Thursday, May 24, 2018

June 15, part 3

“You’re conscious? I’m impressed,” Cifa grinned. “Open your mouth for this stim tab.”

I obeyed, certain that wouldn’t bring me to life. All hail Kalquorian pharmaceuticals. Less than a minute later, I was awake once more.

I didn’t tell Cifa, but I worried Larten might have sapped me of all the amorous inclinations I’d had to give. I’d come fucking forever for my Nobek. Surely even my admittedly ridiculous libido would pack it in for the evening.

Ah, but I have a resourceful Imdiko. Perhaps he intuited my situation, because the first thing he took from the shelves was a jar of sensitizing gel. “Let’s keep you feeling excited,” he said, scooping a generous dollop onto his fingers and smearing it on my pussy.

For heaven’s sake, his touch alone sent happy thrills through me, even before the gel sank in. I am a nymphomaniac, at least where my clanmates are concerned.

Cifa rubbed some on my breasts as well, paying extra attention to my nipples. “There we go. Such pretty breasts and clit deserve to look their best. I have just the things.”

Another trip to the shelves rewarded him with weighted nipple clamps and a clit clip. I gazed at the jeweled adornments with valid concern.

Cifa squeezed one clamp open, settling it to circle my nipple. Before he tightened its grip, I was moaning. The gel had begun its work, making me vulnerable to the slightest pressure. Hurt stabbed into me as he set the tension, the weight of the sparkling multicolored stones hanging from the clamp adding a ferocious ache to the torment.

“So pretty,” my Imdiko sighed, tapping the dangling length of gems to make them swing. “You enjoy looking beautiful for me, don’t you, my Matara?”

It was his way of asking if I would submit to his wants. If I would allow him to push my surrender. Of course I would. Forever and ever.

“I’m yours,” I whimpered, despite the tiny shards of pain that continued to jab my breast. “What my Imdiko wants from me, he has.”

Cifa smiled and rewarded me with a kiss that warmed me to my toes. Then he placed a matching clamp on my other breast and watched with love shining in his eyes as I struggled with the pain without complaint.

More kisses, sweet and gentle but hot enough to have curled my toes if I could have moved them. Those kisses alone made me glad to give him anything he wanted. As did his whispered approval and vows of love.

He knelt before me, and pushed my legs apart to gaze at my vulnerable pussy. His thumb stroked over the clitoris clip, also weighted by dangling jewels. “So swollen from coming for our Nobek,” Cifa sighed, his gaze filled with pleasure. “This is going to be tight on you. Are you ready?”

I probably wasn’t, but I wanted to be. So I said, “Yes.”

The clip resembled a huge bobby pin without the ridges. Cifa pried the metal blades apart and slid the clip around my clit. It was tight all right, almost snug enough to hurt. When he put it on me, the first of the jewels dangling from the rounded end tapped against my clit. That got my attention.

Maybe Larten hadn’t taken everything after all.

“How lovely,” Cifa complimented. “So beautiful. You deserve a kiss.”

A kiss he delivered to my clit as he held the jewels out of the way. A kiss that involved sucking and rubbing my engorged flesh with his tongue. He didn’t relent until I was crying out with need, my poor pussy throbbing with want. It was as if Larten hadn’t already satisfied me to near unconsciousness.

Giving my slit and nice, slow lick to gather up the honey that coated it, Cifa left off the decadent attention. “Did you enjoy that? I believe I want something similar too.”

He stood and worked to rearrange my pose to his liking. His liking turned out to be my face on level with his groin, my body laid out horizontally so that the weighted jewels on my nipples and clit hung straight down towards the floor…a painful position made more so when he set the jewels to swinging.

Cifa sighed happily as he combed his fingers through my hair, gripping the sides of my head, holding me in place for his glistening primary. “Open, my Matara. Open that pretty mouth for my cock.”

Trembling with equal parts anticipation and hurt, I obeyed. Hot, slick flesh tasting of sweet cinnamon slid over my tongue, traveling all the way back, reaching into my throat. I swallowed, surrendering to my Imdiko’s desires.

He gazed down at me, his eyes glazing at the sight of himself buried to the groin, his secondary pressed hard beneath my jaw. His cock twitched as he paused, soaking in the moment. “Yes. The most beautiful mouth that has ever existed.”

