Moving with purpose, I fucked her, thrust deep. Pulled out. Three times. Four.
She moaned.
Cock buried to the hilt, I stopped and reached around to access the device implanted in every Prillon bride’s gorgeous, perfect ass. The devices used to prepare a mate to accept both warriors’ cocks at the same time had been primitive until recently. Hard, externally placed objects that required time, care, and external lubrication. But this?
I teased her with a slight movement of one finger near her second opening. She had the newest upgrade implanted there, as all brides received during their processing. Now that we wore mating collars, I could use my implanted comm device to adjust the settings, turn it on and off. Release lubrication. Make the implant larger, make it vibrate or send small shocks through her nerves, directly to her clit.
“What?” Willow’s surprise devolved into a loud moan as the device grew to fill her ass. I stopped the expansion when I could feel the pressure from within her pussy as the implant filled her and pushed against my cock. “Oh, god.”
“Is this what you need?”
“Yes.”
One quick thrust of my cock and she came apart in my arms. I fucked her and filled her, made her come twice more before I gave in, let my cock have its way, moving faster and harder, quick shallow movements. Deep strokes. I lost the rhythm, my body taking over in an uncontrollable frenzy.
Willow cried out, her pussy shifting into spasms, her orgasm pushing me over the edge. I kept pumping my hips, mindlessly pushing my seed deeper and deeper, needing to mark her. Claim her. Fill her.
When it was over, I deactivated the anal device and pulled her against my chest. She melted against me, accepting. Trusting. Cock still inside her, I carried her to the bathing room and stepped under the warm spray. Her barely there clothing was soaked instantly, the material clung, hiding nothing.
I washed her, the action an excuse to continue touching her, exploring every curve. My cock, bastard that he was, stayed hard and refused to leave her body. The demanding monster within refused to separate my body from hers. She languished in my arms, her smile soft and dreamy as I held her in place but didn’t protest.
By the time I finished, my cock throbbed, ached to take her again. By the gods, she was too fucking beautiful.
I settled my back against the wall and, still holding her in place, slid down into a seated position so Willow’s back remained under the flow of warm water—I wouldn’t allow her to be cold. Her skin was slippery, and her thighs glided down along my sides as I shifted her hips, her hot pussy settled in place over my hard length. She took me deeper, her swollen center still very, very wet, and ready. Greedy.
“You are so naughty.” The laughter in her voice made me smile. The expression felt unnatural, like a lie perched on my face.
“I am.” Moving slowly, I spread my hands across her back and arched her chest up toward my mouth. I had yet to taste her nipples and the need was riding me. Hard. I locked my lips around one wet peak and pulled the flesh into my mouth. Wet fabric kept her softness from me.
With a snarl, I grabbed the garment and lifted it completely off, over her head, and tossed it aside. “I’m going to fuck you again.”
Willow arched her back, offering her body for my tasting. Her eyes were closed so I couldn’t see her expression. Her lips and cheeks were relaxed. She looked innocent and untouched, sleepy. Not aroused or in need.
The only thing coming through the collars was… confusing. Satisfaction and desire. Urgency and exhaustion. Pleasure as well as discomfort, a throbbing ache everywhere her pussy stretched around my cock.
“Do you want me to stop? Are you in pain?” Had I hurt her? Fucked her too hard? Held her too tightly? Kept our bodies connected too long?
“No. And no.” Hearing her contented sigh, I relaxed as she lifted her arms to wrap them around my head, rubbed her breast against my lips. As if to emphasize her words, her inner muscles squeezed me, the resulting jolt of pleasure from both of us mingling through our connection. “I like naughty.”
Fuck me, so did I.
* * *
Willow, Three Nights Later
I always knew when I was sleeping when what I saw was only nightmarish. Not real. Something Nexus 5 had done to me during one of his experiments had changed the way I dreamed.
I didn’t live my dreams or participate in them like I used to. Since my captivity, I watched everything happen, like watching a movie, except I could feel what was happening to the main character on screen—always me—another version of me.
Me—watching me—feelingwhat movie screen me was going through.
‘Cuz two of us in my head wasn’t enough.
Me—and old me—both chuckled at the absurdity of the thought.
I’d never asked the other escapees if they experienced the same duality of mind. Seemed too personal of a question. Everyone argued with themselves. I’d done it before, back on Earth. It just felt like more of a real conversation now. Over time, I’d concluded that monitoring my mind as I slept was just another facet of Nexus 5’s experiments. Whatever he’d done had changed the way my mind operated. Asleep. Awake. I was different. I could compartmentalize in a way I never could before, literally, put pain-in-the-ass me into a mental box and lock her ass down.
Don’t you dare.
