Her pussy clenched at the erotic images flooding her mind and she felt a gush of dampness between her legs. Rhom’s eyes flashed and she knew he’d picked up the scent of her heightened arousal.
“We hunger to taste your juices.”
Blunt. Raw. His words rocked her to her core. She understood this time she was the one in control. If she as much as inclined her head a fraction, she’d be taken in ways she never dreamed.
Heart pounding, Cass let go of her fears and inhibitions and took a deep breath. Inhaled the seductive pheromones of the twin warriors before her. Welcomed the savage thrill they sent coursing through her body.
“Yes.”
Rhom moved almost before the word had left her mouth. Still on one knee, he lifted her and laid her with her bottom at the edge of the bed. He ran his hands up her lower legs and shifted them to rest on his shoulders with her knees wide apart. Then he locked his huge hands around her upper thighs and lifted her hips off the mattress. Completely open to him, she couldn’t close her legs, couldn’t slide away. Being restrained, knowing that ultimately she was still their captive, gave her a shocking thrill. She was at their mercy.
Rhynn got on the mattress and bent over, his face right above her pussy. He inhaled and then gave a primal growl low in his throat, a deep rumbling that sent a wild shudder through her.
“Your scent bewitches us. It is like nothing we’ve ever experienced.” He slid his hands over her breasts and down her stomach, stopping just above the nest of curls surrounding her pussy. Everywhere he touched, her skin came alive.
“And this patch of hair. So soft.” He ran his fingers through it, grazing her clit with a fingertip.
She gasped and jerked. Rhom tightened his hands around her thighs, holding her in place. “We will not harm you. But to bring you to the height of ecstasy, we will take control.”
His words were a hot bolt of lust, rocketing straight to her core. She let out a tiny whimper when Rhynn began playing with the curls around the lips of her pussy.
“You see, Brother, how her juices glisten here. This hair holds the scent of her arousal, draws us to the treasure hiding beneath.”
Rhynn’s fingers parted the curls and Rhom dipped his head. He drew in a long breath. She felt him exhale, sending out a wave of pheromones. Tiny bursts of heat danced over her pussy.
Rhynn’s fingers roamed higher, honing in on the hood of her clitoris. He stroked and teased her there, until the tiny bud swelled and grew. Rhom bent forward and touched the tip of his tongue to her throbbing clit. She let out a tiny whimper. He licked up and down once, ever so slowly.
She felt Rhynn’s fingers spreading her apart for his brother, then Rhom’s tongue flicking back and forth. Drowning in sensation, Cass bucked wildly. Rhom’s hands tightened around her thighs, holding her there, legs spread wide apart. The demonstration of their mastery over her body made her pussy clench, setting off another gush of slick fluid.
Rhom growled and buried his tongue in her slit. She screamed. He started plunging it in and out, using his hot tongue like a cock. She reached down and grabbed his head. Rhynn seized both of her wrists in one hand and pulled them above her head. With his other hand, he trapped the bud of her clit between his fingers and stroked it.
Cass moaned, unable to move. Unable to stop them. She struggled. Four hands tightened their grip. Confirmation of her powerlessness ignited the fire inside her to a raging inferno. The world around her contracted, then disappeared. All that existed were that tongue and those fingers and her pussy and her clit.
The orgasm ripped through her. It went on and on, pouring over her in giant waves. Faintly, from far away, she heard screaming, then realized it was her own.
Rhom backed away and she sagged against the mattress, still trembling. Rhynn took his place. He fastened his mouth over her clit and started sucking on the swollen, throbbing nub. Cass whipped her head from side to side. “No please no no more I can’t take any…any more…more oh yes more yes.”
She came again. A vicious climax, mindless and frantic. While she was still gasping for breath, Rhom rammed two fingers deep into her dripping pussy. She convulsed, squeezing around them. Rhynn drew her clit into his mouth again, licking and sucking, while Rhom pumped his fingers in and out of her sheath. Thrusting deep and hard.
