Chapter Two
Keir
He winked at his brother as the little human reluctantly bent her head to drink from his cup.
I’m not sure what she’s up to. Khaun’s thoughts appeared in his mind. The ability to communicate without words was just one advantage of the connection they shared.
Obviously she’s trying to get us drunk while staying sober herself, he replied.
What if it’s worse than that? Did she slip a drug into our goblets? We can’t trust her. She’s been here for months. Her allegiance now may lie with her owner.
Keir sighed. You’re right, Brother. But we can’t blame her if it does. Who knows what she’s been forced to do just to survive? The life of a pleasure slave would eat away at the soul of any sentient being.
He drank from her goblet. Just as he suspected, the mead in hers had been diluted until it was not much more than honey-sweetened water. He put his mouth to her cup once more and watched her face carefully as she was forced to drink again from his or risk being rude. She hesitated, then took another sip.
He countered his brother’s paranoia with reason. Surely she’d have refused to drink any more if she’d poisoned their mead. Besides, she had no reason to harm them. As far as everyone on Girra Sola was concerned, they were drifters looking to make some fast money as miners, like all the other alien misfits on the asteroid. Horny miners tonight, visiting the Rapture Dome with plenty of minecoin markers to satisfy their needs.
The Dome wouldn’t have many repeat visitors if the pleasure slaves had a habit of doing away with their customers. Still, she did hesitate. Maybe she’d slipped a sleeping potion into their goblets.
Don’t let her drink any more. We can’t have sex with her if that mead puts her to sleep, Khaun grumbled.
Having sex with her wasn’t part of the plan, he shot back.
Tell that to my cock. It’s determined to see if she has a cute little ass as curvy as the rest of her hiding underneath that long skirt. His brother shifted slightly, and Keir knew he was trying to ease the pressure of a massive erection in the tight pants he wore.
His own manhood was straining against the fabric too. Keeping his mind on their mission tonight would be difficult. Though her skin was pale, the human was as beautiful as the loveliest Tharan woman. He could see she had a shapely head, even with all the dark hair covering most of it. Her body was perfectly formed, though tiny compared to females from his world. Full breasts, creamy white against the ganiberry-colored gown she wore, and a waist so narrow he could probably close his hands around it.
Being near her had his gyron flowing. He knew Khaun’s was too. He could feel it. Like all male creatures on Tharon, they’d been born identical twins. Other twins on other worlds might sometimes share thoughts, even feelings. On their planet, the link went deeper. What Khaun heard, saw, even tasted, Keir did as well. Khaun’s joy was his joy. Khaun’s pain, his pain. Sharing not only the same genetic makeup, but what his people called their essence.
The gyron coursing through his veins made it hard to think of anything but how soft her full white breasts would feel. What shape and color her nipples would be. Were they light and smooth like her skin or dark little buds the color of her gown?
Well, he couldn’t say they hadn’t been warned.
“The first thing you’ll notice is her scent,” Commander Jax told them during their preparation for the mission. “Human females have an aroma we Tharans find very seductive. You’ll know you’re getting close before you even see her.” Jax glanced at his twin for confirmation.
Jynn nodded his head emphatically. “It’s even more compelling if she’s a potential mate for you. Then I swear it will drive you wild – especially when she gets aroused. The aroma of a wet human pussy…” He closed his eyes and breathed in, as though his mate Kyra was spread-eagled naked right in front of him. “Your gyron will be pumping so hard and fast, you’ll think your heart – and your cock – are going to explode.” He grinned. “Fortunately, when our pheromone mix is a perfect match with theirs, Earther females respond to us just as powerfully. If you’re lucky, she’ll be begging both of you to fuck her before she even gets your names straight.”
Keir laughed at the time, the automatic response of a member of the military to an attempt at humor by someone who outranked him, whether the lower-ranking soldier found it funny or not.
He hadn’t thought it was funny then. And he certainly didn’t think it was funny now. He found his body’s erotic response to the woman kneeling in front of him an unwelcome distraction. Jynn and Jax had been right about the aroma of human females. He’d noticed the scent of their mate, Lieutenant Kyra Banks, right away when he served with her on the Luna. He and Khaun both thought it was appealing, though certainly not irresistible.
The human female in front of him was a different story. Smelling the juices of her arousal filled his brain with dark fantasies. Seeing her there on her knees between them made it nearly impossible to drive those images away.
He took another sip from her goblet then gently unwound his arm from hers. “Tell us a little about yourself, Saige.”
She laughed, a totally artificial tinkle with no hint of humor beneath it. “I’m just a girl from Earth, a boring little planet far from your world.”
She put her goblet down and touched his knee. He gritted his teeth as a hot current of lust shot straight to his groin.
“I’d much rather learn all about you.” Her focus shifted to include Khaun. “Both of you. I’ve heard how strong and virile Tharan warriors are. Now I can hear the tales of your exploits firsthand. And there are two of you! I’ve never met twins before.” Her voice dropped, and she gave them a seductive smile. “I’m especially fascinated by your Tharan sexual practices. Please, tell me what you enjoy most, so I’ll know just how to please you tonight. Do you do everything together?”
Keir smiled back. Either Saige was a natural at this game, or she’d learned quickly since coming to the Rapture Dome. Despite her flattery, it was obvious she knew nothing about Tharan warriors or she wouldn’t have been surprised to find he and his brother came as a pair.
We’ll be engaged in a war of wits tonight, he predicted. This little human thinks she’s going to control us, starting with the conversation.
Maybe it’s time to put things on a proper footing, Khaun shot back. Jax warned us we might have to do it right up front. Giving her a taste of our gyron is the best way to assure her cooperation. He put his goblet down.
“Yes, Saige. We do everything together,” he replied. “Including mastering our females. You want to hear tales of our sexual practices? I’d rather demonstrate them.”
