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Maxim

“Thank the gods.” Ryston’s words were a fierce whisper as he lowered his head to claim her mouth once more and I used my position to shove the blanket covering our mate’s curves to the floor at our feet. Nothing was between us now, but her.

“Fuck,” I murmured, taking in the beauty before me. Her skin was milky white…everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. Looking down, I could see her nipples were a pale pink and I imagined them turning a lush ruby red when played with. Seeing the black collar about her neck only made me harder, for she was ours and ours alone.

The arousal rose and rose between us as they kissed. While their lips met, while their tongues tangled, I savored it just as sweetly.

Ryston lifted his head, stepped back.

“Hold her, Maxim.”

Gladly. With my hands on her breasts, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Not when I took her nipples between my fingers and tugged, pulled, pinched. The slight bite of pain was a test. When she whimpered, I pinched a little harder. When she cried out my name in abandon, I knew just how much she could take.

Ryston returned with the ATB the doctor had given us and lifted the lid.

“You get Maxim’s cock in that sweet pussy, Rachel, but you also get one of these.”

I released my hold of her nipples, just gently held her breasts, stroked them. She needed to be able to see and think, at least for a minute or two. After that, no thoughts, only feeling.

“Are those—”

“Plugs for your ass,” Ryston confirmed. He glanced up from the box. While I couldn’t see her face, I saw the intensity of my second’s gaze, knew he was focused solely on her. She was first for him and always would be.

Rolling heat came over me. Awareness lit Ryston’s eyes. “You like ass play?”

“Play? Yes, but I’ve never… I mean, I’ve never been fucked there.”

“With a cock, you mean?” I murmured into her ear.

She nodded against my chest.

“Do you like a finger pressing against you as you’re fucked?” I asked.

She nodded again.

I lowered my voice to a near growl and pushed my hard cock into her back, so she’d know just how much I wanted her. “What about a finger deep inside, fucking your ass as a cock fucks your pussy?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What about plugs? Like having one in, being fucked with one in?”

She whimpered, stared intently at the box and the varied sized plugs.

“I… I haven’t…god, this is so intense. It’s… I can feel your desire along with mine.”

“Yes,” Ryston said, pinning her with a knowing look. “And we both know you want us to play with your ass, prepare that virgin hole for my cock.”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

Ryston, looked through the box, picked out a plug that was narrow and small. By looking at it, Rachel wouldn’t know that it vibrated, but she’d learn that soon enough when it was deep inside her.

Hooking a hand behind her neck, Ryston gently pulled her to him, took her mouth with his. The kiss was wilder this time, raw and out of control, just like he was. There was no holding back with him. I was a thorough lover, powerful, lusty, but I didn’t have the reckless urgency of Ryston. He would push our mate, push us both, and count on me to rein him in when he went too far, as I did with all things.

There was a reason I was governor of the base, and he our most notorious fighter pilot. Ryston lived for the next rush of danger to race through his blood. He was wild and untamed where I was the solid foundation, the unflappable center. I was the pivot point for the entire base, the anchor. Cautious and deliberate.

Ryston pushed the edge. And I’d never been so sure of my choice as second as I was when he lifted his head and held up the plug. “This is yours, mate. Take it. Feel it. Know that I will soon work it deep inside you.”

Her reaction hit me like a punch in my gut. I knew, even before her knees collapsed, that mine and Ryston’s lust was overwhelming her. I shifted my hold and held her in place as she steadied and regained her feet.

Ryston set the box aside and held out his hand with a devilish and eager grin on his face. When she placed her hand in his, I released her and he led her to the bedroom. I followed, content watching the sway of her gorgeous bare backside, knowing it would soon be Ryston’s personal playground while she rode my cock.

She paused, looked down. “I’m bare.”

Ryston walked to the bed, turned, looked down at her pussy. I hadn’t seen it yet and fuck, did I want to.

