He cupped my elbow and led me across the lush field between the various buildings. The men called them huts, but it seemed my idea of that term and a Viken’s was vastly different. They were not huts as I’d seen on Earth. They were more like cabins in the woods. Rustic and simple looking on the outside, but well-constructed with modern amenities such as kitchens and bathrooms on the inside. So much was different here. This was a race of interstellar travelers, with spaceships and technological advances I couldn’t begin to dream of… yet they chose to live like this. To cook their meals on stoves and bathe in real water when a number of races had devices that would clean them without ever touching a hair on their bodies.
We’d ridden in a simple boat from where I’d been transported from Earth to this place. A bridal training center! A training center for fucking. The men said it was for recalcitrant mates. I wasn’t recalcitrant. Hesitant, definitely. Headstrong, absolutely. When Lev had spanked me yesterday for not obeying him in the boat, I’d been stunned. Shocked that he’d actually followed through with his discipline. It had hurt!
But it had also given me permission to hurt, to stop bottling up my fear and my pain. I was shocked that he’d spanked me, but even more surprised by my reaction. I liked that bite of pain. I liked being forced to let go. I’d debated for the last couple of hours what I might do to earn another punishment at Lev’s hands in the future. I’d cried and kicked and screamed, and I’d let it all out, all the poison inside me. I felt free and empty now, no longer afraid or tense. I was wrung out and exhausted by the whole experience, but I knew I wanted to feel that sting again. I was counting on it to help me hold myself together. I was counting on them, my mates, to hold me together, to make me stronger and keep me safe. I was falling in love with them, depending on them, trusting them… and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.
I had a feeling Lev had gone easy on me, and that there was more, if I wanted it. More pain. More leashed darkness inside me. I wasn’t ready to face that yet, but there was something about these men that made me think about things I never had before. They also made me ridiculously horny, eager to fuck and accept sexual needs I had never dared to imagine before coming here, before being matched to three such powerful and dominant men. They were addictive, a drug I didn’t want to live without.
They called it seed power, the chemicals in their seed that made me eager for them. It seemed absolutely ludicrous, but the reaction was hard to deny. Even now, I was dripping wet, my pussy swollen and achy for my men’s cocks. I’d woken up in the middle of the night and begged to be fucked. God, I blushed just remembering how wantonly I’d behaved. I had even loved having the bigger plug put in my ass.
Yes, I was not the same woman who had left Earth. I was not that conservative city councilman’s daughter any more. I was wild and wanton, and I didn’t care. Right this moment, I didn’t care.
Tor led me through the huts, his large hand completely enveloping my own in his gentle hold. I wore a new gown, similar to the first that my mates had destroyed in their eagerness to take me, but a different color. The last one had been a rich, vibrant green. This one was a dark, earthen brown that reminded me of a bear’s fur. Tor had dressed me to match him. And as he’d walked with me along the well-tended garden paths between huts, he’d told me the cost, in Sector One, of growing up without a family. He’d kissed me like a drowning man desperate for air, and had vowed to never leave me, or the child they were trying so hard to plant in my womb. The vehemence in his eyes convinced me he meant every word.
We walked in silence for a short while, but I could tell something worried my mates. Lev would never tell me what was going on. I knew that. He would simply expect me to trust him to take care of it. Drogan? Well, he would tell me, if I asked, but I already knew he would choose his words carefully. He was the diplomat, the one who kept the peace between them, and he never spoke without considering his words. But Tor? Tor would tell me the truth.
“What’s going on? Why are we hiding out here instead of going back to your capital?”
Tor squeezed my hand and tugged me into the shadow of a giant tree trunk where no one would be able to see us from the walking paths. He leaned down, pulling me close to whisper in my ear. “The old man you met yesterday, Regent Bard?”
I nodded. The old man seemed genuine, and happy to welcome me to Viken and my mates.
“He was the Viken regent. He was extremely powerful. The current leader of our planetary government.”