by Amon Bieste
“Yes.”
I did not fight the knot of tension that coiled inside me now. There was no longer a need. Counsel had given us the woman to do with as we wished. The woman had given us her consent. My body jerked.
“Stand up.” The command I gave sent a ripple of pain into my gut. She hesitantly obeyed and my breathing deepened. “Remove your garments.” Again she paused before following the command, then slowly began to undress. Jaru growled from my right, his large body exuding desire in thick waves. Karo only stared. I took a deep, solid breath. The essence of her filling me thinned my skin suit and hardened my body.
“Faster,” I told her through gritted teeth, my voice hissing around the word. My tongue had already forked. I knew that Jaru’s and Karo’s had as well. “Remove your garments faster.” Her fingers began working quickly and in moments she had shed her clothes.
Physically, she was appealing by human standards, slender with slim hips and small but pert breasts. Her arms and legs were toned, the result of years of training. However, we cared nothing for her physical attributes. Without the material masking her body, her scent was stronger—that was what important to us. It fed us, excited us and made us want to leap upon her.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the melody of flavors. I heard Karo’s tongue flick out from between his lips when he tasted the energy between them. I opened my eyes and gazed at the admiral.
“I will not fight you. It is my choice.” A hint of pride lifted her chin. I could not help but to respect her for that. I did not want her to feel defeated. I wanted her as excited as we were.
“You realize you will be here three days.” My voice deepened and became husky as I growled out my words like the hungry beast I was.
“Whatever you do to me cannot be worse than what the counselor wished of me,” she insisted and closed her eyes. I watched her take several calming breaths. She appeared cool, reserved and controlled. But her scent gave her away. My gaze dropped to her hands when they trembled slightly.
Jaru was the one that laughed. It was deep and gurgling due to his arousal. Her eyes flew open again as Karo and Jaru circled the room so that we formed a triangle perimeter around the female.
“There cannot be comparison between human mating and Latharian mating, Admiral. The counselor was a fool to think that whatever we did would make a difference in your affection for him,” I explained as my skin suit finally disappeared, completely exposing the natural scales of my body.
“What does that mean?” The admiral frowned, but she did not appear afraid. Latharians look quite different than humans once the skin suit is gone. We are described as half beasts because we are covered, like the Earth reptiles, with scales. The color varies from dark brown to muddy green. Even with the skin suits intact, we have no hair. Our male organs do not hang limply from our bodies, they only drop from within and extend when we are aroused, so unless we are in Earth space territory, we have no need for skin suits or any other form of clothing.
“Most human females become Latharian slaves once they have been mated by a Latharian. It is your energies. They are stronger than Latharian, thus affecting us a bit differently than our own females. The mating is,” my scales rippled with the shudder that slid down my spine and my Latharian brothers mimicked the response, “more intense.”
A look of fear fleeted across her expression, followed by curiosity. “Violent?”
My tongue slid between my lips, the forked ends tasting her energy. “Dominating.” I could see her relax a bit as she breathed out. She was only afraid of force. Not of mating. That pleased me.
“Does that mean I’m to be made a slave?” Her chin jutted out. “I am an admiral. I am no slave.”
“We do not force slavery, Admiral.” I took a step forward. Then another. “The human females request it.” Her mouth opened and formed a small “o” as if she finally understood. And a wave of heat radiated off her body. It was too much to deny any longer. The three of us leapt.
The admiral cried out with surprise at the speed in which we moved. Her eyes were wide and we could feel the acceleration of her heart in the energy that pumped into the air. Jaru’s thick hands slipped from behind her and hooked beneath her arms. We all smelled the energy her quickened heartbeat raced through her veins. Karo stepped to her side and his hands slid around each of her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Latharians enjoy taking females in packs. It creates a stronger bond of respect and understanding between the males. Humans rarely understand if we ever try to explain. They rely too much on their insecurities and phobias to understand.
Each male has his own preference. Jaru’s preference with human females is her anus. It is something Latharian females do not have since we digest nothing that cannot be distributed to some other form of energy in our bodies.
Karo’s preference of any female is her breasts. The stimulation of breasts produces a high-frequency energy that heightens a Latharian male’s pleasure. Because human females are more responsive than Latharian females, the intensity of pleasure is nearly triple.
I am a simple male. I enjoy the core of a female; the very spot that all energy is born—her cunt. And when Jaru tilted the admiral back against him, his thick root extending, curling and vibrating against her anus, that core was exposed to me.
Where Latharian women are made differently, made to mate and exchange energies, human females are made for physical stimulation. I admit I have always been fascinated with the human female’s sex organ and the response a male could be rewarded from its stimulation.
Jaru and Karo would not enter her until I had. I was their leader, their captain. They would wait as long as I did, feeding off her energy. The longer we waited, the better the mating would be.
I crouched at her feet, my chest rumbling with a growl that could only come from a Latharian’s hunger. The attention the admiral received from my crew brought gasps and moans, human sounds of arousal. I was more interested in the scent that emitted from her cunt. I leaned closer as she moaned, breathing in the essence her human body offered. It filled my nose, that mixture of tangy sweetness and strong musk veined through my entire body and my scales shuddered down my body.
