He nodded just as a buzzing sounded in the ship’s systems.
“Commander Karter, this is Battleship Karter. Please respond.”
“This is Karter,” I barked into my helmet.
“Sir, you need to get to the transport room as quickly as possible for an incoming transport.”
I looked at Bard, who shook his head. We were in agreement.
“I told you, no incoming transports. This ship is running on power reserves and is still in danger.” When the voice through the comms remained silent, I continued, “Explain. The Varsten has been attacked. The entire battlegroup has been compromised. The ship is not safe for non-essential personnel. Again, no one is to come here but warriors or medical crew, as ordered.”
“I understand, Commander, but the transport system is still operational. My apologies, I couldn’t stop them.”
Couldn’t stop who? “What are you talking about? Get to the point. I’m busy.”
“I tried to stop them, sir, but it was too late.”
“Too late?” As a commander I had learned to dread those words. “Too late to stop what?”
“Your bride, Commander. The Interstellar Brides Program on Earth pinged your location via the transport system and initiated transport to Battleship Varsten automatically. Your bride is mid-transport. I cannot reroute her without risking her life.”
“My what?” My mind refused to process his words. It simply was not possible.
“Your Interstellar Bride, Commander. Congratulations, sir. She will arrive in the next few minutes.”
4
Erica Roberts, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth
* * *
It was like I was a sex goddess and they worshipped me.
This was like the Hallelujah chorus and a porno combined with lots and lots of wine. I was relaxed and sweaty, and there were multiple hands and mouths and cocks. A mouth was sucking on my nipple. A cock was buried deep in my pussy, filling me just shy of too much. I had a cock fucking my ass.
I realized the strange whimpering sound I heard was me.
“Easy, mate,” the deep voice said. “We’ll give you what you need.”
Oh good, because I needed to come. Really hard and right now. I’d never been this wound up, this… passion-filled. Aggressive. Desperate. Out of control.
Oh my god. No wonder sex had only been good before. I’d been missing out… on an extra man.
I couldn’t see him. Either of them. I didn’t care. It was a dream, I knew. A fabulous dream I never, ever wanted to wake up from. At least until they made me come. And they would.
“More. Harder.” Was that my voice all breathy and forceful?
When hands gripped my hips and a cock drove into me just as I’d requested, I cried out, the sound mixing with the slapping of flesh on flesh.
“When you come, mate,” the voice belonged to the mate behind me, the other one was too busy claiming my mouth, shutting me up, swallowing my cries of pleasure. “Your pussy will milk the cum from his cock. It will mark you as his and fill you up so there’s no chance you aren’t bred.” Another nip to my shoulder and I gasped. “You will wake in the morning with our baby growing in your belly.”
I—she—writhed. A baby?
Did I want that? This woman did. God did she, the dirty talk was getting me—her—closer and closer to the brink. And yet, it wasn’t me. This wasn’t me. The woman was someone else, these mates, they belonged to her. They weren’t mine, but I was feeling their desire, sharing their pleasure. Knowing how good it would be with my own mates. It was as if I’d taken over their sexy times. As if it were an interactive porno.
The hands on my hips tightened almost painfully as the pace of fucking intensified. My primary mate broke off the kiss to rumble in my ear. “Don’t worry, my balls are so full of cum for you. We’ll be at you all night if that’s what it takes. You want my baby, mate. The collars don’t lie. I’m going to fill you up with seed. You’re ours, mate. Come for us, take what you want, take it all.”
I did, the orgasm so intense I couldn’t scream, couldn’t move, my muscles tense. Taut. The cock pistoned inside me as I did milk it, trying to take it impossibly deeper, to keep it inside me as if it belonged there. I needed his seed, his claim, his baby.