[Siren PolyAmour: Adventure Futuristic Menage Science Fiction Romance, MFMMM, light spanking, HEA]
Janine will do anything to escape serving her well-deserved prison sentence, even leaving Earth with warrior Kadir to mate with him and the three other men of his unit.
Janine Longo was sentenced to twenty years for beating a man. Prison authorities send her to a bridal fair to find an alien husband. When available mates dwindle and the guards call her name, Janine agrees to return to Zuntx with Kadir.
Scarred and disfigured, Kadir is growing desperate. This is his third bridal fair, and he doesn’t have the money to try again. When the big woman in the orange jumpsuit agrees to accompany him, he accepts.
Janine soon meets Tero, Kobak, and Bakur. Together, they head for home. But the thriving, bustling Zuntx that Kadir left behind is now a riot torn planet. Homeless men wander aimlessly seeking food, shelter, and women.
This is not what Janine wanted.
Can she live on Zuntx? Can she love four men?
Kobak now joined Kadir, Tero, and Bakur as they moved through the base on the way to their street. Debris littered the road. Household goods, old food, and scattered clothing all suggested one hell of a raid. The question was, how far had the mob gotten? Ringed by a stone wall, the base only had one way in and out. Kobak and other men from the barracks had fought to close that entrance. Any mob members remaining were now trapped inside the military installation.
Kadir knelt on the ground, trying to read the myriad of footprints etched in the earth. “At least twenty-five, all in. No one’s come back out yet. Not this way,” he said.
“They could have blown the wall, but we’d hear that, wouldn’t we?” Bakur said to no one in particular. No one bothered answering him.
“C’mon, we have to check on Janine,” said Tero, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Yes, let’s go,” echoed Bakur.
The four men, blasters drawn, moved down the street. Kadir didn’t think the rabble had bombs in their possession. Likewise, he didn’t think they had weapons beyond branches and rocks. But boards and rock, applied properly, could do a great deal of damage. More than likely, they’d scale a wall when their rampage ended, retreat to town and blend in with the other men living there.
The nearer to home they were, the faster they walked. By the time they reached their street they were running. Kadir didn’t stop to assess the damage. He pushed through the remains of their front door. Blaster drawn he yelled, “Janine!”
The other men fanned out to check the rest of the house. Tero ran to the kitchen. Seeing the demolished back door, he headed straight for the cold storage cellar. He climbed, then slid down the ladder into the gloom. He too knew where every box and crate sat, as well as every nook and cranny. If Janine hid herself back here, Tero thought it would be where the darkness was complete. “Janine!” he shouted again. “It’s me. Tero! Janine!”
Tero stopped to listen. Hearing only his own heartbeat, he turned to leave. He and the others needed to start searching for her before the mob…Tero couldn’t think about it.
“Tero?” a soft, breathy voice called.
Relief flooding through him. He answered. “Janine! Where are you? You ok?”
“Yeah. I’m way up here. Give me a second to get down.”
Tero moved to the bottom of the ladder. “Hey! She’s down here! We’ll be right up!” he yelled. “Need any help getting down?” He held his arms out to her.
“No, almost down.” Janine’s feet hit the ground with a soft thud. It took exactly three steps for her to reach Tero. She threw her arms around him and squeezed like she’d never see him again. Burying her face in his chest, she sighed. “Oh Tero. I was so scared. If you hadn’t come down here with me, I never would’ve known to hide here.”
Tero stood still, unsure of what to do. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled her warm woman’s scent. In the short time she’d been on Zuntx, she’d become the center of their unit. Out on patrol he thought about her constantly and looked forward to returning to her. Janine’s laughter, her little muir chirping, even her cooking disasters, all made their home a better place.
Tero knew that if the rabble had dragged her away, he would stop at nothing to bring her home. And if they found Janine dead, heaven help her killers. Tero cradled her face in his large, warm hands. Lowering his face to hers, he kissed her. “Janine,” he whispered. “It’s okay now. You’re safe.”
Janine took a deep breath and let it out. A child of the streets, she’d had close calls before. But never like this. She had run down here out of desperation because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. If her loser attacker would’ve had some friends and a flashlight, she could be dead right now. She’d never been cornered and trapped before.
“Go,” Tero said, his hand on the small of her back urging her toward the ladder. He waited until she reached the top before starting up himself. He scrambled up and out of the cellar to find Janine safe in the arms of Kadir, Bakur, and Kobak.
When Janine reached the top of the ladder, hands helped her up and into the yard. She found herself in the midst of a group hug. Kadir, Bakur, and Kobak all spoke at once. “Are you hurt? Did they touch you? Are you ok?” The men ran their hands over her head, shoulders, down her arms, patted her back, all looking for injuries.
