Futuristic

She blinked. He was right--she was their wife now. How peculiar.

"You forgot?" He was looking at her with more amusement dancing in his eyes. "Marn, Tamer, she forgot we were wed."

Blushing was a lost cause, but she did it anyway.

The other two turned and grinned from their places at the front of the shuttle.

"I don't know whether to be amused or offended." Marn snickered. Apparently, he was choosing amused.

Tamer took the other option. "I am offended. We haven't even had a chance to prove ourselves in private and already she has forgotten all about us."

The thought of facing them all in the bedroom at the same time was daunting, but she wasn't even sure that that was how it was going to work. Sure, her fantasies revolved around all of their hands on her with two of them inside her at the same time, but asking for that image to be fulfilled was beyond her. Well, it was beyond her now. Who knew what a few weeks with them would bring?

"I haven't forgotten about you, I just don't know what to think. How does this work?" Her phrase brought heated looks from all three. "I mean…I know how sex works, but is there a plan for this?"

It wasn't the proper subject for travelling a few thousand feet in the air, but the questions had been bubbling in her since she first met them.

"There is indeed an order to this. Marn is first, I am second and Zel is third." Tamer nodded to each in turn.

"Does that ever change?"

Zel laughed. "Only if Marn or Tamer die. If I may explain?" He was asking his comrades and they nodded.

"Marn is first, he will trigger ovulation. Tamer is second, he has insemination capabilities. I am third. I am the spare in case one of the others becomes incapacitated. It was a built-in backup in case of wounding or death."

She could feel how wide her eyes were. "So, to get pregnant…"

"You would have to take Marn and Tamer to your bed within hours."

"Oh." She thought about it, "But you and I could…"

"Anytime, anywhere, Pelly." His smouldering gaze caught and held hers as he came in close and licked her lips slowly. The kiss that came after was a continuation of the tasting and Pelly raised her hands to hold his head.

She wanted him against her, pressing into her and she whimpered as she fought the restraint of the seat belt.

"Zel. Zel!" Tamer's muttered curse registered with Pelly a moment before the delicious bundle of muscles and male that was Zel was ripped from her.

"Hey!" She was suddenly cold and horribly alone.

"Sh. Calm, Pelly. We don't want you transporting while we are in the air and it seems that Zel was overwhelmed by your charms. Laws of motion indicate that if you are moving when you travel, you will be moving when you land. We are at far too high a speed for that." Tamer was stroking her hair back from her face, soothing her.

She had been close to her transport level. If she hadn't been tied to the seat, she would have straddled Zel's thigh and rocked her way to orgasm. It wouldn't have taken long.

Tears pricked her eyes as she looked into Tamer's sympathetic gaze. "I am sorry. I didn't realize."

His fingers traced her cheek and neck. "It is fine. We should be in Morvin in an hour and home fifteen minutes after that. I hereby give you full leave to jump me and strip me at your discretion."

She chuckled weakly.

"Why don't you sit next to Marn for the rest of the flight? He is a little more stable than we are and I think you will be safest with him." Tamer unclipped her harness and helped her forward to the co-pilot's seat.

She tried to ignore the feeling of his hands grazing her breasts as he buckled her in but failed miserably.

Marn tried to comfort her. "It is only for an hour, Pellisa. If you wish, you can think of your response to us as confirmation that we are truly designed for each other. I won't say we are not eager to have you under us, but if you tell us to stop, we will. That is the bonus of us outnumbering you."

She hadn't thought of it like that. A woman always experienced a certain vulnerability during sex, but with two men nearby, one could not get out of control.

"That sounds better and worse at the same time."

She looked out the windows and gasped. Below her were tiny squares that had to be farms. Large spiders that were towns and cities and an expanse of blue sky that went on forever.

"Does it always look like this?" She strained at her harness, wanting to look around the instrument panel.

"No. We have seen idyllic countryside torn by war, ravaged by fire, damaged by violence of nature and man. This is simply beautiful."

She nodded in agreement and fell into a stupor of vistas and imagining the people beneath them. She didn't need to imagine their lives. She lived their lives.

Pelly smiled and looked around the cabin of the shuttle. She would bet her last coin that the women below had never imagined the life she was about to start living.

"Where do you live?" She was watching them haul all of her possessions and a haunch of meat that her mother insisted she take.

"We rent a house on the outskirts of town. It isn't too far." Tamer grunted as he swung her clothing chest into the back of the hired carriage. The driver was bemused at all three men lifting and hauling, but he didn't have the nerve to ask which one of them she was wedded to.

That caused a trickle of fear to run down her spine. How would the good folk of Morvin react when they learned that she was wife to all three?

She didn't have time to dwell on it as she was boosted into the carriage and they were on their way.

The open carriage got a bit of attention, especially from the women who were hanging out windows and flashing their cleavage to the Lawmen.

She gave a rueful glance at one lady calling Zel by name, "I am guessing you were not pining for me."

Zel and Tamer blushed. Marn just laughed. "We did not know you were on Gallo, let alone on the same continent. We had to keep busy."

She laughed. After all, she had been doing the exact same thing. "Do you think they knew what they were doing when they built high sex drives into us?"

Marn lifted her hand to his lips. "They had no idea."

Their conveyance pulled up at a tidy house in a quiet neighbourhood. Marn paid the driver while the other two started to unload her copious baggage.

She was getting excited. Each box inside the house made it one step closer to her falling into bed with them.

"The tradition is to carry you over the threshold, but that may be awkward if only one of us does it. Hold still." Marn took her shoulders, Tamer, her waist and Zel her knees. They marched her into the house like a battering ram. Her laughter rang through the house as they marched her through the whitewashed halls and into a large bedroom.

As they put her down and started to undress her, things ceased to be funny.

She reached over to Edan and lifted his shirt off over his head. Jordan and Abby both stared for a moment at the chiseled body before them, then Jordan let out a low whistle. “Only you two could look even better without clothes. I am almost embarrassed to be so lucky right now.”

Abby ran her hands over Edan’s bare chest, then stood him up to remove his jeans. His cock stood out from his body, and Abby pulled him into her arms to feel it up against her body. He responded by gently thrusting his hips, placing his hands at her waist. She kissed him again, this time he allowed her to penetrate him with her tongue, and they played for a few moments. She felt Jordan step behind her and shifted her weight back to let him know she wanted him close as well. He pulled her top off, then her pants but left on the black bra and thong she was wearing. She was warm, surrounded by men. Abby turned to face Jordan and Edan pulled her rear into him, cock resting neatly between her cheeks. He groaned, and spoke in her ear, “Abby, I had no idea how beautiful you were under all those clothes. You look gorgeous and you feel so good against me. Is Jordan as handsome as you are beautiful?”

“Oh yes, but you don’t have to take my word for it.” She undressed Jordan quickly. What a sight they must have been, she thought, standing in the living room surrounded by pillows and blankets, naked, save for her undergarments. She looked from one to the other of her men, then they sank into a three way embrace, her in the middle. She rested her head on Jordan’s chest and felt Edan’s hands encircling her waist. Jordan’s hands reached around both of them to cup Edan’s firm ass and pull him closer to them.

