The Outcasts Duet

The Outcasts Duet

Marteeka Karland

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Table of Contents

The Outcasts Duet

Mating the Triad (The Outcasts 1)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

The Triad’s Pet (The Outcasts 2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Marteeka Karland

The Outcasts Duet

Marteeka Karland

In a dark futuristic Earth, the Triad must take a mate. But their pet has other ideas…

Mating the Triad (The Outcasts 1): Exiled to the Outlands, Mia’s sheer viciousness in defending herself catches the notice of one of the most powerful triads in the Outlands. Not one to simply be taken care of, Mia refuses to be treated as anything other than an equal -- even in times of battle. How can she prove to three powerful warriors she’s not only the one for them, but an asset in every aspect of their lives?

The Triad’s Pet (The Outcasts 2): The only reason Arryn’s allowed to continue to live in the village is because of her exceptional talents in both healing and engineering. When danger is deliberately brought into their midst, it’s up to Arryn to direct her men. But how can a pet convince three stubborn warriors to trust in her unique abilities?

Mating the Triad (The Outcasts 1)

Marteeka Karland

A Thief On The Run…

Exiled to the Outlands, Mia struggles to find shelter, food, and safety. Her aggressive style of survival is what got her kicked out of the city in the first place, but in the Outlands, it means the difference between life and a very cruel death.

A Triad In Need Of A Mate…

Mia’s sheer viciousness in defending herself catches the notice of one of the most powerful triads in the Outlands. Not only do they covet her body, but they’re eager to tame the little hellcat. At least, that’s what Mia believes.

How Can Such A Strong Woman Submit?

Not one to simply be taken care of, Mia refuses to be treated as anything other than an equal -- even in times of battle. How can she prove to three powerful warriors she’s not only the one for them, but an asset in every aspect of their lives?

Chapter One

Mia Cook. For the crime of theft from a noble house, your punishment is banishment to the Outlands. The pious judge looked down at me from his throne. With a sneer, I spat in his general direction, expecting to get backhanded by one of several guards surrounding the dais. When nothing happened, I did it again for good measure. The judges always looked at us lowborns with contempt and superiority. I wanted to do some real lawbreaking. Like ripping off the guy’s nuts. With my teeth.

I didn’t resist when two guards dragged me to the center of the great room where court was held daily. Once an accused had been judged guilty, he or she stood in the ceremonial circle for all to see. Maybe it was me, but it seemed like they were just looking for reasons to banish any lowborns in the city. My crime? I’d stolen a bowl of bread. Granted, it wasn’t just any bowl of bread -- it was spoonbread. A Kentucky Outback delight. At least it had been back in the day. Earth hadn’t always been so medieval. There had been a time when whole festivals were dedicated to Kentucky spoonbread. Now, a dish like that was a delicacy, available only to the wealthy. Nobles. It was also my very favorite thing in the whole goddamned city.

Spoonbread is a wet bread dish made of cornmeal. You bake it, serve it with real butter, and eat it with a spoon. Like a pudding or custard, only not hardly as moist. In my opinion, the punishment was worth getting to eat the entire bowl -- which I had, fighting for the last spoonful after I’d been caught. Especially since it had been a couple of days since I’d had anything to eat. I knew when I stole it what my punishment would be if I were caught. But, honestly, you should try this shit. It’s worth the ordeal.

Which means the damned guards got to parade me through the whole of the middle- and low-born sections. Naked. After my little spat with the judge, I doubted I could conjure enough sympathy to get one of them to cover me with a cape until we got to the gate.

You will be sent forth into the wildness beyond the walls of our hallowed city. Such is the way of all heathens. May the Heavenly Father in all his wisdom give you what you deserve in the Outland where He punishes all heathens.

As the bastard spoke, the guards stripped the clothing from my body. When my outfit proved too difficult to remove easily, they simply cut the material, throwing everything into a great fire pit next to the circle. There was no way I could simply snag something on the way out to cover myself.

Just to be contrary, I stood proud, refusing to cover myself with my arms. Lifting my chin, I looked into the eyes of the man who’d passed judgment on me. He was old. Like really old. Thin hanks of long gray hair hung all over his head. His look was kind of comical since he was balding in places. If he’d been intelligent, he’d have cut it neatly, or simply shaved the shit off. What hair he had did little to cover the age-spotted skin. I knew my fucking with him was working when a most unbecoming blush splotched his already splotchy skin. Am I a bitch for loving the fact that he was old, ugly, and probably couldn’t get it up long enough to enjoy a woman? Probably a good thing. He was the kind of man to take advantage of his position.

As if he’d heard my thoughts, the judge leaned forward in his chair behind his desk. The little bitch still has no respect for her betters. Why not show the little thief what she’s in for? Show her what happens to thieves who don’t learn their place. An evil smile should have graced his less-than-perfect features, but, of course, the little bastard kept his pious expression firmly intact. How he managed that when he’d just ordered his guards to rape me was beyond my understanding.

