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Her muscles had tensed, anticipating the attack, but instead, lips and fingers set about waking her nerves and arousing her senses. She closed her eyes and moaned as the delicate touches pebbled her skin, hardened her nipples and caused her sex to clench in desperation.

  The first touch of a tongue lapping on her inner thigh brought her eyes wide open. She had heard of that sort of thing but had never tried it personally. "What are you doing?"

  Razer lifted his head and gave her a smouldering look with his deep blue eyes. "Making sure that you don't regret your decision."

  Maro leaned over her and lapped at her nipples, sucking on first one, then the other, while Kenner held her arms over her head to keep her from pushing anyone away. Kenner's lips trailed up her neck and across her cheek, settling on her lips in a slow kiss that had her shivering in his grip.

  Razer advanced his caresses and when his breath reached the mouth of her sex, she squealed into Kenner's mouth and arched under them, almost throwing them off. The hot, flat press of his tongue parted her and let the slick honey of her arousal flow free.

  She dimly heard the growl that preceded him cupping her buttocks and pulling her firmly into his mouth. His tongue lapped, swirled and flicked at her clit, finally joined by two long fingers.

  She cried out against Kenner as she finally had something filling the void inside her. She shook, squealed and twisted as he thrust his fingers in a hard, fast beat.

  Razer pulled away from her and she found herself lifted against Kenner while Razer took a position between her thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against her in a repetitive motion before he slowly, deliberately pushed inside.

  She was leaning up against Kenner, his hands cupping her breasts, Maro was licking her neck and Razer started to thrust in earnest. She rocked with each hard push, Kenner's strength keeping her from sliding backward.

  Her muscles tightened around him, trying to hold him within and caressed him in the most basic of reflexes. The groan and increase in his speed made her look into Razer's eyes and as his blue gaze met her black one, she shivered around him, her body milking him hard as a scream came from her throat. He was immediately following her with a grunt and a final hard shove of his hips.

  The jerk of his cock inside her sent a hot shiver through Skeeter. Her first male seed to build her child was in place. She could feel her body absorbing and redistributing it.

  No Bascu woman knew how many partners it would take before a pregnancy, it varied remarkably with each and every woman.

  The moment that Razer withdrew, Kenner turned her in his arms and lifted her onto his lap. Behind her, she felt Maro rubbing her rear entrance with something cold and slick.

  Kenner had deep mahogany skin offset by red eyes and shockingly white hair. She looked into those eyes as he lowered her onto his cock and watched his surprise when he didn't feel the slickness of being her second lover in five minutes.

  It took a few jerks of his hips to get inside her. Her earlier arousal had cooled when she realized what Maro was up to. The moment that she had taken Kenner into her completely, Maro pushed up against her ass and slipped inside.

  "Push against him, Skeeter."

  She whimpered and followed directions, the foreign feeling of having something invading her ass shifted from a shocking burn to a subtle throb as he worked into her.

  Maro cupped her breasts and pulled her back against his chest while he knelt with his cock in her ass.

  She felt stuffed, Kenner in front and Maro in rear. When they started to move, her body began to shake. Every nerve inside was being stroked and caressed and she was loving every moment.

  The discomfort of Maro's cock in her ass was rapidly becoming a peculiar pleasure that she was unfamiliar with.

  Kenner's hands held her hips as he moved her on him with short, jerky movements culminating in his groan as he finished before she did. He remained inside her while Maro pulled her back against him, his hands kneading her breasts with his thumbs flicking her nipples in time to his thrusts.

  Kenner reached between them and stroked her clit with his thumb and that last bit of stimulation was all it took for her to cum.

  She squeaked as Maro pounded into her faster and harder, her body clasping and milking Kenner the whole time.

  The orgasm ran through her like an electric shiver. It started where the two cocks rubbed together through her inner walls and ended with a choked cry that Kenner silenced with his own mouth. Maro bucked against her and she groaned as she felt the spurting deep inside.

