Hells to the yes.
The mattress dips as Tin shifts position. My skin erupts in goosebumps. I reach Cro and close my fingers around his massive cock. He’s so thick that the tips of my fingers barely touch, and I shiver, part fear and part anticipation.
Tin’s hands close over my hips, and he pulls me against him. I grind my bottom into him, sucking in a breath as I feel his cock jump at the contact.
“You’re so beautiful, Dor.” Cro’s finger lazily circles my nipple. The hard tip engorges at his touch, and he growls deep in his throat and pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him. His mouth descends on mine, and within seconds, we’re both lost in the kiss.
Tin sucks on the back of my neck, his clever fingers taking over from Cro, plucking my nipples to readiness. He trails kisses all over me, along the line of my shoulder, at the side of my neck, and I moan into Cro’s mouth, my skin burning with the heat of their caresses.
I’m sandwiched between the two of them, my breasts smashed into Cro’s hard chest, my back pressed against Tin. I feel the same rush of pleasure that I do when I’m gaming, but it’s somehow more. More immediate, more real.
Grinding my pussy shamelessly against Cro’s thick erection, I reach behind me for Tin’s cock. Ding, ding, ding. I have a winner. My thumb strokes the hard length of him.
Tin inhales sharply. “Just like that,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “Don’t stop. You’re going to keep stroking me as Cro makes you come, aren’t you?”
Sue me: I must have a hidden need for kink. At his words, my insides clench, hard. Cro trails his fingers lazily toward my pussy. I lean back, giving him better access. As Cro’s thumb ghosts over my clitoris, I grip the base of Tin’s cock and move my hand up and down his length. He’s leaking pre-cum, and I use it as lubricant, moving faster as my arousal builds. Cro rubs my nub, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. With his other hand, he squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples, until I’m a gasping, whimpering mess.
I can’t hold on. Dimly, I’m aware that I’m still gripping Tin’s cock. Through a haze, I realize Cro’s still pinching my nipples, but my world has narrowed. Blood roars in my ears as my orgasm approaches. My muscles quiver and my body trembles as wave after wave of release pounds through me.
Cro’s hand cups my sex. “I want you,” he says. He falls to his back, and I straddle him. My hips rock against his cock. Steadying myself with hands on his shoulders, I slowly sink onto him, feeling my muscles stretch against his thickness. “You’re too big,” I gasp. “I can’t do this.”
My actions contradict my words. I lift myself up, and then sink down again, this time a little deeper. With a chuckle, Tin pinches and twists my nipples. Suddenly I’m so wet, I easily slide the rest of the way.
Best. Feeling. Ever.
“Ready?” Cro grits out, his face contorted with the effort of holding himself still. I nod wordlessly, and he rolls his hips. My eyes clench shut as he goes deeper into my body, deeper than anyone’s gone before.
He fucks me slowly, and I rock on his cock, finding the angle that best rubs my clit against him. I’m lost to the world when Tin clears his throat behind me. “I’m going to take you, Dor,” he growls.
Both of them, claiming me at the same time. This is it, and I’m ready. I want it all.
Tin sets a hand at my back, tipping me forward. He takes his time preparing me, playing with the crevice of my bottom, sliding his cock up and down my crack until I’m grinding back against him, desperate for more. When I’m about ready to scream, he touches my puckered hole. “You’re not just going to shove it in, are you?” I ask nervously. “For the record, human women need lubrication back there.”
“Dor.” Cro wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest. I can feel the beat of his heart, steady and reassuring. “I feel you inside me. My dragon responds to your need, to your desire. Mating is instinct, sweet one. Trust us.”
Tin chooses that moment to probe me with a finger. It feels... nice. Kinda hot, really.
Tin allows me to acclimatize to his finger, and then he adds another, stretching and lubricating me. With Cro inside me, it’s an overwhelming sensation, but as Tin twists and scissors his fingers, I want more. “I’m as ready as I’m going to be,” I pant. Any more stimulation and I’ll explode. “Do it. Please.”
