“All types of protection,” Hilom added. “Ruin is leader because he’s the most dominant, but he focuses that trait into guarding the group, to making sure we’re a cohesive unit. Fen is probably the smartest of us all—he’s perceptive in ways most people aren’t, but he’s never used his intelligence to hurt his brakka. Like Ruin, Fen uses his skills to protect us.”
“And you?” Lanie asked, curious despite her caution.
Hilom’s grin went from sweet to scary. “I’m the fighter.”
“I stumbled across Hilom as a boy; he was brawling the first time I saw him, defending a young Gkiven male against older peacekeepers—who later became pirates—and their bullying. He put two Abbaleen adults and a four-male brakka of Lu’O on their asses.” Horny sounded awed by the memory, and the look he cast Hilom was one of affection. “I knew I wanted him for my brakka then and there.”
“But why?” she asked. “If your kind has never been allowed lifebonding, why did you form a brakka?”
“Instinct. Our breed relies on instinct…which is why we know you’re meant for us,” Horny murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek with his massive hand.
The warmth of his palm felt right. So, so right. Lanie was tempted to turn into the gentle touch, but she still had many questions. So many concerns. “You have a leader, a thinker, and a fighter. All you’re missing is a breeder.”
Fen made a disgusted noise. “No,” he denied. “We’re missing a heart.”
Lanie about melted, then and there. She never would have expected the intimidating, sexy alien to say something so sweet. She licked her lips and tried to think, but with them standing so close, lust was beginning to cloud her thoughts…especially now that her heart was gooey and hopeful.
“You’d be cherished,” Hilom promised.
“Loved,” Horny whispered. “We looked up your human word and recognize the emotion even if we didn’t have the word for it before.”
Wow, Lanie thought. Enough of her brain still worked that she asked the most important question in her arsenal. “You wouldn’t try to cage me? You said your kind keep their mates locked in a nest…but that wouldn’t work for me. I need to work.”
“We’d be the first peacekeepers to lifebond,” Horny said, his fingers swooping low to trace her jaw. “We’d make our own rules.”
Lanie shuddered, won over by their proximity and assurances. “Don’t break me,” she begged. “I can’t put myself together a second time.”
Triumph flashed in Horny’s eyes, but he didn’t take advantage of her surrender. Instead, voice low and soothing, he murmured, “This isn’t a fight, Lanie. We’ll never intentionally hurt you.”
She believed that. Still… “I’m afraid,” she confessed. “I’m attracted to you, and I trust you won’t hurt me, but I’ve never committed to anyone before.” And this commitment had the potential to unite two species and save billions of lives. No pressure.
“You’ve chosen us, and that’s enough for now,” Hilom said, reaching out to caress her other cheek, the one not being gently petted by Horny. “There’s no reason to be afraid, not when we’ll all be figuring this out together.”
Fen joined the party, one of his hands smoothing down her waist and settling on her hip, where his thumb made tiny, intimate circles. “We’ll prove ourselves,” Fen promised.
Horny mimicked Fen, putting his free hand on the other side of her waist. So many hands, so many caresses…Lanie moaned. Her clit throbbed, demanding attention long denied. The three Lu’O crowded closer, enveloping her with the heat of their enormous bodies.
“A kiss to seal us?” Horny asked, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek with the smooth side of his little nose-horn. The warmth of his breath on her ear was Lanie’s undoing. She reached up and twined her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his hard chest.
Horny’s lips were gentle as they glided over hers, barely making contact. She shuddered and tilted her head back, eyes closed as she sank into sensation. Hands still roamed her body, gliding over curves, lingering only long enough to make her long for more.
“Kiss me,” she begged.
Horny pulled her forward, away from the wall, and she felt someone slide behind her. Sandwiched between them, it was impossible to stay still. The natural rhythm between a man and woman was amplified by the added participants, and her hips picked up the dance with enough enthusiasm to make the males groan in appreciation. The slow grind against the brakka was erotic, despite their clothes. Horny’s thick thigh pressed between her legs, and every twist of her hips rubbed her greedy clit against him.
