by Tahlia Black
Fortus took his leave early, but I couldn’t help but feel he was somewhat melancholy about it, his eyes having drifted far lower than my eyes on more than one occasion, his cock growing steadily bigger than both Tyrus or Stratus’s and just as pretty.
I wince again attempting to stand. Tyrus thrashed me well, it seems.
Stratus enters the room. “My, my, did I miss out?”
“Indeed, brother,” comes Tyrus’s sleepy reply. He lifts himself onto an elbow beside me, a finger stroking the soft hairs on my arm. “We missed you.”
“And Fortus?”
“Had other matters to attend to,” Tyrus replies.
“Rouse him,” smiles Stratus, “for I have important news.”
“Is it the Alliance?” I ask.
Stratus’s expression turns serious. “I’m afraid we haven’t yet heard of the fallout from the transmission, only that Alliance channels are heavy with congestion.”
Fortus appears in the doorway, rubbing at his eyes, his ample manhood swinging between his legs. “Did you summon me, brother?”
Stratus approaches the bed, drawing a curious box out from behind his back and unable to hide the wide smile that returns to his face. “For you, Nu’va.”
I take the box with trepidation. “What is it?”
Stratus is positively beaming. “Open it and find out, my love.”
The brothers gathered me, I open to box to reveal a golden ring, a sculpted mykantium emerald at its center.
I’m speechless. Finally, I find my voice. “Is this…”
“The mykantium from your necklace, yes. No longer will looking at it remind you of your father, but instead your vows to us.”
I look up with wet eyes. “This is a wedding ring?”
Stratus nods. “It is. What say you, Eve? Will you wed us? Will you let us breed and bed you, punish you and please you?”
Tears stream from my eyes, all the emotion of the last twenty-four hours finally catching up with me. I have lost one family, but I have gained another. “Yes.”
Tyrus cups his ear. “I’m sorry. Can you say that again?”
“Yes!” I laugh, looking up to the smiling faces of the three brothers. “Yes!”
I’m taken in their arms and lifted around the room, a playful slap on the buttocks by Stratus hinting at the celebration to come.
“Congratulations,” says Fortus, his thick arms crossed, unable to hide his own smile.
Stratus sets me down and stares into my eyes. “We must make preparations at once. There’s nothing in the galaxy quite like a Dothkhan wedding.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EVE
THE WEDDING DAY
“How are you this fine day, Nu’va?”
Stratus comes bouncing into my chambers.
“I am as well as can be expected on the eve of such an occasion, Master.”
He kneels by the side of the bath, hands over the coppery rim. His eyes fall to my partly submerged breasts. “What is it? Does this union trouble you?”
I hold my hand up in front of my face and watch as water falls from it like liquid honey. Fluid reacts strangely on Dothkhan. My skin is kissed by the firelight that flickers from the corner. “You know me too well, Master, but no. I am simply nervous about the wedding.”
He shakes his head. “There’s no need to be concerned, Nu’va. Tyrus and I will be right there, Fortus as well, to guide you and comfort you. As for the consummation of the marriage, I’m happy to rehearse that as much as you like.”
“It won’t be anything like the Ceremony, will it?” I don’t mean it sound accusatory.
“Given how wet your pussy was, I’d say you enjoyed the Ceremony, my love.”
“I did enjoy it,” I reply. “I’m simply not sure I’d survive another.”
Stratus takes my hand, his cornflower twined with my own. “I promised we would never let you come to any harm, and I will stand by that.”
I think of the mothership, floating somewhere above us. “But my father…”
“It is of no consequence. Security has been doubled, tripled, for the event.”
Stratus smiles, a smile I have come to love. “All I care about is you. We all do.”
I nod in quiet understanding. “Where are the others, Tyrus and Fortus?”
“Hunting, of course.”
I run my fingers over his chameleon skin. “And you stayed behind for me?”
“Is it so wrong I want you to myself once in a while?”
