Merchandise

by Angelique Voisen

  Then again, hadn’t Brale proven time and time again he didn’t fit the typical Cobrini stereotype?

  Dyos also had to admit Brale’s words badly shook him. He could still remember the way the Breeder had gracefully fallen to her knees. Dyos knew those impossibly wide green eyes would haunt him forever if they delivered her to the hands of their suspicious client. Delivering her to a man like that went beyond his old Hadarian principles.

  Despite her function, there was decidedly something innocent and pure about her, but then again, Breeders were created to entice and seduce. They weren’t whores. Far from it. They were living and much sought after treasures. Terran Breeders lived in walled compounds all their lives, kept away from the anarchy and chaos Terra had become after the Fall. They trained and prepared for the day they were purchased by wealthy and high-ranking alien males in search of females who could bear their offspring.

  Would it really be so terrible taking the female as their third bondmate?

  Damn it all. Dyos knew the weakness that beset Brale similarly plagued him, too. They didn’t have to say the words out loud because they’d already come to a perfect understanding. They’d already decided they’d no longer return their stolen merchandise. Brale and he were going to keep her and make her theirs, even if it meant facing hell and risking their lives.

  “Fine. I guess we have both come to an agreement. It’s time we make our stolen merchandise ours.”

  Chapter Three

  Her two new masters were certainly taking their time.

  J-7192, or J, as she liked to call herself after seeing the name on a corporate logo from the window of her cell in the Genesis Inc. breeding labs, waited on her knees despite how uncomfortable it was. The metal floor was hard, and it was chilly in the cabin. She’d like nothing better than to put on something warm and explore the ship. Years of training however, made her stay put.

  She’d been created and raised in the main Genesis breeding labs on Terra. J had never been off-planet, and she wanted to see the rest of the ship or perhaps take a peek out the windows to see what space looked like.

  The contract stated a Hadarian crew purchased her, so she was a little curious why her new masters came from two opposing warrior races who had been at war with each other for centuries. They clearly had more than a simple working relationship going on, too, a relationship she suspected went beyond friendship.

  Were they mates? Curious indeed.

  The door of the corridor slid open again, and J dropped her eyes again, as was proper. A tingle went down her spine as the two men drew closer. A large hand lifted up her chin, but there was no promise of violence there. She looked up to see the dangerous-looking Cobrini peering down at her with apparent interest.

  “My name is Brale, and this is my mate, Dyos. Do you have a name, female?” Brale asked.

  “My designation number is J-7192, but I am whatever you wish to call me, master.” J watched Brale exchange a glance with Dyos. Gods of the Galaxy, she’d seen videos and pictures of the two races, but she’d never imagine how impressive they looked up close.

  Brale and Dyos looked like they were bred and created for war. Both of them reminded her of sturdy, solid, and unyielding hardwood. Their bodies were made of hard, firm planes of muscle, while their wide broad chest and shoulders tapered to narrow waists. With those well-defined triceps and biceps, J didn’t doubt for a second they could kill their enemies with their bare hands.

  The similarities ended with their bodies. Dyos’s dark-hair and eyes suited his sun-kissed skin. Brale by contrast, was pale-skinned, had short blond hair, and had slitted eyes.

  She idly wondered if a combination of fine and ragged scars also decorated their bare skin underneath their clothes. The scars were stories she was curious to explore and touch with her mouth and hands. J couldn’t wait for them to start. Given she was created for a singular purpose, it was hard not to think of sex and mating, especially since she had a clear sight of the visible bulges on both men’s suits.

  “You wish to be known by your designation?” Dyos asked, slight amusement in his voice.

  “I like to call myself J. If that pleases you, master.”

  Dyos let out a sigh. “We’re going to be frank with you, J. We’re not who you think we are.”

  A shiver passed through her when she heard the sound of her name on his lips. No one had ever called her by her name before. All Breeders were referred to and called by their designation number until their new masters would decide it fit to assign them a new name. Having her name was a step closer to being human, something J had wondered about for as long as she could remember.

