That made me smile. "Sorry, Earth slang. I think you're attractive."
Rav sighed. Was that relief in his gaze? I'd never once, not for a second, even considered that these big, bad warrior aliens would be worried about my opinion of them. Worried that I might not want them. I was the alien here. The odd man out.
I imagined their women were probably well over six-foot tall, golden and built like world-class athletes. Me? I was average height, dark brown hair just curly enough to look a bit wild, but never styled, average C-cup breasts, too round an ass and too soft everywhere else. Perfect for being a spy and blending in. My eyes were nice, the dark brown reminded me of hot fudge on a sundae. But they were the only truly beautiful thing about me. But the rest of me was soft and boring, and I was nowhere near the size of women they must be used to.
God, and they expected me to fuck both of them? Be mated to both of them? Forever?
Oh, shit. My pussy betrayed me, pulsing with slick heat as fragments of the dream I'd had in the processing center played through my mind. Suddenly all I could think about was Grigg at my back, forcing me to take his cock, to kiss him as Rav's tongue worked its way to my-
"Well, this testing should be easy." Rav's grin was wicked and I squeezed my thighs tighter together beneath the fragment of sheet as the wand thing in his hand went crazy. "Mate, will you permit me to test you now?"
"You want to test my attraction for you?" Whatever. I already admitted it. What kind of testing could they do? They could wave a hundred of those wand things in the air, I didn't care. What I needed was to get ahold of one of them and send it back to Earth. I was pretty sure the magical wand was one of those technologies these aliens had denied us.
Rav nodded. "Yes. I must test your compatibility and attraction levels. It is protocol, Amanda. Something every bride goes through upon arrival."
I shrugged. "All right. Go ahead then."
"Good," he replied. "Then lie back on the exam table head on the pillow. Yes, like that. Now put your hands up and touch the wall behind your head. There, but closer together."
I settled on the exam table, adjusting the sheet so it covered me and pressed my hands to the wall. Odd, but fine. I could adapt. I was a chameleon.
Conrav
The look on Amanda's face when the restraints came out of the wall and bound her wrists indicated this was not something that happened during a standard medical exam on Earth. When she started fighting the bonds, I became concerned.
"Amanda, calm yourself." I went to the side of the table and brushed her dark hair from her face. "Shh."
"I do not need to be restrained like this. Get these things off me!"
Her eyes were wide and wild.
"They are for your protection," Grigg said. "Rav is going to complete the tests and we need to ensure they are accurate. Lie still."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Grigg moved to the other side of the bed, looked down at her. His hand stroked along her bent arm. "Nothing is going to hurt."
"No more needles? I fucking hate needles. Beat me, water board me, but don't come at me with needles."
I shook my head, moderated my voice to try to keep our mate calm. Someone had beaten her? I'd ask her that later, but now, I had to calm her. "No needles."
"Only pleasure," Grigg added, although he'd never been to one of these exams before.
We continued to talk to her in soft voices and with soothing touches until she calmed. I looked at the numbers on the wall above her wrists. The restraints had sensors in them, testing her biorhythms. While her heart rate was still high, I was not concerned. Amanda had been correct, she should be nervous.
If I could just get her into position, what Grigg said would become true. She'd find nothing but pleasure from the testing.
Pushing a button on the wall, the table began to retract from beneath her legs, the lower third disappearing, leaving her round ass on the very edge of the table, exactly where I needed her to be. I took her slim ankle and lifted it up so her legs were elevated until the leg supports finished moving into position. Grigg had taken her other leg and followed my example.
"I do not need a gyno exam," she muttered, glancing down her body as he finished her placement for the test. "And when I do have one, I'm not fucking restrained."
"This is not a gynecological examination," I said, taking a bioprocessor insertion wand off a tray I wheeled closer. Grigg watched every move I made and I bit back my irritation. This was all new to him, and she was his mate as well. His to watch over and protect. "This is a bio-implant wand. I have two, one for your bladder and one for your ass. All of your body's biological processes will be monitored and controlled by the ship's bioregulation units from now on."
