Thursday, February 28, 2013
Crap, what a day. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
After not really sleeping all night, I went with Mom to the rec area. Her regular minder, Weln, wasn’t there. This must be his first day off since we got here. I still felt she was in good hands with the four orderlies keeping tabs on her group. Then I went to see Dr. Dad. Begged for something to keep me awake today so I could get back on a regular sleeping schedule tonight. It was nice to see Nayun. I really should stop in more often and say hi. Lots of hugs and catching up, and for once I wasn’t in a crisis. Just really, really tired.
Nayun gave me a stim tab, which is way more effective than any pot of coffee I’ve ever drunk. I hung out with him, talking about this presentation thing for Nang. We bounced ideas back and forth for a bit. He had some interesting suggestions that I will use in my speech.
I went back to my dorm. Dusa had left a message that he and Esak had gotten back safe and sound. They planned to sleep today and asked me to visit tonight after Mom got to bed. Sounded pretty good, but I was kind of disappointed that I wouldn’t get more alone time with Dusa quite yet. Don’t get me wrong; Esak is an absolute sweetheart, especially for a Nobek, but my motor is running, if you catch my meaning. Gosh, I really am a nymphomaniac. I must be, especially since what happened later.
I worked for a couple of hours on the big presentation. Suddenly, Mom comes charging in through the door. She yells, “Shalia, tell this big, mean jerk I want to go to the party!”
The ‘big, mean jerk’ walks into our room. Commander Nang, no less. Well, knock me down with a feather, because I had no clue what the hell was going on.
So I asked, “What the hell is going on?”
“Red word, Shalia,” my mom warned, going back to my kindergarten days. “You owe me a dollar.”
I ignored her. “Why is my mother not at her activities?” I asked Nang.
He looked at me with the blandest look you could imagine. I couldn’t tell if he was pissed, amused, or constipated. In a tone just as bland as his expression, he said, “Matara Eve wandered away from her group when they went outdoors. The moment they discovered her absence, a site-wide alert was sent out. I found her walking along the travel path along the outer perimeter fence. She insists she’s been invited to a party outside the grounds.”
Damn it. I’m not about to blame Weln, but if he’d been on duty Mom wouldn’t have gotten loose. They need to clone that Imdiko so he can get a day off and mind Mom without interruption.
Nang’s face relaxed enough to show some warmth. “She’s not harmed, Shalia. We only lost track of her for perhaps fifteen minutes. I brought her back here because she’s quite insistent she wants to go, and I thought you would be able to handle her better than anyone else. I’ll be happy to take her back to her group if you prefer.”
I waved him off. “No, this is fine. When she gets one of these notions in her head, you have to wait for time to erase it. Thanks so much for taking a personal interest, Commander.”
He nodded. “I thought about what you said before. When we had that disagreement? I understand how much she means to you now, and I want you to know I’ll do anything to keep her safe.”
Mom grumbled, “I would be safe. All my friends are at the party. They’ll take care of me.”
“Go knit, Mom,” I told her. “It will be cold soon, and Esak needs his cap.” A wicked idea occurred to me. “Dramok Nang would probably appreciate one too.”
Nang looked at me in confusion. I gave him my biggest, most angelic smile as Mom peered at the top of his head.
“That’s a lot of skull to keep warm,” she muttered. “Better get to work on it right away to beat the first snows. Extra long scarf for that thick neck too. Why do you Kalquorians have to be so damned big?” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Red word, Eve. Shalia gets her dollar back.”
She stomped away and went rooting in her monster yarn stash.
Meanwhile, Nang moved closer to me. “How are you doing, Shalia? Are things any better?”
I thought about saying, sure, ever since I started getting intimate with one of your rescue commanders. I decided it was better to leave that little tidbit out though. I simply nodded.
“I’m doing all right. I’d like to start eating in the little private dining room rather than with the general population though. I’m not very popular in there. Can I do that without a Kalquorian escort?”
He nodded. “Just bring your identification. You’ll be cleared.”
We’d all started carrying little cards that the Kalquorians could scan to know who they were dealing with. It helped them know when someone had snuck into the academy grounds or had gotten into an area they weren’t supposed to be in. With two hostile gangs now being held on the premises and worries there were more of their groups perhaps looking to rescue them, I.D. cards had become a requirement. Of course the majority of Earthers here think we’re being registered and catalogued for everything from breeding slaves to scientific experimentation.
Nang startled me from my dim thoughts by stroking my hair. “You are also welcome to visit me in my office any time you wish. I often eat my meals there because there is so much to do. But I would certainly make time for you.”
