Queens' Warriors

by Mari Byrne

  Vincent interrupted his brother to further explain.

  “There was a convention of techies here who took over and blocked off the hotel for six months. When they finally came out of the game they’d booked, they didn’t know if the game had been real or if they were the last surviving members in Naralin. They wondered if they had offed every known person in the vicinity. The entire group ended up having to go through a program deprogramming before their reality righted itself again.”

  Shari shook her head. Techies. Warrior and Wasted, program deprograms. Huh?

  She might not have understood what they were saying, but she got the gist of the hotel’s purpose.

  “Why is a goat in there though? Is it for a pretend sacrifice in the game, or dinner?”

  Shan Lin and Vincent turned to look into the window for what she was seeing.

  “What goat?” Both men asked in unison.

  Shari looked once again for the goat going through a speaker.

  “That goat. The one going in and out of a speaker over there.” She pointed at the window and watched the now nearly dead on its feet goat enter and exit the same speaker over and over as it got weaker and weaker each time.

  Shan Lin and Vincent began to chuckle and Vincent answered her.

  “It’s not a goat. It’s Aharlin.”

  “What’s a harlin?” Shari asked.

  “Not what, who.” Shan Lin answered this time.

  “Okay. Who’s a harlin?”

  “Aharlin is a shifter.”

  “A shifter?” Shari asked inanely.

  “Yes, a shifter. He’s from Krinmal and vacations here every year. He enjoys staying at The Techio Trip. He shifts into whatever animal takes his fancy whenever he’s here. Aharlin enjoys the feeling of orgasming in the vibration chamber as an Earth animal.”

  Shari nodded dumbly wondering if she hadn’t stepped down Alice’s hole and gone too far ‘round the bend.

  “Ok. Ummm… I think I’ve seen enough.”

  Before either man could respond, Shari walked further down the street only to come to a halt when she reached the end. Before her were huts made of crude materials. They were the same type she had seen on their drive into the town.

  Thinking about the drive she became distracted remembering the feel of both men surrounding her with their bodies, grinding their hard…

  “Um… What are those?”

  Her question fairly shot out of her mouth and tripped over her tongue as she did her best to stop the reaction her body was having at the remembrance of her trip into town.

  “People’s homes,” was Shan Lin’s response. Shari thought she heard a smile in his voice but when she turned to look, his face held a bland expression.

  “People’s homes? Does that mean this is, what, the poorer side of the tracks?”

  She watched as a look of confusion stole over the men’s faces before Vincent spoke up.

  “No. The tracks are on the west side of town. This is the east.”

  Shari grimaced before correcting him.

  “No. I mean, is this where the people who can’t get work live?”

  Vincent shook his head negatively.

  “No. These people chose to live like this.”

  Shari thought her jaw might be permanently lodged into the completely open position as she snapped it shut once more.

  “But… Why?” she asked, baffled anyone would want to live in squalor. Because that’s what it looked like, primitive, crude, nearly caveman-like. The huts were built out of what looked to be whatever the owners could find. Straw, bricks, sticks, metal sheets… Maybe the three little pigs lived there.

  A snort sounded behind her and she looked back to find Vincent stifling laughter.

  Ahhhh. They were teasing her.

  “Very funny. People don’t actually live there, do they? You were just pulling my leg.”

  Shan Lin frowned as he looked down at her legs.

  “No, but if you’d like…”

  He walked forward and reached out for her leg. Shari thought he might just be trying to really pull it and managed to step back quickly.

  Shan Lin straightened giving her a curious look.

  “No. I mean, you weren’t actually telling me the truth about people living there.”

  The curious look stayed on his face.

  “No, I wasn’t joking. People actually live there. Would you like to see inside one?”

  Shari, thinking they might be taking this joke a bit too far, accepted.

  “Sure, show me.”

  The three of them walked across the street and approached one of the buildings.

  “Just go up and knock on one of the doors. They’ll let you in.”

