Chapter Thirteen
The journey back to Draegira was uneventful, but enjoyable. Both brothers made sure to check on multiple occasions that they weren’t being followed by any Earthen forces. Jada was given the chance to finally catch up with her parents and give them both the true story of what she went through while in President Ramsey’s clutches.
Even as she told the story, she shivered, haunted by the events of her past. Many times she had to pause, glazing over several details in order to not worry them so.
Bruddis took out a first aid kit, treated her mother’s cuts and bruises, and incredibly, they were all gone in less than a day. He took special care with the graze on Jada’s arm, babying it so much that she protested, earning a hefty swat to her backside that quickly quieted her.
Throughout the journey, Jada found herself constantly reminded of the man who had taken her, his knife on her throat, his gaze on her when she had been stuffed inside that cage, and it left her reeling. She yearned for her men’s hands, for them to take away the sickening feeling of what happened to her. She wanted their marks on her skin. Despite their careful watch over her, she hid her feelings and instead tried to focus on distractions and her family. It didn’t seem to help all that much.
One evening as she lay cuddled in Bruddis’ arms, enjoying the feel of his hard body against her curves, she decided to ask him about all the Draegiran technology she’d seen in the time she’d been kidnapped. It was jolting to see it all, especially when the planet she’d grown to love and called home did not showcase their technology in the way Earth did.
“Draegirans like to live simply. We find life more beautiful that way, but we also understand we need to be able to defend ourselves. We have spaceships that are second to none, weapons that little know about because we find it’s better to surprise the enemy, rather than having them know what to expect. We keep this technology hidden from daily life. It is our way,” he replied. “Isn’t it much more beautiful and satisfying to ride a dragon on the winds rather than a plane, surrounded by the ugly noises of a gas engine?”
“Indeed, it is,” she whispered.
A few days later, the planet of Draegira was in their sights. Jada breathed deeply and sighed, happy tears edging the corners of her eyes.
“Welcome home, my queen,” Draego said.
“Welcome home, my warrior,” Bruddis added and the two of them folded her hands in theirs. She smiled and dropped her head.
“I love you, my kings,” she replied.
She squeezed her fingers around theirs and pulled them close and they both draped an arm around her waist as they entered Draegira’s atmosphere. When they eventually landed, she finally let go of their hands and followed them as they made preparations to leave the ship. Looking out the window and seeing the glorious white rock city awaiting her return, she couldn’t help but smile in delight.
She was home again. Safe.
The next few hours passed quickly. First, the group was greeted with a smorgasbord of food, including foreign and Draegiran fruits and pastries, along with a variety of meats, cheeses, and wines.
Jada grinned and took her own goblet of delicious of red wine, sipping it slowly as she watched the enchantment that passed over her parents’ faces. Since the king has passed in the time that she’d been away, the brothers decided that her family would take the king’s quarters and that they would keep their own.
Her father had tried to protest, but even she knew that once her kings decided on something, that it was useless to try to fight it. Her mother blushed prettily beside him and Jada couldn’t stop admiring how her skin had healed flawlessly. Her lip had come together beautifully and her bruises disappeared entirely.
Her mother met her eyes and smiled.
When the midday meal had ended, everyone retired to their respective rooms, exhausted from the long journey, or at least that’s what her men said.
Once they rounded the corner to their chambers though, they perked up and almost lifted her off the floor as they took her upper arms in their clutches, propelling her forward and into the bedroom as quickly as they could. The door shut behind them with a resounding click and Jada was left with a pounding heart and trembling legs, as she waited for what was to come.
“You’ve been hiding from us, Jada,” Bruddis scolded and she stared at the floor, knowing he was right.
“I want you naked, my queen,” Draego began, his tone dark and seductive, and she felt her pussy clench tightly in response.
That day, she was wearing a simple white wrap dress and even though it was incredibly easy to put on, her hands still shook with nervous anticipation as she tried to untie the sash around her waist. After what seemed like ages, she untied the bow and the dress draped open. With a shrug, she felt the fabric slip down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The air from the open window caressed her frame, still chilly but warmer than she last remembered. She hadn’t needed her mantle once today.
Maybe winter was over after all.
