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  Her Cyborg Warriors

  Interstellar Brides® Program: The Colony – 8

  Grace Goodwin

  Her Cyborg Warriors: Copyright © 2020 by Grace Goodwin

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  Goodwin, Grace

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  This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

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  1

  Umiko “Mikki” Tanaka, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth

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  Warriors surrounded me, not just the two touching me, but more stood, watching, from the edges of the room. They were chanting something, the deep rumble of combined voices making me feel… safe. It seemed weird, but somehow those warriors were sworn to protect me now. With their lives, if necessary. They were hard-ass alien fighters who battled the Hive. Their protection was no joke. There were nine of them surrounding us, and my mate had chosen them himself, had them swear an oath to protect me no matter what happened to one of my mates.

  How I knew this fact, I couldn’t say, but the body I was living in for this dream—or whatever it was—didn’t care. In fact, she was totally excited by the prospect of having her mates claim her in front of all these witnesses…

  Wait? What the hell?

  Claim her? With witnesses?

  Like, stick their cocks in my—no, in her body and—

  “Do you accept my claim, mate? Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another primary male?”

  Primary male? What the hell was going on? And why, oh why, was I so damn hot? One man—no, not a man but an alien, for this was part of the whole testing thing I was going through, I was sure of it now—one alien had his mouth on my nipple, suckling. The other had his hands on my hips, moving lower, positioning his rock-hard cock at the entrance to my pussy as he spoke.

  This body—my body, at the moment—was so out-of-control insane for the alien that I—she—squirmed, trying to force him to take her. I arched my back, giving more of my breast to the other alien who knelt beside us. I was surrounded by my mates, their lust for me blasting through my mind in some kind of weird, psychic dream sharing.

  I knew what they wanted somehow. I could feel them inside my mind. And their lust, their pure, unfiltered need for me, was making me—no, her—making her lose her damn mind. She was way out of control, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop her from begging.

  “Do it. Take me. God, please,” I begged. No, she begged. Not me.

  The second male released my breast, and I pouted until he moved behind me, his cock sliding along the soft seam of my ass, positioning himself to ensure I would take both of them inside my body at the same time. I wanted that. Badly. Desperately. I was so out of my mind I couldn’t think enough to form words. They were mine, these warriors. Mine. I wanted everyone to know it. I wanted everyone to watch me claim them.

  “Mate, you must accept us before we can claim you. Do you accept my claim?”

  He wanted me to talk? Again? Was he insane? The body I was in came alive at the command in his voice, my pussy practically pulsing with the need to be filled.

  The chanting grew louder, and I wondered just how intently the extra warriors were watching this exhibition in sexual insanity? Me? I wasn’t into public displays, but apparently, at the moment, what I wanted didn’t matter because the woman whose body I was inhabiting like a ghost spoke up anyway.

  “I accept your claim, Warriors.”

  “Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You are mine, and I shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”

  Kill?

  Wasn’t that a bit extreme?

  “May the gods witness and protect you.” The other warriors, the watchers, spoke as one, like in response to some kind of church sermon, as the warrior in front of me thrust deep, impaling me on his cock. I gasped.

  Behind me, the second pushed forward, and my body went on tilt as an orgasm threatened to rocket through me. I was going to scream when it happened. I could feel it building in this body’s—my—throat.

  No.

  Just no.

  No. No. No.

  It wasn’t that the two aliens taking me weren’t hot as hell. I wanted that orgasm almost as much as I wanted to breathe, but not like this.

  I didn’t do peep shows, and I didn’t get down and dirty in front of other people.

  Just no.

  I gasped as the second cock filled me. There. The orgasm started, and I teetered on the edge, fighting it, holding it back. I would not scream in release in front of—

  The scene faded, and I sighed in relief. Thank God. I couldn’t do that. I just… no. No.

  “Better, mate?” A deep voice soothed my frazzled nerves, and I sighed in relief. I knelt on the floor now, in this new dream. My cheek rested on a muscular thigh. I smiled and rubbed my face against him like a cat. God, this was so much better. I was still hot, my body craving his touch, but there was no group of chanting creeps watching two aliens have sex with me. No, claim me. We were alone.

  Home.

  How I knew that, I had no idea. I accepted the truth of the knowledge as his hand stroked over my hair as if he were petting me. The gesture was soothing, putting my mind at ease. He wasn’t ignoring me. The opposite. I felt as if all his attention were solely on me.

