"Grigg, will you please hold our mate's hand? This first part can be a bit unsettling."
Both my mate and my cousin obeyed my directive, but I knew it was only because they had nothing else to occupy them. Still, Grigg's heavy grip wrapped gently around our mate's much smaller, more delicate hand and I sighed with relief when her fingers entwined with his, the creamy color a stark contrast to his darker gold coloring.
"All right, Amanda." I was in full doctor mode now. "The first insertion will be the arousal stimulator. After that will be the nerve stimulus as well as the bio-implant device that will take care of your bladder and pussy."
Amanda stared at the wall, ignoring both of us. "Sounds like fun. Go ahead and get it over with."
Grigg growled at her fatalistic-sounding response, but I caught his gaze and shook my head. It was crucial we made our mate aroused and in need. She was scared right now, newly arrived and far away from everything she knew. She did not yet understand how much she meant to us, how greatly we valued her. But she would learn. Gods, yes, she would learn. Starting now.
I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, on the softest skin I had ever felt, and tried not to take offense when she jumped at my touch. "Easy, Amanda. I promise there will be no needles, and no pain."
She sighed and settled down and I shifted my hand lower, toward the glistening pink pussy I ached to taste. My balls grew so heavy they ached, hanging from my body like lead stones under my rock-hard cock, but I ignored the discomfort and lifted the wand to the entrance of her pussy.
The medical device was probably cool to the touch and I nudged her core, spreading her open bit by bit until I could begin the smooth slide, pushing it deeper and deeper into her wet heat.
One of her feet lifted from the support and she arched her back. "What the hell?" She sounded angry, and confused, but the exam was a requirement of the Bride Program's processing protocols, and could not be skipped.
Grigg grabbed her foot and placed it back into the support. "Hold still, mate."
With the probe fully seated in her pussy, the soft folds of her core folded around it like layers of silk, hugging it deep. I placed both of my palms on her thighs and attempted to reassure her. "The exam is protocol, Amanda. I'm sorry you're uncomfortable. Would you prefer I summon another doctor to complete your testing?"
"No!" She gasped the word, as if shocked I would even suggest it. Thank the gods, because the idea of another male seeing her like this made me want to kill things and I doubted Grigg would even allow it. She was not yet safe, not yet ours. We hadn't claimed her, hadn't fucked her, hadn't put our mating collar around her neck or our seed in her body, hadn't made her scream her pleasure and beg us to take her. She was vulnerable, unmated, unclaimed. And so fucking beautiful I knew the moment we stepped out of the medical station, we would be challenged for her if our collar was not in place around her neck.
Grigg's grip settled on her ankle, holding her in place. Unbreakable.
"Just-just hurry up." Her pussy pulsed, clenching around the probe at Grigg's dominant touch, her juices flowing around the blunt-tipped device where it remained buried inside her, the nerve stimulus and other pieces hanging from the end like dead weight, waiting to be placed on her body. Inside her body.
I got to business, attaching the implant insertion device over her and the clitoral stimulator atop her nub. Engaging the suction cup, I began with the lowest vibrational setting as I reached for the anal bio-implant want and lube.
Risking a quick glance at our mate's face, I saw that she was biting her lip, panting. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her free hand clenched into a fist and then loosened over and over as if she were counting, or fighting for control.
Worried now, I checked the bio-monitors to ensure her health and safety. She was fine, but her body temperature had risen slightly and her arousal? Gods. I looked at Grigg. "Her arousal is nearing sixty percent."
"What does that mean?" He frowned at me, confused at my awe.
"She's more than halfway to orgasm, and I haven't yet begun the testing."
Grigg's knowing smile reflected my thoughts on the matter; we were lucky. It appeared we had been blessed with an extremely sensitive, amorous mate.
All the air in Amanda's lungs rushed out with a soft whoosh of sound, as if she'd been holding her breath, fighting her reaction to us. I applied a generous amount of lubricant to the anal device, which was not much larger than my thumb, and settled it at the opening of her ass. "Have you ever had anything inside you here, mate?"
She shook her head and startled. "No."
