And the whipping continued.

  With every hard smack, every painful second, I was thrown into a sublime state, the moment more surreal than before.

  Shandar moved onto the bed, draping his long hair across my breasts and stomach, tickling my skin.

  “I know you want to suck my cocks, have them fill your mouth and throat,” Braga stated.

  I opened my mouth wide as an answer, my hunger off the charts. How could anything be this incredible? Excitement surged through me as the spanking picked up in intensity, Kalek moving the strap in a practiced manner from one ass cheek to the other, shifting to my thighs then back down. I licked around the cockhead of his nubbed shaft, dragging my tongue through the string of pre-cum.

  “Gods, this woman,” Braga moaned, shifting his weight.

  Sucking on the tip, I pumped both dicks, rolling my hand up, squeezing near the tips. I was forced to close my eyes when Shandar licked between my breasts then moved down my stomach, inch by inch, slathering me with his saliva.

  “You are such a bad girl,” Kalek muttered and opened my legs wide.

  I wasn’t prepared for the way the leather stung my swollen pussy lips and I jerked, my body shaking.

  Kalek carefully smacked me in the same place and this time, the pain was almost overwhelming. In the next few seconds, I felt the cooling relief of Shandar’s mouth, sucking on my tender tissue, rolling his tongue so gently. I was stunned at the action, titillated from the sensations.

  “Don’t forget your duties,” Braga whispered, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth, his hands gripping and shifting my head to a slight angle.

  I relaxed my throat muscles as he slid even more of his shaft inside, until the tip hit the back of my throat. I heard the slapping sound a split second before the strap smacked my pussy, only this time I didn’t jump. I was in a lull, foggy, and thrilled with the pain. The slap came again then the heated mouth sucking, soothing. The combination was earthshattering, leaving me limp and wet, my pussy muscles clenching to the point I knew I’d come in seconds.

  The action was repeated several times until I screamed over the thick invasion in my mouth. My body was no longer my own, my heart racing, blood coursing through my veins. I sucked with vigor, rolling my tongue around Braga’s cock, my hand stroking and twisting.

  “Shit. I can’t…” He laughed then threw back his head, roaring as he let loose, erupting, cum filling my mouth.

  Shandar’s mouth engulfed my cunt, licking in a fevered motion, his tongue swirling around my clit. I felt slathered fingers filling my asshole, pumping, getting me ready for every man’s thick dick. Braga kept his cock inside my mouth as Shandar buried his head, sucking my juice. I was powerless, so filled and ready to come. I shifted my legs back and wide open, every part of me tingling. How could there be this much pleasure?

  The grunts issued from Shandar’s throat were savage and he thrust his fingers into my pussy, finding the right spot. There was no holding back, no way of stopping the earthshattering climax. Every muscle tensed as the orgasm rushed into me like a wild fire, igniting every synapse. As I tried to swallow Braga’s cum, moaning, my body pitching, the climax turned into a wave, one coming after the other.

  I have no idea how long they continued to lick, tongues brushing up and down my body, but I lay spent, my mind hazy, unable to focus. I was aware that Braga was lying beside me, his fingers intertwined with mine. Hands lifted me from the bed, placing me on top of Braga and within seconds his cock was buried inside my ass. “Yes…” Stars floated in front of my eyes as he shifted his groin, the move shoving his cock all the way inside.

  “My princess,” Shandar whispered then positioned himself on top, lifting my legs, wrapping them around his hips.

  I attempted to watch as he slid his long, throbbing, and very thick cock inside my pussy, but the combination was so incredible, a dichotomy of ecstasy and just enough pain to drive me to that point of floating.

  Using his powerful thigh muscles, Shandar controlled the round of sex, thrusting all the way inside then pulling up until the tip was just inside. He repeated the move again. And again. The force shoved me hard against Braga.

  Braga gripped my hips, jutting his pelvis up and together, the two men developed an almost perfect rhythm, pumping in wild and crazed motions.

