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“I’ll be good.” She lifted her hips into his caresses,
humping his hand with abandonment. He pressed his cock into her thigh, rubbing
against her as he worked her pussy.

“Higher.” She wiggled, dancing against the rock. “I need
your cock higher.”

“You don’t know what you need.” Xan pumped her harder with
his fingers, stretching her, her juices flowing over his hand, her pussy as wet
as the pool he stood in.

“I do know what I need.” Her voice rose. “And it isn’t
fingers. I have fingers. That’s all I’ve had for almost a decade. Give me your
cock,” she pleaded, her face flushed. “Fill me, Xan.” He grazed her clit with
his thumb, and she trembled. “Please.”

“If Furu was here, we’d fill you completely.” Xan spread her
legs wider and moved between her thighs. “He’d take your ass while I fucked
your pussy.” He found her entrance, positioning himself properly. Her form
stilled, her muscles flexing. Their gazes met, her eyes wide.

Xan thrust hard, burying himself up to his balls in her wet,
hot pussy, and she screamed, arching off the rock, her body stretched impossibly
tight around him.

“Fuck.” He ground his teeth, his cock head squeezed, the
pressure exquisite. “This is worth any punishment, even death.” He held her
hips in place, pinning her ass to the stone as she gasped underneath him, her
grip on his shaft slowly easing.

“You’re perfect.” Xan lowered, covering her body with his,
and he licked the tear tracks on her cheeks, tasting the salt of her sexual
sacrifice.

Mirian gave him a wobbly smile, and he pressed kisses to the
corners of her mouth, determined to take this first fucking slow. “It’s been
years,” she confessed, her voice pitched high and thin. “And you’re huge.” She
pushed upward and his cock slipped deeper, her snug embrace shredding his good
intentions.

“I’m massive.” Xan grinned, a giddiness zinging through him.
He leisurely rocked into her, his chest flattening her breasts, his hips
skimming along hers, the glide of cock in pussy delectably shallow.

“I feel for Furu.” Mirian wrapped her legs around his waist,
hooking her feet behind his back, her heels digging into his ass. She rose into
his thrusts, undulating under him, enticing him with her curves.

“You’ll feel Furu later. Right now, feel me.” Xan plunged
into her faster, harder, deeper, his balls smacking against her skin, the burn
accentuating the pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She panted, her face pink, her eyes
glazing.

Beautiful.
Xan rode her against the rock, fucking
Mirian unlike anything he’d ever experienced, her pussy wet and welcoming, her
juices easing over his balls, her musky scent teasing his nostrils.

“Oh.” She opened her mouth and rounded her lips, as though
she yearned for Furu’s longer, thinner cock to fill her.

“Soon,” Xan promised, ramming his cock into her pussy.
“Soon, you’ll have both of us.” He grunted, the image of the three of them
together, naked, fucking, cocks in asses and pussy and mouths, almost
overwhelming him. “We’ll give you what you want, what you don’t even know you
want. We’ll give you everything.”

Skin slapped against skin against stone, water lapping
against his calves, sweat trickling down his spine. He varied the angle of his
thrusts, and her body tensed, her pussy tightening around his shaft, her eyes
widening.

“Xan?” She curled her hands into fists, her wrists
restrained, strain stretching her face. “I’m going to come.” She trembled, her
curves vibrated against him.

Come…release, is that possible for a female?
Xan
pressed his lips together as her tremors intensified, shaking the very
foundation of his restraint. “Mirian.”

“Xan!” she screamed, pushing off the rock with her feet,
propelling her slender form upward, her hips smacking against his, her pussy
violently clenching down him.

As she descended, her grip on his shaft slackened, and Xan
roared, driving forward, cum spurting out of his cock in hard, erratic jets of
heat. He thrust once, twice, three more times, planting his seed as deep inside
her as possible, and he collapsed, flattening her against the rock, his arms
and legs limp and useless.

“Fuck,” Xan muttered, dazed. “Furu has to experience this.” Lips
moved against his bare chest. He lifted himself off her with a heartfelt groan,
his energy zapped.

“This?” Her brown eyes glittered, dark stars flecked with
gold. “I’m a woman, not a thing.” She shifted her arms, her hands remaining in
place.

“You’re a breeder,” he corrected, pleased with her defiance,
their female strong and proud. “Our breeder.” He smoothed her hair back and
kissed her forehead, claiming the exposed skin with his lips.