  When I was ready, when I had calmed from the last bit of insanity, the body I was in knew that they were mine.

  They. The aliens. I was still in that weird testing thing. I could feel the strange buzzing in my mind, almost like background white noise trying to break through and enter the dream. Like an annoying alarm clock intruding on my sleep, wrecking the peaceful vibe I had from this big alien caressing me.

  This was nice, I had to admit. This was the best I had felt in
months. Jail didn’t agree with me. Not that it agreed with anyone, but I was not meant to be cooped up in a cage. I needed wind on my face and sun on my back.

  But this wasn’t me. This was her. Some other female. The big alien petting me belonged to her, not me.

  I didn’t care enough to fight it this time. I let her take me over, allowed her thoughts to become mine.

  My work fulfilled me, but it was a heavy load to carry. My thoughts were like tabs on a browser, twenty open at once. I carried stress with me like a bag. I needed time to settle my mind, to transition into an evening at home.

  With them.

  Them?

  I looked around but could see nothing. I felt him, felt the soft cushion beneath my cheek shift so I would be more comfortable.

  Not a cushion, a man. An alien.

  My alien.

  No, her alien. She—I—had two of them again.

  How could it be? This was a dream. Somehow. I was warm even though I was… holy shit, I was still naked.

  I should be appalled. I was mad at myself for being like this. I never sat on the floor, subservient to anyone. To make it worse, I was doing it naked.

  “Better?” the alien asked. His voice was low and deep, like fudge poured over an ice cream sundae, and I wanted to melt.

  I nodded against the first one’s leg. This wasn’t me. No way. It was a dream. The testing. It had to be a dream, some weird way to assess me for a mate. I wouldn’t do this. But I was. I was this woman. Content. It made no sense.

  “Yes.”

  Why was I better? I paused and thought, felt. I’d returned from whatever job I had, my head filled with the tasks I’d accomplished or that were incomplete. I was familiar with this. My job never ended. Constant pressure, constant deadlines. But I was her and I understood. We were the same.

  No! I was Mikki. Not this woman.

  But I was.

  I’d been met with kisses and caresses and had been stripped bare.

  I’d let him.

  No, it wasn’t him that had done that. A different him.

  A second him had taken off every bit of my clothing and led me to sit at the other male’s feet.

  “Our mate needs a quiet moment to let go of her day,” he’d said. He’d pulled me down to nestle on his lap on the floor next to my other mate. So close to both of them, I’d settled my cheek on the second mate’s thigh in contented relief. After that, they’d surrounded me. Holding me. Calming me. Petting me.

  “Yes, I can see how she is now ready for us.” The second male voice. The one whose hands had brushed over me as he’d bared me, as he’d positioned himself to be my body pillow. I shivered with anticipation, knowing they were both so close to me. Anticipation?

  What had the guy said? Our mate? I had two mates?

  “Up, mate. Time to sit on my lap.” I was easily lifted onto the male’s thighs and instead of sitting sideways and tucked into him, I was turned so I straddled him with my back pressed to his chest, facing away. I felt his heat, his strength seep into me.

  “So beautiful.” Hands came around and caressed my bare skin. My thighs, my belly, my breasts, then lower to my pussy. His fingers slid easily through my eager flesh because I was so wet. Pleasure coursed through me at his touch, my skin instantly heating.

  “Yes,” I moaned as a finger slipped inside me, curling directly over my G-spot. My eyes were closed, or the dream didn’t allow me to see. Hell, who cared if this were real. It felt too good to care. Now there weren’t a bunch of gawking warriors ruining my fun.

  “Listen to how eager her pussy is,” the male who held me said to the other, which meant he was listening to the wet slide of his fingers in and out of my body.

  “As it should be.” The second male, the one I’d been taken from, agreed at once. I didn’t care that he watched me writhe naked on someone else’s lap. Someone else’s hand between my parted thighs.

  The man at my back finger fucked me, the wet sound of my arousal one that couldn’t be missed. He spread his knees wider, which only parted my own legs even more. I realized how much smaller I was—or how big he was—when his action made me slide down his body. His cock was hard and thick pressed into my back. He did nothing about it, only continued to tend to me.

  I was close to coming from just this, from his hands alone. A whimper escaped, this female knowing it wouldn’t be possible. Why was I okay with this? It made no sense. I was at war, my body and mind.

  His hand lifted from me, then came down on my pussy in a sharp, wet slap.