His approval discouraged me from useless struggles as my lungs begged for air, as it wanted to gag against the choking pressure. I relaxed and accepted, my spirit singing at Cifa’s delight in me.

He drew out to the tip, allowing me to pull in a desperately needed breath. I forgot about the painful weights hanging from me until Cifa reached down to set them swinging once again. I whimpered small, hurt noises as his hips thrust shallowly, fucking my mouth.

Despite the darts of brilliant pain filling my breasts and the ache from my pussy, I delighted in the pulse of the vein against my tongue, in the enthralled expression Cifa wore as he pleasured himself with me. Besides, the clip on the shaft of my clit made it throb in tandem with my heartbeat, offering as much joy as pain. Things were confused, with the torment and bliss swirling so close together that their boundaries blurred.

Cifa pushed in deep once more, making me take his full length. Again, he held still, enjoying the feel of being utterly enclosed in wet warmth. Seconds spun out. My throat spasmed, trying to expel the invader. My eyes watered and streamed as instinct tried to make me struggle, though the field kept me from doing so.

“Good girl,” Cifa grunted, drawing out so I could breathe again. His cock spurted a taste of passion on my tongue, rewarding me for my efforts.

As Larten had, my Imdiko took his time with me, drawing out his bliss and my anticipation. I had no idea whether he would climax in my mouth, feeding me the entirety of his desire, or if he would fulfill himself in some other fashion. My existence became a glorious eternity of him setting the clamps’ weights swaying to provide exacting hurt that somehow enthralled as well. An eternity of his delicious shaft stroking against my tongue, filling my throat, granting me sweetish-salty drops of his lust.

I would have been content with that. My lips pursed around the tip of him when he at last drew out, trying my best to retain some claim on him. He chuckled and bent down to kiss me gently on my lips, swollen from his extended use.

“That’s my good girl. A little more testing and a nice fuck for you. All right?”

I whimpered a sound that was half-plea, half-hopefully. Yes and please. Yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

Leaving me hanging facedown, Cifa patted my head and stepped around, ending up between my legs.

I shivered with excitement to feel his primary nestle against my ass. It burrowed against me, seeking tight shelter. I moaned as the tapered tip nudged the taut ring open, pushing inside until its smaller twin began to find its own home inside my pussy.

Cifa paused then, leaning over me, blanketing me with his warmth. The tension in my muscles eased as his body heat sank into me. The moment of ease evaporated when he tugged on a jeweled clamp, sending a slice of riveting pain through my breast.

I yelped. At once, Cifa brushed my distended clit with a finger, setting off flashes of rapture. My cry twisted into eagerness.

Cifa tugged on the other clamp, setting off another ripple of torment as he pushed iron into my ass and pussy. I fought the field holding me then, the tangled sensations of desire and pain too poignant to stay still against. However, the stasis was uncompromising, reminding me yet again that I had no escape.

A stroke to my clit, a rush of exaltation. An additional inch of invasion, incredible pleasure. A tug on a nipple, burning, biting agony. Stroke. Thrust. Tug. Ecstasy. Penetration. Pain.

It began measured, one thing at a time. I swung from torment to delight, my arousal on a pendulum, unable to discern which way I would go. However, Cifa increased the pace, crowding the actions close, twining the sensations together, until at the end, he was playing all the notes at once.

Ecstasy. Infiltration. Throbbing. Coiling, the lines between each blurring, melding them into one. Three separate sensations, becoming a single, incredible feeling filling my sex, my stomach. Heavy, billowing, massive pleasure with spikes of pure bliss. The strikes of brightness came with more frequency as Cifa fucked me with a steady, delicious rhythm, playing with the weights and my clit. I got that incredible tickly feeling that lit me within.

“My Matara.” Cifa’s worshipful groan told me he felt what I did. Not just physically, but the joining of so much more, the parts of us that truly mattered. Hearts and souls, we were one. That was what mattered. The incredible sex was icing on the cake.

But such delectable icing it was.

We chased gratification, Cifa making every effort to bring me along with him on that sublime path. Our gasps rose in concert, our moans growing in length and volume with each thrust. The occasional “I love you,” bound us closer yet.

