Monday, April 20, 2015

May 16, part 1

Oh my gosh, I’m still shaking. I can’t believe what just happened.

It all started when Katrina showed up at my door early this afternoon, along with Ama and Mihi. “Candy won’t come out of her quarters. She won’t talk to me, and she’s not spoken to these guys in three days.”

I blinked in surprise at the rush of words. Okay, so Candy had been distant and moody lately. I thought she still felt bad about erupting at Katrina over color schemes for the club several days back. They had made up with much apologizing and tears, just as I’d suspected they would. I thought everything was all right. I was so wrong about that.

“Did you have another fight? Or did she get in an argument with you two?” I asked the men.

Mihi’s scarred face was thunderous but worried, as was Ama’s. I’ve noticed that Nobeks don’t deal well with emotional upheaval, so they tend to duck behind their tempers. God love those macho beasts.

Ama said, “The last time we saw her, she was perhaps quieter than usual, but still pleasant. Still ... um, amorous. She seemed pleased with our company.” He reddened, obviously in discomfort over discussing the intimate nature of his last Candy encounter.

Mihi added, “We had no indication we had disappointed her in any way. Yet our coms have gone unanswered. She didn’t show up for our regular date yesterday, and when we came to visit her today, she told us to go away. We can’t get any explanation out of her.”

“Things haven’t been quite right between me and Candy since we had that disagreement,” Katrina said. Her eyes got bright suddenly, and she blinked hard before continuing. “Maybe she’ll talk to you, Shalia?”

“Sure,” I said, sliding a pair of shoes on that I kept by my door. I couldn’t help but give myself a quick check in the nearby mirror. I wore a long-sleeved dress that flowed nicely over my baby bump. I looked good enough for public consumption, I decided. “Let’s go see what’s up with Ms. Moody Pants.”

I led the way ... all of about two dozen steps since Candy’s rooms weren’t far from mine. I pressed her door announce. “Candy, it’s Shalia. Can I come in?”

A few seconds later a voice answered. “Are you alone?”

The tone was so the opposite of Candy’s usual bubbly sound that for a moment, I thought it wasn’t her. I even doublechecked to make sure I was at the right door. “Candy? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Come in.”

The door slid open. Since I’d never told her I was by myself and she hadn’t said they couldn’t come, Katrina and the Nobeks entered with me.

The room was dim. I could see well enough to gape at Candy, who sat on her lounger. My first thought was that she was really sick.

Her eyes were hollowed pits, the circles beneath them damned near black. Her pretty blond hair had obviously not been brushed since she woke this morning. She’d also not bothered with makeup ... not that Candy ever really needs to wear it, but she prefers to be put together.

Her clothing was odd too. I hadn’t seen her in pants since we’d boarded the transport back on Earth. She always wears some cute, flouncy skirt. Yet today she wore loose-fitting pants, heavy boots, and a concealing tunic. The weirdest thing about her ensemble were the work gloves on her hands ... the big, insulating kind that someone dealing with electrical panels or machinery might wear for protection.

She stood and glared at Katrina, Ama, and Mihi. “Why are they here? I thought you would come alone.”

“They’re worried about you.” I couldn’t disguise my confused concern. “I can see why. You’re scaring me. Candy, what is with you? What’s going on?”

She stared at me, looking me up and down. “I see the time is still not right. You can go now.”

Before I could respond that I wasn’t going anywhere until she told me what the hell was wrong, Ama stepped forward. He looked angry. “No one is going anywhere until you tell us what is happening. This is not the woman I have come to know.”

Mihi was quick to take up the protest, coming to Ama’s side. “You are acting strangely, Candy. Explain yourself.”

Her laugh was a hollow bark, nothing like I’d ever heard come from Candy’s mouth before. “Explain myself? To the likes of you primitive savages, animals that are best suited to be kept on leashes? Get out of my way.”

With that astonishing statement, Candy marched up to the two men. She shoved them aside.

When I say she shoved them aside, I don’t mean she strained to squeeze between them. No, she actually thrust those two hulks apart with such force that they both went staggering. Candy couldn’t have been half the weight of either man, and yet she damned near tossed them both across the room. Impossible, and yet I saw it with my own eyes.

Katrina and I were so astonished that we stayed frozen in place as Candy stalked past us to leave her quarters. We watched her go, our mouths hanging open. My eyes felt as ready to pop out of my head as Katrina’s looked to be.

