A welcome, piercing finger slid into her bottom and probed while fingers pushed her dripping cream down the crevice to ease the burn.
The mouth on her pussy and the fingers stroking into her ass developed a steady sensual rhythm. She began to rock, welcoming the fullness, moaning out her need. A wave of tension boiled up from her belly rippling across her brain. She was back on the edge of the fire grasping for release.
As if sensing her agony, the pace increased, fingers pushing hard into her and stoking the flame. The torment continued without pause.
The fire in her veins surged forward and she sobbed as tremors shook her. Her climax expanded, blistering her mind with pleasure as the release traveled over her. She fell into the abyss of pleasure, clenching and moaning until oblivion overtook her.
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Keer awoke in a bed lined with soft pelts of fabric. In a haze of sleepiness, she moved against the plushness of the blankets and felt heat flare between her legs. Her thighs were sticky with her own cream. She groaned inwardly and pushed her hips down into the bed.
She’d never had a dream or vision of such intense satisfaction before.
But still, the heat of her dream hadn’t stopped the peak. She could still feel the creeping warmth between her legs.
She arched like a cat, pushing hard and bunching the furs against her sex. The fire grew, and she ground hard, dampness leaking her scent onto the bed.
Her attempt to bring her hand down to relieve the driving need in her sex snapped her into complete consciousness. She was splinted and could not move her fingers. All thoughts of the dreaming aside, she came completely awake.
She tried to leap from the bed only to be assaulted by a blinding pain in her head and in her arm. She fell back onto the bedding gasping and waited for the pain to ebb, then eyed her bandaged arm and moved tentatively. She was healing. There was no doubt, but her head felt like a war drum.
Keer surveyed her surroundings. The room was large and dimly lit. Red stone made the walls almost cavern-like. The subter, she thought. She must be below the Endlands Colony. On one wall, a huge open fire filled the chamber with warmth lending to the cave-like appearance. Yet across the room, the doorway consisted of a solid skin of metal as shiny as the newest freights flying out of Etah.
The covers she lay tangled in were a mix of sueded leathers in soft greens and blues. She touched one with her still-operable arm and realized she wore no skinsuit. The hunters had stripped her. Gods knew where her clothing lay. She pushed herself up slowly with her working arm, pulling a blanket around her, the piercing heat set temporarily aside.
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“Hunter’s balls, already as naked as a breeder,” she muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
“Your skin suit is beyond repair, woman.” Keer’s head shot up and she ignored the blast of pain at the sound of the deep male voice. The blond giant appeared in the doorway, frowning at her. “You are no breeder. We do not imprison our females against their will in the subter colony.”
“Then return my suit or give me another, hunter,” Keer spat at him. She pulled the blankets around her, attempting to hide her skin that burned under the blond giant’s gaze. He was taller than she remembered and filled the doorway like a Neld warrior.
She wondered if he were human. His skin glowed as if ripples of heat lay under the surface. His jaw was too square to be considered attractive, and his features too sharp, but his body was pure art.
Heavily muscled, yet he bore scars.
The hunter wore a jumpskin of sorts. More of a tight skinned legging and open tunic than a traditional space uniform. His upper skins revealed most of his well-sculpted chest and his arm, bigger around than one of her legs, had the metal circlet she had seen in her vision. He was, if possible, larger, more impressive, and more intently masculine than any alien or human she had ever encountered.
“Clothing will be brought to you when you are well, mate. You will eat now. You have slept many hours.” The voice was deep but gentle, contradicting his appearance.
“What are you serving? Beetle stew?” Keer hurled the insult, trying to find dislike in her for the hunter. He laughed then, showing a blinding smile and wealth of straight white teeth.
“I can arrange a beetle stew if that is what you prefer, but we thought a steak would be more your choice, small bondhunter.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How do you know who I am?” Keer’s gaze held him. How much did he know of her? If he knew of her mother he might suspect her background. That would be deadly.
Dreams of two men helping her heal sexually were one thing, but
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them knowing of her fertility was a waking nightmare.
Tirin saw her close regard. He could smell the fear in her, mixed with sexual tension. “The freighter log survived the crash, though you left nothing of the freighter.” Why would his own mate fear him?
“Say nothing, Tirin. She does not know we are, the two that will complete her.” Cian’s thoughts reached him, startling him as the canteen bot entered the quarters with the steaming meal. He could feel Cian’s approach and kept his silence. Better to let Cian explain this turn.
Tirin moved toward the recessed dressing area and retrieved his own dressing gown of the soft suede, picking a green that would match Keer’s eyes. Then he approached the bed. “Please let me assist you. I will not molest you.” He demonstrated by holding out the robe for Keer to step in and dropping his gaze to the stone floor.
She eyed him suspiciously, then roused and pulled the blanket tighter. She stumbled in an attempt to navigate into the robe and watch him at the same time. Tirin remained stoic, unmoving. Finally she dropped the cover and pushed her good arm into the fur he held in front of her.
Tirin thought his own restraint admirable as he pulled the fabric across the shoulders of the slight woman, his hand grazing her skin.
