Chapter 67 The Conjugal Visit, Eve #2
Their words have melted away my anger for the moment.
I’m too tired to resist what they’re offering me, and I think of what Autumn said to me about choosing to be content.
And now I understand. I just want to accept the pleasure they want to give me here and now.
I want this so I can replay it again and again, in my mind, as I live through the monotony of my days here as a pet.
Does this mean I’m broken?
"I only want you to love me now," I say. "Please. We only have an hour. We need to—"
"I don’t like that it has to be this way," Rafe says gently. “But we couldn’t have watched you die. Not for what you were coerced into doing for Terra Ka. Your ignorance of the galaxy…”
“You sent me he—” I begin but Rafe cuts me off with an aggressive kiss. Apparently, they have their scripts all planned out and I’m not allowed to improvise. His lips are hard on mine, and he forces his tongue into my mouth and I open to him.
I’m trying to make sense of all the emotions I’m feeling.
It’s like I’m on a roller coaster in the dark that has drops and goes upside down and I don’t know how I’m going to feel around the next bend.
Maybe if I touch them more, pretend this is normal, it will feel more right.
I let my hands run over their bodies, too thin for them.
Rafe stops kissing me, and looks at me expectantly. I don’t know what to say, so I say, “You look good."
"Don't." Rafe catches my wrist. "Don't pretend this is normal."
"This is our normal." I say as they move toward the bed, and I sit on its edge as they stand near me.
I take a deep breath, willing myself to forget everyone and everything but these two men in this room with me.
“Make me forget everything but you for the hour. Make all that,” I motion to the door, “disappear.”
Rafe doesn’t speak; instead, he begins to unfasten the clasps of his jacket, folding it neatly like this is a boardroom negotiation instead of a sanctioned IGC violation.
Lorian lifts my chin, fingers rough under my jaw. “You're shaking.”
“It’s because I don’t know how to feel. Should I be afraid? I don’t know anymore,” I tell him honestly.
Lorian smiles, dark and full of promise. “Oh, my wicked human, I can’t tell you how you feel, but I know how I feel. Afraid and nervous. Afraid that I will let you down and nervous that none of us will survive this with our minds intact.”
Rafe says while removing his trousers, “We have an audience that we must all play to and a script to follow.” Then, as if on cue, he moves behind me on the bed and pushes my hair to one side and begins kissing a path up my throat, and whispers in my ear, “Jin Kol will want a show, but don’t show him your true self.
That’s ours. Today, show him the pet my father has taught you to be.
React only with your body and keep your heart to yourself. Understand my clever human?”
I acknowledge that I’ve heard him with a nod and put my hand on the back of his head, messing up his short black hair, encouraging him to kiss me more.
Lorian sinks to the floor and spreads my thighs with practiced ease. “Open up,” he says. “Wider. Show me what this fur hides.”
I obey, and his hot mouth finds me instantly without preamble.
Just teeth, tongue, and hunger. All the sensations I’ve desperately missed.
I cry out, and Rafe kisses me while he fondles my breasts purposefully, pulling on my pierced nipples.
And I can’t help but wonder if this is something he might have always fantasized about or is only doing it now for our audience.
I know this is something Imperial men like doing with their human pets.
“We should have streamed this for the trainers,” Rafe says in between kisses, pulling my nipples enough to make my whole breasts move in waves. “Every one of them would have paid handsomely to see the human who betrayed them be used like this.”
I try not to let his words hurt me. It’s as he said; it’s only a script. It’s not real. I can barely hear him anyway over the sound of my own breathing, sharp and uneven as Lorian licks my clit, holding my thighs spread wide.
And I open to them both, both my mouth and vagina, not as myself, but as the human-terrorist-turned-pet, and as an empty human vessel. A prisoner.
As if reading my mind, Rafe fists my hair and positions my head up. “Eyes up, Eve. Smile for the IGC.” Through the haze of ecstasy, I remember that I’m not supposed to enjoy this.
This is different. They are different.
They planned to be distant before they even entered this room. Hell, knowing Rafe he might have planned out every second and every word before they even walked through the door of their childhood home today.
Rafe stands and slaps his cock against my cheek once. Twice. “Open for me. Stick out that little pink tongue. This is what humans love, isn’t it? This barbaric act of the Eclipse Kiss.”
I open my mouth, ready for the familiar taste, and then he feeds his large penis between my lips, filling my mouth completely, and I almost gag.
“I know this is what human pets want. Take it.” His words are cruel, but I know he’s only saying them because he’s playing his role.
But another thought wants to surface; this is how he really feels.
No, that’s the Devil talking. They love me.
Don’t they?
Through the eroticism, I force myself to use logic. Rafe purposely used the word ‘pet’ to remind me I was punished for this at the Spire, punished because he saw me as an equal then and held Lorian and me accountable for this same act.
Yes, this is all just a show for the IGC to see my sentence is being served.
So I allow my base instincts to take over, and I moan around Rafe’s large, ridged cock as Lorian sinks two fingers into me, curling them just right, the way he knows I like it.