We didn’t move to go after Candy until the two Nobeks recovered from their near-falls and amazement. When Mihi and Ama went running out of the quarters after Candy, our paralysis finally snapped. We raced out behind the Kalquorians to find them trotting up and down the hall, calling Candy’s name. She was nowhere to be found.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

May 15

I heard back from Clan Aslada, the number 2 potential lifemates on my list. Not a bad bunch of guys.

Dramok Aslada, he of the dark and brooding looks, is not quite so dark and brooding when he smiles. That was nice to see. He stood in the middle of his clan in the vid transmission and bowed when I started the playback.

“Greetings, Matara Shalia. I am Aslada, governor of the Eporu continent’s Western Seaboard Territory. I was delighted to receive your com telling my clan we meet your preliminary expectations for clanmates.”

A little formal, but his tone was friendly enough. Dramok Seot had been somewhat formal in his introduction too. It was only lately that I’d begun to see some of his and Nobek Larten’s true personalities. Cifa had been an open book right from the start.

Aslada continued. “You of course will remember my Nobek, Jaon.”

Big intense chunk of masculinity bowed in turn. “Greetings, Matara. I am looking forward to meeting you in person. Thank you for considering us.”

Short and sweet ... well, as sweet as a man could be who looks like he’d be happiest ripping bad guys limb from limb. I wonder what this guy does to relax? Punching Tragooms comes to mind. Well, one thing about it; no one will dare mess with me if this guy ends up being my Nobek. I do enjoy those dangerous-looking fellows a little more than I should.

Aslada introduced the third man. “My Imdiko, Meyso.”

The curly-haired bit of gorgeous took his turn bowing. His smile was warm, and I had to return it even though I knew full well I beamed at a recording. “Hello, Matara Shalia. I am delighted to have heard from you.”

Aslada smiled winningly ... maybe a bit too winningly. It reminded me that he was a politician. I told myself that maybe Kalquorian politicians were probably a far cry from Earther ones. I can’t hold it against the man.

“Thank you so much for telling us more about yourself. It’s wonderful that you’ve decided to get to know us better before you reach our planet and that you have also shared some of your concerns. We have already sent a message to your parents, Clan Bitev. We sent another to their Matara, Joelle, as you requested. Your Nobek father is more than welcome to check our backgrounds so that he is reassured his daughter is courted by a worthwhile clan of rank.”

Okay. So far so good. The more Aslada spoke of personal matters, the less he sounded like he was trying to win an election. I saw a little of the commanding but likable personality behind the effort to make a good impression.

Nobek Jaon spoke up. “I have taken the additional step of sending Nobek Rak the records from my military service as well as my current position as a Convict Reclamations officer. I want him to know his daughter will be well protected as a member of my clan, should you decide to make us your lifemates.”

Okay, big points for that. Although I could hardly imagine anyone doubting Jaon’s ability to keep people safe. That man is made of intimidation. Me being me, I started to get turned on just by looking at the brute. Then the hormones kicked in, and I was flat-out horny.

Imdiko Meyso took his turn. “I have requested your mother’s scans and records from the ship’s doctor, as well as the team that took care of her on Earth. I believe your Imdiko father Nayun was part of that group? I sent a request directly to him, in case he is able to facilitate records transfer. If you are agreeable, I will put a plan of treatment in place for Matara Eve to be enacted as soon as you arrive on Kalquor.”

Well, damn. Having a brain surgeon as a suitor was turning out to be handy. My dads would have to let me know how good Meyso was at his job. Do I dare hope?

Aslada finished up winning my goodwill by reassuring me, “Of course your mother is welcome to live in our home. We Kalquorians revere our mothers, and it speaks well of you that you do the same despite the difficulties yours has faced.”

I felt a little bad about that. I can hardly say I ‘revere’ my mom, though I certainly love her. I probably come up plenty short as a daughter.

They didn’t forget the most important thing to me either. “We are excited at the prospect of being fathers to your child, Matara. Until your people started immigrating to the Empire, we had despaired of ever having that chance.”

