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Authors: Ria Candro

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Inara held her breath as Reyu approached, his cheeks flushed and his face locked on her soaked pussy. He stood right before her, lifting up his loincloth, and she caught a glimpse at his impressive erection. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips to hers, letting her taste the intoxicating flavor of her arousal on his tongue while his hard cock slowly speared her. She cried out into his mouth, and when her legs would have automatically tightened around him, he moved to hold them open. In this vulnerable position, with Neichon’s hands on her shoulders and Reyu’s holding her legs, she could do nothing but wait while Reyu penetrated her, far more slowly than she would have liked.

Finally she broke from Reyu’s kiss. “Please…fuck me!”

Letting out a groaning laugh, he slid in all the way. So deep that it took her breath away. Her body was so soaked from their attentions that it eagerly accepted him. With a soft gasp, he pulled out, then thrust back in. Then again, and again, quickly building a furious rhythm that sucked all the breath from her body.

“Yes…yes!”

She swiveled her hips, moving as much as she was able, boldly taking every inch of his long, hard length inside her. Gods, it felt beyond amazing.

The groans and harsh sounds coming from the other men made her realize they were enjoying this every bit as much as Reyu was. Due to their bond they could feel what Reyu felt as he fucked her. The thought spurred her into bucking her hips even harder, pushing up against the massive tool buried deep in her cunt.

“Oh…
yes
!” She came apart with a harsh, keening cry, the world splintering around her as her climax struck her with brutal force.

Reyu groaned and froze, his breath coming out in harsh gasps. “Can’t. Come. Yet.”

Neichon made a harsh sound deep in his throat. “Let Petros have his turn.”

Grunting, Reyu slid out. Her body made a soft, sucking sound, as if trying to drag him back in, and she murmured a protest. But she didn’t have long to wait before Petros approached, shoving his loincloth over his large erection and grasping the base as he lowered himself to her. He thrust into her, plunging his cock all the way in without preamble.

She screamed, legs quivering, and barely had a moment to suck in a breath before he started slamming down into her, just as rough as she needed it.

“Oh fuck…yes!” She breathed in hard, forcing her thighs to open farther, to accept more of him inside her. With a grunt of appreciation, he fucked her harder, his body slapping roughly against hers, until she once more shattered into a million little pieces.

“Too rough?” she heard Neichon mutter. He had to ask it again before she could summon the words to respond.

“No!”

Chuckling in approval, he said, “Let Valeron have a turn.”

Petros made a sound of protest, but after three more rough thrusts, he withdrew his slickened tool from her body.

The blur of movement let her know that Valeron had taken Petros’ place. A second later, his massive erection plunged deep into her. She shrieked and arched her back, her clit pulsing with sensation. Valeron pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into her again, then again, angling his body so he rubbed against her hypersensitive clit. It only took a few more pumps for her body to contract once again, sending her spiraling into yet another climax.

Almost insensible, she heard Neichon mutter. “My turn.”

Her vision blurred as Valeron moved away and Neichon took his place. The world spun on its axis when Neichon reached down and lifted her off the chair. One hand around her waist, he angled the other arm under her thigh, spreading her open as he lifted her onto him. She groaned, her sweaty forehead falling onto his chest, as his entire length worked inside her.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he whispered.

When she finally coaxed her weak limbs into obeying, he moved his other arm under her thigh, holding her legs out to the sides as he reamed her hard and fast. His heavy testicles slapped against her perineum with each punishing thrust. Giving herself over to it, she arched her back and let another spasm overtake her. Her world went dark and she must have lost consciousness for a moment, because when she regained her senses, Neichon was still pumping into her, though slower and softer.

“Neichon,” she heard Petros mutter, his voice rough. “We need more.”

Neichon brushed her hair back from her forehead. “Are you okay, love?”

“Yes,” she murmured. She was worn out, but no way did she want to stop. Ever.

Neichon grunted and started to pull out. Her achy muscles clenched against him, making him hiss. Once he was all the way out, he set her to her feet and turned her, propelling her down to the ground where Petros sat with his jutting cock eagerly awaiting her attention.

Taking the hint, she straddled Petros and lowered onto him. Her sore, well-used cunt easily accepted him, and he let out a moan, pressing his lips to hers as his hands closed over her waist and propelled her into a fast, deep rhythm. When he leaned back so that his head hit the floor, she followed him. A moment later it became apparent why he’d done that, when a second pair of hands grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks wide. A quick glance behind her showed Reyu, his stiff cock at the ready. He lifted a brow in question, and she nodded.