  Unlike some of the first-generations Breeders in the lab who had been picked by the scouting teams of Genesis Inc. when they were in their teens, J had been born, and had lived in the labs for most of her life. Her cellmate was a first-generation Breeder who had gotten caught up when Terra erupted into chaos during the Fall, and J was always hungry to hear about her stories about the world outside her cell.

  Not the terrain of her dying planet, but of the hundreds of worlds and numerous galaxies beyond Terra. Knowing there was something vast, something infinitely more, beyond the tiny walls she’d grown up in had triggered something unexplainable in J. When J learned a Hadarian crew had taken interest in her, she’d been ecstatic.

  Any excuse to leave the home she now saw as a prison was as good any. Besides, she’d heard the warrior race treated most of the Terran women they mated with relatively well.

  “You both aren’t my masters?” J asked in confusion when his words finally clicked.

  Brale pressed a firm hand on Dyos’s chest. “For the moment we are.”

  “I’m confused, master.”

  “Brale, she deserves an explanation,” Dyos said through gritted teeth.

  Brale took a purposeful step towards her, and because she hadn’t been berated for acting beyond her station, J dared to look up at him. Her maidenhead may be intact, which was why her asking price was costly in the first place, but she had the skills and training to bring her masters to pleasure.

  Brale looked large, intimidating and a little savage, but there was something about the hunger in his eyes that called to all her Breeder genes.

  “Would you like me to service you, master? My fellatio skills are quite adequate.”

  For some reason, her words made Brale let out a shaky breath. “Dyos is right. I can’t do this yet. Get off your knees. You need to hear this.”

  Uncertain if he was displeased, J stood, shocked when Dyos draped something warm over her bare shoulders. It was a blanket, she realized. Her uncertainty grew when the two men sat on the coach at the end of the wall. J clutched at the ends of the blanket nervously.

  She didn’t understand what they were asking of her. Did they want her to service them while they were seated? J had heard stories of Cobrini customers who mistreated their Breeders. She was beginning to panic when Dyos patted the space on the couch between them.

  “Have a sit, J. Don’t be frightened. We just want to have a talk for now.”

  “Of course, master.” J sat on the couch, feeling at ease.

  She’d been trained to be able to hold interesting conversations in multiple languages. J was well versed with a couple of hundred languages, including Terran and Hadarian, but the pair seemed fluent in the International Space Standard.

  “Well, I suppose there is no easy way to say this.” Dyos began to finger the edge of her blanket, an obviously nervous gesture.

  Her confidence faltered, and dread suddenly took its place. Did the pair suddenly change their mind about her, and decided for a return? Her heart unexpectedly lurched against her chest. They’d yet to claim her, let alone touch her, so a return was still possible. Would her new buyers be as exciting, kind, or as thoughtful?

  “Did I do something to displease you, master?” J hated how her voice came out uncertain and a little shaky. Firm hands were planted on her shoulders, and J saw Brale frowning down
at her.

  “You’ve done nothing but please us, little one. Now, will you listen to what Dyos has to say?”

  Hesitantly, J nodded.

  “We aren’t who you think we are,” Dyos said, and began to explain how they’d wrested her away from a Hadarian crew.

  J’s eyes widened, not sure how she should react. She felt lost, and she hadn’t been trained for this. Some part of her was also disappointed, because she’d hoped to finally put her skills to use on Brale and Dyos. J really wanted to experience what it was like being with a Hadarian and a Cobrini male.

  “You are shaken, which is an expected response.” Dyos’s hand felt like a brand on her shoulder.

  J wanted his hand to dip lower, past the blanket to touch her flesh. She tried to clear her head. What was wrong with her? The two men just confessed they’d just stolen her from her rightful masters.

  “What will happen to me now? Will I be taken to your client?” J asked, nearly jumping on the couch when Brale growled beside her.

