“They have to learn fast, Mama,” Mycah said clearly. “Men like that can’t stay in the camp if they don’t ept our values.”


    “It would be bad for them to be sent out,” Rees stated. “They will not survive long without cousins to help them.”


    Niah agreed with his Brother and yawned loudly.


    The boys were making virtually adult statements and I examined them intently. They were done with it, though, and looked like they were asleep on their feet. Hodlen’s family bent and scooped them up, resting the children on their hips.


    Spartian held a sleepy Jonathan and I stroked my boy’s hair. The little blonde head dipped until it was resting on the man’s shoulder. Jonathan fought to keep his eyes open and failed. He let out a snore as he fell to sleep.


    “The Great Harmonious Spirit teaches them,” I said out loud and in wonder as I realized what had happened.


    Girls had their female breeder’s memories, primarily, at birth and boys would have their male breeders’, once they were absorbed into The Spirit. The teaching didn’t start with boys until they bonded to the men. It linked the men through generations, just as the girls had their links.


    Putting the men on thepounds and isting them from one another had been designed to systematically erode this. It had been a devilishly effective system. Kept from their young and prohibited from forming bonds, the men lived in istion from everything. They couldn’t pass anything on at all.


    “We are not isted here,” Damien informed me as Kein hugged me from behind.


    “Quite the opposite,” Kein whispered in my ear as I felt his erection nudge my posterior.


    Damien and his Brothers demanded my attention and I felt the flow of their thoughts. Humans liked privacy, but my men really needed something. I’d shown them a part of me tonight they’d not seen before. In the past an aggressive female would have turned them off. Seeing it in their mate had a different effect.


    They had sensed a fierce, protective instinct inside of me when I thought my family was endangered. There was no loss of control, only determination. I would have killed those men and left their corpses to rot. When they’d exited their rooms all the men had witnessed my steady gaze and ready stance. If The Spirit had not been in control, it would have been a very erotic pose for Damien and his Brothers.


    “Spend a little time with us in the main room of our lodging,” Kein pleaded quietly in my ear.


    Damien and his Brothers knew I couldn’t have sex with all of them tonight, not in my condition. They were more than happy to masturbate their sexual energy off, but it would be more fun if I was around. My men were shamelessly begging for something very simple. I could not deny them.


    Damien addressed Hodlen as we walked back toward our chambers. The other men had no problem watching the boys while we took our time together in the main room. Damien quietly exined they just wanted a moment with their mate. The drape would be closed because humans liked privacy.


    We walked into our rooms and Mycah’s family was essentially asleep. Rees grumbled as his shoes came off, but the rest seemed oblivious as Hodlen’s family took them to the bed. Injured little boys would sleep like this and the men knew it. Mycah’s family was just taking what they needed to get better.


    The heavy drape separating the rooms was closed and I stood in the sitting area looking at my family in the dim fire light. There was no noise from outside and the sleeping chamber was also silent. We stood looking at one another until Damien moved to ce his weapons away.


    All the Brothers ced their weapons to the side and I started to as well, but was stopped. Bane pulled my sword from it’s sheath and ced it in my hand. I twisted the weapon in my grip and realized I had everyone’s attention. Their attention was riveted on the weapon and on me.


    The heat in their eyes was hard to deny. My mates were excited and the image of me holding my weapon was doing it for them. In response to their obvious interest I raised the de and touched the tip to Bane’s chest, they shuddered as one being. Every stripe on Bane’s wide body flushed with excitement. This was what they wanted.


    In the not too distant past, my men had suffered from the women’s talons, but they’d always been rewarded with the gratification of release afterward. Now their brains were wired to appreciate a little aggression from their partners, especially since then knew I wouldn’t really hurt them. The notion I knew exactly how to use the weapon I carried was actually exciting to Damien and his Brothers.


    The sharp de could easily slice into skin, so I was very careful as I touched the tip to Bane’s chest. Our eyes remained locked on one another’s and his breath caught in his throat. The cool metal traced the line of his sternum and down the firm muscles of his stomach.