The reaction reached Karo and Jaru. Jaru’s root slapped against her anus once and then continued its vibrating circle of the orifice. Karo arched his back and tossed his head, his fingers tightening on the ends of her nipples. She writhed with pleasure, sending another curl of aroma to my flaring nostrils.
I shifted so I could part my knees farther, allowing my root to drop and expand. My breath pumped my chest. Her fingers drifted down her stomach toward her cunt.
“No!” I bellowed the command and her hands stilled just below her navel. Her gaze widened as she stared at me and I might have laughed at the desperation that had rumbled in my voice if I’d not been so hungry for her. I took a ragged breath and lowered my voice. “No. You will not touch yourself. You will allow us to take what we need.” I looked up at her face. “You will receive what we give.” She shivered and I smelled the dampness before the white stickiness moistened the inside of her sex.
“You mean the three of you will fuck me.”
“We’ll do more than that.”
Her energy opened completely. I could feel her thoughts.
I’d forgotten. Latharians need no verbal stimulation. Humans did. And her stimulation, her arousal, would produce more of the energy that fed us.
“Spread your legs wider,” I hissed up at her. She moaned as her knees pushed farther apart. “Wider.” A ripple of excitement shook her body and she pressed her knees open. Her thoughts found me. She wanted my cock, my root, inside her.
“Good.” I purred and rolled onto all fours. I eased forward and placed my face no more than an inch from the opening of her cunt. I sucked a breath into my nose and growled at the effect. Karo’s arousal heightened mine and Jaru’s. Our energies began pushing forward, using the admiral’s body as a center to bounce back to us.
She felt it as well as we did, for she arched slightly into it.
We began rocking, pushing the arousal into her and then taking it back again. Her scent grew stronger. Her body trembled and shook. Jaru’s root thickened as he began slapping it rhythmically against her rear orifice. Karo leaned in as he rocked, close enough that his tongue could wrap around her elongated nipple, the split fitting snuggly along the sides. He growled as he tightened around the small ball and pulled. She cried out and her voice echoed around the room.
“Tell him, Admiral. Tell him how it feels,” I commanded. She need not tell him, we could feel it in her. We knew her thoughts, her desires. The heat that had now begun sucking at our energies, pulling our arousals into her so we had to use more strength to continue rocking.
“It’s good!” she panted, and we were rewarded with the wave of humid lust that forced from her with her words. “Don’t stop, please!”
Jaru growled. The rhythm of his enlarged root quickened. The admiral moved her hips in a small circle, her body ripening, pleading for mating. We could smell her need. We could feel her silent pleas.
My root shook and ached to enter her. But I had not touched her yet. When the white evidence of her pleasure eased into view, I knew it was time. I leaned closer and wrapped the slit of my tongue around her clit. I pulled gently as Karo continued to do the same with her nipple. She cried out and tried to buck beneath the force of surprise and pleasure, but Jaru held her with his strong arms. I widened my knees, shifting my weight so I could grasp her knees with my hands, holding them apart when her instinct was to draw them around me.
Jaru growled low in his throat as my slight pulling of her human sex generated more sucking of our energies. Our bodies moved in union. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. She tried to touch us with her hands, but Karo grasped her wrists. She could do nothing but allow us to continue mounting the pleasure.
“You want it.” Jaru’s voice came out in a tight growl, his Latharian accent slurring his words. She moaned an affirmation when I pulled at her sex with my tongue.
“You want it,” he said again, keeping her arousal strengthening with the sound of his deep voice. I tugged again, glancing at Karo to find he had moved to her other nipple, bent over her now, allowing her to clasp her arms around his neck.
“Yessssss.” Her hiss sounded more Latharian than human.
I opened my mouth wide without releasing her with my tongue, covered the head of her sex and tightened my lips around her. When I sucked and tugged at her, her cry turned into a scream. Her white juice slid from her cunt and ran between her legs.
I released her sex and stood. With each hand, I lifted her knee. My scales fluttered and then extended from my body. It was time. She was ready.
“You will feel me first,” I told her as Karo released her nipple. Jaru leaned her farther back against him, bending his knees to support her weight. They were ready too, anticipating pleasure and release.
The admiral lifted her face, her gaze boring into mine. “Please,” she whimpered and I smiled. “Fuck me.” Gone was her hesitation, her doubt that she might have made the wrong decision. She was mine.
I moved between her knees and angled my swollen root against her sex. Slowly I eased the crown into her and she hummed as she tried to lift her hips to me. Deeper I pressed. Deeper. Until she could take no more. I swelled within her and her muscles tightened around me. I felt her body shudder when my root conformed to her natural shape. Her eyes widened as she stared at my face when I pressed against the spot just inside her opening. Slowly, my root began to reach and retract without retreating from her, pumping while I held her against me.
She panted, moans of disbelief and pleasure escaping with every breath. Karo returned his attention to her nipples, squeezing them, sucking them, pinching them. When she closed her eyes, I gave Jaru a quick nod, signaling for him to do as he wished.