  Unsure whether to trust him or not, Shari hesitated. Before she could make up her mind, Vincent walked forward and banged on the side of the shanty.

  It took barely three seconds before the entrance was opened and a man, dressed in what Shari could only decide was some kind of business suit, stepped into the doorway.

  “Yes?” he asked looking at Shari.

  “Er…” She was at a loss how to ask a complete stranger for a tour of his…abode.

  “My Lady Princess would like a tour,” Vincent’s growled.

  Shari watched as the man’s eyes opened wide then watched as he bowed deep from the waist toward Vincent, before rising to stand proud.

  “Anything, My Lady Princess. Please, my home is yours.”

  Shari looked from the man to Vincent before entering the man’s home. Laying a hand on his shoulder, she felt the flinch he tried to hide as well as the shaking.

  Without looking back to the brothers, she spoke softly to the man.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Why, My Lady Princess?” he asked in a confused voice. “It’s not important.”

  A low growling sound suddenly came from her right. She ignored it as she spoke to the man.

  “Well, I can call you Sir, but if I’m to come into your home, I’d enjoy knowing your name. If you wouldn’t mind giving it.” Shari added the last hoping to quell the man’s fear. Shan Lin’s growling wasn’t exactly helping.

  And why should it? The man had been ordered to let her in, and now he was being growled at. Gently, so neither Shan Lin nor Vincent could hear, Shari leaned closer to the man and whispered in his ear.

  “You don’t have to let me in, Sir. I can tell them I’ve changed my mind. If you’re afraid…”

  “No. Not at all!” The man protested hastily. “I’m proud to have…”

  “Get away from him, now.”

  Shari’s head whipped around at the sound of Shan Lin’s usually calm voice suddenly speaking in a soft, menacing whisper. She watched Shan Lin struggle to control his anger.

  Almost before she knew it was happening, he was advancing slowly on her and the man now visibly trembled. Both she and the frightened man could feel the anger coming off Shan Lin.

  Shari came to a sudden decision. Placing herself in front of the man’s body, her only thought to protect him, her mind could come up with only one question.

  “What the hell is going on?”

  * * * * *

  Shan Lin! Control yourself now!

  The thought was as close to ice water as Vincent had and he prayed it stifled the Try Nas Ayn Shan Lin seemed to have developed. Stunned, Vincent made his way over to his brother but found when he neared Shan Lin, his brother, the other half of his near whole, turned on him.

  “Back away. She’s mine,” Shan Lin grated out stepping closer to Shari in an attempt to block Vincent’s advance.

  “Warrior Rayan! Control yourself immediately.”

  Shan Lin suddenly stopped his forward progress and stood still, his body visibly vibrating, as he seemed to fight himself. Several seconds went by as Vincent edged his way nearer to Shari, and when he finally reached her, he watched as his brother’s body shuddered.

  “Warrior Rayan?”

  Vincent kept the command in his voice as
he again asked his brother if he was all right.

  “I am fine, brother mine.”

  Vincent held his breath briefly as Shan Lin turned to Shari who stood in front of the stranger blocking him from harm.

  Vincent finally realized why this woman felt so familiar, and mentally shook his head in astonishment.

  It seemed, she was their one.

  * * * * *

  Shari had listened to Mr. Freid as he gave her a tour of his home. For all his home looked like a hovel on the outside, the inside was airy as well as welcoming. Sparse as it was, she found it homey. There was no electricity, and when Shari had questioned him Mr. Freid had explained the lack of it to her.

  “Technology runs through the realm for any and all who wish to use it. Electricity could be found in huts made the old fashioned way. With whatever can be found at the time. The insides of most of the huts you see here are completely modern with computers running the household. It’s all in how we want to spend our money, and our time.”

  Shari had nodded absently as she listen to him ramble on about the way some people lived in Naralin even as she summoned up some explanation for Shan Lin’s burst of possessiveness.

