Grace Goodwin - Mated To The Vikens

The third man pulled his cock back, only the head inside me, before he plunged deep. I tilted my head back and cried out as he began to move.

“We won’t last, mate. None of us will. We will give you our seed, ensure that you crave us. Need us. Need our cocks just as much as we need you.”

I could do nothing but stroke the two cocks in my hands as the one fucking me had me pinned to the bed.

“I’m going to come.” It was the second man’s deep growl. I could feel him thicken in my palm just before I felt hot pulses of seed land on my belly and breasts.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that I’d stroked him off so well that he couldn’t hold back. Perhaps it was the fact that I had a man fucking me as a second came all over me, but I came too. Hard. I screamed as I gave over to the pleasure of it all. I barely heard the first man’s growl, but felt his seed coat my body. As the shimmering feel of the orgasm began to taper, their hands moved over my body, spreading their seed. It should have seemed weird, being coated in the sticky essence, but it heated my flesh wherever it touched. My nipples hardened and I clenched down on the cock that fucked me with wild abandon.

“She’s so tight I can’t hold off.”

His body stiffened above me as he shouted out, his seed pumping into me. I’d never imagined I could feel a man’s release inside me, but his was hot and copious, coating my walls, sliding out around his thick cock. I came again, the need too great.

“Such a good girl. You are ours. You belong to all of us. Our seed is on you. In you. We have not formally claimed you, but we will when you are ready. There is no going back. You will desire us always, as we do you.”

“Yes. Again. More, please.” I’d forgotten I still held their cocks, both remaining as thick and hard as if they hadn’t just come. They shifted, their cocks slipping from my fingers.

The man between my legs pulled out.

“More,” I begged.

I sensed them shifting on the bed, moving so that a different man was between my thighs. I was flipped onto my belly, a hand about my waist pulling me back for the next man’s cock.

“Yes, more,” the deep voice said. “Always.”

I whimpered as he filled me, collapsing as my body convulsed in another orgasm, my pussy rippling over his cock.

“Miss Antonelli!”

A woman’s voice. Confused, I hung on to pleasure as the aftershocks of the orgasm made me shake and moan. And that huge cock fucked me, filled me, stretched me with relentless force.

God, I wanted more, but the sensations faded no matter how I clung to them.

“Miss Antonelli, are you all right?”

My eyes fluttered open and saw a familiar face looming over me. It wasn’t one of the men who’d been in bed with me. It was a woman, one I recognized all too well. Her face was pretty, but severe, as if she took her job very seriously. Warden Egara. The woman who worked for them . The alien races who claimed to be protecting our planet from some terrible horde of creatures. “Warden Egara?”

“You screamed. Are you hurt?”

“I…you heard me scream?” God, I’d come so hard that I’d screamed? Who else heard me lose it?

She nodded, but remained silent.

“Sorry.” I looked around and wondered exactly how thin the walls were in this place. The room looked like a medical office, the walls white and the furniture clinical, unwelcoming.

Of course, no one stayed long. The brides and soldiers were processed in different sections of the building. So, there might be a whole squadron of soldiers on the other side of the wall listening to me have an orgasm all over some alien cock. Who heard me scream? Probably everyone in the building. The tingling after-effects of the orgasm still pulsed in my body. My core clenched, eager for the man’s hard cock to fill me once more. My nipples were hard and my skin was soaked in sweat.

I was supposed to be matched to the perfect alien mate with some high-tech program. But that hadn’t exactly been a test. No, that was more like being tossed into a live-stream adult film.

“Was that the test, the matching protocol I read about?”

Warden Egara raised both brows, a slight grin lifting the right side of her mouth. “Yes.”

“What kind of test was that?” I asked.

She looked over me critically, as if still worried about my health. But my question appeared to ease her worry and the intense crease between her brows relaxed. “Intense, isn’t it?”

That wasn’t the only word I’d use. Incredible. Exhilarating. Overwhelming.

I nodded as I licked my lips. My hands were restrained in the testing chair and I wore the ugliest hospital gown ever to grace the female form. Dark gray with little Interstellar Brides Program insignia all over it, I felt like I was in a psych ward, not an alien dating service.

My nose chose that moment to itch and I sighed, resigning myself to twitching my face to relieve the sensation. I wasn’t surprised by the thick restraints on my wrists and ankles. In fact, I’d grown quite used to them, for I’d been in handcuffs enough over the past few months.

Leaning back in the curved chair, I stared at the ceiling and tried to get my bearings. That dream, God, it had to have been a dream, had been the most amazing thing ever. It was the best dream I’d had since I’d been arrested. In fact, it had been the only dream. Nightmares, on the other hand, haunted me every time I dared close my eyes and try to rest.

“Is the testing over?” I asked. If she needed to do that again, I wouldn’t object.

I rolled my head to the side to watch as she ran her fingers over the small tablet she held. “Yes, the testing is finished.”

“So I’ve been matched?”

She looked up, offered me a quick smile, then glanced at the tablet again. “Yes. To Viken.”

Viken. I’d heard of the small planet that was part of the Interstellar Coalition, but that was all. Earth hadn’t been involved for long and I’d been too busy with legal proceedings and survival to waste time reading about alien civilizations.

She walked to a small desk against the wall on the opposite side of the testing room and sat down. “I need to ask some additional questions to continue your processing. For the record, please state your name.”

“Sophia Antonelli.”

“And the crime for which you were convicted?”

“Fraud. Money Laundering. Forgery. Illegal transport of goods across state lines. Smuggling.” There were a couple more, smaller offenses, but that about covered the laundry list. “Is that sufficient?”

“Yes, that will do.” Warden Egara’s fingers flew across her tablet as she continued. “Are you currently, or have you ever been married?”

“No.” I’d been married to my job, not a man. I'd been an art dealer, nothing exotic. Hell, what could be so harmless about a degree in Art History? Look where that got me. In prison, where the only chance to avoid long, miserable years of confinement meant volunteering to be an alien’s bride.

“Have you produced biological offspring?”

“No.” You had to have sex to get pregnant, and I was living a two-year dry spell.

“For the record, Miss Antonelli, as an eligible, fertile female in your prime, you had two options available to you to serve out your sentence, twenty-five years in the Carswell Penitentiary located in Fort Worth, Texas.”

“No, thank you.” Prison orange was not my color.

Warden Egara smiled patiently and continued on in a monotone voice, as if reading the words. “Or volunteer service in the Interstellar Brides Program. I am pleased to tell you that the system has made a successful match and you will be sent to a member planet. As a bride, you might never return to Earth, as all travel will be determined and controlled by your new planet’s laws and customs. You will surrender your citizenship of Earth and become an official citizen of your new world.”