“Take me with you,” I sobbed as he closed on the end, the sounds of his moans higher in pitch as they always became when he was on the brink.

“Yes. Yes, come with me, my Shalia. Almost…almost there.”

The telltale burst of hottest excitement flared in my clit. “Just…just a little more. Just…another second…”

“Oh! Come, Shalia! Come now!”

White-noise roar in my ears. Whiter flash of light before my eyes. And blinding brilliance blasting me from within, a detonation that consumed us both in a roiling, heaving cataclysm. Then delectable, delightful waves of shared release, our voices mingling in a joyous chorus of love.

And afterward, Cifa proved my assessment of how our joining was more than mere sex, holding me, kissing me, caressing me in the afterglow, whispering his everlasting devotion and adoration.

I have to applaud Seot for his patience. Somehow, he intuited the emotional wave that had swamped us and allowed his sensitive Imdiko and weeping Matara to process the moment. He said nothing to hurry us along, to demand his equal time with his female mate. He is all a Dramok should be.

At last, Cifa remembered it wasn’t just he and I. He removed all the pretty decorations he’d placed on me and stepped away, though it was clear he hadn’t yet come down from all the sentiments filling his big heart. When he sat next to Larten, appearing overwhelmed, our Nobek held him, stroking his hair while Cifa got himself under control.

Meanwhile, Seot saw to settling me down, acting as if his engorged cocks weren’t bothering him in the least. He gave me some water and then juice, and wiped my tearstreaked face with a cool, damp cloth. Whew, it’s amazing what feelings can be released during sex sometimes. I’d been swept up after the day. Ha, after the last year and a half.

Little by little, I felt less of the overpowering impact of being a part of my clan, and more of the magical specialness of it. I smiled at Seot, grateful to him for being the man he was: strong, understanding, always putting his clanmates first.

“Better?” he asked.

“Until I get hit again by the full force of how lucky I am.”

He chuckled. “You and me, both. We have the best clanmates.”

“And your clanmates have the best Dramok.”

He kissed me for that. The kiss kept going, his body strong against mine, until my libido stirred yet again. But how could it not? I can’t imagine a day when Seot won’t make me eager.

As he kissed me, my Dramok stroked down to my buttocks, which stung in reminder of Larten’s discipline. That was no deterrent to the delight warming me once more. Seot rubbed me, his exciting hands fondling with slow sweeps up and down. In no hurry, he kissed me once, twice, a few more times, pausing between each to whisper how much he loved me, how wonderful I was, how beautiful I was…oh, all a woman wants to hear from the man she adores as he gazes into her eyes. His cocks curled hard between our bellies, but he rushed none of it. He made me feel as if I were the most cherished woman in the universe.

He ignored whatever call of lust he felt even when his attentions moved in that direction. He set me floating in the field on my back, raising me high so that my pussy was on level with his face. Seot continued his slow, sweet seduction by bestowing those gentle kisses on my womanhood. More romantic than carnal, he brought me to a simmer and held me there. Only when my sighs turned to whimpers did he go further, treating my pussy to drawn-out laps of his tongue.

Ah, that tongue, so rough and exciting despite the care he used. It rasped against me, bringing the inviting warmth inside to a blaze that left me trembling. Each exquisite nuance of that magnificent tongue lingered over each fold as it explored every crease. More incredible was when it dove into me, tasting me as deeply as it could go.

Seot settled his thumb on my clit and rubbed, sending new spikes of need through me. But it wasn’t just that…he’d slipped a vibrating sleeve over his thumb. It shivered to life, a gentle thrumming sensation to awaken all the cells of my being. I gasped his name.

Seot said nothing in return, continuing to fuck me with his tongue as he drew circles around my most responsive flesh. My hips fought to move, to put that vibrating sleeve where I needed it to be, to grind my pussy against my Dramok’s mouth. I thought that he would torment me forever, as Larten had.

But no…that was not Seot’s plan. Instead, as my cries grew louder and more desperate, he settled the pad against my swollen nub, letting it play against the most sensitive spot. Ecstasy swept in, and tender convulsions moved through me. A quiet, lazy orgasm, one I could ride with lucid enjoyment rather than being blasted out of my skull.

