Sex Me Replete

by Tianna Xander

  Behind her, she felt Michal step away only to return a moment later, bend down and place a cylindrical tube filled with liquid-gel at her anus. Jeri stopped sucking on Royce’s cock, much to his obvious dismay. “What is he doing?”

  “Michal is preparing you so that he may take you anally. That way you may make love to all of us at the same time,” Roman answered. His hands caressed her hair, gently tugging, sending darts of sensual pain through her scalp.

  “Oh. And what’s the liquid?”

  “It’s an analgesic heating agent. So it should feel pleasantly warm. You shouldn’t experience any pain, just some pressure.”

  Soon, the broad head of Michal’s cock replaced cool fingers as he penetrated the tight ring of her ass. Jeri tensed. Never had any man—or toy for that matter—ever entered this part of her body and she didn’t know what to think about it. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it didn’t feel fabulous either.

  With one cock deep in her pussy and another in her ass, Jeri concentrated on tasting the one in her mouth. She licked, nibbled and swirled her tongue around the head of Royce’s cock, lapping up every bit of his pre-cum before it could do more than weep from the small opening.

  As one, her three mates began to fuck her, in her ass, out her pussy, in her mouth, out her pussy. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. The pleasure built. Her thighs quivered. Her heart raced. Her eyes blurred.

  The pleasure-pain fullness in her bottom was intense. She needed them to thrust harder. She needed them to stop. She needed them to never stop. She was going to die. By the Goddess, the lovemaking would kill her it was too good, too much, too…everything.

  Before she knew it, before she could even think, pleasure exploded around her. Colors blended. Fire burned in her middle. Waves thundered. It was horrible and wonderful at the same time. When the three men neared their climax they all leaned forward kissing her neck and shoulders. The gentle tug of moist lips gave way to the sharp sting of teeth piercing her skin and they were all connected as one. She felt it then. The connection. She was a part of them and they a part of her. Their semen filled her as she screamed out another release, the sharing of their pleasure almost too much for her. She thrust herself forward and back, mindless. She came and came, over and over, until the blackness overcame her.

  * * * *

  Helio watched and waited. He merely need watch the routine and bide his time. Sooner or later they would make a mistake and he would flee. The fools aboard this ship thought him unable to break out of their prison. They didn’t know the things he’d learned to do. The full-Hienial power he had gave him the ability to do things they never dreamed of.

  This tiny barren cell was little more than an inconvenience. Like a man holding a poisonous insect, they underestimated him. Every time he found himself up against adversity, his talent became more pronounced. His powers changed, adapted until he had a new advantage over his enemies. One day, he would be so powerful no one would dare oppose him. That day would be soon. He fisted his hands, his knuckles crackling.

  Loud footsteps sounded in the hall and he smirked. The fools. Every one of them announced their arrival like fatted cattle returning to feed. He quickly turned himself into a sand flea. Why change perfection? The flea worked before, it would do no less this time.

  Projecting an image of himself sitting in the corner, he waited by the door. When the guard dropped the force field and entered to leave his meal, he would simply hurry through the doorway to his freedom.

  It didn’t take long. The idiot dropped the energy field surrounding his prison and he waited for his chance. He needed to test this new ability he’d discovered. The man entered the cell and set the tray on the table. His stomach growled at the aroma wafting from the covered tray.

  No. Helio decided he would not leave now. He would satisfy his hunger first. Besides, they always returned within the hour to relieve him of his dirty dishes. He would still be on board then and they would discover his disappearance. That wouldn’t do. He needed more time. He would wait and leave when the next guard came to retrieve the empty plates. Then he would leave. He would take a female or two as slaves then he would find a shuttle off this damned vessel and build his army.

  The guard left and Helio’s double shimmered to nothingness before he changed back to himself. Rubbing his hands together, he headed for his dinner. He was starved. Who could have guessed his hatred could burn so much of his energy. These idiots. They thought themselves so smart, so civilized. They fed their enemies well, not realizing that the food only helped him. He must eat everything this time or take it with him. He would expend a lot of energy during the next few hours. He must take full advantage.

  Helio stared at the timekeeper and fought the urge to scream with rage. Three quarters of the timekeeper turned and the guard still hadn’t returned. No sound reverberated through the halls and he berated himself for not leaving when he’d had the chance. They’d tricked him! They’d known he planned to escape and they decided not to send the guard to retrieve the soiled dishes.

