"The idea of me doing something to your nipples arouses you, doesn't it, mate?" Grigg took a step toward me. "I can see they're already hard, eager for whatever I'm going to do. I can feel your interest and desire for it through the collar. I bet if I explored your eager pussy with my fingers, I'd find you wet, too."
He took another step toward me, gently put the metal bar down on the table. It was ignored for now, his focus squarely on me. All that power, that size, the intensity, was aimed at me and I didn't have the power to resist it. To resist him. Waves of desire washed over me, made my pussy ache, made it swell, readying for his cock. My breasts plumped, my nipples were tight points. My skin heated.
"There's … there's something wrong with me." I'd never become so aroused so quickly before, and he wasn't even touching me. It was similar to when I'd put the collar on, my feelings overwhelming me.
"You're feeing my arousal, too. Our bonding has already begun, our seed, our bonding essence is already at work in your body. There are no secrets between mates. No false emotions or desires. That fact will help you overcome your fears."
He lifted a hand to my arm, but did not touch, slid it down through the air, but I felt the sizzle, the heat of that almost touch and I shivered.
"Bonding essence?"
"That fluid that drips from our cocks is for you. I rubbed it on your clit during the exam, to ease your fears. Then, when we fucked you, our seed coated your pussy, marked you. Filled you. The bonding chemicals in our seed enters your body, becomes essential. It's one way Prillon warriors bond with their mates."
"You guys drugged me with your semen?" I asked.
He shrugged and wasn't ashamed to admit it. "Drugged is not the right word. Your desire, your acceptance is just another sign that you belong to us. Right now, I have yet to touch you and you are close to coming. Am I wrong?"
I was breathing hard now, the room quite warm.
"No." I had to admit the truth, for it was obvious I was affected … somehow.
"Then trust me to make you feel good. Take. Off. Your. Shirt."
His voice dipped, had a sharp tone to it. He'd talked to me about my concerns, but now his patience was at an end. I could feel that, too.
Reaching for the hem, I lifted it up and over, tossing it to the floor. Grigg watched as I did so, kept his gaze squarely on my chest as it was revealed. The odd bra-like one from Earth with an underwire and cups, yet minus the full cup-exposed the top swells of my breasts. Like a demi-bra, only much more demi than anything I'd seen on Earth. If I breathed hard, I was sure my nipples would pop free.
With one finger, Grigg tested that theory, hooked the fabric along the plain edge of the white material and nudged it down. My nipple was revealed, all hard and taut. When he exposed my other nipple, I gasped, the cool air in the room hardened them farther.
"Gods, you're gorgeous," he exclaimed, exhaling a pent-up breath. I felt his desire ratchet farther, especially when he slid a knuckle down the full swell of one breast.
In that moment, I felt gorgeous, for his eyes, his expression, was one of eagerness, need and dark desire. His need was coiled tight, like a spring. Leaning forward, he took one tip into his mouth, sucked and laved it. My fingers went instantly to his hair, tangled in it and held on. After a minute, he switched to the other breast, did the same thing, then looked at both. They were bright pink and shiny from his ministrations.
"There, that's better."
I glanced at him with lust-filled eyes. I could only nod, for it was better, and yet infinitely worse because I was eager, so eager for more.
Without looking away, he grabbed the metal bar and held it in front of my breasts. With the press of a button, the width adjusted so that the circles were spaced apart the exact width of my nipples. Grigg pressed it gently against my breasts, shifting my soft flesh a little so that the nipple was placed in the center of the circle. He did this to one, then the other.
I looked down and watched, enthralled by the odd object. I only knew of nipple clamps that were like little clips, pinching the nipples. Sometimes decorative jewelry or chains dangled down. But this … this was different, a bar attached with what? Suction? A cinch? I wasn't sure how it worked.
He flicked his gaze to mine. "All right?" he asked.
It didn't hurt at all, the metal warm against my skin, so I nodded.
He pressed another button in the middle and a pale yellow light came on. At the same time, the aperture on the circles around my nipples narrowed until Grigg was able to take his hand away, the toy remaining on. The pressure wasn't too bad, but I did gasp. My already tender nipples were being squeezed ever so slightly.
