Alien Warlords' Heir: SciFi Menage Surprise Baby Romance (Warlords of Octava Book 2)

by Vi Voxley

  She gasped for air when Chase pushed two fingers inside her, licking around them to ease the way. Not that he needed to. She was so wet that in her mindless desire, Dana would have taken them both right then and there.

  Her rational mind was still present just enough to know that Chase was doing the right thing in preparing her for them.

  The warlord worked her pussy open and Dana's mind reverted back to how utterly unbelievable it all was. She could feel her cheeks turn red from lust and the heat embracing her, quickly robbing her of all reservations that she still might have had left.

  I'm going to be fucked by alien warlords. Gods, they're going to break me and that seems like the best thing for me. I want them to. I want them to shape me for their cocks, I want to take them to the hilt...

  Dana realized she was saying some of that out loud when she heard growling grunts from both, Havoc's tickling her ears as he tugged at her neck with his teeth. She wanted to bite back, locked in the cage of them both, rubbing her ass against Havoc's huge cock.

  "Take me," she moaned when Chase was getting so close to making her orgasm that she was starting to feel dizzy. "I need you both so badly I don't think I can go another second without having your cocks inside me."

  "Is that so?" Havoc asked for the second time that night, his deep voice making Dana shiver from head to toe. "Say it again. We need you to be sure this is what you want. Your tight little pussy is so wet for us, but we want you. We want you to give yourself to us."

  "I–" Dana whimpered. "Yes Chase don't stop, yes! I'm yours, yours. I don't know what you want me to say, I just need you so much it hurts, just fuck me, please..."

  Her fated couldn't resist that. Chase stood again, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. Dana could taste her juices on his tongue. Her entire body was tingling, every inch of her in need like never before. Dana had no doubt in her heart she wouldn't last long.

  She couldn't remember the last time a man had given her an orgasm that she hadn't needed to help along.

  Then Chase lifted her up into his lap. Out of instinct more than anything else, Dana wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on, her eyes wide as she felt his cock poking at her ass.

  Havoc stepped back as Chase guided his thick cock to her wet, slick entrance. Dana threw back her head, her eyes closing in absolute pleasure as she slowly sank down on the shaft.

  She could feel every agonizing, divine inch of Chase's cock as it thrust into her. Biting her lip, Dana grabbed a better hold of her fated, accepting his punishing kisses - fierce, almost hurting. Pain mixed with pleasure as Chase's cock pushed her pussy to its limits.

  "Amazing," she moaned. "You feel fucking amazing. Harder, Chase! I don't want to draw this out, I want you to fuck me to pieces, I need you–"

  She couldn't finish that thought before Chase bared his teeth in a feral grin and pounded into her with one powerful thrust. Dana's scream turned into a moan as he immediately pulled back again to repeat it, picking up a ruthless pace.

  His strong arms closed around Dana, wrapping her into a cocoon of lust and heat. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into Chase's biceps as he pounded into her as hard as she'd asked.

  Every second of it was like a little orgasm of its own. Chase's big, thick cock was threatening to split her in two and Dana could only moan and hold on, taking the punishing force he was using on her.

  Every time he hit the spot within her, faster and faster as they both neared the edge, the waves of absolute ecstasy crashed over Dana's head, making her feel like she was drowning in pleasure.

  "You are mine," Chase groaned.

  Dana's eyes snapped open. The warlord's golden blue eyes were shining, inches from her, with their lips so close they were almost kissing. He nipped at her lips, teasing small, biting kisses from her.

  There was no feeling in her body anymore, shaken and broken under Chase's rough treatment. Only lust and pleasure remained as the warlord slammed his cock into her pussy hard enough to make her bones shudder.

  It was the single most incredible thing she'd ever felt, despite all evidence that she was quickly drowning and about to pass out.

