“You’re sure?”
I nodded and sucked his thumb into my mouth before running my tongue along the tip. “I don’t want to think anymore, Rolf. I just want to feel.”
Rolf kissed me, hard and fast before turning me around to face the empty doorway behind which I knew my other two mates watched and waited. My nipples pebbled beneath the dress and I thrust my chest out as the heat of Rolf’s chest warmed my back. He lifted the blindfold over my eyes and I allowed him to tie it. I blinked a few times, searching for a hint of light. Nothing.
I heard the others arrive as Rolf’s hands slid to my shoulders, pushing the straps of my gown down onto my upper arms. I held absolutely still as multiple hands settled upon me, began undoing my dress, brushing over every inch of skin they quickly exposed. I stood like a statue of a Greek goddess and let them worship me with their touch. I didn’t wonder who was touching me. Which man kissed along my bare shoulder. Whose hand slid down my spine. Whose palm cupped my breast. Whose mouth suckled at my nipple, or whose lips felt like phantom kisses on my thighs.
It didn’t matter. They were all touching me.
They were all mine.
Chapter Six
Erik
“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” I murmured.
I would have to thank the head attendant at a much later time for the lack of undergarments, for as soon as the dress pooled at her feet, she was bare to us.
Gunnar growled at the sight of all her creamy skin, her lush curves.
“Perfection,” whispered Rolf as he cupped her full breast, as if testing the weight of it.
With her eyes covered, we looked to her body for her responses, the way she arched her back into Rolf’s touch, the gasp that escaped her lips, the flushing of her pale skin.
She was ours. How did we ever have doubts about this? About her?
We touched her gently, reverently, learning every silky soft inch of her. As Rolf played with her breasts, made her nipples hard, Gunnar dropped to his knees and stroked up and down her shapely legs, kissed her hip, cupped her lush ass.
I licked and sucked at her shoulder, then along the tender line of her neck, found the sweet spot behind her ear that made her sigh. When I felt her racing pulse beneath my lips, my cock pulsed. Throbbing against the front of my pants, I opened them and pulled my cock free. Gripped the base and stroked up to the tip, coaxing a slick drop of my essence to coat my fingertips. All the while, I kissed and nipped her flesh. Took her pert nipple into my mouth and sucked the hard tip deep.
When I felt the telltale wetness on my fingertips, I raised my hand to paint my seed to her other nipple and leaned forward to claim a kiss. I was the only one not to have kissed our mate, and I was tired of waiting.
The bonding essence in my seed hit her bloodstream as my tongue thrust deeply into her mouth. I’d given her just a hint of my need. All at once, she moaned and she…softened. There was no other word for the way her muscles relaxed, her skin warmed beneath our touch, her breathing lost its rhythm.
I glanced at Rolf over her shoulder and he, too, had his cock free. He was circling his fluid onto the long, elegant lines of her neck, up and down over her frantic pulse and I could see the way his essence seeped into her skin, her body taking it in as would a flower with water in a parched desert.
“Oh,” she gasped. With her eyes closed, she didn’t know that we were marking her with our pre-cum, preparing her even further for our domination, with the first taste of our seed power. The bonding essence in our seed would alter her body on a cellular level, make her hunger for our touch, as we would for hers. The seed power kept newly bonded Viken couples together through hardship. But, as we’d learned with Queen Leah, Earth women responded with a much more aggressive manner. The Queen had become addicted to her men, needed constant attention and actually been in pain without their bonding essence. The strongest effects lasted just a few weeks, and I had dreaded this time before I saw our mate.
Before I tasted her. Now, I could not wait to spend the next few weeks at her beckoning. If she needed to be fucked, stroked, pleasured, I was more than happy to comply.
In Sector One, where I’d been raised, it was common for newly mated couples to display their passionate connection in front of others. I’d always thought the men, with their public claiming, had lost their minds. Only now, as I tasted Sophia’s kiss, captured her soft moan with my mouth and rubbed my essence into her creamy flesh did I understand. I longed to march her to the courtyard below and fuck her like a rutting stallion, force everyone in the fortress to listen to her scream her pleasure and see how beautiful she was. Pleasure that I’d given her.