When the spasms began to quiet, Seot returned to drawing circles around my clit, still pumping his tongue in and out of me. He gave me a few minutes to recover and regain heightened desire once more before setting off another pleasant climax.

It was lovely to indulge in such serene satisfaction. Which do I prefer—full steam ahead, gonzo obliteration? Or this calm, quiet bliss that let me remain in the moment as waves of rapture ebbed and flowed?

I like both equally. They are perfect for different reasons.

Seot finally ended his feast. He lowered me and brought me to a sitting position in mid-air.

“I do love it when your eyes have that unfocused glaze,” Seot teased me. “It makes me feel as if I’ve done something right.”

“You have yet to do anything wrong,’ I sighed.

He kissed my lips again, chuckling as he did so. I tasted myself on him, and found the proof of what he’d done exhilarating. As we kissed, he positioned me, setting my entrance against his primary. He pulled me down.

But only a little, just enough that I’d captured the tip of him. What followed was a slow taking, as Cifa had done, except I was tugged onto Seot rather than him pushing into me.

Without clamps and weights to distract me, I was as aware of my Dramok’s cocks as I had been of his tongue when he’d used that on me. I felt the heat of him against the rim of my ass, the lips of my sex. His slickness mingled with mine, making it impossible to know which of the two of us was the wetter. The slow nudging of his cocks as their tapered ends gave way to more girth forced me to yield inch by inch. When he was more deeply within, I could feel the throb of his pulse inside me. Our slow joining was profound in its simplicity, in the fact that he did nothing else but squeeze my breasts and kiss my lips. It made me aware of every sensation, every breath, every tremor.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, I sank down, joining us. When he wasn’t kissing me, we gazed in each other’s eyes, and I felt on the most profound level our union. Have I mentioned how I love that man? As I write this, I am swamped with the emotion all over again. I love him, all of them, so much.

At last, we were fused, man and woman, on all possible levels. I almost wept again at the perfection. How was it I’d been so lucky, had survived all I had, to make it here? Surely someone or something, whether it was the ancestors, God, whatever, had to have ordained it to happen.

With us so fully entwined, Seot stared into my eyes yet again. “Field, off,” he whispered.

Gravity drew on me, putting my full weight on Seot. Not that he seemed to notice. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, holding on, delighting in being able to cling so tightly.

We didn’t speak. When we moved, we went slow, reveling in our connection, making each shift, each undulation, each thrust mindful. Meaningful. Paying intent attention to how we slid against each other. We saw each twitch of a jaw muscle, intake of breath, flutter of eyelids. We moved and gauged the other’s responses, a slow, careful exploration of what caused reaction.

Desire rose slow and sure, a gradual increase in heat and excitement. We did not rush anything. We gloried in each passing moment, in perfection of our togetherness. When more profound surges of elation fired inside me, I didn’t hurry the pace. Seot’s soft moans rather than eager thrusting told me of his increased excitement. We didn’t go at each other with the usual desperate reach for culmination, chasing that lightning strike of completion. We coaxed it in with soft kisses, gentle friction, and love in our gazes.

Even with that careful ride that I believe neither of us wanted to end, desire mounted higher. My pussy tightened on Seot’s jerking cock with increasing frequency, warning we couldn’t go on forever. I was glowing from within, surges of the purest pleasure drawing me taut. Deliberate slides of our bodies brought fresh waves of luscious electricity, crackling my senses.

Seot clutched my ass, indicating his approaching dissolution. “I’m coming,” he gasped. “My Matara, I’m coming.”

The tension of oncoming release drew his brows tight. At last he broke eye contact, his head falling back, mouth opening as he tensed. Seeing him succumb was all I needed to break: rapture swept through me too, as if his jolting primary poured his release inside, to be expended by me.

Our cries rang through the room as we writhed against each other, holding on tightly, moving to coax each mote of pleasure from the other, not going still until the final sweet pulse of exhilaration bled away.

Keeping us joined, Seot carried me to the bed where the other two awaited us. I was placed in the center of the clan, my men’s warm bodies curled against mine, our limbs twined in a knot as if to tie us all together forever.

