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Umiko “Mikki” Tanaka, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth

Warriors surrounded me,not just the two touching me, but more stood, watching, from the edges of the room. They were chanting something, the deep rumble of combined voices making me feel… safe. It seemed weird, but somehow those warriors were sworn to protect me now. With their lives, if necessary. They were hard-ass alien fighters who battled the Hive. Their protection was no joke. There were nine of them surrounding us, and my mate had chosen them himself, had them swear an oath to protect me no matter what happened to one of my mates.

How I knew this fact, I couldn’t say, but the body I was living in for this dream—or whatever it was—didn’t care. In fact, she was totally excited by the prospect of having her mates claim her in front of all these witnesses…

Wait? What the hell?

Claimher? With witnesses?

Like, stick their cocks in my—no, in her body and—

“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”

Primary male? What the hell was going on? And why, oh why, was I so damn hot? One man—no, not a man but an alien, for this was part of the whole testing thing I was going through, I was sure of it now—one alien had his mouth on my nipple, suckling. The other had his hands on my hips, moving lower, positioning his rock-hard cock at the entrance to my pussy as he spoke.

This body—my body, at the moment—was so out-of-control insane for the alien that I—she—squirmed, trying to force him to take her. I arched my back, giving more of my breast to the other alien who knelt beside us. I was surrounded by my mates, their lust for me blasting through my mind in some kind of weird, psychic dream sharing.

I knew what they wanted somehow. I could feel them inside my mind. And their lust, their pure, unfiltered need for me, was making me—no, her—making her lose her damn mind. She was way out of control, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop her from begging.

“Do it. Take me. God, please,” I begged. No, she begged. Not me.

The second male released my breast, and I pouted until he moved behind me, his cock sliding along the soft seam of my ass, positioning himself to ensure I would take both of them inside my body at the same time. I wanted that. Badly. Desperately. I was so out of my mind I couldn’t think enough to form words. They were mine, these warriors. Mine. I wanted everyone to know it. I wanted everyone to watch me claim them.

“Mate, you must accept us before we can claim you. Do you accept my claim?”

He wanted me to talk? Again? Was he insane? The body I was in came alive at the command in his voice, my pussy practically pulsing with the need to be filled.

The chanting grew louder, and I wondered just how intently the extra warriors were watching this exhibition in sexual insanity? Me? I wasn’t into public displays, but apparently, at the moment, what I wanted didn’t matter because the woman whose body I was inhabiting like a ghost spoke up anyway.

“I accept your claim, Warriors.”

“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine, and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”

Kill?

Wasn’t that a bit extreme?

“May the gods witness and protect you.” The other warriors, the watchers, spoke as one, like in response to some kind of church sermon, as the warrior in front of me thrust deep, impaling me on his cock. I gasped.

Behind me, the second pushed forward, and my body went on tilt as an orgasm threatened to rocket through me. I was going to scream when it happened. I could feel it building in this body’s—my—throat.

No.

Just no.

No. No. No.

It wasn’t that the two aliens taking me weren’t hot as hell. I wanted that orgasm almost as much as I wanted to breathe, but not like this.

I didn’t do peep shows, and I didn’t get down and dirty in front of other people.

Just no.

I gasped as the second cock filled me. There. The orgasm started, and I teetered on the edge, fighting it, holding it back. I would not scream in release in front of—

The scene faded, and I sighed in relief. Thank God. I couldn’t do that. I just… no. No.


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