“Kneel,” Bruddis commanded and she automatically fell to her knees, his order reverberating through her bones. She needed to obey, needed to submit.
She desperately needed their hands on her once again.
Images of the cage haunted her, of having a knife pressed to her throat and a gun trained on her heart. She needed her men to chase those memories away, and remind her of their love, their touch, and their discipline when she needed it.
She wanted her body branded with it, their rough palms tattooed across her backside.
“My dragons, my sirs,” she breathed and the two men drew in shallow, but loud gasps at her words.
“Yes, my queen?” Draego asked, his tone causing her to shiver.
“I…” she began.
“Need a reminder of who’s the boss in this relationship? To never hide your true feelings from us ever again?” Bruddis finished, almost as if he could read her mind.
“Yes, Masters,” she breathed quietly, brave enough to meet both of their eyes.
“What do you need? Do you need to be spanked? Do you need more than that?” Draego coaxed and she lifted her chin to meet his eyes.
“I need you to make everything in my head disappear,” she replied softly, as courageously as she could.
Both brothers stared down at her for a long moment as if deciding what to do next.
“Bruddis, why don’t you take our wife over your knee and remind her who in charge here on Draegira, remind her to never put herself in danger ever again, especially when it comes to jumping off Earthen spaceships, quite possibly to her death. I’ll bring the message home and whip our little naughty wife with my belt. How does that sound?”
Jada’s heart hammered in her chest. Her men had threatened her many times with the belt, but she had never actually felt it caress her naked cheeks.
“The belt?” she whispered, suddenly becoming increasingly nervous.
Observing with bated breath, she watched as Draego dropped his hands to his waistband. He gripped the leather hide in his fingers, sliding it through the clasp slowly, almost for dramatic effect and it worked. Her pussy clenched and her bottom tensed, almost as though she could feel it whipping across her backside.
“Please,” she pleaded, unsure of herself.
Draego paused and met her eyes, but not before pulling the belt from the loops of his slacks and folding it over in his hands.
“Do you trust us, little human?” he asked, searching her eyes deeply then.
Her nipples pebbled under his gaze and she could feel her arousal beginning to seep from her core.
Finally, she nodded, although still nervous about receiving the discipline from the belt hanging by his side.
“Will it hurt?”
He smiled and nodded. “But it will make you forget. You need to be punished, my queen and your kings will decide when that backside of yours has had enough, do you understand?”
Bruddis sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Come now, wife. It’s time for your discipline to begin,” Bruddis declared and she moved toward him, crawling forward on her hands and knees. He offered his arm and helped her up, guiding her forward so that she bent over his right thigh. His other leg snaked over the back of hers, locking her body into place so she couldn’t kick, struggle, or escape.
“You asked to forget, wife,” he said, dragging his fingertips across her bare skin. Her bottom clenched, nervously awaiting the beginning, middle, and end of everything she had asked for.
His palm spread wide, squeezing her right bottom cheek in his grasp. In that moment, she felt entirely vulnerable and completely at the mercy of her husbands, and even though she knew that very soon, she’d be begging and pleading for their forgiveness, she also realized that she needed it. She needed the punishment to help her let go of the past, to finally free her of the incredible weight of everything she’d been put through.
She knew that a spanking would help.
“Tell me to begin. Ask me for it, beg me,” he ordered, and her core pulsed with need.
Her mouth felt dry, her body tense, but she knew she needed this. She needed her bottom to burn, tears to fall, and to let go of everything that had happened over the past week or so. She didn’t need to be punished, she needed to be cleansed and a good hard spanking at the hands of her husbands would certainly deliver that need.
Lifting her bottom just a hair, she arched her back and Bruddis groaned softly in approval.
“Spank me, Sir, remind me that I’m yours. Please punish me hard,” she begged, and he didn’t disappoint. His palm cracked down hard against her left cheek and then her right, quickly pushing whatever was at the forefront of her mind away, leaving only the spanks descending on her poor, defenseless backside.