At first glance the three brothers would look identical to the untrained eye, but I have come to tell them apart. Even looking into Tyrus’s dark eyes now I can see that which makes him unique, the tenderness and kindness that follows him everywhere he goes. It is what makes his fiery transition in the bedroom so exciting.
He takes his leave, allowing me to prepare.
I examine myself in the mirror. Lush mocha hair washes around my shoulders, my skin pale and porcelain. From plump breasts my belly turns flat before it leads into my cleft with its jeweled lips as is the Dothkhan style.
It takes a herd of handmaidens to bring the wedding dress in. The embroidery is delicate, fine, a sea of white silk swimming through the air.
Everything is white – the stockings, the shoes, even the pins that are applied in great number to my hair.
“Am I to be a pincushion then?” I ask.
The oldest of them stifles a laugh. “Tonight, perhaps.”
They laugh until they see my expression in the mirror.
I stand and let them flit around me, primping and propping me up in the appropriate places. They smile, they chide. They do everything to reassure me of what a grand day and event this will be.
I see my father enter in the corner of the mirror. The handmaidens stand back, hands in their laps and eyes to the ground. A second later he is gone.
When I am dressed and proper, the handmaidens leave me alone in quiet contemplation.
I pull myself away from the mirror and stand in the center of my chambers. Outside, crowds are gathering, music swimming through the streets and frivolity in the Capital in full swing.
“My god.”
I turn from the windows to see Stratus leading Tyrus and Fortus into my chambers. Fortus closes the door silently behind himself.
I hush them over. “How did you get in? I’ve been told even Dothkhan think its bad luck to see the bride before she’s wed.”
Tyrus and Stratus pass a knowing look.
“We have our ways with the handmaidens,” smiles Tyrus cheekily.
They ring around me.
“You are, truly, a beauty that knows no equal.”
From other men, this compliment might seem insincere, but I know Tyrus would not offer anything of the like. He has always spoken the truth, all these brothers have, no matter how distasteful or affronting it may seem to me. That is the bond we share. We are one in all matters.
Stratus circles around me. “I still cannot believe the day has come.”
We are still comfortable in front of each other naked, but now it comes with an added tension, a tension that never fails to heat my sex.
There is a period of strange silence while we examine one another. Something passes between us I am unable to pinpoint.
It is new.
It is dangerous.
Tyrus fans the flames. He comes forward and runs his fingers over my bust. “Your husbands-to-be will be pleased,” he teases
Stratus comes beside him. “What man wouldn’t?”
Fortus is behind me. I feel a tug on the back of my dress, knots unravelling.
I play along in the charade, my protest coming out weakly. “What are you doing?”
Tyrus steps forward until his lips are perilously close. My breath catches. “You would deny us one little look at what your husbands have to look forward to?”
The familiar pull of submission flirts with my body. I shouldn’t, but I know I’m going to give myself to this eleventh-hour temptation.
As their fingers grow bolder, I make no move to stop their advances.
Together, the three of them work to pull my dress down to my waist.
If someone were to come in… I perish the thought as Tyrus takes my face and presses his lips against me. My lips part willingly and let his tongue in, let all of them continue to press themselves against me as they disrobe.
All three Dothkhan are naked, taking turns kissing and smothering my body with their caresses.
They place the wedding dress on a side table. Without a body to fill it, it has lost its matrimonial power. Naked, with just my stockings to keep me warm, I am at their mercy.
No more words are passed. We all know what is to follow, but who will be first?
My skin looks too pale against their cobalt bodies. I want desperately to cover my sex, surprised at this sudden bout of modesty that has overcome me even as the brothers make no attempt to cover their own steely cocks.
I watch as they take in my pert breasts. The nubs of my nipples strain for attention on my chest. I want them to be sucked, taken into the collective mouths before me.
I groan as Fortus comes from behind and presses himself against my back. He kisses my bare, delicate shoulders as his palm moves around my waist and over my abdomen. My blood heats instantly as his hands move to cup my breasts, the tender mounds perfectly covered by his grip.
