“We’ve been talking,” Bren began, resting his hand on Junipers.
“We both have extremely strong feelings for you, and we don’t want to have to make you choose, it would just cause tension, so we were hoping you’d be happy with having the both of us,” Pov continued, smiling. Juniper’s face flushed.
“I have honestly been thinking about the same thing,” she admitted. “I didn’t know how to word it, but I’m so relieved you were both thinking the same thing,” her heart was fluttering in a rapid beat in her chest. “I like you both, you've helped me through so much here, and I've grown to be so attached,” she paused. “I'm sorry that I ever let you feel like an interruption of the work, you're both more important to me than that,” she said, looking between the two of them.
“I feel the same for you,” Pov said, Bren nodded.
“I would love to date both of you,” she concluded, feeling her face grow redder. It was embarrassing letting them know how she really felt.
“Good, that’s so excellent,” Bren said, obviously pleased.
“So this is our first date then,” Pov motioned to the table. “What did you think?”
Juniper wanted to laugh, and she let herself. A soft giggle that she didn’t expect to come out of her own mouth.
“I think I’d love to thank you both for such a lovely evening after dinner,” she flirted coyly, it was the men’s turn to blush. Juniper lifted her glass to her lips and took a long draw of the wine, she was excited to show them how she felt.
***
They had ended up in Pov’s room as he had the largest bed. Bren was busy kissing Juniper, their lips sweet still with the taste of the fruit from dessert. Pov was taking the opportunity to help Juniper undress by unzipping her gown. He kissed her back, from the nape of her neck down to the curve of her back, before he removed the dress, eliciting a moan from Juniper into Bren’s mouth.
They had Juniper lay on the bed, Bren pulled down her lacy black underwear, and quickly Pov had his hot and wet tongue on the lips between her legs, kissing and licking, the cold metal of his arms against her legs aroused her even further. She moaned again, bunching her fingers in his ginger hair. Squirming as he circled his tongue around her clit.
Beside the bed, Bren was making a little bit of a show for her, taking off his shirt to reveal a very well-muscled chest. Her eyes were drawn down the center of his six-pack abs, down to the waistband of his pants. He began to take them off.
“When they got to me after the accident, a lot of me had to be replaced, but they made sure that I could do everything a man would want to do,” Bren stated. He dropped his pants to the floor and Juniper could clearly see something heavy in his underwear, she wanted it. “They didn’t go for the natural look, but they really did make it into a work of art,” he said smiling at the expression on her face.
Pov slipped a finger into her entrance while he continued to circle her clit with his tongue and she gasped, distracted.
“Take them off,” she said, motioning to his underwear, she had to see this.
It was beautiful.
It jutted out from him in glorious shiny silver colored metal, a stripe of glowing red light went straight up the bottom, it was handsomely thick and she wanted it so bad.
“It’s so big,” she murmured, excited and intrigued.
“Which is why it’ll work best with the three of us,” Pov explained, his face was shining from her juices, his dark eyes looked hungry and lustful. She pulled him up and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue but not caring.
“Get in me,” she murmured to Pov. He wasn’t going to argue. He stretched her again with his fingers briefly before putting on a condom and sliding in, his human cock was hot and felt just right. She moaned, and Bren came over and kissed her again, Pov started increasing his speed. Juniper could feel herself getting close, and she was ready, so ready. Pov’s thrusts started to become erratic, moving faster and more forcefully inside her until they came together. His hands had placed fresh bruises on her hips and she loved it. She kissed him sweetly and he pulled out and kissed her thigh before discarding the condom.
“I want you to ride me,” Bren growled, his voice had gotten deeper with lust and Juniper was definitely responding to it.
“Thank you,” she said softly. Bren sat on the bed, his head against the headboard, and Juniper crawled towards his lap. She tested the texture of his beautiful cock with her fingers, and then her tongue and lips. Bren moaned and leaned his head back. “You can feel it?” she asked in wonder, amazed and excited.
“Every bit,” he responded, patting his lap. Obediently, Juniper climbed onto his lap, her entrance fluttering with excitement and anticipation. “Easy now,” he said, leading her hips down onto him.
The burn of the stretch was exquisite.
“Fuck,” she said aloud, lowering herself slowly. It was hot and wasn’t giving at all, but it was so thick she couldn’t stand how good it made her feel. She bottomed out on it, waiting for a moment to move back up over it again, thankful for how wet she was. She could feel the bed dip as Pov sat down on the bed behind her, watching in rapt attention.
As she got used to it, she began to speed her pace a bit, Bren’s hands guiding her up and down, his eyes devouring her in pure ecstasy.
“Oh god, Bren,” she moaned. “I don’t know what to do with myself, I feel so full of you,” she said, arching her back and still going at the best pace she could.
“There’s more,” Bren said gently, his smile was wicked. “Are you ready June?” he asked, making eye contact.
“If it gets any thicker I’ll split in half,” she said, laughing a little but getting cut off in a moan.
“Count down from three for me,” his grip on her hips tightened.