  Sighing, he lay down on his cot and stared at the ceiling. What would he do now? He needed that energy field dropped. There was no other way out of here. An hour passed, maybe two while he stared up at the ceiling. It was almost as though the answer lie there. He tilted his head and really looked at the square panels for the first time. Small holes perforated the large squares.

  “I wonder…” He looked to the doorway. Walking to the wall, he listened intently. Still no sign of the clumsy clomping guard. He took a deep breath and sighed. “Of all the times to change their routine. Why now?”

  It could be a trap. No one knew traps better than Helio. He was an expert on setting and springing traps. No one in his settlement had been better. Still, he knew there were others who were better than he. It would be arrogant and stupid to assume he was the best at everything, even though he was sure he was.

  Making himself another double, he turned himself into a seafly and winged his way to the ceiling. He crawled through one of the holes and looked around. There was nothing but wires, energy crystals and support buttresses. No guards stood close to capture him. No energy field to keep him prisoner. They no doubt assumed the bars spaced every few inches apart would deter any thought of escape. The damned fools. They knew he could shape shift. The scent of energy wafted to his senses just before the unmistakable sound of an energy system powering up reached his ears. It was a trap! Their energy weapons powered up to kill him! He rushed back down into his cell and sat down on the cot beside the copy of himself. The drone turned toward him.

  “What the hell are you looking at?” He waved his hand and the reproduction disappeared. There was nothing to do but wait for another opportunity to escape when the guard returned. He may as well sleep before they brought him his evening meal. He would need every ounce of energy he possessed to leave this place and leave it, he would.

  * * * *

  Alarms sounded over the entire ship. Jeri dropped her tray of food on the nearest table and ran out of the Council’s mess to find her mates. What happened? Why did these alarms shriek as through the very world had come to an end? Loud communications broke over the crew’s radios, yet the conversation wasn’t loud enough for her to hear. That was it. She would request a radio the very next chance she got. She refused to ask someone what the hell was going on.

  Running to her cabin, she’d hoped to find at least one of her men there. She sighed. “Where the hell was everyone going?” She left the cabin again in search of someone, anyone, who could tell her what was going on. She stopped the first crewmember with a radio. “What’s happening?”

  “You should be in your cabin, ma’am.” He answered, his hand pressing the earpiece into his ear so he could better hear the voice on the other end.

  She grabbed his arm. “Tell me!”

  He made a face and led her back toward her cabin. “My orders are to see every lone female to safety. Please, ma’am, return to your room.”

  She stopped, for
cing him to do the same or drag her. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s happening.”

  “The prisoner has escaped. Two of the women have been reported missing.”

  She gasped. “Two women?” Her gaze darted about her, hoping to see them rounding the corner. “My crew? What’s become of my crew? Were the women under my command?”

  He shook his head. “I have no idea, ma’am. No one has told me who has been reported missing. Please allow me to escort you to you room. Your mates would have my head if the prisoner were able to take you as well. He has grown in strength since we first brought him aboard.”

  It went against everything within her to allow him to escort her to her room. Still, she went with him. It would appease him and her mates. She would find out what happened soon enough and she wasn’t idiotic enough to put herself in harms way. By now hundreds of people trotted about this ship with weapons in hand. It would be a simple thing to accidentally shoot someone. She knew she was tough, but even she couldn’t withstand a blast from a phase pistol.

  The man left to continue his patrol. She crossed her arms and paced the room, awaiting her mates. They would tell her and, until then, she would plan.

  Suddenly, the ship shook and she stumbled. Several glass figurines tumbled to the floor and shattered. A loud rumble reverberated through the room as other figurines and renderings fell from the shelves. It was an explosion. It took everything within her to bend her will to that of her mates’. She knew they would want her to stay here and this one concession was one she could give them. They had enough to worry about without having to worry about her. They could monitor her life sign in this room and it would give them comfort as they searched for the man who thought himself king.

  She bit her lip, imagining the worst. One or all of her mates could have been caught in that blast. The COM beeped and she jumped.

  “Jeri, are you there?”

  She practically sobbed with relief when the disembodied voices of her mates came through the speakers. “Yes. I’m here. What’s happening?” She glanced up to the view screen, hoping for a visual.

  “The prisoner has escaped,” Michal spoke, his voice gentle.

  “Escaped? How could he have gotten free? They guarded him so well…” She could hear others in the background. They called to each other, a few screaming. They sounded as though they were helping to put out a fire.