He did not take as much time as I had, placing his root, slick from her juices, at her entrance. He pushed quickly and she screamed with pleasure as he filled her. I could feel his thick root swelling through the membrane that separated us. Still we rocked, our energies pounding forcefully into her while our roots pumped within her body.
Karo’s root pressed into her side, pumping against her soft flesh while his tongue worked and teased at her breasts. The arousal was a frenzy between us. We fed off one another and devoured hers. My root swelled a bit more, stretching her and thrusting into her. I could feel her pleasure inch toward release. That was what we were waiting for. It was what we wanted.
“Give to us.” I grunted as her body constricted. “Give us what we want!” She screamed and bucked, despite our grasps on her. Her body convulsed with spasms of uncontrolled pleasure that sent the three of us into the peak of our mating. My root jerked and I felt Jaru’s do the same. Karo expelled onto her stomach and we filled her writhing body.
With the release came pleasure that only a Latharian male knows. It draws from the toes, and pulls through every muscle, every nerve until we cannot hold it within us. The admiral’s heat did nothing to slow the sensation and, in unison, our scales extended to the point of prickling pain. It was her thoughts that put us over the edge. She wanted us, enjoyed us as much as we enjoyed her, loved our cocks. Jaru and I shouted as all three of us released our second, and far more enjoyable, wave of essence into her.
She screamed, tears from the intense pleasure running down her face. Then she went limp, sinking into unconsciousness, as it was with most human females the first time they were mated by Latharians. We carefully removed ourselves from her and gently laid her on Karo’s bunk. She would sleep and, when she awoke again, we would be ready.
Chapter Two
Counselor Aves’ face appeared in the corner of our viewer. “Is it done?”
“You cannot rush these things. What you are asking requires a certain kind of training. You wish her to be as submissive as a Latharian woman, do you not?” I did not look at his image, but rather at the small camera mounted on the arm of the captain’s chair.
“Yes.”
“Then be patient. She is willful. It will take time.”
“You are certain you can do it?” Doubt radiated from the speakers.
I sneered. “Latharians fail at nothing. If that were not true you wouldn’t have assigned her to us.” When he did not speak, I glanced up at the viewer. He looked as if he needed reassurance.
“You are correct. She is willful. I have tried to convince her for two years to come to me. She will not.” There was venom in his voice.
“You do not look to force her?”
“No.” He shifted in his seat. “I understood that Latharians trained slaves to want what she is given.”
“The training she will endure will be intense. The need that will fill her will be matched. That was your wish? You wanted her made into a slave?”
“Yes.” His voice thickened.
“Then a slave we shall make her into. We’ve already mated her once. When she wakes, we will do so again. And again. And again until she can do nothing but plead for more.” I felt Jaru’s body grow warmer and smiled. “We will train her as a pack and as individuals.”
“Is it possible for me to watch?” Aves suggested. Disgust twisted through me.
Visual creatures. They did not know that their obsession with sight dulled their other senses. I glanced at Jaru and Karo. They both shook their heads, indicating they both had reservations about the counselor’s request. I did as well.
“Tomorrow morning, my crew will administer training for oral pleasure. That is what you require of her, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but… I want her to do anything I ask.”
I gritted my teeth. “A slave does nothing that is asked, Counselor. She does as she is commanded. That is what fuels her need.”
“Yes, that’s what I meant,” Aves amended quickly.
“She will do anything when we are finished with our training. You may witness the oral training, but that is all.
” He was a counselor and I had no authority to command him to do anything. But he had placed himself in a position to be commanded. He would do whatever I told him to keep the mission he’d entrusted to us quiet from the rest of the counsel. He’d given me power and Latharians enjoy power.
“Of course. Tomorrow morning, then,” he agreed and I smiled. I reached forward and punched the button and his image on our viewer disappeared.
“He will be a weak command for her.” Jaru spoke when I rose from my chair.
“He will have no command over her. He is weak. She will not submit to him,” I agreed. It was a mistake many humans made when grooming slaves. Attempting to break someone’s spine only made their legs stronger. Break their will, fill them with need, and a slave is made.
“Is it time?” Karo asked eagerly.
“It is.” I led them below to where the admiral lay sleeping. “Wake her.” Karo reached forward and gently nudged her shoulder until she roused from sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and then she sat up quickly as if surprised to see us there.
“You must cleanse yourself,” I told her and pointed to the chamber at the end of the room. “Do it quickly and then return.” She didn’t move. It was natural for a woman being trained to push her boundaries of control, to test the limits of our domination.
“If you don’t do as the captain tells you, I will do it for you,” Jaru warned. She considered that for only a moment, then rose.
“Is it true that Latharians can read our minds?” she asked as she stepped past me.
“We hear your thoughts,” I corrected and then smiled as she pushed her thoughts at me. I do what you tell me because I want to; not because you command it. We watched her walk to the bathing chamber and step inside. When the door closed, I nodded in Karo’s direction.
Latharians always traveled with slave training equipment. Even the females did so for both male and female slaves, though there were fewer males made into slaves. Still, we remain prepared.