Stealing Shiloh

by K. A Knight

  “Please!” I scream.

  He laughs, blowing warm air over my pussy, but finally, fucking finally, I feel his tongue. He presses it to my clit and starts to hum, the sound vibrating through me and making me jerk and writhe in their grasp.

  “Not yet,” Nul murmurs to me, raining kisses along my shoulder as he trails his hand down my curves, bypassing Cryk’s tongue and dipping inside me, fucking me shallowly with it. I raise my hips, pressing closer to both of them.

  So close—

  I’m so close—

  No!

  They pull away again.

  I know I look wild now, I feel it. My body trembles with a desperate need for release, my breasts sore and heavy, my pussy dripping and legs shaking. “My mates! Please, make me come!”

  “Who does this pussy belong to?” Trov yells, stepping forward and cupping my weeping slit. I rub against his hand, needing the pressure.

  “You, you, you,” I chant.

  “Who does this body belong to?” he asks.

  “You!” I practically scream, I can’t get enough pressure against his palm to get off, and he knows it.

  “Are you ours?” he growls.

  “Yes!” I snarl at him, spitting the words.

  “Good little mate,” he coos, before dropping to his knees in front of me. He holds my gaze as his tongue snakes out and laps at my pussy. Trov groans at the taste, and my head drops back. Unable to take it anymore, my eyes close as pleasure courses through me.

  His rough fingers demand my orgasm, they yank it from me, sliding over my clit furiously as his tongue dips in and out of my pussy again and again. “Come for us!” Cryk demands, and I do.

  I scream my release to the crowd as my body jerks. I push my pussy closer to Trov’s tongue, who licks me through it. Pleasure surges through every nerve ending, making me shiver and moan until I slump on the bonds from the force of it. My eyes slowly open and lock on my proud-looking mate between my thighs.

  He gets to his feet as I recover. My mouth drops open when he unzips his pants and palms his hard cock. It’s fucking massive, a shade darker than his skin, thick and long. His cock is glorious, standing proud in his large hand. Taking in his size, I know there is no way that will fit inside me, not a bloody chance. It looks like a goddamn foot long sub! It will split me in two for sure, and though death by sex would be a good way to go, no way am I dying by dick in front of all of these people.

  Nope.

  Not happening.

  He must see my panic because his face softens. “Do not worry, mate, you will love every inch. But I am getting the pleasure of going last, your other mates will vekk you first as I watch, making sure you enjoy every second of it.”

  I almost swoon at his words, but then Nul is there, in front of me. He stares at the floor, not at me, his cock hard, bouncing in front of him, but he hesitates. Taking a deep breath, I lower my head to try and catch his eyes, uncaring of the crowd. “Nul,” I murmur. He gulps and looks up at me, searching my eyes. “I want you, please, make me yours.”

  Still, he hesitates.

  “What’s the percentage of me coming from your cock?” I ask lowly.

  “Ninety-nine percent if I employ techniques learned last time,” he replies automatically.

  “That sounds fucking good to me, what are we waiting for?” I grin.

  He steps closer, checking my face again before nodding. “Tell me if I hurt you at all.”

  “Do it, I might even like it, but if you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to kick your ass when we get back,” I warn.

  It startles a laugh from him, and he finally relaxes. I see the dominant Nul in his eyes, the one who rocked my world on the table in his lab, and I almost groan. Hell yes, this is going to be good.

  The crowd, the board, and even my other mates fade. All that matters is Nul and the big, veiny, hard cock pointing towards me, pre-cum already gracing the tip. He grabs my thigh, and I wrap it around his hip as he presses his hard cock to my aching pussy, making me whimper. I lift my hips to meet him, rubbing myself against his hard length.

  “Yes,” I groan, letting the word out, knowing he needs the reassurance.

  His eyes lock on mine as his fingers dig into my thigh, holding me still as he slowly slips inside my pussy. He pauses when he’s only an inch in, letting me adjust before pushing in farther and farther, until he’s balls deep and we are both panting. Sweat covers his brow, and we hear the crowd shout for us to hurry up. Nul flinches, so I smile at him. “Eyes on me.”

