by Jenika Snow
He pulled back only long enough to look at her and growl out, “You’re ours now, Mekenna. I will say it again, and again, until you understand that we own you as much as you own us. You will never be abused, never mistreated or forced. You are here of your own free will.”
She nodded even though he didn’t phrase it like a question, and even though technically he had not asked her what she wanted after he took her from her former Master. But it didn’t matter because she realized as soon as she saw these males that she wanted them. It was a realization in her body, in her very soul that spoke of something more than the life she led. “I do want this, want all of you.”
And gods help her but did she mean every word she spoke.
He took her mouth again, licked and sucked, and the vibrations that came from his chest had these tremors moving through her body. These involuntary noises left her, ones of need and comfort, of gratitude and arousal. All of these sensations and emotions filled her, threatening to take her down because they were a sensory overload. But she wanted that, needed it even.
They kissed for what seemed like long, drugging minutes, and the more she was pressed up against his hardness, felt the strength that came from him, and felt his hard, thick and long erection press into her belly, the more she wanted to give herself to them. She didn’t know where the brothers were, but she had them on her mind, picturing herself in this relationship with three powerful males where she was theirs and they were hers. It was not unusual for a male or female to have more than one life partner, and that was what Viktor was saying he wanted with her and his brothers.
Viktor pulled away, breathed heavily against her mouth, and she felt her lips swollen and wet from the kiss. He had possessed her with that one kiss, taken control in a very primal way, and she knew that when she finally gave herself to them it would be explosive and change the very course of where her life was heading.
“If you want to join us in the dining deck after you bathe, we would love to enjoy your company and explain our world to you,” he said softly, and it sounded strange hearing a male so virile and of a breed that was known for their killing and brutal war tactics speak as if he was trying to be caring and gentle with her.
“Okay.” She offered a smile, and looked down at her hands that were clasped tightly together. He moved back further and took her hand in his much larger one. When he turned and started leading her out of the observation deck she stared at his back. The thick, intricate lines of wings looked tattooed on his flesh, but she knew that actual wings sprouted from his toned, red skin. She had seen a few of the Hades males in action, watched as their wings came out of their backs, so massive in length, and powerful in appearance, that wonder had filled her.
He let her down the steel and chrome corridor until he reached the large bathing chamber. Viktor let go of her hand and moved over to the metal basin situated across from them. He pressed a few buttons, and the water started to fill the large tub. The steam rose up, and he pressed another button on the console on the wall. A flash of light came from the controls, and then clear glass materialized, surrounding the basin and trapping the steam that accumulated.
“Take your time, and when you’re ready just meet us in the dining hall and we will talk about Hades.” He gave her a smile, and it looked a little strange on him because of his massive size, and the way he intimidated people with just his very presence. But she liked it, and smiled back. He turned around and left her alone. The door materialized, the frosted synthesized glass allowing her to see through it and into the corridor, but not allowing anyone to see inside the bathing chamber.
Mekenna removed her clothing, the same pants and tunic that showed her as a slave on Sessinea, and wanted to burn them. She would never wear anything like it again. Mekenna walked over to the shelving beside the basin, pressed her hand on the scanner on the wall, and the shelving materialized and everything inside came into view. There were some bathing cloths, an oversized dress-like gown, and a pair of pants and cream-colored unisex top. The clothing was far too large for her, but she took out the gown and would just have to tie the sleeves and bottom to make it work. Anything was better than what she had on. She turned and stared at herself in the glass situated on the wall behind her. Her body was thicker than what was sexually appreciated on Sessinea, but it seemed that the warriors enjoyed her larger, curvier frame. She cupped her breasts, moved her thumbs along the hard tips, and felt the arousal that had dimmed since Viktor left fill her again. Moving her hands down her belly she grabbed the extra flesh and shook it a little bit. What would they think when they actually saw her naked? When the guards had taken her against her will they had made comments about her being too heavy for their liking, but yet they still took from her. Her light blue flesh became damp from the moisture accumulating in the air, and she turned away from her reflection.
She smoothed her hands over her thighs, wiped away the droplets of moisture, and moved toward the basin. When she waved her hand in front of the glass that surrounded it, it opened on its own and she stepped inside. The water was the perfect temperature, and when she slipped inside she rested against the edge and closed her eyes. This was like a dream come true, like she was in her own personal Elysium, and she hoped that whoever was looking down upon her and gracing her with this gift knew how much she was thankful.
Chapter Four
Mekenna moved out of the bathing chamber, her flesh warmed and pliant from her bath, and her dark hair in a braid and hanging over her shoulder. She was nervous, because these males were so unlike what she was used to. They appeared like they would mistreat women, only because of their sheer dominance, height, muscular mass, and the reputation they had. But in truth they were far more loyal and honest than any other male she had been around in her entire life.