  Kalek stepped onto the bed, his legs positioned astride both men. Very slowly he crouched down until he was able to slap the tip of his cock against my lips. “You will never forget about your other master.”

  Toying with his cock, I struggled to concentrate, licking and sucking, enjoying the slight control. Until Kalek refused to allow me any at all, driving his cock all the way inside. Both Shandar and Braga kept a strong hold, fucking me with wild abandon as I sucked on Kalek’s cock, my tongue rubbing across the nodules, electricity coursing through every inch of my body. I could no longer think clearly, had no desire to move. This was exactly where I was supposed to be.

  I was free, floating and so alive. I could tell all three men were close to coming, their bodies tensing, their actions even more savage. I heard Shandar’s breath sounds, the slight growl that continued like a dull hum, echoing in my ears. I squeezed my ass and cunt muscles as I rolled Kalek’s balls between my fingers, my mouth clamping down. The reaction from all three men was instantaneous and I felt the warm cum sliding into my throat, my ass and pussy. I gulped the sweetness of Kalek’s sperm, closing my eyes as my body convulsed, climaxing again.

  I’d never experienced such joy from ravaging sex, but I knew for Shandar, this was making love, about mating with someone he adored. As Kalek fell onto the bed, Shandar gazed into my eyes and for a few seconds, I could swear I noticed tears.

  Shandar gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his heated body as his chest heaved, his heart thumping. I palmed his skin, my fingers kneading, my nails scratching, and rested my head against his shoulder. I was breathless yet invigorated, sated yet hungering for more.

  “I do love you, Fiona.” He pressed his lips against my forehead, remaining still, as if he never wanted to move.

  But he did.

  Only seconds later he rose to his feet, positioning my legs around him as he pushed me against the wall, his other cock sliding easily inside. He yanked my arms up and over my head, his fingers clasping with mine, his hips grinding back and forth. His eyes remained wide open as he jutted his hips forward, using his muscles to power into me.

  The sound of my back thumping against the wall was mixed with his primal grunting as he drove deep inside. Beads of perspiration rolled down my face, pooling on top of my lips. I linked my feet together, whimpering. Moaning.

  He crushed my mouth with his, holding the stance, the tip of his tongue reaching the back of my throat. I kept my eyes closed as he rocked me, slamming my ass against the hard surface, pummeling into me with wild abandon. I was his captive. I was his mate.

  He was so voracious in his actions, becoming the passionate barbarian. I loved every second, the wild fucking, the clawing of nails, the breathless wonder. Breaking the kiss, he bit down on my neck, sucking my skin as I clung to him. I sensed the other men, my beautiful creatures hovering, waiting. They were still hungry, and they would have another turn.

  Shandar reared back, lifting me up and down, pummeling me on his cock, his massive arms shaking. I was nothing but a ragdoll and he was in total control. Knowing he was close to coming, I pulsed my cunt muscles and the effect was immediate, cum spewing deep into my womb.

  “Aahhh!” His deep howl penetrated the room, echoing.

  As he held me close, his hand on the back of my head, I draped my arms over his shoulders, trying to catch my breath. From where I was positioned in his arms, I could see the Earth, as if the entire sphere had moved by several thousand miles. Or perhaps the Airtak had moved closer to entering the atmosphere, preparing for the invasion. The thought was haunting, reminding me that however joyous my moments were with three sexy and honorable Cenzans, my entire world was about to change. Tears formed in my eyes and no matter how hard I tried, I was unable to blink them away.

  * * *

  Rugged. Handsome. Sculpted. I didn’t need any additional light other than the bright stars in order to study the sleeping man. We were a mere two inches apart, our space crowded by Braga and Kalek having stayed through the night. Braga’s body was positioned behind me, his hand resting on my hip, Kalek on the other side, one foot resting on the floor. The position allowed me to study Shandar, his voluptuous lips and long eyelashes, high forehead and pronounced cheekbones. Now that I knew he was half human, I could see the differences in his body as opposed to the others. They were subtle, almost undetectable, but I was able to tell. The skin tone was lighter, his bone structure slightly less pronounced.