He didn’t hold back, that much was clear. As the spanking continued, she realized he had been much gentler before, hadn’t truly begun to discipline her till now. He truly meant business. Her hips wagged from side to side, unconsciously trying to avoid the heavy spanks, but all was for naught. His hand was huge, relentless, and wide enough so that when he spanked one side, it covered the entirety of each cheek. He didn’t only spank her bottom, but made sure to include the tops of her thighs, which quickly forced her into a very submissive state of mind.
He peppered her ass with what felt like a thousand hard, thuddy spanks, and then wound his arm around her waist, lifting her up even higher than before.
“Arch your back. I want to punish those pretty little sit spots of yours, so that every time you sit down tomorrow, you’re reminded of who owns you, my queen,” he demanded, and she whined in response.
With a strangled cry, she slowly lifted her hips and Bruddis spanked the place where her bottom met her thighs with such fervor that a cry caught in her throat. Tears threatened to fall and she tried to hold back, but the sting from his palm was ever present.
When he grasped her bottom cheeks and spread them wide, she whimpered, not sure what to expect next. After a long moment, his fingers found her tight hole and grazed over it, before slapping down hard over top of it.
Her body reacted violently, the pain overwhelming at first, but then it transformed into pleasure and desire like no other. It was also embarrassing and shameful, and she cried out loud when he repeated the motion several times.
“Such a bad girl, look at this naughty hole. I’ve never had to punish my woman as severely as you deserve, little human,” he said, and her body shuddered.
The tears threatened more wildly.
He let go of her bottom cheeks then and resumed spanking her, faster this time, giving her less and less time to take in the pain and it quickly overwhelmed her.
“Let go of your tears, my queen. Your spanking won’t end until I hear your cries, until you apologize for worrying me so, for hiding your pain and for endangering yourself, little human,” Bruddis said quietly and she whined in response.
She wanted it to stop, but then again, she didn’t.
The spanks grew harsher, more intense and despite her efforts to hold back, tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Her bottom burned, her pussy ached, her core pulsing with need and she reached down, holding on to his ankle, yet lifting her bottom up for more.
Freedom. Light. Hurt. Love.
She felt it all, needed and craved every second, loved the fact that her bare backside was bearing the physical mark of her husband’s love. She cried then and let the memories of the past go free, and hardly noticed that his spanks had slowed, that his fingers were squeezing her punished flesh roughly, drifting closer and closer to the arousal pooled between her thighs.
“Good girl. Almost done, just the belt left and then you’re going to get fucked good and hard,” Bruddis coaxed, lifting her from his knees and depositing her hips over top a mound of pillows. Her eyes teary, she realized she was in the center of the bed. Bruddis sat beside her and placed a hand on her lower back.
He was going to hold her still.
Did she need to be held down? Was the belt that much of a difficult and painful punishment? Despite her fear, her pussy ached to be touched and flowed with her juices, clearly enjoying the fact that she was being punished.
Draego snapped the belt beside her and she shivered.
He laid the cool leather across her backside and she stilled.
“I’m going to paint this pretty backside of yours with red stripes. I will decide when you have been adequately punished. Now tell me, after your spanking over Bruddis’ knee, are you sorry for scaring the two of us? For making us fear your death, despite the bravery of your act? Do you know how I felt when I saw you jump off that ship? How I would feel if we had lost you?” Draego scolded and she couldn’t help but be caught up with the power of his words.
“Second, I want to remind you that we are here to support you, wife, and that includes telling us when you need us. I know the events of the past few days have been very rough on you, but I want you to be comfortable with telling us when you’re feeling sad or mad, or even when you’re happy,” Draego added. He paused then and glided the tips of his fingers across her cheek. “I also want to tell you that Bruddis and I are deeply sorry for not believing you about the murder in the first place. We didn’t realize that what happened on Earth could follow you here and could put you in such incredible danger. I’m sorry we couldn’t protect you from Ramsey, but you’re here now, and I want you to know that you will forever be ours, no matter what happens.”
“Please, Masters, I need this,” she whimpered, feeling the effect of his words deep in her heart. She loved him for it. Pressing into his touch, she closed her eyes and sighed happily. When she opened them again, she was ready for the rest of the punishment to proceed.
She wiggled her hips, feeling the cool thin leather strap against her skin.