The mating scent of Devorian pears assaulted his senses. He inhaled sharply and was promptly dealt a blow by the sharp elbow of the woman who stood before him. Tirin grunted and ignored the discomfort, but continued swathing her in his own dressing skins.
She was watching him closely. Tirin kept his eyes downcast but his jaw clenched. No normal hunter could have withstood that nudge with her metal arm. He suspected it cost her dearly to shove up and against him with the injuries she sustained. The woman’s eyes began to fog with pain. Tirin reached for her as her knees buckled. “I gave 38
my word, little hunter. Sheath your weapons, whether it be enhanced limbs or the weapons nature gave you.”
He raised the amber eyes to her chest, blazing a path with a look.
Tirin watched as her nipples came to life, hardening at the path of his gaze. He could smell her cream, her thighs clenched as she tried to stay upright. While he and Cian had come to her in her unconscious state and soothed her torture, their own cocks waited to drive into her.
He willed himself not to see the inches of pale skin so fragrant to him, and fought with his senses against the heat that radiated from the still warm bedcovers. She was within his reach, finally, after so many moon turns of waiting and watching. The body he was holding was curved and sweet, and it was no mental mirage.
“You are weak, Keer, you must eat.”
“I don’t want food you idiot, I want you to pound into me until I weep.” Their eyes locked. A slow steady smile crept across Tirin’s face. She projected her thoughts so strongly he had grasped them without the mating triad.
He pulled her tighter against his chest and lowered his head until they were nose to nose. “Do not call me idiot, Keer Teho, or I will show you well my skills at making you weep. I’ll slide my tongue into you and lick the cream from between your legs until I’ve had enough.
Then I will start over, sucking the pleasure from you until you beg, again and again for surcease. I’ll fill you until you think you will split apart and then you’ll ride me while my commander feeds you his cock and your mouth drips with hot seed
. This will be no dream or vision, Keer Teho. It will be a true mating. Idiot, I am not unless it’s in waiting for you to heal.”
“Tirin.” It was a one word reminder pathed to him sharply by his commander. Cian was not present, but the mental path lay open. He could not taste of their mate before the bonding.
“It begins again. Lieutenant I am on my way.” The echo of Cian’s thoughts reflected his urgency.
The commander approached from some distance at the other end
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of the subter compound. It had cost him greatly to leave Keer’s side, Tirin knew. Duty had called Cian to report on the freighter crash. He left Tirin to guard their mate until the politics of lost freighters disposed of in the Endlands desert could be seen to.
“I wait for you, commander. As she does. Giving her pleasure while she slept has not fulfilled her needs. I find I can keep her busy until you arrive.” Tirin let a laugh creep into his thoughts. He rubbed his nose against Keers who still stared up at him, holding her breath, then he inhaled the fragrance of her skin and sent the mental image to Cian. “Our mate needs the comfort only we can give her.”
Tirin could see the fury mounting in the hot little Terran cat’s eyes. After melting her blood with his picture of her riding him in more ways than any sexbot, he was rubbing noses with her. Evidently, she was not amused. Keer turned her head and sank her teeth into Tirin’s exposed shoulder.
“Do not draw blood, little hunter, or I will, be sure, bite you as well.” She pulled back and looked up at him. “And when I bite you, you will scream.” Tirin hissed mentally as he pushed his bots to squelch the sexual heat, unaware that Keer had seen the flash of pain in his eyes.
The hunter moved across the chambers and lowered her into a large carved chair by the fire, letting her slide against his jumpsuit.
She came close to moaning out loud at the contact with his skin.
The driving pressure of the peak was nearly on her, and she no longer cared that she was trapped with a smiling hunter who called her ‘mate’.
She let her gaze drift down his chest to his lower skins. She’d felt nothing but pleasure in the dreaming. If they had invaded her thoughts while she was unconscious, the warriors had done so without their own pleasure. She frowned and watched him silently as he took the 40
chair next to her.
The sexual tension had increased. She was certain of it. Still he had not grabbed her and tossed her into the blankets to get his release.
Instead, the smiling man seemed to have a trace of old Earth grace and manners.
Keer tried to match the wandering mouth and lustful hands of her dream lover to this smiling face. But in that encounter, there had been two sets of hands. She flushed and tried to school her thoughts toward the present.
How he and the other man survived in the subter was a question drifting behind the heat that preceded her peak.
“I am called Tirin. I am a First Dominion hunter. My Commander, Cian, and I rescued you from the freighter crash. Why did you try to escape us when you knew it would be inevitable that we would find you?” To Keer’s surprise, he seemed genuinely puzzled. She retained enough sense behind the sexual haze to grasp that no animosity lay in his questions.
“I’m a bondsman, a hunter like you and your Commander.” Keer tried to shake the sexual stirrings by curling her legs under her and sitting, tensed against the large chair. Her thighs clenched and she stiffened her spine. “I have no mate and I have no intention of taking one. Or two.” She gave him a narrowed stare.
“Please eat, little bondsman. Your hunger is great, and you are weak from the injury.”