Abby felt Edan’s cock push into her backside and moaned softly. She laid back and he began tracing his fingers over her body. He ran his hands lightly over every part of her, then reached around and freed her breasts, tossing her bra across the room. Jordan nodded his assent, smiling his sunny smile. Both men kissed her breasts then, and she felt a hand, Jordan’s she thought, moving up her inner thigh.

The boys rose from her and started kissing each other. Jordan’s wandering hand made it to her pussy and dove in, found her clit and began stroking her in the rhythm he knew she loved. She kept her eyes wide, enjoying the hand on her but also enjoying the show. Edan sat up slightly and began running his hands down Jordan’s back. He moved back and Jordan licked his way down Abby’s thighs to bury his face between her legs. He began licking her clit in his legendary way, sucking her in until she was bucking beneath him. Beyond him she could see Edan caressing Jordan’s legs and ass, occasionally dipping in to finger his asshole. Jordan moaned into her pussy; vibrations coursed through her and she came to shuddering climax.

She opened the button of his jeans and slowly undid the zipper, making it a prelude to seduction. The change of intentions came so abruptly Julian gasped, and his eyes were wide open. Kyra kept her gaze on his surprised expression when she leisurely pulled down the pants and discarded them. The socks were next and his breathing became ragged when she took his big toe in her mouth. Thoughts were blown like mist from his mind and anger? What was anger when lust ruled? Kyra felt a twisted kind of pride to have turned and quenched his anger so quickly. She sucked and bit until Julian squirmed on the carpet. With a devilish smile Kyra made a short excursion to the kitchen. The cardigan he wore had a zipper, but the shirt fell prey to her jackknife. Julian lifted his head, eyes wide enough to show the white. She pushed shirt and cardigan to the sides and over his shoulders to revel in the warmth of his chest.

"Free me," he begged. "Please."

"Not so fast," Kyra said, muffled, since her mouth hovered over his skin.

"But it's so tight! So tight!"

Kyra came back to her senses long enough to take off his underwear and fumble with the lock of the chastity device. Julian bowed his back, not only because his hands were trapped behind him, but also for release. She rewarded him with a sensuous ride of her tongue along his shaft, driving him to the first scream even before she had started going down on him. For a flitting moment Kyra thought that his anger had channeled quite nicely and was a much better trigger for sex than anything she could think of, but then the moment was over, and she realized that she had taken off pullover and shirt. Her bra was next, and she drove them both to a new level of sensation when her warm naked skin touched his.

"Oh, God…" Julian swallowed.

Kyra saw his big pulse at the neck beat and the sweat that covered his chest. She bit her way down to his naval, leaving small teeth marks on his tight skin. He had spread his legs wide for her to kneel between and hoped she would go down on him right here. It took him a moment in the pause of her teasing to find out that she had stood up to fetch the cane from the wall. "No… You're not going to hit me now! No, no!"

"You either turn and it will be your butt or you lie there and take it on your belly." Julian growled something unintelligible, and she raised the cane. "No argument, no anger. Remember that, Julian."

He made the effort to turn, but it cost him. To be under her heels like that was not what had been on her mind when she had undressed him. But he preferred his back hurt instead of his front. One miss and all of his lust would turn to real pain.

"Head down on the carpet!" He knelt in the most vulnerable position, head down and ass up and, by his heavy breathing, she knew he did not like it at all. So he kept the pained moaning to himself. The only sound was the swishing of the cane and the short impact. He clenched his teeth, grunted, but did neither whimper nor cry out when the last hit home right below his buttocks. It had been the shortest beating ever, no more than five strikes, and he knelt and waited, and only when he heard the cane drop did he dare to turn his head a fraction. Kyra was already behind him, both hands on his sides and then, while his mind fought to understand what was going on, she licked the spot above his cleft, showering him with lust. Overruling pain and the sense of humiliation in one lavish movement.

"Oh, my God…"

"Nothing can help you now," she whispered, satisfied to have gotten him where she wanted. He was like butter now. Melting and melting quicker from one moment to the next. Eager and ready to follow her command. She could lead him around at his nose now if she pleased and he would not dare arguing. She took a moment to shed her dress pants. Julian craned his neck to watch her, but did not change position until she ordered him to lie on the mattress in the kitchen. He sat down carefully, but the welts did not hurt as much as those by the whip. While his head was lifted from the mattress his eyes were glued to Kyra's body and the undies that followed the rest of her clothes. He was helpless, expecting, hoping and so heavily aroused he could hardly swallow let alone breathe. She crouched between his legs and ran her hands up his shins. Over his kneecaps. Over his thighs. Watching his reaction was worth every moment. He licked his lips, panting loudly. Every move, every look aroused her more. Who needed foreplay when you could watch such a hunk melt under your fingertips? Kyra granted him a smile and found it returned. He loved the game. She moved upwards with her hands, turned every touch into a small sensation. Shivers ran across his abs.

He moaned and urged her with looks to go on. To not stop at his chest, but play the game so that her body stretched along the line of his stomach. The pressing of her breasts against his chest felt like electricity. Julian's mouth opened wide, but his breathing was fast and shallow. "You know how to turn me on," he rasped, and she nodded, still that smile on her face. She lowered her head to kiss the side of his throat, right above the collar. He laid back his head, making a sound deep in his throat as if he were freed at last. Julian gave himself completely to her and it was a sensation that made her so wet she needed the contact more than him. Slowly, aware of his size and strength, she positioned to ease him inside her. At the same time she pushed herself off his chest to get a better angle.

Julian's head jerked up again. "Wow… Be careful with me," she whispered. "I mean it."

"I know." Surprise, gratefulness and arousal mixed in those two words. He put his feet on the ground and slowly, carefully he pushed upward. Kyra put her hands on his chest and he did not mind her weight. He smiled, seeing her reddened cheeks and the deep satisfaction she drew from the most intimate contact. She changed her position just the fraction of an inch, knowing what she wanted and how to get it. He found the rhythm they both needed. The smile on his face turned silly when she kissed his chest, moaning and urging him to give her more.

He gave her more.

Thomas and Cecilia were assigned to one of the largest suites in the entire kingdom, only slightly less than that reserved for the Queen herself. He carried his new bride up to the door and over the threshold into their temporary new home.

The dark stone walls were illuminated by candle torches. Bright orange, pink, violet and blue flowers sat on almost every free surface. Thick velvet tapestries covered walls, fur rugs lined the floors, and in the center of the room stood the largest bed Thomas had ever seen.

Cecilia's face erupted in a smile and she squealed with excitement. "I can't believe this is ours."

Thomas never felt happier. Here he was with the most beautiful woman in the entire land, about to start their new life together. After years of isolation in the forest, finally things were working out and nobody deserved nice things more than his Cecilia. His chest puffed out with pride. He squeezed her a little tighter and kissed her on the cheek. "A far cry from the cabin, isn't it?" "I happen to love our cabin. Once our honeymoon is over, I want to go back out there to the forest."

Thomas scowled and raised his eyebrows at her. The cabin was nothing more than a wooden shack with a couple of rooms, none of which were well insulated from the winter's cold. Thomas was thrilled to be out of there. "You do?"

"Of course, don't you?"

He scratched his head. "Well, not really."

Cecilia hit him in the arm. "Where is your sense of sentimentality?"