My pleasure.
Sophia lifted her hand to my head and buried her hands in my hair, holding me close with her own demand. I knew her other hand had lowered to Gunnar’s head, to the lips so very close to the pussy we would all soon claim.
We hadn’t yet touched her core, although Gunnar’s mouth was just inches away. He just needed to move his head and he’d be able to flick his tongue out and lick her. To taste her arousal, which I could see glistening on her thighs.
Gunnar’s thoughts were the same as mine, for he spoke as he undid his own pants and took his cock in hand.
“I smell your need, Sophia. Dark and musky. Sweet, too. I want to taste you. We all do. Do you feel the power of our need?”
With his own pre-cum coating his fingers, he stroked between her thighs. From my position, I couldn’t see more than his hand disappearing, but when she leaned back against Rolf and cried out, I knew Gunnar was touching her. More pre-cum streamed from my own cock at the sight of her open-mouthed cry, her flushed skin.
“That’s it, Sophia. Do you feel our essence in your blood?”
“Yes.” She arched her back and shifted her hips toward Gunnar. His hair was too short for her to command with just one hand. She pulled my head back down for another kiss as Gunnar continued to touch her wet core. Rolf’s sweet words covered all of us as he held her still for our attention.
“We have a bond so powerful it connected us from across the universe. Our seed contains bonding elements that will make you crave our touch, mate. The fire in your blood will spread and burn through you until you come all over our cocks, over and over again.”
She whimpered into my mouth and I rubbed more of my essence onto her nipple, pinching her as I felt her legs collapse. Rolf held her steady, his voice wrapping our mate in a sensual cocoon as Gunnar and I worked her body with our hands. “You can feel how much we want you. Fuck, how much we need you.”
Sophia didn’t release me, but she lifted her hand from Gunnar’s head to wrap that arm around Rolf’s neck.
“Once we get our cocks in you, mate, fill you with our seed, the claiming will be complete.”
Sophia tore her lips from mine and begged, “Please.”
“We will give you what you want,” Gunnar said, standing to his full height, his hand still buried in her pussy. He lifted her slightly with the strength of his palm pressed to her clit. She whimpered and moved her hips, trying to fuck his hand.
Gods, she was so fucking hot, I had to step back before I spilled my seed like an untried youth.
I glanced at Rolf over her shoulder. I could tell by the way his eyebrow was raised that he, too, had made note of the strength of her reaction. We’d only given her a hint of our seed. What would happen when we stuffed her with three cocks and filled her all at once?
Gunnar withdrew as well, and our mate slumped against Rolf. Panting. Flushed. Her hands spread to the sides slightly behind her as she braced against the railing for balance. The black cloth covered her eyes and she waited, every curve on display, the rise and fall of her breasts hypnotically beautiful. I could have stared at her for hours.
“What now?” she asked. She licked her lips and whimpered when Rolf pulled his hands away and walked around her to join us. Her back was to the railing.
I stepped back so we could all just look at her, so aroused and n
eedy, desperate.
“Now we fuck you,” Gunnar murmured.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the big bed, settled her in the middle. We didn’t delay, stripped with a haste brought on only by the need of our mate.
“My cock first, my love,” Rolf said, moving over her.
She eagerly parted her thighs for him, cried out when he lowered his chest against hers, cupped her head in his hands. He kissed her, swallowing her cry when he slid into her. Sophia arched her back and lifted her knees to his hips as he began to thrust, in and out.
She tore her mouth from his, angled her head to the side, tilted it back as she cried out, “Oh God. I need…please, oh, harder.”
Gunnar and I stood to the sides of the bed and stroked our cocks, watching. It was hard to be patient while Rolf claimed her. While I wasn’t jealous of him with Sophia, fucking her and filling her with his seed, I was frustrated that he was deep inside her and not me.