“Look at her move,” Hilom whispered. “Incredible.”
“Beautiful,” Fen agreed. He was behind her, his voice close to her ear; a warm, wet tongue teased the shell before he bit down on her lobe.
Lanie moaned louder, her body jerking at the sensual pain. “Please,” she rasped. “Please.”
“We’ll take care of you,” Horny promised.
“A demonstration of what mating us will be like,” Fen whispered right into her ear, the words rumbling enough to make her shudder and lean back against him.
“A taste of what mating us will be like,” Hilom corrected. And with that, the smallest of the brakka shouldered into the embrace, turning her so that his mouth could slant down over her lips.
The kiss was deep and wicked, their tongues swirling and dipping and retreating. She was so lost in it, Lanie didn’t feel her clothes being peeled away until rough, hot hands palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She broke away from Hilom with a cry, her back arching at the unexpected pleasure.
Hilom followed her retreat, reclaiming her in another kiss as Horny and Fen put their mouths on her bare skin, laving her breasts and back with greedy, lapping tongues. Horny dropped to his knees and grasped one of her thighs, hauling it up over his shoulder.
Lanie gasped into Hilom’s ongoing kiss, shuddering and writhing at the influx of sensation. Fen cupped her breasts from behind while his lips trailed along her neck and shoulder; his big palms swallowed up her B-cups, gently massaging until she was ready to beg for mercy—but she couldn’t. Hilom kept her locked in a kiss so decadent it made her toes curl. And Horny…Horny’s tongue swirled across her inner thigh, teasing her as he inched closer and closer to her dripping sex. She gripped his thick horns and held on for the ride.
She was so turned on—so caught up in the six hands roaming hands—that her first orgasm hit before anyone got anywhere close to her clit. She cried out, twitching and thrashing between them, as her body clenched and pulsed with unreserved pleasure. She felt herself literally cream with arousal.
Fen pinched her nipples then, extending her orgasm with a bite of pain, and Hilom’s hands slid up into her hair to keep her still so he could continue to devour her mouth. Only Horny teased, lapping softly—gently—at the juices running down her thighs. She tried pulling on his horns to get him to hurry, but it was useless. He kept the pace slow and sweet. Lanie’s hips bucked, and she groaned from somewhere deep, the sound almost tortured.
The press of Fen’s cock into her back was almost as exciting as Hilom’s pressed into her side…but proof of their desire was nothing but a tease, a torment just beyond her reach. She was trapped, held firm between them, and being their erotic prisoner heightened her excitement.
Before Paradise was invaded, she’d never experimented with bondage; after being a slave, it wasn’t something she had considered arousing…but she trusted these males, though it wasn’t so much a rational choice as an instinctual one. She’d given herself to them. The freedom in their arms, the ability to let go was unparalleled—and they hadn’t even had sex yet!
The high keening whimper that escaped Lanie seemed to break the last of Horny’s control. His tongue pressed down and swept up, licking the seam of her sex with a wicked slurping sound. His little horn pressed between her folds when he did it the second time, stimulating her clit as if it had a homing beacon.
Lanie twisted her
face away from Hilom and screamed, her body seizing right on the cusp of another orgasm, her skin puckering as Horny continued to lap at her, licking and sucking as if starved. “Please,” she cried. “Delloruin, please!”
A thick finger answered her plea, plunging into her and pumping in quick, hard thrusts.
The sparks behind her eyelids were blinding and sizzled as they traveled from head to toe. Lanie clung to Delloruin’s horns, her grip white-knuckled as the rest of her body floated away, swept up in the tide of the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced.
She was pulled back against Fen, her body limp and pliant. Soft kisses soothed her as the pleasure and spasms eased to manageable levels. A throaty, rumbling hum vibrated the males’ chests, further relaxing her.
“I’m aching,” Hilom admitted, his voice a raspy whisper. “We need to get to our cave and claim her. Now.”