Thomas shrugged. "Uh…"

"That's our place out there, Thomas. I know it's simple, but I want our son to be born in the forest, where he was conceived, in the place where we first met and fell in love."

"You are a romantic," Thomas observed. He still didn't understand why their son had to endure such a mundane entrance into this world when they had more to give him, but if it made his wife happy, he would do it.

Cecilia crossed her arms like she always did when she had a point to make and didn't want to compromise. They never did figure out how their ages compared to each other, but through the years, they concluded she was a bit older than him and sometimes she used it as leverage to get her way.. "Yes, and you should take a lesson or two. Don't you think he should be born outside this musky palace?"

Thomas didn't care one way or the other, but he wouldn't mention that to his wife. "If it's what you want, that's what you shall have, my darling." Thomas laid his wife in the center of the bed and pressed himself against her. His passion rose. He felt his blood rush into his loins and harden him, heating up his entire body with desire.. "I have never seen you look more beautiful than right now."

Cecilia giggled and rested her hands on her belly. "Are you thinking what I am?"

Thomas unbuttoned his shirt, loosened the belt on his pants. "I am."

Cecilia reached for the white lacy bodice squeezing her torso and untied the silk threads.

"Stop. I want to do that. You just watch me."

Cecilia hands fell to her sides. "As you wish, husband."

Thomas removed his clothes quicker.

Cecilia reached her hands to his shirt and raised her eyebrows. "Shouldn't I help you with that?"

"Not in your delicate condition, love. You are my queen now and I will take care of you tonight and every night for the rest of our lives." He tore off his shirt, tossed it aside, kicked his pants to his knees and away from the bed before leaning over her and kissing her neck. "You taste so good."

"So do you." She kissed him and ran her hands through the hair on his chest, down his back to his ass. Thomas straddled her, reached for the silk threads to her bodice and untied them with fervor, tearing open the top of her gown. Her full breasts spilled out and he took one in his mouth, eagerly sucking her into a frenzied state of arousal.

She moaned, brought his head up and kissed him hard on the mouth.

He slipped his hands under her gown and slid the white lacy gown to her ankles, kissing every newly exposed inch of her on the way.

Cecilia arched her back in anticipation of their joining. "Oh, Thomas." She kicked off her shoes, pressed her growing belly upward toward him.

He kissed their son, flicking his tongue down to her lower regions as he parted her legs. Her scent was intoxicating. The warm feeling of her smooth skin sent shivers all over his body and stiffened his cock. "I don't want to hurt you. We haven't done this in awhile, you know."

"I love you," he said.

His words conjured terror in her heart. The blaring sounds of the loudspeakers and the edict against love and sex repeated in her mind. If anyone ever found out they loved each other…No. She could not allow herself to love this man, no matter what. They would never survive. She sat straight up in bed, pushing him away. "No, no, you can't! You'll get us both killed!"

He brushed his hand tenderly through her hair, and laughed. "What do you think they would do to us if they knew you were here with me now, in my arms, naked in my bed?"

"I know, I know, but still. You shouldn't say that."

He held her close. "I can't help my feelings, Myra. I've loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you, out on the Production Line. You were so beautiful, kind and caring, so concerned with my well-being."

Myra pushed him away, jumped from his bed, and started dressing as quickly as possible. "I remember what you said to me the first time we met, Cecil. I care too much about you to allow this to go any further. It's too dangerous. I'm sorry I came here tonight. I shouldn't have. It was selfish. I wasn't thinking about the consequences, or what might happen to you. I'm so sorry!" She put on her coat and moved toward the door.

Cecil walked toward her. "Wait. I wanted you tonight, Myra. I called you here with my mind and you answered. Don't you understand? It's a sign."

Myra had to admit the bond she shared with Cecil was inexplicable. She heard him whisper in her mind throughout the day, she imagined his touch, couldn't wait to be with him again. "I agree we do have a connection."

Cecil took a step closer, towering over her. He held out his hand. "Then what are you afraid of?"

She slowly scanned his face, his thick muscular neck, shoulders and chest. Perfect abs rippled over his triangular torso, his thin waist framed the most perfectly formed buttocks she ever saw. "Cecil, you look magnificent, better than this afternoon."

"I know." He smiled. "I think it's because of this..." Cecil ran his hands over her hips.

"What? The food?"

He laughed. "No, you!"

"Me?"

"Your love is saving me, Myra. You bring the life force back into my body, mind and spirit."

She laughed. "I think the steak is saving you, Cecil, not me."

"No, I think it's both." Cecil released her and walked over to his bedside table, removing a silver cover from a dish. A half eaten piece of dark brown meat sat in the center of a white dish. "You are part of it, Myra, but I have to admit the steak…it's saving my life."

"Is that steak? I've never seen it before. I've only read about it in books."

Cecil cut a piece of the brown meat with a knife and walked toward her. "Yes. I saved some for you. Here."

She shook her head. "Oh no, Cecil. I can't take that from you. It's obvious you need it to live."

He shrugged, ate the bite himself, then cut off another slice, stabbed it with his fork and ran the meat directly under her nose "Please, try it."

Something strange happened. Myra felt the same tingling sensations she'd had only moments earlier when Cecil explored her. "My goodness, that smells wonderful."

Cecil noticed her nipples grew erect from the scent and he ran appreciative fingers over them. "I can tell you like it. Now here, have some."

Myra shook her head. Nothing ever felt so good before. It must be wrong. "What is happening to me, Cecil? I don't understand what you're doing to me."

Cecil ran the steak over her bare chest in a thrilling exchange. "Myra, you know you want it, so go ahead. Eat! Suck on it!"

As difficult as it was to resist, she pushed it away. "No Cecil. I can't. You need every mouthful you can get."

Cecil took the steak between his teeth and walked closer to her. "Don't you want it?" he asked again, wafting the meat in front of her nose as he barred down on it with his teeth.

Her nipples hardened. Her mouth watered. "What's happening to me?"

"Do you want it?" he teased.

"I want it. Yes, I want it!"

Alex nodded and reached his hand up, brushed her hair with his fingers. ”I don’t judge. I worry.” He leaned close, brushed his thick poochy lips on hers.
God was he ever a man! And so damned good looking! Who woulda ever thunk I could pull off attracting a man like him? She still thought he was some undercover type, but who gave a damn? He’d probably dump her once he found something better, but for tonight…

She pulled at his overcoat, rubbing it off his lean shoulders and tossing it aside. Her arms ached with every movement, but now that other parts of her body were awakening in ways they hadn’t in a very long time, the endorphins relieved her pain. She loosened his tie, slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and sent it to the corner of the room. His chest was hairless. Dark nipples were erect with excitement and her lips were compelled to taste him. Musky and sweet all at once. He was one sexy cookie, good enough to eat in one bite.

Her hands flattened on his washboard abs and traced his body to his belt. She hadn’t seen a man wear a belt for decoration before. Normally her boyfriends used them to prevent plumber’s crack. Not this one. He was lean and mean. She undid the buckle and yanked, sending the belt to the other side of the room. “Stand up, you.”

