father that he could be useful and promptly repaired his body, starting the healing in his soul.
The rest of the collection of brothers had come after, but Josu had been the first and the most grateful for the hand extended to him in friendship when there was no reason for it to be offered. His loyalty had been bought in that moment.
Under the water, his body relaxed. The fire that had coursed through him ebbed. Without a doubt, the furious arousal was tied to their guest and it would be a good idea for him to go and check on her before his brothers tore her to pieces or fucked her into oblivion.
* * * *
Being surrounded was unnerving. Six huge males, all different races but with something peculiar in common, they were Regens. Regenerated bodies of warriors who had been designed for nothing but battle.
Skeeter knew the stories. The men died in battle and were cloned into a cybernetically enhanced force. No records of the Regens remained. It was illegal to craft them in the first place, let alone use them to fight wars.
To see six in one place with obviously different parent donors was amazing and to have them all looking at her with unrelieved hunger was rather unnerving.
"Um, hello. Did I run over any plants that you favour?"
A rumble so low that she could barely hear it asked, "Do you require any medical assistance?"
"Um, no. I think I am fine. I just need to rest. It was not a good landing." She stretched and jerked as the men took all of her bags and supplies from her.
"I believe that you should be examined. Come this way."
She squeaked in shock as one lifted her in his arms and headed west. "Where are you taking me?"
"To the hunting lodge. There is a medical facility there."
His voice thrummed through her and she could feel her heat spilling through her veins. Even through her armour, she could feel the hard planes of muscle pressed against her, it wasn't having a calming effect on her systems.
For the last three months, she had fought her heat at every opportunity. The pheromone phase was her body's desperation to get a man between her thighs. Now, six helpful strangers surrounded her and she couldn't guess how long it would take before they fought each other to have her.
Regens were said to have strange properties, but with their amount of biological material, she suspected that they were just as susceptible as any other males she had run across. It just might take a little longer for them to go insane with lust.
" That is the hunting lodge?" She blinked in shock as the huge edifice rose from behind one of the many hills.
"The hunting lodge of the Overlord of Priznik. He has ordered us to enjoy it for recreation."
She nodded as if it made sense, but soon, she was inside the luxuriously appointed building and sitting within the small medical centre.
The men with her bags disappeared, leaving her with the one holding her. She got up the nerve to ask, "What is your name?"
"Razer. I am the medical tech. Each of us has a speciality that made us useful on the Dust Up."
"What was the Dust Up?"
"The ship that the Neerings owned. They rescued and repaired us and made us useful again." He was preparing scanners and when he was done, he turned to her. "I will need you to remove your clothing. This equipment does not work through armour."
She blushed and tried to scoot off the exam bed. "I am sure I am fine."
"I am sure that you suffered damage. I am the medical professional, so please disrobe."
Razer wasn't going to let her ignore him, nor would she make it past the huge, muscled bulk while she was still dizzy. With shaking hands, she pulled off her armour.
The plates made a clash of sound as they hit the floor and an audience was forming in the doorway. Drawing on the experience of changing clothing in the public quarters during her basic training, she buckled down her shyness and took off every metal plate and tab that she had on.
Razer tried to run the scanner over her torso but it made an unpleasant
The rest of the collection of brothers had come after, but Josu had been the first and the most grateful for the hand extended to him in friendship when there was no reason for it to be offered. His loyalty had been bought in that moment.
Under the water, his body relaxed. The fire that had coursed through him ebbed. Without a doubt, the furious arousal was tied to their guest and it would be a good idea for him to go and check on her before his brothers tore her to pieces or fucked her into oblivion.
* * * *
Being surrounded was unnerving. Six huge males, all different races but with something peculiar in common, they were Regens. Regenerated bodies of warriors who had been designed for nothing but battle.
Skeeter knew the stories. The men died in battle and were cloned into a cybernetically enhanced force. No records of the Regens remained. It was illegal to craft them in the first place, let alone use them to fight wars.
To see six in one place with obviously different parent donors was amazing and to have them all looking at her with unrelieved hunger was rather unnerving.
"Um, hello. Did I run over any plants that you favour?"
A rumble so low that she could barely hear it asked, "Do you require any medical assistance?"
"Um, no. I think I am fine. I just need to rest. It was not a good landing." She stretched and jerked as the men took all of her bags and supplies from her.
"I believe that you should be examined. Come this way."
She squeaked in shock as one lifted her in his arms and headed west. "Where are you taking me?"
"To the hunting lodge. There is a medical facility there."
His voice thrummed through her and she could feel her heat spilling through her veins. Even through her armour, she could feel the hard planes of muscle pressed against her, it wasn't having a calming effect on her systems.
For the last three months, she had fought her heat at every opportunity. The pheromone phase was her body's desperation to get a man between her thighs. Now, six helpful strangers surrounded her and she couldn't guess how long it would take before they fought each other to have her.
Regens were said to have strange properties, but with their amount of biological material, she suspected that they were just as susceptible as any other males she had run across. It just might take a little longer for them to go insane with lust.
" That is the hunting lodge?" She blinked in shock as the huge edifice rose from behind one of the many hills.
"The hunting lodge of the Overlord of Priznik. He has ordered us to enjoy it for recreation."
She nodded as if it made sense, but soon, she was inside the luxuriously appointed building and sitting within the small medical centre.
The men with her bags disappeared, leaving her with the one holding her. She got up the nerve to ask, "What is your name?"
"Razer. I am the medical tech. Each of us has a speciality that made us useful on the Dust Up."
"What was the Dust Up?"
"The ship that the Neerings owned. They rescued and repaired us and made us useful again." He was preparing scanners and when he was done, he turned to her. "I will need you to remove your clothing. This equipment does not work through armour."
She blushed and tried to scoot off the exam bed. "I am sure I am fine."
"I am sure that you suffered damage. I am the medical professional, so please disrobe."
Razer wasn't going to let her ignore him, nor would she make it past the huge, muscled bulk while she was still dizzy. With shaking hands, she pulled off her armour.
The plates made a clash of sound as they hit the floor and an audience was forming in the doorway. Drawing on the experience of changing clothing in the public quarters during her basic training, she buckled down her shyness and took off every metal plate and tab that she had on.
Razer tried to run the scanner over her torso but it made an unpleasant
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