Tyrus tangles his fingers into my hair and draws me forward into a kiss. I strain to meet it, lips parting as I take him in. His other hand slides down my body to strum my clit in a soft rhythmic circle. I tense and moan into his kiss. He plays with the pins in my hair, one clattering to the floor.
I stand on my toes as I take more of his mouth, greedy now for as much sensation as possible. Tyrus nips at my bottom lip, his own brushing over the side of my neck, my cheek, never lingering for more than a few seconds on the same spot. I let my mouth yawn open to provide him full access. He dominates the kiss, dominates me, as his tongue dances silken against my own.
With Fortus and Stratus’s help, I am cradled carefully onto the bed. The satin sheets are cool under my back as the brothers loom over me. They are the embodiment of masculinity – sharp, resolute. I cannot take my eyes off them.
All three have the bodies of gods, from their firm pecs to their tessellated abs and the thick cocks that swell below. Side by side, their members show only slight differences, plum-like heads bobbing and blue in anticipation. Finally, finally, they shall all have me.
The tepid air of my chambers licks at the damp folds of my pussy. Desire flares up inside me and my breath catches as they kneel on the bed.
The intimacy of the situation far surpasses anything I have known. I stole kisses with other boys at the Academy, let them feel me. That was new and exciting, a flood of hormones I couldn’t resist, but this is far beyond anything I have known.
I need them more than anything.
Tyrus kneels between my legs, eyes closed as he breathes in my arousal. He runs his hand directly over my cleft and around the swell of my ass, fingers dancing upwards until they slide into the slick heat of my pussy.
I gasp as Stratus and Fortus lay on either side of me and work their mouths over my nipples. Syllables spill from my lips that make no sense as Tyrus’s fingers are replaced by his mouth. He lashes deep into my slit with his tongue. The sensation reverberates under my skin. I have no defenses. He targets my clit next, drawing the bundle of nerves between his lips and slowly sucking on it until I’m shaking and lifting from the bed. He growls against my flesh and then seeks to part me again with his tongue. He tastes every corner, every crevice, holding me wide with his fingers. “By Vex’u, I am in heaven,” he mutters, chin slick with my desire and inky eyes glassy.
Stratus’s lips enclose my nipple completely and pull. The sensation fires along my spine into my groin as he flicks the bud with his tongue. All three brothers working together… It’s overwhelming. My pleasure is tripled, blood surging through my body as Fortus’s teeth nip at my dimpled areola with just the right amount of discomfort.
Tyrus urges me closer towards climax, tucking his tongue deep into my swollen folds before letting just the tip work on the outer edges of my labia. Fire burns within me. My body is at the stake, the kindling threatening to bloom below.
I press my heels hard into the mattress, my gossamer stockings caught either side of Tyrus’s head as he presses me down. I lift my hips, grow desperate, calling their names and grabbing at the sheets as my head flits from side to side.
I need to come. I have to.
What would my dear classmates think if they saw me now, being taken by the enemy?
I press my hips forward again as Tyrus’s tongue moves deeper inside me than I ever imagined possible. He adds a finger, sliding it into my open pussy as I beg for more.
Tyrus’s finger probing inside me, the others working at my breasts, I hold my breath as euphoria dances down my spine. Tyrus sucks harder at my clit, his finger sinking deeper as the pins and needles that seemed so distant only seconds ago begin to swell and spread. I tense, hot everywhere, as the climax roars high, overshadowing everything.
It explodes through my system without warning. I arch off the bed and thrust hard against Tyrus’s face as the other brothers hold me firm. It consumes me completely. I scream to the cherubs above, my body singing and unravelling in the most perfect way possible.
I’m still coming down from my climax when Stratus switches places with Tyrus and eases his cock into the open vee between my legs. I whimper as the head of his manhood comes against my opening. “Please,” I plead, tears building in my eyes.
