Bridging the Distance: A Kindred Tales Novel (Brides of the Kindred)

by Evangeline Anderson

  “The Goddess is good—we found you just in time and your memories are restored,” Bound told him. He dropped his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Lorelei’s bare shoulder. “And of course, My Lady Lorelei did everything in her power to save you. You have more than fulfilled your oath,” he told her.

  Torn raised one dark eyebrow and looked at her.

  “You took an oath to save me?”

  “She said she would do everything in her power to bring us back together—that she would hold nothing back in her quest to reunite us,” Bound said. “And so she has.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, sending a shiver down Lorelei’s spine.

  “Honorable as well as beautiful, hmm?” Torn growled softly. “I have to hand it to you, Brother—when you go hunting for a female, you certainly find the very best.”

  “Thank you both—you’re so sweet.” Lorelei smiled at both twins. She was feeling warm and close and comfortable in a way that shouldn’t have been possible when she was cuddled up naked between two men she’d known less than a week. But the connection between was so strong it seemed they’d known each other for years. As though they’d always been meant to be together.

  For a moment she had a passing thought…Didn’t I have a dream something like this a while ago? Maybe that was why this situation felt so comfortable…so right…

  “Thank you for coming with my brother to find me,” Torn said seriously, interrupting her musing. “My memories are fuzzy but I think I was about to be reduced to a pile of fucking ashes before you stepped in.”

  “You came a hairsbreadth from death,” Bound’s face went pale at the memory. “But you’re safe now, Brother. We all are.”

  “Safe with the most beautiful little Elite I’ve ever seen lying between me and my twin,” Torn rumbled, grinning as he cupped Lorelei’s breast and gently thumbed her nipple. “I might not remember much of the nightmare the V’radors put me through, but this is a damn fine way to wake up.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Bound sighed happily, one big hand roving lazily over the curve of Lorelei’s waist and hip.

  “Mmm…” The little moan of pleasure slipped out before Lorelei could stop it. “If you two keep that up, you’re going to get me going again,” she scolded breathlessly. “I still feel that strange connection between us—do you?”

  “You mean the feeling like my shaft is going to burst every time we touch?” Torn growled.

  “I feel it too,” Bound admitted. “It’s…most unusual.”

  Lorelei was glad she wasn’t the only one. At least she had an excuse for feeling so aroused, which otherwise might be kind of embarrassing.

  “Do you think it’s the nanites?” she asked.

  “You mean the Thought-eaters?” Torn frowned. “Don’t know, Little Mistress. But if it is, this is the first good thing they’ve done for me. Up until now they’ve done nothing but fucking torment me and try to steal my memories.”

  “The Countess du’Montrive said you were meant to be sold as a bodyguard/love-slave,” Bound said thoughtfully. “I wonder if the nanites serve two functions—to make you incredibly strong and enraged when you or someone you care for is threatened and also to entice and pleasure your lady?”

  “And when I touch you both, I’m acting as a kind of conductor—a kind of bridge—so we all feel the rush,” Lorelei said excitedly. “That must be it.”

  “You certainly do bridge the distance between us, Little Mistress,” Torn remarked. “Without you, I’d still be trying to kill my twin.” He nodded at Bound’s bruised cheek. “Sorry about that, by the way, Brother.”

  “You didn’t know what you were doing,” Bound told him. “I deserved that and more for not watching closely enough and letting you be taken.”

  “It could have happened to either one of us,” Torn said. “It’s all right, Bound.”

  But the Light Twin looked so upset that Lorelei wanted to comfort him.

  “Come here,” she said, drawing his head down to rest on her breast. “And you too,” she added, reaching for Torn with her other arm.

  They both came willingly enough and, as Torn nuzzled against her bare breast, he murmured, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this how we started?”

  “You mean with both of us sucking our lady’s sweet nipples?” Bound murmured. “As matter of fact it is—don’t you remember?”

  “It’s hazy—the Mind-biters still had me in their grip,” Torn admitted. “But I do remember the taste of our lady’s pussy—sweet and salty and delicious.”

