Gunnar growled at the sight of all her creamy skin, her lush curves.
“Perfection,” whispered Rolf as he cupped her full breast, as if testing the weight of it.
With her eyes covered, we looked to her body for her responses, the way she arched her back into Rolf’s touch, the gasp that escaped her lips, the flushing of her pale skin.
She was ours. How did we ever have doubts about this? About her?
We touched her gently, reverently, learning every silky soft inch of her. As Rolf played with her breasts, made her nipples hard, Gunnar dropped to his knees and stroked up and down her shapely legs, kissed her hip, cupped her lush ass.
I licked and sucked at her shoulder, then along the tender line of her neck, found the sweet spot behind her ear that made her sigh. When I felt her racing pulse beneath my lips, my cock pulsed. Throbbing against the front of my pants, I opened them and pulled my cock free. Gripped the base and stroked up to the tip, coaxing a slick drop of my essence to coat my fingertips. All the while, I kissed and nipped her flesh. Took her pert nipple into my mouth and sucked the hard tip deep.
When I felt the telltale wetness on my fingertips, I raised my hand to paint my seed to her other nipple and leaned forward to claim a kiss. I was the only one not to have kissed our mate, and I was tired of waiting.
The bonding essence in my seed hit her bloodstream as my tongue thrust deeply into her mouth. I’d given her just a hint of my need. All at once, she moaned and she…softened. There was no other word for the way her muscles relaxed, her skin warmed beneath our touch, her breathing lost its rhythm.
I glanced at Rolf over her shoulder and he, too, had his cock free. He was circling his fluid onto the long, elegant lines of her neck, up and down over her frantic pulse and I could see the way his essence seeped into her skin, her body taking it in as would a flower with water in a parched desert.
“Oh,” she gasped. With her eyes closed, she didn’t know that we were marking her with our pre-cum, preparing her even further for our domination, with the first taste of our seed power. The bonding essence in our seed would alter her body on a cellular level, make her hunger for our touch, as we would for hers. The seed power kept newly bonded Viken couples together through hardship. But, as we’d learned with Queen Leah, Earth women responded with a much more aggressive manner. The Queen had become addicted to her men, needed constant attention and actually been in pain without their bonding essence. The strongest effects lasted just a few weeks, and I had dreaded this time before I saw our mate.
Before I tasted her. Now, I could not wait to spend the next few weeks at her beckoning. If she needed to be fucked, stroked, pleasured, I was more than happy to comply.
In Sector One, where I’d been raised, it was common for newly mated couples to display their passionate connection in front of others. I’d always thought the men, with their public claiming, had lost their minds. Only now, as I tasted Sophia’s kiss, captured her soft moan with my mouth and rubbed my essence into her creamy flesh did I understand. I longed to march her to the courtyard below and fuck her like a rutting stallion, force everyone in the fortress to listen to her scream her pleasure and see how beautiful she was. Pleasure that I’d given her.
My pleasure.
Sophia lifted her hand to my head and buried her hands in my hair, holding me close with her own demand. I knew her other hand had lowered to Gunnar’s head, to the lips so very close to the pussy we would all soon claim.
We hadn’t yet touched her core, although Gunnar’s mouth was just inches away. He just needed to move his head and he’d be able to flick his tongue out and lick her. To taste her arousal, which I could see glistening on her thighs.
Gunnar’s thoughts were the same as mine, for he spoke as he undid his own pants and took his cock in hand.
“I smell your need, Sophia. Dark and musky. Sweet, too. I want to taste you. We all do. Do you feel the power of our need?”
With his own pre-cum coating his fingers, he stroked between her thighs. From my position, I couldn’t see more than his hand disappearing, but when she leaned back against Rolf and cried out, I knew Gunnar was touching her. More pre-cum streamed from my own cock at the sight of her open-mouthed cry, her flushed skin.
“That’s it, Sophia. Do you feel our essence in your blood?”
“Yes.” She arched her back and shifted her hips toward Gunnar. His hair was too short for her to command with just one hand. She pulled my head back down for another kiss as Gunnar continued to touch her wet core. Rolf’s sweet words covered all of us as he held her still for our attention.
“We have a bond so powerful it connected us from across the universe. Our seed contains bonding elements that will make you crave our touch, mate. The fire in your blood will spread and burn through you until you come all over our cocks, over and over again.”
She whimpered into my mouth and I rubbed more of my essence onto her nipple, pinching her as I felt her legs collapse. Rolf held her steady, his voice wrapping our mate in a sensual cocoon as Gunnar and I worked her body with our hands. “You can feel how much we want you. Fuck, how much we need you.”
Sophia didn’t release me, but she lifted her hand from Gunnar’s head to wrap that arm around Rolf’s neck.
“Once we get our cocks in you, mate, fill you with our seed, the claiming will be complete.”
Sophia tore her lips from mine and begged, “Please.”
“We will give you what you want,” Gunnar said, standing to his full height, his hand still buried in her pussy. He lifted her slightly with the strength of his palm pressed to her clit. She whimpered and moved her hips, trying to fuck his hand.
Gods, she was so fucking hot, I had to step back before I spilled my seed like an untried youth.
I glanced at Rolf over her shoulder. I could tell by the way his eyebrow was raised that he, too, had made note of the strength of her reaction. We’d only given her a hint of our seed. What would happen when we stuffed her with three cocks and filled her all at once?
Gunnar withdrew as well, and our mate slumped against Rolf. Panting. Flushed. Her hands spread to the sides slightly behind her as she braced against the railing for balance. The black cloth covered her eyes and she waited, every curve on display, the rise and fall of her breasts hypnotically beautiful. I could have stared at her for hours.
“What now?” she asked. She licked her lips and whimpered when Rolf pulled his hands away and walked around her to join us. Her back was to the railing.