  "Yours," she whispered. "Make me yours, Chase! I need you to cum in me, please–"

  Just for a moment, that sentiment from her made Dana think of whether she was as opposed to having a family with her fated as she made out to be. Then the burning look in Chase's golden blue eyes took her breath away. The warlord started pounding into her without rhythm, only fierce, powerful thrusts that left Dana reeling.

  "I'm going to cum, fuck, yes, oh gods yes!"

  The wave of pleasure hit so hard for a second Dana struggled to stay conscious. Stars danced before her eyes, suspiciously enough as Chase fucked her all through her orgasm, groaning when his own climax was drawn from him.

  She could feel his hot seed spill into her pussy, closing her eyes in pleasure as her insides were flooded with Chase's cum, broken moans falling from her lips.

  She hadn't even come down from the high Chase had taken her to when Havoc returned to her world.

  Honestly, Dana didn't think she would be able to have another orgasm so close to the first one. Her body was in shambles, every limb as numb as she'd wanted it. Only when Chase pulled out of her, his cum trickling down her thighs and gently turned her towards Havoc with a knowing smirk on his lips, Dana reconsidered.

  She gulped, seeing Havoc's cock stand rock-hard, at attention for her. Desire flooded her broken body again, shocking it back to life as she bit her lip. Havoc's cock wasn't as long as Chase's, but it was thicker. She could imagine it inside her, firm as an iron rod, so big it robbed her of all air.

  "I’m yours too," she said quietly.

  The feral, hungry grin on Havoc's lips was the only warning she got. Then the warlord lowered her to the ground, making sure the carpet was soft enough not to cause her discomfort. Spreading her legs apart, Havoc laid down on top of her.

  “I know you are,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers running down her spine.

  Dana whimpered when he pushed his gigantic cock against her pussy. Even with all the preparation, even with Chase's cum still filling her, it didn't go in as smoothly as she'd hoped.

  Fucking incredible.

  Havoc's hands were holding hers in their powerful grip, his lips on hers as he pushed inside. Small whimpers escaped Dana's lips as she moaned for him, spreading her legs willingly to admit him inside, needing to take all of him.

  It hurt, it hurt like hell, and it was sweeter than heaven. When Havoc was finally fully seated inside her, Dana needed to consciously remind herself to breathe.

  "Am I hurting you?" her giant asked, a hint of concern in his deep, rough voice.

  "Yes," Dana breathed, a sated smile on her lips as she struggled, not wanting to be free even a little. "More!"

  Havoc didn't let her say that twice. With a grunt, he started slamming into her, slowly and shallowly at first, then picking up speed that made Dana feel like the entire planet was shaking and she was about to fall off.

  Her fated kissed her, his lips strong and demanding, claiming hers with ease. Just the way she wanted it, to feel safe and sure in the arms of someone who had no intention of taking advantage of her trust and submission.

  Her body writhed underneath Havoc's, rising to meet every ruthless thrust, knowing she'd be sore for weeks when the warlords were done with her.

  "You're so tight," Havoc groaned. "So fucking hot. Do you want more? I want to see you beg with those pretty eyes of yours and that clever tongue too."

  Dana moaned loudly, the walls of her pussy clamping down on Havoc's huge cock at those words, barely able to concentrate enough to form sentences.

  "Anything," she whispered. "Anything you want to hear. Please, Havoc, I need more, fuck me, I need you–"

  Her fated's eyes were burning as he looked at her, his thrusts becoming more vicious as she'd asked. Her entire body was senseless and over-sensitive at once, shivering from h
ead to toe as the pleasure rose to inconceivable levels in her.

  Dana thought she was so close the tiniest movement could make her cum, but Havoc apparently knew better.

  He didn't let her off the hook until she was heaving beneath him, struggling in his grip for real, needing to touch, to move, to cum at last.

  "Yours," she pleaded when it was getting to be so good it overwhelmed her. "Make me yours."

  Only then did Havoc start fucking her in earnest. His powerful body moved on top of hers, his cock pushing into her so deeply Dana could no longer tell where she ended and her fated began.