He followed her command and she expertly unbuttoned him, pulling his pants to his knees, lowering his socks while he kicked his boots off. She trembled at the touch of his cock. Ten inches of throbbing hardness felt good in her hands and would feel even better in other places.
She knelt on bruised knees, forgetting her pain and took him into her mouth. She never liked giving blow jobs before, but this man tasted and looked better than anyone she’d ever had the pleasure of pleasing.

She flicked his head with her tongue first, teasing him.

He watched her with curiosity, occasionally tilting his other head back and moaning.

“You like?” she asked with full mouth.

He nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Good.” She sank him into her mouth, pumped him until she tasted sweet drops dripping down the back of her throat. She wanted to tease him, but didn’t want him to cum completely just yet. No. She wanted him inside her first. She slowed her strokes down to a stop, removed his penis from her lips and pushed him toward the bed while pulling her own sweater over her head, unhooking her bra.

He was a sexy guy, but not too quick on the undressing part.

That’s okay. He’s sexy enough to make up for all that. “Want this?” She lifted her breasts up to him like a plate of food.

He nodded and took them in his hands, bringing his lips to her and sucking.

She fell forward on top of him, running her fingers down his sides and clenching him in her fist, pumping him just enough to keep him hard. Although from what she could see, that wasn’t a problem.

Alexandre ran his hands down her sides to her jeans.

Damn! She needed to get these off. She stood back up and seductively unbuttoned them, stripping down to her panties while he watched. Then she gently teased him by slowly inching those down and kicking them across the room.

She rolled to her back, spread her legs. “Come to me. Get inside me.”

Dennis bit down on a chip. It didn’t taste so good.

“What’s wrong?” Thiago asked.

“I don’t know…I normally love these things. I feel…” He tried a second bite. It was like trying to swallow sandpaper. His mouth and throat refused to cooperate.

Thiago, who lay on the bed in black silk boxer shorts beside him, sat up. “Oh…no…Dennis, it’s my fault.”

Dennis gazed at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…you have some vampire blood in you…remember?”

“And?”

“We don’t eat.”

“Shit.”

“Especially that.”

“Wait. You mean, I might want to eat, but I can’t?”

“Right.”

“Will I always feel this way?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sort of half-turned?”

“You’re not turned at all. You’re maybe a sixteenth turned.”

“But I could starve to death! I wanted the chicken earlier.”

Thiago was staring at him, worried.

 “I want you to fuck me,” Dennis said, discarding the chips. “I need you inside me, Thiago.”

His lover’s embrace comforted him, his soft lips at his ear restoring his equilibrium.

He fell on the bed, his body caving into the feeling of carnal need.

“Oh, Thiago…you just do it for me, you know?”

Thiago’s mouth claimed his and Dennis sighed with contentment as his man’s hand rubbed at his cock through his tattered, dusty jeans.

They kissed each other hungrily, Dennis aware of Thiago’s sharp canine teeth scraping at his tongue. He knew that although Thiago had fed from Carden, he craved the connection with Dennis. They kissed with total abandon.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” he said, breaking their bond.

“Neither have I.”

Dennis felt Thiago’s teeth elongating. It was a terrifying feeling and, also, a major thrill. The element of danger in their coupling had intensified ever since Thiago rescued him in the cave.

I can’t live without him anymore. I want him to make me his.

Thiago’s mouth moved from Dennis’ face down his body. He snatched at the clothing that separated them. Thiago tore at the button and zipper on Dennis’ fly. He pulled them down, ripping at the white boxer shorts beneath them.

When Thiago tore the shorts in two, he grabbed Dennis’ cock, which went from soft to hard in seconds. He knew Thiago considered a soft cock in his grip to be an insult. He always delighted in Dennis walking around hard, to be in a perpetual state of arousal.

Thiago’s mouth gobbled him up. Dennis flopped back on the bed, at his lover’s mercy. It had always been this way between them since the first time they made love at the Eclipse club. Thiago had been his rent boy. His vampire for hire. After the intense orgasms he experienced with him, Dennis was hooked. He loved and needed Thiago and knew that now, after long resistance, Thiago needed him.

He watched his lover’s teeth recede as he gave him expert head. Thiago sucked cock like he was born to do it and Dennis felt a small pang of regret. He wanted to be fucked and bitten. It was now his obsession.

Thiago gripped Dennis’ balls as if he’d tear them from his body, but he knew that Thiago had figured out what got Dennis’ motor running and having his cock and balls sucked and manhandled roughly, sent him into the stratosphere.

Dennis waited in the bedchamber. It was lavishly decorated with soft furnishings in charcoal, black and white. The filmy black curtains on either side of the Juliet-style windows were tethered back against the wall with whips--a kind of bizarre touch he thought. He gazed out of the open windows at the lights blinking over the Hollywood Hills and across west Los Angeles. It was a rare smogless night and he could see a plane's taillights sinking down as it landed at LAX.

He suddenly felt afraid. He was excited, but afraid, yes. He realized he was out of his depth here. He'd done some crazy things for a sexual high. Was this going too far? Should I just go for a mere mortal and be sensible for once?

No. He'd come too far, passed all the requirements. He'd paid his entrance fee and loved his choice of partner's sleek exotic look. He wanted to be able to say, Hell yeah, I fucked a vampire. It was great!

"Well?"

He looked up from the canopied bed. "Number Six. That's who I want."

The regulator gave him a knowing smile. "He won't be long."

Dennis felt an extrasensory thrill knowing he'd just ordered a man, well, a vamp, as easily as ordering a hamburger.

He lay back on the bed in anticipation.

Number Six opened the door and his beautiful, strange eyes met Dennis' rapidly blinking gaze head-on. Number Six was wearing a red silken robe barely meeting his thighs and Dennis gulped when he glimpsed the gigantic cock peeking through the folds. Even half-hard, the vampire was huge. Can I do this? Really?

"Don't be nervous," Number Six said.

Suddenly Dennis felt himself relaxing, even though this was the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life. "What is your name?" Dennis asked, surprised his voice actually worked.

The vampire smiled and Dennis was aware of the glistening sheen of oil on the man's skin as the red robe fell. His beauty filled Dennis' senses with awe. The vampire was waxed completely, save for his treasure trail leading to a smattering of hair on his crotch. His cock was hardening now as he leaned down and removed Dennis' black boxer briefs. He dropped to his knees, sucking the tip of Dennis' hungry cock into his mouth. Just the sensation of this remarkable creature touching him made Dennis cry out with pleasure.

He lay there in shock and increasing pleasure as he felt the hot, wet mouth closing down over the entire shaft.

"Oh, fuck yeah, suck me." He felt the sensation of something cold pressed against his perineum and felt around until his fingertips touched an ice cube. He felt the sensation of one hell of a goddamn orgasm building fast behind his own pubic mound. It ripped through his groin and up and down his spine. His toes flared out and he came in the hot, exotic mouth, screaming his ecstasy to the blinking lights outside.

Bellis had a spacious apartment with an uncomfortable modern sofa and huge, black and white photos of naked vampires mounted across the walls. The only splash of color was the blood decorating the sexy men's teeth.

"Is that you?" Rory eyed a picture of a skinny male vamp with long, black hair and kohl rimming his eyes. His mouth, pulled open in either a scream or a yawn, revealed two beautiful, elongated canine teeth, the tips bloodied.

