Page 36 of Broken Triad

I turn and walk into the tent, feeling their eyes on my ass, burning through my clothes, and zip the tent quickly closed behind me.

Could I hide in here? How long can I take before they barge in, and do what they plan to do?

There’s no mirror in the bathroom, so I strip here, casting glances at the opaque tent wall, expecting at any moment for one of them to rush inside. I run my hands over the coral dress. It ripples under my fingers, alive, each thread molding and moving.

A pleasure dress.

I’d imagined escaping to Colossus, being the favorite of an Aurelian Harem, that they would buy me such a gift. It’s precious and rare, threaded together from strands from a tree which pollinates by gently reaching out and stroking nearby animals, who grow addicted to the soft, gentle touches, returning endlessly.

I pull the dress over my naked body. It’s short, going halfway up my thighs, sleeveless, so sheer that my body is completely on display. My nipples pebble as the threads of the pleasures dress tickle and tease me, waves of sensation up and down my body.

I wish I had make-up, that I could put on a mask.

I’m someone else. I’m no longer Lola. I’m whatever these three need me to be.

I walk out of the tent. Three sets of hungry eyes stare at me, but I walk past them, to the edge of the cliff face, and look down into the pool, seeing my reflection. The three men are standing behind me on the edge of the cliff, towering titans. I imagine stepping off, into nothingness, falling, my body piercing through the still waters endlessly, until it all envelops me, and I disappear.

I turn. The three men are staring at me. Gods, but they’re huge. Three massive titans, all slabs of hard muscle. I imagine them fucking me on the hard, cold ground, the warmth of their bodies pounding me into oblivion as the Mating Rage of the species turns them into brute beasts, as I am turned into their little toy. The pleasure dress shimmers, teasing my body, preparing me for them. Khra’s grey pants have a wet stain halfway down his thigh, his cock hardening and leaking jism. He’s too big. All three of them are too huge, but their bodies are made for war and for mating, and I’ll be helpless against their dominance. I imagine those huge hands all over my body, pinching my nipples, their tongues laving at my neck, my breasts, all over me, and a rush of desire makes my cheeks flush red. I can’t suppress the moan.

Dammit, why don’t they touch me?

Why don’t they grab me and take me, like they so obviously want?

“Who will take me first?” I ask, my voice cold.

Krazak stares at me, his cock surging up, but his eyes cloud. I wait for his touch.

Bolden’s nostrils flare. He tastes my lust. But still, he holds back.

“You can smell it. My body craves you three. I was made for you. It’s true. You know it’s true. You can feel it,” I say, my voice cold, despite the craving deep in the primal part of me, the aching need to give myself to the three huge beasts. “Is that what you need to hear? That I need you? My body does.”

“Damn you, woman.” Krazak turns, angry, and stalks to the tent. Bolden’s hand clenches into a fist. Khra is silent, staring at me, and I know he’s fighting against every instinct in his being that tells him to grab me and make me his.

Krazak motions to the tent. “You will sleep in here tonight. Take my sleeping bag. I’ll take the floor. My presence may fill you with hatred, Lola, but yours clears me. I will not touch you, but I will be with you.”

“You’re the liar, Krazak. You’ve hated me since you first saw me. If we’re being honest, then just admit it. There’s something about me that makes you hate.”

He growls. His forearm tenses, his biceps flexing, his cock hard and nearly ripping through his pants. “You’re right. I do hate you. But when I’m with you, my mind is clearer than it’s ever been. And for that, you will have to deal with us, until we go to war.”

“When will that be?”

“When Obsidian gives the command. Then you’ll be rid of us for good. That’s my promise to you, Lola.”

“Go into the tent. Now.” His voice is a hard order, and I obey, walking towards it. My body is slick and sticky with sweat, my heart pounding, and I pause in front of it.

“I’m…I’m sweaty. Could I bathe in the pool first?”

Krazak barks something out in Aurelian, then disappears into the tent. Bolden grunts and follows him, so that it is only Khra and I in the cave.

I look over at him. He’s the most human of the three. He is masculinity incarnate, but there’s a cleverness in his eyes, a deep intelligence that tells me he knows me. “What game are you playing?” he asks, and he lets his eyes slide up and down my body, his nostrils flaring again as he tastes my lust.

I walk to him. “Thank you for changing your patrols. I…I was angry today. Angry that you three stole me away. I’ll be better tomorrow. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

He doesn’t answer. Then he crouches, to pick me up and lift me. I swallow. “Could I go on your back?”

Khra turns, and crouches down lower, and I jump on his back, wrapping my arms around his thick neck. He stands, and I’m lifted up high into the air. With my head near his, I can see the world as he does, from seven feet up.

“Can you swim?” he asks.

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