It had been a long, sometimes horrific journey to this point. From Earth with its repressive government, post-Armageddon starvation, and violent adherents to the old ways; to space with enemies at every turn waiting to spring on my transport; to Kalquor and the confrontations with my mother, Nang, and myself…yet somehow, I’d won through. I was here, a mother to a beautiful baby girl with another on the way. And clanned to men who uplifted me in all ways loving mates could elevate a woman.

Life is going to be fine from now on. I’m going to be okay. No, not okay…amazing.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is not the final post. Come back Monday for the last entry.

Monday, May 21, 2018

June 15, part 2

The stateroom Cifa led us to was as ornate as my gown. “Whoo, you’ve spared no expense on this ship,” I said, twirling about to view our quarters. A stunning mural of an undersea landscape stretched across the ceiling, the creatures depicted so realistically that I couldn’t believe they didn’t swim. Window vids along the walls showed the real thing, as if we were in a submarine below the waves.

I stepped out of my shoes, sighing to sink my feet into the plush carpeting that gave softly beneath my aching feet. The sleeping mat was massive, with billowing gold coverings that looked as soft as a dream. Not that there was sleep in my immediate future. Thank goodness…I was looking forward to the private celebration now that the public one was done.

The whirlpool at the opposite side of the room was going to get some use. I was determined on that score. I loved the idea of relaxing in its warm, churning expanse. The bar was winning its attention, as Seot went there and poured the leshella waiting for us. Though there had been plenty to go around at the reception, we’d held off. We’d had Anrel and our guests to attend to. We’d sipped carefully at the single glass we’d each had following the toast to our clan, made by Seot’s Dramok father.

There were a couple of doors besides the one we’d come in through. My thought was bathroom and closet. I was interested in neither. That whirlpool called to me.

I moved in that direction, unpinning the diamond headdress from my hair as I went. Cifa trailed behind me, lugging the already discarded heels and holding his hand out for pins and hairpiece.

“Sweetie, you don’t have to clean up behind me,” I insisted, though I had pretty much decided stuff could indeed fall wherever I chose to drop it. I was not in the mood to be fussy after being photogenic all day and half the night.

“I don’t mind. I see we’re headed to the whirlpool.”

“That’s exactly right.”

“Sounds great.” Larten was pulling his nice black-and-red outfit off and letting it fall to the floor, the way I would if Cifa hadn’t been meticulously keeping me honest. Then again, Larten wasn’t dripping in diamonds and delicate embroidery, either.

“What should we do with all this?” I asked my Imdiko as I stopped by a bench close to the whirlpool. “Unless I can stay in shape to wear this at a renewal of our vows ceremony at some future date, it’s kind of stuck in a closet forever.”

“I was reading that some Earther women have a tradition of wearing their mothers’ gowns to their own ceremonies,” he said. “Maybe Anrel or another daughter would want to have it.”

I gave him a kiss for being the sentimental wonder he was. “You are brilliant.”

I let him help me remove my magical fairytale princess gown. I was a lot less careful with my underthings, eager to sink into the warm water that smelled so good. Larten, the lucky slug, was already in the pool, relaxing and smiling at me as I shed my clothing.

“Don’t jump on me right away,” I warned him as I finally was naked and stepping down into the deliciously heated water. “I insist on at least half an hour to relax before we go crazy. What a day!”

“You did enjoy it, didn’t you?” With me sinking into the swirling water with a sigh, Cifa had his chance to disrobe. He gave me a worried glance. “I wanted it to be something that you would never forget, that you’d be able to look back on with the best possible memories.”

“It was magical,” I reassured him. I gazed up at him, loving him for being my darling Imdiko, wanting me happy. “No woman could have had a better clanning day. Not even the empress.”

A bright smile spread over his face. He wriggled all over, a happy puppy. Such a cutie.

Seot brought us glasses of leshella on a tray before pulling his nice outfit off too. “I must thank you as well, my Imdiko. Considering Shalia’s former beaus were in attendance, I am glad we showed off.”

Ha! It wasn’t only me who didn’t want to be upstaged.

I had to reassure him anyway. “I’d have been happy telling you I will love, honor, and respect you for the rest of our lives, even in front of Clan Denkar’s scrap piles with a pack of thamom in attendance. Diamonds are nice, but it truly is the thought that counts.”