I thought about the last time I’d gone to his office. I wasn’t remembering how upset I’d been about my mom crying or how mad I’d been when I left. No, my newly awakened libido was thinking about the erotic mauling Nang had done on me. How hot and excitingly savage he’d been. I got that molten feeling inside. He did look pretty good right now, all muscled and a little domineering. I remembered thinking how experienced his kisses were. It took all I had to not shiver in his presence, especially with him touching me. Yeah, it was just my hair, but thinking of those big hands all over me had stuff getting kind of hot and needy in my gut.
For a moment I wondered if Dusa would be hurt if I explored a little naughty territory with Nang. After all, Kalquorian clans are three men and they share one woman. Would Dusa be upset, thinking me a complete slut for checking other men out now that I know how good that sex stuff is?
Jeez, I am a slut. One night of sex, and I am Tramp Central. If other Earthers do decide to string me up for being a whore, I won’t have a defense.
“Thank you, Dramok Nang. I’ll think about it. After all, we will have to discuss the particulars of my presentation soon, and lunch would be as good a time as any,” I said in my most businesslike tone. I carefully edged away from him where he couldn’t touch me anymore.
His brow arched, but he didn’t say anything about it. He just gave me this knowing smile, like he understood where my thoughts were. Yeah, in his pants. That’s exactly where they were. But I’ve got more than enough drama with Mom and judgmental Earthers. I don’t need another excuse to find trouble right now.
Monday, February 25, 2013
I can’t sleep. I just keep thinking about what happened with Dusa last night. He had to go out tonight on an emergency call to help a mother and child who were confronted by yet another gang. I hope they’ll be okay. I hope he’ll be okay. Esak went with him. That poor Nobek gets no sleep that I can tell.
My sleep schedule is all out of whack. I woke up in time to meet Mom for dinner in the dining hall. As usual, I had to put up with the stares, catcalls, and general unpleasantness. The craziest thing about the whole situation is that I’m getting the most grief from the women rather than the men. You’d think there would be some sisterhood out there. I mean, surely I’m not the only one who was raped or blackmailed into having sex with Earther men before Armageddon. It seemed pretty damned rampant as far as I was concerned. One of the worst things about taking the new job and moving to this area was wondering which bastard would come after me next.
Well, to hell with the whole bunch, especially the Pageant Trio. Snooty bitches who made my mother cry, I hope you never get properly laid. I actually feel superior to them. Good heavens, sex with Dusa was amazing. Mindblowing. I can’t wait to do it again. Maybe he’s turned me into one of those nymphomaniacs. I can’t believe how giddy I am over the whole thing. It’s like Christmas morning and getting a present you hadn’t thought to ask for, but it’s the best thing you ever got.
I’m laughing at you, P.T. You stupid crotches don’t know what you’re missing. May your pussies remained cobwebbed forever!
I can’t wait to see Dusa again.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Dusa kissed me long and slow. My sated body suddenly wasn’t so sated after all. His fingers left the interior of my pussy and made large strokes all over my lower bits. The other hand caressed my breasts, bringing pleasant, soft waves of pleasure through me.
Meanwhile, his thumb settled on my clitoris and drew lazy circles around it. I moaned and writhed. His fingers, soaked from my juices, continued to play within my folds. Even my anus was in the path of his dancing fingertips.
A digit zeroed in on that most taboo of orifices. It drew a ring around it, the same as his thumb was playing all around my clit. I was a little uncomfortable with that kind of attention. If anything ranked as a monstrous sin in the old Church, it was anything to do with that particular body part. But it didn’t feel bad. Kind of arousing, in fact. Part of me wanted to make him stop. But when I thought of how he’d found that special place inside my pussy, how good that little experiment had turned out, I was willing to dare something a little naughtier. So I may no protest, simply letting him touch me there and absorbing the warm sensations that came from it.
He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded. “Yes, Dusa. I do trust you.”
His questing finger settled on my back entrance. It pushed, forging inside me, aided by my own juices. I gasped, not truly believing he was putting his finger in there.
“Dusa!” I wriggled, trying to get him out.
“You said you trusted me, Shalia.” He sounded disappointed in me, and that stilled my struggles.
“But -- but -- that’s the bad place,” I said. I sounded as immature as a five-year old, but I couldn’t help it.
“Not to my people,” he said. His finger had gotten all the way in, and it was twisting and moving around. It wasn’t a terrible feeling. Okay, it wasn’t even bad. But it sure was weird.