Mekenna stepped into the dining chamber and saw the three brothers sitting at the levitating eating platform. There were plates positioned in front of them, and the lone empty seat was clearly for her. She walked further into the room and took the empty seat. Viktor was beside her, and Fillip and Savastian sat across from her. The plate sitting in front of her held a piece of meat, some rehydrated vegetables, a square of bread, and there was a small salad in a bowl beside the plate. It certainly was not the five-star dining that her former Master had indulged in, but for her, a former lowly slave, it was a feast. She was used to the thick and protein rich bowl of grains that were made into a type of soup. It packed on the weight, but was cheap and tasted like it had been cooked in a pot made of sewage water.
“The food is okay?” Fillip asked in a genuinely caring voice. “Would you like more, or maybe not as much and something different?”
Emotion clogged her throat as she looked at these men. Savastian stared at her with this small smile on his face, and to say that she was in this surreal moment was an understatement. And then, because she couldn’t control herself any longer, and holding in her happiness was too much, Mekenna started to cry. She was aware of the silence in the room, and then the sound of rustling from the males had her wiping her face and lifting her gaze to them. They looked like they were confused, didn’t know what in the hell was going on, and wanted to kill something all at the same time.
“Are you still in pain?” Savastian asked. “Do you want us to go back to Sessinea and kill that bastard that owned you?”
The room grew silent again, and then she smiled, feeling this comfortable warmth fill her. Mekenna couldn’t help herself. She went over to Viktor first, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rose on her toes to kiss him on the lips. She moved to Savastian next, saw that he was tense, and she did the same, holding him and kissing him. When she went to Fillip, he growled out low, pulled her in for the embrace, and slanted his mouth on hers. He was hard, and the evidence of that arousal was pressed against her belly.
“I want you, female,” he said against her mouth.
“And I want you three.”
He made that animal-like sound again, and her pussy clenc
hed on its own.
“I am so thankful for you three, and I barely know you.” She started crying again, everything from her past, the life she had led, and the fact she was free now, rushing to the surface. She was about to fall to the ground, her emotions so strong she couldn’t even stand any longer. It was like something broke inside of her, and all of this feeling swamped her like a swarm of warriors. But Fillip caught her before her knees hit the ground, cradled her in his arms, and then strode out of the dining chamber. She saw Savastian and Viktor following closely behind, their expressions intense.
When they went into a sleeping chamber she tensed, not from fear of what might happen sexually right now, but because she felt this anticipation of her future and of spending it with these three males.
“Don’t worry, Mekenna, we just want to comfort you right now,” Fillip said and gently laid her on the silken coverings. And then all three warriors moved onto the platform with her, curved their big bodies around hers, and for the first time in her life she fell asleep with the feeling of being comforted and safe surrounding her.
****
Viktor and his brothers left Mekenna to sleep. They had to prep for their trip back to Hades. Although they didn’t explain what their world was like to her because she had gone into some kind of emotional shock over her situation, they had plenty of time to show and tell her about their world later.
“She is the one for us. I knew it from the moment I saw her,” Fillip said.
“Yes, she is our mate, and she has already accepted us, brothers.” Savastian spoke next.
Viktor grunted his approval. He moved over to the control station at the front of the ship, and pulled up the map of the galaxy and their planet. Hades was another day or so away. Even using their increased speed to get there it was a long way away from Sessinea. “She is our mate, and what is shocking is that she is so strong she hasn’t let her slave life control who she is.”
“She is as strong as any warrior in the Hades regimen.”
Fillip and Viktor nodded their agreement after Savastian had spoken. She might not be ready for their kind of claiming, for the fact that they bred with the purpose of mating with their females until their lives ended. But they would not push her; they would never rush her into anything, not matter how much they ached for her. It was in their blood to mate with her right away, to fill her with their cum so she knew how much they wanted her. Their kind was not gentle, but when they found that female they would share for the rest of their lives, they changed. Something shifted inside of them, and that basic, primal beast in their bodies lessened toward their mate.
It was no secret that he and his two brothers were hard as fuck for Mekenna, but until she told them she was ready for this to progress they would take their time. She would lead them in this journey, be the mother of their future sons, and she’d never know the feelings of pain, disappointment, or heartache ever again.
****
It was the following morning, and Mekenna had slept in for the first time in her life. She felt rested, actually had energy, and not having to get up before the suns rose to clean and cook, and tend to her asshole of a Master was strange, but very welcome. She had eaten breakfast with the warriors, walked around and gotten a tour with Savastian, and now she was doing her own exploring of the impossibly large spacecraft.
A bright light flashed to her right, and she turned and made her way down that direction. The door that was made up of this cloudy looking glass stopped her from going into the room, and when she lifted her hand and placed it on the smooth surface it started to ripple. It had the same effect as if a stone had been dropped into a pool of water, rippling outward until it finally settled. And the material just dissipated into thin air, and she was able to walk inside what appeared to be a greenhouse. The lush green plants and colorful flowers were a sensory overload. She had never seen so much flora in person before, not unless they were decoration pieces. But here she was, standing right in the midst of living things. The scent was something of an olfactory orgasm, with sweet and tangy fragrances filling the air, and the humidity of the temperature in the room making her skin moist.