“Your pussy is so hot. So tight. I can feel it pulsing around my fingers. You’ve needed this for so long. Come now, sweet Cass. Come for us.”
Her third orgasm welled up from deep inside. Taking her higher and higher still, until she was swept off the peak and went whirling into the void.
When it was over, Rhynn lifted her off the bed, carrying her in his arms like a child, and followed his brother down the corridor to a door next to their sleeping chamber. Still trembling from the intensity of the experience, Cass closed her eyes and rested her cheek on his chest. She was drenched in their pheromones. Satiated, yet craving the closeness.
Rhom laid his palm on a sensor pad and the door slid open. Another sleeping chamber. Rhynn laid her gently on a thick mattress.
“When you wake, we will have the android see to your needs. Bring your clothes and your books and any items you select from around the ship to adorn your surroundings.”
She tried to take in the room, but the intensity of the experience had drained her. “Adorn my surroundings,” she repeated drowsily. “I’ve never thought about adorning my surroundings.”
“You are beautiful, Cassidy Randall. You should be surrounded with beauty.” He sat down on the bed and laid his palm against her cheek. “Thank you. You allowed yourself to trust us tonight, despite all we’ve done to you. We treasure the gift of your trust. Bringing you to gratification gave us as much pleasure as it did to you.”
She felt languid. Almost drunk, like she’d been once her first year at the Academy. His comment struck her as comically absurd. “Really? As much pleasure as you gave me? Well you boys must be feeling pretty damn good right now.”
She giggled, then slapped a hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I said that. I can’t believe how slutty I acted either. Letting two huge aliens do all those naughty things to me, begging you both not to stop. This isn’t like me.” She gave him a suspicious frown. “Did you slip me some kind of drug?”
“It is the gyron.” Rhom sat down on her other side and took her hand in his. “Tharan males naturally give off the chemical, which becomes more potent when we are aroused. It has an intoxicating effect on our females when we mate. Increases their desire as well as their satisfaction. Apparently, it has a similar effect on female Earthers.”
Cass sighed in relief. She wasn’t going crazy after all. Her body had been reacting to the substance from the beginning. It was comforting to know she wasn’t the only one affected this way.
Rhynn smiled, the first genuine smile she’d ever seen on his face. “I should warn you - once they’ve experienced it, our females do their best to arouse us even more in the future.”
She giggled again. “Can’t blame them for that!”
They stayed by her side. Bringing her down gently. Calming her, caressing her until she drifted off to sleep.
Cass sat at the console, her mind drifting as she listened to random snatches of transmissions from the ship they’d begun tracking. The Tellex chip streamed the seamless translation to her brain and she tuned in and out, like she’d done at the Academy when boring Admiral Tessen delivered a lecture.
When she woke up this morning, whatever spell they’d bewitched her with had been broken. She was wracked with guilt and shame. Cass prided herself on being in control. She’d always been calm and rational, never allowing her needs or emotions to overrule her analytical brain. At the Academy those qualities allowed her to rise through the ranks and become one of the youngest commanders ever of an Interstellar Federation cruiser.
But last night, she’d tossed aside every tenet on which her life had been based. Ignored her good sense and surrendered. To her captors. To her frantic hunge
r. To raw lust.
These aliens are dangerous, her mind warned.They turned you into a shameless slut. Sucked away your will.
Now, back on the bridge, Cass drew in a deep breath, infused with their intoxicating gyron. Oh yeah, they sucked me good, she argued back. I hope they’ll do it again tonight.
Her pussy spasmed at the thought, sending a tiny aftershock coursing through her body. Across the room, Rhynn lifted his head, met her eyes, and smiled wickedly.
Rhom
“It’s the Luna.”
