Red: A Dystopian World Alien Romance

by S. J. Sanders

  As soon as she entered, Warol was there before her, his face lit with pleasure at her return. Arie felt her stomach roil. His brow drooped with concern as she stripped off her furs, and he exchanged a worried look with Kyx. Both seemed on edge, reacting to her anxiety. She didn’t feel like she could even manage to stand still, and it made all the males hyperaware, their fur practically standing on end as if they were expecting a threat to come barreling through the entrance at any moment.

  Even Rager seemed tense as he attempted to soothe her with a gentle touch of his hands, dropping his muzzle against her cheek. His warm breath fanned her neck and desire immediately began to curl inside of her.

  He always had this effect on her. All she had to do was say one little thing and she could have it all.

  “Arie, what is troubling you?” he murmured against her skin.

  She shook her head wordlessly and swallowed as she battled her nerves. She pulled back so that she might look up at him, and her breath hitched as she saw the exhaustion in his eyes. She’d known that he hadn’t been sleeping well over the last several days as the tension among them had increased, but she didn’t know how bad it had gotten. She rubbed her hand over his jaw.

  “Are you okay? You look tired, Rager.”

  The corners of his mouth curved, and his eyes lightened. “I am fine, rya.”

  She took a deep breath and looked around as Kyx and Warol joined them, their ears standing at attention. She realized they were waiting. Every day, they had the same the expectant look, watching her and waiting, and she’d hadn’t realized it until that moment.

  Rager’s eyes flicked toward his brothers before all four rested on her once more. His ears twitched, and he scratched his scruff.

  “Arie, do you think… by any chance… that you have made a decision…” he said as he looked toward Warol. The other male looked away, his ears laid back. Kyx shuffled at her side. Her eyes widened as she realized what they were trying to do. They were attempting to break tradition and assert what they wanted.

  Her heart melted as she realized what they were trying to ask her.

  Rager snarled and huffed out a vexed breath. “Arie, we want you to join our triad. You will be ours and we will be yours. We are not taking you to the Citadel. As soon as the snows recede, we will return with you to our territory,” he stated with a sort of finality as if it settled everything. It didn’t exactly agree with her glimpse at romance from her mother’s books, but Arie thought they were the sweetest words she would ever hear.

  She pressed her hand against his chest and smiled up at him. Rager’s muscles tensed and his hand settled over her own. He didn’t even blink, as if he were afraid to lose the moment. She stretched out her other arm to include Warol and Kyx. Both males outstretched their hands, sandwiching her palm between them. She laughed softly.

  “I’ve been trying to find the most elegant way to say this, but in light of your declaration I will say one thing: I will be your mate. Rager, Warol, and Kyx, I choose you.”

  17

  She didn’t know who moved first, but it was as if whatever had kept her males restrained snapped at her words. Rager’s eyes flared with triumph, and Warol bared his fangs with lust. Kyx wore a soft expression, as if all his dreams had been made true with her declaration.

  Bodies pressed in around her, arms and hands becoming indistinguishable as they slid against her in a passionate frenzy. She managed to pull free long enough to wiggle out of her dress before eager hands shredded it into rags. Tongues immediately caressed the skin of her neck, shoulder and breast. Teeth nipped or bore down on her, gripping her in place while hands continued to play over her body, learning every curve. Fingers took turns slipping between her thighs. Her blood burned through her, dampening her pussy and slickening her thighs. She attempted to shift away from the erotic onslaught, but hands gripped her hips tight, holding her still between them.

  Even the growls and raspy crooning made her internal walls spasm with desire. She needed them with a surprising urgency. Her fingers clawed at them as she tried to pull them closer to satiate the heat of her desire. A hand reached beneath the folds of her dress and a pair of fingers brushed against her engorged clit. A stinging nip was left upon her neck. She could hear Warol’s laugh as she writhed.

