Alien Warlords' Baby: SciFi Menage Surprise Baby Romance (Warlords of Octava Book 1)

by Vi Voxley

  The long dark silver tattoos on Harbor's skin ran all the way to his crotch, dragging Riley's gaze to the thick, long shaft already rock hard. She gulped, her eyes fluttering shut for a second as she imagined herself impaled on that cock, riding it until she saw stars.

  She couldn't keep them closed for very long though, since where Harbor was feral, brutishly strong, Cole was the refined edge of the blades he carried. The commander looked at Riley with a dark promise in his eyes, his cock clearly aching for her as much as she longed for him.

  They charged at her, there was no other way to put it. Riley found herself caught between them, moaning and crying out when they kissed, bit and licked her wherever they could reach.

  She trembled under their skillful hands, gasping when both added one finger into her. She rocked against them, feeling the cocks growing even harder against her naked skin.

  It had been too long since she'd been in the arms of a man, clearly, even if no one compared to the two Gargons. The long years spent in warzones hadn't provided much opportunity to find a man and all that suppressed desire was rushing back to her.

  "Don't tease," Riley pleaded breathlessly when Harbor and Cole moved their fingers slowly inside her, completely in contrast to the biting, hard kisses on her neck.

  As an answer, Cole chuckled and sank to his knees before her. He pressed his tongue on her clit and Riley let out a small scream, instinctively grinding her pussy against the warm, wet tongue. It felt simply amazing, liberating, sweetly burning like the flame of ecstasy within her –

  "Lift her up," Cole said roughly and Riley yelped when Harbor wrapped his strong arms around her and did exactly that.

  They moved so perfectly in sync that Riley would have thought they'd rehearsed it if she hadn't known better. They couldn’t have rehearsed for this.

  Cole helped Harbor gather her into his arms better so that she was almost folded in two, her legs dangling in the commander's grip. That left her pussy exposed and spread wide for Cole who knelt down again with a satisfied grin.

  Riley was certain her cheeks were flushed, her private parts laid open like that to men she'd just met but all those ideas washed away when Harbor lowered her, just a little. She felt Cole's tongue on her sex and then he pushed two fingers into her pussy, spreading her apart for him.

  Her eyes flew wide and a long, drawn-out moan filled the room as her fateds began moving together, wordlessly knowing what to do. Her body tingled from head to toe as Harbor rhythmically lowered her down on Cole's tongue, slipping into her pussy every time.

  "Fuck," Riley panted, "fuck yes... like that, faster!"

  The sensation was more intense than anything she'd ever experienced before. It was like Cole knew every sensitive spot within her, stimulating them all at once with his tongue and fingers. The warm tongue darted into her throbbing, wet pussy, making Riley's toes curl with overwhelming pleasure.

  It wasn't just that alone. The thrill of submission, the way her fateds knew exactly how to please her and did so without question was exhilarating beyond anything. Riley's mind was spinning as the fantasy she had never thought she had played out with her in the leading role.

  Two gorgeous, strong men ravishing her body, taking everything they wanted, claiming her, pleasuring her...

  Too much. I can't...

  "Cole–" Riley pleaded out loud, "please, now, I need your cock! Let me ride you!"

  It didn't take much more pleading than that for Cole to get up on his feet and pull her into a fierce kiss. Riley tasted herself on his tongue while the hard cocks of her fateds promised her that she was in for the kind of sex she'd never had before – one that left her numb and dizzy afterward.

  Harbor gently lowered her to the ground and Riley found her legs shaking from just the foreplay alone. Her pulse was through the roof with excitement as she searched Cole's eyes for any hint of what he was going to do to her.

  His green eyes were roaming over her and Riley shivered, seeing them flash when he raised his gaze to her again.

  "You look so fucking fantastic I can't decide which part of you I want to see the most," Cole murmured, growling. "That is the best problem I've ever faced."

