Epilogue Corrina
I nod to Wilkes as I pass through the line for dinner.
Even though he placed the unraveler that slowed down the Fixer team, I went with my gut and gave him another chance.
My reasoning was that it was done under extreme duress, and at some level I feel like IPC failed him if he didn’t feel like there was anyone he could ask for help.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping an eye on him ever since.
For eight months, Wilkes got assigned every boring, menial, insultingly basic tech job we could find.
And for eight months, Wilkes did every single task with the single-minded kind of focus and care as if each one was critically important to the station’s continued function.
More importantly, he did them with genuine gratitude and appreciation for the opportunity.
After that, I started having more sensitive and complex tasks assigned, and his work never disappointed.
It’s now been almost three years since he returned to full security and clearance.
Watching Wilkes sit down with his little brother, who still has no idea that the man who claimed to be his uncle was a threat, I know I made the right call.
Sometimes people just need a second chance, and a place they know they belong.
Both Wilkes and his brother are safe and happy in base housing, and Wilkes now knows that he’s got people to turn to if something happens.
Ironically, Jameel is one of those people.
Wilkes ended up asking who found out about the unraveler and thanking her for finding it.
I don’t think he had any idea how he was going to get out of the trouble he was in, but Jameel’s discovery set things in motion to get both Wilkes and his brother out of an impossible situation safely.
They’ve grown close in the years since that incident, and together they are two of my best Fixers.
And an admitted cute couple, even if they are both still dancing around their mutual attraction that everyone around them pretends not to notice.
I slide my tray onto the table and sit down across from Curran. “How are the newest arrivals doing?” I ask conversationally.
“Fantastic,” he replies with a grin. “Nothing motivates current personnel like getting shown up in physical competition with a bunch of newly-minted soldiers, regardless of species.” Kapoor Base recently accepted several non-human recruits from one of IPC’s most species-diverse classes yet.
There are still some stations and commanders who aren’t comfortable with non-human soldiers, but we’re not one of them.
On the contrary, we’ve been identified as a model station for the integration of non-humans into service.
I’ve been advocating for more non-human recruitment forever, but the fact that I’m happily married to three haleens has definitely driven the acceptance of non-humans here on base.
Of course, not everyone was happy with it and I gladly arranged for transfers for anyone who wanted to leave.
But for the most part, it’s been a positive change for the base and the service. And I couldn’t be happier.
As if they can sense that I’m thinking about them, Davix, Krish, and Zann stroll into the mess hall. As always, their eyes find me immediately, and I’m rewarded with three toothy grins. I can’t help grinning back at them.
“Unreal,” Curran grunts, and I turn to face him.
“What?” I ask defensively.
“Four years since you married those three, and you still light up when you see them. You’re so fucking adorable, I can’t even stand it.”
I laugh and resist the urge to punch him in the arm. Not that I think anyone here would stop me or say anything, but it would still be unseemly to punch my second in command. At least in public. Even if he sometimes deserves it.
“Good evening, Curran,” Krish says as he sits beside me. Zann sits opposite me next to Curran, and Davix settles down on my other side with a silent nod.
“Gents,” Curran says in greeting. “If you can make time, you should stop by training sometime this week. Got some new recruits who are faster and stronger than humans who could use some sparring partners that would challenge them.”
“We will stop by,” Zann replies. “I believe one of them is a relative of our first supervisor at the docks.”
“That’s right,” I muse. “He was all set to join your crew, and then you talked him into signing up for IPC.”
“To be fair, he had dreamed of being part of IPC since he was a kit, but he didn’t think he could join as a non-human. But yes, we assured him that he would be accepted if stationed here. I am not sure he really believed us until he found out that we are married to you.”
I smile at that. “I’ll have to stop by when you’re at training then too,” I reply. “Say hello to the new recruits.”
“Just try to keep the lovesick stares to a minimum when you do,” Curran pipes up. I kick him under the table in response.
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“I have never seen Curran so gleeful,” Zann says as we strip out of our sweaty clothes after training a few days later.
“Curran’s never had a soldier that fast under his command before,” I offer. “Neither of us have. It’s a whole different level.”
“Was not that fast,” Davix signs sullenly. He is still a little irritated at being beaten in a foot race, even by someone half his age and size.
“He is extremely fast by human standards,” I say, draping my arms around Davix’s neck.
“He just doesn’t seem that fast to you because you are so extraordinary yourself.
” Davix’s expression tells me that he knows I’m trying to make him feel better.
His hands on my hips, pulling me tight against him, tells me that he’s willing to let me.
“Not as strong as us though,” Krish comments. While I agree, I don’t say anything in response because Davix’s lips are now pressed to mine as his tongue delves hungrily into my mouth.
I sigh against his lips and then frown when he pulls away.
“Wash,” Davix signs, and I step into the shower with mild disappointment.
My disappointment is short-lived, however, as I feel Krish’s hands slide into my hair.
I tip my head back and close my eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers massaging my scalp.
I feel Zann’s hands lifting one arm as Davix kneels before me and begins soaping up my legs.
I’ve assured them repeatedly that I’m more than capable of washing myself, but that fact has never deterred them.
And it’s not like I’m going to complain about the feeling of six hands gently caressing my skin.
When we’re all clean, Zann wraps me in a towel before scooping me in his arms and carrying me to the nest. He lays me down in the center and then kneels beside me, staring down at me for a moment.
“What?” I ask softly, as he continues to stare.
“I never could have imagined feeling like this until we met you,” Zann replies softly. “Sometimes, it still surprises me,” he continues, placing his hand over his hearts.
“Love you,” I murmur, leaning up to kiss him.
