Monday, July 22, 2013
Yesterday’s clanning ceremony was very nice. Let me see if I can remember all the details, because it really was kind of a blur. Earther attacks be damned. The booze at the celebration party afterward flowed quite heavily, thank you.
First of all, it took place in a pretty park area with a small pond, right here at the Academy. The Canadian geese have begun their southward migration, so there were a few paddling in the most picturesque way around the pond ... poor geese! It made me sad to know they’ll be dead in a couple of years what with the radiation that’s going to get into the air and water and soil.
Oh, enough of the depressing thoughts. Anyway, the grass was green, and the pond twinkled under the sun, thanks to the ripples provided by the doomed birds. There was a Kalquorian priest wearing three layers of robes: cobalt blue on the bottom, then a silvery-gray robe. Topping them was a flowing white robe so blameless it looked like the essence of purity. A braided brown lash tied it at the priest’s waist. He was barefoot, which I thought had to be uncomfortable given it was kind of chilly. He seemed pretty unaware of the nip in the air though. You’ve never seen such a serene expression as what this Imdiko wore on his slightly lined face.
His hair was this incredibly glorious cascade of midnight black, reaching all the way to his ankles. The hair just in front of his ears was braided. There were a few strands of silver here and there that gave him an almost shimmery appearance. He didn’t look quite real to my eyes. After the ceremony, Dusa introduced me to him. His name was Eromi.
Weln was gorgeous, as he always is, but a little more so. He wore knee-high brown boots with black fur trim. His black trousers were well fitted. He wore a tunic-like tan shirt with metallic embellishments around the neck and cuffs of his long sleeves. His long hair was braided down his back, pulled away from his very happy face. It was only then that I realized I’d never seen Weln in anything but his green orderly outfit of loose trousers and a tunic. Or naked. Wow, did he clean up nice.
During the ceremony, he stood between Dusa and Esak. Esak wore his black armored formsuit uniform, with black dress boots polished to a high sheen. Even with his head shaved and scarred, he was still a fine sight. He stood tall and proud, his expression one of a man who was well pleased with life. His eyes never left Weln for the entirety of the ceremony.
Dusa wore his formsuit and dress boots too. He also wore a cropped jacket of midnight blue with black braiding at its tall collar. He looked at his two clanmates for the most part, but his eyes found mine a few times. He smiled, but there was some gravity in his expression. I suppose it was because he was the clan Dramok, and taking on a new member is considered a great responsibility to the leader. He seemed happy but serious.
I’d say about 40 Kalquorians attended, most of them about the ages of Dusa’s clan. Nang had been invited, but he sent his regrets. Dad showed up with his clan, so I finally got to see his Dramok and Nobek. Mature Kalquorians, they both had a dusting of gray in their long hair. Dramok Bitev is in charge of acquisitions for the site, and Nobek Rak’s current duties include heading up the guards who keep an eye on the incarcerated Earthers.
“So this is the Earther daughter of my clanmate,” Bitev said with a smile. His features were too coarse to be handsome, but he radiated kindness. I liked him on sight. “I am glad to finally meet you, Shalia.”
“You’ve been talking about me, huh?” I gave Dad a big, fake frown.
“Only in the best possible way,” Rak reassured me. His looks were aristocratic with a long nose and sharp chin. He looked like a friendly shark, if such a thing is possible. But even the most civilized Nobeks look like something predatory and hungry. I’m getting to where I can identify the breed just by their faces.
“You’ve had a great many adventures,” Bitev noted. “Nayun keeps claiming you’ll make him entirely gray-headed before he’s two hundred years old.”
“Trust me, I’d rather not,” I said in my blandest tone possible. That cracked them all up.
“Shalia has a gift when it comes to attracting trouble,” Dad sighed. “As much as I’ll miss you, my daughter, I can’t wait for you to go to Kalquor where you’ll have less opportunities to do so.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t jinx me, okay? The instant we think I’m safe, that’s when the worst kind of calamity will show up.”
Mom was there too. Her right eyelid was only at half-mast, but she seemed fascinated by the goings-on. She wore a lopsided smile the whole time she was there, which was through the entire ceremony and the beginning of the Kalquorian equivalent of a wedding reception. I’d put her in a pretty yellow dress, and one of the Imdiko orderlies had fixed her hair in a complicated braided updo. I’d watched the big, muscled orderly named Gim arrange her hair with the most deft fingers you can imagine, feeling jealous that the best I could do was brush my growing mane and tuck it behind my ears. As soon as he was done with hers, he offered to do mine.