  The world shifted and Arie was floating between them. She was certain that Warol and Rager were carrying her between them, each pressing against her with their own demands. A hand slid down her face from above her, from Kyx she was certain. As she was set upon the furs, her vision still fuzzy from her desire, a muzzle pressed against her cheeks and she felt the brush of velvety lips. Kyx’s voice was an intimate golden thread in the chaos of sensation surrounding her.

  “Thank the gods, Arie. You have chosen and we are yours.”

  Arie sighed in delight at the promise. Warol’s voice was harsh in her ear, so different from Kyx’s soft lilt. One of his hands pressed against her mons, his thumb seeking her center of pleasure instinctively.

  “Our blood, hearts, and souls will mingle. This night will break us down, destroy us all, but we will be reformed and breathe again together as one.”

  “Through blood we are born, and through blood we are born again,” Rager snarled next to her ear. Arie arched her hips in desperation as fire licked through her from his resonant growl. He shot forward, his teeth snapping against the flesh at her throat. White heat flared, and it combusted as another set of teeth pierced the fleshy area just above her chest, and a third caught the curvature of her hip. The world whited out around her and her universe narrowed in on the pants and growls of her males.

  Hers. They were now hers and she was irrevocably theirs.

  A hot, warm essence slid across her lips and she licked the metallic, salty flavor off. Some part of her registered that it was blood. Another hand passed over her lips, depositing more drops, followed by a third. Each taste was unique and kindled a hunger in her for her mates. She wanted to pull them within her, join herself to them within her flesh.

  An awareness flooded her mind. They had told her in their oaths the most intimate terms of their bond. The mingle of blood united them, she suspected on a chemical level, as each of her mates completed their mating pact. They were as connected to her as she was to them, ever seeking her as the twelve hands slid over her. The white slowly ebbed out her vision until she found herself staring blissfully up at her mates, their faces softened with their appreciation of her. Without quarrel between them, they stroked, licked, and nuzzled her. She tingled and burned with her desire.

  The weight of Rager settled between her thighs, his dark fur blotting out all light around like a consuming void, all except the brightness of his four blue eyes glowing down at her. She read possession in their depths. His lips pulled back fiercely from his teeth and she was unafraid. She felt her pussy spasm at his ferocity. She knew he would never hurt her in his domination.

  The others continued to stroke her as he pinned her arms with one pair of hands, his second set bracing at either side of her, the soft fur of his tail dragging up her leg. She felt the blunt edge of his primary cock as it slicked through her folds. The tiny beads of flesh along its surface stimulated her, bringing fresh bursts of wetness, but no more so than the ruffles at the head of his primary cock that seemed to suck and pull at her clit as it dragged past.

  The simple contact had her body strung tighter than a priest’s harp. Sweat beaded her quivering skin at the gentle nudge of his cock at her opening. Apprehension sparked beneath the flush of pleasure, dimming her desire. Although she was eager to feel him press into her, hungering for it, she had no control over the fear that washed over her.

  Rager inhaled deeply and paused, a soothing rumble echoing from his chest.

  “Do not fear, rya. We will never hurt you. If we must slow or stop, we will until we can try again. You have control over this first mating,” he murmured, the tip of his claw drawing small circles on her hip.

  Arie tightened her thighs on
his hips in a silent signal to proceed and he pushed forward, the broad edge stretching her uncomfortably as it passed through her barrier. The pain lasted only a second before pleasure shot through her at the first feel of the ruffles on the slope of his cock’s head caressing her channels.

  Rager held perfectly still, giving her time to adjust to him. The fullness of him buried deep within her made her moan. The subtle shifting of her body with eager pleasure gave him the cue to begin moving in and out of her with a perfect push and pull that she’d never imagined. Before she understood what was happening, her muscles spasmed around him, her fingers digging deep into his fur.

  He held himself still until her walls relaxed around him. Then, he began pushing relentlessly forward with shallow pumps of his hips. He was burrowing deep within her to places never before explored, leaving Arie feeling completely raw and exposed. Yet she felt cherished too as he curled his body around her, love gleaming in his eyes the second before the bulbous protrusion near the base of his cock slipped inside her, linking them together.