  Very carefully, I kissed his lips, refusing to awaken any of them. I enjoyed the quiet time. In fact, sleep had been all but nonexistent, my worries and apprehension creating a continuous wave of nausea. Using just my index finger, I eased the hair out of Shandar’s eyes, daring to lean close and blow a single puff of air across his face. He stirred but remained asleep.

  I couldn’t get over the ominous premonition that had settled into the back of my mind. I was suddenly suffocated. Too much closeness. Too many heated bodies. I managed to crawl out of bed, standing at the foot, making certain none of them had awakened. Hearing slight snoring sounds, I was assured I’d have at least some time to myself. I stood by the window, watching the world turning on its axis, my head resting against the transparent shield. I wasn’t just peering out into the starry abyss through a window. The shield was heat and blast resistant, yet another protection afforded me given my status on the ship.

  I’d overheard Shandar’s conversation with one of the lieutenants after he’d thought I’d fallen asleep, as well as the subsequent discussion with Braga and Kalek. The soldiers on the ground had located not one but four distinct sources of poisoned food and while they’d destroyed the crops and manufacturing plants, they’d also put additional countries on notice that a battle was imminent. At least that’s what I’ve heard.

  And Shandar was deeply concerned.

  The entire concept became far too overwhelming, tears sliding down my cheeks yet again. I couldn’t be seen as weak, not for the soldiers who believed I was trustworthy or with the men I’d sworn more than just an oath to. I held my breath until I closed the door, moving into the bathroom. The light immediately turned on, the warm glow comforting, inviting, but to me, any light was harsh. As it should be. I couldn’t accept his decision to imprison the entire population without paying some horrific penance. That wouldn’t be fair.

  I choked on the word as I stared at my reflection. What the hell was fair at this point? Warfare of any kind? Shandar wasn’t to blame for what his father or grandfather had done. But was he cut from the same cloth? Would he turn into the monster I’d accused him of being? Someone had said over two centuries before that there was a thin line between love and hate. I understood the meaning much more succinctly than I had before.

  Choking back tears, I refused to fall into self-pity. I’d made my decision, my bed so to speak, and I was going to be forced to live with what I’d decided. My heart heavy, I wiped my tears, rubbing one hand then the other in a furious manner until my skin was red. “You are a hypocrite.”

  For some reason, saying the words out loud made me feel somewhat better. I practiced a plastered smile before turning on the water in the shower. I marveled at the design; the oversized cleansing area had only three sides, no curtain or door of any kind, and three separate showerheads. While water was rationed, at this moment, I didn’t give a shit. I was taking a long, hot shower.

  As if the water could rid me of my sins.

  I stood under the center showerhead, my eyes closed, relishing in the way the water rained down, blanketing me with popping beads. Steam rose almost immediately yet I remained chilled to the bone, shaking. I slapped my hands on the cool material that reminded me of marble, my mind spinning the story of design and manufacturing. The sick fact remained that I was doing anything to take my mind off the damning actions that would occur in just a few hours.

  “You escaped,” he said with a distinct tone as he wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking until I could look into his glistening orange eyes.

  “I’m sorry, sir.” Braga’s smile was always laced with kindness, the subtlety of his official actions just as damn sexy as his passionate demeanor.

  “Sir. I must admit, I do enjoy that word.” He chuckled as he licked up from the base of my neck to my ear, nipping my earlobe. He slid his other arm around me, caressing my stomach before crawling his fingers down to my groin. “Are you still wet?”

  “Always wet.” The way his stiff cocks pushed against my backside and the small of my back was just as exciting as the first time.

  “Allow me to find out.” He ground his pelvis back and forth as he used his leg to open mine. Brushing the tips of his fingers around my clit, he plunged the entire lengths inside, the force making me moan.

  “Yes… So bad.”

  “Wanting you? Craving you? Then I accept that,” he whispered, peppering my neck with kisses.

  For some reason, I tensed, and his body reacted the same.

  “What’s wrong, sweet slave?”

  “I’m afraid.”

