by Sara Fields
“Please,” she whimpered, all her thoughts centered on the place between her legs.
“Has anyone ever touched you here before, human?”
She shook her head, hardly able to concentrate on anything but his touch and her desire for something more. Her entire body hummed with electricity and her hips rocked back and forth in tune with his movements.
“Oh, God,” she said softly as he teased her, dragging his rough finger across her clit, over and over. Her body felt like it was flying, every nerve burning with desire.
She shuddered, leaning forward, finding that her knees were weak. She hung from her bonds as her muscles trembled. He didn’t say a word, but continued to torment her, taking complete control over her body with nothing but his fingertips.
Moaning, she trembled with anticipation, so aroused that her every thought was focused on her clit, on the feelings swirling around in her head and the intoxicating passion that was coursing through her veins.
Her muscles quivered and tightened as the rubber band inside her snapped and she screamed with pleasure. Every nerve pulsed and throbbed and she collapsed forward, her limbs complete jelly. She hummed with desire and moaned as her orgasm rocked her.
She sighed, overwhelmed by her passionate reaction, yet she could feel her blood begin to boil once again.
“She is a greedy one, brother, stealing her first orgasm,” Draego murmured, and he took her nipples between his fingers, beginning to squeeze harshly. She cried out under his powerful grip.
“A good bride is a wet bride,” Bruddis smirked.
Draego’s hold on her breasts tightened. Her body tender and vulnerable, she whimpered as it began to hurt, the pain intermixing into something pleasurable and painful all the same. When he finally let go of her hard and sensitive buds, she cried out as the sting radiated from her nipples outward and heading directly for her throbbing clit.
Bruddis moved directly behind her and lifted her high off the ground. He held her around the waist while Draego spread her legs wide. Draego looked down at her pussy then, scant inches from his face, and she shivered with shame as he studied her. Leaning downward, he met her eyes as his tongue slid out from in between his lips, and she shuddered with her need and desire and insane curiosity. She felt powerless to fight her craving for more.
The very moment his tongue made contact with her clit, she felt as though she saw stars. Shuddering with pleasure, she leaned backwards against Bruddis as he claimed her lips and devoured her in a kiss so deep that it left her drowning in pleasure.
The sound of a belt coming undone didn’t worry her; in fact, it excited her even more. She looked forward through hooded eyes and vaguely recognized that Draego was lowering his pants and she moaned with excitement.
His cock bobbed forward and her hips jolted in his direction, almost like her body was calling for him to take her, to fuck her as though she were his. He was long and thick and she yearned to feel him between her legs as he claimed her.
The thought shocked her.
She was a virgin. No man had ever touched her like these men were touching her. Somewhere in her mind, she felt like she should protest, fight back, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She wanted it, needed to be taken hard.
The crowd around her roared their approval as Draego pressed up against her, the head of his cock smoldering as he pushed against her entrance, wet with her arousal. He gripped her hips as he began to slowly slide inside her. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest, her breath a heavy pant as she moaned, her pussy slowly stretching open for him.
“Please.”
She felt him pause, felt him encounter the barrier of her virginity, and she whimpered.
Bruddis wound his arms around her and toyed with her nipples, distracting her. He kissed her neck and she lost all semblance of rational thought.
Draego’s hips surged forward and he broke through her barrier in a single motion. She screamed with an odd sense of desire and pain that quickly dissolved into only pleasure.
“Shh, human. It will be alright. Relax and let your future husbands take you for the very first time,” Bruddis whispered, his breath hot on her cheek. His voice was even more intoxicating, and she felt her body respond to him, obeying and submitting to his every word.
Leaning backwards, she kissed him hungrily as Draego began to move between her legs, his cock guiding in and out of her pussy, and she groaned, completely overcome with the enormity of being fucked by a man for the very first time.
Her pussy clenched around his girth and something deep inside her clenched hard, her desire mounting once again. Unable to fight, she gave into that passion and arched her back, taking him deeper than ever before.
