Chapter 32 Bright
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Bright could feel the hungry eyes of the alien crowd on his bare skin—there was plenty to look at, since the thin strip of leather he was wearing barely concealed his shaft. The lights overhead were hot, making sweat bead along his spine and slide down the small of his back.
Every muscle in his body was coiled tight—half from humiliation, half from his anger at being displayed like a prize, with Noelle between him and Burn.
All of them were collared…all of them helpless, and yet…
he wanted the curvy little Elite beside him more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.
He wasn’t sure why—maybe because it seemed as though her scent had changed again.
She smelled even hotter than she had last night, when he and Burn had made her come.
What was going on with her? Did it have anything to do with the warning the little orange dwarf she’d called “Lupin” had given her about not completing the second half of the fertility treatment?
Bright didn’t know. He stood on the stage, the chill of the air a stark contrast to the heat coiling low in his belly.
The tiny leather loincloth he’d been forced into was a mockery of modesty, the rough seam chafing against the sensitive skin of his heavy balls with every slight shift of his weight.
The lights of the Flesh Bazaar were blinding—a kaleidoscope of garish colors that swept over the jeering, leering crowd of aliens and mercenaries—all prospective buyers.
But Bright’s gaze was fixed inward, the noise fading to a dull roar as he fought to keep calm.
The alien auctioneer paused her spiel as she considered the three-headed Trollox’s request that they “perform” before the bidding started.
"A demonstration?" she mused, her long tongue flicking out. "Why of course we can give you a little show before the bidding starts. We can't show any actual breeding, of course—that's against the rules of the Flesh Bazaar."
A wave of disappointed grumbles rippled through the spectators and the alien auctioneer raised one webbed hand.
"But there's no harm in a little oral action." Her head snapped around, her gaze landing on Noelle, who stood trembling in her revealing green gown between Bright and Burn. "You there! Come here and suck this one's shaft."
She pointed a long, sharp-nailed finger directly at Bright.
Bright’s heart started hammering against his ribs.
Noelle’s big brown eyes went wide, reminding him of a beautiful, terrified doe. She nibbled on her plump lower lip, and a hot blush spread from her neck all the way up to the tips of her ears.
The crowd roared its approval, but Bright was attuned to the little human on a level deeper than sound.
He inhaled, filtering through the stink of the crowd, and found it—the subtle, sweet shift in her scent.
Underneath the sharp tang of her embarrassment was the warm, feminine fragrance of her arousal moving up another notch.
She was turned on—hot. A part of her—a deep, hidden part she might not even recognize herself—really wanted to do this, even as her mind was clearly reeling from the public shame.
"Well—hurry up girl, or taste the pain!" the auctioneer barked, brandishing the silver remote for the shock collars they all wore.
That threat broke her apparent paralysis. Noelle moved forward, her steps hesitant, until she was standing before Bright. She looked up at him, her eyes pools of liquid uncertainty, a silent question hanging in the air between them.
Is this okay? Do you want this?
Bright gave a single, slow nod—his consent, given freely, even in this twisted scene. It was the one thread of control he could offer her.
Relief washed over her features, mingling with the lingering heat of her blush.
She sank to her knees on the cold stage, the position one of utter submission that sent another jolt of pure, raw lust straight to his groin.
Her small, delicate hands reached for the scrap of leather that barely covered him.
She pushed it aside, and his shaft sprang free, thick and already fully erect, the broad head dark with need.
She leaned forward and Bright bit back a gasp. The cool air was a shock, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat of Noelle’s breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. Gods, was she really going to do this? Was the curvy little Elite really going to suck his shaft in front of this crowd?
Apparently so. Her lips parted and she placed a single, soft, impossibly hot kiss right on the broad head of his cock, where a pearl of precum was already beading.
A groan built in Bright’s chest—a sound of pure, undiluted pleasure.
But before her mouth could close around him, a booming voice which was a discordant chorus of three different tones, echoed through the hall.
"No!" it roared.
All eyes turned to the Trollox, the monstrous three-headed troll-like creatures seated in the front row. All three heads were awake and alert now, Bright saw. One head was leering, another scowling, and the third was looking on with dull curiosity. The leering middle head spoke again.
"We want to see her suck both at once!" it demanded. “Don’t we, boys?” The other two heads nodded dutifully, though Bright thought the stupid one didn’t appear to know what it was agreeing to.
A wave of murmurs and enthusiastic agreement surged through the crowd. Apparently there were other buyers in the audience that liked this idea as well.
The auctioneer tapped her chin with a long fingernail, considering.
