hands-on method available.
At my cry though, Kory is incensed. “Let her,” he snarls, “THE FUCK! GO!” He grabs the chain of my finely made collar where I’m clipped to the lead, and he snaps it.
“Fee-bee! Reeep!” Keeper whistles sharply, a demand implicit in the sound. “Come out now.”
Tranq sounds worried. “Theresa? Come on, baby. Keeper sounds upset.”
“No, dammit!” Kory contends, hauling me back by my hips.
“Hey, asshole!” Avox shouts, and I’m worried our girls will hear him, or worse, this spectacle with me and Kory. “She’s getting punished for you holding her up! Why don’t you let her go to Tranq? Keeper gave you an order.”
For Avox to be the voice of reason during any sexual encounter is pretty shocking.
More shocking is how Kory snarls into my shoulder, folds himself over me, his chest shoving down my back and suddenly, his cock is forcing its way between my swollen, excitement-soaked lips.
I mewl into the moss pillowing my face. In this moment, I don’t care that Keeper wants me out, and that my mates are trying to help me leave. Kory’s penis is perfect—thick, hard, long, and hungry after he worked so hard to excite and pleasure me.
He’s sex-starved and excessively worked-up, panting and grunting my name under his breath along with phrases I can’t make out, shaking my body with the force he’s using to ram into me, and I’m blissed right out of my mind.
...And he explodes inside me so hard that my orgasm is triggered and fed along by every one of his hot expulsions. His cock bucks and spits inside of me, making me bite my lip in ecstasy and pleasure.
Keeper whistles in praise to both of us, and when I sluggishly roll my neck, I catch him setting two treats down near us before he backs out of the pen and locks me in with Kory.
Kory’s fingers grip my sides tighter. “That wily fucker,” he mutters in horrified awe.
“Squishing me,” I wheeze as his weight relaxes on top of me.
“Shit. Sorry.” He rolls us over so that I’m on top of him, looking down at him from the vantage of his wide chest. My nipples perk up as they graze against his chest hair, and I try to ignore the reaction as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
He gazes up at me, nonplussed. He draws a long, thin fern stem out of my hair. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
“You didn’t want this.”
The corner of his mouth kicks up, all ruefulness. “I wanted you though—damn, you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted… just want you. You’ve been driving me crazy since we first met.”
I scowl down at him skeptically.
Seeing my expression, he winces. “I know I was an ass, but it’s true.” His eyes beg me to believe him. “When you stepped inside my cage that first day, you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and whatever you were wearing was designed to make a male want to bend you over and fuck you until the only arms you’d ever want to be in were mine.”
His thumb brushes over my lower lip, and the playful side of me makes me tap it with my tongue, enjoying the way his pupils dilate. They’d just started to shrink back enough to see the green of his irises. His gaze fixes on my teasing mouth, but he keeps sharing. “And believe me, I’ve wanted to cum inside you and mark you as mine.”
He presses his lips together and smooths them over my forehead before he explains softly, “What I don’t want is to curse yet another baby with my genes.” His arms tighten and his forehead comes up to touch mine. “I also don’t want to leave. Like I’ve said before, once your keeper has what he wants from me, I’m gone.” His jaw muscle flexes. “I’ll never get to know the child we create together.”
The horror of this has me planting my lips over his, a comforting touch. A sorrowful meeting of my mouth to his.
That’s what I intend.
Instead, the innocent kiss incites Kory to kiss me back with force. He takes over completely, albeit slowly. But he gets hungrier and hungrier, until we’re sharing breaths and he’s growing hard against my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
His fingers wrap around my back, his thumbs fitting into the indents of my pelvis and easing me down until we line up. “For?”
“I was trying to comfort you,” I tell him.
His strange brows draw together, and he gapes at me. “That was comfort?” He rolls his eyes, and to himself he mutters, “No wonder you’re normally kept on suppressants. You’d have a dozen kids otherwise.” His hand snakes in between us, and he notches himself at my entrance. “Ready for more?” he asks, his eyes both grim and heated.
Rather than answering him in words, I spread my legs to welcome him into my body, and he enters me in a slow, slick glide that has my eyes falling shut and my mouth falling open.