He increased his cadence, fucking her harder and deeper, claiming her as his.
Behind her, she felt Bruddis begin to move, supporting her with one arm while he undid his own belt. Draego leaned forward and gripped her around the waist.
“She’s ready, brother. Her blood is responding to us, making her receptive toward the first sacred mating,” he whispered softly, and she furrowed her brow for a moment, wondering what he was alluding to.
It didn’t take long for Bruddis to ready himself and the two men tipped her forward. Bruddis gripped each side of her bottom and spread her cheeks, nuzzling the tip of his own cock against her rosy bottom hole.
Holy shit.
They were both going to fuck her at once.
She panicked slightly before her arousal got the best of her. Draego kissed her then, swallowing her whimpers as Bruddis pushed into her tight entrance. Her bottom clenched, fighting the unnatural, shameful intrusion, but still he continued.
Bruddis stretched her bottom wider and she shuddered at the burning, stretching sensation as the tip of his cock finally breached her tight rosette. He urged onward, his great length claiming her as his until she felt his balls press up against the sensitive cheeks of her ass.
Draego’s tongue danced with hers, his cock caressing her pussy as he pushed in and out of her. Bruddis slowly slid inside her bottom and she keened with the pleasure, shame, and burning pain of it.
She should be embarrassed of her wanton behavior, but she couldn’t bring herself to be. With thousands of people watching two strange men take her virginity and fuck her bottom, she should be wallowing in shame, but instead, she just wanted more. In fact, as she looked out at the crowd, watching the looks on their jealous faces as she moaned in pleasure, she grew wetter than ever.
Two cocks stuffed inside her. Two men taking what was theirs in front of everyone watching. Her nipples peaked and her pussy surged with wetness as they began to fuck her without mercy. Flesh slapped against flesh, and she screamed with pleasure.
Her wrists bound over her head, her pussy and asshole claimed by two men, and her body writhing with desire as thousands watched, her release claimed her completely, her passion so overwhelming and intoxicating that she felt like she was going to combust.
Brilliant white light blinded her vision as she screamed with pleasure, her orgasm taking over every single one of her senses. Her nerves blazed hot, the bonfire within her burning so fiercely that she felt like she would go up in flames at any second. Her muscle trembled and quivered with the power of her release and when the men groaned beside her, her passion rolled into a second, more powerful orgasm.
Their hot seed painted her insides, marking her as theirs and theirs alone, once and for all. She was theirs and they were hers.
And everyone watching could see it.
She kissed one and then the other before her world faded into blackness, exhaustion taking her completely.
Chapter Two
Jada shifted slowly, feeling the tendrils of sleep leave her as she gradually began to awaken. Had it all been a dream? A delicious, sexy, and completely fucking arousing dream?
Lying there with her eyes closed, she felt the softness of a feather mattress beneath her, the silky feeling of satin sheets and fluffy pillows propped behind her
head. A gentle breeze, likely from an open window, flittered across her cheek, and she shivered from the unexpected chill. She definitely wasn’t back in her cell at the detainment center.
She tried to take stock of her body, testing to see if she felt sore in any way from the events of her dream. Her limbs felt languid, but nothing else alerted her that anything had happened. Blushing, she recalled how she had reacted, screaming with pleasure at having her pussy and bottom claimed by two strangers in front of an audience of thousands of people.
It must have been a dream, she thought. The effects of whatever that doctor had injected in her arm, she was sure of it.
A crazy, embarrassing sex dream. That’s all it was. It had to be. A hallucination, maybe?
Finally finding the courage to open her eyes, she gasped upon finding herself in an opulent gold and burgundy room. She was lying in a bed made of gold, surrounded by silky blankets and what seemed like an exorbitant number of soft pillows. It was a bed large enough to accommodate several people. Extravagant carpets hung on the walls, along with great swords, staffs, daggers, and paintings that took her breath away. Some of the scenes on the woven rugs and beautifully painted canvases pictured massive dragons; some red, some purple, and others blue or gray.