Now the three men were all smiling, real smiles. Even Jaon looked thrilled at the hope. I’ll admit, my heart melted a little to see those big tough guys appearing enthralled with the idea of being daddies. It’s amazing when I’m confronted with Kalquorian bruisers who think fatherhood is the best thing in the universe. My dads, Clan Seot, and now Clan Aslada ... I can see how much it means to them. They wear their need for children on their sleeves.

I didn’t think Clan Seot could have any real competition. I don’t know though ... Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon are making a pretty good first try. We’ll have to see how our continued communications pan out.

Monday, April 13, 2015

May 12, part 3

After making love, I got to do another of my favorite things in this world: fall asleep between Betra and Oses. Usually, I don’t have bad dreams when I’m tucked in safe and sound with my two big shipmates.

Okay, so it wasn’t really a nightmare that I had. The dream was weird and horribly violent, but in all honesty I felt exalted by the carnage. That’s a bizarre thing considering it was me committing the bloodshed in this odd trick of my subconscious.

In the dream, I was among all these armored ... well, I guess I’d have to call them people. They were not anything like Earthers or Kalquorians. The bodies were all wrong, with massive wide shoulders, arms, and legs that made mountain o’ man Oses look like a twig. The waists of these men were tiny in comparison. Their heads, while twice the circumference of mine, were also small in proportion to these great, behemoth bodies.

Clad in gray stone-like armor with attached green flesh-like pouches and tubes running all over them, I had no idea what these beings looked like beneath their war garb. The armor was freaky the way it looked like granite – or maybe even bone. I have no idea what they looked like underneath because nothing at all showed of their true selves. Even the eye openings in their helmets were covered with green lenses that matched the tubes and pouches. They were terrifying, and not just because they were inhuman and huge. The scariest thing about them was that there was no hint of what they might look like underneath all that stony plating.

I was one of them.

We stalked across a burning wasteland in a long line. There were at least two dozen of us walking abreast, a wall of pure, unstoppable destruction. Small buildings, now no more than smoking mounds of debris, fell behind us as we searched for anything living ... not to save, but to destroy. I and my companions had created this landscape of destruction, a plain of rubble and death. Charred body parts, which I recognized as belonging to a small, sentient four-legged species called the Barinem, lay scattered like breadcrumbs all around us. We stomped across the plain, crunching the bones of the dead beneath our heavy armor-plated boots.

We had already won the fight, but nothing less than complete eradication of this village would do. I growled deep in my chest, anticipating finding something to kill. I burned for my enemy’s blood. The destruction I had already wrought exalted me. I knew there was more to be had.

My growl turned into a roar as a middling group of four-legged Barinem sprang from behind a low wall forty feet away. The bedraggled remnants of my enemy’s warriors came at us at full speed, their furred red-brown legs blurring as they made their final charge. Their long ears flapped against their heads, their tongues lolled out of long muzzles with lips wrinkled back in snarls. They came at us full bore, explosive blow tubes clenched in their front teeth. They looked fierce, but the light in their eyes had been put out. Their bodies worked for now and they fought on, but the Barinem knew they were already dead. Their explosives were too weak the penetrate our armor. They were weak. We were strong and infallible. We could not be stopped.

A surge of murderous glee filled me. I brought my massive percussion blaster up in perfect sync with my fellow soldiers and sighted on the Barinem closing the distance. I squeezed the trigger.

“Shalia, wake up.”

My eyes flew open to find both Oses and Betra leaning over me. I was startled to find myself in my bed ... and human.

“That must have been a bad one,” Betra said, his gaze worried. “You sounded like you were right on the brink of a fight.”

More like the end of one, and I was winning, I thought. I actually felt irritable that I wasn’t going to get to finish the dream and taste the victory that had been within my grasp.

“I’m fine,” I grumbled. “Go back to sleep.”

Oses glared at me. “You sounded as Nobek as any man I’ve ever heard, growling and snarling. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I glared back. “I’m fine. I was dreaming about being in a fight and I had ‘em beat. You would have loved it, big man. It was a total rout. I was bad-ass to the max.”

That made the weapons commander grin. “I’m sorry we woke you then. I love dreams like that.”

My pique with the pair vanished. “I bet you do. I wish I always felt that unstoppable.”

Betra snickered, shook his head, and lay back down. “Maybe you can get back into it then, warrior woman.”