“We can’t carry her out like this,” Horny said, leaning down to brush a musky-scented kiss over her lips. “She has to walk on her own two feet and tell them we’re her choice.”
The frustrated sound Fen made was enough to start rousing Lanie. She looked up at him, at the stark need on his face, and felt herself begin to drift back to full awareness. Her body was sated and calm, but the males were all tense and obviously strung tight.
She looked between them, her thoughts still tinged with the wicked things they’d just done for her. A slow, knowing smile pulled at her kiss-swollen lips. “I have an idea,” she murmured, straightening in Fen’s embrace so that she could stand in front of him, her back to his chest. Her hand dropped, sliding down to Horny’s waist…into his pants…
Horny choked when her small hand palmed his cock—and Lanie almost did, too. He was huge! Like, holy-shit-it-will-never-fit-huge! Her arousal swung straight to panic when she looked down at the alien dick in her grip. Her fingers couldn’t encircle the girth, and the length could’ve been used in the Major Leagues.
“Houston, we have a problem,” she whispered.
“My name is Delloruin,” Horny growled. The possessive edge to his voice snapped Lanie out of her mental fog.
“I know,” she told him. “It’s a human saying, a way of signaling a problem.”
His jaw was clenched, his dick still in her hand. “Can we talk about the problem later?” he asked. A subtle shift of his hips, which thrust his cock into her grip, let her know why he wanted to put off a conversation. However, it only alarmed her more.
Lanie let go of him and backed up a step, right into Fen. “That’s the problem,” she explained, pointing down at the angry-looking erection. “It’s too big! Way, way too big!”
Gentle arms hugged her from behind. “Females are meant to stretch,” Fen said calmly.
Lanie turned in his arms and glared up. “There’s a difference between stretching and being ripped in half. Your monster dicks would break me!”
Fen tried to smother a chuckle. He turned away and pretended to cough, but his shoulders shook with ill-timed mirth. Everyone watched the stoic, intense Lu’O get himself under control. When he turned back around, his face was staid and serious. “Monster dicks?”
Lanie’s lips twitched. Males were males. “Yes, Fen. You have enormous, very impressive monster dicks. Congratulations.”
Hilom swiped a hand down his face. “At least we’re not too small.”
Fen’s composure cracked. He burst out laughing, sinking down to the cave floor and holding his stomach as if afraid it would rupture with the force of his amusement. Hilom joined in after a moment, his quieter chuckles settling her nerves.
Only Horny seemed unamused. In fact, he looked worried. She watched him as the other two settled down, waiting for whatever he would say, but Horny just stared down at the ground. His brow furrowed, lowering his horns, and she could almost see his wheels turning.
“You’re already part of the brakka—my instinct is screaming at me, telling me that you belong to us. Surely the universe is not so cruel that we’d be given a female unable to join with us?” He sounded so forlorn, and it tugged on Lanie’s heartstrings.
She put both hands on his expansive chest, rubbing until he raised agonized eyes to meet her gaze. “I know a thing or two about how cruel the universe can be, Horny. This—what we’ve shared just now—is not cosmic punishment. A test, perhaps.” Her fear was very real, after all. The three Lu’O were equipped to club her in more than one way. “An obstacle we weren’t expecting…but not something insurmountable, as long you realize how very small and breakable I am compared to you.”
Horny’s finger traced the curve of her jaw. “I would never use my strength against you, Lanie. Never.”
“I’m more worried about size than strength, big guy,” she teased. “But Fen’s right: females stretch. I just wasn’t planning on stretching that much until I gave birth the first time…”
Horny snorted in amusement, his little nose-horn twitching adorably. “You jest, but you’re still trembling.” He put both hands on her shoulders and then rubbed his thumbs into the muscles near her neck.
Lanie moaned and leaned into the massage. “Not gonna lie, that’s almost better than sex.”
Fen and Hilom dissolved into laughter again, but Horny kept rubbing. “Were you serious? You’ll still try to lifebond with us?” That shut the hyenas up; it was dead-silent when Lanie lifted her lashes and studied the males.