As I do, I feel Krish crawl between my knees as Davix wraps an arm around my waist. Davix licks a path up from my collarbone to my chin as his hands stroke lovingly across the scars on my stomach.
Krish places soft kisses up the insides of my thighs, his strong hands easing my thighs apart as he settles between my legs.
Zann’s large hands cup and caress my breasts, teasing my nipples to stiff peaks as he kisses me slowly and thoroughly.
My breath hitches as Krish’s skilled mouth finally reaches my pussy, and his tongue slides out to taste me.
I feel Krish’s rumble of approval as he finds me already soaking wet.
His tongue slides through my folds before dipping inside me, lapping up my arousal hungrily.
I will never tire of Krish’s slow, thorough attention or the feel of his tongue caressing every fold and crease.
My pleasure builds slowly, and I am so close to the edge when Krish pulls back momentarily.
I whimper in frustration and then gasp as he buries two long fingers inside me.
He curls his fingers slightly as he strokes and then lowers his mouth to suck my clit.
I come with a cry as Krish continues to stroke and lick, keeping me right at the limit of what I can take while somehow pushing my pleasure even higher.
I pull my mouth from Zann’s and glance at the three of them.
“I need one of you inside me.” Davix nods and takes Krish’s place between my thighs.
Then he is lining up his beautiful cock and sinking slowly into me.
The feeling of having him buried fully inside me never fails to take my breath away.
We lie there together for a moment and then he starts to move.
Davix fucks me slowly, pulling out until I almost whimper at the loss of him and then slowly sliding back in until he is as deep as possible.
He keeps up a slow, steady pace until I am writhing beneath him and then he rocks back to his knees.
One of his arms wraps around my leg, lifting it over his shoulder so that he can go even deeper, and I moan in pleasure.
Krish takes advantage of the change in position to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and gently nipping with his sharp teeth.
“Can I have your mouth?” Zann asks in a rumble, and I nod eagerly.
I hold his eyes as he guides his cock between my lips, moaning around him as Davix buries himself deep once more.
Zann’s hand cups my chin as he fucks my mouth, brushing his fingers across my skin tenderly.
“Come for us, Corrina,” he murmurs, as his movements speed up to match Davix’s increasing pace.
“Come for us and let us fill you until you are bursting.”
My eyes flutter shut as my next orgasm hits, and I feel Davix’s cock spasm inside me.
Davix grips my hips as he empties himself, and I give Zann one last lick as he slides from my mouth.
A moment later, Davix pulls out and Zann flips me so that I am on my hands and knees, face down in the nest. Zann’s hands grip my hips as he eases his cock into me slowly so that I can feel every bit of his ridged length.
He growls and rolls his hips when he is fully seated, drawing another moan of pleasure from me.
I feel Krish’s fingers tangle in my wet hair, and then I am parting my lips to swallow him down.
I shudder at his groan of pleasure as I work his cock down my throat until my lips meet his body.
Zann drives into me forcefully, and the wet sound of our bodies coming together is a steady rhythm punctuated by his low growl.
I feel Davix’s hand slide between my legs, stroking my clit as Zann lifts my hips until my knees no longer touch the nest. He fucks me with deep, powerful strokes, rocking his hips into me with each thrust. Zann comes with a growl, and the feeling of being filled once again pushes me over the edge into another orgasm.
My body is trembling as Krish pulls away and settles himself in the nest. Zann eases me back down, and I can feel him shaking slightly as well.
He takes a deep breath before leaning forward to pick me up, and then he is sliding out of me and lowering me onto Krish’s waiting cock.
“I’m going to need just a minute,” I gasp, as Krish wraps his arms around me and kisses my swollen mouth.
He rocks me gently against him, and I feel Davix’s and Zann’s arms supporting my back and stroking my arms. I sigh contentedly and lean into Krish, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my forehead against his.
We sit like that for a moment, reveling in the feeling and then Krish’s hands slide under my ass.
I let him do most of the work, lifting me up and then pulling me back down as his hips buck.
Zann’s fingers find my clit, pinching and stroking me in time with Krish’s slow, deliberate thrusts.
Krish’s teeth nip gently at my ear as he brings us together again and again.
“You are so perfect, our Corrina,” Krish murmurs against my skin.
I can feel our combined fluids drenching him, but I know that only turns him on even more.
“So wet, so full of us,” he growls as his movements pick up speed.
“Come for us one more time, and then I will lock our seed inside you where it belongs.”
Even though there is no chance of pregnancy, there is something primal for all of us about the idea of being stuffed full of them one after another.
“Please, Krish,” I murmur, and then all three of them are working together to drive me onto Krish’s cock harder and harder until I am screaming with pleasure.
I am shaking and breathless, my body twitching with aftershocks.
I feel the now familiar motion of Krish’s hand massaging the base of his cock as he withdraws, trapping their seed inside me.
Zann runs his hand over my slightly swollen belly with a contented rumble as he kisses me softly on my temple.
Then the three of them lay me gently in the nest and I am surrounded on all sides by their warmth.
I sigh contentedly. The sex is somehow always mind-blowingly amazing.
They’ve completely ruined me for anyone else, which is fine since I wouldn’t ever want anyone but the three of them.
But for all that we enjoy the sex, there is also something particularly intimate about lying together like this afterwards.
Limbs tangled together, bodies pressed tightly, glowing with satisfaction and happiness.
Our breaths evening out, our hearts slowing down, as we settle together into the nest skin to skin.
Krish brushes a sweaty strand of hair from my face and Davix presses a kiss to my palm before tugging my arm around him.
Zann’s arms tighten around all three of us, and I am surrounded by the love and the familiar comfort of my haleen husbands.