Page 20 of Warped

CHAPTER 19: BINX

W hile Rek and I change the bed sheets, Traven whips up some dinner for us. Filet mignon with smoked gouda potatoes au gratin and buttered green beans. It smells so good, I can barely keep from drooling. Then again, I haven’t had anything in my stomach since breakfast.

Okay, that’s not technically true.

I haven’t had any food in my stomach. Let’s just say that.

We decide to enjoy our dinner on the freshly-made bed, using hovering trays designed especially for that purpose. It’s a slightly precarious proposition, considering how rowdy the warpers tend to get whenever they’re in bed with me, but after a long day of pretty much nonstop sex, it seems like I’ve managed to drain most of their frustration.

They’ve managed to quell my own urges too.

At least for the time being.

Once we’re settled in, Rek turns the wall imagers to movie-mode so we can enjoy some old-school cinema while we eat. After a bit of discussion, we decide to go with Traven’s favorite, John Wick —a film which he’s seen so many times, he can recite every line by heart. I can’t help but smile at how much he gets into it. The grumpy warper literally cheers the hero on as he blows away the bad guys. He even gets a little choked up at a few parts.

I definitely wasn’t expecting that .

After the movie is over, the three of us snuggle into the nest of pillows that Rek has stacked behind us. We’re all feeling a bit lazy after such a big meal, so we decide to watch another film. Traven is scrolling through the long list of titles, when a blinking red icon at the top of the screen catches all of our attentions.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Don’t know,” Rek says, though his smirk suggests otherwise. “Let’s find out. Nomad , open notifications…”

The blinking icon expands, and the list of movie titles is replaced by what looks like an oversized image of a wedding invitation, complete with calligraphy, curlicues, and a whole lot of bling. The text reads:

You are Cordially Invited

to the Bonding Ritual of

Pippin and Judo

to their Warpmate

Elaine Casca.

Below the invitation are three options: Attend. Watch. Decline.

“Damn,” Traven says. “I forgot all about that. When is it?”

“It’s about to start right now,” Rek answers. “That’s why the notification popped up. I set a reminder.”

“Well shit. Guess we won’t be attending.”

“Nope,” says Rek. “But we can watch .”

Traven smiles and shakes his head.

“I can’t believe Pippin and Judo are finally settling down.”

“Yeah,” Rek says and chuckles. “But the right kind of woman will do that to a warper.”

He’s looking directly at me when he says it.

Now I’ve done my fair share of blushing over the past few days, but this time it feels as if my whole face might spontaneously combust from all the heat rushing into my cheeks. I quickly look away and try my best not to sound flustered. I’m pretty sure I fail miserably.

“Are, um, Pippen and Judo friends of yours?” I ask.

Rek nods. “We used to work together as crew members on a big corporate Warpfreighter before we all went into business for ourselves. We still make it a point to get together and hang out at least once a cycle though.”

“And now they’re getting married?” I ask. “To a woman, I mean?”

“I guess you could call it that,” Rek says. “Though it’s a little different. A lot of marriages end in divorce, but a bond between Warpmates is always permanent. It’s a bond that can never be broken.”

“Also,” Traven interjects, “the ceremony is a bit different from a traditional planet-lubber wedding.”

“How so?”

He gives me a wicked look.

“I could explain it to you… but maybe it would be better if you just saw it for yourself.”

“Um, okay?”

“ Nomad ,” Rek says. “Select Option Two, please. We’re gonna watch.”

I have to admit, the idea of watching what is basically someone else’s wedding video is not exactly at the top of my list for fun things to do tonight. Still, the people getting married are friends with Rek and Traven, so I decide to just go along with it and try my best not to seem bored.

Then the image appears on the screen, and my whole attitude changes.

It’s a live feed from some sort of auditorium, with a little circular stage surrounded on all sides by row upon row of elevated seats. Most of the seats are filled with blue-skinned warper mutants like Rek and Traven, along with human companions like myself. The angle of the camera makes it feel as if we are part of that audience, and I’m struck with the sudden feeling that Rek and Traven have brought me along as their shared date to their friends’ wedding. That idea gives me an excited flutter in my tummy.

Corny, I know, but don’t judge.

A mechanical sound snaps my attention back to the screen. In the center of the stage, two panels are sliding back, revealing a circular trap door in the floor. After a moment, a dark shape emerges from the opening. A round bed, much like the one I’m currently sharing with Traven and Rek. Once the bed is fully elevated, several spotlights snap on, bathing the mattress in light, and revealing a woman lying on top of it. I can only assume this is the woman mentioned in the invitation. Elaine. The bride.

Only she isn’t dressed in a bridal gown. As a matter of fact, her outfit looks better suited to a bondage session than a wedding. Lots of leather. Even more skin. I would never have the guts to wear something like that in front of an audience, but Elaine doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. Nor does she have any reason to be. She’s been blessed with a lot of curves, and the outfit shows them off to great advantage.