Rolf did as Sophia bid and took her harder, cupping one hand behind her knee and raising it so he could go even deeper. The wet sound of slaps of their fucking filled the room.
“Come, Sophia,” Gunnar ordered.
While she hadn’t been trained yet to wait for his command to come, Sophia did as he bid. Her body bowed as she cried out her release.
“She’s milking my cock. Shit,” Rolf groaned. He stiffened above her, plunged deep one last time and came. When his seed filled her, Sophia screamed. Not in pain, but in an orgasmic bliss I was sure she’d never, ever felt before. We’d make her climax with our mouths, our fingers, toys, and we’d watch her as she did it herself. She would feel the instant sizzle of the bliss of it, but it would be nothing like the release when our seed filled her. The power of it was so strong that she would come again, just from it coating her inside and out.
And from three of us, she’d be all but drugged from it. At least at first. And who would resent that? It would taper, the intensity of it, but her need for us—just as we had for her—would never diminish. Our honeymoon period would mean constant fucking. It would mean we’d be insatiable for her and her for us in return. It would mean she would be constantly filled with our seed, all but ensuring it would take root and make a child.
There was no question she would be pregnant by the morning. The idea of her swelling and growing with our child had me ready to come, but I squeezed the base of my cock to stave it off. I wanted to be deep inside her when I did.
Rolf kissed her, gently, deeply, until she slumped, sated, on the bed.
“Rolf,” she sighed, catching her breath. Carefully, he pulled from her and sat back on his heels, just staring at her swollen and pink pussy, his seed slipping from her delicate folds. He was still hard and I knew he’d take her again if I didn’t practically push him out of the way.
As I knelt on the bed, I pulled her up and into my arms, her knees coming to straddle my thighs. She sat in my lap, my hard cock between us. Fluid seeped from it in a steady stream and I coated her belly with it. I knew the second it began to seep into her, for she came again. It wasn’t hard or intense, but a soft, rolling orgasm. I cupped her breasts and gently pinched her nipples as she rode that decadent wave. I pinched harder, testing her and she let her head fall back as she thrust her breasts into my hold. I tugged on them.
“Does that little bit of pain feel good?” I asked.
“Yes!” she cried.
As soon as she answered, I let her nipples go.
“I need to see you. Please, Erik.”
I glanced up at Gunnar, not for permission, but in surprise. She knew us, had learned our voices and sensed our differences even after knowing us such a short time.
He, too, seemed surprised, but most likely pleased. Tugging at the knot at the back of the material, it slipped from her eyes and onto the bed.
She blinked those soft brown eyes at me, so sated and relaxed, then smiled.
I couldn’t help but stroke over her cheek. So silky soft.
“I’ve never been like this before,” she admitted.
“What? With three men?” I frowned. “I hope not.”
She shook her head, her long hair a wild tangle over her shoulders.
“Come like this. I mean, I have. I’m not a virgin or anything.” She bit her lip, then glanced at me, then up at Gunnar. Rolf had settled at the head of the bed, his back propped up, contentedly watching. While he’d just fucked her and come—the bastard—he was lazily stroking his hard cock again.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I shouldn’t talk about other men when we’re…you know.”
Gunnar shook his head. “We need to know all your thoughts, Sophia. Everything about your body. No secrets. Since your orgasms belong to us now, we will know the truth.” He narrowed his eyes. “Then we will not speak of it again.”
“I’ve… I’ve never come with a man before.”
At her admission, Rolf’s chest all but swelled with egotistical pride.
“And you just came from only my seed touching your skin, my fingers playing with your nipples,” I added.
She blushed and bit her lip. “I know. I…I don’t understand.”
“It’s our connection, but also the seed power. With mates, it makes for a powerful connection. Desire will be strong, it will make you needy for more, for our cocks.”
“So you’re drugging me?” she asked.