"My modeling days." Bellis slipped his arms around him.

Rory felt a shimmer of pleasure as Bellis' mouth roamed his throat. "I've never seen your vampire teeth."

Bellis chuckled. "If you see them, run. It means I'm about to feed on you, turn you. Are you ready for that?"

Rory gave him a frank look. "No, I'm not."

"You ready for this?" Bellis' hand moved to Rory's cock, which stiffened at the vampire's touch.

"Oh, I think so." 

The two men smiled, their mouths meeting in a kiss. Arousal had brought out Bellis' killer teeth, in spite of his words. Rory allowed his tongue to flicker over them. It was thrilling and frightening at the same time. Carden had a lot more control. Oh man, stop thinking about him. 

As they broke off their kiss, Bellis' teeth receded and Rory almost convinced himself he'd imagined seeing and feeling them. Bellis undressed him, took him to his bedroom and underneath a picture of two men sucking each other's cocks, he and Bellis slipped into a fast and frantic sixty-nine. 

Bellis came easily, but Rory's head punished him. He kept thinking about Carden, in spite of his best efforts. Bellis frowned when Rory didn't come. He slipped around so he was between Rory's thighs. He stroked on Rory's cock for a moment and licked the tip. Rory watched him, enthralled and soon, Bellis worked up a good pace. Rory felt himself responding to the pressure of the vampire's hand. Bellis shifted Rory's ass so his hole was right at Bellis' mouth. 

Oh man, he is so good at this. Rory felt himself sinking into pleasure. He got off on watching Bellis lick him, but the sensations were too strong. Rory came with a cry, Bellis sucking his ass, jerking on his cock and stroking his belly in rhythmic circles. It felt like a rocket went off in his head. 

He came over and over again, Bellis not relinquishing his hold on Rory's cock until he was satisfied  he'd fulfilled Rory's carnal desires. Bellis was handsome and sexy…uncomplicated. He fell asleep with a smile on his face. 

Damn it, I am so weak.

He reached out and unbelted Carden's robe. It fell open, revealing Carden's hard, muscular body, along with a serious erection. Rory stood there, looking at him for a minute, a heady lust steering him in a direction that was absent of all sanity. "I want you," Rory breathed. "Don't turn me away."

Carden reached out and touched his cheek, smiling at him rather tenderly.

Rory moved his head and captured his fingers with his lips.

 "And the fear that I may hurt you? What have you done with it? I don't feel it anymore."

"It's been swallowed up by something else," he replied, grabbing Carden's hand and placing it on his chest. "Touch me. Carden, make me yours tonight."

Carden didn't say anything, he just reached down and effortlessly lifted him up into his arms, holding him close to his chest.

Rory's head fell back as Carden's lips touched his throat. He laid Rory on the bed and stood looking down at him for a moment. He lifted the cross that Rory wore around in neck with his finger and then let it fall back again. Rory could have sworn he saw something glowing in those dark eyes.

"God and all that's in heaven, help me, Rory," he groaned, "but tonight, I want to give you everything."

Rory reached for him. "Yes," he urged, "yes."

Carden crawled onto the bed, straddling Rory's hips with his knees. His long hair fell down over his face, his erection moved over Rory's, sending shivers up Rory's spine. Carden looked down into his eyes and kissed his forehead, his eyes and his lips, his tongue sliding into his mouth, slow dancing with his.

The kiss was erotic, purposeful, and Rory moaned, raking his nails down Carden's chest. Carden's mouth left his, his tongue trailing down Rory's throat to his chest, moving around his nipple then continuing on down to his stomach.

Rory whimpered, reached out to touch his hair, so soft, it felt like silk.

Carden raised his head. "Easy," he said. His tongue slowly inched to the base of Rory's cock. Lips lightly touched the shaft and trailed down to the head as a hand cupped his balls at the same time, gently fondling him.

Suddenly both Carden's hands moved under him and lifted his buttocks off the bed. Rory's head went back and he gasped as he was lifted in the air and Carden's mouth captured his cock. One hand moved along his spine and held him prone in the air as his ass was separated and Carden's fingers moved up inside him. The head of his cock was  deep in Carden's throat, being massaged by his muscles, and somehow his balls were being suckled at the same time.

Rory started to buck, fucking Carden's throat as Carden's fingers began fucking his ass at the same time. "Oh…mother…of….Jesus…please…mercy…oh… ohhhhhh ….Godddddddd!" He forgot that he was in midair, his arms flailing out at the sides. In fact, now he was floating on air and Carden's free hand was moving over his chest and rock hard nipples. His legs were wide open, his head dropping back, and he was coming in Carden's velvet throat.

"I like this," he said, running his hand over her mons. She shivered as a finger lightly flicked at the tiny pink spire of her clit, sending echoes of desire throughout her body. "You were ready for me."

"I was more than ready," she said. She gave in to the weakness in her legs and dropped in front of him. Her hands fumbled to open the fly and let Kevin's huge erection come snapping free.

"All for you," he told her. His hands worked through the mass of her blonde hair and pulled her face closer. She didn't need any more invitation.

She kissed the very tip of his cock. Jordan recoiled at the reaction. His prick had been hard before. Now it jerked harder and grew in both length and girth.

"Wh-what are you doing to me?" His voice sounded distant, strained.

She kissed his cock again. It hardly seemed possible but it grew even more. She opened her lips and took some of the cock into her mouth to suck and lick and tongue. He quivered in the heat of her mouth and pressed hard against her lips. She had sucked him off many times but never had he been so huge!

Jordan backed off, licked the underside of the trembling shaft of man meat and then kissed the underside.

"Oh, oh!" Kevin clutched fiercely at her head, holding it in place. "I can't… oh god!"

She dived back to the tip of his erupting cock in time to engulf the head and take every drop of his cum. She sucked hard to drain his balls and still he came. She wondered if it would ever end when a final quiver foretold the end.

"I never got off like that before. Not from a blowjob," Kevin said, gasping for breath. "I'm still on fire. If I had an erection, I'd fuck the living hell out of you."

"Maybe it won't take so long getting up again," Jordan said. She knew it had to be the lipstick laced with her new aphrodisiac that had done the trick. Kevin had been a monster in her mouth. She had no complaints about him at any other time, but now? Immense!

"I want to, doll face, I do, but I can't." Kevin sounded distracted now. She kissed his slowly deflating cock, but there was no response. It continued to deflate like a child's popped birthday party balloon. Disappointed, Jordan watched until it turned into a pink worm.

 "We don't want him to be shocked when we do a century or two jump. He has to be comfortable with time travel."

"Is that ever going to be possible?" Jana asked. "We aren't comfortable with it. There's always something new to see when we get our probes back."

Case turned and locked the door behind him. Jana had seen the expression on his face before--and loved it.

"What kind of probe did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know. One that's nice and long and hard and hot." She moved forward and ran her hand down his belly between his waistband and his skin. She found what she wanted right away. His penis was growing. With her eagerly squeezing it, he had a full-grown erection in nothing flat.

"That's uncomfortable," he said.

"I didn't mean it to be. I wanted it to be exciting."

"I meant that it's uncomfortable being trapped inside a cloth prison." He unzipped his pants and loosened his belt, letting his pants drop.