My cock jumped at the news. This virgin ass was mine. As Primary Mate, Grigg had exclusive rights to her pussy until she became pregnant with our first child. After that, I would be free to claim her as well, to fuck her and hope my seed would take root. Until then, as her Second Mate, her ass, her mouth, the rest of her was mine. When we claimed her in the mating ceremony, Grigg would take her pussy, and I would be balls deep in this tight, pink-I placed the lubricated probe at her entrance and slowly, carefully worked it inside.
She didn't fight us, didn't make a sound as I settled the probe deep in her ass, stretching her open, filling both of her holes as Grigg held her down.
Our brave little mate fought her body's reaction but as soon as I had confirmed that the microscopic bio-implants had been inserted, I adjusted the controls over her clit and turned them up. Higher. Harder. Faster. The machine would apply suction, vibration, pressure … whatever she responded to would be applied, whatever she needed to reach a release.
She whimpered and I watched as the monitors tracked her response.
"Seventy percent. Eighty." She was rocketing toward orgasm like an ion blast shot from a cannon. In all the exams I'd done for other warriors, I'd rarely seen a female this responsive. Gods, she was fucking perfect, and so fucking hot she was about to come. "Eighty-five."
Grigg released her hand to reach for her breast, massaging, tweaking her nipple as her hips bucked off the table. She was close to climax. So close. For us. Just for us, her mates.
"Turn it off. Now."
Amanda
"What?"
Turn if off? Turn it fucking off? I had a huge probe thing in my pussy, another in my ass, and some kind of perverted version of a vibrating suction cup pulling on my clit like a hungry demon forcing me to orgasm as two huge, dominant men I'd never met before loomed over me like I belonged to them.
Which I guess, according to the barbaric rules of this alien society, I did. As far as they were concerned, I was theirs now. Their mate. Their property to do with as they wished, and that meant getting me off. Then stopping. I didn't want them to stop. Sure, only a minute before I didn't want them to start, but now …
"Grigg?" Rav's voice echoed my confusion.
"Turn it off."
The command in his voice brooked no argument and I felt my pussy clench around the probe in response to his power. I shouldn't be on the brink of orgasm just from hearing that rough authority, I shouldn't want to hear that voice again. But God help me, I did. I was so close, my body writhing, my pussy aching, even my ass stretched, stuffed until I was so overcome with sensation tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I was desperate, needy, weak.
I was never weak.
Rav adjusted something down there, between my legs, and everything stopped but my labored breathing, my urge to scream in frustration. I was still stuffed and hungry for more, but the vibration on my clit, the suction, came to a complete stop, leaving me on the razor's edge like the worst tease imaginable.
I bit my lip and choked back a groan of delicious pain at being denied, refusing to reveal my need beyond that one escaped sound, my weakness to these two complete strangers. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to the stupid exam in the first place. This was unlike any exam I'd ever had.
To be left like this, raw and needy, on the edge? It was embarrassing. Begging would simply make my humiliation complete.
I. Would. Not. Beg. Ever.
"Asshole." That was a word I could live with. Asshole.
Grigg growled at my insult, his rough hand on my breast gently kneading me, at the same time pinching and releasing the sensitive tip over and over. "Look at me."
I closed my eyes at his command, refusing to turn my head in his direction.
"Look at me."
I shook my head, still upset to be left like this. Fragile. Needy. Open. Out of control.
Vulnerable.
A sharp slap landed on my inner thigh, hard and fast, the burn spreading through me like a tidal wave of heat that I was not prepared to take. My eyes flew open. I couldn't stop the sound that escaped my tortured body, the whimper, any more than I could stop my core from pulsing with pleasure at the bite of pain.
The monitor thing beeped again and Rav raised an eyebrow. "Ninety."
Grigg's hand left my breast to tangle in my hair and he turned my head. The added hint of pressure, of his control, made me grind my hips up, toward the suction cup, trying desperately to make it turn back on. I needed.
"Look. At. Me."
Unable to deny him any longer, I did, shocked to find his face inches from mine, his lips so close I could taste the scent of his skin on my tongue, a musky combination that made me hungry to taste his flesh. Our gazes locked and I saw something so primal, so aggressive in his eyes that my body froze in place, instinctively submitting to his dominance even before he spoke.