  She screamed, a long, drawn-out howl as Havoc pounded into her, feeling his balls slap her ass with every thrust that hit the spot of pleasure inside her with perfect precision.

  She couldn't scream out his name when she orgasmed. There was simply no air left in her lungs, no words in her head. Dana could only shudder and whimper, still held in place by Havoc's unrelenting grip on her.

  She trembled under him, her pussy contracting and milking his orgasm from him. She couldn't look away from his eyes, crimson flames burning in them as he groaned loudly, cumming into her, filling her up again.

  They stayed together like that for a long, long moment before Havoc pulled back to give her some air. She laid there, on the soft carpet, the seed of her fated in her womb and slowly trickling down her thighs, breathing heavily.

  Seeing that she wasn't going to go anywhere, the warlords sat down beside her, their hands gently wandering over her naked body.

  It had been the single best sex in her life. Whether they were fucking or not, Dana didn't want the evening to end.

  In fact, she didn't want any of it to end.

  "I want this," she told the warlords, knowing they understood her meaning.

  Their eyes burned in the dim light of the room, speechless before her final submission.

  "You better come back," Dana said, smiling. "Because we're only getting started."

  16

  Chase

  Both he and Havoc knew that the next morning was going to be the most important point in their relationship with their fated.

  It was imperative that they didn't fuck up the single opportunity to bond with their fated out of careless joy. It was more than a little weird to hide their excitement from her, but the situation fate had put the three of them in had set the rules for them.

  Chase knew there was an unspoken agreement between him and Havoc. Despite the enthusiasm Dana had shown to be with them the night before, there could be no talk of a baby, or anything else nearly as permanent.

  No talk, yet, he thought. We can still hope, though. She has told us she wants a family. All we have to do is wait and fate will bring us our happiness.

  They gathered for breakfast as had become a tradition for them. Naturally, he and Havoc had been up for a while. Their first training of the day was already past and the initial reports of the mustering of their armada had been checked. Their departure couldn't be delayed, another reason why they couldn't let anything go wrong with Dana.

  She and Sean arrived after them. Havoc and Chase waited for them in comfortable silence, feeling no need to discuss anything about the war or anything else while in the presence of their fated.

  They were more curious than anything else.

  And strangely afraid. If the night of passion turned out to be a fluke, Chase didn't think he could handle trying again. Gargon bonds didn't joke with a man's heart. He was bound to Dana for all eternity. He couldn't take it lightly.

  She greeted them with a cautious smile. Sean started heaping food on his plate, prattling on about the different things he wanted to get done that day. His mother looked at the two of them, barely even blinking.

  "We have news," Havoc said, taking a sip from his chalice. "You shouldn't be worried, but the time has come. Chase and I need to fly off soon to face the League."

  Both Sean and Dana stopped. The naked concern on her features was painful to see.

  It was beautiful in contrast, however, to see her expression settle after a moment of turmoil, accepting the truth for what it was.

  "I see," she said, her voice shaking only a little. "When?"

  "In a few days," Chase replied, trying not to sound like it was a big deal, although they all knew the stakes. "As soon as the armada signals that it's ready to depart, we need to be off. The sooner we meet them, the better. Best case scenario, the League never reaches Octava or any other world of the Alliance."

  "There have already been battles, haven't there?" Dana asked, her blue eyes regarding them sharply. "So you can't really say that."

  Chase nodded.

  "It's true, the League has tested out the defenses of some of the other border worlds," he admitted, leaning forward to make sure Dana understood and believed him. "That is not a concern."

  "I'm sure they would disagree," Dana said with a warning in her eyes.

  Havoc was glaring at him, before cutting in with his natural skill of easing the tension, so unlike his vicious demeanor.

  "Chase means to say that the League has no real plans to attack any other worlds but Octava until we still stand," he explained. "It simply tests the defenses to see where it could break into the Alliance once we're gone. Rest assured, we are not going anywhere. The battles you speak of are raids at best, scouting missions."

  That seemed to calm down Dana a little, although there was still a frown on her face.