Cass spoke so calmly her words didn’t register at first. They’d been tracking the pirates for weeks, ever since they left Euxcelon. Going from planet to planet, always one step behind. It was only when Rhynn dashed to her side and enlarged her screen to overlay the huge window on the front of the ship that he realized they’d finally found their quarry.
“You’re certain.” It wasn’t really a question. More of a flat statement. Rhom studied the star chart while waiting for her response.
“I know my ship.”
“How long will it take to reach her?”
“At the current velocity of the Luna, if you run this ship at maximum speed, it will take two days.”
He gave her a sharp glance. The Gemini was already operating near its limit. He knew her well enough by now to sense there was something more she wasn’t saying.
“Go on.”
Cass took a deep breath. “If we maintain our present course heading, we’ll be within range of the Luna’s tracking program in seventeen hours. Magnus is no fool. No doubt by now he’s heard rumors of Tharans asking questions about him and his crew at every port in the galaxy. The Luna has highly advanced identification protocols. My ship can monitor all your internal transmissions, even eavesdrop on this conversation once we’re within range. If the pirates suspect the ship heading toward them is yours, they’ll probably engage the Luna’s hyper-space drive, rather than do battle with a vessel this size. The Gemini is built for long distance travel, not high bursts of speed. You can’t come anywhere near the Luna’s velocity. By the time we reach their current position, they’ll be halfway to the next solar system.”
“You’ve known this all along.” Rhom tamped down a flash of rage, struggled to keep his tone even. Ever since the Bonding, he and Rhynn had trusted Cass implicitly. Could they have been deceived by her after all?
“Yes. And I’ve come up with a plan. I didn’t want to tell you until I had all the details worked out.”
“What is this plan?” This time he didn’t hide the anger.
“You maintain your current heading and speed. I go after the Luna – in one of the rapid transit cargo haulers you carry in the hold. When I get within range, I can transmit my access code to override the ship’s controls. I’ll bring the Luna to a dead stop and seal off the bridge. When you get there, you’ll be able to walk right on board.”
“Impossible.” Rhynn was shaking his head. “Those cargo haulers are built for droid crews. They have minimal life support capability, only enough to keep the temperature far enough above absolute zero so the droids can still function. If you didn’t run out of oxygen, you’d freeze to death within a few hours.”
“Even if we could find some way to modify one of them, the Luna would pick you up as a life form on its routine scan of the craft,” Rhom added. “They’d blast you out of the sky before you got near enough to take control of the ship.”
Cass shook her head. “Not if I didn’t register as a life form. Everything about the Luna is high tech, including its crew. All seven of us underwent climatic bio-modification before we embarked. We volunteered to go on a voyage of exploration, knowing in advance there‘d be no way to predict what kind of conditions we might face. My crew members and I can survive whether we’re forced to land on an ice planet or one covered with active volcanoes.”
“We’ve also learned to control our bodily functions,” she went on. “If I’m exposed to frigid temperatures for a prolonged period, I can put myself into a state of semi-hibernation. My core temperature drops, my heart rate and respiration slow to nearly unreadable levels. In a routine life form scan, I’ll be undetectable.”
Rhynn looked skeptical. “How do you come out of this hibernation once you’re near the ship?”
“I use the same technique ancient Buddhist monks did back on Earth. A thousand years ago, they learned how to bring their heartbeats nearly to a stop. I’ll be in a meditative state, controlling my alpha brain waves all the while. I program my brain in advance to resume normal bodily functions at a set time.”
“Absolutely not!” Rhom exploded. “We will not allow it! We are the warriors. Tharan males do not put their mates in harm’s way.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her.
“My brother is right.” Rhynn, usually the more reasonable twin, crossed his arms and glared at her too. “We will find another way.”
“I’m not your mate and you don’t have the right to tell me what to do,” she snapped. “I’m Commander C. B. Randall of the Interstellar Federation. That’s my ship out there, my crew. And I intend to get them back!”
Rhynn shot his brother a dark look. “You see? I told you we should have Mated with her.”