  Shan Lin had been contrite, claiming he was overly tired with both his brother and himself just returning from intensive military training. Shari had given some kind of response, then kept her distance, and done her best to ignore what had happened.

  She probably needed to get away from these two, and fast. Mr. Freid had just shrugged off Shan Lin’s behavior and continued the tour of his home.

  “Shan Lin really is harmless. I know you think he may have gone off the deep end, but it’s not true. With our kind, twins who marry the same woman, this is what happens.”

  Vincent had caught up to her as they left Mr. Freid’s home and began to explain Shan Lin’s behavior. Shari listened reluctantly as they made their way back toward where they had gotten out of the car.

  “Shari, Shan Lin’s behavior stems from the fact you have yet to accept the truth. You are our wife, but have not acknowledged it. I too will soon start to become overly possessive of you, to the point where I will deny Shan Lin belongs to you also. It is the way of our people. It is how a marriage of three has survived for so long.”

  “Acceptance and equality are a must in a marriage of three. In any marriage for that matter, but it is essential in a marriage of three.”

  Shari listened as Vincent spoke and marveled at the fact she actually wanted to accept she was married to these two unique individuals. In her heart, feelings had begun to develop for the two men already, when in her mind, she barely even knew them.

  “I know. We’re married, but it’s all so…sudden.” Shari mumbled, wondering if she would ever have any hope of escaping now. Feeling silly, she realized the two men had already become important to her.

  Vincent opened his mouth to protest, and Shari quickly waved away his reply.

  “Was it love at first sight?” Shari asked in a small voice.

  Vincent nodded, taking her into his arms, reassuring her with his presence. Suddenly she was being covered from the back too.

  “My apologies, Kasha. Try Nas Ayn is not a pretty thing to see, and not as easy to recognize as I had thought. I fear it got the better of me for a time. Please, allow me to reassure you it will not happen again.”

  “Try a whatty?” Shari mumbled into Vincent’s impressive chest, vaguely noticing her hands had begun to wander over the magnificent body.

  Vincent and Shan Lin tried to explain, but the men themselves were rapidly diverting Shari’s attention.

  Funny how she had just done some heavy petting with two men she barely knew and didn’t seem to be the least bit uncomfortable with them now. Oddly enough, her mind was even beginning to believe they really were her husbands.

  Husbands. When she was alone, she was seriously going to have to sit down and examine the word. But for now, the feel of two large, muscled, hard bodies surrounding her was bringing back memories of the ride into Naralwhatever.

  The men seemed to be feeling it too, if the evidence poking her from the front and rear was any indication.

  The sound of her sharply inhaled breath sounded overloud to her as Shan Lin ground his impressive erection against her ass. Not to be out done Vincent suddenly unwrapped his arms from around her body and lifted her, bracing her legs around his body as her arms went around his neck.

  “Vincent…Shan Lin.” The huskiness Shari heard in her own voice shouldn’t have surprised her. Already she was wet with the heat sparking between the three of them. From behind her Shan Lin began to grind himself deeper into her cleft, biting her neck sensually, as at the same moment Vincent ground his rock hard shaft into her pussy. Shivers of pleasure raced through her body.

  Vaguely aware of where they were and the conversation they had been having, and suddenly not caring in the least, Shari made what for her was a bold suggestion.

  “I want you inside me. At this moment, I don’t care if we’re truly married or not. I don’t care what Tryyawhatty is, and I don’t think I care much if I’m on the rings of Saturn in the Nebula Galaxy on the Millennium Falcon with Centurions following us. I just want…”

  A groan sounded from Vincent as her mouth skimmed his chest through his clothing.

  “The taste I had of the two of you in the car doesn’t seem to have done the trick. I’m so hot…so wet…”

  Her voice trailed away and with it thoughts of why she was doing this. Vincent leaned forward into her, his body covering her front as he took her mouth in a kiss that left her breathless.