  As Kenner removed his mouth from hers, she blinked up into his red eyes in surprise. "That was…wonderful."

  Maro removed himself with a soft kiss on her shoulder.

  The peculiar feeling of emptiness was compounded when Kenner pulled free. His smile was heartfelt and he kissed the tip of her nose before he said, "A bath, I think, before the others enjoy you."

  Razer agreed and lifted her off Kenner's kneeling form. "The grotto will be suitable, I think."

  She relaxed in Razer's arms. Her body was humming from its activities, far from sated, but no longer threatening her sanity.

  As they passed through the area where the group had been introduced to her, three men followed them down the hall.

  Razer opened a huge glass door and it opened onto a stone path that led to a pool with a waterfall cascading down one side and a mossy bank on the other. Her next three lovers removed their clothing when Razer put her on her own feet. She carefully walked into the pool with her thighs shaking.

  The water was surprisingly warm and went a long way to easing the ache in her limbs. The Bascu physiology did the rest. Her body wanted more and it would do whatever it took to assure that the three men watching her from the edge of the pool with hungry eyes would sate themselves within her.

  As they stared she asked, "What are your names?"

  "Lorik."

  "Neer."

  "Zeen."

  Each one bowed as he introduced himself and the irony of the courtly manner while their cocks dripped with precum was not lost on her.

  She gestured to the towels and beckoned them to bring some over. "I think a three on one would work well, but I need something to cushion my knees as I straddle one of you."

  No sooner were the words out of her mouth than a folded towel was place on top of a wide sheet towel and hands extended to lift her out of the grotto pool.

  Water left her body with a whoosh and immediately Lorik was under her, his eager cock pressing against her belly as she got situated on him.

  Shyness and dignity flew far away from her. On this nameless moon with these seven willing men, she would gain the necessary cellular contributions for her child. No one would be injured and she would be on her way to rejoin her ship until her pregnancy was too advanced.

  Lorik reached between them and started to stroke her, Zeen suckled at her left breast and Neer was at her right. Her arousal went from tepid to raging in under two minutes, the tugging and pulling on her breasts a pale shadow to the sensation of Zeen running his blunt nails down her spine.

  Dimly, she felt herself lifted and Lorik slowly sliding into place. Zeen positioned himself behind her, sliding first one finger, then two into her ass, spreading her for him and applying a slick, cool substance to her.

  He rocked into her, the pop as her muscles clamped down on the head of his cock elicited a groan from him. He slowly forged into her and she used the restricted motion of her other impalement to coax him deeper.

  When he moved, he pushed her on to Lorik and he held her shoulders for her so that Neer could rub his member against her lips.

  The salty, sweet taste was scented with the musk of an aroused male and she didn't hesitate to open for him so that she could suck and swirl her tongue around him.

  As she relaxed and settled into working on Neer with her mouth, Zeen and Lorik started to move.

  Zeen was controlling the whole event. When he thrust into her ass, she rocked forward, taking Lorik deep and Neer
deeper.

  They took on a rhythm of thrust, retreat, slide and thrust again. As the men grew closer to orgasm, the beat got faster. Zeen's hands were cupping her ass as his balls slapped it with every inward shove. Lorik held her up with one arm while stroking her clit with his other hand and with Zeen forcing Lorik against her g-spot, she came hard.

  She screamed and bucked, feeling the cum shoot from Neer a split second before Lorik heaved upward and groaned under her. Zeen continued to spike in and out of her ass until he, too, growled and shoved into her while his cock spurted.

  They clung together and panted for air, Neer sitting back with his thighs spread and his member at half-mast.

  The cum that had spattered across her cheek and jaw was gone. Absorbed by her peculiar physiology and tucked away for safekeeping.

  Zeen removed himself from her ass with a slow slide and she was able to lever herself off Lorik in no time, letting her body drop straight into the pool.