He watched her eyes widen as he reached for her.
Saige
He wrapped his hand around her arm and dragged her facedown over his lap before she had time to protest. Saige struggled to get away but one huge paw on the small of her back held her easily in place.
“On Tharon, every male creature is born a twin. We share everything as one. Our thoughts, our feelings, even our sexual encounters. When we give and take pleasure with a female, we do it together. When we choose a mate, we both Bond with her. It is the way of our people.”
As he spoke, his other hand slid over the skirt of her gown, leisurely tracing the curves of her upturned bottom, moving down to the backs of her thighs, then her calves. With her body pressed against his, all she could think about was how hot the hard bulge in his groin felt, even through the clothes they both wore. She forced herself to concentrate on his words.
“Our planet can be a harsh and dangerous place,” he went on, “and we are trained to be mindful of that at all times. Our forefathers learned the best way to keep their female safe was to assure she immediately obeyed any order from her mates. A single moment spent questioning or arguing could spell disaster. As our species evolved, that basic rule developed for survival became custom then law. On Tharon, all males are dominant and females are submissive.”
His hand reached the hem of her skirt, and his palm made contact with her bare ankle. Tiny bursts of heat, like electrical shocks, erupted everywhere he touched, making her skin tingle. She shivered uncontrollably.
“We expect obedience from our females, and we enforce our dominance over them with swift and firm punishment when they do not comply with our orders.”
Khaun’s hand traveled back up her calf, sliding her skirt with it. Spreading the heat from his palm over her skin, sending that shocking tingle dancing along ahead of it. Up the inside of her thighs.
“Over the centuries, we’ve found that beginning a relationship by giving the female a sample of what is in store for her if she does not submit to our authority makes it much easier to assure her obedience in the future.”
Beginning a relationship? Why would he refer to spending one night with a pleasure slave as a relationship? She’d barely processed the words when his hand reached the top of her thigh. He slid her skirt up to her waist, and she shuddered as cool air met the sizzling heat of his palm on the curve of her bare bottom.
He stopped talking. A loud smack echoed in the sudden stillness of the room – followed by a hot flame licking her bottom then a blast of pain.
“Aaah!” She jerked convulsively, struggling to get away.
He held her down easily and smacked her again, his huge palm striking both her rear cheeks at once.
“Stop it! Let me go!” Her clawed hands raked over his legs. The sleek fabric of his pants rendered her attack worthless, and she began beating on his thighs with her fists. It was like hammering on a block of wood.
His hand cracked down again. The vicious sting took her breath away.
“Hush. This will not be a harsh punishment, unless you continue to fight me. It is only a demonstration of what you will face if you do not submit to our will in all things. Tonight – and every night we come to you.”
Saige had taken her share of blows in combat training, but she’d never been spanked before. Physical punishment had been outlawed long ago on Earth. She was shocked that those hard smacks on her naked bottom could feel so awful.
It wasn’t only the stinging burn. She hated being helpless. Hated the embarrassment of being held facedown over his hard thighs as he bared her body and ran his hands all over her. What’s worse, it sounded as though these two were already planning to come back again. There was no way they’d be satisfied with squeezing her tits and maybe getting a hand job.
He stopped spanking and began tracing soothing circles over her inflamed backside. She gasped as the touch of his palm on her bare skin ignited a different kind of heat. He kept rubbing her stinging bottom, driving the sizzling heat deep into her core. Making her hunger for more intimate attention. She stopped struggling, found herself spreading her legs a little, hoping his hand would slide between them.
Saige froze, appalled. This alien just assaulted her, and suddenly she ached to feel his fingers fondling her pussy. What the hell was wrong with her?
Khaun seemed to sense her turmoil. “Do not be surprised if you find this punishment becomes sexually stimulating. What you’re experiencing is perfectly natural. Tharan males give off a substance called gyron, a potent mix of male pheromones and other naturally produced chemicals. It’s unique in the galaxy. Our women find it irresistible – and somewhat intoxicating. It has an even stronger effect on human females, especially when the gyron is delivered through physical contact. Apparently, the scent of it awakens the primitive center of your brain, causing pleasurable sensations. Every set of male twins has a slightly different blend of pheromones, and females react differently to them, depending on their own body chemistry. Sometimes, the effect is one of extreme arousal.”
Saige breathed a sigh of relief as his words sank in. She wasn’t going mad, after all. The aliens’ potent male pheromones were making her want to fuck them instead of fight them.
“You also give off an essence we can detect,” he went on. “We find it highly erotic. Our primal urges are heightened by the aroma of your pussy when it becomes wet, as it does when you are exposed to our gyron.”
His fingers moved lower, parting her cheeks then dipping between her thighs to stroke the dripping folds of her sex. Sizzling bursts of heat everywhere he touched awakened sensations she’d thought long dead. Cravings she’d never thought to feel. Saige sighed, closed her eyes, and spread her legs wider, allowing herself to be carried away by his seductive stroking, his deep, hypnotic voice.
“Our species and yours evolved similar ways to assure life would go on. For us, the urge to claim you is nearly irresistible. Even in the short time we’ve been together, my brother and I have had to restrain ourselves from letting you see how wildly attracted we are to you.”
As he spoke, the bulge in his groin seemed to grow even hotter, pressing against her mound. “We would very much like to pleasure you together. But we do not want to take advantage of your position here.”
She was so lost in the wild sensations, it took a moment to register when he removed his hand and slid her dress back down.
“My brother and I really do want to get to know you first, Saige.” He wrapped his hands around her arms and lifted her off his lap. Depositing her on the banquette between them, he picked up his goblet and brought it to her lips. “We have hours and hours to spend together. Please, have another drink and tell us how you ended up here at the Rapture Dome.”