Chapter 20

Evening finds me in our bedroom, tired from a whole day spent with racing thoughts and a constant deluge of “what if” scenarios to sort through. No matter how well we plan the city’s defense operations and regardless of our drive, we are still potential victims of an early demise. We’re still subject to fate’s whims, powerless in the face of death. We can only do the best we can with what we’ve got, and that may not be enough.

Fear is a powerful incentive, but it’s also exhausting.

Freshly bathed and wrapped in a white silk robe, I sit by the wide-open terrace doors, watching the suns dissolving into the western horizon. Their wild pink glow turns the sky purple and makes Mount Kaos look like a silent giant watching over us.

Steam rises from its shimmering orange tip, where the mysterious inner fire of Sunna still simmers. Those are powerful healing waters that Cynthia intends to use for the plague cure. I’ve spoken to Solomon’s widows, and they’ve agreed to let us drink from the peculiar spring as well. We’ll go there first thing in the morning and have our fill.

Whatever minerals and natural vitamins are in it, the inner fire gives whoever drinks it great clarity, increased strength, sharpened senses, and better reflexes. Everything I’ll need to operate at a level that may very well put me out of reach of the enemy’s capabilities, if only by a few degrees. Every bit counts.

I’m alone with my thoughts, and they are poor company. My engineering skills aren’t as sharp as I could’ve made them while I lived on Earth, but not once did I imagine I’d be in this position. Not once did I imagine I’d need such knowledge to devise a sky scanner that could help me find the starship once it’s launched.

The device itself isn’t ready. I doubt it will ever be ready, not without certain sensors and lenses that need years to be designed and implemented. What I’ve managed to put together doesn’t even cover a five-hundred-mile radius. If the starship is launched from farther away, the device may not be able to pick up its signal in time. It irks me because we’ve yet to gather any verifiable intel on the vessel’s position.

The doors open, and I glance over my shoulder.

Yossul and Fadai come in, looking as tired as I feel, their broad shoulders down and their red gazes lowered. Yet I find comfort in their presence—the kind of soothing my soul desperately needed, so I get up from my seat overlooking the terrace and walk over to my men, my body already aching for them.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, my fingers combing through my long, brown hair as I let it flow over my shoulder. I enjoy its silky feel, courtesy of Kaos’s thermal waters and Neya’s proprietary blend of herbal oils. There are perks to being a guest of the widows in Opal City. “Do you need me anywhere on base?”

“The only place we need you right now is here with us,” Fadai replies with a soft smile.

“We’ve done enough work for today,” Yossul adds, peeling his dark red coat off his massive torso. I love the smell of him, even after a hard day. His scent is strong and masculine, filling my lungs and lighting a fire between my legs. “Right now, we only wish to rest and relax.”

“Well, then,” I say, biting my lower lip as I let my silk robe fall to the floor, my feet bare as I take deliberate steps toward them. “Shall I help?”

They both look at me with ravenous glares that wander up and down my body, taking in every detail, every inch of soft skin—theirs for the taking, along with my soul. Piece by piece, their clothes join my robe on the marble tiles while I feast my eyes on their powerful bodies—ropes of bulging muscles beneath smooth, red skin, black hairs curling across their big chests.

My fingers tingle at the sight of their broad shoulders and strong arms. Their tails flail behind them, the spikes at the end whistling with each lash, while their swirling horns glisten in the amber candlelight.

“You could help, yes,” Yossul declares, his voice so low and raspy, it’s a most delicious purr. “You could start by getting on your knees.”

“On my knees,” I reply, smiling. “Whatever for?”

“Aren’t you hungry, my love?” Fadai asks.

Moaning softly, I cup my breasts and squeeze them gently, well aware that their giant cocks are swelling and hardening before my eyes. I can’t wait to feel them both inside me, damn near ripping me apart as they possess me.

But first, I’m eager to indulge my demons, one lick at a time. “I’m famished,” I tell them and drop to my knees. “Positively famished.”

By morning, Sky Tribe troops might appear on the horizon, their war drums thudding as their jets fly closer and closer in an attempt to pierce through the city’s protective black mist. By morning, we could be bracing for the last and bloodiest stage of this war. And so, every night, we love each other to the fullest—shamelessly, fiercely, like savages with nothing left to lose.

Tonight is no exception, so I welcome my men as they approach me, as they tower above me with their gargantuan frames. I’m tiny by comparison, kneeling before two twitching erections that beg for my lips and tongue. I grasp both by their bases, tightening my grip so I can feel their veins swelling against my nimble fingers. Liquid heat pools between my legs, trickling down my inner thighs as I take Yossul in my mouth first. I suckle the purplish tip, tasting the pre-cum on my tongue, then let him slide down my throat.

