Her mouth fell open and she tightened her grip on the sheet.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered.
Dare undid the front of his pants and pulled out his cock. Hannah turned her head away and squeezed her eyes closed.
“You do not need to see me to know how I feel about you.” Dare gripped the base of his hard cock and began stroking it, his thumb brushing over the flared head.
While my collar was programmed to mute Dare’s feelings, Hannah’s was programmed to fully experience the physical link with both of her mates. She would know the intensity of both our desires, both our needs when it came to her. There was no question she could feel Dare’s arousal, feel the rush of pleasure just looking upon her brought to him.
She gasped and turned her head back in his direction as I rubbed her bare shoulder with my palm and whispered in her ear. “The connection, Hannah, is powerful. It can’t be denied.”
Dare continued to stroke and she continued to stare at him, her skin flushing impossibly darker. Her pussy was dripping wet with her arousal; I could scent it in the air. Her racing heart, her aching backside, the heavy weight of her breasts, and the throbbing demand of her pussy… all sensations came through the collar with the utmost of precision.
“I don’t understand,” she replied, her voice hoarse.
“You will adjust, Hannah, not only to space, but to me and Dare,” I told her. “Only time will give you the knowledge you need to accept your new life. In the meantime, we will begin our life together as we mean to live it from now on. Remove the sheet.”
Hannah’s eyes remained on Dare’s hand stroking his cock.
“Hannah,” I warned. “Do as you are told.”
When a bead of fluid dripped down the crown of Dare’s cock, Hannah licked her lips. The subtle scent of Dare’s pre-cum was an aphrodisiac, an arousal tool used to bring about desire and eagerness in our mates.
Having Dare stroke himself not only let Hannah see he had desire for her, but initiated her arousal response to him. Once the pre-cum touched her skin, seeped into her silky flesh, the connection between them would only enhance. The sensual side effects of the pheromones in our cum would create an even deeper bond once our seed was buried deep within her.
History had proven that even if a female mate was reluctant to fuck right away, they would usually at least allow a man to show his cock and hence, be exposed to the pre-cum’s sexual effects, just as Hannah was right now. She didn’t know it, but her mating connection had begun. She would be eager for both of us, her pussy continually wet, her body on edge and hungry. Our desire would feed hers through the mental link forged by the collars we wore. Her mind might try to fight our lust-filled desires, but the collar and the connection we shared was strong. Dare and I were powerful warriors and even we couldn’t fight it—nor did we want to.
Some cultures argued that the link was a form of coercion, a way to use a woman’s own body against her. But that argument was for the unmated people on our world, for once mated, none voluntarily gave up the bond. It gave too much pleasure.
Hannah was my match. There was no need for her to fight what would ultimately bring her great happiness and safety. Neither Dare nor I wanted to waste time before claiming her. Even now the ship headed for the war at the front. We had to get past Hannah’s defenses quickly and with precision. Only when we had completed the claiming ceremony and her collar matched ours would her safety be ensured.
I stepped back and dropped my hands from her shoulders to cross them over my chest. Hannah stood rooted in place, watching Dare stroke his cock. She didn’t move, almost as if she wasn’t sure what we expected of her. I was more than willing to remedy that.
“Turn around, Hannah, and show Dare your ass. Let him see the bright pink handprints from your punishment.”
Her eyes tore from Dare’s ministrations to meet mine. She could hear the implication in my words. Continue to defy me and she would be spanked again.
She didn’t move and I took one small step closer, but kept my voice smooth and gentle. I was not angry with her, and I needed to be sure she knew that.
“Take off the sheet.”
As she swallowed, she released her tight hold on the covering and it fell to the floor.
Dare groaned at the sight of her. Dark hair fell over her shoulder to brush against one pink nipple. Her breasts were full, more than a handful, with large, plump tips. As we watched, they hardened into tight peaks. She wasn’t slim like Prillon women, but soft and round. Her waist was slightly curved and her hips were wide and a perfect, lush hold for our hands as we fucked her.
Lower, between her thighs, the slick folds of her pussy were visible. They glistened, pink and swollen, from her earlier pleasure. She grew aroused as the link between us flared. I knew she was feeling my need to lick her pussy and hear her sweet cries as she came all over my mouth. The painful fullness of my cock would reach her senses as well. I was as hard as Dare, eager to sink inside her supple body. The scent of her arousal grew stronger now, sweet and potent.