  “Hey…” Lorelei was beginning to feel a little breathless—the current of sexual need flowing through the three of them was making her feel hot and wet all over again—almost as though she hadn’t just had a mind-blowing orgasm not ten minutes before.

  “It’s true, Little Mistress,” Torn growled, looking at her. “May I have your permission to show my twin exactly what I mean?”

  “I…I guess so.” Lorelei wasn’t exactly sure what he had in mind but a moment later when one big hand slid down to cup her pussy mound, she began to get the idea.

  “Going to spread your pussy open now, Mistress,” Torn murmured in her ear, his emerald eyes hot. “Going to touch deep inside you to get some of your delicious pussy honey for my twin. All right?”

  “I…I guess so. Oh!” Lorelei moaned, for two long, thick fingers were parting her pussy lips and sliding deep into her heated depths.

  “Gods, you’re so tight and wet.” Torn’s voice was low and ragged as he looked at her while his fingers went even deeper. “I was going to get a sample of your honey for my twin to taste but now I think I want to fingerfuck you a while.”

  “Oh…Oh God!” Lorelei gasped in pleasure as he suited actions to words, thrusting his long, thick fingers deep into her wet pussy, making her moan and arch her back with need as he touched her.

  “Do you like the feeling of my brother’s fingers in your pussy, My Lady?” Bound asked softly. His intense blue eyes were half-lidded as he watched the erotic display.

  “I…I do,” Lorelei admitted, rocking in time with the Dark Twin’s thrusting. “But don’t…don’t either of you get jealous when you’re not the one…the one doing the, uh, touching?”

  “My brother’s pleasure is my pleasure,”” Bound answered. “I know I’ll get my turn eventually and in the meantime, I enjoy watching Torn touch and take a female. My brother never holds anything back when he’s attempting to make a lover come.”

  “Bound likes to watch,” Torn confided in a low, hot voice. “He’s also very fucking good at dirty talk, as you might have noticed. It tends to increase a female’s pleasure when I’m touching and tasting her and he whispers all those hot, nasty things in her ear.”

  Lorelei had to admit the Dark Twin was right. The two of them really had their technique down—much more so than any human man she’d ever been with.

  “Oh!” she moaned as Torn’s fingers thrust even faster inside her, the pad of his thumb brushing against her sensitive clit. “Oh God, Torn—if you don’t stop I’m going to…going to come again!”

  “Don’t fight it,” Bound murmured in her ear. “Let yourself come, My Lady. Let yourself come on my brother’s fingers as you let yourself come on his tongue. Maybe later you can come all over his shaft as he fills your pussy…”

  “And…and what would you be doing while he…while Torn did that?” Lorelei panted.

  “Filling your ass, My Lady,” Bound said, his voice a soft, deep growl. “Or your mouth, if you like. Or perhaps you’d like us to take turns thrusting deep in your sweet pussy. It might be easier for you to get used to us if we made love to you one at a time before we filled you together.”

  The thought of that—the idea of having bonding sex with Bound and Torn—seemed to push Lorelei over the edge. She could imagine the two of them inside her, pushing and thrusting, stretching her little pussy to the limit as they came inside her, filling her with their seed, making her their forever…

  “Ah…ahh
h!” she cried, arching her back as her orgasm overtook her and she writhed between them. “God…Bound…Torn…yes!”

  “That’s right, My Lady.” Bound’s voice was low and seductive. “Come for us…come hard on my brother’s fingers.”

  “She’s gushing, Brother,” Torn’s voice was low and ragged with lust. “Our Lady is what the Blood Kindred call a numalla, I think. Look how much pussy honey she makes. Come and taste it for yourself.”

  “May I, My Lady?” Bound murmured in her ear. “May I take my turn between your legs and taste your sweet pussy?”

  “Y-yes,” Lorelei barely had time to gasp before the brothers had switched places and Torn was holding her against his chest while Bound got between her legs and started to lap and suck her still-spasming pussy.