  “No.” Brale’s face was suddenly inches from her own, his black irises nearly swallowing the whole of his eyes. The passion there both frightened and excited her.

  “No?” J asked, unnerved by his closeness.

  She sucked in a breath when he began to trace the side of her neck with his nose, as if he was inhaling the scent of her. He so was close J could also take in the sharp masculine scent of him. She was tempted to lean in to him, to beg him to touch her with his powerful hands.

  “She smells so good, Dyos,” Brale murmured. J felt something wet and warm touch her skin and realized it was Brale’s tongue. “I can’t wait to taste her.”

  “Hold on, Brale. We are not done with our discussion.”

  Looking pained, Brale closed his eyes, took a deep breath and parted from her. “You almost sound hopeful when I said we won’t be returning you to our client, little one, or did I misinterpret your reaction?”

  “No,” J felt herself whisper, licking her lips. “You didn’t.”

  Dyos grasped both of her hands in his, and J was stunned by how her hands looked like a child’s in his. “Tell us what you are thinking, J.”

  It was a little hard breaking away from all her training, but since Dyos wanted her opinion she answered him honestly. “This is all new to me, but who I belong to doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters to me is getting out of the cage I was raised in.”

  Dyos seemed deep in thought, beginning to rub the pads of his fingers on her hands. “So you are not severely disappointed or distressed to find yourself in such a position?”

  J shook her head. “May I ask what you intend to do with me?”

  Dyos’s eyes grew heavy, gaining the same intensity as his mate’s. “I won’t lie to you, J. We have been thinking of taking a third for a while, but we do not wish to put pressure on you about what we want in the long run. For the present, well, I’m sure you have no illusions as to what we want.”

  Feeling bolder, J’s eyes dropped with unconcealed interest to the visible bulge in Dyos’s trousers.

  “But what we want in the present is dependent on what you want.”

  “What I want? You’re giving me a choice?” J asked.

  J had a feeling the two alien men didn’t live by anyone’s rules, and often took what they wanted without a care in the world, yet they were offering her something rare. A gift no one had ever offered her before. Choice.

  “You have been raised as a captive, a slave with no will all your life, J. So yes, now is a good time as any to be finally able to make a decision for yourself. Tell us what you want, and we might be able to give it to you.” Dyos raised her hands to his mouth and blew at her cold fingers.

  “If you crave freedom, then we’ll give it to you. Freedom might come at a price you’re not prepared to pay, because the galaxy is a frightening and dangerous place, but we’re willing to help you make a head start.”

  “Dyos, you’re scaring her,” Brale growled.

  “No. He’s not scaring me. This is just all new to me, and I need time to process all this information, but I do know one thing,” J immediately answered.

  “What do you know, little one?” Dyos asked, looking surprised when she took off the blanket and positioned herself between his legs.

  Dizzy with excitement, J could feel her heart hammering painfully against her chest. Did the two men know the intent of what they just did? Their words felt too good to be true, but she didn’t think they were lying. Instinct told her that, despite their doubtful profession, they were honorable men.

  Sliding her hand across the taut muscles of Dyos’s thigh, J finally looked up at him. Dyos’s dark eyes crept down her face to the hardened points of her nipples. She wondered if he knew just how drenched her pussy was getting with just that one look.

  “You told me I have a choice, and I want to experience what it’s like being with you both,” she finally answered,

  Her fingers found the zipper of his trousers, but Dyos’s fingers stopped her. “You are sure?”

  “Very sure.”

  Large but gentle fingers traced their way from her left cheekbone to her lips. Dyos tilted her face slightly and seemingly content by what he saw in her eyes, he let her continue.

  J unzipped his trousers until his cock sprang free, and the sight of the curving, thick and massive veined length made her gasp.

  “Daunted, little one?”

  “Not one bit.” J leaned forward, curving one hand over his base and putting her tongue to his tip. Dyos groaned when she gathered his leaking pre-cum and began spreading it across his length. J felt his fingers sinking into her hair, fisting them as she began to work.

