by Reagan Hawk
He walked down the hall to Garon’s pleasure room. All men of Ralen had one in their homes. The room was equipped with all a male would need to try to hold off The Heat.
Lorne walked to a device on the far back wall and keyed in his settings. He wanted warmth, wetness, tightness and pulling. The machine beeped once and then scanned him, taking his measurements instantly. He unwrapped the material covering his cock and let it bob freely. The machine’s light ran over his shaft as well and a hole opened in the wall.
Lorne eased closer, his hand running down and over his cock. He stroked it and aligned with the hole in the wall. The machine, auto-sensing his needs, pushed the hole out more, with a rounded hump. It very much simulated a bent over female. He aligned his cock head with the hole, knowing it would be wet since he’d programmed in as much. He closed his eyes and then gritted his teeth.
“Computer, pull upon an image of the female within the dwelling,” he commanded.
The monitor before his face suddenly held the image of Teon. It was when he’d been watching her from the doorway, recording her waking. He focused on her breasts as he pushed his cock into the device. It instantly began pulling slightly on his cock, creating the perfect suction as he started moving in and out, fucking it slowly at first.
His concentration remained on the image of Teon. In his mind it was her pussy. Her cunt accepting his thrusts. He moved faster, with purpose. His entire body tightened and the base of his spine prickled. A shift was near if he didn’t come soon.
The devices in the pleasure rooms were built to withstand the men’s strength. Lorne knew as much and pounded without mercy into it. He roared, his teeth lengthening as hair sprouted on the backs of his hands and arms. His fingernails grew sharp, and he pressed his palms flat to the wall as he fucked the living hell out of the device before him.
He stared at Teon’s face and with one final thrust he pushed in and emptied his seed into the device. His body became his to control once more. He shuddered at the thought of how close to The Heat he truly was.
He withdrew his cock from the device as it set about self-cleaning. He focused on his hands as they returned to normal form, as did his teeth. He sighed. There was no denying it now. Garon wasn’t the only one of them teetering on the edge of madness.
Lorne was too.
He closed his eyes a moment and prayed Garon could gain Teon’s trust and soon. They didn’t have much in the way of time.
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Garon, unsure what to do, attempted to pull his arms free from the tiny woman. He did not want to harm her and already he knew he held too tight to her. She moaned, whimpered and pressed herself harder to him. With a sigh, he continued to hold her tight. “Teon, do I cause you pain?”
Her hand came to his chest. “No. Please just hold me more. I’m so tired and you feel safe.”
Pride welled in him.
He nodded and then moved them to a lying-down position. The woman eased closer to him, seeming to conform to his body. He stiffened and then relaxed as his heightened senses caught on to the fact she had fallen asleep. He moved just enough to be able to look down upon her face.
She was so beautiful it was nearly impossible to believe she was to be his. The bruising on her face had started to fade. Seeing it returned his anger with the traders. He would have paid any price for her.
He found his fingers had a mind of their own as they seemed drawn to her silky hair. He absently stroked it as she slept in his arms. Having her close helped to calm his beast slightly, but the beast and the man still wanted to fuck her. They needed to.
Her tears had broken something deep within him. Already he’d felt drawn to her in a way he’d not felt drawn to a woman before. He had wanted to kill anyone and anything that caused her pain. But he had been the cause. He had caused her emotional pain—something the men of his kind were not used to dealing with. The few who had collared and mated often spoke of their woman’s needs, both physical and emotional. This tended to baffle the unmated males.
Garon suspected it would be some time before he or Lorne truly figured out what a woman was thinking and what she needed on all levels. Lorne would do so first. It was his nature to be more observant of those things.
He found himself getting lost looking at Teon’s sleeping face. He dipped his head and kissed her forehead gently, careful not to wake her. He inhaled and caught scent of Lorne’s release.
He grinned, knowing Lorne was making use of the pleasure room. It was for the best. Lorne should not be around Teon with pent-up sexual need. Not when Garon was sure Lorne’s Heat was nearing, if not already upon him. The mating heat wasn’t something any Ralen warrior toyed with. It made them lose sense of the man and live only as a crazed beast. It was something they’d been warned of as bedtimes stories as young whelps and learned the hard truths of as they aged. They’d seen too many of their brethren fall victim to it. Often it broke the man, leaving him a shell of what he’d been, or worse yet, left him a raving beast that needed to be hunted and put down.
Garon, as one of the generals, had been tasked more than once with leading hunts on his own men. Men who had been overtaken with The Heat. Ending the lives of his fellow men still haunted him. Their world was starved for females and something needed to give and soon. The trader ship, while holding many women, did not have enough.
He exhaled slowly, the tension of it all weighing heavily upon him. A soft hand touched his cheek, and he looked down to see Teon was awake and looking up at him. She caressed his jawline. “You look sad and angry all at once.”
“Just deep in thought.”
“About if you’ll keep me or not?” she asked, her voice low, her gaze worried.
“No,” he said firmly. He held her closer. “Keeping you is not a question at all. I was wrong to threaten you with sending you away.”
“But you still won’t touch me…sexually?” She eased closer to him, her breasts pressed to his chest. He could smell her sex. Smell that she desired him.