Yes.

She returned her lips to Petros’ mouth, forcing her body to relax as Reyu spread the rim of her anus with moisture, then slowly began to push his large cock inside. She would have said it impossible, but Valeron had already proven her wrong back at the cave. And she’d loved it.

The initial burst of pain gave way to pleasure as Reyu pushed partially inside, then withdrew, only to plunge in deeper. He repeated his actions, over and over, until he was most of the way inside her ass. The feeling of being stuffed to the brim with cock, in both her pussy and her ass, was almost overwhelming. Biting her lip, she began to move her hips, increasing the sensation.

Her body slowly adjusted, and the men began to ride her harder, their bodies slamming against her as they thrust more and more forcefully, alternating their strokes to maximize her pleasure. Gods, she couldn’t believe it was even possible to make love like this, to enjoy it so much.

When Petros broke from her kiss and she felt someone moving her head, she blindly obeyed, closing her lips over the cock that was offered to her. Neichon’s.

He thrust deeply, betraying the extent of his excitement, and she opened her throat to take as much of him as she could.

“Here,” Neichon muttered. He withdrew his rod from her mouth and moved her head to the opposite side, where Valeron’s tool awaited her.

“Mmm.” She greedily accepted his rod, stuffing it deep down her throat. Just knowing that she had so much cock inside her body, in one orifice or the other, was enough to spark another tidal wave of sensation through her body. Oh yes, there was no doubt now. She was meant for them. No way would it have been so enjoyable, if she weren’t meant to be mated to a pod of Spygians.

Dislodging Valeron’s cock from her mouth, she let out a greedy, “
Yes
,” before moving back to Neichon’s tool, stuffing him down her throat. Back and forth she alternated, moving her hands to grasp each of their cocks. All the while Petros and Reyu pistoned into her, buffeting her body with mind-blowing sensation. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Petros stiffened beneath her, arching his back. He made a harsh sound between gritted teeth, and she felt his come shoot deep inside her. The erotic, slippery sensation prompted her into yet another climax, this one stealing every bit of her breath. Reyu’s hips jerked behind her and he stiffened, his come spurting inside her ass.

“Oh yes,” she cried out, thrashing from the unbelievable sensation of having two men deep inside her.

Neichon moved her head, shoving his slick rod between her lips, and he shot his load into her mouth. Rich and creamy, it coursed down her throat like the most tempting of desserts. Only when he’d pulled out did she eagerly turn her head toward where Valeron waited with clenched fists. All it took for him to come was her lips closing around him. He shot into her mouth like a geyser, and she swallowed every last drop down.

Exhaustion claimed her at last when Reyu pulled out of her. Inara moved off Petros and collapsed onto her side. He rolled to face her, wrapping an arm around her. When her heavy eyelids refused to stay open, she surrendered to them, surrendered to the darkness claiming her. The last thing she noticed before she fell into a deep slumber was someone snuggling behind her, pulling her close.

Chapter Ten

 

A soft sound pulled Inara out of her restful slumber. She rolled to her back and stretched, opening her eyes. Rough carpeting scratched her bare skin.

Wait…where was she?

Blinking several times until the room came into focus, she looked around.

Oh
. How could she have forgotten, even for a second?

The four men surrounded her, still gloriously nude, and all of them in as deep a sleep as she’d been but a moment ago. Neichon lay at her right side. When his lips parted on a snore, she placed it as the noise that had awoken her. Her heart twisted as she took in the exhausted look on his face. Poor man, he’d had a very trying few days. No doubt he could sleep for a week before fully recovering.

She rose onto her elbow and looked beyond him to where Reyu lay on the carpeted floor. He slumbered on his side, and a long lock of hair tumbled over his shoulder, trailing down to his heavy pectorals.

Beautiful.

They all were. And in some other lifetime, they might have been hers.

Heart heavy, she slipped to her feet. Her well-used muscles let out a twinge, and residual fluid coated her inner thighs. Wincing, she searched out her clothes. Her right boot lay partially under Petros. She held her breath as she bent and ever so gently pried it loose. He stirred and she froze, but to her relief, he settled again without waking.

The door to the ritual room slid open without a sound when she crept to it. Clothes clutched tightly to her body, she tiptoed through the control room and out into the hallway. Only then did she scramble into her clothes, bending to pull one, then the other, boot on.