I reached between us, coated my fingers, then lifted them to her mouth, slipped them in. She sucked on them, and knew she tasted the muskiness of her arousal mixed with the salty tang of Rolf’s seed. Her eyes fell closed and I could feel her body warm all over. When I slipped my fingers free, she licked her lips.
I shrugged in response to her question, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up and over my cock. Slowly, but with her own weight helping, she impaled herself on me.
Her eyes flared wide. “Does it matter?” I asked. “It feels so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.” I gripped her ass and shifted her, remaining deep inside her as my cock brushed over new places inside her.
“I’m not going to last, Sophia. You turn us into randy youths.”
“I know,” Rolf said. “I’m ready for her again.”
“Wait your turn,” Gunnar growled.
Even through her lust-filled brain, Sophia laughed. “So you’re just as drugged with need as I am.”
I grunted, lifting her hips and then lowering her back onto me.
“Ride me, Sophia. Show us what feels good.” She looked at me with those eyes—fuck, those eyes—then started to move, lifting and lowering. Just watching her breasts sway and bob as she did so had my cock hardening impossibly fuller. Her arousal and Rolf’s seed slipped from her, coated my thighs. The thick and heady scent of fucking filled the air.
Her eyes fell closed as she moved, placing her hands on my shoulder for balance as she moved up and down.
“Look at me,” I said. Sweat slipped down my brow, slicked the skin between us.
Her eyes fluttered open.
“I want to see you when you come. Don’t look away.”
Her motions had been tentative to start, eager after that, then quickly became wild with abandon. I took hold of her already hard little nipples and tugged once again, pinched the tender flesh and watched her eyes narrow, saw the surprise there.
“Come all over my cock, Sophia. Milk the seed from me. Take it.”
Her eyes flared as I pinched just the slightest bit harder and she came. All the while her inner walls clenched and squeezed my cock, she kept her eyes on me. Her breathy little pants finished me off, my balls tightening, then shooting forth all the seed I’d been saving just for her. Thick and hot, it spurted into her, filling her and marking her as mine.
Our breathing was ragged as we came down from the delicious release. She was quickly learning that she would not get a tame little orgasm from her men. We would wring every bit of pleasure from her body. And we weren’t done.
Gunnar was next.
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Sophia
No wonder Leah was happy. These Viken warriors, were going to fuck me to death. The last orgasm Erik gave me had me practically blacking out. I didn’t care if it was the weird seed power that was doing it or if it was their magic cocks. I wanted more. With a loud hiss, Erik lifted me off his cock. A trickle of seed slipped down my legs. I fell back on the bed beside Rolf’s legs, sated and smiling. Every single nerve ending in my body was tingling. My pussy was sore yet eager for more.
Gunnar, with his intense dark gaze, watched me as I recovered. His hand slid up and down his impressive shaft. It was long and thick, a dark ruddy red with a large head. Perhaps he was building up the anticipation, perhaps it was him giving me a moment to catch my breath, but when he was finally ready, he reached out, grabbed my ankle and rolled me onto my stomach.
I felt his knee press down on the bed as he hooked an arm about my waist and pulled my hips back so I was butt up, head down.
“Oh, God,” I whispered into the blanket.
“Are you ready for more, Sophia?” he asked. I turned my head to look up at him.
He could just take me and he knew I was eager, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. He was asking permission. For what, I had no idea. Perhaps he wasn’t going to tell me. But I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. He’d showed me that by the way he’d protected me in the forest. He’d showed me time and again by his ridiculous well of patience. He showed me by checking in with me, confirming I wanted him. Wanted what he was going to do.
I didn’t want to ask. I didn’t need to, because I was going to love it no matter how carnal or dirty or decadent or sweet or wild it was.
I nodded, but remembered he wanted me to say it. “Yes. I’m ready.”
He moved behind me so I couldn’t see him, but felt his hand stroke up the back of my thigh.
“Good girl.”
I shivered at the light touch, but when his fingers stroked over my dripping folds, I almost burst into flames. “We’ve been gentle with you,” he said.
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