Mated to the WarriorsBy: Grace Goodwin
Hannah Johnson, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Earth
I was blindfolded, but I could hear the soft hum of several deep male voices whispering around me. I was surrounded. I turned my head left, then right, but I could see nothing, only blackness. Something silky smooth, but liquid like melted chocolate, enclosed my neck like a collar of liquefied heat. Once the circle was complete, my senses were enhanced. The scent of my mate’s cock teased the air and I knew he stood before me. I could smell the spicy scent of his arousal. I knew well the exotic taste of his pleasure on my lips. How did I know his taste? How did I know the collar about my neck linked me to him somehow?
I tugged at my bonds, trying to reach him, to taste him, but the thick straps that held my wrists together above my head prevented me from doing so. The desire for my mates and the power of their link to me were strong, but all I could do was stand, naked, and wait.
The scent of my own skin and something strangely metallic flavored the air. I could feel the soft flow of slightly cool air moving over my naked flesh. My legs were in a wide stance. Pulling on the restraints above my head, I tried to step forward, but realized that thick straps around my ankles restrained my movement. I kicked at them, but found that although I had a few inches of leeway, beyond that, I could not budge.
All I could do was wait. My ears strained to hear footsteps, a rustle of clothing, anything to alert me to what was going to happen next. I was confused and uneasy, but my body was eager and aching for my mate’s touch.
The thought sent me into a near panic, and my heart pounded so hard I was afraid it was going to explode out of my ribcage.
What was this? Why was I naked? Where the hell was I? This was not what I’d signed up for when I volunteered for the Interstellar Bride Program. I was supposed to be matched to a mate who would be perfect for me, and me alone. I was supposed to be cherished and loved, and…
As if I’d summoned him, a large hand settled on my shoulder and slid up to the side of my neck. Even blindfolded, I could feel the brute strength in that touch, and the sheer size of his palm made me tremble, but not with fear. I knew his touch, somehow, and craved more.
His voice filled my ear from behind, and he pressed the heat of his naked chest to my bare back.
“Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary mate?” A deep, baritone voice growled the questions and my pussy grew wet in response to his voice. My mind didn’t recognize him, but my body did.
“I accept your claim, warriors.” The words flew past my lips, as if I had no control. And, in fact, I did not. I tried to ask a question, to find out where I was, what was going on, but it was like I was in a virtual reality sim. I could feel the heat of the giant male at my back. I could smell my mate’s pre-cum teasing me with future pleasures. I could feel the unforgiving metal of the floor beneath my bare feet and the heated glide of liquid silk as it wrapped around my neck. I could hunger and ache and want, but I could not move.
Whatever was going to happen next was completely out of my control.
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.” His hand squeezed softly, wrapping around my neck in the front, a soft but gentle reminder that he was the dominant one, that he could take me, fuck me, make me come—and there was nothing I could do about it.
I didn’t want to escape that strength. I wanted more.
I’d chosen this, the Interstellar Bride Program and their selection testing. I vowed I would give my destined mate my trust and my life, utterly and without reservation.
He pressed his lips to the side of my face as the voices I’d heard chanting earlier answered him in a ritual sounding chorus of male voices. “May the gods witness and protect you.”
My mate growled behind me and squeezed my throat the slightest bit with his right hand, and my pussy fluttered in welcome. A second pair of large male hands came to rest on the outsides of my thighs, and I knew then that another male knelt before me.
The hungry primary mate at my back held me tightly against his chest as my second man’s rough tongue traced its way from the inside of my knee, up my inner thigh, to lick the wet core of me.