“Three, two,” she pauses to gasp, and then, “one.”
It felt like the entire world had imploded on her. Not only was his amazing cock large, but now it was also vibrating as he helped her move up and down on it. She sobbed out in surprise and arousal, she was extremely close to coming and she felt like she was dying in the best way.
“Come for me June,” Bren said softly, and within a couple more moments she did.
She was shaking so hard, the world around her was just a hum and the slapping of skin, she felt like she had left her body and was flying openly among those planets and stars that she spent so much time chasing after. As she came down from it Pov kissed her softly, helping her lay on her back and relax, her breath came out in desperate gasps and her whole body felt like it was pleasantly pulsing.
“You’re so good,” Bren said, leaning over and lying next to her and Pov.
“I think you two just screwed the life out of me,” she said, not caring how crass it sounded. She could really do this, have her career and travel to the unknown and back, and still get to have a fulfilling life emotionally as well. She loved these men and they both loved her, she felt endlessly lucky. She kissed both of the men again softly before catching herself drifting into a warm and dreamless sleep.
THE END
Bonus Story 40/40
Bonded to the Cyborg
Josiah
“Josiah, you have a summons. It seems Lord Rixon requires your presence,” I looked up from the seemingly normal knee I was reconstructed with. It appeared unassuming to outsiders, but I could feel the slight mechanical flex and pull of the joint whenever I moved it. A courier, his name was Don I recalled, stepped into my room in the recovery quarters of the medical center and handed me the thick stationary.
“A handwritten summons?” I mumbled. The courier nodded, adjusted the badge he wore on his uniformed combat armor and then held his hands at ease behind his back. Couriers were at the lowest rank in our army, but they were trained harder than even some specialized combat warriors. The couriers had to be able to deliver messages through any given situation, save for their own deaths, which was something they were trained to avoid almost as much as their failing to deliver a message.
I nodded to the courier to lead the way and we exited the medical facility to walk to the nearest Tele Port. The usual bustling streets of the city Voltaire were unusually sparse. The war had wrecked our planet and all the inhabitants within. Planet Rodon would never be the same. The war though, was largely over, save for a few skirmishes of straggling warships here and there about the galaxy. I had wondered what Lord Rixon could have wanted with me. I was nearly killed in a stealth operation gone terribly wrong. If anything Lord Rixon would probably want to demote me as a specialized agent. Specialized agents did not get dismembered on assignment.
The courier and I stepped into the glass enclosure and he tapped the side panel that would bring the Tele Port to life. He typed in our destination and gave the clearance we needed to get to the palace grounds and then the familiar shifting sensation beneath our feet started. The world around us melded into bright rainbow colors and then it all stopped. The palace courtyard emerged into view around us and a guard opened the Tele Port’s sliding door to escort us out.
“Lord Rixon has been awaiting your arrival Josiah,” said a guard. The guard was tall, broad shouldered and stocky. He wore the customary gold plated armor over his white uniform that was much like the couriers. My intrigue was piqued and I wondered what was so pressing that the overseer of our planet and king of our race wanted to have a meeting with me in person.
The courier left. I followed behind the guard through the picturesque courtyard filled with plants and colorful flowers, through the large grand, golden double doors, and directly into the grand hall. The hall was elegant and had an air of understated opulence to it. The floors and pillars that lined the room were made of the same gold-veined white marble. The hall was decorated in crimson tapestries to reflect the blood our kind had lost in the war. Lord Rixon was sitting on his throne towards the front of the room and he was fiddling with his tall scepter rather anxiously. He looked up and his golden eyes widened with purpose and if I was not mistaken, excitement.
“Josiah, I’ve been awaiting your arrival. Thank you for meeting with me so swiftly,” Lord Rixon was often a humble ruler and it is what gained him so much respect amongst the people. I inclined my head before bowing at the waist with my fist crossed over my chest. “Rise, rise. Come Josiah we have much to discuss…” Lord Rixon was anxious to deliver whatever it was he needed to speak with me about. I rose and then approached his throne.
Rixon was physically intimidating, like many of the men on our planet he was tall and well-muscled. What distinguished him from the rest is his shock of silver white hair, his intense brow and golden eyes. From birth people whispered how he was destined to be royalty. It is why now Rodon’s colors are white and gold. If not for Rixon we would be a planet destroyed.
“What is so pressing my lord?” I asked curiously as I stopped at the bottom step of the raised dais which held Rixon’s throne. He gestured me closer and I walked up to stand directly next to him.
“I have a mission for you Josiah…how are your new limbs?” Lord Rixon studied me with a calculating eye; his gaze was almost tangible as it went from my new legs to my new arms. They looked organic, but were certainly not.
“They are strange my lord, but nothing I cannot get used to,” I assured him and Rixon nodded absently.
“Good, I am aware that the new limbs will bring you an intriguing level of strength and stamina…” Rixon looked at me knowingly and I nodded once. “That is what I need. Precision and discretion. As you know the results of the planet wide population census has been reported,” Rixon paused and looked at me expectantly.
