Chapter One
Saige
She stared at the wall of male flesh in front of her and fought back a wave of panic.
Lady Zey had outdone herself. Saige feared her usual tricks wouldn’t work this time. She could almost smell the heat emanating from the huge alien warriors standing in the doorway. She desperately wanted to scoot into the farthest corner of the enormous bed and curl up into a ball. It took all her courage to stay where she was, draped enticingly across it.
“Keir and Khaun are first-time visitors to the Rapture Dome. I assured them you would fulfill their every desire.” Lady Zey spoke in a low, seductive tone but her eyes were cold as she stared down at Saige. “If they aren’t happy with your services, I’ve given them permission to punish you any way they choose.”
“There’ll be no need for punishment, I assure you.” Saige pasted a smile on her face. “I’m a lucky girl! I have the pleasure of entertaining two powerful, handsome males tonight.” She bowed her head to the Dome mistress. “Thank you, Lady Zey.”
Fuck you, Lady Zey. She wanted to scream the words out loud. Zey was hoping she’d freak out. Saige vowed she wouldn’t give the bitch the satisfaction of seeing how terrified she was.
She tried to calm herself with a few deep breaths, and her eyebrows rose. It hadn’t been her imagination. There was a distinctive aroma emanating from them. Not the unpleasant stench of her usual patrons – unwashed aliens who rushed to the Dome straight from a long day at work, their pockets brimming with minecoin markers to spend. This was a different scent. One her conscious mind had no name for, though her body seemed to recognize it. The tantalizing aroma wafted around them, like an invisible cloud. The moment she’d drawn the first breath of it into her lungs, her pussy had clenched. And that never happened. Never.
Lady Zey headed for the door then turned back. “You can take your time seeing to their pleasure. They’ve purchased you for an entire rotation cycle.” Saige swore the malicious smile on the Dome mistress’s face lingered in the room, like that of Alice’s Cheshire cat, even after the ominous thud of the door closing behind her died away.
She banished the memory of a cherished childhood tale, gave herself a mental kick in the pants, and got to work.
“My lords,” she murmured, sliding off the bed. Gathering the skirt of her deep-crimson gown in both hands, she bowed her head and gave them a curtsey. Long and low, to assure they had a good look at the swell of her breasts spilling over the low-cut bodice.
“Welcome to the Rapture Dome. I am Saige, your consort for the evening. It is my honor to serve you. May I offer you a drink? The Dome offers a wide assortment of beverages. Perhaps a mug of Dornian ale? Or a goblet of honey mead from Namindia. The bees there feed on moonflower nectar. It’s said to be an aphrodisiac.”
A huge hand appeared in front of her, palm up. Waiting for her to put hers in it, like a Renaissance nobleman escorting her to the dance floor. “Please rise, Saige. My brother and I appreciate your warm welcome.” The voice was low and husky, sending a little shiver through her. “We would enjoy a drink, as long as you’ll join us. The honey mead sounds appealing. We Tharans love moonflowers. We find even the scent of them highly erotic – though with a consort as beautiful as you are, we will have no need for an aphrodisiac tonight.”
The outstretched hand still hovered before her. Such courtesy was rare in the Rapture Dome. Saige took it, and long fingers clasped around hers. She gasped as a bolt of lightning shot straight to her core.
She rose to her feet unsteadily and stared down at the hand. There was nothing remarkable about it. Unlike the hands of some of the scaly, reptilian-based life forms she’d been forced to spend time with, it had five fingers covered in smooth, warm skin. The alien’s hand looked and felt just like hers, except for a faint purple tint to the skin marking its owner as hailing from the planet of Tharon.
She’d spent quite a bit of time with females from their world, but she’d never met a Tharan male before. She struggled to examine her body’s reaction to him with clinical detachment. How very strange. She could feel his heart beating. Every rhythmic pulse sent a spark of arousal pouring through her. Straight to her clit, now pulsing in tandem with his heart.
Saige shook her head. Something was wrong. She’d never had any physical response to an alien customer other than revulsion. She didn’t even respond sexually to human males.
“Please, my lords, take a seat. I’ll fix us a drink and you can tell me all about yourselves – and your world.” She drew her hand away casually, waving at an L-shaped seating arrangement, covered with cushions, on the wall across from the bed, then headed for a built-in cabinet in the corner of the room holding an assortment of beverages.
She’d been careful not to look her new customers in the face. She found it was easier that way. She called all of them “my lord” and kept her eyes downcast. Acting like a proper slave. They thought she was being deferential, when in truth she couldn’t bear the sight of any of them.
But there was something different about these two. Something that drew her in even though it triggered her apprehension. The shiny metal interior of the cabinet reflected the room behind her, and Saige took her time preparing their drinks, using the opportunity to study the males she’d been sold to for the night.
The one who had taken her hand said they were brothers. She found it easy to believe. They were built the same. Even dressed alike, in black pants and skin-tight silvery metallic shirts that showed off their powerful arms and outlined every sculpted ab. One of them sat on the short side of the L-shaped banquette, the other near the middle of the longer side. They’d chosen their places deliberately. It was obvious they expected her to sit between them.