  Rager released a low groan, followed by the harmonic moans of his triad brothers. Arie became aware of them pushing closer to her, their bodies shivering with desire.

  “By the Blessed Mother, hurry up!” Warol complained. Both of his cocks were swollen more than she recalled seeing them before, seeping blue precum from their purplish-blue heads. His arousal looked near painful as he patiently waited for his turn.

  Arie stilled as she felt his secondary cock brush her ass. Rager chuckled, his weight pinning her and the soft fur on his belly and chest gliding against her skin erotically. He moved his hips slightly so his secondary cock could tap at the tight rosette of her ass and shivered with a moan.

  “Do not worry, rya. We will take that slow for another time. I won’t chance hurting you. I don’t have it within me to be slow and careful at this time, so it is best to wait,” he admitted, hissing a breath between his teeth.

  He withdrew as far as his mating bulge would allow, the tiny beads of his cock and the ruffles of its head stimulating here before he pushed forward again, filling her to the brim. Arie felt her body stiffen and then go completely lax as she was flooded with overwhelming pleasure.

  She was aware of his fur brushing her hips with every surge into her depths, the pressure from his swollen bulge rubbing with every move even as it anchored him within her. Arie’s eyes nearly crossed when his tempo picked up, the pressure of his body pushing her into the furs as he rutted into her. Pleasure coiled inside of her, pushing him into one orgasm after another. He roared as his cock spewed within her, triggering another orgasm in her, but he immediately shoved his other member in before her body even climbed down from its heights.

  She cried out at the invasion and then minutes later once again when she tipped over the edge of another orgasm. She felt truly shattered and broken, held together only by the force of her mate’s presence as he arched over her. The beads on his secondary cock rippled through her like shifting pebbles until she threw her head back and screamed as he roared his own completion, his primary cock finishing on her belly between them.

  Panting, she lay on the furs until Rager pulled away. Her lips curved into a smile as she realized that he wasn’t going far. He continued to stroke her as if, even after all they’d done, he couldn’t get enough of her.

  Arie looked down the length of her body as Warol dropped over her. His yellow eyes gleamed at her mischievously beneath the burn of his lust as his tongue flicked over his fangs. In a sudden show of affection, he leaned forward to nuzzle her before he pulled back to nip her between her breasts. He seemed to control the fervor of his own desire enough to appreciate her body, his tongue dragging down her neck and over each breast before he sucked one nipple at a time into his mouth.

  She groaned, her skin burning from the teasing until she twisted beneath him and couldn’t stand it anymore, but he never relented. With slow deliberation, she worked one hand free, stroking it down his back until she was able to wrap her fingers around the base of his tail. His eyes widened seconds before she gave it a sharp squeeze and tugged it. Warol pressed his face into her shoulder and moaned, his entire body racked with shudders.

  Unlike Rager, he didn’t slip in slowly. With a rough jerk of his hips, Warol buried himself in one motion. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a savage grin.

  “You might want to hold on tight.”

  Arie buried her fingers in his fur, clinging to him for all she was worth. He didn’t hesitate to jump to a demanding pace, his primary cock pressing into her with savage efficiency. The claws of his lower hands braced at her hips dug lightly into her flesh leaving stings not far from where one of her mates had bitten her. The pressure didn’t hurt but thrilled her, setting her nerve endings on fire. He bit down on her shoulder, holding her firmly in place as he ravaged her first with one cock, and then with the other the minute the first slipped free. He was like an explosion of passion, and Arie was the passenger flying up to the heavens with him.

  His body replete, he collapsed against her. His large frame shuddered as she stroked over his wide ribcage and the solid muscles of his back, following the line of his fur and the plating over his spine. Arie wrapped her arms around him as he clung to her, shaking from the intensity and from the release of his pain and anger at the culmination of his passions. He gave all of himself in her arms and she gave him all that he needed.

