When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
Author: Ashe Barker
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 64,900 Words
The belt whistles through the air again, and I flinch as it makes contact but there is no scream this time. I absorb the searing pain, panting as it seeps through my body. Luca is close, leaning in to hold my gaze, His image shimmers, obscured by tears but I am aware of his scrutiny, the focused intensity of his eyes as they hold mine. His concentration is absolute and I can conceal nothing. I have no desire to.
Sylvan lands his third stroke across both buttocks and I let out a yelp as it sizzles across my tender skin.
The next two strokes fall in rapid succession, each one bringing me to my toes but the pain is curiously cleansing. I find I am anticipating, welcoming the stripes still to come, almost disappointed that this episode is so close to completing.
Almost, not quite. I heave a long, ragged sigh as Sylvan lands the last stroke across my thighs, catching both at once. It is agony, pure and glorious, and it is over.
Luca releases my wrists but not my face. He moves to lie beside me, and brushes his lips over mine. It is a kiss. I know of this, and I understand its meaning though it is not a gesture ever used by Fyorlians. I find that it is pleasant, intimate. I wonder if he might do it again. Perhaps I could request it.
“How are you?”
The question is unexpected. I tilt my chin to look up at Luca, frowning. Behind me, Sylvan is moving about and I hear the closet door open, then close. I assume the strap has been put away, though that knowledge does not flood me with the relief I might have anticipated. My perspective is shifting, and this is happening so fast I cannot adjust to the changes rapidly enough.
“I am… confused.”
“Yes, I expect so. And scared?”
I nod. “It is all so strange, so… different.”
He does not answer, or at least, not with words. Instead, he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around my body. He is hard, solid, strong and gentle at the same time. He just beat me with a strap, they both did, yet I have no stronger desire right now than to clasp my hands behind his waist and hang on.
I cried as they whipped me, but suddenly I am overwhelmed by emotion and cannot contain my racking, wrenching sobs. I weep, my tears soaking the front of Luca’s tunic. Normally I would fight to contain such an outpouring; it is the Fyorlian way, it would be expected of me. But here, now, with these two human males, I do not. I cannot.
The bed dips as Sylvan joins us. He presses the length of his body to my back, I am trapped between them, their firm strength and capable power enfolding me. They are dominant, I am meek, submissive, as are almost all Fyorlian females, but here it carries none of the risk and vulnerability I usually associate with my status. I am safe, secure, cared for.
My buttocks still hurt, but the pain is less now, the sensation dissipating as my body recovers. I shift slightly, rub against Sylvan, and one of us groans; I suspect it is not me, not this time, but I am close to it. The intensity of lust was sated briefly, supplanted by the new sensations coursing through me, but my predicament is reasserting itself now.
“Oooh,” I whimper. “Please, please, I need—”
“Now? No preamble?” It is Luca’s voice I hear. “You want one of us to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I wail. The terminology is not what I am accustomed to but I am beyond caring for such niceties. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Which one of us do you want?”
I have a choice? I had not considered that possibility, and in any case, I do not wish to select one or the other. “I want you both,” I announce firmly. Then I hesitate. Have I gone too far? “Is that allowed?”