The heavy weight of tears pressed against her eyelids as she started toward the boarding deck. She never cried, not anymore, but this time she couldn’t stop a few drops from trailing down her cheeks. It seemed fitting. This was the first place she’d been since she’d fled Chivea where she thought she might actually feel at home.

Though if she had to be truthful, it wasn’t so much the ship that made her feel that way, but the men who occupied it. They were kind and warm and everything she could have ever hoped for. Oh, how she wished she could stay. But she wouldn’t put their lives in any further danger. The Malucons would never stop hunting her or Cindra. The rest of her life, however long that was, would be lived on the run.

She stepped onto the boarding deck, surveying the crafts docked there. Her patched spacejet, along with the two jets Neichon had told her about. They were small, though not as small as her jet, and certainly in much better condition. Each held just two people, but they had all the necessities—a materializer to compile meals, and a tiny chamber that served as a bathroom.

For a moment Inara debated taking her spacejet. It had gone through so much with her. But it was still damaged. Who knew how long it would be before the thing broke down once again?

No, best to take one of the smaller spacejets. They were easier to maneuver and with luck could be used to make a quick getaway if necessary.

When she realized she was just standing there staring at her jet, she propelled herself into action.

No more stalling, Inara. Time to go.

No matter how much she wanted to stay.

She forced her gaze from her old jet and looked back toward the main part of the ship, her heart so heavy it hurt to breathe.

“Goodbye, my Spygian loves. May the gods ever shine upon you.”

Her vision blurred, she strode to the control for the landing door. Generally the opening and closing of the door was handled in the control room, but there was an emergency override down here. One touch of the button would propel the jet toward the landing door. It would open to allow her jet exit and then slide shut immediately afterward.

Only problem was that as soon as she pressed the button, it would sound a warning in the control room, most likely awakening her Spygians.

Never mind. By the time they made it down here, she would be gone.

Swallowing hard, she hit the override button. It made a loud beep and the ship’s monotone, computerized voice sounded out. “Attention crew, emergency override for the landing door has been activated. Attention crew, emergency override for the landing door has been activated…”

That was her cue.

She headed for the closest Spygian jet and slid the door panel open, hopping inside. One flip of a switch and the safety belt locked her into place, preparing for a potentially bumpy take-off.

Oh gods, this was so hard. So freaking hard.

Trying to ignore the heavy lump in her throat, she pressed the button to nudge the jet into action. It swiveled out of its dock, sliding toward the landing door ten meters away. She gripped the wheel, pressing her lips tight to swallow the foolish sob that longed to escape.

Eight meters…seven…six.

Goodbye, my loves.

Five meters from the landing door, she caught the blur of motion beside the jet. A second later, Neichon jumped onto the platform. Her jaw dropping, she stared in shock for a moment. Almost too late, she slammed the brake button, and the jet came to a shrieking stop inches from his body.

“What are you doing?” she screamed. “Are you crazy?”

She’d almost killed him. If she hadn’t stopped, she would have run him over. Or the door would have opened, sending him spiraling out into space.

He turned to face the door of the jet, his burnished gold eyes flaming like a pool of molten metal. Though the look in his eyes was totally frightening, she couldn’t get past the fact that he’d made it down here before she’d left. In fact, he’d even had time to put his loincloth back on.

How?

He gave her a hard glare through the shield before pressing the door panel button. The door slid open.

“Get out,” he said, his voice tight.

“How did you—”


Out
.”

Oh gods, was he ever pissed. And could she blame him?

Inara flipped the switch off and the safety belt released. Heart thumping against her ribs, she slid out of the jet. She forced herself to stand tall in front of Neichon, when his obvious anger made her want to cower before him.

“Why, Inara? Why?”

She winced at the stark pain in his tone. It struck her like a fist to the gut. She’d never wanted to cause him, or any of them, pain. The tears came back with a vengeance, and she cursed herself for it. “You don’t understand.”

“Then tell us,” said a second voice.

Inara turned toward the doors leading to the main part of the ship. Valeron, Reyu and Petros stood there, their bodies stiff and their expressions agonized.

“Why do you wish to leave us so badly?” Valeron continued. “Do we not please you?”

“No,” she cried out in denial. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she forced herself to calm. “No, it isn’t that at all. You please me. You all please me very much.”