  He nods and pulls out, pushing back in, his cock dragging along those delicious nerves, making me gasp. With each thrust, each stuttered breath he wrings out of me, he starts to get more and more confident, until he’s driving into me again and again, stretching my pussy around his giant cock.

  Joss circles behind me, whispering dirty nothings in my ear as he tweaks my nipples and bites down on my shoulder. With Joss working my tits, all it takes is one more thrust from Nul’s hips and I scream, exploding around him, milking his cock. He roars, finishing with two more punishing thrusts before his cock jerks inside me, filling me with his cum.

  He smiles at me and stumbles away, slipping from my pussy. I feel his cum and my cream leak from my body, making me cringe. Before embarrassment pulls me under, Joss is there, switching positions, his hard cock already in his hand as he watches me hungrily. Cryk takes his place behind me and lifts me, squeezing my ass as he holds my legs open for Joss.

  “Good girl, take his big cock, let me feel you get fucked by your mate,” Cryk murmurs, biting my earlobe. I groan at his dirty words, at how hot they make me as Joss steps between my parted thighs. He rubs his cock in the mess leaking from my pussy, making me moan and twitch.

  He narrows his eyes and bumps my clit with his cock, doing it again and again until I’m jerking against him, the sensitivity too much too soon, needing him inside me. Even though I just had Nul, I need more. I need to come again. Cryk’s words and hands mixed with Joss’s cock?

  Hell to the motherfucking yes.

  “Please!” I beg, and Joss takes pity on me. With a growl, he grips my legs, tilting my hips back as I dangle from my bindings and then drives into me in one, long, punishing thrust. Crying out, my eyes close in bliss as he fills me. Joss isn’t soft and sweet like Nul. No, he pushes in and out of me in hard, quick thrusts, forcing me into Cryk’s hands, who slips one between my ass cheeks, making me freeze for a moment. All apprehension quickly disappears as Joss forces it from my mind with each wild thrust.

  Cryk’s voice drops an octave, vibrating through me. “See how hard he is for you? How good does his thick cock feel thrusting inside your cunt, little flyer? With your wet heat milking him, I’m betting it will be over quickly. We all need you too much. We’re too greedy, wanting to see our seed dripping from that glistening pink pussy as you take your Klan like a good little mate.”

  Oh, fuck me.

  My core clenches in lust, clamping down on Joss.

  “Yes, little flyer, moan for him. Squeeze that tight little cunt around his cock, let him feel how much you want him.” Cryk’s orders make me whimper as he reaches between us and strokes his fingers in my cream before tracing his finger backwards and circling my other hole.

  It should feel wrong, but it feels so right. I have an image of him fucking my ass as Joss drives into my pussy. It makes me cry out, my pussy clamping around Joss, who roars and gives up all restraint. He just fucks me, driving into my pussy again and again. His hand comes up and plays over my clit until I explode.

  I scream his name as I come, my pussy clenching around him and keeping him inside me. Joss tries to fight it, but he can’t, and I watch as his face tightens, scrunching up as his cock jerks inside me, filling me with his cum. Still coming, he pulls out and sprays it across my chest before falling backwards, out of breath and spent.

  I hang there, limp and exhausted, cum dripping from my pussy and clinging to my chest, well and truly fucked. But then Cryk is there,
and I realise I’m not done. I want to cry, to whimper, to say I can’t. Cryk narrows his eyes on me, as if he can hear my thoughts. “You will take my cock, and you will come for me.”

  “I can’t,” I sob, breathless and exhausted.

  “You can and you will,” he snarls. Roughly, he grabs my ankles and steps backwards, draping them over his shoulders, pressing my ass and pussy to his abs. His cock searches for my entrance, thickening against me, and I find myself panting for a whole new reason.

  Fuck.

  I want him.

  All our teasing and playing led to this. Cryk keeps his eyes on me as he teases now, lubricating his cock with my juices before lining it up with my entrance. “You’re going to scream for me, little flyer. Let the whole vekking planet know how well I fuck you.”

  All I can do is moan his name. “Cryk.”