  “Helio has taken two of your women and was able to leave on a shuttle. The explosion you heard took out our weapons, interspacial radio and our tractor beam.” He sighed. “I’d hoped to capture him again. It seems his powers are adaptive. It’s just too damned bad the guards set to monitor him hadn’t done their jobs. Roman and Royce are on the way to you as we speak. I think they need the comfort of seeing you as you much as you need their strength right now. I love you, my mate.”

  Backing up, she lowered herself onto the sofa. Two of her people. She couldn’t seem to get past that to respond to Michal’s words though she knew in her heart that he could feel her love for him. Her mind wrapped itself around that thought and stopped. Two of her women were at the mercy of that beast while she had the love of three great men. Tears slid down her cheeks. She knew what he wanted from them and she cried. Every one of her crewmembers had looked forward to experimenting with a real man. Now two of them were with a monster. What could she do?

  * * * *

  Roman and Royce entered their quarters quietly, not sure what to expect. Never though would they have imagined seeing their mate reduced to tears. Unable to stand seeing their mate in such a state, they rushed to the sofa, sandwiching her between them.

  “What am I to do?”

  “For now, you lean on us. You allow us to support you until you’re strong enough to support yourself,” whispered Roman.

  “Being your mates isn’t only about the lovemaking, as pleasurable as that is,” added Royce. “It’s about being there for each other when one of us is in need, for giving and receiving love, for having someone to laugh, smile and cry with, for someone to talk to at the end of a busy day. It’s all those things, love.”

  Roman looked at Royce then down at his mate, his heart so full of love and compassion at that moment. He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair as Royce rubbed her back in circles. They each showed her in their own way their need to touch her, to comfort her while she grieved for the friends she so recently lost. “We love you, Jerineau. All of us do. Michal, Royce, myself, all your fellow Amazonian warrior women. We all love you and no one is harder on you than you yourself are. Give yourself a break for now,” he urged. “When the grief passes, you’ll think of a way to help find your missing people. Of this we have no doubt.”

  Jeri lifted her hand and gently ran it down the side of Roman’s face. “The three of you were more than I thought I wanted, but were exactly what I needed. I love you, Roman.” She turned to Royce. “I love you, my mate. I wish I’d been able to tell you all before now.”

  “My heart, I love you—all of us love you. You are the missing piece of our souls. You complete us. Michal knows of your love, too. He feels it, but you can tell him when next you see him. It will mean no less then than it does now.”

  A sudden flash of bright light appeared in the center of their living quarters. Roman’s first reaction was to surround his mate with his body, to protect her from whatever was about to attack. Royce did the same, throwing himself over her, shielding her from her right.

  A husky chuckle broke the stillness of the room. “Don’t worry, Warriors. I shall not harm you or yours. I come here only to speak with your Amazonian mate, to ask a favor of her.”

  Roman looked up, awed, speechless, humbled, for only the Lady Goddess herself made appearances such as this. Though many spoke of her beauty, it didn’t rival his mate’s. No, it was her purity of heart he could feel so powerfully that humbled and awed him.

  Jeri elbowed him in his ribs. “Let me see, dammit. I’m sure the Lady Goddess means me no harm. It is said that at one time she lived amongst the Amazonians, learning our warrior ways. It is her we ask for guidance in all that we do.”

  “And now there is something I must ask of you.”

  “Anything, My Lady”

  “When Ryo asks which Amazonian you’d recommend to track your missing warriors and the Hienial, suggest Felicity.”

  “May I ask why?”

  “Of course, child. There is someone she must meet, someone who will be important in the coming months if Ryo is to succeed in finding your new home world.” With those last cryptic words, the Lady Goddess disappeared.

  “Now,” Royce said, pulling his mate back down next to him on the couch, “why don’t Roman and I make love to you until Ryo calls or you pass out, whichever one happens first.”

  Jeri chuckled. “Do your best, Warrior. I am always up for a challenge, and I offer you a challenge in return. The three of you have sexed me well, now can you sex me replete?”

  Roman laughed. “Let’s call Michal to us and find out.”

  About the Authors

  Tianna Xander is the author of several paranormal, time-travel and science fiction romance novels. She loves reading everything from romance novels, murder mysteries and encyclopedias, to handbooks on solar energy. Tianna is the first to admit she spends far too much time surfing the internet and chatting with her online friends and critique groups.

  Having written many novels and working on at least one more at any given time, Tianna still finds time for her family, friends and her many pets. She currently lives in Michigan with her husband, two children, three cats, two big dogs and one occasionally terrorized Netherland Dwarf bunny. Her life is anything but boring. Visit Tianna at http://www.TiannaXander.com

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