And is that a tinge of blue I see on her exposed skin? I guess this woman has been traveling through the Warp long enough for the mutation to begin.

My pulse jumps. I can feel it thumping deep in my throat. Without taking my eyes off the screen, I turn my head slightly toward Rek.

“Where are the, um, grooms?”

“Just keep watching, sweetheart. Just keep watching.”

As if answering my question, a gong rings three times, and two large figures make their way down to the stage, descending the slanted aisles running between the rows of seats. At first, they are little more than shadows, but as they near the spotlight drenching the bed, I’m able to get a better look at them. They are two massive, blue-skinned warpers. Their upper bodies are naked, showing off their powerful torsos and tattooed arms. Their lower bodies are clad in black leather pants so tight they look sprayed on.

If the sight of them brings a stiffness to my nipples and a wetness between my legs, it is only because they remind me of the two men with whom I am currently sharing my own bed. I don’t even have to touch Rek and Traven to know they are every bit as aroused as I am, but I do it anyway, just because. They touch me back, caressing my body through the vapor-thin silk robe I’m wearing.

On the screen, both warpers take off their pants, exposing their male arousal. The sight is met with murmurs of approval from the crowd. Meanwhile, Elaine offers a different kind of sound, at once needful and submissive. She rolls over onto all fours and licks her lips, obviously eager to let the men make use of her.

“I thought this was supposed to be a wedding,” I whisper, “not a public honeymoon.”

“Just watch,” Traven purrs softly as he toys with one of my nipples through the smooth fabric of my robe. “Just watch…”

So I do.

I watch as the two warpers undress their woman. I watch as they worship her with their fingers and their tongues. I watch as they mount her and share her for their pleasure, gently at first, then hard and deep. They use every part of her they can fit themselves inside of. Her mouth. Her hands. The cleavage between her breasts. But most of all, they use the holes between her legs. Both of them at the same time, one in front of her and one behind, their three bodies writhing as one. She begs them to come inside of her, and they grant her wish, and after they are finished, they prove it to the audience by spreading her legs wide so everyone can see their sticky white seed leaking out. Then they start again, using their own cum as lubrication.

It is during this second round of sharing that a realization hits me. It happens while the woman is riding one of her mates while the other takes her from behind. Her upright position allows me to notice the subtle roundness of her belly, the extra fullness of her breasts, and that ineffable glow that suffuses her skin.

This isn’t just a wedding that I’m watching; it’s a shotgun wedding.

Elaine is preggers.

It’s not really a shotgun wedding, of course. There are no grumpy in-laws coercing these lovebirds into wedlock. Elaine and her two warper mates are doing this of their own free will. But they didn’t wait until they had tied the knot to start making babies. At some point in the past few months, either intentionally or by accident, Elaine got knocked up by one of her guys. And she got that way from doing the same things I’ve been doing with Traven and Rek.

That realization unleashes an entire army of butterflies in my stomach. My heart beats faster, and my skin prickles with goosebumps.

It’s not that I’m worried about getting pregnant on this trip. My birth control patch is still latched firmly onto my shoulder. It’s just that, until now, I haven’t even thought about the possibility of pregnancy. I mean really thought about it.

But I’m thinking about it now, and it’s turning me on in ways I never could have anticipated.

“Rek,” I whisper. “Traven…”

“Yeah?” Rek answers. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Traven doesn’t say anything, but he presses in against me, and he slips his hand inside my robe to touch me skin-on-skin. I whimper softly and bite my lip, unwilling to unleash the shameful words that are welling up inside me.

Rek catches my chin and nudges my face toward his.

“Well?” he says.

“Nothing,” I mumble, too embarrassed to give voice to my desire.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says. “You can tell us what’s on your mind, Binx. You’re safe with us.”

I’m not one hundred percent certain that’s true, especially with Traven involved, but it doesn’t matter. The urges inside me are growing stronger with every contraction of my heart, and they’re threatening to overwhelm the shame that is holding them inside.

“I… I want to play a game,” I whisper.

I flush with embarrassment at how childish and silly that sounds, but the game I have in mind isn’t childish at all. It’s making me hot and wet just thinking about it.

“What kind of game?” Rek asks.

My lips tremble with uncertainty. I really shouldn’t say it, but I have to.

“Like, um, role-playing,” I say.

That isn’t really accurate, though. What I have in mind isn’t role-playing. I’ll still be me, Rek will still be Rek, and Traven will still be Traven. We’ll just be playing make believe. Pretending to do something hot and dirty and beautiful.

“Go on,” Rek urges, his voice gentle but firm.

I hesitate a moment longer, then the words come pouring out of me in a rush…

“ I want to pretend we’re making a baby! ”