Wedded to the Warriors

by Sara Fields

  She moaned so loud that she wasn’t quite sure if it was a scream or not. Both men began moving inside her, both working into a cadence, one pressing into her, while the other pulled out. Over and over they did this until she felt ready to climb the walls. She had never felt so full in her life and she felt seconds away from bursting from her lust.

  Her muscles quivered and a sheen of sweat broke out over her brow at the exertion of holding back her release.

  “Please, I can’t, sir,” she begged.

  “Come, Aimee, come now,” Tobias said, his dominant voice breaking through all of her senses. Finally, with his permission, her world broke in two with her desire. With a moan, passion cascaded over her like a riptide in the middle of a tropical storm. Her lust coursed over her like a wave breaking over an outcrop of rocks as her toes curled and her arms wound around Luke’s neck for support.

  His cock pumped in and out of her as her pussy clenched tightly, squeezing him tight within her. His soft groan met her ears and then her two mates pumped into her at the same time.

  All at once, she felt Tobias stiffen and Luke too scant moments later and their hot seed coated her insides. A second more powerful orgasm came over her and she shuddered with such intensity that it rocked her hips back and forth. Her hands tightened on Luke’s shoulders and she couldn’t help it as her fingernails scraped along his back.

  Her two men held her up in the air, supporting her and making her feel safe and cared for. As her orgasms finally began to fade away, she began to move her fingers and toes, her muscles feeling as though they were made of jelly. Still filled with a cock in her pussy and one in her ass, she felt truly whole and utterly happy.

  Luke finally pulled out of her slowly and she groaned at the sudden emptiness. Tobias gripped her around the waist, his cock still in between her cheeks, and lifted her off of him. Groaning, she felt their seed drip down her inner thighs, marking her as theirs completely. With a moan, she glanced over at Cole, fully aware of the bulge hidden by his jeans. She wanted to take care of him too.

  A soft piece of fabric brushed against her legs and she gasped softly when she realized Luke was cleaning her very sensitive flesh. After he decided she was clean, Tobias placed her down on the bed and she slowly crawled over in Cole’s direction. Curling up to him, she allowed her fingers to graze his thick muscled thighs and she felt him twitch under her touch. He smiled down at her and she was emboldened by his seductive, yet tender gaze.

  Licking her lips hungrily, she had the sudden urge to put his cock in her mouth. She had pleased both Luke and Tobias, but she felt a yearning to please Cole too. With a growing confidence, she moved her body over his, kneeling down between his thighs. Lowering her body slightly, she unbuttoned his pants with her finger, slowly lowering the zipper, each click of metal against metal sounding loud to her ears.

  He lifted his hips slightly as she dragged his pants down his waist and she nearly cried out with excitement when she reached forward for her prize, hidden by the thin layer of his boxers. She took hold of them next and before long, his large shaft was free to her view. She licked her lips as she took in the delightful sight of his cock.

  Gently, she moved forward, tentatively gripping the hardness that awaited her. His member throbbed with his arousal and she lowered her head so that she could take him in her mouth. Shyly, she gazed up at him as her tongue flicked forward, licking up the length of his pulsing cock.

  His mouth opened slightly with his own desire and she reveled in the power she held over him at that moment. Opening her mouth wider, she took the entire head of his shaft into her mouth and began to pump his length in and out of her lips. She pushed deeper and deeper, until she felt she could take no more and then jumped slightly as his hands pressed at the back of her head. She gagged as the head of his cock nudged deeper into the back of her throat. Her quick second of complete control had come and gone and now Cole once again held the reins.

  Much as she wanted to protest at this quick change of pace, she kind of liked it. His hips rose slightly as he pumped into her mouth, harder and faster as she gagged against him. She drew in breath when she could and tears edged at her eyes at the effort. She sucked him hard, feeling him throb under her attentions. Her body, still incredibly hot from what Luke and Tobias had done to her, heated at Cole’s domination over every cell within her. He pumped into her relentlessly, before he finally stilled, gripping her hair harshly as his seed spurted against the back of her throat.

  Breathing in deep, she moaned as his heady male scent assaulted her senses. She did her best to swallow every last drop, before he allowed her to pull away. Running her tongue up and down his length, she made sure he was fully clean before she smiled up at him.

  “Such a good girl you are, little one,” he mused, a gentle smile curving at the corner of his lips. With a sigh, she smiled as a multitude of arms picked her up and deposited her gently in a tub full of warm water. Luke and Tobias began to clean her in earnest and she sighed at their ministrations. Cole joined them a short time later and before long, she was clean of everything that had just occurred. She felt loved and cherished and very well cared for.

  She relaxed in the warm water for a short bit before Cole helped her out of the bathtub. All three of them dried her off, their rough fingers scraping gently across her sensitized skin.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, her throat feeling a little hoarse after all the naughty things she had just done. “That, I mean everything was amazing.”

  “That’s only the beginning, little one. Wait till you have to take us all at once,” Cole murmured softly in her ear as he toweled off her naked body. She felt sore and happy and a soft tingle raced down her spine at his promising words.