I went back to sleep fairly quickly, but I did not get to have the dream again. I guess I’ll never know what those poor, doomed Barinem were trying to protect. It occurred to me that they must have been protecting something from me and my warrior fellows. Otherwise, they would have run from what was certain death instead of meeting it head on. They’re known as a peaceful species, fighting only when it is absolutely necessary.

Boy, that dream was so real and invigorating. I’d rather not see myself as a heartless killer, but I wish I could have finished it nonetheless.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

May 12, part 2

Betra rose from the table, taking the bowl of hot and spicy rasgrul sauce as well as the still-covered bowl. I assumed that to be extra sauce. He jerked a nod to Oses. “You can carry our lovely maiden to her bedroom. I’ll fetch an extra cover to keep her sheets clean.”

I’ve never seen Oses grin bigger than he did right then. The man looked like he had won a billion dollars. “You do know how to throw a dinner party, Imdiko. One Matara, coming to bed.”

Betra went to my room while Oses got gracefully to his feet. “Stay there, pet. Let this old warrior pick you up.”

“Old?” I laughed while secretly envying how easily he was able to get up from the floor. Even when I’m not pregnant, I don’t have any of his agility. “You could outfight most men a quarter of your age and you know it.”

Oses bowed, looking more pleased than ever. “Thank you, my sweet pet.”

He crouched to gather me in his arms and lifted me like a baby. My big, strong Nobek. He makes me giddy.

Oses carried me the few steps from sitting room to bedroom. Betra had already located a thick, fluffy blanket and set it over the other coverings of my sleeping mat. The bowl of sauce was on the nightstand.

Oses stopped next to him and my bed. “As you’ve already directed tonight’s festivities so well, I leave you in command. What next?” the Nobek asked Betra.

Betra looked delighted that the usually controlling Nobek was letting him keep the lead. “Lay her on the mat. We’ll undress her.”

Oses settled me gently to the soft surface. He supported my back as Betra slipped my pretty blouse off.  “Hang it up in the closet please?” I asked. I didn’t want it getting wrinkled.

“Of course. Matara Katrina has good taste in clothes,” Betra said.

He put the blouse away and then my skirt when Oses took that off me and handed it off. My low-heeled slippers were next. Then with infinite care, I was stripped of my underclothes, leaving me with just my bracelet and a simple gold necklace.

“The jewelry is pretty,” Betra decided. “Let’s leave it on. If the sauce gets on it, we can clean it.”

“All right.” Oses’ eyes had gone dark the way they always do when sex is on the menu. “I’m looking forward to cleaning sauce off her skin.”

“So am I. Shall I drizzle our dessert?”

“Indeed and hurry.” Oses looked my naked body over with eagerness.

“I take it the heat won’t translate to skin contact?” I asked.

Betra brought the bowl over and settled on the bed next to me. “Just a little warmth, perhaps.”

“You’ve felt worse,” Oses agreed. “Like last time you and I were together?”

Oh yeah, the fire lotion episode. If we weren’t going that far this time, I thought I’d be okay.

Betra dripped yellow goo over my breasts. “One for you and one for me,” he told Oses happily. He set the bowl with still more than half the sauce left over to the side.

“Fair enough.” Oses sat next to my prone body and leaned in with a very glad expression and erection. He licked the fastest falling drop rolling down beneath my armpit, and kept going up all the way to the nipple.

“Yum,” he said, as I giggled at the ticklish-erotic sensation.

Betra was right in that there was a little warmth, especially where that raspy tongue lapped up the rasgrul. It reminded me of when I’d chopped jalapenos in the past and the resulting heat on my fingertips. Very warm, but not painful. It was a good feeling.

“My turn,” Betra said. He took out a wide swath of sauce at the bottom of the breast on his side and smacked his lips together. My insides bubbled in joy. I liked being dessert.

“Delicious,” Oses said, bending to suck my nipple clean of sauce. I squealed as he drew hard and licked the pebbled tip with great enthusiasm. Excitement zapped from breast to clit.

Back and forth the rapturous feasting went. My breasts tingled from the attention as the men licked, suckled, and mouthed them with abandon. Hands crept down by body to enjoy points south. Being his typical baby belly-worshiping self, Betra caressed my bump. Oses went further down to tease my pussy.

“Speaking of tasty sauces,” the Nobek said, licking his dripping fingers after cleaning the breast he’d been assigned to.