I will kill you, I bit out.

He sat back, a small smile on his face. I imagine you will. At least, in your dreams, between bouts of torture.

One of the guards sneered, looking as if he’d been hoping for this development. A second guard muscled his way around the first one, growling a little. He was the clear Alpha there. No one challenged him as he took his place next to me, gripping my upper arm tightly. Obviously, he intended to be the one to carry out my extra punishment.

Fucker.

He was thickly muscled and stood over a head taller than me. His battle-scarred face seemed to match his body, if his heavily muscled arms were any indications. Scars crisscrossed his skin as if he had taken many blows. By not covering them as most men did, he signaled he was proud of his badges of honor. None in the guard challenged him. At present anyway.

As the guy pulled me closer to him, he whispered, I’ll make this pleasurable for you if you’ll not fight. If you do, one of the others will challenge me. If they manage to take you, they won’t even try to be gentle, let alone give you pleasure.

So it’s either fight and get hurt or submit and not get hurt. Either way, I’m fucked. Literally.

He fisted my hair, tilting my head back so I had to look up at him, then whispered for my ears alone even as he bared his teeth menacingly. His actions and expressions seemed more for the surrounding crowd -- and the judge -- than anything else. Despite the rough handling, he didn’t really hurt me. You’re strong. You fought well when they took you. If I hadn’t been there, you might even have escaped.

I remembered the bastard now. He had indeed been the one to capture me, wrapping his big, brawny arms around my slim body and squeezing until they were like a boa constrictor around me. Still, I’d fought until I’d passed out from lack of oxygen.

You might fight them off again, but they’re not alone this time. If you can brave this with me, I’ll see to it you have some place to go in the Outlands. It may well be a hard life, but it will be life. If you’re good at sex, it can be very profitable.

Great, I said sarcastically. I’m going from a thief to a whore.

Better than from a thief to dead, he bit out, clearly losing patience with me. Consider this a test. Pass, and you will be rewarded. Fail, and the Outlands can have you. No simpering female can survive out there.

Fine, I said, but if you’re lying to me, know that I will find a way to come back and cut out your balls.

He grunted in acknowledgement before turning me away from him so that his chest was at my back. I believe you, little warrior. He gripped my shoulders, yanking me back against him. His cock pressed against my lower back through his trousers. Impressive size…

You know he’s only doing this because he can’t get it up himself. Right? I wasn’t quiet with my jab, sneering at the judge as I spoke. If the increasing redness to his face and head was any indication, he’d definitely heard me. Well, that and the indignant sounding spluttering he made.

Just so, the guard said at my ear. Why not show him what he’s missing? We’ll both get pleasure, he’ll be filled with longing and embarrassment, and you’ll get to live.

How do I know you’re not just looking for a quick fuck before you turn me out on my own?

You don’t, he said, his grip on me tightening. Even if I am, why not take a few minutes of pleasure before what could be your death? His big hands held me fast as he grazed his mouth down the side of my throat, nipping for good measure, making me yelp in surprise.

I can probably manage that, I said. Did my voice sound a little breathless? Glancing down, I watched in fascination as my nipples puckered to tight peaks. Had I been so overwhelmed deep inside that I’d missed when this whole situation turned erotic? Or was it this guard’s touch making me lose my sanity? I should be fighting him, but what he’d said made a certain sick kind of sense. Besides, everyone knew the Outlands had spies inside the city. If they sent negative information about the new exile, I’d be fair game. Probably would be anyway. But if word got out I was smart enough to pick my battles and to turn what was clearly supposed to be a punishment into an unexpected perk, they might think twice before fucking with me.

Deciding to live in the moment, I relaxed, molding my body into the big man at my back. He grunted his approval before sliding his hands to my hips and up my body to cup my breasts. I moaned and arched into him, giving my breasts a little back-and-forth shake to rub them over his palms.

He sucked in a breath. Witch, he bit out before pinching my nipples and tugging them a bit roughly.

I cried out, letting my head fall against his chest and closing my eyes. I tried to pretend it was only the two of us there, but the sounds of the gathering crowd made that impossible. Besides, I found the extra stimulation more than a little arousing.

With my eyes closed, it seemed like I could hear every conversation going on around me. Even over the animalistic growls and groans of the guards, I could hear people expressing their lust over my body. Wanting this man to fuck me hard. Wanting to watch as he pounded his length into me. A few even tried to worm their way closer, telling him they’d help teach me a lesson.

Come on, Dak, one said. It will be worse on her if we both fuck her.

Dak only growled. I imagined him baring his teeth. He pulled me closer as if to say, Mine! Back the fuck off!