  She didn’t say much more as they prepped her. Cole brushed her hair and glided a sort of wand over her locks that looked a bit like a straightener, but it dried her wet strands instantly. Tobias picked her up and brought her over to the Fabritron, and with a few keystrokes, she felt royal blue threads drape over her body. Closing her eyes, she felt fabric brush against her skin, inch by inch until she was completely covered. The gentle hum of the machine finally stopped and she opened her eyes.

  Luke took her hand and guided her over to a nearby mirror and she could see her reflection for the very first time. With a gasp, she let her fingers run over the glittery deep sea-colored dress. It was one-shouldered and glided down her chest, revealing the gentle curves of her breasts, hugging against her hips and raining down to the floor. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, let alone worn. She felt regal and worthy of the three men on her arms for the very first time.

  Cole brought her to the kitchen while the others were getting ready and poured her a glass of sweet red wine.

  “Sip on this while you wait for us. Don’t drink it too fast; the wine here on Ollorin is plenty strong, probably more so than Earth wine.”

  “Okay. Thank you.”

  Lifting the welcome drink to her lips, she moaned softly when the flavor profile took over her senses. Her throat a little sore, she took a few greedy sips, before placing the glass back on the table. This wine was much better than any of the cheap stuff she and her friends had snuck away with to drink back on Earth. She’d even stolen a few bottles of her parents’ good stuff at one point and she had to admit that this Ollorin drink was far better than any of those.

  It didn’t take long for her men to join her in the kitchen. They were dressed in eye-catching formal wear that did little to hide the amazing bodies that she knew were underneath. They each wore a pair of dark pants and a black suit top, with a few stripes of royal blue, purple, and gold on the right sleeve. Tobias had three stripes, while Luke and Cole each had two.

  Their outfits reminded her of the formal suits she would see her father wear when she was young, yet much more modern. The material that made up each suit was a matte black, giving off an expensive aura to it. The suit top buttoned up to the bottom of their
throats, with square silver buttons holding it together.

  Every last one of them looked gorgeous and she couldn’t help but notice the heat that swelled within her pussy at the sight. Her Tobias looked darkly back at her, Luke with his goofy smile as he admired her body, and Cole with his sweet caring demeanor, all three of them beginning to steal places of her heart.

  She wondered what was wrong with her, why she was allowing herself to fall so fast for the three utterly devastating men before her. All her life, she had been in control, an independent woman who made her own decisions. But now? The three of them had complete command of her every move and every word and for some reason, she didn’t hate it. She remembered with a flush how she had been trapped over Cole’s knees and how he had spanked her naughty backside for swearing. The entire exchange had made her extremely wet, despite the fact that it had been a punishment.

  No one had ever cared enough about her to show her discipline like that. After it was all over, the way he had held her close, comforting her through her tears was more powerful than anything she’d experienced before. Being held like that had torn a little bit of her heart and she knew she was in a dangerous freefall toward actually caring for the three of them, loving them even. No, she couldn’t have that.

  With a sigh, she reminded herself to be more careful from now on and steel her heart against all three of them. She’d have to keep her eyes open for opportunities to make more of her life here on Ollorin, or maybe even escape back to Earth.

  “Be good at dinner, mate, and we’ll take you into my special room tonight when we get back,” Tobias said, a wicked smirk growing at the corners of his lips. She couldn’t hold back a tiny moan as her arousal pooled between her thighs. Admonishing herself, she realized she was already failing in her mission to not let these men affect her.

  She was really going to have to try harder to not let them get to her, but with three massive hunky males watching her every move, that was clearly going to be difficult. Taking a big gulp of her glass of wine, she smiled demurely back at them.

  “Ollorin women let their mates lead. ‘Don’t speak unless you are spoken to’ kind of thing here on our planet. Arto is waiting down the hall to escort us, so we should get on our way. We are the guests of honor after all,” Cole said, his voice gentle, yet his words prickled under her skin. She was expected not to speak? She definitely would not stand for such caveman-like treatment. It was ridiculous to expect that of her.

  Although furious, she thought better of it. Instead of yelling, she swallowed down her anger and smiled back sweetly, taking Luke’s hand when he offered it.

  She wasn’t a doormat and when she had the first opportunity, she was going to show them just how much of an independent soul she really was. There was no way she was going to submit to them completely, even if her body wanted to betray her at every turn.

  Looking back at them hotly, she allowed Luke to lead her out the door. Tobias narrowed his eyes slightly at her, suspicion clouding his features. Looking away quickly, she focused on Luke’s tall shoulders. She’d definitely have to be more careful from now on. Finally, the four of them made their way out of the apartment and she saw Arto waiting for them.

  The big brown bear was just outside their door and she couldn’t help but smile at seeing the great tame giant again. She ran her fingers along his soft fur and he lightly butted his head against her shoulder in a show of affection.

  “Good to see you, Arto,” she said softly.

  “You too, Aimee. Ready to see more of Ollorin?”

  “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she whispered, nervousness clouding her anger at her men’s rules.

  “You’re their queen now, you know. That makes you pretty important,” the bear said quietly and she couldn’t quite tell if that was a warning or just a statement of fact.