“Really? You don’t mind?” I said, feeling little-girl excited at the prospect. I really wanted to have my hair done, a much-missed indulgence.
“Not at all, Matara,” he answered. He smiled at my delighted squeal and set to work.
So Mom and I had matching hairstyles. I wore a green dress cut just right to flatter my figure, something Dusa had managed to find for me a few weeks ago. I’d been saving it for the day I was leaving Earth, as it seemed such a momentous occasion deserved something special. I’m glad I got to wear it for a happier day instead.
Candy attended the ceremony too as my friend and secret helper. Along with myself, she, Nayun, and a couple of the medical staff I’d gotten to know were all wearing discreet vid recorders on our collars. They were no bigger than my little toenail. The idea was I’d edit together all the recordings of the ceremony and after party and give the finished vid to the boys as a gift.
Candy was as wide-eyed as a kid in a toy store. She managed to be quiet for a change, not wanting to miss a thing. I was envious she’d done her own hair, which was caught up off her face to cascade down the back of her neck in blond ringlets. Still, Gim’s styling outdid hers so I wasn’t too jealous. Her blue dress matched her eyes, and there were plenty of Kalquorians in attendance watching her. That woman is not going to have any problems attracting a clan. I sure wish I could do cute and bouncy. Still, Dusa’s clan never gave her a second look so I didn’t feel too overshadowed.
Obviously the ceremony was in Kalquorian, but Dad’s clan translated a good bit of it for me. It started with the priest talking about the history of the clans, which started with a long-ago emperor, his two closest friends, and the woman they loved. He went on about how they put aside jealousy over the few women left for the good of the Empire. There was some other stuff about the joys of being a part of a clan, how one could look forward to years of reliable companionship, the strength of the bonds, so on and so forth. Then he went over the responsibilities of the clan members to each other. I didn’t miss how Dusa listened to this part closely, nodding from time to time. I though how lucky Esak and Weln were to have someone like him, a man who didn’t take being their Dramok lightly.
Then Weln spoke. I guess he was making vows kind of like how we would in Earther marriages, except these weren’t Church proscribed one-size-fits-all promises. His seemed to come from the heart, in which he swore he would care for his clanmates, hold their comfort and happiness above all others, and treasure Esak’s protection and Dusa’s leadership.
Then Esak did the same, though my strong and silent Nobek sweetheart didn’t talk for very long. He vowed to keep Weln safe, to protect him from all dangers, that kind of thing. Last came Dusa, who promised Weln his welfare would always be foremost on his mind, his voice would always be heard in clan matters, and a bunch more of the kinds of things a leader would say. It was sweet and heartfelt, and not at all what I’d ever imagine a bunch of muscle-bound Kalquorians would say to each other.
Then the priest asked the rest of us to acknowledge the new Imdiko of Clan Dusa, which everyone did with a yelled, “Vofrek!” I thought that must be ‘yes’ in Kalquorian, but Dad said it actually translates as ‘always’. Since clanning is a permanent arrangement, it seemed like a logical response.
Then we had a party. Nang had released a decent amount of the alcohol supplies for the – nuptials? – in honor of Clan Dusa. It seems this is the first clanning ceremony to take place on Earth, so it deserved a big to-do. We even had some beer and wine, courtesy of the Academy’s abandoned on-site bar.
So there was drinking and food and, heaven help us all, lemanthev music. Candy was a hit, especially after she howled along with Weln for one song. I was hysterical as she yelled, in completely perfect rhythm with the pounders, “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing/I can’t speak Kalquorian/So plug your ears and scream with me/Pretend I’m good, everyone!”
Dad’s clan laughed so hard at her howling debut that they had tears rolling down their faces. Even Nobek Rak clutched his ribs, doubling over. The priest was forced to lean against a nearby tree to stay on his feet. It was hilarious. We all cheered Candy’s efforts wildly. After that, she remained surrounded by admirers for the rest of the party. Apparently a girl who howls is prime Matara material, at least among Dusa’s age group.
We ate. We drank toast after toast to Dusa’s clan. I’ve never been to such a party. After maybe an hour, I caught Dusa grinning at me.
“What?” I asked, blinking. My lips were going a little numb.
“You’re swaying, Shalia. I think you’re enjoying the celebration.” His arm went around my waist, perhaps to steady me.