And sometimes they teased with more than just words. One evening, Kobak complained that his dish was so hot it scorched his hands. Janine, rolling her eyes, tried to toss him a towel to “protect his delicate little fingers.” Kobak caught the towel and tugged, dragging Janine across Tero’s lap as well as his.
“You jerk!” Janine gasped, laughing. “You’re lucky I finished mine or there’d be food all over!” Janine pushed herself to her hands and knees, her torso bridging over Tero.
Bakur, seated on Janine’s other side, now had a great view of her ass waving in the air. Grinning, he smacked her left cheek, then the right cheek. Bakur set his empty bowl aside and rubbed the sting away. He wondered if he’d slapped her hard enough to leave behind handprints. He hoped so. The idea of marking her, claiming her that way too, appealed to him.
Kobak leaned forward and tilted Janine’s head toward him. His first kiss landed between her upper lip and nose.
Janine spluttered, and then giggled. “Kobak! I’m going to fall! Stop it!”
Tero, cock rock hard now, grabbed her hips to steady her. “Gotcha!” He leaned into Janine, one hand moving to cup her swaying breast. “Got that, too,” he murmured, kneading her soft flesh.
Kobak captured Janine’s moan, his mouth covering hers this time. His tongue slid into her moist warmth. Kobak rose and stood before Janine. His erection pushed against his pants, perfectly outlined by the material.
Janine steadied herself by wrapping her arm around his hard thigh. She traced his erection with her fingertips, then lightly scored his head with her nails. She cupped him, feeling the weight of his sac. Janine looked up at him and tugged at the waistband of his pants, asking him without words to free his cock for her. Licking her lips, she waited to suck his shaft.
Janine smiled as Kobak’s dick and balls bounced once freed from his pants. They waved in front of her face, tempting her.
She used her tongue, swirling it around his cap, lingering in the sensitive spot just underneath. When Kobak jerked, she used the tip of her tongue to play with his slit that now leaked precum. Wrapping her lips around his dick, she slid down toward his groin. Janine let his cock slip from her mouth.
She wanted to worship his cock, not just suck him off. Janine traced the veins now throbbing along the sides of his shaft. She smiled when he groaned, delighted to have him at her mercy. She wrapped her lips where her tongue had been. This time, she slid down until his tip touched the back of her throat. She swallowed, closing her eyes when Kobak threw his head back and gasped.
Janine had sucked cock before, but not like this. Never like this. Yes, she’d given head before, but not like it meant anything. Sure, it was fun, and she enjoyed knowing she had power over her partner when his dick was in her mouth. But she’d never wanted, never needed a connection to a man. She needed that with Kobak right now, as with all her men. She wanted to give to them. Give them her pleasure, and give them their pleasure.
Janine took her time sliding up and down, making sure she swallowed his dick each time her lips slipped toward his soft, curly hair. Both her hands now wrapped around his thighs as he thrust into her mouth.
Kobak thrust against her. “Janine!” He growled as he stiffened.
Janine felt his cum spurt into her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working convulsively. Allowing his cock to slip from her lips, she began to gently clean him as she let him recover.
Bakur’s curiosity drove him to pull Janine’s leggings down to her knees, exposing her ass. Her pink ass. Bakur rubbed her cheeks, loving how soft they felt, how wonderfully they filled his hands. He needed to see his handprints marking her, claiming her. He spanked her again, hitting first one cheek then the other. Again and again, until his handprints stood out on her skin. She moaned and pushed back into him.
Bakur accepted her invitation and spanked her again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He stopped to rub her ass. It felt warm beneath his hands. He pushed his fingers into her pussy and felt her moisture coating them.
Bakur’s spanking surprised Janine. She wasn’t sure she liked it as heat bloomed across her ass. Just when she wanted to turn around and stop him, he rubbed the heat until it morphed into something else. Her clit felt warm and heavy, swelling with each swat. She felt her juices seeping down her thighs. She needed Bakur’s cock inside her pussy.
Bakur knelt behind her and freed his cock. He rubbed it up and down her crack, using her juices to coat himself. Positioning himself at her entrance, he sheathed just the head of his rod, holding himself there. Bakur slid his hand down his cock. He gripped the end near his tip and pulled out of Janine. Using his tip, he rimmed her opening, teasing her. Bakur grinned when Janine cursed and pushed her ass against him.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Bakur thrust into Janine. Grabbing her hips, he hammered her, bottoming out against her womb. When she started rocking back, Bakur knew he wouldn’t last. He felt the familiar tightening in his groin as his orgasm approached. Throwing back his head, he groaned as he filled Janine with his cum.