* * * * *

“I don’t know much about
Balazoids
,” Mirian
confessed, plant life her specialty.

“That’s not a secret.” Xan carefully unwound the leather
strap from her wrists, his dark head bowed, his red-eyed gaze fixed on his
task.

She rolled her eyes. “But I do know breeders are passed from
male to male and sometimes shared with entire crews,” she probed, worrying over
Furu’s warning.

Xan froze, his grip on the leather tightening. “That
won’t
happen with you.”

It is true.
Fear rushed over her in a cold wave.
“But—”

“You belong to Furu and me.” Xan tossed the strap against a
far rock, the leather smacking against the stone. “I won’t allow any other male
to touch you.” He curled his hands into fists, his biceps bulging, his face
hard. “I’d kill them first.”

“Oh.” Mirian blinked.
He feels this way for me. Me.
“And you’re taking me with you when you leave?”
He won’t leave me behind. He
won’t forget about me.

He scowled down at her. “I told you we would. Turn over.” He
rolled her onto her stomach, her breasts pressed against the rock.

He cupped her ass with his palms, and she stiffened. “Not
yet,” she squeaked. “I’m not ready yet.”

“I’m not fucking you,” he growled, squeezing her flesh. “I’m
exploring.”

“You’re exploring my ass.” She clung to the rock as he
peeled her clenched ass cheeks apart. “You should wait for Furu. He likes you
touching his ass.”

Xan didn’t reply, stroking along her spine, his caresses
soothing.

“He might love it,” Mirian babbled, slowly relaxing. “Furu
loves you as much as you love him.” She rested her chin on the stone, staring
into the forest. “Do you tell him you love him? Because he acted surprised when
I mentioned it. You should say the words more often, eliminate all of his
doubts.”

“I show him how I feel,” Xan grumbled, pressing into her
asshole with a fingertip. She squeezed, blocking his invasion. “Open.” He
slapped her ass, heat radiating from his palms. Shocked, she released and he
entered her, sliding his finger into her ass up to his knuckle.

“Xan,” she whimpered, the intrusion foreign and strange.

“I’ll never give you more than you can handle, Mirian.” He
pumped into her, reaching deeper and deeper. “You can take my fingers up your
ass.” She pressed her lips together, smothering her protests, determined to
please him.

So he won’t leave me.
Xan added a finger, stretching
her, and Mirian turned her face away from him, hiding her grimace. “What
happened to your last breeder?”
Did she refuse to have anal sex?

Xan paused. “Nothing. We didn’t have one.” He plunged his
fingers into her ass harder and harder, spreading the sensual burn. “Drecks
aren’t allowed breeders. The council doesn’t want us to pass our inferior genes
onto offspring.”

Those condescending bastards.
Mirian glared at a
distant tree, outraged for her warrior lover. “No wonder you’re sensitive about
being a Dreck.”

“I’m not
sensitive
.” Xan rammed into her with more
force, pain searing through her. “I’m a warrior.”

She winced, his anger transferred to her body. “You’re not
waging war on my ass.”

“You’re too damn delicate,” he mumbled, slowing his advance
and retreat.

“I’m taking you, aren’t I?” Her body pulsed, the jagged
agony smoothing to an arousing burn.

“Yes.” Xan chuckled. “You’re doing well, female.” He brushed
her hair over her shoulder and pressed his lips against her skin, his mouth
firm and hot. Xan maintained his steady rhythm, in, out, in, out, and Mirian’s
tension eased, her ass channel loosening, accepting his stroking.

Water flowed over the rocks, the sound soothing. Xan’s musky
male scent curled around her, warmth rolling off his big body. Mirian’s eyelids
grew heavy, her energy depleted from running and swimming and fucking.

Xan will take care of me.
She yawned.
He won’t
leave me.

The roar of thunder interrupted her reverie. Mirian glanced
upward at the mist-covered sky. A monochrome ship zoomed above their heads,
casting a fleeting shadow over them.
More visitors.
“Are they with you?”
She pointed at the vessel. The pieced-together spacecraft stopped above their
camp and slowly descended, its panels different shades of gray.

“No.” Xan yanked his fingers from her ass. “They’re
not
with us.” He splashed through the water.

Mirian rolled onto her back. “Then who are they?” The answer
slammed into her and she gasped. “Slavers.”

“Furu,” the big warrior bellowed, his body blurring as he
ran toward their ship, his speed impressive, his panic palpable.