His cock throbbed with need. “When I know you truly want this, then I will fuck you good and hard. Until then…”
Her lips quivered and Garon found himself reacting. He moved up and over her, causing her to gasp and even more cream to flood her inner thighs. He could smell it and he needed to taste it. Of that he was certain.
His lips found hers. She opened her mouth to him. That was good. If she didn’t submit, he wasn’t sure his beast could restrain. Her hands found the sides of his face as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. Her tiny body squirmed beneath him, exciting his cock more.
He placed a knee between her legs, forcing them open. She obliged, opening even wider than he’d expected. He smiled against her lips. By the stars, his little woman was fire beneath the ice. So eager for his cock, judging by the way she rubbed her lower half against him.
Chapter Seven
Teon wriggled and waggled to no avail under Garon’s large masculine form. It was like trying to move the unmovable. All that stood between them was the wrap around Garon’s waist. She moved, grinding against him, hoping to get it to come loose. It didn’t.
His tongue eased around hers, pulling moans from her. Her nipples hardened and scraped against his hairless chest. Frustrated, she caught his tongue with her teeth gently and bit lightly. He smiled against her mouth and moved his hips in a way that left the large bulge in his wrap pressing against her mound. The friction made her inner thighs heat.
She cried out as he struck her sensitive clit. He wasn’t even fucking her and already she was ready to come harder than she’d ever done by herself. She’d dreamed of this moment. Of having a male dominate her and please her body’s needs. She never dreamed she’d find a male up to the task—one alpha enough to handle her every desire.
Garon broke the kiss and stopped his powerful grind. She moaned and grabbed for him, but he waved a finger, the lone action making her freeze in place. His piercing gaze bore into her as he eased down the length of her. He trailed kisses dow
n her stomach and then over her sex. She gasped as his tongue ran the length of her slit. He opened her legs more and his tongue eased over her swollen clit.
Teon nearly launched off the bed, it felt so good.
Garon’s tongue swiped over her clit again and again. Each time it drove her closer to the edge of something great. She melted into the bed, her legs spread, his head buried between them. He added a finger, pushing it into her tight, wet entrance. There was a quick popping that confused her. She’d touched herself before. She’d rubbed her bud to the point she came more than once.
But you never put your fingers in fully, she reminded.
It was done.
Her maidenhead was gone.
Garon increased his pace, his finger pushing in and out of her as his tongue worked nothing short of magic on her clit. He added another finger and she cried out, unable to hold in her verbal pleas for more any longer.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes.”
Garon chuckled and added yet another finger, stretching her more. Her body clenched on his hand and Garon lapped at her sex, groaning into her pussy.
“So tight,” he said softly. “My flower will need to be trained to accept all of me.”
Teon’s head moved back and forth as she tried to wrap her mind around the assailing pleasure. It was too much but not enough. Confused, she let go fully. Her legs shook as pleasure raced through her lower region. Her pussy clenched tighter around Garon’s fingers and he inhaled deep.
Her gaze met his, and she watched as his eyes swirled with light blue colors. She gasped, her orgasm still in control.
Garon did a long, slow blink, the swirling colors remaining, making the man even sexier. She reached down and touched his cheek as he continued to suck on her clit, riding out her orgasm.
“I want a turn,” Lorne said from the doorway, startling her.
She looked to him and found him totally naked, his hand on his cock. He met her gaze. “You pink up so pretty when you come.”
She blushed more. “It’s because I’m a dirty girl.”
Lorne licked his lips. “Good. I like my women dirty. I like them bad too. Are you bad, Teon?”
She hesitated and then understood where the play was going. She nodded. “Very bad.”
Garon laughed as he drew back from her pussy. His chin glistened with her cream. He made no move to wipe it away. Instead, he pulled her up and turned her with ease as if she had no weight to her at all. “On all fours. Now.”
She obeyed and it excited her the way he made demands. Her pussy ached for more.
Lorne approached, still stroking his cock. He eyed her upturned ass. “Look how hard you made her come, Garon. Her juices run down her legs.”
Garon unfastened his wrap and Teon continued to stare over her shoulder at him in stunned wonderment as he revealed his cock as well. She gulped at the size of the two men. She knew they’d be bigger than the men she’d seen on Earth, but she had no idea just how big.
Lorne eased onto the bed and eyed her. He lifted a brow. “Tell me how bad you are, Teon.”
She wiggled her ass. “So very bad.”
His palm came down on her ass cheek and the sound rent the air. The pain moved through her, exciting her more. As it faded, pleasure washed over her. She moved more. “Yes, I’m a bad girl. Very bad.”
Lorne smiled and swatted her other cheek. This time he ran his hand over the area when he was done. He continued, spanking her, caressing her, turning her on more. She could feel her wetness running down the backs of her legs and her inner thighs. She’d never been so hot for anything in her life.
Garon stroked his cock and she licked her lips, watching him. Lorne nudged him. “She looks hungry for your manhood. I say you give the little flower what she wants.”
Garon puffed out his chest and moved off the bed, only to come to the head of it. He moved onto the bed once more, his obscenely huge cock near her face. “Open.”