"Oh, yeah, I agree. So much nicer this way." Jana sank down and lightly kissed the tip of his quivering cock. He caught his breath when she took the plum-tipped end into her mouth and began licking and teasing.

"I want you," he said in a soft voice. "That feels great, but I want more. I want to give you more."

Jana mumbled around the thick plug in her mouth. She was happy with this, or maybe having him pick her up, spin her around, and eat her out as she sucked on him while being upside down. She appreciated the strength that took and the need for her to be completely in his control.

"Stop!" Samantha whispered.

Immediately, John paused. "If this is your desire." He exhaled over her skin.

"No, I mean, don't…just… Ah!"

"Honey-cat," he said. "How am I to know what it is you want? You tell me at once to stop and continue. I'm confused." Another warm breath whispered over her skin, followed by a lick of his tongue.

She squirmed. "Just keep doing that--all of it."

Samantha shivered with the deepest delight as John lightly ran the tips of his fingers over her stomach. It was his felinus touch--the most delicate of caresses--that brought forth the most intense reactions. He knew it and tortured her mercilessly.

John carefully nibbled the groove in her neck--a tongue tip pressed into another of the sensual nerve endings that only he could find. In response, her body grew even damper--inside and out. His fingers stole between her thighs.

She leaned against the glass, facing outwards, her hands splayed. The stars shone and the light of the moons bathed them both with purple and red. Beyond lay the blackness of space.

Sam swallowed hard. What John was doing…what she wanted him to do… "Are you sure no one can see us?"

"Yep, stop worrying, honey. I programmed the glass for one way. I'm not gonna share you with anyone."

"Ah…Oh." Those fingers delved into her, parting and teasing. Demanding. She opened her legs further.

"There's only one person I share with, Sam," John whispered against her nape. "And that's my brother." He purred in the back of his throat.

"You know, when I saw you tonight in your red dress you looked like something from an erogenous dream--long, elegant with silky skin and that soft red mouth of yours. I don't know, Jackie--maybe, maybe not. Maybe I just want something from you in return?" teased Cole. She dropped to her knees down by his feet, her hands beginning their stroking inspection along the rough denim covering his thighs.

"And what might that be?"

 Cole's raven brows lifted as her hand began to make its way up his thigh to the hardened bulge in his jeans. The firm beautiful line of his lips turned serious.

"You should know by now that it's not that, Jackie." He reached down to gently stroke her cheek. The softness of his caress was so soothing, she could have purred.

"What else could you want from me, Cole? The only two things I know how to do are fuck and kill."

His thumb advanced across the suppleness of her lips. The malicious venom there had settled, waiting for the next time when neurons would send them the message to make her kisses deadly. "I want your heart," he exclaimed, guiding her into his lap.

"Cole, you always had that. Right from the beginning." Her eyes were turbulent with sordid emotions as she reminisced about their first encounters, until she felt his face near hers, the gentle tickle of his breath whipping against her own.

Such tenderness was foreign to her after the exploitation she had endured with Nikolas. Leaning forward, she rested her hand against his chest underneath his shirt--the rhythmic pounding of his heart against her fingertips was the proof she needed that she wasn't dreaming after all. Her body began to tremble in fear or ecstasy or perhaps both.

"Tell me something, Jackie."

"Anything."

"How exactly do your powers work? Remember, I wasn't around when they tested them."

"Well, thanks to you, Nikolas, and Gabriel, I can secrete poison from any part of my body that contains fluids like my tears, sweat, or even vaginal excretion. But I control where and how it comes out, as long as I have total concentration."

"And what about your saliva?" asked Cole, lifting her head and cupping her warm cheeks in his hands.

A sly grin creased across her face and she rubbed her lips against his. "Well, the toxin is the strongest in my saliva. That's why they call it the kiss of death," she answered, against his hot flesh.

The shower helped to soothe her, but once again, his cry for help echoed in her mind. Why could he never complete the communication? What was it that he needed help with? How could she help him now? After all, she was still in her physical body while he resided in the spirit world. He probably means the research for a cure, she decided. The soothing jets of water washed away the scalding tears she still shed for him regularly. She closed her eyes and imagined him in the shower with her, his arms circling her, his cock pressing hard against her backside.

It felt real, so very real. Leaning into the embrace, she rubbed her bottom against his hard length. “Oh, Cain…” she whispered.

Was it possible? Could he reach her from the spirit world and actually make her feel as if they were making love? When his hands pushed her down and he plunged into her, she came almost right away. “Cain…again! Oh, darling, fuck me more!”

Bracing herself against the wall, she pushed her hips back at him hard. His taut balls slapped against her pussy, causing the fire within to build even more—a fire that had needed extinguishing ever since she’d learned of his death. “Yes, baby, yes! More!” she shouted.

She felt his violent shudder. In return, her final orgasm built to its peak. Something pushed against her anal channel, his second cock. Strange, could he still shift to Sasquatch form even though he was a spirit? Just as she released and felt his come shoot into her, she let out a long breath and opened her eyes. She saw two Sasquatch feet between her own—blond Sasquatch feet.

“Are you ready to begin?” Calla asked after a time. She smiled at him gently.

“Yes,” Jarek nodded firmly. “How would you have me pose, Master?”

“Nothing so grand yet, Jarek.” Calla waved her hand and grinned. “Not today anyway. If I may, I’d like to see what I have to work with, then I’ll spend some time thinking about how best to portray those admirable qualities that drew me to you.” She couldn’t be sure but she thought he blushed. “If you are ready, please remove your shirt.”

She watched to see how readily or how awkwardly he’d obey. She’d asked about his experience in an effort to carry on a conversation with this stranger, but also to find out if he had any legitimate modeling experience. If he’d know how to pose or arrange his body when asked, how to hold a pose without becoming fatigued. She’d been shocked to learn he’d had not one but several bad experiences and from the sounds of it, he hadn’t done much work since. She wondered if he was past them.

Jarek hesitated for only a second, then he stood and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.

Calla stood and started to move around him, giving him a wide berth so he wouldn’t feel crowded. “I will observe your torso from every angle, Jarek,” she told him calmly and matter-of-factly. “Your torso and your face.”

“Not my—”

“I will not need to see your legs or genitals unless I am going to paint them, Jarek,” she explained quickly. “I am not ready to paint you yet and asking you to display yourself before then would be a misuse of your trust.”

His gaze lifted to hers and tracked her movement as she moved to his side. He felt something pass between them. Perhaps it was the trust she spoke of. Jarek’s expression said he felt confident and beautiful. Straightening his shoulders, he undid the rest of his buttons slowly and with obvious deliberation, then let his sturdy linen shirt slip off his back.

Calla had to work hard not to gasp. Jarek’s shoulders were indeed a sensual delight, broad, sculpted and striated and his skin shimmered with golden warmth in the midday light. His shirt fell past his buttocks as he slipped his hands out of the sleeves. Calla felt like she was being teased, perhaps even seduced by the slow deliberation of his movements, although she did not mind. She chewed on her lower lip as he casually laid the shirt across one of the chairs. He straightened to his full height, lifted his chin and stood still.