“Then what?” Reyu asked, stepping forward with his hands raised in supplication. “What’s so important that you would attempt to sneak out while we were insensible after the most incredible, fulfilling experience of our lives?”

Her heart clenched. “I…”

“If Reyu hadn’t awoken, hadn’t noticed you missing, you’d be gone by now,” Petros growled.

The emptiness, the anger, in Petros’ tone was her undoing.

“It’s my cousin,” she cried out, unable to hold the truth back any longer. Her gaze met Neichon’s and his brows furrowed.

“What of her?”

“You don’t understand.” She hugged herself tighter, trying to dispel the cold that had sneaked into her chest. “My uncle made me promise to watch after her. I can’t rest until I find her.”

Valeron made a pained sound and strode toward her and Neichon. “Mate, we will gladly help you find her. All you had to do was ask.”

“No, it’s not just that.” When the men looked at her blankly, she lowered her head and confessed.

“Cindra wasn’t just another Chivean. She was the daughter of King Joffer.”

Stunned silence permeated the room. At last Neichon spoke. “Your cousin was the princess of Chivea? You are…royalty?”

She nodded, gaze locked on her boots. “I promised my uncle I would never tell anyone. He wanted to keep us safe.”

“Ah,” Neichon breathed. “That explains so much. Why the Malucons sent an entire ship of men after you.”

“Yes,” she said brokenly. “You know how the Malucons operate. Their pride will make them stop at nothing to ensure that we’re wiped out, me and Cindra. Not only are we the only ones remaining of our kind, but we’re royalty to boot.”

“Oh, my love.” Neichon pulled her into his embrace. She didn’t fight him, but didn’t respond either. Couldn’t. If she touched him again, she would never summon the strength to leave.

“Now you know why I can’t stay,” she mumbled into his chest. “As long as I’m with you, you’ll never be safe.”

And I could never bear it if you lost your lives because of me.

Neichon’s hands closed over her shoulders, and he pulled her back to look her in the eye. “Inara, love, that is ridiculous.”

She stared at him, confused. “What do you mean it’s ridiculous?”

“Neichon’s right.” Valeron reached for her, his fingers caressing the side of her face and moving her head so she looked at him. “
Our
safety is the last thing you should be worried about.”

“But…the Malucons are strong. Powerful.”

“And yet we beat them in hand-to-hand combat, with three-to-one odds,” Neichon said pointedly.

Her mouth dropped open as she absorbed his words. She hadn’t thought of it like that. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Neichon shook his head. “Why do you think us so weak?”

“Neichon has a point,” Reyu said, right beside her. “The Malucons are no match for us, especially now that we’ve mated and gained the vitality that is our birthright.”

“And you’ve only met the four of us,” Petros said, stepping next to Neichon. “Once we return to Spygia, we’ll have the protection of all our people. Of our families.”

Hell, maybe they were right. She hadn’t considered the fact that her Spygians had stood up to the Malucons and gotten the upper hand. Of course, that didn’t eliminate the element of risk. But maybe, just maybe, they could handle it.

“I confess I would like to see Spygia,” she said, moving her gaze to each of the men. “But I cannot do that until I find my cousin. I made a vow to my uncle, and I intend to keep it.”

Valeron’s eyes burned with emotion and Neichon’s lips curved into a grin.

“And that is one of the things we love about you, Inara,” Neichon said. “Your bravery knows no bounds.”

“So…what are you saying?” she asked.

Reyu chuckled, and Neichon clarified.

“I’m saying you are not alone, love. We
will
find your cousin. Together.”

A little ribbon of hope fluttered in her chest. “Together?”

“Together,” the four men repeated in unison.

Well, when they put it that way…five heads certainly seemed better than one. Neichon was right, they
were
strong. Strong enough to defeat a group of Malucons. And truth be told, she could use all the help she could get. The universe was a rather large place to search.

“So what do you say?” Valeron asked, cocking his head toward her. “Do you agree that we’ll work as one to find your cousin?”

“Do you accept us as your mates, and this as your home?” Neichon added.

Home.
How many times over the past year and a half had she wished she’d still had one of those? Now, these glorious men were offering her one. Right here.

With them.

Her heart filled with excitement, so much so that she couldn’t hold back the happy grin from her face. When Neichon reached a hand to her, she took it, knowing he would always be there for her, whenever she needed it.

“Yes, my loves…this is home.”

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