Chapter Seven

She was stifling sounds of enjoyment, but Vikor smiled. “It’s okay, pet. We don’t mine, and Klauz wants to hear it.”

“Okay, but this is really good. It might make you uncomfortable.”

The judge grinned. “We can take it.”

She shrugged, and on her next bite, she gripped Ekron’s thigh and moaned.

Ekron cursed softly. “This is going to kill me.”

She turned and crawled up his chest, whispering, “More please.”

His erection pressed against her thigh as he reached for the next twist of bacon-infused pasta.

She hummed happily as she ate and noticed that they all had different responses. Vikor was sitting like his chair was a throne. Klauz was analyzing her responses, and the judge was grinning at Ekron’s discomfort. Another five minutes and lunch was done.

She stroked Ekron’s chest and said, “You did very well.”

He had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his chest felt damp. She kissed the opening of his shirt, and he shuddered. “I am sorry it was so rough on you.”

She caressed his chest, and her fingers skimmed over his groin. She measured his erection with the lightest of touches but felt the wet spot growing on the fabric. Drin paused. “Did you want me to stop?”

Ekron groaned. “Oh, no. Don’t stop.”

She was going to continue stroking when Vikor plucked her from Ekron’s lap.

Her previous partner growled. “Hey!”

Vikor chucked and sat with her at his side and his arm around her waist. He activated a recorder.

“Gentlemen and lady, we are here today to hammer out a partnership agreement between the five of us. Each clause must be mutually agreeable, and each of us must sign the final contract for it to be binding. We will begin the discussion now, and if you think up topics, please mention them.”

The judge leaned forward. “What does Drinella want?”

She wrinkled her nose. “To not be called Drinella. Just Drin is fine. Drinella sounds like an off-brand fairy tale. Aside from that, I just need a place to sleep, an obscene amount of food, and clothes.”

Klauz grinned.

Techor asked, “What are your limits, Drin? What don’t you want?”

“I don’t know. I don’t like being laughed at in a public forum. As for physical stuff, I have no idea what I do and don’t like. I have my training but have never engaged in practical activity, so I might want to pull the pin on something. Will you abide by that?”

Techor gave her an innocent look. “Whatever can you mean?”

“Well, with four of you, I am guessing that double penetration might come up, and I don’t know how I would react to that.”

Vikor grinned. “How fun is it that all of this is going into a government-registered partnership?”

She blushed. “I stand by my statement. I don’t know how I will react to getting any of you inside me.”

The men slowly exhaled.

She then sat through the men listing their requirements one at a time. The judge had expressed his. Klauz knew his, but Ekron surprised her. “I want her with me at award shows and when I am performing. And social gatherings. I go to a lot of those.”

The judge nodded. “I will second that. I have to attend a lot of fundraisers and charity events.”

Klauz smiled softly. “I want her in my restaurant four nights a week.”

Vikor chuckled. “And I want her in my nightclub. We will have to learn to share or double up on date night.”

She raised her finger. “My point for double penetration stands.”

The judge started to laugh. Vikor pulled her all the way onto his lap, and he kissed her while laughing.

He raised his head. “Now, as to the matter of her wardrobe.”

The other three groaned, and a heated discussion about her cheap-ass wardrobe commenced.

Vikor had a costumer on retainer for the club’s waitstaff. He wanted there to be no mistake that Drin had people she belonged to. So, a collar was to be worn, and matching cuffs and ankle bands were on the way.

“That is a lot of gear.”

Vikor touched her throat. “It is, but you are highly desirable. If we can keep you happy and your face doesn’t flick, you are irresistible. If your face does flick, you are ours alone, and we will work to bring the real you back again.”

Ekron smiled. “I don’t want to humiliate you, but I do want you to kiss me in front of the crowd at Hell. Possibly after a duet, wearing an outfit I carefully select and the jewellery Vikor has in mind.”

“When the bands are delivered, we will sign the contract.” Vikor slid his hand up her thigh. “Tomorrow, I have a team moving your stuff here while we are at Z-Tech. Ekron also brought you some clothing and shoes for tomorrow. I will go back this afternoon to continue the inspections.”

She licked her lips. “Oh, okay.”

“Ekron will keep you company until I get home, but no penetration until I have eased you into it.”

Ekron smiled. “Maybe we can practice that duet. You have an excellent voice.”

She knew that her voice was not what he was after.

When the negotiations were over, they all wanted her honest responses. That was easy to spot. Each one wanted the responses in a different way, but they all wanted to earn her reactions so that they could enjoy the results of their efforts.

She added, “I would like to maintain a relationship with my nephew and the few friends I have from the BDC. I can and will walk around on my own. Oh, I need someone to shoot my car and put it out of its misery.”

Vikor chuckled. “Done. Just give me the information.”

She nodded.

Klauz looked at her. “Why don’t you enter our contacts into your com?”

