Mated to the Cyborgs(58)

She came then, a soft rolling orgasm, a long plaintive moan accompanying it. It wasn’t like when we fucked her. No, that would come. This was a different kind of release, her body and mind giving over to us, succumbing and relenting. Loving it, us. Our dominance. Our acceptance of her as a strong and independent female.

Tyran stilled his thumb, let her savor the moment, for we felt it too. She was giving to us and we were giving to her.

When she caught her breath, she opened her eyes. Tyran leaned forward so he could look into her passion filled gaze. I saw the pale depths were filled with love. Felt it. If I were an Atlan beast, I’d beat my chest and roar.

“Claim me,” her voice was breathless, but the words were an order, no less.

I stilled, slipping my fingers free. Those were the words I’d longed to hear since she arrived on the transport pad. Tyran grinned as he slipped his thumb from her. “You are aware the Prillon custom of claiming involves an audience. Witnesses to the official act of us fucking your ass and pussy, filling you with our seed.

Her eyes widened, even with her cheek pressed into the bed. “No.”

“You don’t want us to claim you?” Tyran asked.

“Claim me, fuck me, but do it here. No audience. I don’t need a witness. I know you’re mine.” She turned her head so that her forehead was pressed into the mattress, waiting. “You’re both mine.”

He nodded once and glanced at me. This was another breach in protocol, but we were beyond caring about customs or rules. We only cared about her.

“God, you two are making me crazy. Do it. Claim me. As long as it’s right now.”

I reached up, undid the knot from the headboard, then loosened the portion about her wrists, freeing her. Helping her up so she was kneeling, I rubbed her arms and shoulders, easing the muscles. Tyran settled onto his back on the bed, waiting. I helped her climb over his lap, but he turned her around, facing away from him.

“I love seeing my handprints on your ass,” Tyran said, taking a hold of her hips and positioning her as he wanted, his cock nestled directly behind her.

“While we will not have witnesses,” he said. “But we will say the words. Do you accept our claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary mate?”

Kristin looked over her shoulder at Tyran, smiled at him. I felt a blast of love from the two of them.

“I accept your claim, warrior.” She said it to Tyran, then turned back and looked at me. “I accept your claim, too,” she repeated.

“Then we claim you in the rite of naming,” I said, finishing the honored words spoken by Prillon mates for centuries. “You are mine and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”

“As will I,” Tyran concluded.

“It’s time,” I told her. “Take his cock in your ass, mate. Tyran will help you. Once he’s deep inside, I’ll fill your pussy.”

She nodded once and lifted up, then, with Tyran’s hands on her for guidance, lowered her so his cock pressed against her ass. With Tyran having prepared the opening and the liberal application of lube, once Kristin took a deep breath and relaxed, she flowered open and his cock head slipped inside.

She groaned, then panted out her breaths as Tyran held her in place, keeping gravity from forcing her to be filled too quickly.

Reaching out, I brushed my thumb over a nipple, felt the softness of it as I watched it tighten. “You’re taking him beautifully, mate. Just know, my balls are aching just from watching his cock disappear inside you.”

She licked her lips and nodded once and Tyran knew to lower her down. Slowly, up and down he moved her, fucking her until he was in all the way and she was sitting on his lap.

I stroked my cock just from the thought of him buried within her.

“Ready for me, mate?”

Kristin puffed out a breath and gave me a shaky grin. I could see her clit protruding out and I licked my lips, the taste of her still on my tongue. “Yes, I want you in me, too.”

“Lean back,” I said and she placed her hands behind her on Tyran’s torso. The angle exposed her pussy to me.

Tyran widened his legs and I moved between, gripping my cock and guiding it to her entrance. She was just as wet and her juices coated my crown. I met her pale eyes, saw her arousal, felt her readiness for this.

Shifting, I slid in, but she was so fucking tight. There was almost no room for me, with Tyran’s cock pressing against mine through the thin membrane that separated us.

I held my breath as I worked my way in. I put one hand on the bed and leaned forward, our chests touching as I held her gaze and thrust deep.