  Harbor's hands were still on her, caressing her, fondling her breasts as Riley tried to calm herself. She didn't want it to be over too soon. The fire burning inside her was so new and vibrant that she wanted to keep feeding it, needing it to last.

  It was nothing like the things that usually turned her on or excited her. Being with her fateds was on a whole different level in every sense of the word and Riley didn't want to miss a second.

  "Just take me," she whispered, barely able to pronounce the words since her throat was closing up fast.

  Cole obeyed with a wild snarl, pulling her into his embrace and lowering them to the ground. Riley found herself kneeling before him with Cole behind her, holding her up easily, kissing her neck fervently.

  When she felt the tip of his thick, hard cock against her pussy, Riley whined, her mouth opening and her moans filling the room as Cole pushed inside slowly.

  He felt amazing, better than any man who'd ever been inside her. The hard shaft inside her felt like it was made for her, brushing against every sensitive spot and filling her to the brink. The edge of pain was so delicious that Riley moved her hips before Cole did, needing more of him.

  "Patience," Cole growled to her, a hint of strain in his voice. "I don't want to hurt you."

  "Hurt me," Riley repeated, gasping. "The only thing that hurts me is the wait. Take me, I–"

  She didn't get to tell him how much she needed to be fucked all the ways into the next week. Possibly Cole understood from the way her pussy clamped down on his cock, trying to bring it deeper inside her. With one hand around her, the man began pounding into her, harsh and fast now. Riley cried out, biting her lip. The pain was suddenly there, very present, but she didn't say a thing. It was coupled with the most magical kind of pleasure she'd ever felt.

  It shouldn't have felt that good. Taking Cole's cock felt like being split in two. The warlord's hand was in her hair, gently tugging it back, exposing her neck to him for hungry kisses. Riley gasped out loud when Harbor knelt before her, leaning down to toy with her clit while Cole kept mercilessly slamming into her.

  She moaned when Harbor bowed down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth – there was just too much of everything. The different stimuli would have been hard to bear alone, all put together it was quickly driving her out of her mind.

  Her entire body was burning up, ravaged by the waves of pleasure crashing over her. The approaching orgasm was so close that Riley could almost taste it. Every inch of her was curling up in anticipation of the lightning strike that was about to come.

  She dug her fingers into Cole's arm, screaming when they left her mouth unattended for even a second. The ecstasy was overwhelming, positively blinding in that Riley couldn't see a thing.

  She was nothing but a ball of pleasure, vibrating under the skillful, clever hands of her fateds. Cole's breath was ragged now, he was panting against her neck and the tickling sent another thrill through Riley.

  Her pussy was slowly growing accustomed to a cock that large within her but it didn't take the edge away. Still, every thrust sent her rocking forward right into Harbor's lap, her gasps broken as Cole slammed the air out of her lungs with every thrust.

  "I'm gonna, I – Yes! Yes!" she screamed when a sharp hit right against her core sent reality itself tumbling around her. "Cole!"

  Riley felt the commander's fingers digging into her as he grunted, dark and deep, picking up speed even more. She screamed, her voice hoarse, cumming, desperately panting for air, feeling like the heat and the pleasure and the sheer release of energy were going to knock her out cold.

  Cole pounded his seed into her ravished body. Riley felt the hot cum filling her, making her twitch under the onslaught of sensations. She was utterly spent but Harbor only gave her a second to relax when Cole slowly pulled out, his cu
m trickling down her thighs.

  "That was amazing," Riley whispered, panting. "I don't think I've ever came that hard."

  "I'll take that as a challenge," she heard Harbor's voice say and raised her eyes just to see a dangerous flash in her other fated's eyes.

  Riley cried out in surprise when the big warrior pulled her out of Cole's grip and right onto his lap. The tip of Harbor's cock poked at her sensitive flesh, still wet with Cole's cum. She shuddered, still in her afterglow, every nerve ending tingling, trying to calm down.

  It didn't work. Just feeling Harbor's chiseled, firm chest against hers was enough for Riley to feel like she might be ready to go for round two after all. She couldn't believe the commander could make her cum so soon after her last orgasm, but he wasn't a regular man.

