Salvation for Three (8 page)

Cian continued to pump into her mouth with what seemed like an unlimited load of hot fluid. She rode the wave, reveling in the feelings of pleasure brought on by something other than her own hands.

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Slowly, Keer let Cian's cock slide out of her mouth, swallowing and licking him clean down to his balls. She heard something that sounded like a long slow hum and knew it was coming from the back of her throat. She felt exactly like a Terran cat. A very well fed cat.

Cian tremored as Keer continued to lick him clean, murmuring against his flaccid length. She squirmed, an emptiness accompanying the raging climax. The piercing need dulled, but was still present.

She raised up on all fours and arched her back, stretching. Without warning, Tirin’s fingers abandoned her ass. He grabbed the damp drying linens from their bath and wiped his hands carefully before sliding two fingers deep into her pussy. He pulled her hard, lifting her nearly upright. She felt his cock replacing his fingers in her hot, wet, canal and the fire returned.

"God, yes, please, Tirin. I have need." Past denying either man, she tried to pull his cock further into her. Tirin pressed forward, his length stretching her. He was large, bigger than any sex bot she'd used.

"Let me fill you then." Tirin rammed against her, his balls slapping her ass. Two fingers from his other hand drove back into her ass, stretching, while his cock filled her.

Keer stretched around him, crying out at the invasion. Tirin raised her up and slammed deep into her, growling as he stroked. She felt the pleasure licking at her, heightened like a raw nerve. She wanted more than his stroking gave her.

He was huge. She whimpered, stretched tight, wanting more, but unable to clench around him.

Suddenly he pulled out, and she screamed in agitation.

"Gods no, come back. This will kill me—" Tirin responded by lifting her as she writhed onto Cian's hardening cock. Keer cried out as she was impaled on top of Cian.

Cian had only taken moments to recover. His eyes were glittering savagely, his teeth bared when Tirin pushed her down. She began to rock against the huge cock, stroking up and down, the relentless fire

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pushing her.

They were both massive. Cian was so big she could only attempt to move around him. She ground down rubbing her sensitive nub against him. She could barely scratch the surface of the climax she need.

"Feel this, my mate" Cian's words seared through her mind. She pounded herself down hard onto him over and over again when she felt Tirin's cock against her ass.

"Yes, gods, yes!" As their skin combined, their own passion funneled into her brain. The mental path was growing, expanding letting her catch glimpses of the desire the two men felt. Tirin poured oil over her, rubbing it into her small opening, pushing one finger into her ass, then two, then three into her.

"Take me, my mate. Let us fill you." The head of his cock was large, and she was sure it would not and could not fit into her small opening. She'd had difficulty with him stretching her pussy. Gods knew how he could fit that massive rod in her ass.

Keer struggled at the initial throb of pain. She felt the tight elastic ring stretch, but Tirin pushed past the sting throbbing into her. He eased into the heat of her small entrance, alternating with her pumping Cian's cock. Her muscles rippled around him trying to adjust. They were big, so large and engulfing, she thought she would split open.

Cian's thoughts crashed into her brain. His pleasure filled her. He was spicy, like bubbling lava in her mind. He coated her nerve endings, coaching her back into another wave of rippling orgasm.

Tirin's hunger, need and warming pleasure, flowed into her mind, an exotic flavor blending with Cian's. She rode the waves, and thrust back against the blond warrior, trying to bring him farther into her.

Her cream dripped down between them, easing the sting of the huge cocks that drummed into her.

Cian pushed his hand between them and plucked her nub repeatedly, urging her to continue her own pleasure.

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"Ride for us. Take us both." Cian growled. A dim part of her mind realized she was like an animal. It was a mating, a crazed need that finally was being fulfilled.

It seemed they stroked her alternately forever, allaying the burning that she had not been able to fill before. She was gasping, punctuating her words with her breaths. "Do not stop, gods, don't stop, please."

Tears streamed down her cheeks and she began to shake with her last climax.

Tirin murmured into her ear as he slowed his stroke, pushing firmly against her, one arm holding her back against his chest. His cock swelled inside her. She could feel his teeth scrape her shoulder as she shook, still grinding down hard.