The smooth line of Jarek’s skin was broken by the defined ridges and dips of a full pronounced and very male musculature. His lats fanned out in a mouth-watering arc, the muscular ridges on either side of his spine were deep, powerful and flawless. The muscles at the base of his neck flared out over his shoulders and provided the perfect shelf for the tips of his dark, curling hair to brush against.

“May I touch you?” Calla asked before she was aware the question was in her head. She was surprised her voice was steady.

“Of course,” Jarek answered without a trace of self-consciousness. He dipped his head to one side at the sound of her approach. His only reaction to her small, warm fingers on his skin was a catch in his breath he couldn’t hold back.

Calla locked her knees to keep them from shaking. Her reaction to this vital and profoundly masculine man was even stronger in the quiet of her patio than it had been in the noisy animated tavern. Struggling to keep her breathing even, Calla ran her fingers down one side of Jarek’s back. His skin seemed unnaturally soft although it was taut and she could practically feel the strength humming through him. Slowly and methodically, she explored every dip and swell of muscle after muscle. She stroked his back, his spine, the dimples that graced the expanse of skin just above his belt…just above the rise of his perfect buttocks. She touched the backs of his arms, wrapped her fingers slowly around his biceps and tested the resiliency of his skin. She breathed him in—man and spice and what had to be a pheromone because she started breathing a little deeper and her cleft grew damp. Her nipples hardened and Calla fought not to lean into him and comfort their nagging arousal with the pressure of his body against hers.

Jarek’s breath caught when she swirled her fingernails over the inside of his forearms. He straightened his fingers when she caressed them. He almost captured her hands in his, but relaxed at the last minute, letting her fingers slip out of his grasp. Calla lost all track of time as she stroked the sides of Jarek’s body, seeing, feeling and scenting him with a growing need that trampled all boundaries of professional propriety.

Deliberately, she stepped away from him. She moistened her lips and trembled from head to toe. “Thank you. You can get dressed,” she managed to say without her voice breaking, picked up his shirt and handed it to him. Calla kept her hands firmly at her side when Jarek turned around to face her. His slipped his shirt back on with a slowness that almost had her ripping it back off his perfect, powerful torso.

“Did I pass the audition?” he asked with what sounded like deliberate audaciousness.

This time, Calla blushed. “Definitely,” she breathed and fanned herself theatrically.

Jarek grinned contentedly. He finished buttoning his shirt and tucked it into his pants. “When do I start?” he asked.

Calla walked back to the table, picked up her cup of now cold tea and sipped it—more to give herself a second to breathe away from Jarek’s powerful sensuality than anything else. “Any time tomorrow. I can’t promise I’ll come up with anything brilliant by then, but we will work through a few ideas.”

Jarek nodded sagely, then ruined the effect by grinning down at her boyishly. “Any time tomorrow? How about one minute after midnight?”

“One minute after midnight and you’ll catch me in my bedclothes.”

* * * *

The intensity in Jarek’s dark blue eyes jumped. He’d like to catch her in her bed and wondered how she’d react if he asked to take her there now. He leaned over the table, watching her predatorily. Calla’s breathing jumped and her nipples grew hard again.

Something in her expression shifted, like he was overwhelming her or she was unprepared for the unexpected heat rising between them. Moved by compassion, Jarek was the first to look away. “Okay,” he said casually. “Two minutes after midnight then.”

Calla laughed. “Anytime after sunrise will do nicely.”

“Agreed.” Grinning, Jarek turned away. It seemed like a long time since he’d felt this good about himself. As he left the patio, he paused beside the marble statuette and looked at it once more. Like before, he laid his hand on the base. “What will it feel like,” he asked himself more than her, “to be immortalized like this? What did your model say when he saw this completed?”

Calla’s mouth thinned. “He did not see it completed. He left me before it was finished. That is the last rendering I ever did of my ex-husband.”

Jarek’s gaze rose slowly to hers and, guardedly, he watched Callandria’s face for anger, tears—even resentment, but found none. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.

“If even the greatest fool of our time can be so perfectly cast, then there is indeed hope for me yet.” He took her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her palm. “Until tomorrow, Callandria,” he said quietly, bowed his head and left.

“Bipene?” Thorn questioned. “What’s that?”

Devon sighed as the night increased in embarrassment for him. Not a good time for him to be biting into a carrot. “I have two penises.”

“Amazing,” Thorn cooed, genuinely impressed and more than a little turned on. “I would love that. You can’t tell, you know, first off, just by looking.”

“No, the other is at the back.”

“Really? Where?”

Devon was quite enjoying his new found celebrity. “Just below the small of my back.”

“And do you get two pairs of balls as well?”

“No, that’s all interconnected.”

Suddenly the two men were unexpectedly close. Thorn leaned in to see if he could get a closer look at Devon’s back as Devon leaned over to grab a slice of aubergine. Heat imploded between them. Both of them felt a rise, Devon felt two, but they were in a public area and Thorn was straight, so far as general opinion went.

“Now tell me about you.” Devon wisely broke the spell. “I didn’t get a chance to ask the others. What exactly do you do here?”

“This is freedom central, baby. These tunnels and caves are where it’s all at, right beneath those Ratt Pirate’s stupid faces. One day, we’ll take it all back. We’ll get rid of the sex trade and all the shit that goes with it. I want to make Kirslar beautiful again.”

Walking out from behind the curtain took all of her courage. The tattoo on her wrist was exposed, as was the one between her breasts. She had watched them undress through the crack in the door, they were her match. With communal bathing being common, it was the exposure of her undeniable markings that made her nervous. How will they react?

She slipped into the water with only Azeel focussed on her. His eyes were so intense, she couldn’t keep the contact up while she searched for the bench in the water. By the time she finished seating herself, fishing her hair out of the water and draping it over the towel behind her, she was the centre of attention. Looking down, she saw the tattooed wild rose peeking above the water. “You are staring.”

Their tattoos were blazing front and centre between their pectorals as they sat up and leaned closer to her.

Raf asked the question on their minds. “You knew?”

“I suspected when Hector told me that you were a clone set that you might be mine.” She stood, turned, reached out and grabbed the floating tray behind her, set with watered wine and small cups.

"Yours, are we?” Hector smiled.

“You match me, that is all I referred to.” She served four cups and floated the tray first to Raf, then Azeel, finally to Hector.
 

"You have it right. Raf is the first, I am the second and Hector is the third.” Azeel took a sip of his wine and raised his eyebrows.

That confused her. She understood about the layers of mating, but hadn’t realized that the men had designations. “I don’t understand.”

Raf surged toward her in the bath and sat next to her on the bench. “It is simple, Raleigh. As with most sexual relationships, the ultimate goal is to bring on the next generation. In our case, the first is the activator, the one who will trigger your body’s ovulation. The second, Azeel, is the one who will plant his seed and he must take you within four hours of me.”

“What of Hector?” She knew her eyes were slightly wild.

“Hector is our third. His body will change to replace either Azeel or myself if we fall or are injured. The third was added for safety as we were designed for hostile territories.” Raf took her right hand and lifted it out of the water, caressing her tattoo in a slow and sensuous movement.

“Before you start anything, Raf, I want to ask you one question.”

He nodded solemnly. “What do you want to know?”

“Once we consummate this joining, will you still bring me to the prince?” Her terror came through in her voice.