"Oh, very well. A hot sexual display never hurt the final price." She turned her predatory gaze to the other side of the stage, where Burn stood, his expression a thundercloud of contained fury. "You! Come here and put your shaft against your friend's."
Burn’s growl was low and vicious—a promise of violence that vibrated in the air. He didn't move an inch.
The auctioneer didn't bother repeating herself. She simply raised the silver remote and pressed a button. A sharp, crackling sizzle filled the air, and Burn’s massive body jerked, a strangled cry of pain tearing from his throat as the shock collar delivered its punishment.
His fists clenched until his knuckles went white, but he had no choice.
He took a heavy, reluctant step, then another, until he was standing beside Bright, shoulder to shoulder.
With a look of pure, unadulterated hatred directed at the auctioneer, Burn reached down and yanked his own loincloth aside.
His shaft was freed, just as impressive as Bright’s and considerably thicker—a testament to their shared Kindred lineage.
None of their people was ever small in the equipment department—the Goddess made sure all her sons were well-endowed, the better to please their brides.
"Good, now put them together so she can reach you both," the alien auctioneer demanded, her voice sharp. “Hurry up—we don’t have all day for this auction!”
Bright and Burn exchanged a single, swift glance. They had shared a bed since they’d moved to the Mother Ship and had guarded each other’s backs in a hundred deadly skirmishes. They were as close as two males could be without the mystical connection of a formal Twin-Bond.
This kind of intimacy was new, but the trust between them was tried and true.
It didn't bother Bright to have his bare shaft touching Burn’s—it was just another form of their closeness—another shared trial.
Besides, if they were ever able to form the Twin-Bond, their shafts would have to fuse in order to Bond their female to them. So this wasn’t so unusual.
He saw the same acceptance and the same grim resolve reflected in Burn’s dark eyes. There was no disgust, only a shared, furious determination to survive this humiliation and protect Noelle.
They nodded at each other, a mutual, silent consent.
Then, moving in unison, they angled their hips. The broad, slick heads of their shafts met, rubbing together with a soft, wet sound that seemed loud and lurid in the sudden hush of the auction hall.
Bright clenched his jaw. The contact was electric—a strange and potent friction that amplified the heat coursing through his veins. He could feel the solid, living weight of Burn against him—the proof of his best friend’s parallel arousal.
"Good! Now suck them both—hurry up!" the auctioneer commanded Noelle, her patience clearly at an end.
Noelle looked up at the two of them, her eyes wide, taking in the sight of the two thick, rigid lengths pressed together. She sought their eyes again, one after the other, a final plea for permission in this escalating madness.
They both nodded as one.
Yes. It’s all right—we’re all in this together.
A strange sense of calm seemed to settle over Noelle then. She leaned forward, her soft pink tongue darting out. She didn't try to take one and then the other—instead, she worshiped them as a pair.
As the two of them watched, she licked a slow, torturous path around the crown of Bright’s shaft, then swirled her tongue over the head of Burn’s, tasting them both, mixing their pre-cum with the tip of her little pink tongue.
Then she opened her lips, trying to fit as much of both of them as she could inside her hot, wet mouth.
It was impossible to take them fully, but she tried—her lips stretched wide, her tongue working frantically to lap and suck at the twin pillars of flesh.
Bright knew he shouldn’t enjoy this but he couldn’t help it—he was in heaven as he watched Noelle’s erotic performance.
Her sweet little mouth was so soft…so hot and eager.
And the sight of her, so beautiful, curvy, and submissive on her knees, giving them both pleasure at the same time, was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.
The added friction of Burn’s shaft sliding against his own with every movement of her tongue sent sparks of sensation shooting through him that he’d never known were possible.
And he wasn’t the only one affected. He could hear Burn’s ragged breathing, could feel the tremors in the other male’s shoulder where it pressed against his own. They were connected in this—bound by shared pleasure and shared defiance.
The pressure built—a tight, coiling spring deep in Bright’s gut.
The world narrowed to the feeling of Noelle’s mouth…
the scent of her hair…the heat of Burn’s skin against his.
He was close, so close—teetering on the very edge of release.
He was about to let go, to pour his pleasure into her waiting mouth when—
"Enough!”
The auctioneer’s sharp, dismissive voice cut through the haze of his pleasure like a shard of ice.
“That’s enough!” she declared. “Surely you’ve seen all you need to see.”
“No, we haven’t.” The three headed Trollox leaned forward, its middle head leering eagerly. “We want to see her make them come and swallow their seed.”
Gods… Bright shook his head. Would they really have to do that to Noelle? Have to watch her swallow both their seed?
He had a feeling they would.