Bride of the Trogarians (12 page)

When the bodies were boarded onto the Odh ship, the suits communicated with the ship’s motherboard, initiating not just a launch sequence that put them on a course for home, but a distress beacon. By chance, the Traoian ship carrying Senator Augustus Bron and several others on a diplomatic junket intercepted the beacon, boarded the ship, and accessed the information that had been downloaded to the ship’s communication system.

Sickened, distressed, and furious, Bron had set an immediate course for home. On the way, he communicated the top commanders of TraoX39’s small but elite force whom he knew to still be loyal. By the time he arrived, there had been a swift military takeover of Ingus Sprang’s home and holdings. Sprang was apprehended, along with several other senators. Several minor players were all too eager to talk, especially when they learned that full cooperation would spare them the execution that awaited the major players.

Within the span of what would have been an Earth day, Ingus Sprang was facing charges of treason, intergalactic trade violations, and war crimes. The death he’d planned for his victims would come to him instead.

Iris and Nora were taken to Augustus Bron’s personal compound, where they were fed and allowed to bathe in palatial baths and dressed in glittering gowns befitting the upper class. And while the rescue breathed life back into Nora, who was smiling again after what Iris knew must have been a very long time, Iris longed for the one thing now missing amid all the comfort: her mates.

As they waited in a small anteroom, a woman walked in. She was human, and one of the most gorgeous people Iris had ever seen, even though she was no longer young. She was small of frame, but shapely, and carried herself with a quiet serenity that comes with both wisdom and dignity. When she saw Iris and Nora sitting there, she smiled.

“Welcome,” she said. “My name is Phaedra.”

“Phaedra?” Nora looked at the woman, glanced at Iris, and then looked at the woman again. “I have heard of you. You came here, like us. But as a slave.”

“Oh, yes,” Phaedra said. “That was when the full moons hung in the sky. It seems like a long time ago, but life seems to flash in the blink of an eye when it is a charmed one.” She smiled, and continued. “I was a slave. But my love sought to liberate me and other humans from forces that see us as inferior, or unworthy of rights. In a perfect world, the correction of these misconceptions would lead to permanent change. But ours is an ongoing struggle against cruel and bigoted forces that never seem to be fully defeated.” She paused. “My husband and I are sorry for what has happened to you. It seems women are still being misused and brought here under false circumstances and duress. Know that this is being corrected. Also know that you will both be allowed to stay here, on TraoX39. You will be given your own apartments in the elite section of the domes as compensation for both your being sent from outside our protection, and for the indignities you have faced.”

Iris was suddenly on her feet. “No!”

The elegant woman furrowed her brow. “No?”

Iris rose and walked over, taking Phaedra’s hands. “Please don’t misunderstand,” she said. “I didn’t mean to offend, or to appear unappreciative. But my mates were arrested—the Trogarian chieftains Zios and Utak.”

“The brothers?” The woman looked at her, surprised. “The ones who took you against your will?”

“It was against my will at first,” she said. “But I learned more about being treated like royalty with them than I ever learned here, or ever could.”

“Go on,” Phaedra urged.

“I resisted them at first,” Iris said. “And they were harsh with me. I was punished. But I learned that this was their way, and that correction was part of the process of becoming theirs, and by becoming theirs, by submitting, I became stronger than I ever could have realized…” Her words died away. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know it’s hard to understand.”

But the woman took Iris’ face between her slim hands and smiled. “Oh, no, my dear. I understand you perfectly.” She hugged her gently. “Let me take you to your men.”

* * *

A shuttle ride later, Iris found herself shedding tears of happiness as she was passed from Zios to Utak and back again, her arms hugging one and then both as they ran their hands over her and spoke words of reassurance and love.

She’d never been happier in her life, and could not stop thanking Augustus Bron and his beautiful human wife, Phaedra, for reuniting them.

Nora, not wanting to be left alone, had accompanied Iris to the suites where the brothers were being housed. Now she stood shyly by watching the reunion, and Iris only remembered her presence when she saw her standing in the corner. Breaking away from the men, she walked over and took the blonde by the hand.