  I cried out and shook at the sting of it. My clit was on fire and almost painfully hard from the contact. My back arched, and I moaned as the bite of his pussy spanking morphed into the most delicious heat.

  Holy shit, that was hot. How? I could feel it all. The sting of the sensual spanking, the way my body took it, loved it. Needed it.

  “There are no thoughts, mate, nothing in your mind but my touch.” His palm cupped my tender flesh before he slid his finger back into me. I was so much wetter than before, no doubt my slick heat covered his hand.

  “There is nothing in your mind but the way you feel. How beautiful you are in your pleasure, knowing we are witness to it. That we give it to you.”

  Oh. That made sense. He wasn’t taking. He was giving. Or maybe I really, really didn’t want to think anymore. I’d done nothing but think and think and think in that damn prison cell. I was so tired of fighting the world. Fighting my fear. Fighting everything and everyone all the damn time.

  I stopped fighting the pull of this woman’s body as a soft moan escaped her throat. She was like me, tired of thinking. She knew if she let go, she’d be safe with her mates. She knew with a level of certainty I had never experienced before—and I wanted that. Badly.

  Hands on my parted thighs startled me. “Shh,” the other male said. He was between my splayed knees, touching me too. I felt his breath, then his tongue as he licked up my desire from my skin. Oh shit.

  Two of them at once? Was I really going to do this? Was she? It wasn’t me. Right? This wasn’t me.

  I’d never had two men touch me at the same time. I’d never considered it as something I’d like. But fuck me, I wanted them. I never wanted this to end.

  The hand playing with my pussy moved away, and the air cooled my heated flesh.

  Something hard slid over my folds, dipped inside me, then out before moving lower to my—

  “Oh!” It was a butt plug, and he’d been coating it with my arousal. I cried out as the object was worked into my bottom. It stretched me, then slid easily into place since it had been well lubricated before I could tell them no. I’d never had anything there except in the first part of the dream. Not in real life. I shouldn’t like it, but now… now I didn’t want him to take it away. It felt so good. Oh my God, I had something in my ass, and I loved it.

  She loved it. This body was on fire and eager for what came next.

  “Good mate,” the one between my thighs said. “You are opening so beautifully, and we love how responsive you are. Soon we will fuck you together. You want two cocks, don’t you, mate?”

  “Yes,” I moaned as a tongue flicked my clit. My hips rolled into the touch automatically, wanting more.

  I wasn’t denied. I couldn’t describe what he was doing. His mouth, tongue and fingers were all on me, in me, pushing me to orgasm with ruthless skill. Tongue swirls and licks, mouth sucks and kisses, finger fucks and strokes. All of that happened while my back entrance was stretched and filled.

  I was panting. Moaning. A hot, sweaty, glorious mess.

  “I’m going to come,” I shouted. “Oh my God, it’s going to be so good.”

  The mouth immediately moved away, and I reached out to grab his head and put him back.

  “No, mate.” My nipples were pinched at the same time. Not harshly, but with enough pressure to redirect my focus but keep me hot.

  I was lifted up and moved away from the heat at my back, but still seated on the first male’s sp
read thighs. I could feel him opening his pants behind my back, then I was raised once again, pulled closer to his hard body. I felt the thick prod of a cock at the entrance of my pussy as the male in front of me fondled my clit and used his fingers to spread the lips of my pussy open for that cock.

  Oh, did I want to have that in me. I knew it was going to be big, bigger than anything I’d ever experienced before. And with the plug…

  “Oh my God,” I moaned as he slowly lowered me. My feet didn’t touch the floor, and I was completely at his mercy. He didn’t fit, only opening me up about an inch. I wriggled and shifted, and I took a little more.

  His hands gripped my waist and began to lift and lower me, slowly so that I had time to adjust to something so big.

  When I was finally sitting upon his thighs once again, I was so full I could barely catch my breath.

  “Lean forward,” the voice behind me said.

  Blindly I set my hands on his knees, palms gripping the rough fabric. He must have opened his pants just enough to get his cock out. And into me. In this position, he settled a little deeper and I moaned.

  “Open,” the second said, cupping my cheek with his palm, his thumb brushing over my lips, indicating exactly what he wanted. His touch was gentle, caressing my skin in a soothing way that contradicted the demanding tone of his voice.

  I did as instructed, opening my mouth, and he guided me forward. Why was I letting him? This was insane. Having sex with a guy was one thing, but being ordered to suck the cock of another at the same time? Why did it make me so hot? Why did I want to please him? Since when did I make it a point to please a man?