“Uh, it doesn’t work right. It got damaged a year or two ago, and now, it isn’t really working. I can put in a connection one out of four times, and I can get calls but not make them.”

Vikor looked at Ekron. “Did you bring her casual clothing?”

Ekron grinned. “Not eveningwear, but nice stuff. Why?”

“She needs a new com immediately. If she can’t call for help or even call a transport, she’s stuck.” He murmured, “I am transferring funds to her account so she can purchase anything she thinks she needs to live here.”

She understood the necessity. “Fine.”

The others all asked about her financial situation, and in six minutes, for the first time in over a year, she had money to spend in her account.

Vikor’s hand slid up her thigh and then moved in between. She was slick and hot, so when he slid two fingers into her, there was no discomfort, but she arched as he plunged them deep with no warning.

She heard Techor muttering about putting her in a thinner dress next time. And Ekron chuckled.

Vikor’s thumb circled her clit, and she moved restlessly, soft mewling sounds and gasps keeping time to his thrusts. She was giving off energy. She could feel it.

The foreplay and kisses had gotten her close to the edge, and it did not take Vikor long to bring her to orgasm. He caught her scream and kept his fingers moving until she whimpered and pressed her palm to his chest. She felt his mouth curve in a smile, and his tongue continued to tease at hers. She cupped his cheek and returned his kiss.

He lifted his head, and his smile was both smug and happy.

“Now, the last thing we need to cover is your birth control.”

She swallowed. “BDC rules. I have an implant. It’s good for four more years.”

He smiled and nuzzled her neck. “Good. That means we don’t have to be on guard. But we will still have to get you a proper physician as I guess you had the implant done at work.”

She nodded.

“Then, we are definitely going to get you an appointment before the fun starts.”

She chuckled. “Well, at least we know my being chubby isn’t a turn-off in case of an accident.”

The men in the room laughed, and she had her confirmation that her guess was that they liked the way she made them feel. She was starting to feel a reciprocal response. “You can pull your fingers out of me now.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I could, but you are the hottest, wettest silk that I have ever touched. Ah, you like compliments, pet.”

“No one has ever complimented my vag before. It got excited.”

The other three burst into laughter. His fingers pressed together, and he started slowly stroking the front wall of her sex. When she jerked as he found her g-spot, she twisted and moaned low. She arched, her legs thrashed, and he played her body while she was watched by their other three. The scream echoed in the room, and she felt lips at her breast, then the heavy shadow of the horns was over her. He had turned red and activated at thirteen; his horns had budded at sixteen and were firmly out at eighteen. That was when the girls showed up. Their development was linked to his hormonal system and the pheromones that pulled in his prey.

She groaned at a strong pull she felt in her sex. “Don’t you have to get back to the inspection?”

He chuckled. “Just one more to prove my point.” He moved to her other breast.

“Well, if it’s to prove a point...”

She met Ekron’s gaze, and he was tense and leaning forward, staring at her breasts. Klauz was watching where Vikor’s hand disappeared between her thighs, and Techor’s focus was on her face. She blinked and then felt the fluttering touch on her mind. He was along for the ride. He felt what she felt.

Vikor’s lips raised for a moment. “Are you understanding the balance?”

He sucked at her breasts as his fingers started to move inside her.

She moaned and clutched his head. “You guys are all going to be late back to work.”

Laughter surrounded her, and she moaned as Vikor worked her fast, and she bucked and shrieked while clutching at his horns.

Her entire body pulsed with pleasure, and the world went fuzzy and pink. She was gathered in his arms, and Vikor held her to his chest. “Such a pretty pet.”

She grunted. “Asshole.”

He laughed.

Klauz came over. “I will help her clean up.”

Vikor snorted, and Klauz’s eyes gleamed. “Certainly. Ekron will help her get dressed when you are done, and then we will all separate for the afternoon.”

Klauz lifted her, saying, “I know just the place we should meet for dinner.”

“Please, say they have cotton candy.” She pressed her head against his shoulder.

“It can be arranged.” He pressed his lips to her temple.

The moment he settled her onto the bed instead of the bathroom, she had an idea of what he was doing.

He loosened the ties of her gown, flicked off her slippers, pulled the gown up and over her head, and then settled her at the edge of the bed, placing her feet flat while he scooted her closer. He moved fast. Very fast.

* * * *

Vikor served some of the cold platters that Klauz had brought. “So, what do you think?”

Ekron grinned. “I am going to have fun playing dress-up. She has world-class breasts, and I know. I have been looking.”

Techor was sitting with his coffee cup in his hands with a thousand-yard stare. “I need to learn how to do whatever Klauz is doing. She’s biting her hand to keep herself from screaming. Oh, he caught on, and now, he has her hands. It’s about to get loud.”

On cue, her soft screams came from the bedroom.

Ekron asked, “What is he doing?”

Techor grinned. “Cleaning her up with his tongue.”