“This is my friend, Nora,” she said. “We were on Earth together, brought here, and then separated after I rejected Ingus Sprang and was sent to the outpost.”

“And now,” said Phaedra, “she will also live a life of comfort and protection on our planet.”

“Or…” Iris turned to Nora. “You could come with me…” She looked over her shoulder, casting hopeful glances at her mates before turning back to her friend. “If there were mates for you, ones like mine, would you?”

Nora nodded, offering a hopeful smile.

Iris looked back at her mates again. “Is it possible?”

“It is,” Zios said. “We have several young men coming of age, strong men, future leaders. There is a shortage of females on our planet. You will be trained, disciplined…”

“Iris has told me,” Nora said, and blushed, biting her lip. “I would… I would happily submit to it.”

“Can we?” asked Iris with the tone of a child asking for a kitten.

“I don’t see how you can say no, friend,” Augustus Bron stepped forward to clap the brothers on the back. “I was never able to refuse my human when she begged so sweetly.”

“Yes,” Utak and Zios said together. “If you want her to come, she is welcome.”

Iris turned to Nora, hugging her friend and feeling like the happiest woman in the galaxy.

Chapter Twelve

The Trogarians would be leaving TraoX39. Augustus Bron told the freed council that it would be his planet’s loss to lose the physical presence of a protective ally and force, but realistically, both sides knew that the unintentional slaughter of the Odh would have to be fully investigated by intergalactic authorities before the Trogarian peacekeepers could resume operations there or on any planet.

For Iris, this meant traveling to a second unknown planet. But when she’d dreamt of her son, her visions were never of the sands of TraoX39, but a lush and rocky place she knew was her true home as a Trogarian mate.

Their Traoian hosts had treated them well. The quarters they were housed in after their release were luxurious, the food and drink sumptuous. Augustus Bron was determined to right the wrong done in his absence, and that started with lavishing his falsely imprisoned guests with the best of everything in the days before they departed to break down the encampment at the foot of the Blood Mountains and head for home in the large ship camouflaged beyond the ravine.

But Iris could tell that the comforts she allowed herself to enjoy were lost on Zios and Utak.

“Grubs are better,” Utak said, squishing a small, ornately decorated cake between his thick fingers before depositing it back on the plate. He looked around. “Perfumed baths, cushioned beds so thick it’s hard to crawl out of them, robes as soft as down…What need does a warrior have of these things? All we need is a tent, some meat, and a mate to fuck.”

Zios, who was sitting nearby polishing a knife from boredom, glanced up. “We have no tent, and no meat.” He looked right at Iris. “But we do have a mate, and she has been neglected.”

Iris glanced down, blushing. She’d been longing for them since the three had been reunited. In fact, her desire had been building all day, and she’d come to realize that mating with them had changed her biology in some way. She could not be in the company of her mates without her pussy pulsing, as if trying to remind her that it was ready to be filled. The insistent throb only increased now as Zios smiled teasingly and slid his huge knife slowly and deliberately back into its sheath, a teasing look in his eye.

“True,” Utak said, walking over to join the brother who’d already reached their mate. “What cakes could taste as lush as our Iris’ flesh? What wine could be as sweet as her arousal?”

The words had Iris feeling weak in the knees. When Utak swept her up and carried her to the bed, she raised her arms when he set her down so Zios could skim off the gown she wore.

Her mates were instantly on her, one latched onto each sensitive breast, nursing her nipples insistently as she wound her fingers into their hair. As they suckled, each put a hand between her legs, and she felt her slick thighs fall apart, welcoming fingers that stroked and probed and fucked her.

But it wasn’t enough. She was writhing with need, her body covered now with a fine sheen of sweat. Her hair loose, it billowed like a cloud around her. Iris’ breath was coming in rapid pants as she began to beg them to fuck her.

In her mind, she realized she sounded like the whore Ingus Sprang had wanted to make her, but she felt no shame in playing the wanton to her strong Trogarian chieftains. She reveled in being open, in being used by them, by being the plaything of their desire. She found victory in each moan they breathed onto her skin, knowing that in her surrender lay a unique power. They not only wanted her as she wanted them, they needed her.

