Mate for the Feral Barbarians

  Konko and I jumped from our mounts and ran to Kimmy with our spears drawn. The Bonzo beasts scattered, screeching and swiping at us for good measure. I threw my spear and sliced one right through the heart, pinning its little body to the jungle floor.

  I could see a bloody gash across Kimmy’s leg. Konko slashed at the primates with his spear, sending them running into the jungle.

  They would not mess with Zimbre warriors, but they would attack a defenseless little human female. The Bonzo primates were the scourge of the jungles and always gave females and children trouble.

  “This is exactly why we never should have left her,” I spat out.

  “It was your idea for us both to hunt,” Konko said.

  “I wasn’t going to leave you alone with her and let you try to steal her away,” I said with a growl.

  “Shut up, Vock. Can’t you see she’s hurt?”

  We bent beside Kimmy, and I touched the drops of blood seeping from the scratch on her leg. Anger filled my lungs and I made a vow to rid the entire jungle of the Bonzo beasts.

  “It’s okay,” Kimmy said, taking a deep breath through clenched teeth.

  “It is not okay,” I said.

  “Why did you leave the safety of the treehouse?” Konko asked.

  I picked her up and carried her to the rope ladder, Konko right behind me. Kimmy’s soft arms encircled my neck. It felt like heaven even through the haze of anger burning in my brain.

  “I was hungry,” she said with a soft moan.

  Konko grabbed the bucket and threw the spilled fruit back inside. I climbed up the ladder, holding Kimmy gently in my arms. Konko climbed right behind me. When I got to the top of the ladder, I lifted her into the treehouse and set her gently on the bed.

  Konko put the bucket of Orgo fruit on the table and knelt beside me as we both attended to her wound. I wanted to elbow him and yell at him to go away, but I also didn’t want to fight in front of Kimmy.

  Her decision had to be made honorably. Every moment since her arrival, the panther inside my mind had been hissing and growling for me to take her away and claim her as my own, without Konko.

  9

  Kimmy

  I don’t think I had ever been more relieved in my life than when I saw Konko and Vock turn the corner and appear in the clearing below the treehouse. The crazy monkeys scared me half to death. I might have peed my pants if I’d been wearing any.

  The terrifying little creatures scratched my leg. As terrifying and painful as the scratch was, Vock’s gentle hands on my leg and Konko’s worried expression made up for everything.

  They saw to my wound like emergency room attendants. Vock grabbed herbs from the hanging bundles on the rafters and threw a handful into a clay pot of water. He’d dipped a cloth into the herb infused water and used it to clean the wound.

  At first, it stung when he dripped the water over the gash but soon the area went pleasantly numb. Konko used another sterile cloth to wrap around my wound. I felt so stupid for allowing myself to get hurt like this, for the second time since I had arrived. But my twins seemed to like nothing better than tending to me. Even though I’d made a mistake, it was all immediately forgiven.

  As soon as I was bandaged up, the brothers went down to the ground to butcher the humongous bird they had dragged from the jungle behind their dinosaur mounts.

  I was relieved that we would have something substantial to eat. I went to the table to cut some of the orange fruit to eat with the bird meat for our meal. I wanted to help with something since I felt as if I had been nothing but trouble since I’d arrived.

  As much as I felt like a nuisance, I didn’t think the brothers thought of it that way. With every look and every gesture, I could tell that they wanted me more than any man had ever come close to wanting me. After going on so many of the world’s worst dates, I had wound up with not one, but two men who seemed to adore me beyond all reason.

  What girl wouldn’t like that?

  The brothers came back into the treehouse with buckets full of meat, dripping with bright orange blood. The sight of it made me gasp. I almost couldn’t imagine eating it. But after Konko stoked the fire and Vock put the meat on a spit over the flames, the aroma of the cooking meat made me change my mind.

  It smelled like a cross between chicken and steak. Some of my favorite things. Soon the meat was charred and cooked to perfection. Vock gripped the spit and sliced thin strips of meat onto a plate and set it on the table.

