Okay, it wasn’t an aphrodisiac for sure. It wasn’t a chemical reaction. It wasn’t a biological malfunction. So what was left?
Two days later, Taylor stood hunched over the microscope, dressed once again in only her undershirt and panties. The heat was sweltering.
She had finally convinced Ivan and Mike to give her the samples she needed to run the tests. Blood, sweat, semen and skin tests showed several variances, though. Almost—she searched for a way of describing it—a time-share. As though, their bodies were suddenly caught in a switch or relay. Normal responses were being interrupted and priority being given to the sexual. She was attracted to both men, had known it all along, though it was Ivan she had been falling in love with.
There were two men and she was the sole woman. Two potential baby-makers and her hormones were ready to mate. Somehow, the planet itself was making a way to ensure population. It had created a perfect paradise and now seemed to throb with the need to see it filled with life. Now, Taylor has to figure out exactly how this planet was doing this to them.
It had to have something to do with the unidentified chemical she had found within the plants, air and water system. It was acting as the switch to trigger that aggressive sexuality of the guys and the submissive desires and sexual fantasies of her.
She was a woman. She was born with her own fantasies to mate, to fit the male. She had been created to submit to him sexually, in every way. Her body was reinforcing the basic principles upon which she knew women had lived under since recorded history.
As men, both Ivan and Mike understood the call to mate. Understood there was only one of her, two of them. Ivan, as their leader, was beginning to feel possessiveness and ownership. Mike, no less dominant but more than aware of Ivan’s leadership, would take a less dominant role, but no less sexual. It’s a time-share. And they eventually would share, she knew if rescue didn’t come soon.
Standing, she paced to the end of the tent, feeling the crawling, pervasive need that had sent her masturbating several days before. She was aware now that the two men had known of her efforts to relieve herself. As though in agreement that if they couldn’t fill her body nothing would, they no longer left her alone in camp.
After the episode in the shuttle the day before, the two men had also seemed to come to an almost unspoken decision. They were both needed to ensure their survival. There could be no battle to claim her. They weren’t animals. But Taylor was starting to feel like little else. Her body was clamoring for release, her pussy sticky with need and throbbing in arousal.
“Ivan said to rest when it gets this hot.” Mike was suddenly behind her, watching with hot, hungry eyes. “You should go into the shuttle where it’s cooler.”
“I still have a lot of work to do.” She shook her head and careful to stay behind the low shelves that she hoped shielded the fact that she no longer wore her pants.
“Ivan’s orders” He stepped around the shelf before coming to an abrupt stop.
Taylor trembled. She kept her back turned to him, terrified to face him. He was the weaker of the two men. She knew he wouldn’t deny what he wanted if she acted willing.
“Damn, you’re pretty,” he sighed as he moved closer.
“Mike. Ivan won’t like you being in here like this.” She fought to keep her voice from trembling.
“Ivan’s terrified I’m going to mark that little pussy before he does,” Mike grunted as one hand gripped her hip, the other pushed at her shoulders.
Taylor whimpered as he flattened her upper body against the table in front of her. His hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades as his fingers dipped into the back of her panties.
“Mike. Ivan will be here any minute.”
He didn’t listen. His fingers grazed through the syrup he found along the lips of her pussy, drawing the essence back between the cleft of her buttocks.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered. “I know you only want our commander up that tight little cunt. And I don’t blame you, being half in love with him like you are. But I’m going to have you too, Taylor. Be really nice to me right now, and I promise, I’ll keep my cock confined to this…”
A high shriek tore from her lips as she felt his finger penetrate the tight entrance to her anus. Knuckle deep, his finger slick from her juices as he claimed the tender passage.
“You give me this when I want it and Ivan won’t have to worry—and neither will you—about that sweet cunt. I just need to fuck, baby. I don’t need to love you. That’s for you and Ivan to fight through.”
His finger stretched her anal tissue, rasping against it in erotic demand as she trembled on the edge of an almost insane arousal. He could have her now. Her body trembled, her rectum relaxing around his finger as he groaned in relief. His fingers retreated. He gathered more of her juices, returned, eased inside her again. Taylor whimpered, her muscles clamping on the invading digit desperately.
“Mike. Get the hell out here!” Ivan’s big body moved out of the forest across from them, his eyes blazing and his voice cold.
Taylor whimpered as the finger eased from her ass.
“It’s a promise, Taylor,” he whispered then. “Say yes or no now. You won’t get another chance.”
She watched as Ivan came toward them, the front of his pants filled with his erection, his eyes glowing dangerous.
“Hurry, Time’s running out baby.”
“Yes.” She watched Ivan, knowing she couldn’t bear for anyone else to take what she knew was his, but also knowing her body was so greedy for a fucking that even that would be a relief.
“Good girl.” He patted her buttocks before letting her up.
“Taylor.” Ivan stepped into the tent. “Are you okay?”
She straightened up, aware of the guilt, the hunger, swirling around them.
“He wasn’t…” She shook her head. “We weren’t…”
He stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek. “As long as it’s not rape,” he whispered. “Whatever you decide I’ll abide by you Taylor. Anything but force baby” He gave Mike a hard look.
Behind her, Mike cursed. “I wouldn’t force her, Ivan.”
“Stop” She held her hand up at both of them. “Go away both of you. I got work to do.”
“You need to rest,” Ivan protested.
“No.” She shook her head, afraid to stop. Afraid of her weakness, “I need to figure this out. Now both of you go away”
Surprisingly, they did just that as Taylor trembled as her body weakened. She could still feel Mike’s finger in her rectum, feel the greed in which her body had taken it.
Damn. Was there a cure?
“There isn’t a cure.”
She stood before them fully dressed, pausing as she paced the length of the shuttle. “It’s like animal instinct, deserted planet, lush and ready to support life, like a fertile woman. From the instant male and female entered the atmosphere, it went crazy. Our bodies went crazy with it. It’s biological instinct. Breed and procreate. Fuck me, fill me and impregnate me.” Her hands rose as she paced, unaware of the effect her description was having on the two men.
Cocks that were already hard pulsed in demand. Fill me. Fuck me. Impregnate me. Yeah, they thought separately, they could do that. They watched her, hunger blooming inside them.
“Get your heads out of your dicks!” she snapped as she turned back, seeing their almost dazed greed. “Are you paying any attention to me at all?”
“So the cure is to get the hell off this planet?” Ivan shook his head. “Damn, Taylor, it’s not like we haven’t been trying.”
Frustration was eating them alive. She could see it. Feel it. Her gaze connected with Mike’s. Ivan’s control was legendary. He would die before he would force a decision on her. It was eating them all alive.
Taylor pushed her fingers through her hair, shivering in the late evening air. Her body was still damp from her earlier shower, though the cold did little to still the heat flaring within her.
“Look. We need to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll try to figure it out,” Mike suggested evenly, though Taylor could see the anticipation in his face. “Let’s get ready for bed and maybe tomorrow we’ll have some answers.”
Ivan sighed as weariness seemed to overcome him. “Yeah, we can hope.”
They entered the shuttle, then the cramped sleeping area. Fully dressed except for shoes, they took their places on their sides as Ivan lowered the thermal blanket from the supports and tied them down. His back was to her, his body tense. Mike was facing the other way. Taylor shook her head. It was becoming too hard, too frustrating, to deny the hunger sizzling between them. One of them, she knew, would make his move soon.
She just hoped Mike fulfilled his promise.
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