She spent the next ten minutes looking at each flower, smelling each bud and petal, and when she heard the sound of deep grunts coming from a room down the hall, she pulled herself away from the artificial lighting and beauty that surrounded her and made her way forward. As soon as she was out of the greenhouse the door rippled back in place, cutting off the steamy humidity, higher temperature, and the sights and smells. There was more grunting, a little bit of swearing, and then she saw a large room ahead. One wall was made up strictly of some type of crystallized glass. Although she could see movement and colors from the other side, because of the broken, almost grainy texture of the stone in front of her she couldn’t see solid things.
Moving over to the door she placed her hand on the pad beside it, the smooth metal cool to the touch. The door dematerialized and showed some kind of vast room where many items for battle were either from the wall, floor, or hanging from the rafters above. It was a huge space with bright florescent lighting, and the three men in the center were currently fighting each other. She stepped fully inside the almost crude looking room, and went to the side so as to not bother them as they clearly trained with each other. They either didn’t realize she had entered the room—which she doubted—or they were just so focused that they didn’t even glance her way.
Savastian threw a right hook at Fillip, and Viktor came after both of them with this massive looking primitive sword. She had never seen one in person, knew they were not really used anymore because of the advances in technology, but the Hades males were more brutal than other species. Savastian threw a left hit, and then went back to the right, trying to take Fillip down. The three males started going after each other with more determination. Viktor swung the sword, barely missing Savastian and Fillip, and the fists started flying with impressive speed. Her heart was in her throat just watching.
Rearing his arm back, Savastian was able to get Fillip off of his feet, and slammed him down on the ground. He went after Viktor, but the eldest brother already had the sword on the ground and had Savastian in a choke hold. She covered her mouth at the savagery that was the brothers fighting, and could see their muscles tense, bunch, and strain. And then the fighting stopped, and all three men sat on the ground, bracing their hands on their thighs and breathing out hard and fast. For several moments she didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as she pictured them fighting again, all sweaty and hard muscles straining. The aphrodisiac that was the image slammed into her like a comet hurtling through space. She was wet, her nipples hard, and all she could think about was sex.
And then all three brothers looked over at her at the same time, rose to stand, and moved slowly over to her. Their red skin was sweaty and glossy, and the closer they came the more she scented their sweet, yet musky and masculine scented bodies. She felt this thrill move through her and pressed her back to the smooth wall. They stopped when they were a few feet from her, all of them looking at her up and down. They were breathing heavily, and then when she lowered her gaze she saw the stiff outline of their erections pressing against the leather of their pants. She swallowed, moved her gaze back up their bodies, alternating on who she was looking at every second. The sight of their sweat slowly trailing down their chests was so arousing, so intoxicating that she wanted to run her tongue up their hard expanses.
“I need to go or I’ll be liable to tear that fucking gown off you and fuck you right here, female,” Viktor said in a low voice, and then he was gone faster than she could even process.
Savastian and Fillip stared at her for several more seconds. They each groaned and moved away from her, as if they, too, had to leave or they would not be able to control themselves. Then there she stood, alone in this combat arena type of room, smelling their scents that saturated the air, and wishing they hadn’t left. Mekenna would have gladly given them whatever they wanted. As it w
as she was so damn wet, so swollen and needy to finally give herself to someone, or in this case more than one male, of her own free will.
She moved away from the wall, smoothed her hands over her thighs, and breathed out. Moving out of the room and back to where the greenhouse was, she stayed in there for several more hours, mainly to try to calm her raging libido. This was a wild experience she was going through, and she couldn’t have asked for a more exciting, or fulfilling scenario.
Chapter Five
Mekenna stared out of the observation deck at the dark red planet of Hades. It was still a good distance away, and they wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow at some point, but she was one step closer to finally being able to experience what living was like.
Could these males be lying about their intentions with her? Of course they could, but because of her acute Cellulion senses she would have been able to scent out the lies and deceit from the beginning. Besides, they hadn’t touched her sexually, even though they wanted to, and aside from her taking the initiative with Viktor last night they had kept their distance.
She left the observation deck and moved into a smaller chamber that held a digital library. There were several levitating chairs, and the electronic pads that sat on the platform in front of the chairs held so many books she couldn’t even count them all. She knew that the world long ago, before the technological advances, had been primitive in so many ways. She moved over to the chair, grabbed one of the pads, and started skimming through the digital titles that were centuries old, and sat down. The light overhead was not overly bright, but gave off enough illumination that she could see the detailed images on the devices, and she lost track of time.