Tirin pushed the food toward her. The scent filled her head. She was hungry and weak, she thought. She looked down at the platter, heaped with Terran beef that he had been cutting for her while she talked, and gave in to his suggestion.
Moments later she realized he had refilled her cup twice with a sweet berry tea and watched her raptly as she ate like a starving rec port sailor.
She took another long drink of the tea and licked her lips, sighing in satisfaction, then saw the ripple of pain pass his face again. What
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was that look? Did he find her so ugly then? But he had warned her of what he was capable of beneath the blankets in a manner that suggested he knew what to do with the large bulge inside his skins.
That is the bulge that had been there before. Her dream hadn’t included cocks. A true disappointment, she thought.
If she hadn’t been fertile, his suggestion of a group adventure with his commander had very real possibilities. She’d heard of planets with a shortage of females who shared companions. She’d always thought of those women as fortunate if they had a say in the choosing. What woman wouldn’t want the attention of two hard warriors in her bed? It was a delicious fantasy but still a fantasy, she thought.
The metal door whished open and the other tall hunter strode in, equal in height to the blond giant and as muscled but without the warm smile. He advanced across the chamber, not acknowledging Tirin and stopped, towering over her.
He also wore the skin suit that molded against his legs and lay open, revealing a heavily muscled chest. Across his olive skin and just below his shoulder lay two parallel scars, equal in length and deep, as if branded with a laser. Keer examined him thoroughly as he watched her.
Here was another beautiful specimen of alien wearing scars that showed rank. Those same markings were etched in Tirin’s bulging chest. This man was slightly thicker at the neck but finer featured than the blond hunter, his air of command silent but serious.
She let her eyes trail down his clothing. She inhaled at the sight of a very obvious and growing erection that looked large enough to take care of any woman’s needs and then some.
No human male ever looked like these two warriors. Or at least no human male that she had ever seen. The size of that cock was substantial.
Keer pressed against her own heels, tucked under and rubbed her sex wishing blindly for time to release the pressure.
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she saw the same grimace pass through his eyes that Tirin had shown twice before.
“You should know. Why bother to speak?”
Tirin’s eyebrows shot up at the mental reply that she pathed through his link with Cian. “We do not link with those that do not request the path.” She heard the deep rumble of his voice clearly in her head. The dark man looked annoyed with her.
He added out loud, “If you prefer, we could converse that way, my mate, but it may form a triad you will not wish to…pursue at this point. We have already learned much of you while you—” he paused and let his eyes flick over her from head to toe. “While you rested.”
Keer shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He stood close to her, his hand still maintained contact with her injured arm. No doubt reading her thoughts before they came to her. She inhaled the scent of spice and fruit that had flooded her mind during the satisfying dream. Gods, she was losing her mind. She pulled away from his touch quickly.
“Keer, Cian touches you to heal your injury. Hunters do not touch unmated females. It is part of our pact.”
“You can do that? Heal through touch?” She looked again at his chest, willing herself not to let her eyes drop.
The close presence of these men was more than she could bear so close to the peak. She resisted an urge to place her arm back under the hunter’s hand and clenched her now dripping thighs, trying to still a desire to grind her hips against something. She was burning and the misery would start again very soon.
“Yes. It is a gift and a burden. May I heal you?” Cian frowned at her, and she knew it cost him to request this of her instead of commanding that she accept his touch.
Against her better judgment, she inclined her head. Her arm had begun to hurt during her meal, the ache deep in the bone. She expected him to lay his hand on her injury. Instead he lifted her up and then took
the chair, settling her in his lap against that sizeable and deadly cock.
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“I did not agree to be manhandled like a Neld whore!” She started to pull away from him, automatically flexing her uninjured limb.
Before she could protest further, a wave of relief came rushing through her relieving the pain.
Keer collapsed against the chest of the dark hunter groaning.
Along with the relief came the lingering push of sexual need.
“Noooo.” It was a moan against the broad chest. “Stop, please.”
Another assault of healing came as she leaned into him. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Endlander! Stop!”
The need subsided slightly under his mental push but only to a low simmer. She heard an intake of his breath and felt the grimace pass, that same expression she had seen from Tirin. They seemed to experience pain every time they came in contact with her. Both hunters reacted the same way. Could it be they were so empathic they carried the pain of her injuries as well?
Keer had been an independent female all her life. She had not known her father. He was an unnamed star freight captain that had the correct gene match to be allowed to brutalize her mother. Her experience with men had been limited to nonexistent, other than with the groping boy from her first encounter and then with Drak as a friend.
The Neld warriors were male of course, but they held her in disdain if she wouldn’t get on her knees to take their cocks into her mouth. To them, she was nothing. Still she wanted no one, man, woman or alien to suffer her own pain.
“Stop! I don’t share my pain at some alien’s cost, no matter what you are. I can see it hurts you.”” With iron will, she pulled herself out of Cian’s embrace and slid to the floor.
“It does not pain me to heal you, Keer Teho,” Cian answered roughly. In all his experience with healing, he had never had an injured victim assume he might be taking on their wounds to himself.
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