I’ll punish her as I see fit, Dak said, giving my nipples another firm tug. If I need help, it will be from someone I know can get the job done.

Intense male!

I couldn’t help giving a little smirk. Why I trusted this Dak -- especially given the fact he was the main reason for my current situation -- was beyond me. I knew he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want -- or couldn’t convince me to try. Couple that with how sexy I found dominant, Alpha males, and I was a bit more reckless than I should have been.

Sounds like Dak knows what he’s about, I purred. I doubt a little man like you could handle me anyway.

The other man wasn’t exactly little. He was only slightly smaller than Dak in height and musculature, but I knew the barb would get an aggressive reaction from both men.

Dak’s hand flew to my throat, his grip punishing, all but cutting off my air. Still, I only grinned. Watch your tongue! he snarled, or I’ll let them all fuck you!

I thrust my bare tits out as if to display them now that he wasn’t covering them with those rough hands. I even rolled my hips, drawing attention to my bared sex. I knew my dark curls glistened with my arousal. I wondered how wet Dak had me, and if everyone watching could see how much this turned me on.

With another growl, Dak abandoned my breast and cupped my pussy possessively. His fingers delved between my lips to find the dip of my entrance and teased me. My aching clit rubbed against his hand, and I cried out at the sensation. My hands flew to his thick wrist where his hand still circled my throat. He loosened his grip, but didn’t release me. Which delighted me. I loved this show of dominion over me! Was I losing my mind completely? Shouldn’t I be showing strength? Fighting him at least a little?

I thrust my hips at Dak’s fingers, taking them just inside my cunt. He snarled, his grip on my throat tightening once again. Seeming to catch himself, he relaxed his fingers, but his breath came in harsh rasps, as if he were on the verge of losing all control. Dak’s cock was a pulsing thing at my back, growing even larger. He was going to fuck me with it soon. At the thought, I grew wetter in a rush.

Greedy little female, he growled. She wants my dick in here, I’ll wager.

I did. Instead of answering, I moved my hips with little snaps, fucking myself with his fingers. His grunt of approval was my permission to continue. The voices around us grew louder, but I couldn’t process them. The only thing that mattered was his fingers so deep in my pussy. The heel of his hand continued to put much-needed friction on my clit.

So fucking close… I whispered.

With a yell, he pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and yearning. Noooo! I wailed.

He let me go, so I spun around just in time to see him rip his shirt off, revealing more of that muscled, scarred torso. I couldn’t help myself. My hands darted out, my nails sinking into his skin as I explored all that muscled expanse.

Wicked thief, he bit out. Release my cock.

I did. Unlacing his trousers, I shoved them down his hips, freeing that huge dick. I’d just registered his size when he fisted my hair in his hands, forcing me to my knees in front of him. His intent was clear. Too far gone at this point to even think about resisting, I opened my mouth, sucking him deep without preamble.

Fuck! Dak roared. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes were closed in bliss, his face turned skyward as if looking to the heavens for whatever deity had blessed him with this pleasure. His cock pulsed in my mouth, leaking little salty drops of pre-come with every pull. Muscles rippled and flexed, that intriguing Adonis belt making me wet just looking at it. I nuzzled the crisp hair below his navel before engulfing his cock once again. God, the man was magnificent! I gripped his strong thighs, the hair dusting them abrading my palms deliciously. I wanted his rough body wrapped around mine as he fucked me to oblivion. Probably wouldn’t happen like that, but he would be fucking me with this magnificent cock. Soon.

While I continued to suck, he tossed his shirt to another guard, grating, Tie her hands behind her back. It’s time to fuck this little thief before she’s given to the Outlands.

A whimper escaped from me as the other guard bound my hands. Though I continued to suck Dak’s cock greedily, I was anticipating the coming display and my own pleasure. How would he take me? Doubtless from behind. Would he bend me over or take me standing upright so everyone could see my body quivering for him? Would he come inside me?

Instead of immediately taking charge of me, he let me continue to suck him. I took him as deep as I could, fucking him with my mouth as I desperately wanted him to do to my pussy. Not likely he would, though. He’d said he’d give me pleasure, but I seriously doubt he’d offer to do so with his mouth. After I’d wrung several more startled yells from him, Dak lifted me by my upper arms. I thought he’d spin me around and plunge ruthlessly into me; however, he knelt before me.

Steady her, he growled to the guard. Another warm torso pressed against my back, large hands going around me to cover my tits once again. Dak frowned up at the man, but said nothing. Another grunt, and he’d lifted my leg over his shoulder. There was a moment for me to process what he was about to do before his head darted between my legs.

I screamed when his tongue flicked my clit. Screamed again when it thrust into my opening. Had the other guard not been behind me, I’d have fallen. No doubt about that. As it was, my leg buckled. Fortunately, the burly guard had no trouble supporting my slight weight.