We won’t reach him in time.
“Steve,” Mirian yelled,
her heart aching for Furu, for Xan and for herself, for daring to care, knowing
this was how her relationships always ended, with death or departure. “If you
care for me at all, protect Furu. Please. I’m counting on you.” She pelted
through the forest after Xan, heading straight into danger.

Chapter Five

“It’s five against one. Xan would love these odds.” Furu hid
behind a large blue boulder, grasping guns he’d never learned to use properly,
his poor aim a source of amusement for his Dreck lover.

Five hulking
Palavian
brutes approached, their
massive boots slamming against the ground, their bulging biceps decorated with
black tribal markings. They carried an arsenal any warrior would envy, the
restraints dangling from their waistbands proclaiming their occupation as
slavers.

Furu concentrated, his
verme
lifting, vibrating,
sending a wave of paralyzing thought toward them. The slavers’ steps didn’t
falter, their minds shielded, the
Balazoid
blockers they must have taken
disarming his mental weapon.

“I’m dead.” A cool liquid splashed against Furu’s back and
dripped down his skin. He turned, his guns raised, ready to attack. Blue mud
splattered over his face.

“Stop it, Steve,” he hissed, pressing his lips together,
bile rising in his throat, the stench eye-watering.

The plant slid his vine along the ground and flicked more
mud at him, covering his torso. Steve’s leaves parted, drawing back to reveal a
large hollow.

A male-sized hollow.
Furu studied the slavers, the
probability of defeating them slim.
I could hide.
He glanced back at
their ship, the only home Xan and he had, their sole means of leaving the
planet.
But they’ll take the ship.

“I’ll hold them off, delaying them until Xan arrives,” he murmured
under his breath. Steve heaved his vines, communicating his disapproval of
Furu’s plan. “He’ll arrive soon. He must have seen the ship. Xan’s paranoid.”
Furu raised his guns, debating which slaver to shoot first. “I love that about
him.”

The biggest
Palavian
male gazed toward a smaller,
nose-pierced thug, as though requesting approval. Furu swung the muzzle of his
guns, aiming at the leader. “If I die, tell Xan I love him. Tell Mirian…” He
lightly tapped the triggers. “Tell Mirian I could have loved her. I—”

“Son of the stars!” the biggest slaver yelled, landing hard
on his leather-clad ass, one of Steve’s thick vines wrapped around his boots.
“Get it off me!” He thrashed on the ground.

The males fired, blasting their big guns as they ran toward
him. Furu blindly shot into the chaos, aiming at their heads, avoiding Steve’s
vines. Red beams of light zinged around the slavers’ fallen comrade, bullets
hitting dirt and rock, kicking up clouds of dirt.

“Aargh!” a male screamed, the horrifying noise stretching
into silence.

The males stopped shooting, and the blue dust cleared.
Gaping holes punctured the big slaver’s torso and blood gushed from his wounds,
pooling around his motionless form. Another slaver slumped over his feet, his
head two arms’ lengths away from his body.

And then there were three.
Furu grinned grimly.

“What was that?” A yellowed-eyed slaver gazed around him,
all four of his hands shaking. “Who got them? You said you saw only three life
forms.”

“I did.” The smallest male held out a crude life form
verifier. He frowned, his high forehead creasing with lines. “Though now I read
two. I could have sworn someone was—”

“It’s the plant.” The leader slid his rifle’s muzzle between
one of the vines and the dead slaver’s neck. He lifted, breathing heavy from
the exertion. Four large thorns pierced the brute’s jugular vein. “The plant
killed him.” The slaver shot the vine in two.

Steve rattled his leaves, raised a single thorn defiantly
skyward and retracted into the forest, as fearless as the female he had
befriended.

“A plant killed him?” The yellowed-eyed slaver juggled his
guns between his hands, fidgeting, a
Mox-X
junkie needing his next fix.
“A plant? How is that possible? I didn’t sign on to fight no planet filled with
killer plants. That’s beyond any—”

“Shut up.” The leader scanned the trees. “Someone’s coming.”
He motioned to the small male, and they positioned themselves around the mouth
of the path.

“We have to warn Xan.” Furu glanced at Steve. The plant
rolled his brightly colored blooms, indicating a lack of concern, no love lost
between the two males.

It’s up to me.
Furu aimed at the leader’s exposed
back.
I’ll warn him and protect him.
He waited and waited and waited,
the element of surprise usable only once. Flesh smacked against rock. The
slavers tensed. Furu squeezed the trigger.