Where was she?
Her mind felt foggy, but she racked her brain and finally remembered that the warden mentioned the name Draegira. After a long fuzzy moment, she began to piece everything together. From her studies, she hazily recalled that it was a planet in the faraway Canis Aquarii system. It was a place shrouded in mystery, with whispers of terrible creatures and even bigger beasts cloaked in lore. It was also rumored that mythical creatures like dragons inhabited the planet, but she hadn’t believed a word of it when she had first read it.
Biting her lip, she lifted herself off the bed and wandered to a nearby window. What she saw was a world encased in fantasy, a magical city made of bright white stone with architecture that reminded her of the fabled cities of the elves. Every block of each building seemingly had a purpose, both in art and design. The city flowed over rolling hills, surrounded by tall mountains off in the distance.
Far away, high up in the sky, several large objects flew around one of the snowy peaks. Narrowing her eyes, she bit her lip in confusion when she realized that she couldn’t quite make out what they were. Planes, maybe? No, that wasn’t right.
The shapes soared around in slow, peaceful circles, swooping up and down and flapping what looked like massive wings. She couldn’t tell if they were some sort of large bird or something else; some sort of spacecraft, maybe?
With a shiver, she also realized that she wore what appeared to be a fur mantle, only she was entirely nude beneath it. Her nipples peaked and she grabbed the edges of the fur and dragged it closed, covering up her nakedness as quickly as she could.
The sound of a footstep brushing against the hardwood floor behind her caused her to jump and she whirled around, gasping out loud.
Holy shit.
It was the men from her dreams. Blue-eyed Draego. Bruddis’ red irises.
She swallowed heavily, suddenly finding her mouth very dry.
It couldn’t be real, could it? She couldn’t have been fucked in front of thousands of people by these alien men, right? It was just a dirty dream. There had to be some sort of explanation. Her mind reeled with possibilities, trying to come up with some sort of explanation that would explain why her pussy was suddenly wet and achy, why she yearned for them to take her again in the same way as before, and why she wanted to be theirs and only theirs.
For heaven’s sake, they’d fucked her ass. And she’d enjoyed it!
Bruddis narrowed his eyes as he studied her while Draego appraised her from head to toe, his icy glare leaving her little question that he was used to being obeyed.
“Open your mantle and show us what is ours, human. Show us what we have already taken before our people, what we have claimed in the sacred mating ceremony,” Draego commanded, his tone firm.
Only he hadn’t really met the real Jada yet, only dream Jada. Sure, he’d fucked her when she’d been chained to a pole and crazy with lust, but now that she was entirely coherent, that was another story.
Confused, angry, embarrassed, and not about to listen to a single command the men gave, she shook her head. It couldn’t be real. It had to have been a dream.
There was no way. Maybe she was still asleep. She would have to pinch herself to make sure it wasn’t real.
“Not a fucking chance,” she growled courageously, standing up straight and lifting her chin with pride. She wasn’t about to shame herself and show a pair of strangers her bare physique and definitely not a second time, if that dream had been real anyhow. She aimed to keep it that way until she found the man she was meant to marry.
“Such disgraceful language from a lady, Bruddis, wouldn’t you say?” Draego muttered with a shake of the head. “It’ll never do if we bring her out in public.”
“It would be wise of you to obey, human. You won’t like the consequences. Disobedient wives are firmly disciplined on our planet and you would be wise to remember that,” Bruddis warned as he shifted his fiery eyes to his brother.
“My name is Jada, not human,” she retorted, “and I won’t show you anything. I won’t allow you to lay eyes on my nakedness and that’s that. And I’m not your wife. I never agreed to such a thing.”
Draego exhaled, his jaw tensing with obvious irritation. He pushed his sleeves up on either wrist, exposing corded forearms that flexed when he tightened his fingers into fists. Jada began to feel nervous all of a sudden as he peered back at her. With a heavy sigh, he moved in her direction and she took a hesitant step backwards.