“I am. The question ish, are you enjoying it?” I grimaced as I realized I had begun to slur my words.
“Very much.” He leaned close. “We were thinking of leaving a little early to properly celebrate our new clanmate. Would you like to be a part of that?”
I looked to see Esak and Weln standing close by. They were watching me and grinning too. Apparently, tipsy Shalia is very entertaining.
I considered the three. “Let me think. Hmmm. Will you be taking advantage of my less-than-sober condition?” At least that’s what I tried to say. It came out, “Will you be takin avanchech of my lesh-an-sober connishun?”
“Absolutely,” Esak chuckled.
“You can count on us, my pretty one,” Dusa said.
“Okay. But I’d better not be disappointed since you’re making me leave a really good party.”
“We guarantee your happiness.”
So we slipped off to Casa Clan Dusa. I had to concentrate really hard to not stumble around their quarters.
“You guys need to put in for a bigger bed,” I noted. Three Kalquorians on a double? No freakin’ way.
“We’ll use the floor. There’s plenty of that,” Weln said. There was a sadness in his eyes, and after a few moments, I thought I understood. Dusa and Esak weren’t going to be around long enough for them to bother getting a larger bed.
Weln and I weren’t given much time to mope with the realization. Dusa turned to his Imdiko. “Tutlito tolp,” he said, which sounded like so much gibberish to me. “As my new clanmate, I give you choice of position.”
Weln’s eyes grew large at that. All grief had been magically erased. “Oh,” he breathed. “Front, my Dramok. But do you think she can—?”
“If properly prepared. The wine has made her very relaxed, which will help.” Dusa’s face had gone a little dangerous, which made me excited enough to puddle my panties. “I like how the dress I gave you looks, but I think I’d rather see you without it,” he told me.
I lost no time fumbling with the dress seams. “I can do that.”
“Please, let us help.”
“What nice guys,” I teased as big hands unsealed the closures, letting the dress fall to the floor. Bra and panties were peeled away to leave me naked.
Three big, strong men lifted me up and laid me on the too-small bed. “I thought you said we were going to do it on the floor?” I asked.
“We’ll get there,” Dusa said. He stroked my pussy. “Wet already. Good girl.”
“Always ready to please,” I sighed, falling under the spell of caressing hands and mouths. They weren’t wasting any time when it came to touching me all over. Dusa was already pumping into my sex with two fingers, his thumb brushing my clit. I groaned and arched beneath the assault.
It was especially good to have Esak back to seemingly full strength. His mouth found mine, and I moaned as he eagerly kissed me. He tasted of the whiskey-like kloq, spicy arousal, and pure male. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trading tongue strokes as if I’d devour him.
Weln’s mouth was busy too, sucking hungrily on one of my breasts while his hand treated the other to an erotic mauling. Waves of pleasure flowed from every point of contact, making me slick for Dusa’s pleasuring. My hips jerked as he added a third finger to my depths. I matched his rhythm until I was fucking his fingers rather than vice versa.
Dusa’s fingertips collided with my interior hot spot, making me cry out in Esak’s mouth. My feet thudded against the bed’s surface as I kicked in reaction. A gentle nip from Weln’s teeth brought a brief spark of pain that almost immediately turned to pleasure. I writhed beneath the three men, helpless and happy to be that way.
“I think we’re ready to move to the floor,” Dusa said a few minutes later. His fingers slipped out of me. The other two withdrew too, leaving me gasping and reaching for them.
“Primary only to start,” Dusa told Weln. He grabbed my ankles and tugged me to the end of the bed. I blinked. When had he taken his clothes off? For that matter, when had they all gotten naked? Sheesh, I’d been out of my mind with enjoyment. No way I was that drunk.
Weln picked me up. “Put your legs around my waist,” he invited.
I did so, feeling his twin prods branding my underparts. I wriggled, more than ready to have him inside. He chuckled at my enthusiasm and carefully kneeled on the carpeting. With one arm holding me, he reached beneath me and positioned himself to enter.
I groaned as he filled me. His cock traveled deep within, hitting that magic spot to make me warble like a bird with the sweetness. It was so good that at first I didn’t notice his rear cock hadn’t gone into my butt. Instead, it slipped between my ass cheeks, leaving a slick trail.
