Reign

by Elizabeth Kelly

  “Don’t be so silly,” I told myself. “You’re not going to die in the garden for heaven’s sake. You’ll find your way out eventually and if you don’t, someone else will find you before you…oh shit.”

  I had been staring at my feet as I talked, and I looked up in time to see that the path ended in a wall of tangled vines. Thankfully, the path was a t-junction and I hurried forward and looked to the right and then the left.

  “Are you kidding me?” I groaned. Both directions were dead ends and I muttered a curse before tentatively touching the wall of vines. Maybe I could push my way through it. I snorted loudly, going off path was a very bad idea. I just needed to turn around and choose another direction at the cross-intersection. Easy peasy. I was not going to die in a beautiful garden in the middle of an alien’s palace. That was just silly.

  “What are you doing here?”

  I whirled around and stared wide-eyed at the copper-eyed alien standing behind me. “Galan, thank God. I’m lost.”

  “You should not be here,” he said. “You are confined to your quarters. Who brought you here?”

  “No one brought me here. I decided I wanted to go for a walk in the garden, so I did. I’m not a prisoner.”

  He sighed and leaned against the stone wall as his gaze flickered over my body. “Sabrina, disobeying our king’s orders is a very bad idea.”

  “He’s not my king,” I said. “And do you think it’s fair that he’s trying to keep me a prisoner?”

  He hesitated before shaking his head. “No, but it is for your own safety.”

  “It has nothing to do with that.” I walked to Galan and leaned against the wall next to him. “He’s acting like a spoiled little boy who is keeping his favourite toy locked up so no others can play with it.”

  I gasped in surprise when Galan turned and pressed his hard body against mine. He lifted my arms above my head and pinned them against the wall as he stared down at me. “Does his toy wish to play with another?”

  I swallowed and licked my lips. Galan’s cock was hard and pushing against my stomach and just like that I was so turned on, my panties were wet. Shamefully, it was taking every ounce of my willpower not to rub against his dick. What was wrong with me? I was a terrible person.

  I liked Galan and I definitely lusted after him, but there were none of the butterflies in my stomach that I felt whenever I was around Quill. I didn’t have an urge to ask Galan everything about his life or spend time with him that didn’t involve him making me climax.

  I blushed furiously at my shameless, dirty thoughts and looked away. Galan cupped my face with his free hand and made me meet his gaze. “Do you wish to play with another, Sabrina?”

  “I – he told me not to,” I whispered. “I may want to play with another, but I won’t betray Quill.”

  Shame flickered in Galan’s eyes and he dropped my wrists and stepped away. “Nor will I. Forgive me, human. I lost control and it will not happen again.”

  “I’m sorry too, Galan.” I reached out to touch him and he moved away, shaking his head.

  “No, do not touch me. I wish to obey my king, but a Draax only has so much willpower.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said again.

  He backed away until he was standing in the middle of the t-juncture and gave me a wry look. “I fear that if our king even knew I was alone with you, he would banish me from the palace. Or, perhaps he would simply take my head and be done with it.”

  I frowned at him. “He wouldn’t. He doesn’t care about me. Besides, we did nothing wrong, Galan. We were only talking.”

  I stiffened when I heard a familiar curse coming from behind me. I turned around and stared wide-eyed at Quill when he came around the corner.

  “What are you doing here?” He snapped at me.

  “Wh-what are you doing here?” I glanced nervously behind me. Galan had disappeared. He must have been standing in either the dead-end path to the left or to the right. Probably a smart move on his part. Quill looked angry enough to lose his shit even on his best friend.

  “It is my garden! Who brought you out of your quarters?” Quill said angrily.

  “No one,” I said. “I brought myself.”

  “You could not find the garden on your own.”

  “Well, I did.”

  “I heard you talking to someone, human.”

  “I was talking to myself.” I tamped down my urge to glance behind me at the vine wall again.

  He moved closer as his tail lashed out like a whip and wrapped around my waist. He pulled me close until my breasts were pressing against his chest and wrapped his hand in my hair. His gaze dropped to my mouth before he rubbed his thumb across my cheekbone. He pushed his erection against my lower belly and grinned with satisfaction when I moaned.