I moved to stand beside him, allowing Rachel to look her fill. We were much larger than she, and dressed in full armor, I had to wonder that she wasn’t running with terror. I couldn’t help but study her as well. For one so small, her legs were long and shapely, her hips flared and full, her waist narrow, her breasts pert and upturned nipples tightly furled.

Her pussy lips, peeking from between her legs, were also a pink, but a dusky color. There was no hair to hide her desire, for they glistened with her obvious arousal.

“Yes, we love a bare pussy. You will, too,” I said. “Especially when you come all over my face.”

Rachel rubbed her legs together. As if that would ease the ache. Nothing would ease the need in any of us except a good hard fucking.

“Are we different than Earth men?” Ryston asked, noticing she was staring at us with curiosity and eagerness.

I hadn’t considered our differences from males of her planet. Thank fuck for having a second. I’d make a mess of the match without him asking and saying the right things.

She smiled, then shrugged. “I don’t see very much of you for comparison.”

“Are you saying you want to see us, mate?” I asked. “All of us?”

She nodded, bit her lip. “Every naked inch.”

As we shucked our boots and armor, she continued. “I’ve heard that space aliens have huge cocks. That you can fuck for hours.”

“Is this a rumor you’ve heard about us, or a personal fantasy?” Ryston asked, pushing down his pants so his cock sprang free.

I stripped quickly, then gripped the base of my cock and slowly stroked it, allowing her to stare at us. Wide eyed and very, very eager. Pulses of heat and need came from her.

I wasn’t modest, not in the slightest. If she, our mate, wanted to ogle us, watch us come as we stood before her, I didn’t mind. I would be deep inside her pussy, so I had no reason to stop Ryston in his play.

“Neither. I’m hoping it’s reality.”

Stepping up to us, she boldly took a cock in each small hand.

“I can’t even close my fist around you.” Her voice held awe. She dropped to her knees before us, one hand wrapped around each of our cocks, and pulled us none too gently toward her, suddenly the aggressor. She ran the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. “Come here. If these cocks are mine, I want to taste them.”

Ryston threw his head back and growled as her mouth closed over him. She squeezed the top of my cock as she worked him and I couldn’t tear my gaze away, for in seconds, that hot, sweet mouth would be mine.

Rachel

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

They were huge. Their heads and faces were a bit bigger than a human’s, and their slightly angular features made them look like fierce, alien predators.

The way they were watching me, and the raw lust consuming me through our link with these high-tech, magical freaking collars, I couldn’t think. All I could do was want.

No artist could have imagined more perfect bodies than of the two standing before me. Their chests were thick with muscle, every ripple and ridge clearly defined from their bulging deltoids to the eight-pack abs I couldn’t wait to explore. Their cocks were huge, so large I worried about whether I could do much more than lick them. Their bodies were powerful, from thick fingers I wanted inside my pussy to the massive thighs that rooted them to the floor like tanks.

With Ryston’s pale golden perfection and Maxim’s dark, rust and mocha skin, my eyes couldn’t adjust to the perfection before me.

No man should be this perfect. And I had two.

Maxim’s left arm, from his deltoid to his elbow, was covered in the strange silver circuits that Ryston had on the side of his face. On his darker skin, the marks of his captivity, of the Hive, stood out, like silver ink, defining every line of his muscle, the massive size of his arms.

I knew how strong he was, how he’d pulled apart my prison bars like they were warm wax. And that strength, so brutal and powerful, on both my men, made my body quiver in anticipation. Such strength, so much control.

I wanted to test that control. I wanted to push them. I wanted them so desperate to get their cocks inside me that they couldn’t think. Ryston’s face. Maxim’s arm. It wasn’t much, but the shimmering silver only made them more exotic. Sexy as fuck.

God, I’d always felt like a bit of a naughty girl, but these two, and their lust, made me feel like I was in heat. And I liked it.

This was going to be so much better than my own fingers under the darkness of the prison blanket. I wanted them both. I wanted them skin to skin, surrounding me. I wanted to be the cream filling in a Prillon cookie.