“By the gods, I will never get tired of this,” he grunts and thrusts himself deeper.

He runs his fingers through my hair, caressing my face before he lets Fadai take over. My lips stretch around his cock, and I relax the back of my throat to let him go as deep as he can, reveling in the ragged sounds of his excited breathing while I stroke Yossul from the base to the tip, faster and faster.

I service them in long, torturous rounds, stroking and sucking, licking and deep-throating with unabashed pleasure.

Gradually, their turns become more possessive. Their movements lose subtlety.

Fadai grabs me by the head and keeps me in place as he fucks my mouth and throat like a veritable savage. I welcome every glorious inch as I let one hand slip down between my legs. My clit is swollen and begging for attention, and my pussy is primed and ready for much more.

I make myself come as Yossul drives himself so deep inside me, grunting like a beast while tears stream down my cheeks—tears of raw and mindless pleasure.

“Come here, my love,” Fadai gasps as they lift me off the floor and throw me onto the bed.

I yelp and laugh as I land on my belly, my breasts soft against the silken sheets. Yossul comes up and kneels in front of me while Fadai’s got me by the hips, fingers with short, black claws digging into my flesh.

My soul explodes like a maddened supernova as he spears me with his full length, my pussy clenched tightly around his engorged member, while Yossul fills my mouth once more. I hold on for dear life as they fuck me with abandon, the rhythm intensifying as I lose my mind and give into it.

“Take it, take it all,” Yossul roars as he thrusts himself deeper down my throat, each motion smooth as my body adjusts to his unnaturally large size.

“All of it, Jewel,” Fadai says, slapping my ass and pounding into me harder and faster.

The sting of his slap causes an instant orgasm to storm through me. I come quickly, rippling outward and moaning harshly with a mouthful of Yossul as Fadai goes deeper. I feel them both inside me. The climax is nearly too much to bear. Everything turns white as I feel Yossul’s cock growing even bigger.

“Come for me, baby!” I cry out as I stroke him harder, tighter, faster.

He’s got me by the head, grinning like the devil as he steals a glance at his brother. I’m screaming in sweet agony as Fadai fucks me out of this world, and just then, Yossul slides into my mouth, past my tender lips, and shoots his load down my throat. I swallow every fucking drop, drinking him dry as I feel Fadai exploding inside me.

I manage a muffled scream, sucking Yossul hard to maximize his orgasmic sensation, knowing full well that his cock is insanely sensitive at this point. He hisses, his hips jerking, but I refuse to let him go as I gently squeeze his balls until he shudders and fucks my mouth some more.

I can’t see a thing as I collapse on the bed. My body is spent. Their flesh is glued to mine, sweat dripping, muscles twitching, hearts thudding maniacally as we bask in a dark and silent afterglow. I try to catch my breath, but I’m not ready to come down from the heavens, and neither are my men.

Minutes pass in the quiet night, but only a few before Yossul decides it’s time for him to have a turn with my deliciously tender pussy. I’m writhing and pinching my nipples tighter and tighter as both men share me, as I’m possessed and tortured into the purest form of bliss.

By midnight, they’re both inside me. Both monstrous cocks fill me beyond my wildest dreams, stretching my taut pussy and making me scream in pleasure as I come hard, again and again, glazing them with my juices while they pump me full of their seed.

“Not once did I ever imagine myself like this,” I whisper while my head rests on Yossul’s chest while Fadai drops soft, wet kisses along my spine. “Submissive and eager to be so. Men used to be scared of me on Earth.”

“Most men are scared of you, even on Sunna,” Yossul chuckles. “Fadai and I are just crazy enough to love you and want you precisely the way you are, Jewel.”

I lift my head so I can look him in the eyes. “We have to win this war,” I tell him. “Yossul, we have to survive.”

The sadness of his gaze feels like a knife plunged deep into my heart. His and Fadai’s silence serves as the poison on the blade. I can’t ask them to lie to me, no matter how beautiful the lie may be. In the end, the truth remains the same.

We may survive tomorrow, and the day after, and so on. Or we may not. What we have with undeniable certainty is now, only now.

These tears that prick my eyes are the product of sadness—proof that I’m not blind, that I can see the inevitable even as I wish to hear sweet lies rolling off the tongues of my men. But the Kreek brothers do not lie.

No, instead, they claim me again until I’m simply too exhausted even to function.

It’s all they can do.