The guys chuckled over the idea of having a clanning ceremony in the backyard of Larten’s parents’ home. No doubt, Anrel would have spent the whole affair chasing pilchok.

We toasted each other and sipped our leshella with great satisfaction. We toasted with the next round too. And the next. After that, I was ready to celebrate my union with my clan in truth.

“Who wants to play wet ‘n wild with me?” I said, sliding my foot up Seot’s thigh, while my hands trailed similar paths on the men on either side of me.

“If you want to play tame, we could,” Cifa smirked. “However, this is the most expensive stateroom on the ship for a reason.”

“Oh? Are you going to tell me, or am I supposed to guess?”

Larten slid close. “We should show her. But first—”

He kissed me hard, my Nobek as fierce as ever as he took my mouth with demand. I opened to him, letting myself be plundered. His tongue invaded and swept coherent thought aside. He gripped my breast, his grasp not gentle but exciting.

Larten kissed me until my lips were swollen and hot. He left me gasping while he licked a path down my chin, nipped down my throat, and moved down the hill of the breast he clutched. His head reared, and I caught a glimpse of his fangs before his face flashed down. He bit into my soft flesh.

I jerked as sharp pain shot through me. I was helpless to escape—as if that were an intention—with Larten holding me in place as his venom entered me. Hurt ebbed and euphoria rose to take its place. I was lost in glowing pleasure before a few seconds passed.

I didn’t notice Seot and Cifa leaving the whirlpool. Dazed and already writhing with arousal, I didn’t notice anything until Larten released the bite, scooped me in his arms, and carried me across the room where they waited, on either side of the door that I had assumed led to a massive closet.

“Door, open,” Cifa commanded. It did so, and I goggled in disbelief. My rapid blinking had nothing to do with my inebriated state.

It wasn’t a closet, though a lot of items hung from the walls and lined the shelves. Those were what I stared at. I wasn’t about to say it in front of the guys, but it reminded me an awful lot of the playroom I’d visited with Betra and Oses in the Pussy ‘Porter’s pleasure club.

Wow. Dildos of every size. Butt plugs. Restraints. Blindfolds. Gags. Clamps. Collars. Whips. Floggers. Paddles. Switches. And stuff I couldn’t begin to guess at. The only thing missing was the table to lie on, which could change its configuration depending on what the participants wanted.

Instead of that ‘bed’ or the fuck chair that had been on the smaller ship we’d cruised on, there was a kind of round platform in the middle of the space. It reminded me of the stand I’d used for my clanning gown’s final fitting. An identical version of it was on the ceiling.

I had no clue what it was, but it seemed obvious it had something to do with wild sex. And since that would involve my clan, I had no trepidation as I asked, “Since I doubt you’re going to have me stand and pose for a commissioned statue, how about a clue for your adored Matara?”

Seot grinned. “It’s a suspension field. Once activated, you can only move into the positions we put you in.”

“Uh huh.” A slideshow of bawdy postures ran through my brain, making me wet and ready to step up and play model. “So, this romping room comes standard on the midsized ships?”

“It does.” Cifa’s grin was so naughty, I expected him to start rubbing his hands together and cackle like the evil villain of a spy movie. “It’s why this room costs twice that of any other quarters on board.”

“No wonder Cifiler is so successful. You put the sexy into cruises.” I imperiously pointed to the podium and told Larten, “Put me there. Make me do bad things. And do bad things to me.”

The guys bellowed laughter at my demands, fueled by leshella, the bite, and my general delight in fucking my clan.

“Here you go, my Matara,” Larten chuckled, setting me on my feet on the raised area. “I am overjoyed at your enthusiasm for this adventure.”

“Less talky, more freezy and fucky.” I twisted about, glancing up and down at the two ends of what I was convinced would become my happiness haven. “Where are the switches? Throw ‘em.”

