Shared by the Barbarians by Emily Tilton Read Free Book Online

take them too long to figure out what happened. Start the takeoff. I’ll get Jalinda strapped into her acceleration couch.”
    “What’s the betrothal?” Jalinda said
    Kar answered. “It’s when you offer your cunt to us, sweetling.”
    “And your mouth and rump,” Hed added.
    “We don’t fuck them right then,” Kar continued. “But we get to take a good look, and we make you look at our cocks, and kiss them, and then we mark you with our seed.”
    She looked at Pag again, obviously hoping he would tell her that Kar had made it up, as a joke.
    “It is the law of the Trestrimar,” he said simply. “As I said, we will have the betrothal as soon as we get to Zulin. You must make up your mind to show us your cunt like a good girl, so that we mark you thoroughly, for that makes the powers smile upon a marriage, and grant good fortune. Come, lie down on the couch behind you. We will take off in a few moments.”
    Fastening the soft straps over Jalinda’s naked body, as she winced at the pressure even of the couch’s soft padding upon her poor whipped bottom, distracted him more than he would have liked to admit, especially since he had become very hard at the thought of the betrothal. He resisted the temptation to kiss her sweet little pink nipples, though, and command the pleasure between her thighs to keep her thinking of her need for cock and contented himself with smiling down into her face.
    She looked up at him, the anxiety obvious in her eyes. “When will you…?”
    “When will we fuck you?” Pag guessed, and Jalinda nodded. “After we are married, by custom. The Trestrimar fuck whatever girl they wish, if she does not belong to another man of the Trestrimar, but when they take a bride it is usual only to have her mouth before the wedding, and to begin to train her bottom. Then, when they are married in the sight of all the Trestrimar, the men tie the bride to the bench of discipline and fuck her cunt as many times as they like. Because I am eldest, I will take your maidenhead and spurt inside you first. Then Hed will fuck you, then Kar. After the wedding night, though, we will take turns with you, night by night. But every thirtieth night will be a three-cock night for you.”
    Jalinda seemed to have begun to breathe very hard. Pag wondered if his words alone had excited her, somehow, or if the arrangement, which seemed so natural to Pag, frightened her. “What’s that?” she whispered.
    The engines underneath them roared to life, shaking the Pride with an intense rumble. “Takeoff in one minute,” Kar called back. “Strap yourself down, Pag.”
    “I think you can figure out what a three-cock night is, Jalinda,” he said, as he turned to climb into the well-padded confines of the other acceleration couch, and gave her an encouraging smile. “Girls who have to please three men at once have trouble being good girls at first, because they often find the sensations too overwhelming to relax and enjoy them, and it can be embarrassing to have three men exploring every part of your body and using you as they like, but you will get used to it as soon as you understand that you must not refuse your husbands.”
    The shaking and the noise increased. Pag lay in his couch strapped down, and looked across at Jalinda, wishing he could soothe away the fearful expression on her face. But he knew he must make the outlines of her new life as clear to her as he could.
    “We will train you,” he said over the engine noise. “You will have our hardness in your mouth very often from now on, before the wedding. We will need to relax, as we try to evade the Vionians, and a man of the Trestrimar always relaxes inside a girl. Sucking our cocks will teach you to be a good girl, as you learn how much you need a man’s firm hand.”
     
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    They reached Zulin after three hyperspace jumps to confuse the Vionian pursuers—who, they knew after the second jump into the Rekan system, had raised the alarm.
    “Know