“You can mix them, you know,” Betra said, waggling his eyebrows at us both. “Dr. Tep said it’s okay, so long as you keep the rasgrul on the outside.”

“Oh did he?” Oses said at the same time that I groaned and covered my face with my hands. I spread my fingers to give Betra a glare.

“I am tired of that man knowing everything I do in the bedroom,” I told my liaison.

Betra didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “He needs to know for the baby’s sake. Besides, I think we’re helping his clan with their own seduction techniques.”

I wrinkled my nose. “You know, I think I want to think about Tep getting busy almost as little as I want him to be thinking of me like that.”

“Too much talk,” Oses growled as he slid down to put his face level with my sex. “Hand me that bowl of sauce.”

I was freshly drizzled above and below decks. Betra now had my tits to himself while Oses concentrated on my pussy. Warmth and tongues and lips and occasionally little nips from teeth ... I quickly forgot my momentary pique with Betra.

Oh those wonderful men. With those talented mouths in play, I could forgive them anything.

My insides churned in a good way as I was lustfully devoured for several minutes. The warmth of the sauce permeated deep into my flesh as low rumbles of pleasure grew to shuddering bliss and occasional thunderclaps of pure sensation. Oses worked to stretch my ass with his fingers as he mouthed my mound, letting me know there was so much more fun in store later. He was extremely careful to make sure he ate up all the sauce before it could drip down where his fingers twisted and plumbed.

I never got a taste of the rasgrul, but I know I absolutely love it. I’m thinking of keeping a bowl on my bedside table for my bed partners’ midnight snacking needs.

Mine wasn’t the only unhappy sigh when the last of it was lapped from my trembling flesh. Then Oses smiled brightly at the still-covered bowl on the bedside table. “Shall I open it?” he asked Betra.

The Imdiko grinned from ear to ear. “Absolutely. However, that one is Shalia’s dessert. Now that her dinner has had time to settle, she might be ready to indulge herself – and us.”

I crooked a brow at the big, naughty boy. “What are you up to now?”

Oses took the cover off and sniffed the contents. “Oh, I see.” His smile leered as evilly as Betra’s. “It’s chocolate sauce for you to pour on us.”

Betra stood and peeled his clothes off. “Right on the first guess.”

He lay down next to me on the bed and stretched luxuriously. His cocks jutted towards the ceiling, thick and ready. My, my, they would look and taste wonderful with a coating of chocolate.

I sat up and beckoned for the bowl. “Give me that.”

Oses obligingly handed me the bowl. The chocolate sauce was dark and smelled divine. This was going to be so good. I gave him an arch look.

“I expect you to be ready for your turn as soon as I’m finished with Betra,” I said.

Oses’ eyes widened. “Feeling assertive, are you?”

“I’ve been offered chocolate and cinnamon dicks. I’m hormonal with fierce cravings, and this one is now at the top of my list. Don’t make the moody pregnant lady get mean.”

Oses laughed. I mean, he really laughed with unabashed humor. When was the last time I’d heard him do that? I couldn’t remember.

He stood and bowed deeply. “As you wish, Matara. In deference to your condition, I am yours to command.”

Seeing I would be properly obeyed, I turned back to Betra. The Imdiko’s smile was as big as ever as he waited. Someone was looking forward to being munched on.

I shook my head and snickered at him. He was so adorable with that goofy grin. I looked forward to making him groan.

I knelt between his splayed legs and tested the temperature of the chocolate with a fingertip. It was slightly warm, thick, and gooey. I licked my finger...and it was me who groaned first. Wow. The Kalquorians had mastered some seriously rich chocolate. I could have eaten a trough of it.

Well, using it to smother spicy-sweet alien cocks would have to do. I carefully tipped the bowl over Betra’s waiting erections.

He sighed. “Oh, just the right temperature. That feels good on me. Not as good as your – oh, oh, oh!”

I assumed my mouth felt pretty damned good too, because he lost the thread of whatever he was saying when I wrapped my lips around his smaller dick. Betra gasped and kicked his feet against the bed surface a little as I twirled my tongue all around his cock tip.

And oh boy, did that chocolate taste amazing with that slight sting of cinnamon-y lubricant Betra naturally exudes. I completely forgot I’d filled up on dinner. I slurped that man’s cocks like they were ice cream cones. I feasted on him. His cries of elation rang in my ears.