  “Tell me the truth, human. Who were you speaking to?”

  “No one. I was talking to myself.”

  “Why did you disobey my orders to stay in your quarters?”

  “Why have you been avoiding me the last three days?” I countered.

  “Answer the question. Why did you disobey me?” His big hand cupped my right breast and I wished suddenly that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

  “I – I’m not your slave,” I whispered as I arched into his touch.

  “No, you are not.” He kissed me, pulling back when I tried to slip my tongue between his lips. “But you did disobey me and that means I must punish you.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement I was feeling. “What kind of punishment?”

  He squeezed my breast before bending his head and sucking on my throat. “I’ve missed you, sadora.”

  “You’re the one who’s avoiding – oh!”

  His hand had slipped under my dress and his fingers stroked my leg before slipping between my legs and cupping my pussy through my panties. “I like your dress. I like how easily I can touch your pussy when you’re wearing it.”

  He rubbed me through the wet material and made an appreciative growl. “So wet already, my sadora.”

  I cast a guilty look at the t-junction and Quill’s hand tightened in my hair. “Look at me.”

  I stared up at him obediently and he kissed me until I was moaning softly and my mouth was swollen and red from his kisses.

  “Time for your punishment.”

  He led me to the stone wall and leaned back against it. I was standing in front of him and he unwrapped his tail from my waist before pulling his shirt over his head. I stared at his broad naked chest as he folded his shirt into a thick pad and placed it on the ground between us. My confusion was cleared up when Quill pushed on my shoulders. “On your knees, little human.”

  “Quill,” I whispered as my face flamed bright red. “I’ve never, that is…”

  Quill stroked my face. “I know, sweet sadora. On your knees.”

  He pushed again, and I sank to my knees, resting them on his folded-up shirt as his big hand stroked my hair. His other unbuttoned his pants and I watched as he pulled his cock free and rubbed it with his hand.

  “Open, sadora.”

  My gaze flickered to the t-junction again. Galan was there, no doubt listening and knowing exactly what I was about to do. Would he look, I wondered. Would he peek around that corner and watch as I sucked his king’s cock?

  The thought that Galan would watch sent fresh lust through me and I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to stop the ache.

  “Sabrina, obey your king and open your mouth,” Quill said.

  My pussy throbbing with need, I turned my gaze back to Quill and opened my mouth. He pushed the head of his cock past my lips and I sucked tentatively at it as he stroked my hair.

  “Good, sadora,” he praised. “Take more.”

  He fed me more of his cock and cupped the back of my head with his hand. He held me firmly as he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. His low moans and the look of delight on his face made me bold. I sucked more firmly as I wrapped my hand around the thick base and rubbed hard.

/>   “Krono, that is good,” he muttered. “Such a good sadora to suck my cock.” He swept my hair into a ponytail and gripped it hard, using it to guide my mouth back and forth over his dick. I licked at the ridge as pre-come dripped onto my tongue and the taste of gallberries filled my mouth.

  I moaned around his cock and he shuddered before thrusting more quickly. I sucked eagerly and cried out in disappointment when he pulled his cock from my mouth. He was staring at the t-junction and my stomach dropped when he said, “Who is there?”

  “Quill,” I licked the head of his cock, “don’t -”

  “Show yourself,” he demanded. He groaned when I sucked on the head of his cock and pushed me away again. “Be still, Sabrina.”

  “Quill…”

  Galan appeared in the t-junction. My eyes dropped to the front of his pants. His erection was obvious, and it sent a flood of wetness to my pussy.

  “Forgive me, my King,” Galan said in a low voice. “I should have announced my presence immediately.”

  Quill’s nostrils flared. “Yes, you should have.”

  Galan’s gaze dropped to me and Quill followed it. “Sabrina,” he said hoarsely, “did you know Galan was there?”

  I nodded. “He found me in the garden just before you did.”

  “Why did you not say anything?” Quill asked.

  “I didn’t want him to get in trouble for speaking to me,” I whispered. “And I liked that he was – was listening to us.”