Raf sat back and Raleigh’s heart sank. “We have to take you to his court, but we will not leave you there. By the laws of Koru that the emperor of Elsinor agreed to, we have a right to our mate if we find her. Now I have a question for you. Why do you fear him so?”

“Because he took my best friend to his palace and her body was returned to her family three months later. He tried to take me, but when my father caught wind of it, he contacted the emperor and the prince left me alone. He would find any excuse to have me pour tea so he could ogle my tattoo, and that is when I started wearing the wrap. It seemed to hypnotize him.” She shuddered in remembrance and Hector came to her side and wrapped his arm around her. The warmth and security that enfolded her with his embrace relaxed her.

Raf asked, “How is your head?”

“Throbbing, but the wine is helping with the pain from the bruises.” She sighed and leaned against Hector, dazed and warm in his embrace.

He slowly and calmly pulled her onto his lap. She could almost ignore the other two in the bath, but when a third hand stroked her thigh under the water, she found that she didn’t want to.

Raf’s voice was in her ear, “We won’t let him touch you. We promise.”

Two voices echoed him. “We promise.”

Her skin felt alive where they touched her, hands soothed her back, caressed her breasts, parted her thighs and rubbed her feet. When hands tugged her hair gently, she leaned back and the first kiss of her life was placed on her lips. Raf, she could tell by the sureness of his hands as he avoided her bruised skull. His lips took hers gently and hands raised her body in the water.

Raleigh writhed as mouths touched her, hands caressed her and her body caused a surf in the rhythm of the stroking fingers and tugging lips.

When a touch stroked between her thighs, her lips parted and she cried out as her talent flared out of control, lightning arced out of her hands, striking the partition that flared for a moment with the impact.

The blinding caresses ceased.

“Raleigh, what was that?” Raf’s voice was very calm for a man nearly electrocuted.

“The end of a very interesting night if I am not missing my guess.”

The hands supporting her lifted her from the water, the three men moving as one. She was wrapped in a drying cloth while they dried off in turn, their marvellous erections not dwindled by her display of energy. That was encouraging.

They picked up the robes, but did not put them on as Hector led them through the house and to the largest bedroom. Wrapped in white linen, Raleigh went along with the crowd.

The men efficiently rolled out the folded bedding. Hector leaving for a moment and returning with another mattress gave her the first inkling that the introduction was now over.

They knew about the electricity and since they were not idiots, they would put her attacker’s death at her door. She knew she should have moved the body. Sigh.

Sheets flared and blankets were lined up for a good night’s sleep. Raf took her and he gently removed the sheet.

“We decided to get away from the water if you are going to be flinging energy around. We are impervious to that sort of thing, probably a designed feature.” He grinned at her, leaning in for another kiss.

Suddenly, a back section of the structure exploded and the beams began to give way around them, creaking and groaning from the strain of the floors weight above, shafts of flaming wood, concrete and steel rumbled, and came falling down in a kaleidoscope of confusion. Reeve didn't remember much after that except when he came too, he'd been flattened by the tremendous final blow of the ammunition stores. He stared at Slade who was laughing his bag off. He had a decent sense of humour, but whatever the cadet leader found so damned amusing with nearly getting killed, eluded him.

The swordsman groaned, holding his ribs and rolled over shifting toward Reeve. "That was close, eh?"

Dumbfounded Reeve sighed. His ears were ringing. "Yeah. Too close."

Slade laughed then winked at him. "Don't you just love it when in the heat of the battle, the adrenaline starts pumping and your dick gets so hard you'd fuck anything?"

The comment was far from amusing and the timing questionable. Reeve went multiple shades of yellow. "Bastard!" He now realized Slade had purposely let him sit there, sweating when he knew all along there was an escape route. "You're sick, blade boy—really friggin' sick! I nearly shit my pants! That's not funny at all!" He remembered he'd said the same thing once when they were battling a holographic bear in the training fields outside the Zone and almost bit the dust then.

The swordsman quickly rolled Reeve over onto his back. Then forced himself on top the large man, smothering him with kisses. "How about I bang you for awhile, cowboy? My dick is rock hard." Slade squeezed his crotch. "What about yours?"

Reeve clawed at his jeans, he couldn't get them off fast enough. "Yeah, do me, Slade—I can't wait!"

Devlyn's heart seized up, her pulse quickened. Surely not. This could not be what she thought it was…no. Her father had no idea what he was rambling about when he spoke of the evil creatures from space who could impregnate any species simply by willing it to happen. She could not be pregnant. This was ludicrous. Impossible.

The bump expanded into the size of one of the larger melons her family enjoyed in the summers and as it did, Devlyn knew her worst nightmare had become reality. The evil one, Nelek was deflowering her with his mind, and now had planted his seed in her. If she wasn't careful to control her erotic thoughts of him, she felt certain he would find her. He would use his mind to seek her out, discover her hiding place and take her body in person next time.

As terrorizing as that thought seemed, and while his unborn child wrestled within her, Devlyn realized she was more afraid of how much she wanted him than of him finding her. Part of her wanted to run and hide, but in the deepest recesses of her heart, she knew if he came to her now, she would take him inside her again. She would give him whatever he wanted—as many children as she could possibly bear. She hated herself for that thought. She wanted to be strong. She couldn't. The thought of that man melted her and she wanted him now.

Dangerous, but tempting, she closed her eyes, imagined him in her mind. Imagined him coming to her again, only this time, while she lay on the canopy bed, arms and legs already spread wide in anticipation, she had a new feature of her body as her bulge continued to grow.

Nelek tore open the canopy and stood before her in all his glory, smiling at the new discovery of their unborn child. "You look spectacular."

"I don't understand this, but I want you."

He leaned into her, took her again, only this time, with seeming newfound tenderness and ease, apparently careful not to disturb their baby. "I want hundreds of children with you."

Devlyn was not even sure she was capable of bearing so many, but at the moment, all she could do was agree. "I will give them gladly."

He ran his hand over the unborn, smiled. "Our first is a girl. You will name her Meera. She is important and will be mother to the future rulers of earth."

Devlyn laughed. "What are you talking about, love?" She never expressed love to anyone except her parents, but she loved him, wanted him more than words could express.

"You are going to rule this place, Devlyn, and when you do, our children will rebuild the society." He reached around to the small of her back, lifting her so he could sink deeper, stroke harder, yet always with tender care.

She moaned out her pleasure. "Oh, Nelek, where are you? Why aren't you with me? How is this possible?"

"It is our way." He pulled himself out in preparation for another journey into her inner recesses.

She gasped while he sank into her, she felt her unborn child kicking at the same time. The bliss the combined sensations created caused her to release in ecstatic contentment like none she had known before.

Nelek cupped her belly, licking his way up to her growing breasts. He tasted her, cupped her in his hands, and rolled to his side. "You are the most beautiful woman in the universe. Never will I want another after you."

Devlyn smiled as she looked up into his loving eyes, then she opened her eyes. She was all alone again, only now, the unborn child appeared nearly ready to arrive.

Fear filled in the space where her lust had been only moments before. Where was she? How would she possibly be able to give birth out here alone and feed and tend for a newborn amidst all this chaos and turmoil? She needed a miracle, fast.