“Yes my lord, I heard the devastating news of our being classified as an endangered race. It will be slow, but I feel we can rebuild our numbers,” I commented and Rixon nodded, his expression was then thoughtful.
“Precisely. It will be slow because during the war, interestingly enough, not many female children were born. We need females to further our race and to ensure its survival. I had our greatest thinkers look into it and they have found that the women of Earth share largely the same makeup as our kind. Our kind could be renewed quicker if we had some human females here than if we simply left things up to chance as they are now,” Rixon explained. My eyes grew wide as I thought of the implications…or the possibilities. I saw where Rixon was going with what he was saying. But how would it be done?
*****
Josiah
I looked at Lord Rixon with wary eyes as he continued his explanations. “I want to integrate human women in Rodon. We have no other choice Josiah, what if tensions flare up again? What men do we have to protect us?” I took a deep breath; Lord Rixon had brought up a valid point.
“So you would like me to travel to Earth and bring human women here?” I asked with slight uncertainty.
“I would like you to travel to Earth and observe them. Report back what you find. If it could be possible without backlash to have more soldiers go to Earth to pick human mates and return with them here…” Lord Rixon looked at me expectantly as he awaited my reply.
“I understand what you want me to do my lord. Carry out an intelligence mission quietly,” I replied. Rixon nodded.
“Yes, I do not want to create even the slightest ripple that could endanger our planet all over again,” Rixon looked at me with a severe expression. I knew there was no failing this mission. In any event all I had to do was see what the human women were like and if they’d truly be compatible with Rodonian men.
“I understand my lord. I am confident in my abilities to carry out this mission to your highest regards,” I assured Rixon. He smiled in a regal manner, though with slight relief I could tell. Even Rixon’s own intended bride was killed during the war. He could benefit from this plan to induce human women to Rodon as well.
“Wonderful, well then if you are truly healed and familiar with your new body, I have outfitted our fastest spacecraft for your departure to Earth. There you will be given an identity and means with which to survive as well as instructions on how to appear human and blend with their general populace.” Rixon snapped his fingers at a nearby guard who stood vigil beside the dais. The guard called for a courier and the same one who’d originally delivered the message to me, Don, entered the room holding a thin white folder of all the materials I needed.
“I will walk you to the craft while I explain these materials,” said Lord Rixon. We proceeded within a procession of four guards surrounding us. I looked down at the folder and opened it.
“That is your identification card,” said Rixon. “It also allows you to drive vehicles which are much like the ones on Rodon, only the humans have not yet outgrown their wheels. Behind that is your passport. Apparently Earth is not united in the same ways Rodon is, so one needs special clearance to travel from country to country. Which you will need to in order to gather all possible information on the human women. You would present that at the check in stations in the human ‘airports’, which is the quickest form of global travel there. I would not recommend you use the space craft to get around on Earth; due to the speed enhancements we gave the craft, we took out all measures of camouflage.”
As we walked, Rixon continued to tell me about the planet Earth and what I needed to do there.
We arrived at the flying docks atop the palace’s east wing and there I saw the sleek black spacecraft awaiting our departure. Before I went to climb into it Lord Rixon turned to face me.
“I would like to convey the seriousness of your need to remain clandestine while on Earth. We cannot disrupt their development or their ways of life,” Lord Rixon made sure I understood the importance of remaining undetected and I assured hi
m that I would be successful in my mission.
“Very good then, be well and successful on your mission Josiah, I look forward to your return and your report in six months’ time.”
With that I saluted Rixon and he inclined his head. I then tucked the folder, of documents and cards I would need under my arm and climbed into the spacecraft. The glass enclosure lowered down and locked into place. The coordinates for Earth were already set; all I had to do was tell the vehicle to launch.
I glanced to the side of the landing pad at the grouping of guards, Lord Rixon, and the courier Don one last time before I ordered the craft in Rodonian tongue, “Head to Earth.”
The craft lifted smoothly into the sky, silent as was usual for speed crafts, and then it shot off into the night sky. Soon I left the atmosphere and the light of countless stars lit the dark expanse of space. I went through the folder once again and used the leather holder that was given to me. The humans called it a wallet. I put the identification card within, as well as the few credit and debit cards and loose monetary notes, after which I studied the passport. I was to be Josiah Davenport on Earth. I was from New York City, and that would be my first stop. I was to get a hotel and then begin observing. Hopefully the females from Earth were beautiful and not too dull to take note of.
*****
Melanie
“Hey watch out lady!” an annoyed bike messenger shouted as he shot right past me on the sidewalk. I got ready to yell at the guy in return for almost knocking me over. Those messengers weren’t supposed to ride on the sidewalks anyways. He was too far ahead by the time I worked up enough annoyance to yell back so I simply let it go and mumbled to myself. The sidewalks of New York City were almost as volatile as the streets. Everyone was impatient, hurrying somewhere. That’s mostly why New Yorkers got a bad rap for rudeness. We simply wanted to get where we were going.
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