With a smile playing on his lips, Stratus nods at his brothers before sinking forward. I watch transfixed as his sapphire cock disappears into my body.
He breathes out and presses inside me slowly. I spread my legs wider and he sinks in further. His cock isn’t as large as it was during the Ceremony, but it’s better, filling me completely.
I hold the back of his neck and draw myself upwards. “It’s okay,” I reassure him. “Take me as hard as you like.”
I shift my pelvis higher and Stratus gets the hint, seizing my hips and surging deep into the wet tunnel beyond. His cock does not split into two, or magically grow. He simply fucks me, like a human, but better.
There’s an iron strike of sensation as he forges himself inside me. I feel him pulse there surrounded by my flesh. My heart pounds in time. He pauses as we watch each other.
The tenderness subsides and I pull at his neck again, shifting my hips to take him deeper. He withdraws to the very edge of my sex, running across the sensitive floor of my pussy before easing back in as fresh tingles flare inside me.
I take a shuddering breath as hands come back onto my breasts, my head turned sideways and new lips pressing against my mouth.
I work with Stratus, pressing myself against his thrusts as I begin to soar again and share in the ecstasy that seems to flow so freely on this planet.
Tears in single file spill from my face as we crash and come together in unison. On every side I am surrounded by a brother, warm and welcome while Statrus fills me over and over, shoving deep into my slick hole.
The urgency increases. Stratus slams into me and grinds himself down as my body pulls tighter and tighter against him. I can’t believe I’m rising again so fast. The next orgasm comes unexpectedly as Stratus finds a new well of sensation right at the end of my sex. I release in a long, guttural groan as I’m overwhelmed by the rapture closing over me. I pulse, my pussy clamping and releasing upon Stratus’s caught member. He stiffens, my eyes opening to find his face caught in a contortion of pleasure as he gives one final thrust. He presses to the end of me and begins to shudder, crying out my human name as he pours himself inside me.
I collapse onto the sheets as multiple lips find me.
Stratus leaves and my hole seems completely vacant and empty w
ithout him. That is, until Tyrus takes his place, groaning as my pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. He slides in easily, moving deeper and deeper until he seems to run right into my womb. He tilts his hips downwards and grinds down into me, our bodies one as I whimper and cry, wrapping myself around him as the others watch on.
It’s not long before I sense his control slipping. “I can’t. I just can’t,” he says, before he burrows deep inside me and releases. I hold him, enjoying his warm body as I let him pour himself into me.
When he’s free, Tyrus and Stratus flip me over onto my knees as Fortus takes up behind me.
“I would like to fuck your ass, Eve.”
“My ass?” It was a struggle to even get Tyrus’s cock inside me. The head of Fortus’s cock alone dwarfs the tight buttonhole of my anus.
“Please,” he begs, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I first saw you. You will enjoy it, I promise.”
I trust my trio of brothers completely. I nod, “Yes, Master,” allowing him access to my most private area.
Stratus and Tyrus hold me as Fortus places his hand on the small of my back. He moves my legs a little wider apart and separates my ass cheeks with his free hand. I lean down and raise my rump in the air. ‘Dog style’ Stratus called it.
“Relax, my love,” says Tyrus from the side. I try my best, but positioned like this I can’t help but feel vulnerable, especially against such a large appendage.
“Here,” says Tyrus, moving in front of me and guiding his cock between my lips, “this will help distract you.”
I hold the root of his cock with one hand and draw it into my mouth. I can still taste myself upon his shaft as I let him slide across my tongue. The scent is masked by the soapy musk of his body, a comforting smell that takes me back to cold nights in the castle and days spent lying with the brothers by my side.
I let Tyrus’s cock come out and lick it with the flat of my tongue straight up the shaft until it reaches the indentation of his slit. I mark out this small crevice with the tip of my tongue, licking my way down between his glans before sucking him back in completely while he holds my head.
Already my core twists and knots with fresh sensation.