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Prologue
Post-War
She tossed and turned, unable to rid her thoughts of the horror. Gone. Everything was gone. A sob escaped her throat. Never would she have believed it possible.
Would she die too? She didn’t even know exactly where she was. A scary feeling to be trapped somewhere and unable to get out.
Her head hurt and it felt as if she were spinning. Blurred visions swam before her eyes and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t clear them. Maybe it was her mind’s way of protecting her from the truth, from the inevitable horror of the situation, when the stress became too much for her to handle otherwise.
A strange reaction since she’d been trained to handle stress. Pain. Loss. But when she’d needed it the most, all her intense training had proven to be lacking on the emotional side of survival. Not until now had she truly realized the importance of keeping tight control on one’s inner feelings in order to hold on to sanity.
She reached out toward the blurred movement in front of her, needing an anchor to grab close. She knew something was happening for she felt naked—felt cool air wafting over her flesh. Even so, her body temperature rose and she began to sweat.
She didn’t feel her body healing. She should be healing.
A pair of male hands touched her flesh, caressing her stomach. She jerked and her hands came down to join his. Large hands. Thick fingers. Who? He touched her gently, soothing her. She couldn’t see a face, just a dark figure hovering above her, but his touch made her feel achy, needy. Ah, yes.
Born Xylon, she needed another’s touch. A man’s touch. Even not knowing who he was, she craved the physical connection. Something to ground her, to prove to her that she truly was still alive.
All Xylons required sex, and often, to connect emotionally as well as physically on a level deeper than most species. They needed sex to survive. Without the intimate connection, without the sharing of their healing abilities through unique sexual rites, the Warrior race would have died out years ago.
Fuck me, she begged internally, her throat too raw to speak the words aloud.
He eased her over onto her stomach.
A pair of black boots stepped in front of her. The boots looked Xylon but she wasn’t certain, given her blurred vision. A man, judging from the size. She must be on the ground. Yes. On a mat. Her breasts pressed against the thin padding. Her nipples hardened, hoping to feel a cock inside her soon.
She heard a low chuckle. Definitely male. Two of them. Her anticipation and needs grew stronger.
The male in front of her crouched down to stroke her hair. From behind, long fingers probed her pussy and she mewled. One finger entered her intimately, deeply. Ah… The feel of him pressing inside her made her crave his cock even more.
The man before her shifted to his knees. It looked as if he were tugging at the front of his pants. Two men eager and ready to fuck her. Oh how she wanted that. The man finger-fucking her stopped and spread her legs. She felt him kneel between her thighs.
Two pairs of hands raised her to her hands and knees, preparing her with a more tender touch than she’d expected. She raised her ass slightly, showing them that she craved penetration. A large cock pushed against her lips and another large cock pressed against the opening of her soaked cunt.
She wished she could see clearly, but still, she knew what to do, what she wanted. She sucked the tip of the cock in front of her into her mouth. Delicious. Warm against her tongue. Musky. The cock behind her shoved into her hard. Ah. Mmm. She heard two deep, almost animalistic growls.
The sounds vibrated through her body. She felt the excitement, the building of the tension. Her clit throbbed and immediately she came. The sexual explosion rocked her body. It had been too long since her last orgasm. She groaned and trembled. Her body needed the release as much as her mind did.
The cock pumping her pussy swelled and her muscles gripped the shaft. She wanted to feel him climax, to feel his cum fill her. At the same time she sucked deeply on the cock in her mouth, needing to taste everything he had. The man behind her groaned and came hard inside her. As she heard another groan, the cock in her mouth spewed cum down her throat. She felt no pain as she swallowed, only soothing warmth.
More. I need more.
As if sensing her still-present need, the man behind her slapped her ass repeatedly. Oh! The slaps distracted her from the aches in her body, so the only thing she felt was sexual need. Her ass burned. She came again, milking the man inside her of his remaining seed. She continued to suck the second man, taking everything from him.
Both men pulled out of her, but they didn’t leave her. One of the men slid under her. His hands slid around to her ass and he pulled her down atop his mouth. She moaned as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked. She felt his fingers pulling at her ass cheeks. The other man’s wet tongue plunged into her hole. Ah! She squirmed at the sexual sparks that flew through her body.
When the man beneath her bit her clit, she jerked and shrieked. Not in pain, but in ecstasy. The man behind her circled his tongue in her ass hole, then tongue-fucked her in deep plunges, getting in as far as he could.
She came, over and over, feeling completely at their mercy and loving it.
Just when she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure the two were giving her, her eyelids began to feel heavy and everything faded—the blurred visions, the men, her orgasms. All gone. Time seemed to drift away and she couldn’t open her eyes.
Once more she was lying on her stomach. What had happened? Had she passed out? Fallen asleep for a while?
Finally able to force her eyes open, she rolled over and sat up faster than was prudent. Ah! Her body exploded in pain and she dropped her head to her hands. That’s when she noticed for the first time that her hands were wrapped.
Every muscle and limb hurt. A wave of nausea gripped her, then passed. Though her vision remained blurred, she could feel she was no longer naked. She also sensed that nobody else was around.
With trembling limbs, she pushed herself up off the mat. She wobbled slightly, as if she’d consumed too much fermented fruit. Pain speared up to her eyeballs and down her spine.
She stood still. And she remembered… Had it been real?
The sexual encounter had to have been nothing more than her imagination. Even though she felt fucked and swore she could taste a man’s cum on her tongue.
She shook her head, then winced, regretting the action. She stumbled forward. She needed answers. Soon.
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