  Gargons had tricks that women told each other about in hushed voices, unsure whether they wanted to keep it a secret or afraid they'd betray their addiction to it.

  It is said that once you have been fucked by a Gargon, you won't be able to go back to anything else ever again. I'm starting to think I need to jot that rumor down as true.

  When Harbor pushed inside, Riley screamed. The pleasure of having her pussy spread by his huge cock was making her think it really was a drug of some sort. Who in the galaxy could have denied themselves pleasure like that? She felt Harbor push himself up a little, still kneeling, so he could get a better angle and more maneuvering room.

  Riley clung to him as the warlord began slamming into her, his thrusts hard and deep. The growls he made were the sexiest thing she'd ever heard. Like a great beast, strong and hard and powerful, taking what he wanted from her.

  His skin was warm and firm under her fingers, every inch of the perfect body muscled and taut. At a better time, possibly somewhere soft, Riley wanted to properly explore her new fateds. To get to know every dip and curve of their amazing physiques, lick the trails of those tattoos with her tongue...

  "So tight," Harbor growled, fucking her with a merciless, devouring hunger. "Just incredible..."

  Riley could no longer reply. Her voice was gone, lost to the howling cries and the heavy, breathless moans. Only whimpers remained for her to tell Harbor how much she loved being fucked by him, how much she enjoyed being taken like that.

  She rocked against Harbor as well as she could but it was impossible to match the commander's pace. Riley gave up, letting herself go limp, merely trying to weather the ride. She arched her back when Harbor hit the spot, then repeated it, stronger and harder until she was clawing at him. Hopeless, wordless cries fell from her lips as she was pounded just the way she needed it.

  "I want you to cry out when you cum," Harbor whispered to her, the deep voice making it an order. "I want to hear that pretty voice of yours breaking over my name."

  Riley could barely breathe, let alone scream, but the growled order was turning her on so much she didn't think she could stop herself even if her voice failed her. Holding on to Harbor's wide, mighty shoulders, she bit her lip and endured the sharp, ruthless thrusts that made her entire body shake.

  Harbor was close too, she could feel his hard cock throbbing inside her, ready to cum.

  Riley did scream when she orgasmed again.

  " Harbor!" she cried out when the commander groaned deeply, pulling her harder against him and pounding into her until she was certain either the world or she was going to split in two.

  The second orgasm was as intense as the first, leaving Riley trembling and out of breath in its wake. The massive wave of pleasure washed over her, hot and cold at the same time, her limbs shivering and then there was only the sweet numbness.

  Riley fell into the soft pleasure like it was a warm bed, unable to keep the smile from her lips. Harbor followed her over the edge, spilling his hot seed into her pussy, placing gentle, lazy kisses on her lips as they both came down from the high.

  It seemed like half an eternity had passed in a second when Harbor pulled out, letting Riley slip to the floor and lay there, breathing manually like she no longer functioned as a human being.

  It was such a pity to have to dress again ten minutes later when they'd enjoyed more soft kisses and gentle caresses. For once, Riley could feel her interest in the mechanics and the guts of war machines fade away. Instead she couldn't wait to be back on Octava and spend a little more time with her fateds.

  As her mind slowly cleared, she thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to get to know the men she was supposed to be soulmates with.

  Right when she wanted to ask if that was really the case, the ship interrupted with an alarm.

  That can't be good, Riley thought, looking at the red lights blinking in the room. Red is never the code for anything good.

  9

  Harbor

  The alarm bells were ringing all over the ship. Proximity warnings were going wild as though the enemies were right on top of them and still closing in.

  Harbor's first reaction was fury at the Eridons for daring to spoil such a perfect moment between him and his fated. His second was anger at his own crew for missing the approaching raiding party.

  How did the Eridons manage to sneak up on him? It wasn't the first time it had happened either – lately the enemies had been able to surprise the Gargon ships, making them vulnerable in a fight. That wasn't a word that was usually associated with the armadas.