Cro runs his hands up and down my sides as Tin replaces his fingers with his cock. He goes as slowly as I did with Cro, pushing forward and drawing back until my bottom stretches around his thick pole.
“Damn,” I pant into Cro’s neck. Tin stills at once, but I don’t want him to stop. It’s too much, and not enough. “Keep going. I want it.”
Tin caresses the back of my neck, murmuring something I can’t catch. Cro kisses me, his tongue sliding wickedly into my mouth. As I part my lips to welcome him in, Tin slides into me, and then his entire length is seated deep in my body.
I lose my ability to think.
Tin and Cro move together, sliding in and out of me. My body clenches around their cocks, pulling them deeper inside. It’s the most intimate feeling. Shockwaves of pleasure ripple through me, over and over, endless ecstasy leaving me limp in Cro’s arms.
The men fill me completely. My body presses against theirs until I’m not sure where I end and they begin. Their thrusts speed up, and I come again, one orgasm merging into the next, white heat searing my brain. Animal instinct tells me they’re close to their own release, and I want it. I want them to fall apart because of me.
Tin growls and buries himself deep, his face contorting as his hips buck within me. Cro grips my waist as his thrusts grow wild and abandoned, and then he erupts with a harsh groan of satisfaction.
Pleasure circuits overloaded.
Cro and Tin hold me as awareness slowly returns. “You aren’t dragons,” I mumble when I can finally form words again. “I thought you’d transform as soon as you came.”
“Everyone is different,” Tin replies, sounding unconcerned. “Sometimes, it happens at once. Sometimes, it takes a little longer.”
My lips curl into a smile. “Should we do this again? Just in case?”
Cro chuckles. “You’re right,” he agrees. “We should do this again.” His fingers tease my nipple, and my skin tingles in response. “And again. There’s no point taking any chances.”
Chapter Sixteen
Dorothy
There’s more sex and more cuddling, and another meal, but sooner than I expect, it’s time to leave.
Both Cro and Tin are tense as we get into our shuttle, prepared to head to Obiko Sector, wherever that is, where our ride off-planet awaits. Cro scans his tablet. “The city is on high alert,” he says. “There might be patrols. We’ll need to be prepared for a fight.”
“Does this shuttle have guns?” I ask, curious. From the glimpse I caught of Ryki, people were using the shuttles like we’d use cars on Earth. I can’t imagine why they’d be armed.
Cro grins. “This one does,” he says. “It’s been modified. There are two gunner stations in the back. Hopefully, we don’t have to use them.”
“I’ll take one of the stations,” Tin says. “Crothyr, you’re the better pilot. Focus on getting us to our destination. If there’s anyone following us, I’ll handle it.”
Hang on. “You said there were two gunner stations. Can I take the other?”
There’s a bit of me that’s bracing myself for the look of condescension I’ve seen my entire life. Nobody at the video arcade ever believed that it was a girl on top of the leaderboard. I’m dreading hearing those words from Tin and Cro.
Cro nods readily. “Good idea. Let me show you how it works.”
The shuttle is a sleek triangle. The nose is narrow, and the back is wider, with room for two swivel chairs. Tin settles himself into one, and Cro points me to the other. “Here are the missiles,” he says, pointing to a set of blue launch buttons to my right. He reaches under my console and pulls out a set of controls, complete with joystick. “Would you
prefer hands-free controls?”
I wrap my fingers around the joystick. “No, this is better.” The gunner controls feel good in my hands. It’s almost like a StarShip Wars console, just a little larger. And real.
Tin looks puzzled. “Were you in the army back on your planet, Dor?” he asks.
“Not exactly.” I’m too embarrassed to reveal what a geek I am. “But I, uh, have a little training.”
Cro smiles at me, his dimples flashing. “That’s going to come in handy now,” he says. He hands me a flight suit, complete with helmet. Once again, a magic button fits the clothing to my body. Alien tech is pretty slick. “Strap in. We should head out.”