“Unlike you, I prefer to make decisions with my big head,” Rhom countered.
“As for you, Starship Commander…” He turned to Cass. “Surely you are familiar with the chain of command. You are no longer aboard the Luna. My twin and I are the officers in charge on this ship. I suggest you keep in mind your freedom is completely in our control. We still have the vela and the harness. Any more insubordination and we will put them to use again.”
Cass
Males were the same everywhere in the Universe. Pigheaded and stubborn.
“It’s apparent you have no more need of me here,” she shot back. “I’ll be in my quarters. Let me know when – or should I say if – you come up with a better plan.” She stormed off the bridge with as much dignity as she could muster.
Once out of their view, she balanced first on one foot, then the other, as she slipped off her high sandals. Barefoot, she raced down the corridor to the cargo hold. She had a moment of panic when a pair of androids came around the corner. They looked just like Rhynn and Rhom. But she knew instantly they weren’t the real twins when her clit didn’t start tingling.
Damn gyron! She dragged her mind back to business.
The brothers had given her a tour of the ship shortly after they released her from her cell. She’d had dozens of technical questions and they took the time to answer each one. She saw them exchange a look a few times, as though amazed an Earther, a female Earther, would know enough about the operations of a complex piece of machinery to come up with all those questions.
She’d told them from the beginning she was Commander of the Luna. Apparently it hadn’t sunk in. The realization annoyed her. Sometimes they acted like they believed it was anatomically impossible to have a pussy and a mind.
Five rapid transit cargo haulers sat empty on the loading platform in the cavernous hold of the ship. The twins had loaded only the supplies necessary to sustain life for a skeleton crew on a two-year voyage, leaving the hold nearly empty. The area was deserted. Androids made a routine supply run to the hold after every sleep cycle. By the time they came back again, she’d be halfway to the Luna.
Cass got into the cargo hauler closest to the exit portal. She knew she wouldn’t be able to leave the Gemini undetected. As soon as she opened the portal, an alarm would sound on the bridge. But she’d be rocketing into space before the twins could stop her. She set her course and engaged the automatic exit protocol. The cargo bay door opened. Seconds later, she shot out into the void.
The haulers were built without windows, since androids had no need of a view. Nor did they have any amenities for passengers. During transport runs, the androids secured themselves with the rest of the cargo. Cass laid down on the floor in the empty hauler and wrapped a set of the thick straps around her
body, wishing she’d had time to change into something more practical. She had on the turquoise gown again. It had become the twins’ favorite. They insisted she put it on when they left her bed this morning.
Over the last few weeks, the twins had gone from being her captors to being her sensuous but firm masters. They took possession of her body, made pleasuring her together so intoxicating that being in bed with the two of them together no longer felt wicked or wrong. They brought her to orgasm over and over in ways she never dreamed of. Afterwards she’d reach out and stroke them both at the same time. Teasing, tempting, reveling in the knowledge she was driving them as wild as they’d driven her. She’d take the cock of one twin in her mouth, licking and sucking until he came while the other buried his head between her legs, driving her to the peak yet again. Then they’d change places.
They pleasured her with fingers and tongues until she was limp and sated. Somehow, they instinctively knew what she needed. Sometimes they’d be tender and sweet. Other times, most times if she were honest, they were savage and stern, taking command of her body. Building her hunger until she was frantic for release, keeping her at the edge until the powerful thrill of their mastery sent her skyrocketing over it.
But though she ached to feel those thick hot cocks inside her, they never fucked her. The night they came to her together, they said they’d wronged her and needed to make amends. See to her gratification, without a thought for their own. Now she wished she’d told them their debt had been paid. Told them how desperately she wanted to make love with them, feel the pulsing of their cocks deep inside her when they reached climax.
The thought popped into her head, startling her. She wanted to make love with them. This was more than mind-blowing sex. She loved them. Loved them both.
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