Cian pushed up on his elbows and captured one nipple in his mouth, teeth rasping, matching Tirin's bite. The climax came like a tidal wave, pouring the spicy and sweet molten heat of the two men over her. She cried out over and over again, and was aware of the pulsing of the two men into her, hot streams seared her insides.

Dimly, Keer was aware they spoke the same words in some ancient language, chanting them together. The pleasure drained her and she finally collapsed against Cian, Tirin gentling her fall forward.

Tirin extricated himself carefully, kissing her shoulder and he moved from her. She sprawled against Cian, warm and firm. Her fingers wound in the short pelt of his chest hair, holding on for fear of falling into the sexual abyss of blessed relief.

Cian rolled her into his lap, staying inside her warmth, his heat still filling her stretched pussy. She sighed against him, and her eyes closed.

Cian lifted her as he rose from the bed. Still buried deep, he followed Tirin to the bathing chamber.

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The warmth of the mineral-scented water made the sting of their joining less apparent. Cian sat on the ledge, connected to her both physically and mentally. He turned Keer forward, holding his cock inside her. She leaned against him, his chest rubbing against her back.

Tirin began to stroke her body with the warm water and a lightly scented soap. He kissed her, his tongue moved, matching his large hands as they pushed the warm water and soaps over her body. Keer sucked on his tongue lightly, then squirmed against Cian's length.

His cock grew inside her. She could feel the iron pulse. She clenched her thighs, pushing down, finally relaxed enough to ripple her muscles against him.

Tirin pulled away and sluiced his own body with the water, then dove under, rising from the steaming mist like a golden god. Through half-closed eyes, she admired him, the water sliding down over his long frame. He swam back to her, and his hands stroked up her thighs.

He pushed firmly against her legs then drug his thumbs between her curls to find her pleasure point.

"No, Tirin…no more."
She pathed the thought to him. She grasped his wrists. The feel of the cock inside her stretched like a raw nerve.

Keer pulled Tirin to her and kissed her way down his chest and he rose from the water in front of her. Stepping onto the ledge, his legs on either side of Keer and Cian, he raised himself and her mouth followed. Tirin's cock was a steel length rising hard against his rippled belly. Keer dipped her head to taste him, sucking him lightly, then feeling his groan in her mind, she slid him farther into her mouth sucking hard.

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"Like a fire you are, little hunter."
Tirin pathed to Keer. He pushed up, balancing himself carefully in the water.

She enjoyed the feeling of power that raced through her at having the large man bend to her will. Keer cupped his oval sac, pulling as she drew his cock into her mouth.

Cian began a rocking movement into Keer, his length coated with her wet pleasure. She coaxed Tirin farther into her mouth, sliding her tongue around him while she sucked as much of his length as she could. He was pulsing, pushing gently in unison with Cian.

The fever of the first joining was over. This was pure unadulterated bliss.

Cian's fingers moved over her, plucking the raw exposed flesh of her small button. It was piercing ecstasy. They were one unit, moving together, reaching for another peak, coming together in the warm water.

Tirin poured his scorching fluid into her throat as Cian emptied fire inside her pussy. She matched them with her own moaning peak of pleasure, mentally crying out their names as she climbed over the edge.

They stayed together in the bedchamber, making love, then engulfing each other in pounding sex, alternatively raging and then fulfilling. They fed her and let her sleep as she needed, but were always ready to move into her again, or lay their mouths on her to relieve the burning of her raging cycle.

Keer was numb to the idea of it. She refused to think, only allowing herself to feel and finally obtain every release and climax that she needed. To finally be fulfilled physically was so out of her mental reach that she could not absorb it.

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After the fourth moon's turn, Keer slept completely, sated. The two warriors left her side, using the bathing chamber briefly and then

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going to check on the day-to-day progress of the underground Colony.

A security bot informed them of the arrival of a Terran bounty hunter above ground. Both Cian and Tirin were surprised to learn that the hunter stayed at the entrance to the colony, watching and waiting for the three days they had gloried in the completion of their triad.

"He is a patient man, Commander." Tirin watched the monitor, while the dark haired, scowling man paced at the surface, scanning the rocks for an entrance.