So fucking hot, he muttered at my ear. I want a turn, Dak, he rumbled.

Do as I say! Dak snarled back. Do not let her fall! If I have to stop my feast because of your clumsy handling I’ll castrate you on the fucking spot! The intensity in his voiced said Dak wasn’t kidding.

The other guard simply grinned back, apparently not intimidated by Dak, but not defiant either. I’m not sure you’ve ever volunteered to punish an outcast before.

She has fire, Dak said. I want a taste of it before the Outlands consume her.

I can see the appeal, the guard murmured. I’ll wager her nipples are as spicy as fireberries.

How was I supposed to appreciate the danger to follow when the pleasure now was so great? I didn’t really want to be the meat in this sandwich, but I might not protest if Dak suggested it. The guard’s running dialogue kept me on the edge without seeming threatening. I was in danger. I knew this. Yet I couldn’t seem to find it in me to fight. Just like Dak had said, if I was going to die after this, I’d at least have pleasure before I met my fate.

Throwing caution to the wind, I raised my other leg to curl around Dak’s neck. Instead of being put out with me, however, he simply stood, gripping my ass as he continued to eat me. Ragged snarls came from between my legs as he shook his head violently, burying himself deeper in against my cunt. I screamed, humping against his mouth, needing more of his wicked kiss, needing to come so badly I was nearly sobbing. Dak smacked my ass, digging his fingers into the fleshy globes. Then again. Finally, he untangled my legs and set me on the ground.

Spinning me around, Dak kicked my legs apart. He’d threaded one of his arms behind mine, pulling me up against him with all the leverage on my body he wanted. His big dick bobbed between my legs, smacking my clit with his every movement. Was he going to fuck me now? My breath stuttered at the thought. I glanced down. That big cock slid between my legs, glistening from my moisture as Dak moved back and forth through my swollen lips.

Ah, God! I hadn’t meant to scream, but there it was. I wanted this. Desperately.

The little thief is hot-blooded, Dak observed, sounding a bit more in control than he had been when eating my cunt. Consider this a taste of what’s to come. Assuming you survive long enough out there for it to happen again. With that, he rammed his cock inside me in one brutal thrust.

I cried out in both pain and pleasure. The pain was fleeting and only magnified the pleasure. Dak’s strokes were long and brutal. Our flesh slapped together in a loud staccato rhythm even over my cries. He used his hold on my arms to pull me into his thrusts, fucking me that much harder. With each surge inside me, his dick hit the top of my sex, the sensation so intense I knew I’d never last long. I needed this orgasm. I wanted to grab hold of him, but with my hands bound it was impossible. There was no way I wanted him to go without finishing me. One of his arms circled my upper arms, the other my forearms, giving him leverage he needed to fuck me hard. I needed more.

That’s it, little thief, he whispered at my ear. Show these fucks how passionate and wanton you are. Show them how good you fuck. Show them what they’ll never have.

Why was he encouraging me? Wouldn’t this simply invite others to take what he was taking? Not that it mattered. I was too far gone to restrain myself. I pushed back against him as much as I was able, screaming, Harder! Fuck me harder!

With a brutal roar, Dak pistoned inside me, indeed giving me the fucking I’d asked for. My tits bounced hard. My backside would doubtless be red where his body slapped against it. I would definitely go to the Outlands with his marks all over my body.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and ride him out, rough hands gripped my hips. My eyes snapped open, and my gaze focused on the man kneeling in front of me. This must have been the guard who’d tied me. The one who’d talked filth to me as he held me while Dak ate his fill.

Digging his fingers into my flesh, the guard gave me a wicked grin as he found my clit with his tongue. Instantly, my orgasm detonated. I heard myself scream, but the roaring in my ears prevented clarity of anything else around me. I tried to thrash, to slam myself back onto Dak’s cock even more forcefully, but the guardsman’s grip prevented it. With rapid flicks of the man’s tongue on my clit, my orgasm seemed to go on and on, the intensity of it rocking me to my core. Dak gave a bellow just as the guard pulled back. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees before Dak, his big cock shooting jet after scorching jet of cum over my tits, the guardsman having maneuvered me where I needed to be. When Dak roared his release, the other man released my hands as a creamy line splashed my chin. I scooped it up with my forefinger, sticking the digit in my mouth even as I reached for Dak’s cock with my other hand.

Not waiting for an invitation, I engulfed his still-spurting cock, swallowing the remainder of his creamy cum as it jumped from him. Dak shuddered in my grasp, making me feel powerful even though I was the one naked on my knees in front of him, waiting to be exiled to the Outlands. He’d been right. I was glad I’d gotten to have this pleasure before what might be impending doom. Because I was still lust-high, I knew I couldn’t fully appreciate the extent of the danger awaiting me,