Vikor chuckled. “It was interesting how she relaxed the moment that she heard you were all her patrons.”

Techor nodded. “She trusts management at BDC to not set her up with psychos. The initial vetting had been done for her. She knew she was safe with us.”

Vikor looked at him. “Are you always touching her mind now?”

Techor shrugged. “Only when she’s aroused. I linked to her when I was holding her earlier. The moment I was sure that this is what I wanted.” He smiled. “She is what I want.”

Ekron chuckled. “Get in line, Judge.”

Vikor got a notice from his moving crew that they could be at Drin’s place within the hour. He would tuck her in with him, and then, she could start her new life. He silently chuckled. And he could fuck her every night until she curled up in his arms. Creeping on his younger brother’s best friend had been something he resisted. She had been the one he wanted, and his body had tried its best to attract her. It didn’t care that things were socially inappropriate. It had spotted a mate. He distracted himself with other women, but it always came back to Drin.

He crouched and grinned at her song. Klauz was excited by her and very thorough.

Vikor got himself some of the snacks and sat next to his fireplace. Ekron looked at him, and something clicked.

Vikor watched Ekron look at the bedroom door and then back at him.

“This is the girl. This is the girl that you couldn’t have because she was your brother’s.”

In front of the judge, he explained Drin’s relationship with Vaka.

Ekron frowned. “So, she should have been available after he died.”

The judge explained, “Not that simple. She took on responsibility for her best friend’s child and partner. She was also legally blocked from any contact with her friend’s family. They were grieving and didn’t want reminders of the past. She wasn’t allowed to tell them about the child.”

Ekron didn’t understand. “I don’t get it.”

“She follows the rules.” Vikor sighed. “I was her best friend’s brother, so I was off-limits. She was too young to go after me. The same problem. And the kicker, I was surrounded by women, which meant I was taken, and she would never cross that line. You have no idea how happy I am that I was between lovers, and if either of you has someone with your apartment keys, I would think about this seriously. Morally, she isn’t able to hurt someone else by taking a partner from another woman, or man for that matter.”

Ekron shrugged. “I have groupies. They are hard to get rid of.”

“That is what security is for. You can have them, or you can have her. You can’t have both.” Vikor smiled. “I understand the choice, but it has to be made.”

Techor leaned forward. “I agree. Her entire life, to this point, has been a fight. To see betrayal in someone else”s eyes would break her, so I am between lovers with that understanding, and all my breakups have been amicable.”

Ekron shrugged. “Fine. I have no steady relationships, and blowjobs are the height of my intimacy right now and for the last four months.”

Techor looked at him and nodded. “He’s telling the truth.”

Ekron blinked. “You are going to check on me?”

“Just this once. You seemed unsure.” He quirked his lips. “I made a judgment.”

Vikor chuckled. There were going to be moments when they stepped on each other”s toes. It was best to get used to how the others worked and operated. There was silence.

Klauz exited the bedroom with a smile. “If you want to get her into anything you think she will fight you on, now is the time.”

Ekron chuckled. “I guess that is my cue.”

He got up and headed into the bedroom, started laughing, came out, gave Klauz the thumbs-up, and then returned to the bedroom.

Klauz chuckled. “What did I miss?”

“Just the standard declarations that we don’t have any long-term companions would upset Drin.”

“Oh, no. I live for my job.” He grinned. “I thought it was the most satisfying thing for me to do. After Kritz and Arcady got together, my link to him put something on high alert in me. She’s a great sister-in-law, but I have no interest in joining her grouping. When they moved here, it was a chance for me to return to Aksalla, so I did, but I have been restless. That restlessness is now sated.” He chortled. “Plus, she tastes amazing.”

Vikor chuckled. “I am a little jealous, but I will get there eventually.”

Techor smiled. “What is that energy burst when she cums?”

Vikor grinned. “I don’t think you would believe me if I told you.”

He felt the judge touch his mind, and then, the judge started to laugh. “Oh, wow. That makes sense. It explains the pull, but she can direct it?”

“Not yet. Nor control the output, but the energy she gives off is her gift. We just need to find a way to offer her what we can.”

Techor probed further. “You think that will work?”

“I do. It is why I assembled a larger group. I don’t want to exhaust anyone keeping her satisfied.”

Ekron escorted the subject of their discussion out of the bedroom.

Vikor stared at Drin, her hair ruffled and loose, a stylish dress tightened with laces on either side and four-inch heels. The wicked curves were hugged faithfully. Her pointed ears were up, and the bright rainbows in her eyes were swirling.

Techor nodded. “She needs markings. I don’t want her out there looking like she isn’t ours.”

“They are coming, but for today, I think we can improvise.” He smiled and went to his kitchen. He knew just the thing. The first collar would be representational, the second for practice, and when she got her body to be predictable, he would offer her a permanent one.

One thing at a time.