"I think he is not patient, Lieutenant, as much as he is persistent.

He is looking for her, and he will not give up," Cian answered. He crossed his broad arms over his chest and lifted his chin, watching the man slide his hands over the rock carefully. The monitor buzzed.

They could hear Drak Voi muttering as he looked for the hidden entrance.

"Give me a hunter's ball, Keer, I know you are in there and I'm going to find you if I have to blow this Endland hell apart. Constant trouble, you are a pain in my Terran ass." Drak pounded his fist against the rock and then stepped back, hearing the hidden metal-skinned door ring hollowly.

A smile nearly cracked Cian's stern face. "Let us go greet our brother-in-arms."

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Keer woke feeling pleasantly bruised and relaxed. She stared at the cavern walls and inhaled the scent of Cian and Tirin that the blankets still held. It was a comfort to know they rested with her as she slept. She found a new jumpskin in the bathing chambers. It matched her own nearly exactly. She dressed carefully, wincing at the stinging satisfaction between her legs.

Keer was humming while she brushed her hair then used the laser applicator, something she rarely did. The reflection screen in the bathing chamber showed she did not really need the laser cosmetics.

Her skin glowed, her lips pink and swollen from kisses of every kind.

The one thing she did not feel, that escaped her, was guilt. It puzzled her momentarily and then she shrugged the thought away. So it took two warriors to please her, to make her feel complete. There was no denying they were beautiful men.

Cian, whose grim face hid a nature of healing and unadulterated lust, was a potent lover. When they had joined as a triad, she could feel images in his mind of his healing and the way he dealt justice in his command. He was firm but fair. And hidden in the undercurrent of his mind was the need for his mate. For her. A deep, burning abiding need to be complete.

Keer glimpsed his admiration and borderline envy of Tirin and his easy laugh and gentle ways. She had also seen the part of the puzzle that Tirin completed with his own deep need for a mate, matching and exceeding Cian's with each ebb and turn.

Tirin, with his quick smile and laugh, was as deeply possessive and needful as Keer herself. Glimpses she had seen in the blond

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warrior's mind of his turns in battle had been shocking and slightly horrifying, even to a hardened bounty hunter. But Tirin had an ease and calmness that balanced the deep workings of Cian's own thoughts.

These two whole, sexually demanding men wanted her, completely and utterly. And they were both convinced that no other female would do. In each of their minds, she had seen that they would never force her to do anything. While they each longed for children, they did not see or feel that she was a machine meant to breed. And for Keer, that was the one thing she needed to complete their triad.

Cian and Tirin stood in the bedchamber, waiting for her. Cian waited in his usual, arms over chest, proud stance. Tirin leaned a hip against the large chair, eating another piece of the fruit he favored, but his stance was a little too casual for Keer.

Keer had learned to read signs and body language as an art to keep her own skin intact while bounty hunting. Both of these men seemed tense, watchful. While Cian did not try to hide it, Tirin wore a mask over his worry that was unusual for him.

Keer walked to Cian and kissed him gently on the cheek, standing on tiptoe even with the heeled boots to reach him. He unbent stiffly to meet her. She noted his clenched jaw.

She reached out to wipe the juice from Tirin's lips and brought it to her own, licking the sweetness from her fingertips. There was a flicker in Tirin's eyes, but he forced a smile at her.

Reaching behind him to the table, Tirin handed her a carved oblong of black. It was alien marked, she recognized. A valuable piece of art. "It is from the market in Altuden. You know of it?" Tirin asked. The amber gaze was hot again.

"Altuden is a hotbed for the alien sex trade. I've heard of it. I once chased a runner there, through a slave house and into a local orgy."

Keer shook her head, flexing her tender thighs together she felt the beginning of the burn. She really was a harlot, she thought. The alien art was phallic, there was no doubt. It seemed even that affected her.

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"You were in an Altuden slave house?" Cian thundered. Keer glanced at him, amused. If the two warriors thought she was made of imported Teeg glass, they were in for a surprise.