  Clearly he needed to find out the reason for that disturbing occurrence and put an end to it.

  Harbor opened his comm link to the bridge.

  "Commander," said Rorce, the officer of the watch. "It's a raid. Four ships, damn fast. One got through to the planet. Captain Falko reported they handled it. Three still with us. I believe they are targeting us on purpose."

  That was interesting. Eridons weren't the type to actively seek trouble and direct battle with the Gargons. It was the females they were interested in and what they hunted always came first. Attacking a flagship of the armadas wasn't just unusual, it was borderline suicidal.

  Harbor and Cole exchanged a quick look. The situation needed them, yet they hesitated to leave Riley alone.

  She seemed to pick that up from their silence.

  "Go. Go!" she urged them quickly. "Get those bastards!"

  There was a glint of excitement in her eyes, telling Harbor to his quick delight that his fated wasn't scared at all. He liked that fierceness about her, the look in her eyes that was ready to face the enemy even if she had to know that as a female, she was a definite target.

  "Stay here," he ordered Riley. "We'll post guards at this door. Do not come out. You know the Eridons."

  A little disappointed, Riley nodded.

  "I understand," she said then. "I won't do anything stupid, I promise. Go now!"

  Pulling her in for one last, passionate kiss, Harbor and Cole rushed out of the door. The first step they took, their entire presence changed.

  With Riley, they had been in private, in every sense of the word. The fated bonds were absolute. The couples didn't hold secrets from each other, which most definitely included being honest with one another and that was exactly what Harbor had done.

  Every word out of his mouth was exactly what he thought and felt. There was no falsehood to that, no show to impress the female. It was just him.

  Out in the real world – if Riley was the perfect, almost unreal one – Harbor was the commander of the Gargon armadas. He immediately stood straighter, the expression on his face became stern and harsh, even the way he walked told people to get out of his way or be ready to face his wrath.

  There was more, however. Something that made Cole's presence doubly annoying now that they shared a fated.

  Harbor believed, without question, that it was the role of the commander to set an example for his men. That was why he was making his way to the heart of the battle, following the instructions of the bridge. The sword was bared in his hand, ready to flood the decks of the ship with Eridon blood.

  That was his creed, his way of war. As the leader, Harbor c
onsidered it vital that he was always the first in and the last one out of battle. There was no other way for him to lead the armies if not by personal example.

  Cole didn't agree. The other commander didn't fall a step behind him, twirling one of his short blades between his fingers, ready to fight. He wasn't a coward, but he didn't seek battle for the same reason Harbor did.

  Cole wanted to win, to be better – and to live because he was exactly that. Harbor considered himself a commodity of the Gargon people while Cole thought of himself as an asset.

  It was infuriating, but that wasn't the time for that disagreement. With Riley aboard, Harbor knew that for once, Cole agreed with him. The Eridons needed to die as quickly as possible so their fated could be safe.

  "No tricks this time," Harbor barked to Cole. "We need to make sure Riley is safe! If I see you engaging anyone in a needless duel, the next one you have will be with me!"

  Cole glared at him, fury raging in his green eyes.

  "Mind your own business," the other commander snapped at him. "I would never put Riley in danger! You better make sure you come back to her in one piece!"

  Harbor didn't reply to that. He didn't trust himself to speak, afraid his self-control would break at the worst possible moment.

  They could already hear a ruckus up ahead coming from one of the docking bays, when Harbor's comm link started beeping urgently.

  "Report," he ordered roughly, not slowing down.

  "Commander," Rorce almost shouted. "Attacking ship has been identified as the Haron. Magorra is here."

  Harbor felt his blood roar. Magorra was the most brutal and vicious of all the Eridons, the leader of their scouts and the most probable instigator of the whole raid. He was a beloved figure within the League, especially if he was someone else's problem. On the many peaceful worlds of the Alliance, Terra included, Magorra's name was a synonym for almost every horror they could have imagined.