Weln moved carefully, not only in and out, but grinding in slow circles as well. The sensation was incredible, and I completely forgot to mention the lack of rear entry. He kissed me with sensual slowness, tasting every bit of my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, twining mine around it. Damn, it felt so good to be loved the way that Imdiko was loving me. Like a connoisseur enjoying a gourmet dinner with fine wine. I don’t think any of them has ever taken me in such a delicious way.
“Try it. Carefully.” Dusa’s voice was right in my ear.
I was about to ask him what it was I was supposed to try when Weln withdrew almost all the way, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me. I didn’t like the loss one bit, and I whimpered a protest. Weln smiled sweetly at me, his hand working beneath me once more. Then pressure was renewed and I sighed, happy to welcome him back inside.
The thickness forging into me was more than before. This time it stretched me almost harshly as Weln pulled me down and angled his hips up. I gasped.
“Stay relaxed, Shalia,” he whispered. “A little at a time so you can adjust. Just relax.”
Relax? It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him when was the last time he took two dicks at once, but I had forgotten how to talk. All I could do was stare into his face with wide eyes as he crept slowly up inside me.
I moaned as my body fought the stretch. Weln paused. “Easy,” he coaxed me. “Breathe. Relax.”
Fingers stroked through my hair, and I became aware of Dusa and Esak kneeling on either side of us. Despite the ache in my loins, arousal spiked to see them there, to have them watching what Weln was doing to me.
Dusa’s smile was at once encouraging and gently determined. “You can do this. This and much more. Deep breaths, my pretty one.”
If they wanted it, I wanted it. I wasn’t sure Weln wouldn’t split me in half, but I nodded and concentrated on my breathing. Little by little, my body eased to the point where Weln’s double thicknesses were almost comfortable.
“Good girl.” All three men kissed my face, rewarding me.
Weln pressed deeper again, going slowly until I said, “Wait! Please, just a moment.”
“Nearly there,” he reassured me, stopping.
“Let go of the tension, Shalia,” Esak coached me. “You’re doing it. You’re going to make it.”
“Trust us to take care of you,” Dusa added. “We won’t let you be hurt.”
Twice more Weln had to stop and give me time to adjust. At last, the Imdiko sighed and smiled at me.
“All the way in, my beauty. You did it.”
From the pride in his voice, you’d think I’d managed to run a marathon. Even crazier, I felt a rush of pure pleasure at having made him happy.
Damn, I was full. Stuffed to the brim with Kalquorian cocks. The stroking hands of the three men gentled me though, and after not too long, I was perfectly fine with being crammed tight.
Then Weln started stroking in and out. He couldn’t move fast or much, but oh my gosh. The thick friction moving through me hit EVERYTHING good. My head fell back, and I yelled at the ceiling. The thunderclap of bliss radiated from my womb all the way up to my skull. I kicked and clawed.
Deep, masculine chuckles greeted my reaction. “Does it feel good, Shalia?” Esak’s voice rumbled in my ear.
I yelled again. My innards were corkscrewing tight, heading to the breaking point as Weln kept thrusting. My vision was full of bright purple eyes and white-toothed smiles set in dark faces.
Dusa shifted around so he was behind me. Without missing a beat, Weln rose up on his knees. I felt the clan leader pressing up behind me. The burning heat of his front cock against the tight bud of my anus.
“Can’t,” I gasped. “Too much!”
“You can,” Dusa assured me. “Earther women who have joined clans have done it. Just relax and trust us.”
I trust Dusa with all my heart and soul, I truly do, but I didn’t think this was possible. I grabbed hold of Weln’s shoulders and tried to pull myself off the two cocks embedded in me and the one slowly inching its way inside. The trouble was I was trapped between two very strong men who were holding me still.
“Shalia, calm down,” Dusa chastised me. “Is it hurting?”
Well no, it wasn’t hurting, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. I was crammed full and they were trying to put more in. I suddenly realized how a turkey must feel at Thanksgiving with all that stuffing going up where its butt used to be.
“You can’t fit all that in me,” I squalled. “You’re both as big as bulls and I’m too small!”
“I’m already halfway in.” I couldn’t tell if Dusa was breathless from laughing or because he was enjoying the tight fit. I’m betting on hilarity.
“You are?” Maybe I could do this then. But I had to have a good reason since it was just so ... weird. “Why are you so determined for this to happen?”
Weln stroked my hair. “It is tutlito tolp. Ultimate possession.”
He said it like that should make the matter crystal clear. Obviously, it didn’t.
“What are you talking about?” I hissed as the first real pain sizzled up my backside. Dusa immediately halted his inward journey.
