I didn’t understand their talk about sectors, but I did understand politics. My father had been a high-ranking city councilman before he died and I’d listened to many dinner conversations where deals were made and contracts signed with handshakes. I’d followed in his footsteps for a time, serving as a low-level city clerk, eager to work my way up the ranks and eventually run for office. But that had been before meeting my fiancé. He’d convinced me to quit my job, to become more dependent on him. That should have been my first clue that something was wrong.
Here and now, on this alien world, someone was trying to get to me through the three men, dividing them, not geographically, but by rousing suspicion and playing on old distrust. It seemed to me that their bond as brothers was stronger than that of whatever sector they came from. Perhaps it was the unbelievably strong feelings I had for them. I’d known immediately when I stood before Drogan in that line of men that he was my match. But now, the feeling was even stronger.
The pull I felt to these three men was intense. I needed them, I needed their touch and their seed, which was absolutely insane. Their seed! I felt like I was craving a drug. They’d mentioned seed power and I had no idea what that was either. I had so many questions, but it wasn’t the right time. We needed to get away from those with the arrows and I had an idea. Fortunately, they weren’t too Old World to listen. After I told them, they smiled, satisfied with the plan.
Drogan handed the scissors to me and knelt on the floor at my feet. “Cut it to match Lev’s,” he said.
On his knees, he was at the height where I could easily trim his long hair. I cut it, then Tor’s slightly longer locks to match Lev’s. It didn’t take long and soon enough the three looked the same, except for the scar in Lev’s eyebrow. But that difference was indeed small. From a distance, it would not be evident at all. They changed clothing, Drogan leaving for a moment to return with black attire identical to Lev’s. Tor and Drogan changed into the new clothing and when the three stood before me my jaw dropped in shock. They were, indeed, identical. But I could tell them apart now. I sensed them: Lev’s darkness, Tor’s anger, Drogan’s pride. They each pulled me, their seed power a unique taste on my senses, but each one I craved.
I’d known them for less than two, maybe three hours and I knew all of this. It was crazy. Everything was crazy since I arrived. But the slick feel of their seed sliding down my thighs was like a drug and it seemed I liked crazy very much.
When Lev held up my dress for me, I realized I’d done all the hair trimming in just a sheet. It wasn’t until then that I took note of my body. I wasn’t sore, really, but I felt very well used. My pussy ached and I noticed my clit again, the ring through the hood a constant tease. It was true, it made me eager for more. Being fucked by three men, one after the other, wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Again and again.
“Ready?” Tor asked.
I nodded as the other men stripped the bed and put together the decoys.
“We will take to the water and meet this evening,” Lev said.
Drogan nodded. “Take her, Lev. Remain in the fuck hut until we reunite and have time to consider our next steps. But do not fuck her, brother. Until she is bred, we must share her each time.”
Lev wrapped the sheet about me and lifted me into his arms, not giving me the time to think about the idea of being bred. It felt good to be held by him, as if I were coming home. Drogan leaned in and kissed me swiftly before tucking the sheet over me completely.
“Wait,” Tor said. He lowered the sheet, kissed me as well, and covered my face again.
I couldn’t see what happened next, but was reassured in Lev’s arms. The sound of voices carried once we were outside and there was shouting, then Lev ran. I was laid down onto something hard, but the ground swayed. All at once I was moving, gliding. I couldn’t make sense of it, until I heard the sound of water lapping. A boat. I remained quiet and still until Lev murmured. “You may remove the sheet from your head, but don’t rise until I know we are away safely.”
While I couldn’t say that the plan had worked—Drogan and Tor each carrying bundles of pillows wrapped in sheets as decoys—we were away from danger. If the group wielding arrows had an allegiance to a specific brother, they would be afraid to kill him. How the other brothers had escaped, I didn’t know. I just knew that we would be together again soon. My body ached, craving all three of my men, and I felt as if I had to have them with me again or I’d die.
Pushing the material out of my face, I breathed deeply of the moist air. The sky was blue and dotted with clouds. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I was still on Earth. It was the two moons in the sky that reminded me that this was a new home, a new life. I looked down my body and saw Lev with an oar. Every time he lifted it, water dripped from the wooden blade. We seemed to be in a wooden canoe, for it explained the gliding feeling and its long narrow shape. I could smell the water, the salty tang that filled the air. I spent long minutes quietly watching the man who had just fucked me. My pussy ached from their virile attentions. Had he fucked me first? Had he pounded into me holding my thighs wide, or had he flipped me over and taken me from behind?