  He takes that moment to push into me, forcing all of his thick cock inside me. My pussy stretches around him before he pulls back and plunges in. He starts slow before building up to hard, quick thrusts which have me gripping the rope to keep myself grounded. I whimper as he pounds harder, unintelligible words flowing from my mouth as I lift my hips, tightening my ankles around his neck, meeting each thrust, right there with him.

  He bites down on my nipple, and that hint of pain mixed with the pleasure is my undoing. Trov grips my hair, forcing my eyes open. My gaze locks onto Cryk, whose face is transformed into a snarl as he fucks me.

  “See how you undo us?” Trov asks.

  He grips my throat then, holding it harshly, his thumb on my racing pulse as Cryk fucks me, his gaze focused on my bouncing breasts. Each drag of his cock pushes me closer to that edge until, suddenly, I’m there. My eyes close as my body jerks. Cryk roars, and I feel his cum splash inside me. His thrusts slow until he’s finished, and my body is slid down from his.

  I only open my eyes when Trov releases my throat, blinking to clear the spots away. I gulp when I see him.

  He looks feral, his fangs showing, his wings spread like an avenging angel come to take me. And take me he does. He isn’t kind, isn’t sweet, isn’t even Trov. He’s gone. In front of me is my mate, an alien warrior general wanting to claim what’s his.

  He spins me in the chains and forces my head down as his claws dig into my hips. He yanks them back, kicking my legs open, and forces his monster cock inside my sore pussy.

  I scream, from both pain and pleasure, my pussy still fluttering from aftershocks. Then Joss is there, he forces his cock into my open mouth, silencing my scream as I have no choice but to swallow him down.

  I’m caught between them. Trov demolishes my pussy, fucking me so hard and rough, I know I’ll struggle to walk tomorrow, while Joss leisurely fucks my mouth, his cock tasting like a salty mixture of our cum, bumping the back of my throat. My eyes close as I let myself be used, and then I feel it.

  A tongue.

  It laps at my clit, flicking it with insistent little strokes, and then there is hands on me. Two on my breasts, rolling my nipples again and again before they are sucked into a mouth.

  I’m caught in a loop of pleasure until I don’t know who is where. I no longer care. My body is theirs to fuck, to mark, to claim. I let go, just focusing on the pleasure and pain rolling through me. I let their mouths, cocks, and hands guide me away from the crowd and into a realm of utter bliss.

  I’m flying in a euphoric haze when the orgasm whispers through me, fuelled by them. It’s slow but oh so strong. My body seizes up as I swallow Joss’s cum from his own release, some of it spilling over my lips and hitting the stage. Then Trov is snarling, his fingers digging into my hips as he reaches his own climax, filling my pussy with his hot cum and splashing some over my ass. They mark me as theirs, my own cream mixed in as the orgasms keep coming.

  Again and again.

  More and more waves until finally, finally it stops.

  I forget where I am, floating in the aftershocks of pleasure, my vision gone, hearing lost.

  I don’t know how long I stayed in subspace, but as my hearing comes back and the whispers from my Klan reach my ears, I force my eyes open. It’s hard, I’m so tired, bone tired, and my body is slack and unresponsive. I meet Nul’s eyes, and he smiles at me.

  “Sleep,” he whispers. I know they have me.

  I know they will protect me, so I close my eyes once again. I feel myself unhooked from the bindings and lifted into someone’s arms, and then we are airborne, the wind cooling the sweat on my overheated skin, so I snuggle closer into whoever’s chest it is.

  My last thoughts are of my Klan as I drift off to sleep, my body well and truly used and covered in their cum and marks.

  I am theirs.

  They are mine.

  It’s done.

  Twenty-Three

  Cryk

  My mate.

  It’s official.

  I’m not one to get vekking emotional and shit, but watching her up on that stage, naked and spread out like a feast…it did something to me. She was perfection, submissive in the best way. She took all of us, over and over, even when I saw the look of surrender in her eyes. She persisted. She gave herself to us, and in doing so, she stole my heart.

  My vekking heart.

