Chel, of course, did as she’d asked, and she managed to wiggle away from Gwarnon as he huffed in displeasure. Standing before them as they sat, they were almost eye level with each other. It was funny, she didn’t feel smaller than them and it always came as a slight surprise at how big they truly were. Having always been the tallest woman in the room—and most of the time the tallest period, at six foot—she wasn’t used to feeling tiny and feminine next to a man. It was a weird, but nice sensation. For the first time in her life, she wouldn’t have to be careful not to hurt her partner if their bed play got a little rough. She could lose herself completely with the men, fight and wrestle them until they won her willing sexual submission.
Her voice came out husky, thick with desire, as she said, “I want our first time to be without the implant. If you put it in now, I’ll be distracted, and I want to remember this for the rest of my life.”
The men exchanged a long look, and she could almost feel the unspoken conversation happening between them. If she concentrated she could…sense the intent of the words they were speaking? It made no sense, but that was what was happening. She was so busy studying them through the bond that she let out a little yelp when Gwarnon swung her up into his massive arms. Tingles raced over her skin as he brushed his lips over her forehead.
“What are you doing?” She relaxed in his hold, knowing that carrying her weight for a Kadothian Warrior was the equivalent of a human carrying a small house cat or a pillow.
His voice rumbled through his chest and into her body as Gwarnon said, “We are taking you back to your quarters so we can properly pleasure you.”
Her nipples tightened at the anticipation, demanding and primal, that teased down their bond. “Oh…”
It felt like they flew down the deserted hallway leading to her—well, now their—quarters.
The door slid silently shut behind them, and the men carried her straight to the large bedroom, past the small sitting and dining area. The massive circular bed, covered in soft cream sheets and pillows, took up most of the space, large enough to fit all of them comfortably. After all, Kadothian families were polyamorous. Earlier, Roxy had quickly filled her in on the nature of Kadothian men and what it meant to be a blood brother. Sure, the concept had seemed weird and a little abnormal at first, but she’d watched how both Gwarnon and Chel, and Cormac and Nosa were around each other and understood their relationships better now.
As Gwarnon gently sat her on the edge of the bed, one of them must have sent a mental command to the ships computer, because the lights dimmed and the far wall turned into the scene of a lovely city in what looked like a forested mountainous region. Except the forest was filled with trees with white trunks and shades of blue and green foliage. Something large flew over the city, a creature that resembled a stingray with skin the color of clouds. With graceful undulations, the creature swam in the air over the mountains, dipping and spinning in unseen air currents.
“Lacey,” Gwarnon said in a loud, bemused voice. “We are over here, my bride.”
She didn’t even realize she’d stood up and wandered over to the wall, trying to get a better look at everything.
“Where is this?” She pointed to where the stingray like creature continued to dance. “And what is that?”
The scene on the screen changed, the entrancing city view gone, replaced by a smooth, pale gray wall.
“Hey!” She turned around, and the words died in her throat at the sight of two very, very naked Kadothian Warriors watching her with lust almost glowing in their eyes.
They prowled toward her, Chel’s long dark hair falling over one shoulder, trailing down almost to his six-pack. No— eight pack. And his large, mushroom headed, purple erection. That sight made her do a double blink, and she glanced over at Gwarnon, his shaft a similar purple, but darker because of his tan skin. She knew they bled purple, both men had sustained minor injuries while training her, but had never considered how it would look rushing to fill a substantial cock.
A cock that now jerked beneath her regard. Both men had a light smattering of hair leading from below their belly buttons down to their pubic area, but none on their testicles which were tight to their bodies. Her pussy throbbed as she unashamedly stared at them, dimly aware that they were both closing down the bond between them slightly, but too horny to care about anything but finding relief.
“Do you like what you see, my alyah?” Chel reached down and stroked himself, a tiny bit of lilac purple pre-cum wetting the tip. “Lord of Life, I need to close down my side of the bond before you make me spray in the air like an untried Warrior.”
That moisture glimmered and she reached out, Chel’s groan of pure pleasure making her bold as she wiped off the head of his cock, collecting the pearl of precum there. Lifting her thumb to her mouth, she sucked the taste off. Her eyelids fluttered as his essence burst on her tongue, the taste of him sweet and oddly floral but good.
Her hormones surged, all thoughts disappearing before the rising tide of her desires. The pale green dress felt heavy on her body, scratching against her skin like cheap fabric instead of the space age silky marvel that it was. Both men watched her as she lazily sucked the remainder of the taste from her thumb, each trembling with need. Their muscles flexed and jumped beneath their skin, each male in his prime and brimming with the need to mount her. There was a visceral, animalistic quality to them that all the training in the world could not get rid of. An untouched spirit both savage and protective.
Hints of their emotions came through their partially closed spiritual connection, flashes of burning lust and a driving need that had her lifting the dress over her head. She’d barely gotten the hem past her ears when two sets of eager hands joined hers, ridding her of the garment in an instant. Once the fabric was clear of her eyes, she felt a sudden flash of the walls when she was lifted between them. Facing Chel, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he easily supported her weight with one hand. After a lifetime of feeling like a giant compared to most men, she found it positively intoxicating to be able to trust that she wasn’t hurting or straining her partner with her size.
Even better, with their rampant arousal pounding through their bond, she had no doubts about their desire for her. Their passion was close to overwhelming her, and she wondered how much stronger it would be once their bond was complete. Her mind was ripped back to the present as Chel captured her lips in a long, soft, wet kiss that had her rubbing her pussy against his stomach. The hard press of his washboard abs over her clit was heaven, and she gasped when a hot tongue licked along the curve of her buttocks.
Turning to look over her shoulder, she found a naked Gwarnon on his knees behind her, his glorious blue and black hair falling down his back all the way to his heels. Giving her a mischievous look, he bared his sharp teeth a second before he bit her bottom hard enough to sting.
“Hey!” she giggled as he licked her bottom. “Watch those teeth near my delicate bits, buddy.”
Gwarnon let out a throaty groan that had the hair on her arms standing up as he smiled and cupped her buttocks with both of his hands. “You have the most perfect bottom in existence. You cannot blame a man for wanting to take a bite out of such a juicy little plemas.”
“A what?” she struggled to whisper as Chel lifted her so he could suckle on her neck