  "People still die," she said, glancing at Sean, most likely to see how attentively the boy was listening.

  "That is the nature of war," Chase agreed. "A bloodless victory is more a theory than an actual reality. Even we can't be everywhere at once. Then again, neither can the League. They know they need to bring almost all of their might against us and they will. We know the twins. They wouldn't leave Octava up for chance."

  "That doesn't sound very comforting for us," Dana said, a soft smile on her face as she tried to be brave for her son.

  "Nothing will happen to you," Havoc promised. "You are our fated. Your safety and happiness are the only things that matter to us, other than winning this war. You and Sean will be protected by the best warriors who remain here."

  That was amazingly smooth, even in Chase's opinion. The way Havoc had slipped in the comment about her happiness had done the trick. Once again, Dana was studying their faces, looking for any sign of their tryst at all.

  "If there is anything we can do to make you happy, we will," Chase went on, using the window Havoc had opened for him. "Or if there is any way you'd feel safer while we're gone, just say it."

  Dana relaxed visibly. It wasn't simply a breath of relief, it was a total relaxation. His heart leaped. The impossible was happening right before his very eyes. Dana was theirs, he knew it.

  He felt it with all his heart.

  "Well, I would feel a lot safer if I had something to defend myself with," Dana admitted. "All Gargon weapons are oversized for me though. The Sanguine has a few guns. I thought I might pick up some of them once I've made sure all the women aboard have means of defense too."

  "I have something for you," Havoc said then to Chase's surprise as well as Dana's.

  Havoc pulled a small sword from under his heavy cloak. Chase recognized it as one of the new blades that had appeared a few days ago in his war room, a place where almost no one was permitted to step into. It was similar to Hannah’s, yet completely different.

  He forged her a sword, Chase thought with approval.

  Havoc lifted up the small sword, carefully and respectfully pulling it from its sheath. Dana's eyes were glued to it, admiring the sharp, gleaming blade. Even Chase had to admit it was a gorgeous weapon. Havoc had gift for making them and it made sense he would have worked so hard on that particular one.

  "It's beautiful," she said quietly while Sean jumped up and ran closer to see the sword better.

  "Thank you," Havoc said with a small smirk. "I made it. I'm glad you like it."

  "You ma
de it?" Dana asked, surprised and a little taken aback. "That is amazing."

  "I forged it for you," Havoc said, his eyes traveling over the length of the small blade. "Much for the same reason you just named. I knew you would want to defend yourself, and Sean. I adjusted it for your height. If you'll agree, I would like for you to have it."

  He extended the sword towards Dana, whose eyes were shining like she'd just been gifted something incredibly precious.

  True, in a way. Very true, Chase thought, holding his breath.

  Gargons did not give of themselves lightly.

  Dana walked over to Havoc who handed the blade to her carefully.

  Chase's heart beat faster, seeing the smile on Dana's lips. She was theirs, with every moment more and more, she was becoming theirs.

  At last, they had something to fight for, someone to come home to.

  "I don't know if I'm much of a sword-fighter," Dana said at last, trying the sword clumsily.

  "I've left instructions for my best captain to teach you, if you'd like," Havoc said. "Even so, I would like for you to have it. As a symbolic gift, hoping you never need to put it to use. A piece of us to keep by your side even if we cannot be here."

  "Thank you," Dana said, sheathing the blade. "I mean it."

  The rest of the breakfast passed much more comfortably and Chase glanced Havoc's way, seeing the other warlord had noticed the change in Dana too. They couldn't voice it yet, but the hope was there. Something indescribable told them both without fault that she wasn't thinking about leaving as often or as seriously as before.

  Maybe fate has a plan for us after all.

  The true testament of Dana's changed perception came when they were getting ready to depart two days later, as expected.

  It was the most painful thing Chase had ever done. His mind was heavy with all the things that could go wrong, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to allow himself to think like that once the war arrived. Distractions were the demons that got people killed and he would rather have died than let Dana get hurt.