She let her own voice rise "Yes, you thickheaded hunter. I razor tied the runner and dropped him in a pod that the local prison ship provided. Of course," Keer added, muttering, "that was after I left my skinsuit shredded at the foot of a Neld who wanted to investigate my

'worth' as a sex slave." She cleared her throat and looked back at Tirin. "I doubt that he can yet raise his lizard-cock after the sting I gave him."

Tirin was as intent as Cian, listening to her. "I also took his captaincy jacket, for my trouble. I had to have something to wear out of that hole."

"You STOLE the captaincy jacket of a Neld Warrior?" Tirin was the one roaring. Keer wiped her mouth and looked at them eyebrows raised.

Tirin began to stalk toward her. "Do you know what they do with the sex slaves on Altuden? Do you know how they use this 'art' as you call it as?" He picked up the phallic looking object and leaned over her, talking through clenched teeth. "They wire tie them, Keer. They wire tie them to a slaver's cross. Hands to feet." Keer flinched mentally, but kept the reaction from her eyes.

The laughing warrior was outraged, his face a mask of hard intent.

"Don't think I don't smell your need again, you foolish Terran. I can taste it on my tongue before my mouth is on you."

Keer watched him carefully, easing her legs apart. Her first instinct was to run, her next to throw herself at him and wrap her legs around him until his cock filled her. She had never had alien domination fantasies, but she'd been surprised at what the gods had offered up to her in the last moon turn.

Tirin's mouth was a hard line. "You will not EVER do anything of that foolishness again." Still excited but puzzled, Keer looked at him. It was apparent the normally mild mannered warrior was furious.

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"That, warrior, is who I am." Keer thumped a finger against his chest, accenting each word. He growled and reached for her, his arms lifting her against him, hard enough to bruise. They stared at each other, green eyes flashing against amber.

"We have a visitor, little hunter." Cian interceded, his words clipped. "He asks for you."

"Drak!" Keer's heart nearly leapt from her chest. She looked away from Tirin, all thoughts of the Altuden sex toys removed. "Is he alive?" She ran to the door, expecting them to follow her. "Take me to him, now. Please! Cian, please!"

"He is very angry, my mate. He had to be restrained. You understand."

"Cian! Did you hurt him? Tell me you didn't hurt him. Tirin!"

Tirin wore a pensive expression. Cian's eyes were flinty.

"Look, you two Endland cretins. I may be in love with you but that doesn't mean you can hurt Drak." She kicked Cian solidly in the shin for effect and then punctuated the kick with an elbow to Tirin's ribs.

Cian blinked once. The chamber grew quiet as he absorbed Keer's words.

Tirin, was smiled at his commander's expression. "
You knew this
how, Lieutenant
?" Cian demanded, pathing to Tirin but broadcasting his thoughts to both Keer and Tirin.

"He knew it because he allowed himself to know it!" Keer switched to spoken word "Dammit, Cian, never in all the moons did I think I'd find two men and one so thickheaded he doesn't listen to his mate's thoughts." she shook her head. "Of course I'm in love with you!" she looked at him, disgusted.

"I want to see Drak now. We can talk about our…arrangements later. You don't expect me to leave, do you?" The dark hunter looked doubtful.

"Gods Cian, why would I consider it? Think, hunter!" Tirin and Cian were unmoving.

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"No mate of mine will leave me to hunt for a Terran bondsman."

Cian spoke through clenched teeth.

"I am your second, commander." Tirin paused, his stare directly at Keer. "She admits to loving us. She chooses to be our mate."

Keer sank into the large chair and reality hit her like a lightning bolt. How would they deal with this? How would she deal with these two giant men with matching egos? "
And matching sexual needs
" a small voice spoke from the corner of her still-numbed brain. She had to survive and she had to continue to hide her existence from the human males, the barbaric human race that had attempted to defeat her at every turn.

Suddenly, it didn't matter. The worrying about being a bondsman, staying alive, running from planet to space freighter to the next planet became minutia in the detail of her life. What had been so important to her survival now seemed insignificant. Without these two hunters, she couldn't survive because her pitiful Terran existence would not be worth living.

Keer inhaled. "She chooses." Then she threw her arms around the necks of two very pleased warriors.

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