  “You shall always have what we can provide for you,” Shan Lin whispered seductively in her ear, his voice heavy with arousal.

  “Whatever you command.” The words, spoken enticingly by Vincent, moved through her body, inflaming an already raging blaze in her core.

  “Please…” The word ripped from Shari’s mouth. “I don’t understand what’s happening… I…I don’t usually… You’re both strangers…”

  It was all the men needed to hear. Sooner than she could ask how, a vehicle pulled up alongside them, a car door whooshed open, and Shari found herself inside, surrounded by the men.

  “We’re not strangers, Kasha. We’re your husbands. This is a natural…”

  Shari listened as Shan Lin babbled something but quickly cut off his tirade as she leaned her body fully on top of his.

  “Shut up. I don’t care.” The raw aching in her pussy was nigh unto killing her and all she wanted was the pulsating bulge tenting his pants to ease her pain.

  “Drive,” the terse command was given in a guttural voice.

  Chapter Nine

  Shari was unsure how they eventually made it home. At the moment, she could have cared less. The drive was a blur of sexual heat and unfulfilled desire, with vague impressions of fuchsia sky steadily growing darker and the occasional greenish red tree whizzing by. Mostly, it was the taste and feel of Vincent and Shan Lin’s bodies.

  Somehow, the three made it into the men’s home.

  One moment, sitting in the car on Vincent’s lap facing him and using his hard-on to torment her nearly beyond endurance, the next moment, they were exiting the car, Shari still riding his cock for all she was worth.

  Vincent gently unwrapped her legs from his waist and let her body slide slowly down his own until her shaky legs hit the floor.

  With a snarl of unfulfilled lust, Shari reached out and grasped Vincent by the shirtfront.

  “Now. I’ve got to have you now. One…both…I don’t care,” breathless and panting with need, Shari did her best to begin divesting the men of clothing.

  “If one of you doesn’t make me come now…” It was as far as she got. A door slammed behind her and then she was covered in gloriously naked flesh from behind. Closing her eyes against the need coursing through her body, Shari leaned back into the hard muscled frame behind her.

  “That’s it, Shari. Give yourself over to it. Give over
to your need of us. Give us all of you.” Hands reached around her from behind sliding from her abdomen to her breast, ripping her shirt easily, then cupping the mounds gently before steadily increasing the pressure. Clever fingers plucked at her tight nipples until Shari felt the answering need in her pussy.

  She was so wet she was squirming in her pants.

  Tension snaked through her body, heightening her desire. Tiny cries, or perhaps desperate pleas, escaped from her mouth as she suddenly ground her hips backward against the rigid shaft once again aligning her ass.

  The clever fingers at her breast continued pinching and plucking her nipples causing Shari to cry out. God, please…, she thought.

  Her plea was answered immediately. A mouth latched onto her pants and she felt heat scorching through her clothing. The barrier between herself and the owner of the body part was little protection against the insistent mouth.

  Shards of half pain and all delight started in her pussy making their presence known.

  “Take ‘em off.” Shari gritted out in frustration. She didn’t want the stimulation caused by the mouth to stop long enough for her clothing to disappear, but wanted more than anything for the barrier to be gone.

  Suddenly, it was.

  “Mine.” A voice growled against her curls.

  Shivering slightly the moment she felt the first touch of a tongue, a sobbing sigh escaped her lips. The tongue, gentle at first, started with a thorough lick from the bottom of her nether lips progressing upward until it stopped at the top of her mons.

  “Such a sweet little cunt. I think I’ll just eat it right up.”

  Shari’s body flinched at the raw hunger she heard in Vincent’s voice, then ground her ass backwards once more.

  “Don’t move.” The harsh words, spoken once again directly into her mons, caused delightful vibrations against her body as his tongue finally found her clit. At first, the tongue merely gave her clit a few tentative thrusts before the gifted entity plunged into the folds of her pussy.