It was hard to tell which of us was most enthusiastic. Betra in chocolate sauce is delicious, and I moaned and groaned as I gobbled him. For his part, the Imdiko jerked all over the bed, overcome by my energetic licking and sucking. I wrapped my arms around his thighs in an effort to keep him still.

I finally cleaned him off of every luscious drop of sauce. He lay on the bed panting. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I need to get that chocolate recipe.”

“My turn,” Oses said eagerly, crashing down on the bed next to Betra. As always, he was careful not to touch the Imdiko. Betra’s getting better with his phobia about sensual contact with the Nobek, but a lot is still taboo.

My thoughts were far away from the complexities of the two men’s relationship. I had the bowl tipped over Oses’ generous helping of flesh in an instant, ready for Round 2.

I didn’t make the weapons commander bounce as enthusiastically as Betra, but he did his share of grunting and breathing hard. Oses did more than twitch too as I sucked greedily on him. This was one time I truly did enjoy being on top. From all the noise the Nobek made, he liked it just fine too.

“Just enough for one of you,” I said, checking my supply of chocolate once I had Oses cleaned off. “Who will it be?”

“Since this is a celebration for both of you, Oses can decide if he wants to come in your mouth, pussy, or ass,” Betra decreed. “If he chooses mouth, he gets the chocolate. If not, I’ll be more than happy to continue to be dessert.”

“Mmm,” Oses said, thinking about his options. “I find every inch of Shalia wonderful, and my cocks enjoy going wherever they can. However, I have prepared her sweet, tight ass for laxan. I can’t imagine letting it go to waste. You may have her mouth, Imdiko. ”

He grabbed cleansing wipes from my bedside table and made sure his cocks were free of all the chocolate I’d doused them in. I was pretty sure I’d gotten it all, but I appreciated that Oses wasn’t going to put things in me that didn’t belong. I have no idea if chocolate can cause a vaginal infection, and it was best to not test that, what with me being pregnant and all.

Betra grinned, apparently happy with the arrangement. “Is Oses’ plan acceptable to you, Matara?”

Gee, let me think. “Make room,” I said, shoving his legs apart so I could crouch between them. I poured.

Within moments, I had that Imdiko moaning again. I moaned along with him as I enjoyed chocolate-covered Kalquorian. Then I shivered as I felt Oses take up his position behind me.

I happily opened to the Nobek when his cocks nudged their careful way into my ass and pussy. Oses had stretched me well, but that man has substantial girth. He inched his way in, making sure the cries I made were those of pleasure and not pain.

My backside ached a little as it was coaxed into accepting loving invasion. However, I had a mouthful of chocolate-cinnamon heaven. Add in the smaller but still filling secondary cock rub all the right places in my pussy, and the small amount of discomfort was more of a delight. Sometimes I think I like anal penetration just as much as regular intercourse. Heaven knows after all the sex I’ve had with Kalquorians, I can’t imagine getting anything less.

At any rate, getting filled with Oses meant getting filled with the physical version of happiness. My senses were awash in pure joy as my head bobbed up and down over Betra and two cocks bobbed in and out of me. There was a celebration of pleasure going on inside me, a rejoicing that grew more riotous with each passing second. I matched Oses’ rhythm, rocking back and forth and fellating Betra in tandem with the Nobek’s pace.

Once I’d cleaned all that lovely chocolate from Betra’s dicks, I concentrated on sucking his primary cock while I pumped the smaller one in my fist. I was out of chocolate, but I still got to enjoy his lubrication, and he poured it for me. That was one aroused Imdiko. I peeked up at him to see him tossing his head from side to side, his eyes glazed with rapture. His prick kept spitting pre-cum into my mouth. Yummy.

Oses was thrusting faster, his gasps growing louder. I matched him stroke for stroke, moaning around Betra’s cock all the while as my pussy got that hot, ticklish, trembling feeling that meant I was closing in on the finish. Betra’s cries grew in volume and frequency as well.

We entered the homestretch, the need for climax whipping us into a frenzy. We lunged for completion as one entity, not three separate beings. Both men’s thighs flexed. Their hips strained towards me. Oses’ growl and Betra’s wail filled my ears as I burst through to nirvana. Cocks jerked and poured ecstasy into me as elation tumbled through my body. I screamed between swallows.

I have decided I want dessert with each and every meal from now on.