The red beam arced wide. A tree branch fell, landing with a
heavy thud.
I missed.
Furu stared, his stomach churning with dread.
He
was right there and I missed.

“He’s behind us!” The leader grabbed the junkie’s chest
covering and yanked the male toward him, using him as a living shield. “You get
him. We’ll kill the other one.”

A blur of white streamed down the path. Bones crunched. The
small slaver toppled to the ground, his head twisted to an unnatural angle.

Xan.
Furu’s mouth dropped open, his warrior lover an
awe-inspiring sight. Xan crouched behind the dead man, his shoulders wide and
his biceps flexed. He yanked a gun from the corpse’s twitching fingers and
spun, firing.

The junkie shrieked and dropped his weapons to grab his
throat. Blood spurted, his cries flowing into gurgles, his knees folding under
him.

“A
Balazoid
.” The leader’s face paled. He scurried
away from Xan, shooting wildly.

“A Dreck.” Xan calmly aimed his gun and shot.

The leader flew backward, his spine connecting with a tree
trunk, the thunk painfully loud. His body slid downward, his mouth rounded, a
gore-filled hole where his forehead once was.

“My Dreck.” Furu stood, his knees stiff. Xan pivoted toward
him, naked, his gun in his hand, his red-eyed gaze feral, and Furu froze, his
heart pounding. “Easy, Xan.” He raised his hands, his palms open and empty.
“It’s me.”

“Furu.” Xan sagged, lowering his gun, as Furu approached.
“Are there more of them?”

“Before they landed, I only read five life forms.” Furu
wrapped his arms around the big male’s waist and pressed his face into his bare
chest, inhaling his musky scent, savoring the warmth of his body. “I thought
I’d never see you again.”

“You would have seen me again. I would have traveled across
every known galaxy to find you.” Xan gripped him tightly, his rough fingers
spanning his back. “And then battled death himself to bring you back.”

Furu swallowed hard, his eyes pricking with tears he’d never
admit to. “You’ve never…” His voice broke, the emotion unmanageable.

“Our breeder tells me I should talk more,” Xan replied
gruffly. “She is an unnatural creature.” He pressed his lips to Furu’s
forehead.

“She is,” Furu agreed. Skin slid against skin, the sound
whisper soft, and the arousing aroma of female floated in the air. He rose up
onto his toes and peered over Xan’s shoulder.

Mirian averted her gaze, feigning interest in the dead drug
addict’s corpse, her cheeks an enchanting shade of red and her slender form
wonderfully naked. Sunrays raced across her heaving breasts, lighting fires in
her dark hair.

“Come here, Mirian.” Furu widened the circle of his arms.
She ran into them, her curves smacking against his leaner form. Xan grunted his
approval and draped his arm over her slight shoulders, tightening their
physical connection, the three of them making one unit.

“You’re alive,” Mirian mumbled against Furu’s skin. “I
feared you’d be dead and I wouldn’t have survived another death. I couldn’t
have.” Bone-deep tremors shook her body. “The pain would have been too great.”

She would have felt pain if I had died.
Furu petted
Mirian’s damp curls, untangling the long strands.
And Xan would have also
mourned me.
The big warrior’s fingers dug into his arm.
No one else
would have cared, certainly not my father.

“I’m here, Mirian,” Furu reassured her, his voice husky with
gratitude. “I’m alive.”

“And he’ll remain alive,” Xan added. “I’ll set more traps,
and in the morning, I’ll teach both of you how to defend yourselves.” He pulled
them closer to his naked body.

Both of us.
Furu tilted his head back and stared at
his warrior lover.
Does he realize how much he cares for Mirian?

Xan avoided his gaze. “I’m not losing either of you.” He
rubbed their arms with his big hands, his touch distractingly rough, the
contrast between his pale skin and Mirian’s golden tan enthralling. “You’re
mine to protect and I
will
protect you,” he vowed.

“We’ll protect you forever,” Furu confirmed.
Because
she’s ours now.
He leaned into Xan’s hard form and played with Mirian’s
hair, watching for any signs she regretted her decision. “We’ll never let you
go.”

Vines snaked around their ankles, linking the three of them.
Steve’s leaves brushed against their legs, caressing their skin.

“Steve might never let us go.” Mirian burrowed her body
deeper between Xan and Furu, voluntarily becoming their center, their heart,
her actions unfettered and reassuringly her own.