“I had hoped the reception of our bride might go better than this, but I’ll take the honor of bringing our naughty human in hand for the very first time. Why don’t you take a seat, Bruddis, and watch?”
“Sure, but I call the next one. I’m sure this won’t be the last time our feisty bride-to-be will need to be reminded who is in charge,” Bruddis smirked and took a seat in a nearby leather chair. He crossed his legs and took a sip from his tankard once again. His eyes darkened and Jada grew even more anxious. Her stomach rumbled nervously.
Draego stalked toward her and she tried to move away, her bare feet finding no purchase on the wooden floor beneath her. He backed her into a wall before his arm swung forward and gripped her wrist. He pulled her toward the bed then and she was powerless to escape his grasp, his strength much greater than hers. She whimpered, unsure of what was happening.
He sat down on the bed then and reached forward, deftly untying the lace of the mantle around her throat before she could even think to react. In the span of a moment, he had thrown the fur to the floor, revealing her naked body to both his and his brother’s view. He pulled her forward and she hurtled over his lap so that her belly pressed against his knees.
Tipping her further forward, he placed his leg over the backs of hers, effectively locking her into position before she had the forethought to resist.
“What are you doing,” she shrieked, wriggling her body to try to escape. She couldn’t even kick, he had her locked into position so tight. She jumped when he laid the roughness of his palm against her bare, vulnerable backside and then stilled, her mind racing with possibilities of what was about to happen.
Her breasts pressed into the bed beneath her and she felt her nipples harden. Her thighs trembled with nervous excitement and she felt herself flush as her pussy clenched. She was wet. Ashamed, she hid her face in her hands, knowing he could probably see the evidence of her arousal on her skin. His fingers trailed up the back of her thigh, dragging along the lower curve of her very naked and very exposed backside.
“Jada, my tiny human bride, you are no longer on Earth. You’re on the planet Draegira, a place that handles their women far differently than you’re probably used to. Here, women obey their men, and when they don’t, they are punished, regardless of t
he audience,” he explained.
“What are you going to do?” she asked hesitantly, sorely regretting her momentary sense of bravado. Her bottom tingled.
“You’re getting a spanking, naughty human. You will obey me when I command it, else you’ll be punished,” he replied, and she renewed her struggles, pounding her fists on the bed beneath and trying to twist away, but it was hopeless. She wasn’t getting away from the massive alien’s strong grip.
“Keep it up and Bruddis will use his belt on your sorry bottom when I’m finished,” Draego warned. She stilled at the seriousness of his voice. She’d seen women given spankings before at the detainment center and wondered what it felt like, if it hurt, if they liked it, if she would enjoy such treatment. Whenever she’d heard the sounds of flesh smacking flesh, she had looked out her cell window, watched creamy white skin turn pink and then red as the women were punished, and had felt her body come alive.
Now that the possibility of getting her own backside disciplined loomed over her head, she was much less intrigued and quite a bit more alarmed.
“I don’t want the belt,” she murmured softly.
Draego patted her bottom with his palm. She flinched, not knowing what he was going to do next.
“Good. Then behave and take your punishment like a good bride-to-be. I’m going to make sure you never use such language in our presence ever again. Now lift your bottom and ask me to discipline you for being so naughty, human,” Draego said firmly, and she couldn’t help but shiver at his command.
Her mouth felt like cotton as she began to speak.
“Please punish me for misbehaving,” she said as quietly as she could. Hesitantly, she lifted her bottom just a hair, having come to the conclusion that she really had no choice in the matter. She was about to get her first spanking whether she liked it or not.
Her backside clenched nervously.
His palm left her sensitized skin and she froze.
Smack.
The sound was loud and it took a long moment for her to realize that he’d actually spanked her. The sting of the slap didn’t even register in her mind until a few seconds later, when the second and third spanks had already descended on her bare ass.