Kory takes advantage and steals my lips again.
His hands slide up my back, rubbing my shoulders, before languorously stroking down either side of my spine. He gently begins to knead my body even as he pumps up into me.
This time, when he comes, it’s not frenzied. It’s the lovemaking I’ve become accustomed to with him, what I’ve come to enjoy with him, and it leaves me feeling closer to Kory than ever before.
The thought that he’ll be taken away overwhelms me with sadness.
When Kory feels the burning heat of my teardrops seeping against his skin, he flinches and raises my head from where I’ve hidden my face in his throat. “Hey, what’s the matter?”
“I don’t want you to go,” I say through my tears.
Kory swallows, and the rims of his eyes redden. “Me either.” He wraps me in a hug, his body still connected to mine, our fluids sticking us together, and our sweat drying rapidly, making me feel chilled even in his warm embrace.
“Talk to me,” Kory whispers.
I shake my head, unable to speak.
“Fine. Then I’ll talk.”
I like the sound of this, so I nod, my nose brushing up and down by his flat nipple, making him jump and swear. His thumb swipes the spot, bumping my mouth. “Fucking tickles,” he explains, then out of nowhere, he says, “I’m surprised you’re not covered in tattoos.”
I raise my head to stare at him.
He shrugs. “This is me making conversation. You have a topic you want to cover, feel free to jump in any time.”
When I still only stare at him in consternation, he drops his arm over his eyes, chuckling under his breath.
“Why,” I ask, “would I have tattoos?”
He raises his arm slightly, peering at me from under it, checking to make sure I’m serious. “Keepers freaking love to tattoo us. Where did you come from?”
“I came from a herd owned by a Whistler.” I shrug, not able to narrow it down more than that. “We called it Cherry Tree Farm, not that anybody knows what Earth trees really looked like anymore, but the fruit the trees produced was small and magenta and sweet.” I lay my cheek over Kory’s heart, soaking up the way his fist tightens possessively in my hair. “The keeper there was a good keeper too...” I share, trailing off for lack of anything else to say.
Kory uses his hold on my hair to raise my head, turning me to look at him so he can search my eyes. “That farm and this place are the only two facilities you’ve ever lived?”
“The only two places I’ve ever been,” I confirm, tucking my hands up under me—with the secret benefit of warming my cold fingers on his chest.
His skin jumps and he covers my hand with one of his own—and h
ow he can be so hot when he barely wears anything at all is a complete mystery unique to the male body that I’ll never understand.
Once my digits are thawed, Kory compares the size of his hand to one of mine, murmuring, “I’ve seen humans tattooed from head to toe, and I don’t exaggerate when I say that. They’re living canvases for alien art. Pretty much the same with hair alterations. Extensions, or shaved in patterns—they love to design everything about us.” He frowns. “Your fighter hasn’t told you about this kind of stuff? He would definitely have seen this. A lot of fighters are marked.” His gaze travels in Avox’s direction, probably wondering why none of us, not even Avox, are marked or adorned in any way.
“I guess Keeper likes us as we are,” I say with a small shrug.
Kory’s gaze locks on me like he’s memorizing each and every one of my features. “I like you exactly as you are too, Theresa.”
He flips me under him, his mouth covering mine to catch my startled scream. Then he claims my body, hot and rough.
***
Dawn is touching the fountains in the garden when Kory’s chin drops heavily to the top of my head, my hair pillowing his face. Softly, he asks, “Do you know that other planets have outlawed the breeding of extreme Ornamentals?”
I reach up and stroke his jaw, which has some serious spines and quills trying to come in. I feel like my thighs are raw from where his shadow of facial hair scrubbed my skin off.
As I wriggle my loose-limbed body that’s been languorously licked to orgasm—repeatedly—I make zero complaints.
On top of me, Kory goes still—but he lets me explore his features.
I slide out from under him and sit up, and when he doesn’t snap at me, I put my other hand on him, learning the feel of his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his chin. I take his jaw in my hands and look deep into his eyes. “I’ll talk to Keeper. I’m going to ask him to let you stay.”
Kory’s gaze goes flat. “You can’t be serious.”
I draw back. “Why wouldn’t I be?”