143. Getting Started
143
Getting Started
B raveheart
You were absent last night, Valor says.
I don’t know how his psychic powers work, but somehow I’m aware he’s talking only to me as we make our way to our tent, our three drones preceding us, capturing every expression on our faces.
Perhaps you should take the lead. I don’t want you to feel left out, he says.
I stop walking to turn to look at him. My mouth flops open in surprise as I try to wrap my mind around sharing this female. As geneslaves, we were brought up knowing we weren’t complete males, that our cocks would never work.
After our first deployment, when they quit dampening our chemistry and allowed our masculine attributes to come through, we realized our cocks only worked when our handlers permitted it. And we knew we’d never be allowed near a female.
I seldom permitted myself to even dream of being near a female, much less mating one.
But when those thoughts entered my mind unbidden, late in the night, I never considered sharing a female. I’ve got so much animal DNA, how could I possibly want anything but to completely possess a partner?
I don’t understand how Valor can make such an offer, but I’ll take him up on it.
“Yes.”
You start with her. Invite me in when you’re ready.
Valor, you’re a good male. You’ve saved my life more than once. Let me be clear, I will never be ready to share Willow. Even with you. I’m only being honest.
Willow
They’re too quiet back there, and when I try to psychically connect with Valor, it’s a black wall. They’re talking amongst themselves.
Anger slices through me when I get the distinct impression they’re planning their strategy. Although part of me appreciates the thought, I don’t like being left out. And I definitely don’t enjoy feeling like they’re the predators and I’m the prey. A sly smile tips my lips when I decide how to retaliate. I’m going to take charge.
I step to the foot of the bed and turn around to face them. A moment later, we’re in a huddle, everyone’s arms on each other’s shoulders.
“Link us, Valor?”
After we’re linked, I say, I’d like us to stay linked the whole time. We’re here to earn credits, yes. It sounds like we’ll need them. But we declared our feelings for each other earlier, on our front porch. Have anyone’s feelings changed?
They both shake their heads.
So the next few hours are going to be about three people: Valor, Braveheart, and Willow. By the end of our explorations, I want one thing and one thing only—for us to have found a way to express our emotional love for each other in a physical way. Does everyone agree?
They nod.
I remove my hand from Braveheart and step into Valor’s embrace. He’s so tall, even on my tiptoes I could never reach his mouth unless he leans down to me. We kiss. Many sweet, smacking kisses, then I lean back and look into his eyes.
Your third eye is swirling blue and purple. It’s your sexiest look.
I never saw it that color.
Because you never loved anyone before . I smile, grab his hand, and kiss his palm. I’d like to start with just Braveheart and me, let him get the lay of the land. Can you tolerate that?
Great idea, he says with a loving smile on his face.
I turn to Braveheart. We had that one scorching kiss the night before The Game started. Well, I guess it was more than a kiss. We dry-humped to completion. I hope it doesn’t take him too long to get up to speed.
Braveheart
My cock is twitching against the loincloth I’m wearing under my coveralls. Look at her. I’ve known she was beautiful since the moment I saw her walking down the hallway to our cell, but now? She’s radiant.
The reason she looks even more beautiful now certainly isn’t because we almost died today. Or because of the red-eyed drones moving in for a close-up. Her eyes look dewy and the corners of her mouth tip up because she cares about me. It’s her love for me that makes her even more lovely than she already was.
I love you, Willow.
I love you, Braveheart. Undress me.