  Quill inhaled sharply and pre-come dripped from his cock. I licked it away with my tongue. Both men groaned and without taking my eyes off Quill’s face, I parted my lips and slid my mouth over his cock. I took as much as I could which embarrassingly was only about half, but I sucked with hard enthusiasm as Quill watched me with glittering intensity.

  After a few minutes, he glanced at Galan. “Watching you suck me is driving him crazy. He cannot resist touching himself. Do you like that, sadora?”

  I nodded around his cock and stared at Galan. His hand was in his pants and fisting his cock.

  “What do you think it would do to him to see you being fucked?” Quill asked.

  My gaze snapped back to him and I didn’t object when he pulled me to my feet. He kissed me hard as his hands reached for the zipper of my dress. He yanked down the zipper and curled his fingers into my dress before tugging it down. It pooled at my feet and he flicked open my bra and raked it from my body. He dropped it to the ground and nibbled at my earlobe as he reached for my panties.

  I grabbed at his hand and gave Galan a quick, fleeting glance. “Quill, I -”

  “Your body is beautiful, sadora,” Quill said into my ear. “I wish for Galan to see it. Will you do that for me?”

  I nodded and dropped his wrist.

  “Good girl,” he murmured before pulling my panties down. I stepped out of them and toed my sandals off as Quill studied my naked body.

  “So beautiful,” he repeated before turning me to face Galan. I automatically tried to cover my body with my arms as Quill stepped behind me. His cock brushed against the small of my back as he took my arms and held them down.

  “No, let Galan look at you. You are stunning, my sadora, and he wants you very much.”

  I stood completely still, a flush rising in my chest as Galan stared at my naked body. When Quill cupped my breasts and pulled at my nipples with his fingers, Galan groaned, and his hand rubbed frantically in his pants.

  “Do you see how beautiful he finds you, sadora?” Quill whispered.

  I arched my back when Quill pulled on my nipples again. “Would you like to see his cock?”

  I nodded, and Quill kissed my neck. “Show her your cock, Galan.”

  Galan immediately unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out. I stared wide-eyed at it as he squeezed the base. He was as long and thick as Quill and my damn mouth actually watered as I stared at it.

  “Do you want his cock, my sadora?

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please, Quill.”

  His low laugh made me shiver with pleasure. I parted my legs when he cupped my pussy and rubbed it.

  “He is not allowed here,” he said loud enough for Galan to hear. “Your pussy is for my cock and my cock only. Do you understand?”

  I nodded, and he squeezed my pussy. “Say it, sadora. Say it so I know you understand exactly what I am saying.”

  “My pussy is only for your cock,” I said. “Galan isn’t allowed to fuck me.”

  “That is right, little human.” Quill stared at Galan. “Do you understand, Galan?”

  “Yes, my King,” Galan gasped out as he fisted his cock. “No fucking.”

  “Good,” Quill said.

  I moaned when Quill rubbed my clit. His talented fingers stroked and petted my clit for only a few minutes and I was already on the verge of my climax. I forgot Galan was watching and pumped my hips without shame against Quill’s hand

  “Come for your king, sadora,” Quill murmured into my ear. He pinched my clit, his other hand covering my mouth to muffle my scream of pleasure. I shook with the force of my orgasm as it rushed through me. His tail around my waist kept me on my feet, while his hand between my legs kept little ripples of pleasure spreading through my pussy.

  “Is she not so beautiful when she comes, Galan?”

  My eyes popped open and I blushed as Galan groaned and nodded. “Very beautiful, Quill.”

  Quill moved his hand away and Galan groaned again when Quill showed him the wetness on his fingers. He pushed them against my lips and I cleaned his fingers with my tongue as Galan watched with bright desperation.

  “Galan will enjoy being in your mouth,” Quill said, “but for tonight, he will watch as I fuck you.”

  He turned me in his arms and lifted me up. His tail wrapped around my waist as I slung my legs around his hips and clung to him. He kissed me again before resting my back against the stone wall. He supported me against the wall with his lower body and bent his head to suck and lick at both of my nipples. I clutched his head and stared at Galan. He had moved closer and his face was a mask of need and want as he watched Quill suck my nipples into hard and swollen buds.