  “Of?”

  “Today, the decisions Shandar will make.” I heard his deep sigh and when he surrounded me with both arms, I almost burst into tears again.

  “Listen to me, little one. I don’t know what you saw or were forced to endure on Earth yesterday, but I do understand your worry. You must place your trust in Shandar. He is not his father and never will be.”

  “But he’s required to invade, to destroy so much,” I whispered, biting my lower lip.

  Braga rubbed his chin across the top of my head. “He’s not required to do anything. Besides, he is what you call a rogue, preferring to balk protocol and especially the old regime. Have some faith and believe.”

  I heard the utter conviction and loyalty in Braga’s statement, could sense the brotherly type love he had, no matter what they called their emotions. I took some comfort in the words, even though I knew Shandar would refuse to divulge any details.

  “No more talk about politics or invasions. I have you all to myself perhaps for the last time.” His darkened words were said with a sensual husk, so alluring, drawing me in.

  I wiggled back and forth, grinding until he issued a series of moans. “Yes, sir.”

  He licked down the length of my neck then from one shoulder to the other, the nodules passing over my skin in such a provocative manner. My nipples were hard, so sensitive that as the water flowed over both, I quivered. Dragging his tongue down further, he used all ten fingers, following the trail of his tongue as it rolled down my spine.

  I leaned forward, pressing my face against the wall, issuing a series of whimpers as he dropped to his knees. He squeezed my buttocks, creating a stinging surge from the recent spankings, and yanked out my hips until he was able to slide his tongue into my pussy.

  “Oh… Yes!” I slapped the wall as a jolt of current rushed deep inside, jazzing every nerve ending. He was able to curl his tongue, thrusting inside, lapping my cream. My mouth hung open, my fingers trying to dig into the hard surface as he furrowed his tongue in as deep as possible. Dear God, I was going to come.

  He continued the actions as I lost feeling in my legs, no longer certain I was still standing. The water thumped over my back, rolling down on all sides, sweat beading along my hairline and the back of my neck. I clamped around his tongue then released, repeating the move until he smacked my ass, grunting as if reminding me he was in absolute control.

  I knew he’d stood, teasing me with both dicks, sliding them up and down the crack of my ass, but I was in a delicious fog. Suddenly, I was turned and lifted into the air, his hands firmly holding my buttocks and he pushed me against the wall. My legs were wide open, my shorn cunt in front of his face. While I struggled to find anything to hold onto, gasping as I stared in his commanding eyes, he began to eat, his lips and tongue working on my pussy lips and clit.

  “Oh. My. God.” The words were almost inaudible, and I slumped against the wall, my hands folded over my head and my toes pointed. He made exaggerated sounds as he licked up and down, swirling his tongue then repeating. As he thrust his tongue inside, plunging then furling, thrusting then licking, I could no longer think or speak. “Braga, I…”

  He grunted, blowing across my clit before resuming and as I opened my eyes to mere slits, the image of his long tongue created the wave, forcing the most intense orgasm I’d experienced yet. “Oh… Yes!”

  His fingers dug into my skin and he refused to let me go, savoring every drop, and licking the insides of my thighs, the event lasting several additional minutes. When he finally stood, he moved behind me, positioning his dicks. “I have waited to have this moment since I met you. I will protect you with my life. I will give you my soul.”

  He drove both throbbing shafts inside, the angle pushing me onto my toes, the power of the man leaving me tingling. I had no breath as the electricity surged, ravaging my entire system. For the next several minutes, he pumped in and out, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing. His callused hands caressed my breasts, pinching my nipples, the anguish and ecstasy the perfect combination. Sweat beaded along my lip. I was so hot, so wet, pretending this was another time, another place. With every brutal thrust, I was falling further in love.

  I hung my head, allowing water to cascade, watching the beads falling into the drain.

  And yes, they were still mixed with tears. Tears for the fallen humans, the murdered Cenzans, and for the treachery yet to come, but I loved this man. I loved all three men and I would lay down my life to keep them safe.

  May God forgive me.