  I had cut up the orange fruit and set it in a bowl. Konko, Vock and I all sat down at the table with plates and two pronged forks that they used as utensils.

  There were small daggers for cutting the meat, but it was so tender, it didn’t require much effort to cut. Tentatively, I flicked my tongue over the orange meat. It tasted as good as it smelled, maybe even better. The savory flavor of fatty meat filled my mouth as I chewed. My eyes rolled back in my head as I groaned. It was the most delicious thing I’d eaten in who knows how long. My grumbling stomach would finally be satisfied.

  I took a long drink of cool, fresh water and popped an orange slice of fruit into my mouth. Everything on this planet was so colorful and strange.

  As I ate my meal, I looked from one brother to the other. They intermittently eyed each other with a kind of competitive disdain I had not seen between them before. It was obvious that they were less than thrilled to share a mate, but I hadn’t noticed how intense their rivalry was before now. A shiver went up my spine at the thought of these two giant men fighting over me.

  Konko and Vock were at least six and a half feet tall. They had shoulders that were almost as broad as my entire arm span. Their thick muscled arms were wider than my thighs, and I had some pretty curvy thighs. If these guys got into a fight over me, it was unlikely I could stop them.

  The last thing I wanted was for them to fight. Seeing the way that they were acting with each other, I felt it was probably a good idea to ask them what was going on. But when Konko reached across the table to get another slice of meat and spilled Vock’s clay cup of water into his lap, Vock pounded his fist on the table so violently that every plate, bowl, and utensil jumped up from the surface least five inches.

  I gasped and my eyes shot wide. I covered my mouth with my hand and pushed my chair away involuntarily. My heart slammed in my chest and my fear at his outburst of anger and display of strength wouldn’t calm down.

  “Now see what you’ve done?” Vock demanded.

  “Me? What about you? You’ve terrified Kimmy. Just look at her!”

  “Kimmy,” Vock said, mortified.

  Vock stood from his chair, the water soaked into his loincloth, the fabric conforming over his manhood. He walked around the table and knelt beside me.

  “I’m so sorry I frightened you. Please. I beg your forgiveness,” Vock said.

  He took my hand and bowed his head, lifting the back of my hand to his forehead in a gesture of supplication. I couldn’t believe that this powerful giant of a man was begging for my forgiveness.

  “Of course I forgive you,” I said breathlessly. “I got scared. It’s okay. These things happen.”

  “It’s not okay,” Vock said.

  “Really, it’s fine,” I said trying to put an end to it.

  My stomach was full and the sun was beginning to set outside. The fire burned in the fire pit, making the treehouse warm, even as the air cooled and the rain began to fall on the roof. The night birds called outside our window and the smoke from the fire billowed up through the hole in the roof. I could smell the deep scent of the jungle as the rain dampened the leaves in the soil. It all made me feel languid and sleepy.

  I drew my hand away from Vock’s forehead and replaced it with a gentle kiss from my lips.

  “You are forgiven, Vock,” I said, standing.

  I walked over to the bed and lay down, exhausted from my day. I didn’t even know how many hours I had been awake. I didn’t know the difference in day and night compared to Earth. I’d left my ap
artment after my date at eleven o’clock at night only to arrive in the jungle at what appeared to be noon. I’d slept for a few hours after our lovemaking session. Nevertheless, I still felt bone tired.

  I lay in the furs and pulled another up over my body, nuzzling deep in the soft bed. Vock and Konko crawled in beside me, wrapping their arms over my waist and hips. Vock lay behind me and Konko stretched out in front of me. He looked down into my eyes and smiled before placing a gentle kiss on my head.

  “You are a sweet woman,” Konko said, taking a deep smell of my scent. “You smell sweet too.”

  “She smells like heaven,” Vock purred into my ear. “Like the Linnon flower.”

  I could feel Vock’s hardness against me and it filled me with instant arousal. I didn’t think I had it in me through the haze of fatigue, but I was wrong. With their hands on my body, I felt truly alive.

  I felt my pussy clench at the thought of what these two men might do to me. My worry that this was a dream had long since faded, and I was coming to terms with my new reality.