  She held her breath for over three minutes and when a splash struck the water and legs waded toward her, she wasn't surprised. Lazily, she stood up and looked at Josu. "Hello."

  "We were getting concerned. You were not coming up." His scowl seemed a permanent fixture.

  "I can hold my breath for ten minutes. I was in no danger."

  "Then come out of the pool. I have no liking for this environment."

  They walked to the steps and she held his hand while she emerged. Her hair almost covered her breasts completely, but the rest of her was all naked and pale. She wondered idly if any of these men would have found her attractive under normal circumstances when her body was not in heat.

  Josu wrapped a towel around her before retaking her hand to lead her into the retreat.

  She cleared her throat and tried to make chitchat. "How long have you and the others been here?"

  "We have been here for two weeks at the behest of our new brother-in-law. Our sister was experiencing rather severe hormone fluctuations due to pregnancy and she was getting…hostile." His lips twisted as he said the last word.

  That really surprised her. She had never heard of female Regens. "You have a sister?"

  "Yes. She adopted us one by one, repaired us and made us useful again. We owe her our lives and our loyalty, but her constant attempts at matchmaking were getting on our nerves."

  Swallowing as he opened the door to a private bedchamber, Skeeter said, "I would have thought that you would welcome female companionship."

  "Only if it is a woman who would not make me choose between her and my brothers. All the women we were introduced to had very peculiar ideas of what a bonding should be."

  He walked up to her and cupped her face in his, sliding a hand into her wet hair. "Your approach is most refreshing. Your body demands and you let us take."

  "It won't last forever." She didn't mention her reproductive agenda.

  He trailed his lips down her neck. "It is here now and that is enough. Stars, your skin is so soft."

  She didn't have a comment for him. His touch took her breath away. She stood in his grip and the towel fell to her feet in a soft slide. Each stroke of his hands increased her hunger and when he lifted her to place her on the bed, she squirmed against the cool sheets.

  He started at her feet, trailing kisses and caresses up the interior of each thigh, always avoiding the core of her pulsing heat.

  While he stroked and caressed her skin, she reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching at the nipples and stroking the underside with light touches. Her arousal grew by leaps and bounds with the more delicate foreplay and when he moved to cover her, he still had not touched her slit or any of the silky heat generated by his caresses.

  His gaze bore into hers as he prodded at her entrance and she arched against him to take him deeper. She flung one leg over his thighs to open herself completely and she tried to pull him into her.

  He didn't budge.

  "Please. Please, I want you inside me." Her voice was a throaty whisper.

  "All you had to do was ask." He slid forward an inch and stopped.

  "More." Her hands ran down his torso, touching flesh and metal in equal measure, and with equal pleasure.

  Josu slid home inside her with a few rocking thrusts. She wrapped her legs around him and arched to meet him every time he moved.

  He sat back on his heels and pulled her hips to him, running his hand over her breasts and belly as his other hand pulled her hips to him in a hard and fast beat.

  She could hear her own pleas, sobbing, begging for more and he gripped both of her hips, holding her tightly to him as she screamed and he jetted into her with short, hard jabs.

  Panting, he rolled to one side and held her tight. "Blanca, how long do you wish to stay here?"

  She was still dazed, her aftershocks pulsing with a distracting strength. "Um. I can't go back to my ship. Not yet."

  "Will you remain here with us? Any further copulation will be at your instigation." He nuzzled her neck and she smiled.

  "Yes, I think this is a safe haven. If you do not mind my presence, I would be happy to stay." Her smile was shy, but as she lifted her face for his kiss, it seemed the right thing to say.

  * * * *

  Days ran into weeks and she spent each day pursuing whatever pleasure took her fancy. She learned that aside from amazing bodies, each had a distinct personality that made sex with him a specific treat.

  Josu was always grumpy, his tone harsh, but his hands and mouth showed an attention to her reactions that was gratifying.