The light changed color to a darker yellow.
"That's it," Grigg said, lifting his own shirt up and shucking it to the floor.
Oh my. His chest was massive, and rippling with muscles. His shoulders were broad, twice the width of my own and all that power tapered to a ripped abdomen and, I knew, a huge cock that I could see was already hard and ready to take me.
"That's it?" I repeated, looking down at myself. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't arousing either. "It's not much of a toy," I replied, oddly disappointed.
"Well, I'm not fucking you yet," he countered.
I frowned at him as he stripped down completely. His armor fell to the floor and he placed something on a small stand between the chair and the bed. I didn't see what he placed there, for his cock was erect and bobbing between us and captured my complete attention.
"The toy-as you call it-senses your arousal, senses what you need to assist in achieving orgasm and will tighten the pressure on your nipples accordingly."
I looked at the innocuous object again. "Are you serious?"
He grinned and came over to me, worked the remainder of my clothes off so I was naked. He'd even carefully removed my bra.
"Gods, look at you. Did men on Earth tell you how spectacular you are?"
I opened my mouth, thinking back to the men I'd been with in the past. None of their faces came to mind, for I'd felt nothing like I did with Grigg and Rav.
He held up a hand. "Never mind. Do not answer that. Do not think of other men when I touch you, or I shall have to spank your perfect ass and fill you with my cock until you remember that you belong to me."
I wanted to laugh, but I sensed that he wasn't completely joking.
"You're ours, Amanda. Mates. You feel it, you know it."
I flushed, for I felt the truth of his words through the collar, the burst of arousal he felt when he looked at me. The circles about my nipples tightened slightly and I gasped. The color on the bar shifted to orange.
He winked at me, knowing the clamps had tightened.
"I like watching your face when the toy starts playing with your hard nipples. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock."
I moaned then, for the words were just what I wanted to hear.
He sat down in a chair, legs spread wide, crooking his finger.
I moved toward him, the odd feel of the bar between my breasts more distracting since the slight increase in the tightness.
With one hand hooked about my waist, he pulled me to him so I straddled his hips, my breasts directly in line with his face. With the lightest of touches, Grigg licked my breast all around the outside of the metal circle, first one, then the other. The circle tightened.
My fingers tangled in his hair, wanting to keep his mouth directly over me. I writhed on his lap, shifting and rubbing his cock against my belly. I could feel his pre-cum seep from him and coat both our skins. The heat of it, the bonding essence, he called it, warmed me, spread through me like a drug. It was a drug, for I craved it. Needed it. Just the little stream that was coming from him was not enough. I wanted all of him, his cock buried deep and his seed coating my pussy.
"What about … what about Rav?"
I was not used to having two men. Was there a protocol regarding being with one of them without the other? Did one get jealous of the other?
"He is working. You are here, in need of a sex toy demonstration and a good fucking. We do not need to take you together all the time. You will find us insatiable, so be prepared to have your men on you morning, noon and night."
With his nose, he nudged the bar between my breasts. It elicited a gasp from me and a tug on his hair.
"Let's see how wet you are, how ready you are for my cock."
He pushed me away from him, his grip tight on my hips as he scooted my ass to his knees, holding my thighs over his as he spread his legs, forcing my pussy to open in the space between us, easy for him to see and touch. I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. While I knew he would not let me fall, I needed some kind of anchor.
"Don't move." The two words barely registered before his hand left my right hip to cup my wet heat. I knew I was wet, for the air cooled my sensitive flesh where my juices coated the folds of my core.
He explored me with two fingers, holding my gaze trapped with his own. I stared into his dark eyes as his fingers pushed slowly, so very slowly to fill me. His eyes filled with lust, need, desire and the look drove my arousal as much, or more than the bonding essence in his seed. No man had ever looked at me like he did, like he'd die if he didn't fuck me. Like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. His desire was addictive, it made me feel powerful despite the fact that I was his to command, his to control. And that dichotomy confused me.