“I love you, my queen, and I will whip this naughty backside of yours until you learn this lesson, is that clear?” he added, and she shivered.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, feeling the touch of the leather pull back across her skin.
The real punishment was about to begin.
The leather swished through the air and she tensed involuntarily a second before the implement snapped across her bare bottom. An immediate line of fire burned across her skin and she felt the air leave her lungs in a single quiet whoosh. The fiery ache quickly amplified in the ensuing moments and she whimpered at the intensity of it.
The belt whipped her again and she choked back a sob.
Bruddis ran his other hand up and down her back, his touch soothing as his brother punished her. He drifted his fingers into her hair and gently took hold of the locks with his fist. Pulling gently, he gradually forced her head up and back, turning her head in the process so he could see her face.
Through teary eyes, she saw him study her and then turn to Draego, nodding slightly. The belt came down again and she yelped, squeezing her eyes shut as the crescendo of pain came and went. She could focus on nothing else.
Bruddis’ fist clenched harder in her hair and she moaned, a wave of submission crashing over her. His firm touch, his sure dominance in that moment, relaxed her body and everything else melted away. Draego belted her again and she embraced it.
Nothing else mattered.
She felt clean, almost like she was floating in the air and drifting up to the clouds.
A tear drifted down her cheek, but it wasn’t from the sadness and only partly from the ache spreading across her naked ass, but from happiness, at being able to completely let go of everything that had haunted her in the past—being convicted of a crime she didn’t commit, being kidnapped and captured, and seeing her mother hurt in order to force her hand.
It all fell away.
Of its own accord, her body relaxed and lifted to meet the harsh strike of the leather. Over and over it whipped her ass, and she welcomed each and every blow.
Her tears dried and she reached her hands back, feeling each man take hers in theirs.
She hardly realized the punishment had come to an end until they lifted her off the bed and into their arms. Palms petted her head, her hair, her shoulders, her back as they maneuvered her to a seated position on their laps. Her eyes closed, she knew not who touched where, but it didn’t matter.
Her husbands were there to catch her and she snuggled into their embrace.
They could take her to the edge and back, had come to rescue her when she needed it most, and allowed her to be herself, even when it had put her in danger. They trusted her and she trusted them.
Her head whirled with emotions, but not a single one of them was sadness or anger. She felt lighter and most important of all, happy.
“Thank you,” she whispered, when she felt that her head had finally come back down from the clouds.
“Anything for you,” Draego replied, pressing his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss. Her skin tingled long after his mouth left her skin and she sighed softly. Gently, he wiped the tears from her cheeks, smiling.
“You’re ours, Jada. No matter what. Remember that,” Bruddis said, his hands squeezing her shoulders.
Opening her eyes, she smiled softly. Her entire body hummed. Her backside stung, achy and sore from the discipline she had needed and she relished the feeling of it. Pressing her thighs together, she gasped quietly when she discovered the rampant wetness there.
The three of them cuddled together for a long time, allowing her to descend from the submissive happy place that her husbands had helped her to achieve. Her breathing slowed to a steady pace, her tears dried, and her heart settled, yet her blood still burned hot underneath her skin.
She yearned for them to take her then.
“Draego? Bruddis?” she said softly, trying to dredge up the courage to ask for what she craved.
“Yes, little human?” Bruddis answered, lifting her chin to meet his eyes.
“Can you two fuck me now?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“Tssk tssk,” Draego chided. “Such naughty language out of our wife…”
She couldn’t help but giggle at his scolding.
He narrowed his eyes in mock anger and she laughed even harder.
“Bad girl, now I’m going to have to punish that bottom hole of yours before I fuck it with my cock,” he replied and she shivered with nervous excitement.
Draego lifted her by the waist and deposited her on the bed on her hands and knees. Her backside burned, but it made her body smolder even hotter. She shifted her legs apart a bit wider and cooed softly when a trickle of her moisture slid down her inner thigh.
Draego maneuvered behind her and ran the tips of his fingers lightly over her bottom.
“I can feel each little welt the belt left, little human. It makes me happy to see you wearing my marks,” he said and her pussy clenched. His words made her feel proud to be wearing his touch on her skin too.
