Why couldn't he be more like Ric and Div? Wanting to please and pleasure without needing to control everything. As a soldier, he needed to be in command of his mind, body and most certainly, those under his command. When it came to the female, was he expected to simply forget his warrior status and bend and scrape to their every whim? He couldn’t do it.
Kat’s willingness to comply with their wishes made him forget every lesson taught to them by his fathers. He wanted to hold her, bend her to his will, while fucking her blind. He wanted to make her love him. Little did she know, his heart and soul already lay within her soft, fragile hands. Already in his mind there could be no other.
Hul always struggled with his society’s acceptance of what was normal, when it came to Demos quads and female relationships. Even though the drive was there to mate and produce heirs, having to fight with his mate every day for the rest of his life, well, it grated against his being. Kat offered a way out. He sincerely doubted she would adopt the manner of Demos females. It made him want her all the more.
He knew other males on his planet held similar opinions. But society went with what was the norm for over a thousand rotations of the Demos red sun.
It didn’t matter if Demos had the strongest standing army in the galaxy; nothing could protect them from themselves. They were a slowly dying race.
Still, he acted like a brute. Kat was fragile and precious. He should have known better than to be so forceful with her. She was already open and gave much of herself. Hul vowed to gentle his way with her in the future and treat her with the respect she deserved, even if it killed him. He wanted to keep her just as much as his brothers did and would do anything for her.
The door to the training room slid open. The clash of swords and grunts of slapping, sparring flesh greeted him. Hul inhaled the musky sweat of the room, as each quad trained hard. He stripped his top from his torso and grabbed a practice sword from the weapons rack.
His fellow soldiers and subordinates gave him short, respectful bows as he passed them. He aimed a finger at the Far brothers.
“Come, let us spar.”
They moved to obey.
A hard workout would help keep his mind from the little, lush female now being pleasured by his brothers. More than that, help keep himself under control—or so he hoped.
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Kat learned that all good Demos brothers did as their sheraz commanded. Gol explained that being High Lords, they had to set an example for the rest of the populace of Galafrax. They were determined to show her how good it was to belong to them. All she had to do was give an order and they jumped to fulfill her every whim. The only order that truly offended them was the request to return her to her home planet. By this time, Kat had no real wish to return to Earth, at any rate. The choice of a long, lonely life on Earth, or a life filled with adoring, pampering alien men. It's a no brainer.
She belonged to them and they to her, a fact she easily accepted. She choked back the laughter when she finally asked about this fuck droid she often heard them mention. They showed her a quick vid, on the holographic display of the shapeless humanoid covered in the same red skin tone, standing only a few inches shorter than a Demos male. It reminded Kat of blow up dolls some men used back on Earth. Only, these were robots. A toy invented to help ease the Demos’s sexual needs.
All four brothers swore they would never use a fuck droid ever again, once they noticed her disappointment. They assured her she satisfied their desires, like no other ever had, or ever would.
It made her happy she could please them on such a level. She was not allowed to leave their quarters, due to the ship holding a complement of randy, Demos soldiers, but the thought scared her enough to obey and stay within the safety of her men’s quarters.
When she described vibrators and sex toys she’d once owned back on Earth, they stood in stunned silence, until Gol declared he may not vibrate, but he could pleasure her much better than any toy she had ever owned. Kat laughed heartily, agreeing she had never been more satisfied in all her life.
The fuck droid wasn’t the only strange mechanical device on the ship. When a spider-like device with a shiny, round, black body and long, thin mechanical arms and legs came speeding out of a small hole in the wall, Kat screamed in fright, bringing all the brothers running to her rescue. Their amused smile and explanation of the cleaning-bot left her feeling somewhat sheepish.
To keep her occupied, while the machine cleaned, Gol tossed her down on the table and fucked her until she came and felt way too sleepy to care.
The sexual appetite of the four brothers was insatiable. In between eating, sleeping, bathing and learning about Galafrax, they took her in positions she hadn’t known existed. They favored having her suck one of the brothers, while another brother fucked her from behind until she came. They took it as a challenge to see who could bring her to completion faster. All four brothers worked like a well-oiled machine. Learning her body and how to make her moan and shriek in ecstasy, before she collapsed in exhaustion, too sated to move anymore.