The rug was soft beneath my knees as I pulled them toward me…with their cocks. The gentlest pressure and they moved where I wanted them. These hulking males, with all their strength, they were mine.

I’d never felt so feminine, so powerful. So hot for sex I couldn’t breathe.

Who needed air when she could master a man’s body with one swirl of the tongue?

Leaning forward, I worked Maxim with my right hand while I took Ryston in my mouth, eager to know his taste.

He threw back his head and growled. Pleasure, intense and hot, rushed through the collars and Maxim jerked in my hand, feeling Ryston’s reaction just as I did. My pussy was already hot and wet, but the ache spread to my breasts where they hung too full, too hot and heavy and starving for touch as my core pulsed, closing around nothing. Empty.

I worked Ryston for a few moments before releasing him from my mouth to conquer Maxim, his darker flesh an erotic sight I was all too eager to sample.

With Ryston’s hard, damp flesh in my left hand, I took Maxim in my mouth in one fast, smooth stroke until the top of his cock bumped the back of my throat.

He remained stoic and unmoving, silent, but the flare of heat from him through the collar curled my toes and made me moan around his hard length.

“Gods.” Ryston moaned for all three of us and stepped forward to bury his fist in my hair. “Suck him hard, Rachel. Break him.”

The words were rough and demanding, and something primitive and needy rose within me in response to both his tone and the fist in my hair. I’d always preferred a man who took charge in bed, but this. I’d thought it would be Maxim who would take charge. He was the fucking Governor of Base 3. He had “take command” in his blood. But he was the stoic one, reserved. Ryston would dominate, but I wasn’t going to forget Maxim could be just as demanding if he wanted.

Shit. The more Ryston growled, the wetter I got.

I twisted my hand around Ryston’s cock, a little too hard, and he shoved forward into my rough touch as I pulled my head back and took Maxim deep over and over as fast as I could go, stroking the sensitive underside of his cock with my tongue.

They tasted different, hot and musky. They felt different in my mouth, the crown of Maxim’s head was broader, yet Ryston’s length was much thicker.

“Wrap me up, mate.” I squeezed and stroked. “Yes! Suck harder. Take him deeper.” Ryston’s dirty talk spurred me on until my breasts were bouncing with the back-and-forth motion of my body as I fucked Maxim with my mouth. He was a mountain of stone, a rock in the storm that was taking me and Ryston into a dangerous frenzy.

“Enough.” Maxim spoke. One word and I pulled back, freeing him with a loud slurp. I waited there, on my knees before him, unable to deny him, my body no longer my own, but his. My breath was ragged, my lips swollen, my nipples rock hard.

Maxim reached down and pulled me to my feet to claim my mouth in a kiss as tender and controlled as Ryston’s had been wild. With my breasts crushed to his chest, Maxim lifted me off my feet and held me in the air as he took his sweet time exploring my mouth with a thoroughness that left me breathless.

Just because he was quiet didn’t mean he wasn’t thorough. Demanding.

As Maxim kissed me, Ryston moved up behind me, his hands running over my back and legs, cupping and squeezing my ass as his lips trailed over my back and shoulders. “I want to eat her pussy,” he growled.

Maxim broke the kiss and shook his head. “No. You kissed her first. Her pussy is mine.”

“Hard-ass.”

Maxim nibbled on my lips as Ryston spoke from behind me. “Lift her legs around your hips so I can fill her ass with a plug. Then we can fuck her.”

So damn crude, but my body listened with a mind of its own as Ryston’s hand drifted low to cup my pussy from behind.

“Oh yes, Maxim. She likes that idea. Her pussy is so wet we could take her now.”

Maxim backed up and sat down on the bed. Reclining, he leaned back and pulled me forward on top of him, my knees settling on either side of his hips so I straddled him. His arm settled like a steel band over my back, positioning me so my ass was up for Ryston.

