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  “We’re going to give you everything you need, Becca,” the light twin promised. “Just relax and let us take you where you need to go. Relax and let us love you.”

  Becca could do nothing else. Feeling helpless and hot and filled to the hilt, she let herself relax between them. Though they didn’t say a word to each other, they seemed to know exactly what to do. As one, they both began the long, slow, erotic slide out of her body.

  Becca tensed, fearing to lose them, not wanting to feel so empty inside. But again, as if by mutual consent, Far and Truth both surged forward again, bottoming out inside her again and making Becca moan with unexpected pleasure.

  “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, God, yes.” She could feel both shafts moving inside her, thrusting in tandem to fill and penetrate her, opening her up. It was the most incredible feeling she’d ever had and it just went on and on and on.

  “Gently, Rebecca,” Truth ground out and she could tell he was holding himself back with an effort. “Just try to be open to us and we will go gently.”

  “Truth is right,” Far panted in her ear. “Just open yourself and we swear not to hurt you. But now we need to move more quickly.”

  “Do…do what you have to do,” Becca whispered breathlessly.

  “What we need is to fuck you and come in you, Rebecca,” Truth growled. “Can you handle that? Can you be open enough to take our cum deep in your pussy and ass?”

  “Yes.” Becca kissed him and then turned her head to kiss Far as well. “It…it’s what I want, too. And it’s all right—I trust you. Both of you.”

  “Thank you, mi’now, that means a lot to us,” Far murmured. Then he looked at Truth. “Come, Brother—let us share our lady as she was meant to be shared. Let us make love to her together and fill her with our seed.”

  “Yes. Yes.” The dark twin’s voice was a low, hungry growl. “Yes, Brother—now.”

  Becca didn’t know how long the encounter lasted. It seemed to go on and on with the drive and pull of both thick shafts filling and fucking her, sliding deeply into her pussy and ass over and over again until she thought she would die of pleasure.

  Though she knew she was supposed to wait, she couldn’t help herself and came several times as her men fucked her. The pleasure was simply too intense to bear and it overwhelmed her as she gave herself to Truth and Far.

  The second time the pleasure overcame her, she felt Truth tense.

  “It’s too much,” he ground out, his face filled with need. “The feel of your sweet pussy clenching around me…Gods, Rebecca, I want this to last but I cannot hold out much longer.”

  “I feel the same way, Brother,” Far said, his deep voice strained. “Feeling our lady’s pleasure is pushing me to the brink.”

  “Then…then finish,” Becca told them, moaning as they pulled out and thrust back into her in tandem. “Fill me up, boys. I…I want you to.”

  Her invitation to let go seemed to be all Truth and Far needed. With a low groan from Far and a muttered curse from Truth, she felt the two of them surge up into her with a final, deep thrust. And then both thick shafts were pulsing within her, filling her with their hot seed, finding the completion both men needed so badly.

  With a cry of total surrender, Becca felt herself coming to completion one last time herself.

  And as she did, she felt something change within her.

  There was an internal shifting—not in her body but in her mind. Becca didn’t know what it was and she couldn’t put her finger on it but she felt different somehow.

  Changed.

  Don’t be silly, she told herself uneasily. How could you possibly be changed just from…from doing what you just did? Everything is fine and now maybe you can project a door and get out of here. So just chill out, Becca.

  She was still trying to catch her breath—they all were—and there was silence except for their heavy breathing. Suddenly Truth spoke.

  “What is happening? Why do I feel so strange. So…different?”

  “I feel it too,” Far murmured. “I feel…complete.” He put a hand to his chest and looked at Truth. “It’s almost like…”

  “Like an emptiness inside has been filled.” The dark twin looked at him in wonder. “I feel it too, brother. And…I feel your joy in it.” He frowned. “How can I feel that?”

  “I don’t know but I feel guilt coming from Becca,” Far continued as Becca turned her head to look at him. “And maybe…some fear?”

  “I feel that too,” Truth said, frowning. But also…hopefulness. A hope that is not my own.” He looked at Far. “Is it you, Brother? Are you hoping that now we have shared Rebecca more fully I will come to the conclusion that the three of us should be together forever?”

  “The thought did cross my mind,” Far admitted. “But how did you know that? How can you feel my emotions? Did the pleasure we shared change us somehow?”

  “If it did then it changed me too. How are we doing this?” Becca was beginning to feel frightened. “I don’t understand. I know that when the two of you get closer together you’re supposed to be able to pick up on each other's emotions and physical sensations. But why am I feeling what the two of you are feeling too?”

  “I don’t know.” Far stroked her hair.

  “Does it distress you?” Truth sounded worried and more than that, she could feel his worry for her as well as Far’s desire to comfort her.

  In fact, she could feel everything—the hopefulness, joy, uncertainty… A torrent of emotions was flooding over her—washing through her like a river. Becca felt like a glass that had been poured too full and was about to overflow. Despite the mostly positive feelings, it was an overwhelming experience to suddenly be filled with feelings that weren’t her own.

  “I…I don’t understand,” she said, her voice slightly choked. “What is this and how…how do we make it stop?”

  “You don’t.”

  The new voice coming from the mist made all three of them jump. Becca felt a surge of guilt and panic that anyone else might see her like this—still doubly impaled by her men. Truth and Far obviously sensed her feelings—they leaned inward instinctively, covering her nakedness from the intruder. Becca felt protected in the nest made by their bodies but she was still freaking out.

  “Who spoke?” Truth demanded, scanning the swirling gray mist that surrounded the bed. “Show yourself!”

  “With pleasure, my dear Truth.” Suddenly the small, rotund form of Vashtar appeared before them. “Congratulations,” he said, smiling widely and blinking with all three eyes. “The fact that you’re feeling each other's emotions proves you’ve formed a bond—not a full one, of course, but enough of a bond to invoke the OneMind—the unity all triumvirates strive to achieve.”

  Becca felt another surge of panic. “What—you mean like a partial bond? Isn’t that supposed to be bad?” she asked, trying frantically to remember what Kat has said about it.

  “And how is it even possible for us to feel emotions like this?” Truth demanded. “It is not like we actually did…what we just did. We…we were in the Mindscape.”

  “Exactly!” Becca grasped the idea eagerly. “The Mindscape. So we didn’t really do anything to form any kind of a bond because we’re still just floating in the slime tanks. None of this counts.”

  “Oh, it counts, my dear,” Vashtar said gravely. “And the bond you have formed is very real. It is the Mindscape which holds no basis in reality.”

  “What? What do you mean?” Truth demanded.

  “He means that he’s been manipulating us from the start,” Far said, his voice quiet and deadly. He glared at Vashtar. “Isn’t that right?”

  “I’m afraid so, my dear Far.” The alien’s third eye blinked slowly. “I’ve been controlling your thoughts for hours—your thoughts but not your actions. Those you are entirely responsible for yourselves.”

  “Mother of God,” Becca whispered as his words began to sink in. “You mean to say that our physical bodies are not in tanks filled with nutrient