  Kenner had an unflappable cheer that couldn't be squelched, not even when she tripped in the shower and almost neutered him with her teeth.

  After prolonged exposure to her, Zeen showed his skill at detecting the tiniest shift in her arousal by using his sense of smell. It was a peculiar talent that spoke to one of his genetic donors having been one of the hunting races.

  Maro had an affable good mood and an endless capacity for questions.

  Lorik and Neer were still a mystery, but she was enjoying solving them one peeled article of clothing at a time.

  Razer was the one most concerned for her welfare. He examined her constantly and sometimes it was even in the medical offices. He was the one who ruined her announcement.

  At mealtimes, they all ate together and today Razer had spent the morning running his hands and scanners over her. "Blanca is pregnant."

  "It's Skeeter." She didn't answer the second half of the sentence.

  The men looked confused. Finally Maro blinked at her, "How can you be pregnant, we are sterile."

  "I am Bascu. I don't get pregnant via the standard egg and sperm combination."

  Josu looked at her. "Do you know who the father is?"

  She blinked in surprise. "You all are. Each time we coupled you left not only your cum, but epithelial cells and other traces within me. My body absorbed all of it and compiled it into nutrients for my child."

  They stared at each other in confusion for a moment before leaving the table and exiting the dining room.

  Shrugging, Skeeter finished her lunch and stowed her dishes.

  It took the men over two hours to return and she calmly reheated their dinners so that they could have something to use as a prop when they talked to her. She was sure that they were going to send her back to her ship now. So sure, that she didn't quite hear the question Josu put to her.

  "Will you marry us?"

  She blinked, eyes wide. "What?"

  They all asked her this time. "Will you marry us?"

  She almost said yes, but something occurred to her. "I don't know of any planet or system that will allow such a biased mating."

  They answered as one again, "Priznik. We have already had it signed into law. Any amount of Regens may wed a Bascu. As you are an endangered species, it is considered to be a move to assist your reproduction."

  To have seven voices speaking the exact same words made her blink. "How are you doing that?"

  "What
?"

  "Speaking together."

  "We are on a shared frequency. It is something that means we will never compete for your affections within our group. What one feels, all feel."

  She sat amazed until they asked her again, "Will you marry us?"

  "Yes."

  They nodded and cleared the dining room table. Josu disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with strips of silk hanging from his hand.

  "I believe that a celebration upon agreement of the engagement is customary." He tied one of the silks across her eyes and used the other to tie her hands together, stretching her arms over her head as they lay her back on the table.

  Mouths, fingers, tongues and whispered encouragement ran over her as they brought her to orgasm again and again. Fourteen hands on her, touching, caressing and arousing, seven mouths whispering, licking and nipping as she twisted under their touch.

  She came again and again, her body wracked with pleasure. Now and again, someone would mount her and stroke rapidly until they came, but she lost count as her body was awash in a golden glow of heat and satisfaction followed by hunger that was sated over and over.

  It was a lovely engagement night and when she woke the next morning in a puppy pile of masculine bodies, she knew that she was home.

  A week later, they received news of a shuttle on approach. Skeeter was wearing one of the gowns that had been packed with her things and Kenner was busy trying to talk to her belly.

  Curious, Skeeter took Kenner's arm and with the others, she approached the landing craft.

  It was Coalition issue, but that was all that could be said for it. Whoever was responsible for it did not keep it in good repair.

  The male that exited gave Skeeter a jolt. Seeing a male Bascu was like watching for the birth of a black hole. You knew it happened, you just never expected to see it.

  "I am seeking Blanca Snow."

  With her Regens around her, she stepped slightly forward. "I am Blanca Snow."

  "I am Weelan Brachar. I am to be your mating partner." He looked her over with a leer in his gaze and to her disgust, he licked his lips.

  His hair was as black as hers but was arranged in elaborate braids hung with tiny golden beads. His facial markings gave his eyes the appearance of being heavy-lidded and his lips were far too full.