"I don't understand." Amanda's chest was heaving, and it took all of my self-control not to be distracted by the rise and fall of her breasts. I ached to touch her skin, so taste her flesh. After so many years of believing Grigg would never select a mate, I was having trouble controlling myself.
"All matter is recycled and repurposed by the Spontaneous Matter Generators on board the ship. These implants will remove your body's waste automatically for recycling." I gently parted the sides of the sheet and let them fall back to hang down toward the floor, exposing her lush body again.
"What?" She struggled once more, pulling against the restraints that held her wrists against the wall. Her body was curved and perfect, her waist small in comparison to the wide flare of her hips and the very full, round lobes of her ass. They would be more than a handful, and I couldn't wait to spank her and watch them giggle and sway, watch them turn a dark pink, listen to her moans of pain that transformed to pleasure as I grabbed them and spread them wide, claiming her, filling her ass with my cock.
Grigg must have sensed my distraction, for he answered her. "You will never need to empty your body of waste again."
"What!" For some reason that upset her and she pulled harder on the restraints, her breasts swaying side to side as she fought to be free.
"The wrist restraints are also sensors, Amanda, and cannot be removed until I have completed your testing." I used my calmest, most nonthreatening doctor voice. "I have ankle restraints as well, but they serve no purpose other than to hold you still. Can you remain in this position or will I need to secure you?"
She looked at me as if she would strangle me should her hands break free of the restraints. Through clenched teeth, she replied, "I'll hold still."
"Good girl," Grigg said, moving to stroke her hair once again.
Amanda turned her head away from Grigg's touch and I pretended not to notice the way his hand froze in midair, unsure. Grigg was never unsure, but I felt our mate's rejection as keenly as he. The hope for an easy, uncomplicated mating shriveled in my chest into a cold, hungry thing. She was not what I had expected. She obviously did not want to be here.
I'd hoped for an eager bride, a woman to welcome us with open arms and a loving heart. I'd hoped for a bride gentle enough to calm Grigg's rage. So far as I'd seen, Amanda was nothing but fire and resistance, denial and fear, and I wondered if the bride processing protocols had made a mistake. She was the first bride from her world. Perhaps the system needed further testing?
"Hold still, Amanda. I'm going to put my fingers on your pussy now. I need to ensure you receive the proper bio-implants."
She remained silent, her thighs tense and quivering, with stress or fear I wasn't sure which, and liked neither. I'd administered this exam for other warriors on board the ship dozens of times, always with a detached sense of duty and excitement for the warriors and their new mate. But this time, her pussy was mine. Her ass was mine. Her body, her fire, her surrender? Mine.
Her legs were bent, her feet in the supports, her ass and pussy on display, and suddenly I lost all pretense of clinical detachment. She was our mate, and I wanted to make her come so badly the air around me grew thick and I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be doing. Gods, the wet scent of her musky arousal made my cock hard as iron ore.
Chapter Five
Conrav
"Rav." Grigg's tone was raw with need, but fully in command. I saw his nostrils flare as he, too, scented our mate's desire.
With her head tilted away and her body tense, I would think her under duress. She'd given her permission and, as we had told her, her body did not lie. She liked her new position, being vulnerable and on display. It was her scent that betrayed her. It grew stronger with every passing second as if she could feel my heated gaze on her core, could sense the dark urges telling me to forgo the required exam, drop my pants and fuck her senseless. As Prillon, we were acutely aware of our mates in this way. We could scent arousal, the need to fuck, and used it to take care of our mates. It ensured a happy and sated bride.
"What? Is something wrong?" Amanda's voice brought me back from the brink and I leaned to the side so she could see my face as I answered her.
"No, mate," I cleared my throat. "My apologies. I shall begin the exam immediately."
She settled her head back on the table, still not looking at Grigg, who stood on her right with a stone-cold, expressionless guise on his face. I knew that fucking look. He was hurt, hiding it, and about to do something stupid unless I gave him something better to do. I knew he could smell her eagerness for us. But, apparently, that wasn't enough to calm him.