  Bound’s tongue was more gentle than Torn’s…but also extremely thorough. As Torn pinched and teased her tender nipples with his free hand, Bound explored her completely, getting to know every curve, every delicate inner petal of her pussy with his hot, wet tongue until Lorelei felt herself coming again, wondering deliriously when it was ever going to end and never wanting it to…

  For the first time in her life, it seemed, she was finally able to let herself go completely. Bound and Torn were both touching and tasting her, both urging her to open up and experience the pleasure they were giving her. Lorelei moaned and cried out until her throat was hoarse…

  Which was possibly why they didn’t hear the invaders until it was too late.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The first and only indications they had of the danger was a deep vibration that felt like something had hit the hull of the ship.

  Torn, who had been avidly watching his brother lap the little Elite’s pussy, jerked his head up.

  “What the fuck was that?” he growled. “Asteroid?”

  “Don’t know.” Bound looked up, frowning. Lorelei had finished coming for the fourth time—or was it the fifth—and she looked at both of them, like a female coming out of a dream.

  “Is everything all right?” she asked, her voice husky from all the moaning and crying she’d been doing.

  Gods, she was beautiful, Torn thought, his heart swelling with protectiveness and desire. Already he was more than half in love with her. Bound had chosen well!

  “Fine, Little Mistress,” he assured her, stroking her long, wavy hair with his one free hand. Now that they had a break in their love-play, he really needed to get her to free his metal arm. He might hate it and the ones who had put it on him, but at least it was functional. Also, it was Goddess-damned awkward to be using only one arm all the time…

  Just as he was thinking that, the Genoshian slavers burst into the room.

  There were three of them. As they came into sight, Torn was instantly enraged.

  Blue-skinned, six-armed, bug-faced bastards, he thought, savagely. I’ll fucking kill them!

  Two had blasters in their dominant hands and multiple smaller weapons in their smaller, secondary hands. The third carried a kind of whip made of long, silky white fibers that swished through the air in what seemed like slow-motion.

  “What—?” Bound was just starting to look up when the slaver carrying the whip flicked his wrist, causing a net of white filaments to surround his head.

  “What the fuck are you doing to my brother?” Torn demanded.

  The slavers didn’t answer him, but spoke to each other in their buzzing, insectile language.

  “Do it quickly—there are more than we thought.”

  “Three and two of them Kindred. A good haul. As for the lush little female—there will be a bidding war at the Flesh Bazaar for her! Quickly, Yrrrth—are you finished with the first?”

  “The Memory Thief is fast but it must have time to work,” the slaver with the whip growled. “I will get to the second male as fast as I can.”

  “Who…what are they?” Lorelei’s big brown eyes were wide with fright. She might not understand the slavers’ language—which defied even the Kindred translation bacteria—but Torn knew it well enough. The Genoshians had been frequent visitors to the caves of the V’radors—both species made a living off the sale of other sentients.

  “Get your fucking hands off my brother,” he growled menacingly and thrust Lorelei behind him, protecting her with his body as he reached for the whip.

  “Watch out!” one of the slavers buzzed as Torn ripped the pulsing white filaments from Bound’s head and rose to stand before them. “The dark one is up—he looks dangerous.”

  “You’re Goddess-damned right, I’m fucking dangerous,” Torn growled.

  “Get him!” shouted another slaver. “Take care of him and leave the female for last. She’ll fetch a high price at the Flesh Bazaar!”

  “You won’t fucking touch her!” Torn roared. And then the nanites took over, crowding his vision, making it dark red, as though someone had dipped his eyes in blood. Protect the Mistress, they whispered in his ear. She is in danger—protect her—protect her!

  Torn was vaguely aware of screaming—perhaps from Lorelei—as well as grunting and cursing and the eruption of blasters going off. One of slavers tried to throw the whip with its white floating fibers over his head but Torn grabbed it and snapped it in half, one-handed. He was going to kill them all but the bastards had an advantage on him—each of them had six hands and he had only one.