He gripped her cheeks and spread them wide, no doubt staring down at her bottom hole and she keened with embarrassment, shame, and incredible desire.
“Please,” she whispered.
His thumb grazed over her tight rosebud and she couldn’t help but tense in response. A quick spank to her already sore bottom made her yelp from the sting, but she quickly relaxed, knowing that was what he wanted. Biting her lip, she relented and was rewarded with a stray touch over top of her throbbing clit.
A slippery liquid was spread over her anus and Draego rimmed around her tight hole. Her thighs trembled in anticipation and she groaned as he started to push inside her. Filled with passion and a strong sense of shame, she moaned softly as he worked the digit inside, her bottom slowly opening to his ministrations.
Gently, he worked one finger inside and then another, stretching her boldly. It burned a little and she whimpered softly, still not used to the sensation of having her bottom taken.
“On your elbows, Jada. You’re going to take a plug in your bottom now, and after that, I’m going to fuck your naughtiest hole, just like you deserve,” Draego said and she gasped at the rawness of his words.
A cool glass tip pressed against her tight rosette and she lowered herself onto her elbows. Arching her back, she did her best to open herself to the toy, but as it began to widen her more than ever before, she cried out loud, the pain building gradually with each passing second. But then, something in her body clicked and the burning ache quickly morphed into something more pleasurable. Her pussy clenched around empty air, aching to be filled and fucked hard.
Draego worked the plug in and out of her bottom, gradually building her tolerance and stretching her wide enough so that she might take his cock without difficulty. He pumped it in and out of her and the pleasure building in her core quickly became overwhelming, the pleasure sensational.
She moaned and felt Bruddis reach between her legs, stroking her clit slowly with his fingers. Shuddering with ecstasy, she gasped, suddenly approaching the precipice of orgasm.
“Don’t you dare come yet, Jada. You will wait until my cock is deep in your ass before you are allowed release,” Draego warned.
She whined out loud, shaking with the exertion of holding back her orgasm.
He pumped the plug a few more times before removing it from her body and her anus yawned in protest. She didn’t have long to wait though, because she felt the heat of the tip of his cock against her tight rim and she groaned with excitement.
The moment his cock began to press into her, she pushed her body back against him, desperate to take him all the way inside. She loved that he didn’t ask and that he just took. Beneath her, Bruddis caressed her clit and she shivered with pleasure.
“Please,” she begged and Draego pushed deeper into her ass. Even though the plug had been wide, the girth of Draego’s cock was still bigger. When it was fully inside her, he paused for a long moment, allowing her to accommodate his larger size as the strong ache quickly dissolved into pleasure.
She loved every second of it. It felt like a delightfully filthy act, strictly taboo, but she didn’t care. It enforced a shameful, but desirable feeling within her and she yearned for more, knowing that even though it felt a little wrong, it was definitely right.
When Draego began to pump his hips back and forth, bringing his cock in and out of her ass, she tensed with pleasure. He wrapped his arms underneath hers and lifted her up, allowing Bruddis to work his way underneath her. She felt Bruddis’ shaft slide against the rampant wetness gathered between her thighs and she shuddered with lust. Draego’s fingers tightened against her skin, rough and all-consuming and she moaned out loud.
Bruddis didn’t enter her, instead teasing her with his iron-hard cock, its velvety softness rubbing against her clit, and she could feel her release threatening to burst over her at any moment.
“I need to come,” she whimpered.
“When I say, you come. Not a second before,” Bruddis replied sternly, his tone tickling the pleasure throbbing at her core, seconds away from boiling over.
“Please,” she begged. “I can’t.”
“You’ll hold off for the count of five,” Draego said and she whined. Instead of responding, he snaked his palm around her chin and forced two fingers into her mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered.
Thankful for the slight distraction, she breathed heavy and suckled the digits in her mouth. Bruddis rubbed his shaft on her clit and she quivered, every nerve in her body twitching and burning with pleasure.
“Five.”
She whimpered, her pussy clenching desperately around open air, her clit throbbing with unquenched desire.
“Four.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath ragged. She could do this. Just three more counts.
“Three.”