  My eyes burn with my feelings for her, blurring the vision of Shiloh lying in my bathtub. Though asleep, her eyes move under her lids, making me wonder what she’s dreaming about. I hope it’s something good…maybe us?

  I dip my hand inside the tepid water and growl, noting it’s not as warm as I want. The plug between her feet pulls up easily, and I add more heated water. Her nakedness calls to me, but this time, it’s not my cock that answers.

  She is beautiful, no denying that, but the battle wounds crossing her body, the bruises, the smatterings of red fingerprints, the crimson hue surrounding her throat and her wrists…

  They call to me as her mate.

  The markings displayed on her skin make me both proud and angry. Proud that my mate survived the Vultana like she did, but angry that it’s still protocol for a Klan to put the female they care for through such a thing. We were hoping our status as generals would sway favour with the board, so we could bypass the ancient ritual and claim Shiloh in a much less barbaric way. In a private setting, we could explore her, let her enjoy it without a vekking audience to embarrass her. She is our mate, not theirs, so why should they get to see her in the throes of passion?

  But the board denied our request, as did the kings. Anger heated my blood at their denial, but karma is a bitch. Some day, when the kings find their mate, they will be forced to submit their precious human to the same ritual. Let’s see how they like it. I, for one, will be sitting front and center to watch as their own anger flares.

  Shiloh stirs, moaning softly, bringing my mind back to the present. A smile tugs at my lips as I trace her battle wounds with my finger. Satisfied with the water’s temperature, I turn off the tap and grab a soft cloth. Squirting a small amount of pink soap I snagged from her room onto the cloth, I begin to wash her body.

  For once, my cock stays in check as my mind takes over, cleaning her as a doctor would a patient, taking care of her like a good mate should.

  My mate…

  My throat burns with emotion as I pick up a pliant arm and wash her gently. She stirs but remains asleep as I place her limb back in the warm water and switch to her other side. The angry welts surrounding her wrists seem to darken before my eyes.

  I drain some water, exposing her chest, and dispense soap directly on her skin. I take care around her throat, massaging gently, then work my way down to her exquisite breasts. A large bite surrounding her right nipple makes me grin. I know it shouldn’t, but seeing my mark on her perfect flesh is so gratifying.

  I lift her heavy tits, cleaning around them, grazing the cloth over her nipples that harden in response. Ignoring my cock again as it tells me to suck her plump bud into my mouth, I wash her belly then come to a dilemma. Her lower body is what needs washing most, but I’ll have
to drain all the water to do it. I worry she’ll turn cold when an idea pops into my head…

  I’ll get in with her, my heated scales will keep her warm.

  Stripping naked, I drain the remainder of the water and pick up her tiny body. The tub is still warm as I sit down inside and drape her yielding form across mine.

  She groans, her head moving from side to side before she once again grows quiet.

  Good girl.

  Calling on my lust for her, my fierce desire, my…love, the scales on my body flame. Heat radiates off me, warming my mate in my arms. Satisfied she’ll stay toasty, I begin to work on each leg, draping them over the side of the tub for easier access. My body is much larger than hers, making it effortless to reach the tips of her toes.

  Her legs don’t harbour much injury, but I know the last place I need to wash, the place I’ve been avoiding, does.

  Her sweet cunt.

  Even now, hours later, the memory of tasting her cream makes my mouth water and causes blood to rush between my legs. I can’t wait to take her again, and again, and again. Binding her to my bed, forcing her to endure hours of pleasure, her voice growing hoarse from screaming in ecstasy will—

  Later, Cryk. Concentrate!

  The cloth grew cold lying on the side of the bath, but my fingers are quite warm. Knowing what I need to do, I abandon the washcloth and squirt soap into my palm. I lather the pink suds between my hands, sit up taller, and begin the slow and sensual process of cleaning the paradise between her thighs.

  With her legs already tossed over the bath’s sides, access is easy. Her outer lips feel smooth under my fingers. I massage them gently, causing a soft moan to pull from her sleeping lips. I stop, making sure she falls back to sleep before starting again.

  I lift one leg, bending it up to her chest to fully open her up. Her sweet, pink cunt blossoms like a flower, and my cock thickens in response.