She opened her mouth as he ordered and he pressed the hot tip to her bottom lip.
“Lick me first and then suck.”
She eased her tongue over the head of his cock just as Lorne pushed a finger inside her. He thrust hard and then removed it. He swatted her ass cheek again and pleasure burst through her lower region once more. Next, Lorne’s mouth was on her, his face buried in the cleft of her ass.
It was all so dirty. So shameful, yet she loved every second of it.
She licked her way down the long length of Garon’s cock. When she reached the base, she bent her head and licked his hairless ball sac as well. He grabbed her chin, forcing open her mouth. He took hold of his cock and put the tip on her lips. With a nod he then inched in slowly before going to the back of her throat. Her eyes burned but she did as he instructed. She sucked him while he fucked her mouth.
Most of his cock remained out of her mouth due to his sheer size no matter how far back he went. She lifted a hand and wrapped it partway around him. He fucked her mouth faster. His ball sac swung and began hitting her chin with each forward thrust.
Lorne added another finger in his exploration of her pussy, and she moaned around Garon’s dick. Lorne pulled back and spanked her more. Each swat, each blow with his palm sent tingles of need racing through her body. She was a bad girl and she was dirty. And she loved every second of the men proving as much.
Garon pumped into her mouth to the point she wasn’t sure she could take it anymore. He roared and the sound made everything come to a grinding halt. Lorne moved quickly from his spot to the side of his friend. “Garon, go, shift and run free. You risk harming her here.”
Garon pulled his cock from her mouth and stared down at her, his eyes now fully blue. There was something there, something in his gaze that spoke to how sorry he was to be losing control. What she saw moved her.
Teon twisted on the bed and lay flat on her back, opening her legs wide to him. She reached down and spread the lips of her pussy. “I want you.”
Lorne shook his head. “Teon, no. The Heat is upon him. He could…”
Garon moved forward, cock in hand. He worked her cunt with his fingers until her body relaxed more. He put the tip of his cock to her entrance and pushed into her. He held still for a moment and she arched up, wanting more of what he was offering. She’d waited so long for this—for full sex.
With every thrust deeper inside her, her body relaxed more and more, accommodating him until she fully encased his cock with her warmth. He filled her completely and tears fell down her temples, less from pain than from the overwhelming emotions washing over her. This man who had been a stranger to her now shared the most intimate thing with her—himself. Lifting her legs, she fought the rush of feelings that continued to pour over her as she took him deeper.
He ground into her, pounding, pumping, making the bed move with his strength and making her body tingle with pleasure. He dropped his head to her neck and nipped playfully at it. Excitement tore through her, adding to the sensations his cock was already giving her. It was all too much. Too intense. Too overwhelming. Too exactly what she’d been waiting for all her life.
She felt like jelly beneath him as pleasure continued to fill her every limb. She couldn’t take much more. She needed release. Garon roared again and Lorne moved quickly to their sides. Teon knew he was close to protect her should things go south. A strange, full trust came over her.
She surrendered fully, one hand going to Garon’s chest and the other seeking out Lorne’s cock. She jerked on it as Garon fucked her into sweet oblivion. Her orgasm struck full force and she cried out. Garon kept going, kept pummeling her body perfectly. Spent and unable to go on, Teon found herself drifting off to sleep.
Lorne laughed and bent, turning her head so his lips could meet hers. He bit at her lower lip. “Flower, do not close your eyes just yet. For when Garon is done expending his seed in you, I get to spank your ass more and then do the same.”
Her eyes closed fully.
He laughed more, waking her again.
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Her body was numb. Numb with pleasure and the endless pumping of Garon. She squeezed her legs and Garon roared once more, rooting himself in her. His cock twitched and she felt his liquid heat bathing her womb. There was a sharp pinching in her left shoulder, and then at the same moment one happened on her right. She opened her heavy lids to find both men’s heads buried on her shoulders.
They bit me was the last thought she recalled before sleep won out.
When she stirred back awake, it was to find both men wrapped around her protectively. Teon exhaled. She’d been worried they’d take what they wanted from her sexually and abandon her. Finding them with her, their arms firmly locked around her sated body, eased her fears. The same surge of trust she’d felt during sex returned, and she snuggled in deeper against them and smiled to herself.
All those months aboard the slave traders’ ship and she’d never dreamed the outcome would be this. She had imagined every horrid scenario. None had included what she’d found with Garon and Lorne.
Lorne stirred awake. He kissed her cheek. “Sleep, flower. You need rest and then we shall feed you and bathe you.”
She couldn’t help but smile wider. Such strong, powerful men wanted to take care of her. She tipped her head against his chest.
He breathed into her hair. “And know that I too shall fuck that pretty little cunt of yours soon enough.”
Her smiled managed to broaden.
Chapter Eight
Garon surveyed the scene in the guard tower. It was a mess. Various computers lay in pieces and the door was broken outward. Jaston stood by his side, shaking his head. “What has occurred?”
“My guess would be the males stationed here fought,” Garon replied.
“Over the females?”
With a snort, Garon nodded. “Many incidences have been reported since their arrival. I am told you and Malock had more than words.”