A strange gargled sound emerged from her throat, as she sucked at Draego’s fingers. In an unexpected way, the act of taking his digits in her mouth both aroused and calmed her, although she was quickly suspecting that it was beginning to turn her on even more the longer time went on.
“Two.”
Her back arched against Draego’s chest and his other hand gripped her throat, soft and threatening all the same time. She loved it. She wanted more. She craved giving her men utter and complete control over her.
“One.”
She had to wait for permission. They had to say the words, her body and mind demanded it. Whimpering, she waited. She couldn’t hold back much longer. Her clit throbbed painfully, her nipples tightened, and her breasts felt heavy as her wetness seeped down her thighs, all evidence of just how much she needed release.
They ruled over her—mind, body, and soul—and she loved every single moment of it.
Panting, she bit her cheek, her heart hammering in her chest, her body burning hot with passion and need. Closing her eyes, she suckled Draego’s fingers, imagining his thick cock pressing at the back of her throat and waited, if a bit impatiently.
“You may come,” Draego said and she screamed, white-hot pleasure piercing through her core as Bruddis slammed his cock into her pussy. He took her hard and fast, and she shuddered as pain and pleasure intermingled in an orgasm that left her seeing stars.
Bruddis took her pussy while Draego claimed her ass, both men fucking her harder than ever before. It hurt and it felt delicious, the pleasure far out-weighing the pain. One orgasm rolled into the next, as she clenched down on them both.
She loved being filled by two men at once and would crave it for the rest of her days.
Draego tightened his grip on her throat, allowing her to breathe small light breaths. With only a limited amount of air, her orgasm flew higher and higher. Twirling her tongue around his fingers, she gasped loudly, trembling, wanting, needy.
Bruddis reached down and slid his thumb over her clit, causing her to jump at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. She curled her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, as she rode him, rocking her hips back and forth in tune with her men.
The pressure on her clit increased as Bruddis forced another orgasm from her body, circling and rubbing her tight little nub firmly and without mercy.
She loved it.
Fucked by both men at the same time, her pussy and ass claimed by their cocks, she had never felt more wanted, desired, and beautiful in her life. Their efforts, completely focused on her own pleasure, were thoroughly intoxicating and she couldn’t wait to do it again. Their thick shafts filled her to the brim, stretching her wider than she ever thought possible. The heat between them was palpable, the need for each other clear.
She was theirs. They were hers.
Their grips on her body tightened and they groaned low, the sound emerging from their throats the sexiest thing that she had ever heard. Her body quivered and tightened and she felt her men begin to quake softly against her. Draego tightened his palm against her throat, claiming her in that moment. Bruddis clamped one hand on her hip and pinched her clit hard. She keened beneath them.
They groaned for a second time and she felt their hot seed spurt inside her, coating the walls of her pussy and her ass with their love and she shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her.
A final orgasm tore through her, demanding, all-consuming, and utterly uncontrollable. It seemed to last forever, a black hole of ecstasy swallowing her into the darkness. Her muscles tensed, her nerves electrified, and her blood burned hot, boiling inside her with passion and lust. She screamed loudly, her voice quickly growing hoarse from her cries of pleasure, but she didn’t care. Throwing her head back, sucking at the fingers in her mouth, she came hard, held tightly between her two men. Aftershocks of ecstasy racked her body for some time, each one like a bolt of heat straight to her core. Draego slowly released his hold on her neck and pulled his fingers from her mouth.
Breathing hotly, she sucked in a deep lungful of air, her arms and legs pulsing with residual passion. Sighing happily, she opened her eyes and smiled, catching Bruddis’ smoldering gaze in hers. He smirked, his eyes darkening with the promise for more and she grinned widely in return.
When her body finally recovered, she trembled with exhaustion in her men’s arms, thoroughly satisfied and delirious with happiness. Closing her eyes, she simply felt, letting go of her past completely and focusing the promise of the future.
Earth was no longer her home. Draegira was now, and forever would be.
She, their queen, their human, their wife.
They, her kings, her dragons, her husbands. Hers.
Draego and Bruddis were her happily ever after and she planned to live that life to the fullest. She couldn’t ask for anything more.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“We love you too,” her men answered in unison and her heart sighed with delight.
She was exactly where she was meant to be.