  All that mattered was Konko and Vock and the feeling of their big hands on my hips and on my breasts, their lips on my neck and mouth.

  I moaned as Konko dipped his tongue between my lips, sinking deep into my mouth. His wet kiss sparked the electric flood of desire between my legs and I was undone. All I wanted was to feel these men inside me. There was nothing in my mind besides them.

  The brothers had me pinned between them, their hard shafts pressed against me. Konko slipped his hand under the wrapped leather dress I’d made for myself. He cupped my sex, feeling the wetness I dripped for him and his twin brother. My body felt more alive than I could remember.

  Vock pulled the tucked leather away from my breasts, unwrapping me from my impromptu clothing. My curves spilled out and the brothers growled at the sight of them. Both men grasped my breasts, each with one in hand, plucking my nipples and hefting the weight in their strong hands.

  I groaned, wanting to be taken in every which way. I was ready. I didn’t care what it meant about me. I didn’t care if it made me fast. I didn’t care if I had been taken away from my planet and brought to this strange place for the rest of my life.

  I felt like I’d been waiting forever for just this moment. Nothing had ever felt so good. Konko slid his hand over my stomach and between my legs, gripping my sex hard, his fingers slipping into my wet core.

  He slid his fingers into my channel, spreading my juices over my clit. He fingered my bud while Vock’s face was at my breasts, sucking on my nipples.

  Four hands, two mouths, and two cocks, all surrounding me, swallowing me up into another world of mind-blowing pleasure. I started to pant heavily, my chest heaving. I didn’t know what I’d do if I had to wait a minute longer. Konko’s teasing fingers kept me right at the edge of release while Vock’s mouth tortured my swollen breasts.

  They laid me down on my back, looming over me like two massive gods. As Konko kissed and fingered my clit, Vock kissed down my body and dipped his head between my legs. Konko’s fingers focused on my clit while Vock’s tongue dipped into my channel.

  I arched my back, feeling my climax ready to explode inside my overstimulated body. I felt close to black out or explosion. This much pleasure shouldn’t be legal. I was pretty sure it wasn’t back on Earth. No women got to experience this in my old life. Definitely not a woman like me.

  I had a crappy job in an office, working for an asshole boss. I kept going out with losers from the internet. All anyone ever told me was I’d have better luck with men if I lost a few pounds. I didn’t see how losing weight was going to make the men on Earth less douchey.

  Vock and Konko were definitely not from Earth. And I felt like I was seeing the map of the universe behind my mind’s eye as my excitement built, ready to burst.

  The first eddies of rushing pleasure trickled in. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes shot wide. Konko focused on sucking and biting my nipples as he squeezed my heavy breasts in his big hands.

  Vock licked my pussy like his life depended on it. I arched my back and started to scream. The pleasure hit me hard, ripping through me as the tortured yell ripped from my throat.

  The brothers just purred into my sensitive parts, drowning me deeper in pleasure. I felt their hands grip me. Konko tried to lift me on his lap, but Vock was pulling me down on the bed under him.

  The brothers growled at each other above me. I couldn’t let them fight now. I needed them both, more than I’d ever needed anything. I had to choose right now or they would ruin it all.

  I wrapped my arms around Konko’s neck and didn’t let go. He pulled me into his arms, lifting me up on his lap. With a growl, Vock helped me onto Konko’s lap, kissing my neck from behind.

  Konko gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks. He slid my wet opening over his steel hard rod, wetting it until it was soaked with my nectar. With the tilt of his hips, he angled toward my opening. I gasped and threw my head back. Vock growled behind me and gripped my hair, sucking the sensitive spot on my neck.

  Konko pressed the head of his cock against my oiled opening. It was so thick. It pulsed against me, begging to be inside my warm core. I groaned, my eyes wide, wondering if I could even take a man so thick.

  Without hesitating, he pulled me down over him. It spread me, squeezing into my tight pussy. Pain sliced through me as he filled me up. Konko’s cock inched in, my body tight around his shaft. I was so wet with arousal, it slid deeper as I relaxed into him.