  Quill lifted his head and kissed my throat. “Are you ready for my cock, Sabrina?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, I need it, Quill.”

  “I know.” He shifted me and reached between us. I clung to his shoulders, arching against him as he guided his cock to my entrance. He pushed and half of him slid in so easily that it brought a grunt of surprise from his lips.

  “So wet,” he said. “You are enjoying being fucked while Galan watches.”

  “Yes,” I admitted. “Please, I need more, Quill.”

  Quill pushed again and we both moaned when he sank in to the hilt. I wiggled against the invasion, feeling that delicious burn as I stretched around him.

  “Krono,” Galan groaned, “she can take all of you.”

  “Yes,” Quill gasped. “She is so tight, Galan. You cannot imagine.”

  “Please,” I begged as I squeezed his waist with my thighs. Now that he was in me and filling that empty ache, I needed him to move. “Fuck me, Quill.”

  Galan made a low gasping noise of need as his hand moved faster over his cock. “For the love of Krono, fuck her. Do what your mate asks.”

  Quill cupped both of my thighs in his hands and held me up as he spread them wide. “I’m going to move harder this time, sadora. Tell me if it is too much.”

  “I will,” I moaned as he moved slowly. I was worried that I would be too heavy for him to support, but his biceps barely bulged as he leaned back and watched his dick slide in and out of my wet pussy.

  Galan moaned, and I turned my head to study him. His eyes were glued to my pussy and I grew wetter when pre-come spilled from the tip of Galan’s cock.

  “Harder, Quill. Fuck her harder,” Galan said in a low voice.

  Quill did what he asked, sliding in and out in a hard rhythm that made my body bang against the stone wall behind me.
I clutched at his shoulders, gasping and moaning and not even caring that my tits were bouncing wildly with every hard thrust that Quill made.

  “Touch yourself, sadora,” Quill demanded.

  I reached down and rubbed at my clit. It was still sensitive from my earlier orgasm and I was almost immediately ready to climax. Both Quill and Galan moaned in unison and a little trickle of power went through me. I rubbed harder, circling my clit as they both watched. I was on the verge of coming, but when I tried to slow down, both Quill and Galan made harsh noises of disapproval.

  “I’m close,” I whispered. “I can’t – I’m so close.”

  “Good,” Quill said. “Come all over my cock, sadora. Squeeze it with your tight pussy.”

  I cried out and rubbed at my clit as Quill drove in and out of me. I had enough sense not to scream when I climaxed, but it was a barely-won battle. Pleasure roared through me, blotting out the discomfort of the scraping of the stone against my bare back as Quill fucked me hard and rough. My pussy squeezed around him, pulling him deep inside of me and refusing to let go. He breathed my name and buried his face in my neck as he came deep inside of my pussy. Vaguely, I was aware of Galan’s harsh pants and his low moan as he climaxed.

  Quill held my trembling body as I slumped against him. I kissed his thick neck and glanced at Galan. He was rubbing his cock slowly as it softened and there was a puddle of light green semen soaking into the ground in front of him.

  I gave him a shy smile as Quill eased out of me and lowered me to the ground. My legs were trembling, and Quill flicked his tail around my waist, helping me to stay on my feet before pressing a kiss against my forehead. I thought I would feel embarrassed as both Quill and Galan tucked their cocks away and buttoned their pants, but I didn’t. Instead, I felt sated and relaxed for the first time in three days. I leaned weakly against Quill as Galan approached us.

  “Thank you, my King,” he said in a low voice before smiling at me. “You are beautiful, Sabrina. Good night.”

  “Bye, Galan,” I said.

  He walked down the path and disappeared as Quill pulled his shirt on before picking up my panties. He helped me into them and I slipped on my sandals as he handed me my bra. I winced when I tried to put it on and it sent pain up and down my back. I touched my back tentatively as Quill picked up my dress. I could feel wetness and I pulled my hand away and stared in surprise at the blood.