    In that moment I knew he’d do anything I asked.N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    “Take it off,” I said in a lowmanding voice as I tapped the wrap at his waist.


    Bane was shaking with excitement as the material was removed. He dropped it to the floor without a second thought and waited for directions. I felt his eyes boring into me as he trembled.


    “Eyes down,” I ordered and watched him struggle toply.


    Never in his life had Bane had someone this near him with a de and been unable to watch them. The relinquishment of power was maddening and exciting.


    Slowly I circled him, my fingers touched his hips and trailed across his firm buttocks. I let the de in my other hand follow my fingers. Cool metal contrasted violently with the heat his body was emanating. It was a vivid reminder of the threat I currently wielded.


    A low murmur spread through Bane’s Brothers as they all remembered the erotic pleasure he’d gotten when I’d dominated his ass. The big man had felt the intrusion of the plug in his ass and been excited by my ability to put it there. This control was simr and intensely exciting.


    Bane’s rock solid cock bobbed in front of him and I knew he needed release, the teasing was only to make it better.


    “Stroke yourself with your hand,” I ordered and Bane quicklyplied.


    The thick head swelled and stared to leak as his grip became more firm and the motions faster. I thought about the things I’d like to do to him and I felt his eagerness for more. My games were strange, he’d never imagined being treated in the way I imagined. Even odder was thinking he might enjoy it. The ideas excited him terribly.


    I put the sword back in it’s scabbard and ran my nails over the strong muscles of Bane’s back. My left hand raised and buried in his hair, my right hand grasped the firm muscles of his buttocks. He was caught in the moment.


    In all his life only the women, with their talons and spears, had managed to force Bane’s submission. In my imagination, he was eager to bend to my desires. A willing supplicant that would crave my touch. It was unique and consuming, a role he wanted to try.


    I delved a finger between his firm buttocks and teased the outside of his puckered little hole. The light teasing strokes were intended to make him want this and he did. Bane saw the image I held in my mind of a strap-on. He saw himself bent over, tied, and at my mercy. The teasing strokes became firmer and a needy moan left his lips.


    As his excitement reached its peak and release, I reached forward and caught his spending. His knees were weak as the thick ropes coated my hand and slid toward the floor. Bane had no strength left as a grinning Christof wiped my hand clean.


    I stepped back from Bane and he sunk into a chair with a zed look in his eyes. The goofy grin on his face was the most rxed I’d seen them since they returned from the battle at thepound. It was good to see.


    “You know us, wife,” Damien said softly as he approached.


    I did know them. Each of them had needs different from the rest, but they had needs they shared as well. Right now they all needed release.


    The tie in front of my outfit was made of a thick piece of soft leather. I undid it and pulled the strap free. The length of leather had run from the top to bottom. Its loss had allowed my night dress to fall open, exposing my belly and pendulous breasts to view. Teasing my audience I drew the leather strap over my breasts several times.


    Folding the leather thong onto itself several times made it look like the leather whip with many tails that Damien had once used on me. His breath caught in his throat as he saw what I was doing. I had long fantasized about doing this type of thing with him.


    Kein was enjoying watching my breasts hang so freely. He’d not been able to ogle them since he got home. Off to the side he sat down and began to pull furiously at his long staff as he stared. My outfit allowed them to peek out as the fabric shifted and the effect was intoxicating for Kein. It was hard not tough at his exuberance.


    I wanted Damien’s wrap off and his cock exposed, he obeyed without question, throwing the fabric to Evan. Damien’s powerful form almost vibrated as he waited for me to start. He wanted to feel this.


    Ever so slowly, I walked around Damien and took in the entire expanse of him I was presented with. The lead Brother was arge man, but morepact than Bane. The firm muscles in his back spoke to a life lived with a sword in his hand. Faint marks crossed his own natural stripes, were evidence of discipline at thepound. That had never been delivered like this would be, though. I took in his beautiful form and brought my makeshift flogger down on his back.