I knew I couldn’t focus on my surroundings when her nipples hardened right before my eyes.
“Regent Bard was killed in yesterday’s attack,” Drogan told us both as he finished preparing the meal.
Lev paused with his mug of morning caffeine halfway to his lips. “At Viken United?”
I nodded. “I heard the news in the east. Did you see it happen, Drogan?”
“Yes. After we separated, I headed west. Regent Bard was coming from the transport center. He was with Gyndar when they were ambushed.” Drogan scooped food into bowls. “I was some distance away, but the regent was on the ground with a black arrow through his right eye. Gyndar knelt over him to assist, but there was nothing to be done.”
“An arrow through his eye? That wasn’t just a lucky shot,” I surmised. We were warriors. We knew what an intentional kill looked like.
“I saw it happen,” Drogan said, as he placed bowls in front of each of us, then went to retrieve his own. “The assassin took aim from a nearby balcony. He was waiting, as if he knew precisely where the regent was going to be. The attack was precise and well executed.”
I picked up my spoon, stirred the morning protein porridge. “So, someone wanted him dead. Was the attack on Viken United designed to kill the regent then, or to get to us?”
“Or Leah,” Lev added.
No one had an answer.
“We should remain here, in hiding, until Leah is carrying our child,” I said. “Perhaps by then we will know more.”
“I agree with the regent’s plan,” Lev added. “He wanted a unified planet. Apart, we were just bickering weaklings from the three sectors. Together, we can rule Viken. Teach our child to be a better man, a better leader than all of us.”
Drogan looked at our bride, sleeping peacefully on the bed. “It will not be safe for her until she has officially been claimed.”
Lev set down his bowl with a scowl. “We can’t bond with her until she is bred. That would give one of us an advantage in fathering the child.”
I swallowed a spoonful of the warm porridge. “Agreed. But as soon as she’s carrying our child, we will need to bond with her immediately. Which means we should focus more intently on her ass training. She took to the plug we used last night, even the larger one, but in order for us to have the official bonding ceremony, we need to take her at the same time. It is her tight, virgin ass that delays this.”
Drogan agreed. “Yes, politically it is the best way to keep the sectors satisfied, this bonding. It will keep her safe, even if we are separated. On a more personal note, it will keep Leah more satisfied, too, if she’s legally bonded to all of the men she fucks. Perhaps then the seed power will diminish some for her. She was insatiable, almost delirious with her need.”
“Being from Sector Two, Tor, you’re the one who most enjoys a good ass fuck,” Lev said with a grin.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “And you don’t?”
* * *
Leah
“I do not see the need for this,” I whispered to Tor.
He cupped my elbow and led me across the lush field between the various buildings. The men called them huts, but it seemed my idea of that term and a Viken’s was vastly different. They were not huts as I’d seen on Earth. They were more like cabins in the woods. Rustic and simple looking on the outside, but well-constructed with modern amenities such as kitchens and bathrooms on the inside. So much was different here. This was a race of interstellar travelers, with spaceships and technological advances I couldn’t begin to dream of… yet they chose to live like this. To cook their meals on stoves and bathe in real water when a number of races had devices that would clean them without ever touching a hair on their bodies.
We’d ridden in a simple boat from where I’d been transported from Earth to this place. A bridal training center! A training center for fucking. The men said it was for recalcitrant mates. I wasn’t recalcitrant. Hesitant, definitely. Headstrong, absolutely. When Lev had spanked me yesterday for not obeying him in the boat, I’d been stunned. Shocked that he’d actually followed through with his discipline. It had hurt!
But it had also given me permission to hurt, to stop bottling up my fear and my pain. I was shocked that he’d spanked me, but even more surprised by my reaction. I liked that bite of pain. I liked being forced to let go. I’d debated for the last couple of hours what I might do to earn another punishment at Lev’s hands in the future. I’d cried and kicked and screamed, and I’d let it all out, all the poison inside me. I felt free and empty now, no longer afraid or tense. I was wrung out and exhausted by the whole experience, but I knew I wanted to feel that sting again. I was counting on it to help me hold myself together. I was counting on them, my mates, to hold me together, to make me stronger and keep me safe. I was falling in love with them, depending on them, trusting them… and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.
I had a feeling Lev had gone easy on me, and that there was more, if I wanted it. More pain. More leashed darkness inside me. I wasn’t ready to face that yet, but there was something about these men that made me think about things I never had before. They also made me ridiculously horny, eager to fuck and accept sexual needs I had never dared to imagine before coming here, before being matched to three such powerful and dominant men. They were addictive, a drug I didn’t want to live without.
They called it seed power, the chemicals in their seed that made me eager for them. It seemed absolutely ludicrous, but the reaction was hard to deny. Even now, I was dripping wet, my pussy swollen and achy for my men’s cocks.
I’d woken up in the middle of the night and begged to be fucked. God, I blushed just remembering how wantonly I’d behaved. I had even loved having the bigger plug put in my ass.
Yes, I was not the same woman who had left Earth. I was not that conservative city councilman’s daughter any more. I was wild and wanton, and I didn’t care. Right this moment, I didn’t care.
Tor led me through the huts, his large hand completely enveloping my own in his gentle hold. I wore a new gown, similar to the first that my mates had destroyed in their eagerness to take me, but a different color. The last one had been a rich, vibrant green. This one was a dark, earthen brown that reminded me of a bear’s fur. Tor had dressed me to match him. And as he’d walked with me along the well-tended garden paths between huts, he’d told me the cost, in Sector One, of growing up without a family. He’d kissed me like a drowning man desperate for air, and had vowed to never leave me, or the child they were trying so hard to plant in my womb. The vehemence in his eyes convinced me he meant every word.
We walked in silence for a short while, but I could tell something worried my mates. Lev would never tell me what was going on. I knew that. He would simply expect me to trust him to take care of it. Drogan? Well, he would tell me, if I asked, but I already knew he would choose his words carefully. He was the diplomat, the one who kept the peace between them, and he never spoke without considering his words. But Tor? Tor would tell me the truth.