Between those massive chests with muscles rippling every time they moved. These Tharans are bigger and stronger than Earther males. I wonder if they always take their women together. The one who held out his hand could wrap those long fingers around both my wrists at once and hold me down easily, leaving his other hand free to slide up under my skirt while his brother fondles my breasts. Her pussy clenched again.
Saige shook her head, as though she could toss the thought out. What in the world was wrong with her? She never indulged in fantasies about her alien customers. The idea of actually having sex with any of them disgusted her. It must be the alluring scent wafting around these two. Even across the room, she could pick it up. She was reacting like a bitch in heat.
Her eyes traveled up past their chests, and she stifled a gasp. Strong square jaws, chiseled cheekbones, piercing blue eyes. Bald heads with their faint purple hue glistening in the soft light. Identical bald heads. Identical ruggedly handsome faces.
Not just brothers. Twins. I wonder if their cocks are identical too. She found herself staring at a prominent bulge in the crotch of the one facing the mirrored surface and dragged her eyes away. A wave of anxiety hit her as the shocking thought registered in her brain. Were they exerting some kind of mental control over her? Implanting these unwelcome fantasies in her brain? She’d have to be especially vigilant around these two.
Normally, she was able to steer her mind far away from the crude anatomical details of her job while spending time with the males she was forced to entertain. She’d been an expert at “checking out” as her instructors called it, long before she signed on with the Interstellar Federation. She’d developed her own version of the technique years ago, before she was introduced to it as part of her training at the Academy. When she was younger, it had been the key to surviving with her sanity intact. Unfortunately, when the Federation’s mission to map an unexplored quadrant of space ended badly, she hadn’t been able to send her body somewhere else the way she could send her mind.
Tonight, she’d have to forgo her favorite method of escape. Staying present during this ordeal would make it much worse, but she couldn’t risk losing control of the situation.
Hands shaking, she poured two goblets of mead with a heavy hand, diluting the third liberally with water. It was part of her strategy. Tipsy customers were easier to handle – as long as they didn’t turn into mean drunks. She’d empty her own glass quickly then offer to refill theirs along with hers several more times. With any luck, liquor would make these two easily manipulated rather than aggressive. She’d bare her tits at the proper time, let these aliens ogle her, then persuade them to jack off in front of her.
So far, her strategy had worked. She pled ignorance of alien ways and asked her customers to “teach” her how to please them. Saige encouraged them to tell her their dirtiest fantasies as they demonstrated exactly what they wanted her to do to their cocks. She’d offer to show them how human females liked to be touched in return. As they talked, she’d hike her skirt up, slide a hand between her legs, and writhe around a little. They’d watch her intently while they stroked or squeezed or jerked. Once they started talking, it was just a matter of letting them arouse themselves. Usually they were so horny, if she faked a few encouraging gasps and moans when they got to the part of their fantasy that turned them on the most, they exploded.
Sometimes, she had to let them fondle her tits while they jacked off, especially the aliens with multiple arms she needed to keep busy. One of them, a young Jagaran who was surprisingly strong considering the diminutive size of his species, grabbed her hand and made her slide it up and down his skinny little shaft until he shot cum all over the bunched-up skirt of her gown.
If she timed things right, by the time a customer orgasmed, his session was over. She’d usher him out while promising to tell his friends what an incredible lover he’d been. He couldn’t tell anyone the truth without looking like a fool, so even though he might have felt scammed, he kept his mouth shut.
So far she’d never had to fuck a customer. The downside was that she’d heard more than she ever wanted to over the last few months about kinky alien sex practices.
None of her customers ever came back, but she never lacked for business. As the only human consort in the Dome, she was in great demand as a novelty item. She knew Lady Zey had her suspicions of what went on. Clearly, she’d set up this all-night session to ferret out the truth.
Saige saw the twins exchange a quiet word, then glance her way. Time to get to work.
She put the goblets on a hammered brass tray and headed back across the room. Placing the tray on a low table, she knelt on the floor between them and offered each one a goblet of mead. Then she picked up her own glass and raised it in the air.
“May I prevail upon one of you to indulge me in an Earther custom and offer a toast?”
The twin on her left leaned forward. “Gladly. If you will indulge us and toast as we Tharans do.” His voice was as low and deep as his brother’s. He twined his arm around hers, bringing his goblet to her lips while drawing hers to his own. “To an evening unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.”
Damn. She couldn’t refuse to drink from his goblet without insulting him or rousing his suspicion. But as soon as he sampled his own mead, he’d know she watered hers down. Would he react with amusement – or anger?
Saige had to tip her head up for her lips to reach the rim of the glass he held and for a brief moment, her eyes locked with his. Images poured into her brain. Images of their powerful masculine bodies towering over her, with her on her knees in front of them. Stark naked. I have to please them in every way they want tonight – or they’ll punish me. Her pussy clenched again then flooded. His nostrils flared as though he’d picked up the scent of her arousal, and his eyes darkened with lust.
She gasped and broke eye contact, staring into the depths of the brimming goblet in front of her. Saige took a deep breath, then sipped the potent liqueur. A sweet trail of fire trickled down her throat. Bursts of another kind of heat danced along her skin everywhere her arm touched his, mixed with the mead, and coursed through her straight to her core.
His body loomed over hers as he leaned forward to take a sip from the goblet she held. She breathed his intoxicating essence into her lungs, shivering as her nipples hardened into tiny peaks. I’m in big trouble.