She chooses us.
Furu held onto Xan’s waist and Xan
gripped Furu’s shoulders, their arms forming a protective cage around their
tiny female. Mirian sighed quietly and she relaxed against them, her body
supple and still and serene, her right palm flattened on Furu’s chest and her
left hand reaching behind her to rest on Xan’s thigh.

Our female. Our future.
Furu met Xan’s gaze above
Mirian’s dark head and smiled, his heart filled to bursting, a sense of
rightness shrouding his soul. His lover’s lips curled upward, his expression
soft and contented, at peace in this new world.

Our home.

* * * * *

Mirian lay in the grass between Xan and Furu, stunned and
excited and frightened, both magnificent males hers.
Two males.
Seductive warmth radiated from their bodies, the scent of musk and exotic
spices clinging to the night breeze.
Can I please two males?

“You never see stars,” she babbled, gazing up at the black
sky, filling the awkward silences with any words she could think of, her plan
being to delay the inevitable for as long as she could. “The mist always covers
the planet.” Xan’s thigh pressed against hers, his muscles flexing, and Mirian
gulped, the sexual tension between the three of them intensifying.

“That damn plant covers the planet,” Xan grumbled.

Steve rustled his leaves, his trunk looming over them, his
blooms turned downward, watching their movements. The tall torch trees
encircling their camp glowed, casting a bluish tint over her males’ white skin,
the three of them naked.

Steve, I can talk about Steve.
“I should have warned
you.” Mirian laughed nervously. “Now that you’ve fed Steve, you’ll have a
friend for life.”

“He deserved a meal. He saved Furu.” Xan reached across
Mirian’s body and clasped Furu’s hand, their fingers linking over her stomach,
the heels of their palms pressing down on her skin.

“He won’t be satisfied with one meal.” She wiggled as they
stroked her, their fingers entwined, their touch setting off sparks, lighting
the flickering flames of desire. “He’ll expect you to pander to him.” Xan and
Furu rolled onto their sides, facing her, their hard cocks rubbing against her
hips.

Too many cocks.
Panic surged through Mirian.
I
can’t do this.
“I—”

“Shhh…” Furu massaged her, moving his left hand over her
ribs, his fingertips brushing dangerously close to her breasts. “We simply want
to touch you.”

“Both of us want to touch you.” Xan swept one of his fingers
under her right breast and she trembled, her nipples tightening. “Two breasts,
two males.” He grazed his knuckles over the tip, and she inhaled sharply, the
sensation exquisite. “You’re made for us, female.” They dragged their fingers
back and forth in a mind-numbing dual assault.

“You are. You’re soft and beautiful.” Furu flicked her
nipple with his tongue, and she gripped his shoulder, needing to hold on to
something, someone.

Xan placed her free hand on his shoulder, demanding equal
treatment, his muscles rippling under her palm. “And you’re ours.”

He leaned over her body, Furu met him halfway, and their
lips collided, their mouths clashing with a brutish force, two unyielding males
confident with their passion.

She clung to their shoulders, unable to look away, watching
their primitive display with a pussy-moistening fascination. They moaned into
each other’s mouths, their eyelids lowering, as the beast ravished his beauty.

“Ummm…” Mirian shifted between them, intruding on their
private moment yet unwilling to leave.

“Ours.” Xan hooked his arm around Mirian’s nape and drew her
upright. The two males turned their heads slightly, opening their mouths wider,
their tongues tangling with hers, the taste of charred meat, spice and
flavorful fruit meshing, mixing, joining.

Mirian licked and sucked Xan and then Furu and then both of
them, her lovers’ lips and tongues blurring, becoming one. Teeth nipped her
skin, marking her, and fingers wrapped in her hair, their embrace growing more
frenzied, stealing her breath and stoking her passions.

They pushed against her, lowering her to the ground, their
bodies overtop hers. Xan and Furu cupped her breasts, kneading her flesh, Xan’s
hand rough and unrelenting, Furu’s grip more tentative and reverent. She
welcomed their dominance, raising her body into their touch, allowing them to
please her, use her, control her.

“Our breeder,” Xan rumbled, his voice thrillingly
possessive. He bent his dark head and claimed her right breast, while Furu
fastened his lips over her left nipple.

“Yes!” she cried, arching into their touch, the hot wet
suction of their mouths igniting more fires, more desire. “Suck me. Suck me
raw.” They drew on her breasts relentlessly, synchronizing their loving
assaults, showering her with a storm of sensation, the tug and pull of their
lips rushing from her nipples down to her pussy.