He lifted one hand to the base of my neck and wrapped my long hair around his fingers until it was tight, the sting making my body jerk in response to his control. I met his dark gaze. Yes, he was not one to be underestimated. He was just as dominant in bed as his second.

“Do it, Ryston.”

I didn’t have time to protest as Maxim pulled my mouth down to his and claimed me with a searing kiss. His rock-hard cock was trapped between us as I felt Ryston’s hand explore my bottom gently, then slip something very small inside my back entrance. I wiggled as something warm and wet filled me, as if he was squeezing lube into me for preparation. Maxim’s mouth and Ryston’s soothing words settled me and I surrendered to them both, to whatever they wanted or needed from me in the moment.

I needed to be enough for them. I needed to make them feel happy. Complete. Satisfied.

“Hold still, mate.” Ryston took away the bottle of lube, then his finger slid over and around my tight hole, spreading the warm liquid that felt like oil. “This ass is mine.”

The nerves there flared to life, making my body heat and perspiration coat my skin. It was dark and intense, so different, and I loved it. I sensed they wanted it too, and it allowed me to let go of any last inhibitions. I’d been bold to start and I would be bold still.

Maxim plunged his tongue deep in my mouth as Ryston slid a finger into both my ass and my pussy at the same time. A third finger moved forward over my clit and I tried to break away from Maxim’s kiss, a keen cry of need escaped my throat. Ryston, while gentle, demanded everything from me. They didn’t coax, they pushed right into bliss.

Maxim held me down and drank each of my cries of pleasure as if he owned them.

Ryston finger fucked me, carefully yet diligently, as Maxim held me down. In. Out. His fingers were long and thick and became a little rough as he felt the tension coil in my body.

“Our little mate is going to come all over my fingers.”

I tried to move, to shift my body forward and back, to make Ryston’s fingers plunge in and out of me at the pace I wanted. Needed.

But no. He set the pace.

An orgasm rose, so hot and tight and—

Ryston pulled away, leaving me empty and desperate to be filled.

I cried out, whimpered with need.

Once more, I tried to lift my head, but Maxim held me down, locked to him, his mouth on mine, his tongue inside me and damn if that didn’t make me hotter. Wetter.

Fuck.

“Our mate likes that, doesn’t she?” Ryston’s satisfied chuckle was followed by the sharp sting of his palm on my bare bottom.

I jerked as fire spread through my bottom, the heat going straight to my clit. I moaned and sucked on Maxim’s tongue, pulling him into me the way I wanted his cock.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Fire. Heat. My pussy quivering and pulsing with need.

I whimpered and Maxim tore his firm lips from mine. “Enough.”

Ryston chuckled, but his fingers settled on my ass and I felt the blunt, hard head of the anal plug from the box press forward gently. “So fucking bossy, isn’t he?”

Head buried in Maxim’s neck, I couldn’t help the panting breaths that left me as Ryston worked the plug into my body. It wasn’t big, not as big as his cock would be, but I felt full and stretched and so very, very naughty.

God, it felt good to be a bad girl. If I’d known it would be like this, I would have tried a bit of ménage back on Earth.

The plug slid deep inside with a pop and I bit down on Maxim’s shoulder with a groan. So good. But not enough. Even filled as I was, I felt empty. Desperate. Needy.

Tears welled in my eyes when I couldn’t contain the emotions, the desperation, the need.

Maxim lifted me and pivoted so that his head was near the edge of the bed. There was just enough room for my knees to rest as he settled my pussy over his mouth.

His tongue laved my clit for a few seconds and I dropped my head back on my shoulders as Ryston moved to stand in front of me, his cock right where I needed it to be to take him in my mouth.

Eager to push them both, I tilted my hips and ground my clit down on Maxim as I took Ryston’s huge cock in both hands and twisted gently, taking the head into my mouth and sucking hard, as hard as I wanted Maxim to work his magic on me.