Seot stepped in front of me, grinning from ear to ear. “Field, scan and enable on Earther only. No effect on Kalquorians.”
A robotic voice issued from the platform. “Confirmed. Containment effective for Earther only.”
I was having another look at the toys in our wonderland when I suddenly couldn’t move a muscle. The air grew dense around me. “Hey. Whoa. Okay. I can still talk,” I said.
“Yes, you can. But otherwise, no movement?” Seot ran his hand over my buttocks. I would have wriggled with the jolt of reaction his touch provoked, but I couldn’t.
“Roger that,” I confirmed. My pussy was wet, reacting to the vulnerable state I was in, enhanced by the men taking advantage by putting their hands all over me. And I mean, ALL over me.
My clanmates explored me, as if they hadn’t memorized my body already. As they did so, they arranged me to make sure they didn’t miss a single inch. Minutely examined, caressed, stroked, squeezed, and occasionally pinched, I had no choice but to surrender to them. With Larten’s venom making me sensitive to it all, arousal pulsed through me, making my whole being an erogenous zone. I moaned and panted within seconds of it starting.
“So responsive,” Seot said, and I glowed in the approving tone he used. “Though you can’t give a physical reaction, your expression says it all. My Shalia wants to be handled by her clan.”
“Whether we’re gentle or rough,” Larten agreed. He punctuated that statement by smacking my ass.
The surge of heat from his strike barreled right into my lady bits, and I cried out. “More,” I begged.
“We’ll get to that, my love. In our time.”
“But first, you must be kissed,” Cifa said, his purple eyes alight. “Tasted.”
Oh sweet ancestors. They fell on me like ravenous wolves, hot wet mouths everywhere, as their hands had been. With the exception of my scalp, my flesh was mouthed, kissed, licked, nipped, sucked—no, they missed nothing that wasn’t covered by the hair on my head.
Each touch, whether a stinging bite or the tenderest kiss, made me feverish with need. When long tongues lapped my cream-coated inner thighs, I begged them to take me then. Nobody had to touch my cunt or my clit to make me desperate to come. When they did touch my slit, when a rough, wet tongue traced that path, I screamed. Violent, burning desire blasted through me, turning my insides into an inferno.

They took turns lapping the constant wetness sliding from my core, tormenting me with ecstasy. I strained to move, crazed to do anything to entice orgasm. I couldn’t, and my clanmates refused to be rushed from their enjoyment. The long, sensuous strokes on my pussy went on and on, as if they would never end. I fell to moaning, a constant sobbing drone drifting on the air. An occasional flick against my clit brought sharp cries.

At last, at some signal unseen by me, they stepped away. I didn’t know whether to be relieved that the teasing had ceased or anguished that they’d stopped and I hadn’t come yet. I whimpered pleading noises.

“My Nobek?” Seot offered a courtly bow to our clan protector. He and Cifa pulled the bench near and settled in to watch as Larten found a blindfold. The last thing I saw before he tied it over my eyes was my Dramok and Imdiko relaxing and stroking themselves in anticipation of the show.

The soft, dark cloth over my eyes cut off the sense I used most often, forcing me to concentrate on others. With Larten’s venom working through me, those senses were heightened. I could feel the blindfold’s knot at the back of my head, the eddies of air as my Nobek moved. Soft shuffling sounds of him testing the tools at his disposal made me imagine him weighing each for its possibilities for use on me. His spicy scent overlaid a more animal aroma that thrilled me. It mixed with my own smell of excitement.

I hung in midair as I waited to discover what Larten had in store for me.

The rough pads of calloused fingertips came out of nowhere, stroking over my breasts. He cupped each in turn, as if testing their weight. Caressing. Squeezing gently. Pinching my nipples to send shocks of delight through me, darts of passion that went straight to my clit.

He stroked down, feather touches along my stomach, moving lower. Larten didn’t tease when he got down to my pussy. He cupped my mound, rubbing his fingers against the soaked flesh, sliding them over the slit so that I tried with all my might to kick in passion. Yet I couldn’t do anything but feel and cry out, even when two fingers invaded my core.

Once more, I desperately chased climax as Larten pumped in and out of me, finding that next of nerves within with unerring skill. He rubbed the heel of his hand against my clit from time to time, making my hair stand up as electric excitement blasted through me. It wasn’t enough to make me come. It was torture, again taking me to aching nearness without letting me succumb.