  With a hard thrust, he was inside me, brushing against my cervix. My voice was caught in my throat. I was transfixed. My breasts were swollen and ripe. Vock’s arms wrapped around my body, squeezing my breasts hard as Konko tilted his hips backward, holding me over him. He thrust forward again, sinking deeper this time.

  I groaned ferociously as he sank his tongue into my mouth. Vock kissed me from behind, running his mouth and tongue over my neck and earlobes.

  Konko’s thick cock filled me to the hilt, pumping in and out of me with the kind of strength I’d only ever witnessed in fantasies.

  He growled into my ear, and Vock started to kiss me. Konko held me tight, moving my body with his big, strong arms. He stood from the bed, wrapping my curvy legs around his waist. He lifted me up so effortlessly, it took me a moment to realize what was happening. He was so strong. I didn’t even have to hold on to stay up. Gripping my thighs, he pounded into me. Vock, not wanting to be left out, stood behind me. I felt his cock against my ass as his sharp teeth grazed my skin.

  Konko bounced me up and down, sinking deeper and deeper, filling me more and more with each thrust. My breasts bounced against his hard chest. I felt his throbbing cock thicken inside me, ready to burst. His abs slapped against my clit as Vock’s cock brushed against my ass.

  Konko leaned down to suck my tit as he burst inside me, making me come like a banshee on his thick cock.

  “She’s mine now,” Vock said before I even had a chance to catch my breath.

  He had me slung over the bed, my ass in the air and my breasts against the soft furs. I felt Konko patting my hair as Vock slapped my ass with his big hand.

  “Your curves make me insane,” Vock growled, slapping me again.

  The sting of it pushed me over the edge. I bit down on the leather cloth below my face, ready to be taken a second time in the span of ten minutes.

  Konko’s seed slipped from my pussy, mixed with my own juices. Vock slid his thick, hard cock inside me with one merciless thrust. I groaned, knowing I was in for it. These two weren’t cooperating. Part of it frightened me. Part of it just made my nipples harder and my pussy more eager to be fucked.

  I needed this. I’d always needed it. I wanted them both. But they didn’t realize it yet. They wanted me to choose. But how could I choose between them?

  Vock’s shaft filled me up. He sank inside me, gripping my hips so hard I could feel his sharp nails bite my flesh.

  I was on my hands and knees, but as he thrust for the first t
ime, I collapsed on my chest. Vock growled behind me, rubbing my hips, thighs, and ass with his big hands.

  He placed a hand on the small of my back, holding me in place as he thrust again and again into my core.

  Konko reached under me and flicked my clit, and I came at his touch. Vock growled at his brother, but it only made him thrust harder, and my orgasm intensified.

  He pushed his brother away and pumped into me, showing me what he was made of. I gripped the furs in my hands, my mind a mess of excitement and hysteria. I’d never felt so beside myself. And I didn’t want it to change. I embraced it with both arms.

  Vock growled, his cock swelling. The feeling of his throbbing cock letting loose his hot seed made me come harder.

  Groaning, mindless, breathless, and insane, I didn’t want it to end. Vock held my hips in his hands for several beats, not letting go or slipping from me.

  I looked behind me and saw the brothers glaring at each other. I pulled myself forward, slipping from Vock’s grip. I turned to them and looked them both in the eyes.

  “What exactly is going on here, guys? Why do I feel like you are fighting over me?”

  “Because we are,” Konko growled, not looking away from his brother.

  “But why?”

  “Because you will have to choose one of us,” Vock growled back, still eyeing his brother.

  “The last thing I want is to get between you.”

  “You aren’t,” Vock growled.

  They weren’t mad at me. That much was obvious. I just didn’t understand why they were so mad at each other.

  “I thought I was supposed to be with both of you. That’s what the cupids said.’

  “It’s not possible,” Konko said, his voice falling into a tone of sadness.

  “You could never survive the claiming,” Vock said.

  “Claiming?” I asked, confused.