He tasted so good, dark and slightly musky, yet potent. The feel of him, thick and almost pulsing, had me sucking in my cheeks, trying to pull the seed from him. A salty burst of pre-cum coated my tongue and I moaned at the flavor.

Maxim’s arms came up and pulled my pussy lips apart, holding me open as his tongue stabbed deep, mimicking what I hoped his cock would do soon, only so much deeper. His enjoyment of the task came through the collars in a fury of pleasure and I wiggled on his face, not caring if he could breathe. I needed him. I needed him so deep and so hard I’d never get him out.

With a moan of his own, Maxim lifted me off his mouth. Forced to let go of Ryston’s cock, Ryston pulled me up into his arms for a kiss. Maxim moved to sit on the edge of the bed. When Ryston settled me back down, it was to place me in Maxim’s lap as if I were being settled into a chair.

Maxim’s arms came around me to cup my breasts and his deep, gravelly voice made me squirm. “I’m going to fuck you now and fill you with my seed. And you’re going to suck Ryston’s cock, swallowing every drop of his.”

My gaze darted to Ryston and his eyes were filled with lust and desire and so much longing I could deny him nothing. “Yes.”

“Ryston.” At Maxim’s command, Ryston stepped forward and lifted me slightly so Maxim could position his cock at the entrance of my pussy. The plug in my ass had stretched me open, but also made my pussy tight, so damn tight.

Hands on my hips, and with some kind of unspoken communication between my mates, they lifted me up and down just enough to work my wet core over Maxim’s cock, taking me deeper and deeper each time.

“I…you’re too big,” I moaned, when it was too much. I was too stretched, he was going so deep. He was just too big.

“Shh,” Maxim crooned in my ear. With a gentle hand on my back, he said, “Lean forward. Yes, like that.”

“Oh,” I gasped, the shift in position had me sinking down on him all the way. The soft hairs on his strong thighs tickled the backs of my legs. With the plug in my ass, it was so tight. How was I ever going to fuck them both at the same time? I blinked, saw Ryston standing before me, stroking his cock and watching me take his friend, his governor.

A bead of fluid seeped from the tip and my mouth watered to taste him again.

Shifting my hips a little, I breathed and tried to relax, to allow my inner walls time to adjust to Maxim.

“That’s it. Good girl. Feel better?” Ryston asked. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I just watched that perfect pussy swallow Maxim’s cock. Just knowing it’s buried deep inside you has me close to coming. And the plug, God, I’m fucking jealous of a butt plug. Soon, mate. Soon. But first, suck my cock and we’ll all come together.”

The idea pleased both warriors. I felt it through my collar, the idea that we would find pleasure in each other’s bodies. The fact that we could be like this, so open, so wild, so feral, after just meeting.

We were perfect for each other and yet I realized I was what connected us all. When I leaned forward even farther, took Ryston’s cock in my mouth as I cupped his balls in my hand, rolled them gently, I began to lift and lower on Maxim’s cock. With his hands on my hips, he helped, fucking me on himself as he wanted.

The pleasure swirled between us. A slide of a cock, a lick, a suck. A groan, a plea. It was too much for me to take. My fingers were tingling, my skin heated, my breath coming in pants. My ass full, my pussy crammed. My mouth opened so wide.

I was a dirty girl. I was wild. This was everything I’d ever wanted but never knew I needed.

When Maxim’s hand reached around and flicked my clit, hard and swollen, I came. My screams were muffled by Ryston’s cock, but my pleasure pushed him over and hot jets of cum splashed my tongue. The salty essence I swallowed, again and again, taking in his own pleasure and merging it with mine. It was too much for Maxim and he gripped my hips, pulled me down and came with a harsh groan.

The feel of his seed hot and deep inside me set me off again. Without Ryston’s cock—he’d pulled it out and stroked my cheek—I cried out both their names, one after the other. I didn’t know who to say first, for while Ryston was Maxim’s second, they were both mine.

Equally. Yet when I felt their pleasure through the collars, it was even. We were all sated. Satisfied. Very well fucked.