Horny—Delloruin—looked so hopeful that she almost threw herself on his cock then and there, damn the very painful consequences. Fen and Hilom had the same puppy-dog eyes, but she didn’t have as much of a connection with them as she did with Horny. The big alpha was annoying and bossy and arrogant, but Lanie couldn’t deny the attraction, the pull between them. It went deeper than lust, and she knew—intuitively—that it could go down to her soul if only she opened herself up.
Talk about terrifying.
“I meant what I said, Horny. I’m nervous, but I’ll try.” Like a virgin popping a cherry, she just had to accept a little pain before pleasure.
Also like a virgin, her curiosity was raging.
Lanie dipped her hand to his waist again, pushing down his pants in order to fist his cock for the second time. It throbbed and he groaned, letting his horned head fall back in unabashed pleasure.
Her power over the enormous alien zipped through her, reigniting her libido.
Her thumb rounded the weeping tip, smearing his pre-cum. Horny’s breathing hitched. She smiled and gripped his thick shaft tightly, stroking down until her knuckles brushed his pubic bone. Lanie squeezed, pulsing the pressure for a moment, and then stroked back up. The low moan when she swiped over the head of his cock again was strangled, joined by the raspy, heaving breathing of his brakka as they watched.
Feeling naughty, Lanie leaned down and lapped up the pearly drops.
Horny’s surprised shout echoed in the tunnel, and she jolted back to avoid a sledgehammer rammed down the back of her throat when his hips jerked in reaction. The tip rubbed along her cheek, damp with need, and she nuzzled it.
“Lanie…universe, help me…do it again, please,” he moaned.
She smiled and used both hands to grip him. “If you thrust into my mouth, you’ll hurt me,” she warned.
He went still, muscles clenched. “I won’t move,” he promised.
Lanie kissed the tip, a reward for his instant cooperation. The salty tang of his cum tingled deliciously on her tongue, so she swiped at the thin slit on the bulbous head for more. It didn’t taste like candy or anything so obvious, but it was delicious; potent and masculine and alien. It was the flavor of pure, raw sex, and she lapped it up.
The ongoing moans from all three of the males encouraged her, and Lanie hummed in pleasure at having their complete focus. Hilom was on his knees beside her, his hand fisted around his own dick. Fen was standing behind her, his thick legs bracketing her as he trembled. Their eyes were heavy-lidded as they watched her play with Horny, and she turned her head enough to wink at the pair before
sucking the tip of Horny’s cock fully into her mouth.
The shocked rumbles from the brakka notched up her excitement. She could bring all three to their knees by sucking on a single dick. Lanie had never felt more empowered, more desired, than at that moment. She lost herself in the shared pleasure, hollowing her cheeks and using her tongue to drive Horny wild.
The width of him kept her from being able to suck him deeply—barely an inch—but her enthusiasm seemed to make up for that loss. She bobbed her head fast, using her hands as a counter-point to stroke him. The throbbing veins beneath her fingers warned that he was close, but Lanie didn’t mind. She swallowed and sucked and licked with abandon, her saliva spreading to coat him and make the glide smooth and easy.
But it wasn’t until she got a little devious, scraping her teeth softly along the ridged head, that he shouted with release. Hot cum spurted, a torrent gushing straight down her throat as she continued to suck and swallow. Horny’s wordless, ecstatic shouts were music to her ears, urging her to keep going. When his body trembled and the flow eased, she eased back to gently lap at him, cleaning away the last drops.
Lanie’s lips tingled from his cum, and the heady flavor made her squirm with renewed need. She reached down between her legs and stroked at her clit, not surprised to find herself sopping wet.
“No,” Fen snarled, snatching at her wrists. “We are your brakka, and your pleasure is ours to give.” At some point, he’d sank to his knees behind her; thick thighs trapped her as she writhed. His bit down on the fleshy muscle between her neck and shoulder, holding her still as Hilom leaned over to nip at her breasts.
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