  The pull away was gradual, but when it happened, she almost didn’t recognize the male whose entire expression worshipped her and conveyed a happiness she’d never seen from him before. He leaned forward to nuzzle her jaw as he whispered thanks to the gods coupled with sweet endearments to her. When he finally turned over to Kyx, he did so in a relaxed manner as he shifted to her side so that his brother could take his place.

  When Kyx looked down at her, it was not with Rager’s domination, or Warol’s brute playfulness, but with utter devotion. His fingers stroked down her face and neck, curving around the orbs of her breasts to play with her nipples only momentarily before continuing their exploration. He was mapping her and left no place unexplored.

  He teased her and slowly drew her body up to heights of new passion with each caress and each stroke of his tongue against her flesh. When his tongue explored her cunt, she flew apart at the slick intrusion and he’d groaned and lapped at her juices with voracious hunger. Arie knew it was stimulating his own arousal by the way he was thrusting his hips into empty air with every flick of his tongue. She cried out and begged until he climbed on top of her and thrust into her with an undeniable urgency.

  Together they rode the wave of their pleasure. She whispered pleas for him to increase his pace, to push harder, and he obliged her every request. Even after his primary cock had slipped from her, he’d risen to her demands with his secondary member. She floated on a tide of pleasure that crested like breaking water over the sharp collision of their bodies. Arie shook like a leaf when her she hit her final climax with him.

  His amber eyes stared down at her in wonder and he shifted around to settle beside her hip, his tongue lapping at the combined essences dripping from her. He was joined by Rager and Warol. All three slick tongues wiped away every trace of their desire before they settled around her, their breaths rushing out in content rumbles.

  Arie’s fingers stroked through their fur, a smile blooming across her face even as she slipped into sleep.

  18

  Warol woke and stretched his muscles from where he lay piled with his family. All the ravenous heat had fled his system, leaving little behind except satisfaction. The corner of his mouth tilted up as he inhaled the soft bare skin beside his muzzle. His tongue stroked the scarred flesh just above her left breast. The shallow tear had been healed from his saliva within minutes of his claiming bite. Now the sight of it was an irresistible pull for him.

  A sense of rightness settled into his body. He was finally mated. He never would have guessed that his life would have been bound in
such a way to a human, and at one time he might have rebelled against the idea, but now he felt nothing but peace. Oh, he still didn’t like or trust humans as a whole, but he loved his Arie and he had come to admire Emala. He could have strung the older female up and bitten off her feet at the ankles for making his female sad, but she had redeemed herself in his eyes with her kindness and generosity since then.

  Any other human he preferred to keep his entire family far away from—especially in light of Emala’s story. He had nightmares for days of his beautiful, tender-hearted female being dragged away by huntsmen. The flat-faced males had seemed demonic, lit with savagery, their lips twisted into cruel smiles as their dark blue cloaks swirled around them like angry wings of a predatory bird.

  His anxiety had grown worse with the aggression he began to feel toward the males he called his brothers, especially toward Rager. It had gotten so bad he couldn’t even bear to be around the other male, so had spent more and more time away from the cave scouting. He’d known that Arie had disapproved. He could see it in her eyes and the way her lips pinched together whenever he returned.

  He’d been unreasonably angry with her at first when the mating urge had begun, even when he couldn’t resist his need for her presence. He blamed her for causing distress in their triad. When she stopped lying between them and retreated from their embrace, his anger toward her turned against himself and he grew despondent, desperate for even the slightest touch or affection from her.

  When Rager had cornered him yesterday, he’d thought the worst until the male opened his mouth.

  “We can’t continue like this, Warol,” Rager had said. His fur was bristled, as it had been for days, and his lips were almost always continuously pulled back just enough to show the tip of his fangs, yet his eyes were weary.

  Warol had looked at him solemnly. “What should we do?”