Through it all, he said not a single word. He fingerfucked me in silence, giving me no hint of how he gauged my reactions or what plans he might have for me beyond the moment. In the silence, broken only by the wet sounds of him taking me, the thunder of my heart, and my desperate gasps, I heard the soft occasional movements of Seot and Cifa. They didn’t speak either, but I was aware of them watching me as I hung helpless under Larten’s care. Viewing captive entertainment, my naked body theirs to examine, my reactions bare for their consideration as our Nobek commanded me.

I had no warning when a hard, flat surface collided with my ass. My sharp, inhaled breath had a tiny shriek to it as violent heat bloomed across my rump. The pain was just ebbing when another whack burned my flesh. And another. And another.

I fought to jerk away, the instinctive need to flee taking over for the first few seconds. Yet I hung there helpless as hurt splashed across my buttocks over and over. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t flinch. I had no choice but to take the paddling Larten had decided to mete out.

My quirky, kinky brain, buzzing with the intoxicant in my system, kicked into overdrive. Its wiring, connected to exult in safe powerlessness and heady pain, delivered me from torment. It concentrated on the spreading warmth of my spanked bottom, on my inability to escape, on Larten’s fingers fucking my pussy and his hand rubbing my clit.

I shouted in ecstasy, given over to sensation too great to think through. I lit in carnal delight as my silent Nobek punished my ass and pleasured my pussy. My cunt seized on his fingers, spasming around them as he drove me into a frenzy.

It went on and on. I couldn’t say how long he tortured me with exquisite rapture, holding me on the cusp of orgasm that way. I was subject to his whims, with no way to end the incredible discipline and reward. A part of me thought he would keep at it forever, with me having no hope of escape.

But it did end after some time, and abruptly. Larten’s fingers pulled free, and the paddling ceased. His warmth disappeared. My pussy throbbed and so did my ass. I sobbed with loss, but couldn’t speak a word. Not even ‘please’. I was left aching and bereft.

Heat before me. My hopes lifted in an instant as a masculine presence moved against me.

Hands grasped my shoulders, pushing. Then they gripped my knees, spreading them wide. I lounged in mid-air, open to him. I continued to weep, wordlessly begging him to fuck me as I so desperately needed to be fucked.

Something hummed. The vibrator kicked to life an instant before Larten pressed it against my clit.

Elation blasted through me, rending from within. Climax barreled through me, huge and brutal. As my pussy gave a violent spasm, Larten shoved in, his cocks pushing past all resistance in a demanding thrust.

Another earthshattering blast walloped me. I would have screamed, but I couldn’t draw breath. Holy fuck, I came with brutal force.

Wave after wave of sensation pounded me as Larten stroked, taking me with his usual demand. Meanwhile, the vibrator pressed to my clit, not giving me a moment of sanity. I swore I was turning inside out from the force of the unrelenting surges. And I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even twitch to escape.

“That’s right,” my Nobek said. “Keep coming for me. I want that pussy pulling on my cock. That’s it. Just like that.”

Like the paddling, he went at me forever, fucking me and playing that vibrator over my clit. I kept thinking I had to go numb or something, but Larten moved the toy around, finding a new spot to stimulate so that I got no relief from the vicious, biting pleasure.

I thought I would go insane. With each renewed blast that shot through me, I begged for mercy. Time and again, Larten would answer, “This is my pussy. If I want it to come for me all night, then that’s what it will do.”

He might have made good on that promise, except things started feeling too delicious for him to resist his own hungers. He grunted as his groin pounded against mine, as he fed my convulsing body his thick cock to the accompaniment of whip-cracks of flesh meeting flesh. His rhythm fell off. His breath came more harshly than ever. A hand slapped against my ass, bringing the paddled skin to stinging life as he thrust with faltering tempo.

“My—my Mah-mah-tara!” he cried out.

His cocks jerked within me, filling me with his passion. The vibrator fell away, thumped to the ground as he ground in deep, both hands gripping my hips. He poured until his seed dripped out.

The sounds of the room swam in and out. I remained motionless in the field, too wasted to move even if I could have. That man devastated me in the most spectacular fashion imaginable.

He kissed me before slipping out. I couldn’t summon the strength to whimper when the gentler grip of Cifa tugged me vertical once more. He tugged my blindfold off so I could gaze into his eager, smiling face.