Esak was the one who answered me. “When a woman gives herself to the three men of a clan like this, it shows she trusts them with her well-being. It is very meaningful to the men that she surrenders herself in such a way.”
I thought I was getting a glimmer of what was happening here. “I can’t clan with you, because you haven’t had the three male members in the clan for a year. So this...”
Dusa finished the statement. “This is the closest we can come to declaring you as our choice for Matara, though it is not possible. It is something we all want very much.”
The emotion in his voice could have broken my heart. He loved me. I knew it in that moment. Maybe Esak too, given the sadness on his face. Weln and I hadn’t been close enough for long enough to make that call. But even he looked a little misty at that moment.
It was more than sex or a crazy position to brag about to their friends. This tutlito tolp thing meant a lot to them.
Who was I to deny them on Weln’s official clanning day? So I relaxed for a moment. Only a moment, because it occurred to me that I didn’t know where Esak’s equipment was supposed to end up.
“Um, you know I can’t take two up my butt, right? I mean, there’s trust and then there’s insanity.”
They burst into laughter, chasing the sadness away. “Shalia, Shalia,” Dusa gasped between guffaws. “You are already crazy.”
Weln laughed so hard he had tears streaking down his cheeks. “Dusa’s anal cock stays out, and Esak gets your mouth.”
I grinned, relieved to see them all feeling better. “Just so we’re clear on that.”
The time we’d spent discussing how many and where had given me time to adjust to three cocks. Good heavens, it looks crazy written down here. But I did it. With time and care, I ended up with the Triple Cock Crown.
It still wasn’t so comfortable. I had the idea I wouldn’t get anything out of this encounter; it was just too much. But for my boys, I was willing. I wanted them to have something to remember me by.
With Dusa fully seated inside me, Weln slid outwards. It was a relief to feel him go, plus the toe curling pleasure of him rubbing so hard against that interior spot. There was good stuff to be had after all, it would seem. Then he shoved back in me. As he did that, Dusa slipped out. Okay. Definitely good stuff. With that rhythm established of one exiting as the other entered, I was feeling that heady rush of ecstasy again. My head fell back on Dusa’s shoulder and I groaned. I rocked between them, getting fucked like I’d never been before. Fire blazed in my belly, turning me hot and molten.
Firm fingers closed on my chin and turned my head to the side. Two big cocks floated in front of my face, and I opened my mouth. The larger one on top zeroed in, spreading my lips wide as it entered. I moaned around Esak’s primary prick, sucking on his juices thirstily.
He gripped my face between his hands. His hips rocked, filling my mouth with iron heat and withdrawing until only the tip remained. I lashed it with my tongue until it drove in again.
Okay, NOW I was being fucked like I’d never been before. I held onto Weln’s shoulders as the men heaved and bucked and drove against me. It seemed to me I was the steady rock of the group, absorbing their passion, making myself their center. Through me this new clan was joined and made one.
Their gasps and moans filled my ears as they worked to realize their union. I opened and gave them everything I had, bonding them together with me. I realize it may sound corny, but that was how it felt. It was like the earlier ceremony with its fine words and vows had only been the beginning of the actual ritual. This was when Weln was actually made a member of the clan ... and me too, if only for a fleeting moment.
While we were like that, I was Clan Dusa’s Matara, in everything but lawful recognition. It was a beautiful instant in time.
I went first, screaming against Esak’s rigid cock. A moment later Weln’s shouts joined in, his cocks throbbing as he emptied into me. Dusa and Esak came at nearly the same moment, filling my ass and mouth with their sweetness. We jerked and thudded against one another, ungainly in our desperate, sated pleasure. Someone bit my shoulder. I know I clawed flesh where ever my fingernails could find it. We sanctified our union with blood and semen, a violently passionate draught.
It was with great care that the men disentangled themselves from me several minutes later. Before the endorphins could cease their work, Weln dosed me with pain inhibitor. Himself too, as he was covered with deep scratches from me.
“Good thing you were prepared,” I sighed as Dusa worked to clean up the tiny bit of blood his teeth had drawn. Weln had bitten him much harder, nearly taking out a chunk of the side of the Dramok’s neck.
Esak grinned. He’d come out the most unscathed of the bunch. Other than the scratches I’d torn into his thighs, he was right as rain. “It’s our clanning day,” he told me. “It would be stupid to not lay in a supply of first aid.”
Kalquorians. What wonderful brutes they are.