  Doesn’t matter—protect the Mistress—protect the Mistress!

  Then the red Rage overtook him and he knew no more.

  * * * * *

  Lorelei watched in horror as the blue, bug-like creatures with six arms and bulging compound eyes crowded into the bedroom. They seemed to be everywhere at once and while Torn was fighting them as hard as he could, Bound just lay there on the bed, a vacant expression in his deep blue eyes.

  What’s wrong with him? she wondered frantically. She wanted to grab him, to shake him and demand he get up but there was no way to get to him and soon it would be too late.

  For Torn, despite fighting like a madman, was losing the fight.

  It’s not fair, Lorelei thought as he shook off one of the bug-creatures who was trying to grab his shoulders and punched another. He only has one hand! How can he beat them with only one hand?

  “You know what to do, daughter,” whispered that soft, feminine voice in her head. “You know where the key is. Go get it—now!”

  There was no time to think or analyze where the voice was coming from this time. There was only time to obey.

  Lorelei saw her chance—an opening between the blue bug-things and Torn—a clear way to the bathroom. Rolling off the bed, she dashed between them and fumbled in the pile of dirty clothes she’d left on the floor before she took her shower. The key—where was the magnetic key the Countess du’Montrive had given her what seemed like a thousand years ago?

  At last she found it and fumbled it out of her pocket.

  “Simply be holding the key against the metal restraint belt for a full second and it will be unlocking,” she heard the Countess telling her as she looked at the tiny, flat thing—not much bigger than a large coin. “This will be unlocking the restraint and the male will be freed.”

  Lorelei grasped the thin key tightly in her hand and turned back to the bathroom door. What she saw made her heart sink.

  The blue alien bug things had Torn down and his one good arm was behind his back, bent at an unnatural angle—it looked broken. He was still snarling and fighting them but it was three against one because Bound still wasn’t moving. He just lay on the bed quietly while one of the blue aliens fastened a collar around his neck, not even fighting when they pulled the collar tight…

  What’s wrong with Bound? Lorelei thought despairingly. And how can I help Torn with those awful bug things in the way?

  “Have courage, my daughter. The time to despair is not yet,” whispered the voice in her ear. “Simply get close enough to Torn to do what must be done.”

  Sometime after this was all over, Lorelei told herself, she w
as going to have to go to a doctor and get a complete check-up. Hearing voices in your head—no matter how good their advice was—wasn’t usually a good sign.

  But for now, she decided to do as the voice commanded.

  It wasn’t easy though. The blue beetle-looking aliens were absolutely terrifying with their long, chitinous arms and bulging, compound eyes. Lorelei hated bugs and being confronted with bugs who were easily twice as big as she was made her feel like puking and screaming at the same time. She would rather do almost anything than get close enough to let one of them touch her.

  But what else could she do? They had hurt Bound somehow—making him completely non-responsive. And Torn had gotten his arm broken trying to protect her. Even now he was fighting and struggling with all his might. She had to help them—had to help the men she cared about.

  Taking a deep breath to bolster her nerves, she ran into the bedroom, straight for Torn.

  “Torn, what did they do to you?” she gasped, throwing her arms around his prone form.

  The blue beetle aliens started buzzing at once in agitation. Lorelei couldn’t understand their words but she got a very general idea of what they were saying.

  “Here now—don’t let her! Stop her! Get her!”

  Horrible alien bug hands, bristling with spiky bluish-black hairs, were suddenly latching onto her bare skin. But before they could pull her off, Lorelei had a chance to slap the magnetic key-coin onto the frayed metal restraint belt that held Torn’s mechanical arm to his side.

  As the aliens pulled her off the big Kindred warrior, she shouted as loud as she could.

  “You’re free, Torn! Your arm is free!”

  “What?” He half turned over and with that movement, the belt parted, dissolving and fizzing away like an Alka-Seltzer tablet dissolves in water. His eyes, which had been blank and filled with rage, just as they had been when she first saw him in the cage on Femalah, suddenly filled with understanding.