And his too-familiar touch confuses me for a second; it reminds me of the kind of sex we used to have at the Spire.
But as if he remembers too, he changes his tactic to something just as pleasurable, but different.
And there’s no space to think, and that’s their plan.
This isn’t lovemaking. It’s proof. Proof of punishment.
Proof of ownership. And I am not only allowing it.
I’m begging for it. Moaning for them like a Jezebel.
I can hear Sister Agnes’ voice in my head.
This is what you deserve. But I answer her back in my mind, No, this is what I want.
But what does that make me?
Contradictory. Yes.
Human. Yes.
Rafe begins to fuck my mouth like it’s a political maneuver, deep and punishing, while Lorian alternates between biting my inner thighs and dragging his teeth over my vulva while finger-fucking me.
I should hate their emotional distance, but I can’t. I love them too much. And it feels so good to be with them again. It feels right, even though, everything outside this room is wrong.
When Rafe pulls his dick out of my mouth, spit trails between us, I gasp, trying to separate the physical pleasure and the emotional trauma of this weird sexual distancing from one another.
We are all so physically close, but by mixing how we usually have sex, this feels wrong.
Like a bad dream. And I have to will my body to react to theirs like strangers. Like the holograms in Ghost Mode.
Rafe kisses me like he’s starving for my taste, and I think he’s recognized my internal crisis. That my senses and emotions are completely overloaded.
“Stay strong for us,” he says close to my face. “Turn that clever mind off. Don’t analyze any of this. This is only for the flesh, not touching the mind or heart.”
I close my eyes and try to imagine myself as just flesh without emotion or thought. I imagine myself like the holograph they made of me, devoid of anything that’s really me.
Lorian drives into me harder and harder, relentlessly to a rhythm that doesn’t care about comfort. This is only about display, I remind myself as he pumps into me. The Sovereigns showing their ownership of their guilty human terrorist.
And then Rafe puts his dick back into my mouth and they both begin fucking me in unison together, from each end. And again, I remind myself, I am just that holograph. No one is real here. I am not really here; only my flesh is here.
“That’s our good human prisoner,” Lorian says, as he snakes his hands under me to pinch my nipples. “I know what you like and you’re doing such a good job taking both of your owners at once. You want to please us, don’t you?”
Rafe pulls his dick out just long enough for me to answer, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sovereigns."
“Now Eve, take us both to completion,” Lorian says, and I try to open myself as wide as possible for them, both my mouth and my thighs.
Lorian continues to pull on my nipples as Rafe holds the back of my head while he fucks the back of my throat. Neither of them is gentle. They’re not trying to be.
When I orgasm, it’s ugly and messy. It feels primal and spectacular, as if they’ve worked my body like an instrument. I hear a scream and don’t even realize it’s my own at first.
None of this is real.
Lorian comes with a guttural grunt, spilling hot semen inside me as he holds me down. Then he exits with a flush of come flowing out down my thighs.
Rafe buries himself deep inside my mouth as he growls something in Imperial that I don’t understand, and then I feel his cock twitching as warm semen floods my throat. “Take it. Swallow it down,” he commands in a tone he never has used with me before. And I want to recoil.
Who are these men?
Then they collapse next to me in a heap on the bed, breathless and shaking, pulling me between them, and for a second holding me in our usual way, Lorain with his hand between my legs and Rafe with a hand on my throat, over my pulse, but then they remember where we are and what we are doing and reluctantly move away.
"This is our normal," I whisper like I’m swearing.
“Let the galaxy fucking choke on it,” Lorian replies.
And then I realize that they really had had all of this planned out.
Lorian never enters me first. It’s always Rafe, as is their custom, because he was born first. And in some ways I feel better about how cold this all felt.
And they did it just like they said, to keep our true intimacy private.
But it still hurts like brain freeze with ice cream, but a hundred times worse.
Tears begin running down my cheeks. My body and mind can’t take any of this.
How can I hate and love them at the same time?
“What we held back, Eve, is the proof of what we are protecting,” Rafe says quietly and kisses my forehead.
Lorian strokes my hair. “You are so strong, my Eve.”
A few minutes later, the door opens abruptly. Jin Kol enters without ceremony, tablet in hand.
"Adequate for a first attempt," he announces. "I noted insufficient vocalization, which I’ve marked against you. The prisoner seemed reserved, but improvement is expected over the next years.” He moves over to inspect me. “On all fours like a good human pet. Show me your holes. I need proof.”
Humiliated, I get on my hands and knees on the bed, and he runs a hand over my vulva.
“Sufficient.” Then he moves around to my mouth. “Open.”
I obey and he says, “You were desperate for that, weren’t you? To fill your human holes with Imperial semen. You swallowed it all.”
Lorian looks like he’s going to punch Jin Kol, but instead says, “You’re mistaken. It’s Reima Two semen. We are Reima Two citizens.”
“Born Imperial. You’re Imperial no matter what your galactic numbers say,” Jin Kol says, and moves away, marking something on his tablet.
I don’t move, wondering if any of us will be strong enough for the punishment, given that the sex almost broke us.