We’re braced for trouble, but we leave Ryki without incident. Cro heaves a sigh of relief as the city lights recede into the background. “It’ll take us four hours to get to Obiko Sector,” he says, putting the shuttle on autopilot and leaning back in his chair.
Two hours later, I’m beginning to think we’ve been stressing about nothing when my screen pings at me. I look down and see a tiny blue dot moving toward us. “There’s something out there,” I say.
Tin’s eyes are glued to his screen. “It could be nothing,” he says under his breath.
“I’m taking the ship off auto,” Cro announces. “Even if it’s trouble, there’s a chance we can outrun them.” A red light is blinking on Cro’s dashboard. “They’re hailing us.”
“Zoraken?” Tin asks.
“No. It’s a private craft.”
Who could be calling us? I find out in a minute when a woman’s voice fills the cabin. “Crothyr. Zlatin. I’ve got you in my sights.”
“Kal’vi,” Tin snarls. “I should have guessed.”
The last scientist. Of course. I’d forgotten about her. Now, my heart sinks as the blue dot grows in size. She’s catching up to us. Soon, she’ll be in shooting range.
“I have no desire to kill you,” she says. “Surrender the vid and the human woman, and I’ll let you go.”
Cro snorts. “You think Zlatin and I will trade our mate’s life for our own?” He laughs humorlessly. “You’re a fool, scientist. I’m warning you. Turn back now. Otherwise, my gunners will blast you out of the sky.”
“What gunners?” she replies mockingly. “Do you think I’m stupid, Draekon? You need to pilot, and Zlatin can’t be in two places at once.”
My spine stiffens. Oh, I’m going to show this bitch.
“I’m done talking,” Cro says bluntly. “No deal.” He leans forward and cuts the comm. Looking over his shoulder, he exchanges a long look with Tin, then he smiles at me, his expression intense. “If this is the end,” he says, his voice calm, “I’ll die together with the people I care most about in the universe.”
I blink fiercely, willing the tears back. We’re not going to die. I’ve played StarShip Wars for nine hours every single day, and it’s going to pay off. It has to.
Tiny blue dots appear on my screen, followed by a larger one. “Drone missiles,” Tin says. His fingers dance over the controls with the effortless discipline of an elite soldier. Following his example, I touch a button, and a bullseye appears on the screen as my guns come alive.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I mutter as the dots swarm closer. I target the nearest blue dot. “Permission to fire?”
“Fire at will,” Tin answers.
Adrenaline surges through me. This is what I was born to do. I take aim and fire, and the dot evaporates. “Well done, Dor,” Tin says approvingly. My insides warm at his tone, but I don’t have time to respond. I target the next drone. I pick them off, one by one, taking no more than two shots per drone. At my side, Tin shoots with deadly precision, picking off ones that get through.
We’re done shooting the last of the drones when another large blue dot enters the screen. “Second ship, dead ahead,” Tin grinds out. “And I’m out of shots.”
I look down. I’m running low too. “Targeting,” I mutter, locking onto the second ship, but just as I punch the button, we lurch in the sky. My own missile goes wide as we do evasive maneuvers.
I only have two shots left and two enemy ships. Tin’s empty. It’s all on me.
My body strains against my straps as Cro turns our ship into a spin. As soon as we’re right side up, I lock the target and punch the launch button.
“Direct hit!” Cro shouts. I don’t bother watching Enemy Ship One’s demise, set on targeting Enemy Ship Two.
This is the ship the last scientist is on. “Up yours,” I whisper, and fire the missile. It blows up in a massive explosion, but just as it disintegrates, something escapes.
“They fired before you hit them,” Cro roars. “The missile’s locked on us. Eject. Now.” He whirls and punches a button. There’s a whoosh of sound, and I’m flying through the air, strapped to my chair. My hair streams around my face and my eyes water with the speed of my fall.