  She diligently worked her tongue, slightly aware of her breasts bouncing and another large hand cupping one of them. The fabric of Dyos’s trousers brushed slightly against her bare flesh, making J pause from her task.

  “So beautiful.” Brale looked down at her with greedy eyes. His fingers suddenly pinched her hardening nipple, sending another wave of arousal between her legs.

  She moaned, and the hand on her hair deliciously tightened. “Let me take care of you, too, Brale.” Her fingers found his zipper, and she began to work his shaft with his hand while her mouth worked on Dyos’s.

  “J, you’re a fine treasure. Our fine treasure,” Brale murmured.

  J’s cheeks heated up at the comment, but fortunately the two men didn’t seem to notice. While she’d been trained in the arts of pleasure, never before did she want to please anyone as much as she wanted to please the two men.

  “Take me in your mouth, J. I don’t think I will be able to last long,” Dyos instructed, pushing his cock head between her lips.

  J opened her mouth wider to take him in, applying suction with every inch she covered. When his cock hit the back of her throat, J almost gagged, but Dyos’s hand on her hair was careful, helping her ease out. She wasn’t done. She dove back in after regaining her breathing, knowing Dyos was about to reach climax.

  J let Dyos take control, and his prick was like a warm steel rod driving into her mouth. A series of tingles traveled right into her core. She couldn’t wait to feel his shaft driving into her restless pussy.

  “Fuck. What a wonderful sight.” Brale groaned then came all over her fingers.

  Seconds later, Dyos reached climax. Growling, Dyos withdrew out of her mouth, his warm cum hitting her chest and breasts. Before J could appreciate her handiwork, Brale’s strong hands were around her waist, lifting her with ease. J let out a squeak, but he only positioned her back on her feet.

  Seeing him kneeling before her and parting her legs with an intense expression on his face, she asked uncertainly, “What are you doing?”

  “Relax, little one. I am simply returning you the favor. Dyos, would you help hold her?”

  Dyos stood, disappearing from her line of sight. Feeling the hard muscles of his chest mould themselves against her back and his sure hands gripping her waist, J leaned against his large
frame, sighing. The moment Brale’s mouth descended on her clit, J was lost in a flood of sensation.

  Chapter Four

  Hearing J sigh above him like a contented kitten, Brale gripped her legs further apart and sucked hard on her clit. Seeing the soft and tempting folds of her opening only made him harder and more eager to bring J to pleasure. He couldn’t wait to feel the muscles of her pussy taking in his cock while Dyos took her from behind.

  “While he enjoys the taste of your sweet pink lips beneath, I want to taste your other lips,” Dyos demanded.

  He must have claimed her lips, because all Brale could hear were her muffled sounds. Gods of the Galaxy, J was unbearably sweet. She had an irresistible and unexplainable magnetism to her that made it hard for Brale to pull away.

  This feeling was akin to the sensation of drowning, of being pulled under by gravity. Brale had felt the same way he saw Dyos for the first time on the battlefield. He had known, irrevocably and undeniably, that Dyos rightfully belonged to him just as he knew J belonged to them.

  He knew Dyos was uncertain at the start at making J their third, but Brale was confident all of Dyos’s qualms were slowly being stripped away. All Brale needed to do now was convince J it was the right choice staying with them.

  Inhaling the scent of female musk and her arousal, Brale lapped at her folds like a starved man. Dragging his tongue downwards, Brale stabbed into her folds with relish, catching every bit of her cream. Brale knew his tongue was longer and thinner than an average Terran male’s, and he knew how to expertly use it, according to Dyos.

  J was squirming against his steel grip, pressing herself eagerly into his face as he sank deeper and deeper into her.

  Brale paused from his task to remark, “The gods be damned, Dyos. She’s so responsive.”

  Tracing the edges of her pussy lips elicited a needy moan from her.