  “That’s right, Aimee. It’s important that you always stay by our side. Unescorted, things can become very dangerous for you. We are not without rivals here on Ollorin and they would do anything in order to take Tobias’s place at the head of command,” Cole responded, his voice incredibly stern, a far cry from his sweet tone earlier.

  “Do not defy us on this, mate. You don’t want to know the consequences of such an action,” Tobias growled darkly.

  “Yeah, gorgeous. I’d even use one of Tobias’s paddles on your sexy ass if you defy us on this. Your safety is at stake. Got it, babe?” Luke said, sounding more serious than she had ever heard him before.

  “I promise. I won’t defy you on this,” she said seriously, the graveness in their voices making her question her sudden want to disregard their commanding and domineering ways. She lifted her chin and told herself to be smart. Given the right opportunity, she’d evaluate her situation on a case-by-case basis. There was no way she was going to be their quiet, demure little submissive, a woman who didn’t question her place, giving in each and every time they told her to sit and stay. She wasn’t a dog, for God’s sake.

  Staying quiet, she didn’t say anything else as they made their way through the high-rise building down to the main floor. They led her outside, where they waved down and climbed into a hovering taxi that was large enough to house all four of them, plus the massive Arto in one. The inside was luxurious, reminding her of limousines back on Earth. Soft gray leather seats bathed in a warm light seemed to cuddle her close, her body sinking into the plushness.

  Cole offered her a small glass of cool water and she drank it down eagerly. Her skin was beginning to tingle from the wine she had drunk earlier and she hoped that there would be more of it. Her stomach grumbled and she realized she was starved.

  After a short drive, the big hovering taxi finally came to a stop in front of a large white building. It was in the shape of a huge dome, many stories high. With a big swallow, she allowed Luke to help her out of the car and she looked up into the darkening sky. Gasping, she saw violet and blue colors swirling in the night sky, evidence of the gaseous clouds she had been able to see from space. The stars were bright and beautiful, clearer than any she’d ever seen before back on Earth. The two moons of Ollorin, vivid and bright, lightened the night sky enough so that she could see off into the distance. The whiteness of the sandy beaches called to her, the gentle waves of the ocean lapping up against it.

  She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life. She was definitely not on her home planet anymore. Earth hadn’t looked that beautiful in several hundred years.

  The five of them headed inside and she couldn’t help but notice the fully decked security detail lining the entrance. Large men outfitted in full combat suits complete with very large guns scanned them, before quickly nodding toward the commander and his seconds. They were guided into a long, extravagantly decorated hallway, with ornate draperies and intricately designed carpets. Finally, they reached a great room with a large head table, surrounded by several hundred smaller ones. Tobias led them forward and they took a seat at the table at the very front of the room, facing what was looking to be a very large gathering. Within another fifteen minutes, more and more people began to filter into the room and Aimee could only gasp at the sheer size of the crowd. These were the Ollorin people, here in the flesh.

  She noticed that the number of heavily armed men also increased, surrounding the perimeter of the room, ever vigilant for signs of trouble. Scanning the crowd, she realized it was overwhelmingly male and the few females that attended were closely guarded by two or three men. Those women were taller than her, at about six feet tall, but the alien men still stood a foot or more above their mates.

  Without a doubt, she was still the shortest and smallest person in the room.

  Men in white shirts and black pants, waiters by the looks of it, brought them a bottle of wine and she excitedly watched one fill the glass in front of her. As soon as he moved away, she curled her fingers around the crystal goblet and took a big sip. It was delicious, just like the kind Cole had given her earlier in the evening. Tob
ias and Cole took a seat on either side of her and Luke sat down on the other side of the commander. Both of them slipped their hands underneath the table and squeezed her thighs and she mewled with a sudden flash of desire. With a shiver, she tried to push the feeling away, her body betraying her at every turn. Their fingers, just placed on top of the thin cloth that protected her thighs, caused the nerves underneath her skin to smolder and simmer with her passion.

  Watching, she saw two big burly-looking men make their way toward the head table. Tobias’s hand tightened in response to them and she glanced at him to see his expression darken dangerously, yet there was still a polite smile on his lips.

  “Rhys. Trev. It’s good to see you,” he said, his voice strained with warning. Had that been directed in Aimee’s direction, she probably would have run for the hills, or just hopped over his lap for whatever punishment he had in mind. She wasn’t quite sure which.

  The two men nodded in the commander’s direction, but their eyes never left hers. They looked identical. But upon closer inspection, she noticed that one had a pair of warm brown eyes. The other man had multicolored irises, one the color of coffee and the other a strange silver hue. He reminded her of some kind of cyborg and her chest tightened with nervousness.

  They were both impossibly huge, muscles bulging underneath their tight suits. Veins popped in their necks and their hands flexed as they walked forward. Their thighs were the size of tree trunks and their arms were almost as thick. Both of them cropped their hair incredibly short, buzzed so close that she had difficulty guessing what color their hair actually was.

  The one with the silvery eye moved forward first and offered his palm, to which she responded by entwining her fingers within his. She tried to hide a soft gasp when he lifted the back of her hand to his lips and a demure little tingle passed through her arm, almost as if the touch of his lips actually shot a tendril of electricity through her skin.