They’d rolled her over, pushing her hair aside to lick and nibble her neck. Teeth and tongues gently scored then laved their way down her back, nipping at the dimples above her buttocks, then nipping at the buttocks themselves in that way that made her toes curl, and continuing down to place soft gentle bites on the backs of her thighs before tickling the backs of her knees with their tongues until she giggled and squirmed.

One brother stopped those wiggles by driving a finger into her pussy, holding it there, while the other—she’d lost track of who was doing what by this time—finished his oral examination by sucking on each one of her toes.

Now they were lifting her languid body to all fours, spreading her legs wide. Fingers already lubricated by her arousal were pressing into her bottom hole, probing and stretching. She remembered the night she’d been punished with the wooden plug Zios had shoved into her bottom. The memory combined now with the feeling of one finger from each man inserted, thrusting, stretching her bottom ratcheted up her excitement level to new heights.

What was happening to her? Her pussy was clenching at the thought of being filled there, too, of submitting to their fingers, of submitting to
more.

A cock shoved into her pussy. She sighed. It was Zios’. She could tell the difference now in size and girth and movement. Utak was longer and thinner, but moved with slower, easier strokes. Zios’ cock was shorter but thicker, and he always took her with the kind of slamming force that left her feeling exhausted and deliciously sore.

Utak’s cock replaced his brother’s. They worked her in tandem, and then Zios was straddling her, facing his brother and holding her by the hips, his large hands grasping and pulling apart her bottom cheeks to completely expose and widen her back passage. She felt stretched, lewdly exposed, and loved it. She looked back; Utak’s cock was dripping with pre-cum and her arousal; he rubbed both along the length of his shaft and then nudged her bottom hole. The head entered just barely, and already she could feel the stretch, the sting, and the reflexive attempt of her sphincter to contract against the fleshy invasion.

But Utak was persistent, pressing and pressing as Zios coaxed her to push out against the pressure, promising Iris that it would open her up and allow Utak inside. She did, not believing, but finding it was true. It was a seemingly impossible fit, but he slid in as her body seemed to gain what she could only describe as a supernatural ability to fit him.

The thrusts were slow and deep. Zios, still straddling her, reached under Iris to pinch and stroke her clit as his brother slid in and out, in and out. Iris felt herself awash in the sensations. She was slowly moving with Utak, following the motion of his thrusts, the motion of his brother’s hand. His cock was soon pulsing; he was preparing to come, and each pulse pushed outward against the walls of her back passage, the pain and pleasure so exquisite now. Utak’s cry sounded like victory as he came; she felt the flood of his seed deep inside this place that had never taken a man’s cock, and it thrilled her that she’d just lost her second virginity on this special night.

But they were far from done. Utak removed his spent cock from her bottom as Zios moved from his position, ready to crown her pussy with his seed.

Iris was ready, ramming the denied passage onto the huge, thick cock. She could still feel the heaviness of Utak’s seed inside her as Zios began to ready his to spill. She was a receptacle, a holy vessel for her men. Hands moved reverently over her body as Zios pumped into her, hard, long strokes that drove her face-first into the soft cushion.

“You are ours,” Zios said, slapping her ass with his hand. She moaned, welcoming this pain as well.

“Teach me,” she moaned, and the slaps rained down now, punishing slaps that stung her. But she could feel the possessiveness in them, the control she was craving, the dominance that only added to the spiraling excitement that grew and grew and grew until the wave of pleasure crested and broke and rolled over her, buffeting her even as Zios streamed himself into her in hot gushes of his cum.

The three sank down to the cushion, sated and spent.

“When we next take you, it will be under the stars on Trogar, in a stone house on the fertile hillsides where our son will be born and learn to walk, where he will be lifted in the air and presented to the All that Is, where he will tame and ride his first gyrand.”

Iris smiled. In her mind’s eye, she could see it all, and knew that the three of them were sharing a collective vision, and that when she laid her eyes on Trogar for the first time, it would look familiar because she had seen it before.