I start to panic. I can’t breathe. We’re not too far from the surface of the planet, and there’s some atmosphere, but at this height, the air is freezing. The flight suit keeps my body warm, but my face feels like it’s a block of ice, and I can’t open my mouth to draw a breath.
And then, with a click, the visor of the helmet descends, and the burning in my lungs eases. Sweet, sweet oxygen.
Below me, the ship falls toward the ground, the missile locked onto it. Shit. I was freaking out about the lack of air, but now I realize my two Draekons are still on board. “Cro,” I scream. “Tin!”
A soft boom ripples the air as the missile finds its target. The ship explodes.
Two men leap from the burning carcass into the air. I scream again, but the helmet muffles my voice. A fist squeezes my heart as the men tumble and fall. I’m falling too, but I barely register it. My eyes are glued on my mates.
If this is the end, I’ll die together with the people I care most about in the universe.
Then the air shimmers. Tin and Cro extend their wings, and two giant dragons take their place. More wind buffets me as they flap their wings, gaining on me, and then Dragon-Tin reaches out a claw and scoops me up as I go by.
Dragon-Cro’s head draws level with me. I stare into an eye as big as my torso and slitted like a cat’s. Tentatively, I release my death grip on the chair and give him a thumbs-up. The dragon winks at me.
Of course.
Together, we wing our way toward the darkening horizon.
We get to Obiko Sector with only a few minutes to spare. We quickly get into the drone spaceship and buckle ourselves into our chairs. While we wait for takeoff, I survey my two mates. “You transformed.”
Cro grins, and those dimples flash into view. “You’re our mate,” he says simply. “Every instinct demands that we protect you.”
“Very nice shooting.” Tin laces his hand in mine. “The base will be filled with people trying to recruit you as their gunner.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “Including us.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely,” Cro says unhesitatingly. “You have the best reflexes I’ve ever seen. We’d love to have you.”
I lean back in my chair, happier than I’ve ever been in my life. “I think I’m going to like it here.”
Best. Day. Ever.
The End
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Strangeways by Addison Cain
Chapter One
Cliché as it was, I lifted a cigarette to my lips and lit the tip. The first inhale singed the back of my throat. Out of practice, aware what I was doing was foolish, I found the taste no longer one of pleasure as it had been after clubbing in my twenties. The cheap tobacco tasted flat, dirty even.
It tasted exactly how I felt.
The crumpled pack had been left in my apartment weeks ago by a friend. I don’t know why I hadn’t chucked it. Guess it was providence—’cause there I was, sitting at the end of my mussed bed, sucking on a cancer stick... because.
“Explain to me why your back is to me and a cigarette is in your mouth.”
I exhaled, monotone. “It’s a human post-coitus ritual.”
“No, it is not.” I heard him shift, as if he contemplated edging closer before changing his mind. “It is a formula used in your media to visually style the end of good sex. Were you pleased? I would prefer to be told in other ways that do not harm your body.”
Sometimes it was hard to tell if the ‘new species’ were using earthling cues properly. Was he sincere? Did that dusting of hurt in his vocalizations mean anything? Or was he cleverly encouraging my reaction?
How did one even describe sex with these... men? “I enjoyed it.”
“You don’t smoke. This is not a habit that is healthy, or even making you feel well in this moment.”
One last drag. I let it roll around inside me, all the while holding back a building cough. Dropping the cigarette into a cloudy glass of water that had been left for days on my dresser, I exhaled. When I peeked over my shoulder, I found his naked body sprawled, propped on an abundance of cheap, mismatched pillows.
Where some kook had come up with the term ‘little green men’ I’d never understand.
There was nothing little about them—not height, not build, not, um, their parts—that warranted the diminutive term. He was pure muscle, but lacked the bulk one might imagine with such strength. There was a leanness, a definition, in shoulders that were too broad for a human and waist too narrow. Over all that strength was silvery skin, though it did favor green. And just like us humans with our freckles, there were random defining marks that set him apart from the others of his kind.
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