“Dusa, Earthers don’t like to do stuff with that part.” Damn, I was getting mad with myself for sounding so childish. “We do not stick things up our asses.” There. Much better.
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “If you and I are to be together, you need to be stretched.”
As if to underscore the point, he stuffed another finger in me. I was feeling really full back there now. Again, it wasn’t bad. Just strange.
Apparently, Dusa and I had very different ideas on what constituted sex. While his fingers rotated around, creating more oddly, pleasurable sensations, I told him, “Look, I’m willing for you to put your cock in my pussy. I am not prepared for you to shove it up my ass.”
“That’s why I’m doing this. I’m preparing you.”
“Dusa, you’re not understanding me. I don’t want you to put it up there. It’s unnatural.”
He snickered. “For someone who made vids about us to warn your people about our evils, you are terribly uninformed about the part that would have really scared everyone off. “
I scowled at him, trying not to notice that the pressure up my bum was actually starting to turn me on. “What are you talking about? I never claimed to have a clue as to what your kind really are.”
He grinned and dropped a quick kiss on my nose before rising to kneel between my legs. His fingers slid from my back end. “Shalia, there is one very important difference between Kalquorian men and Earther men. Before I show you that difference I’m going to ask you again; do you trust me to not harm you?”
I frowned at him. He was making me nervous. On the other hand, I was missing his weight on my body. I was missing his touch too. And I really, really wanted another orgasm. Plus I did trust Dusa.
So I told him so. He nodded and raised up on his knees, unfastening the waist of his towel skirt. He pulled it free and tossed it aside. Then he waited for my reaction.
My first thought was that I was so nervous I was seeing double. Because he had two erections. Two. Two tapered cocks, bullet-shaped. Not side by side, but one under the other. I blinked hard to make one go away. But when I opened my eyes again, there were still two cocks. Two big, hard, brown cocks.
Oh hell. Now I knew why he had prepared my butt. The underneath cock ... the smaller one ... was meant to go there. I’d thought sex with just one was a trial. Now I had offered myself to a man who possessed two.
It was bad enough Dusa was double-donged, or whatever you’d call it. The front cock, the one obviously meant for my pussy, was bigger than any prick I’d ever seen before. How could he not hurt me with that thing? Suddenly I was crying again.
Dusa leaned forward and kissed me all over my face, murmuring, “No Shalia, it’s all right. Don’t be afraid. It’s okay.”
“You’ve got two! And they’re big! It’s going to hurt, Dusa. It has to!”
“No, no. Maybe a small ache at first, but I will be very careful. Very gentle. You will like it, my pretty. I promise.”
I wanted to believe him. After all, the other men had not been gentle. They’d simply shoved in and fucked me hard until they’d spilled. The only kindness was that most of them were quick. I knew Dusa would be as tender as he promised, but he was so damned huge.
“I’m scared. I want you to be happy too, but you’re too big. I can’t take something like that.”
He continued to kiss me. “We’ll go very slowly. You’ll have plenty of time to adjust. And if it is truly too much, I will stop.”
I blinked at him, rivers streaming from my eyes. “You will? You really will stop if I ask you to?”
Dusa smiled at me. “Of course I will. How could I possibly enjoy it if you do not as well?”
That settled me a little. He cared about my liking what we did? That was definitely a new development. No one else had ever given a shit.
Dusa chuckled. “Silly girl. Sex is no good unless we both find pleasure.”
I had personally known nearly half a dozen men who might differ with him on that. But Dusa’s attitude made me want to attempt it more than ever.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll try.”
His eyes narrowed. “I wish you felt more enthusiasm for having me joined to you. Shalia, do you know about my fangs?”
I nodded. “Kalquorians use them to inject an intoxicating venom into their enemies to incapacitate them. To subdue them.” To rape them as well, according to the official government mantra.
“We also use them on our lovers. Earthers find the effects to be euphoric. It makes your kind relaxed and aroused with the right dosage.”
“Oh.” I thought about that. I didn’t want to be frightened, and I thought I was too tense to not make any attempts at sex a cataclysmic failure. “Doesn’t it hurt to be bitten by one of you?”
He smiled sweetly. “For a brief moment. We have a mild anesthetic in our saliva that quickly numbs the pain.”
Well that didn’t sound so bad. I was willing to try anything that would make sex with this twice and overly endowed Kalquorian bearable. “I think you had better to bite me then.” I bit my lip. “I do trust you, Dusa. But I’ve never really liked sex with anyone. It’s never been very nice for me.”
He got a sad and angry look in his eyes. “It’s time that changed then. Turn your head, my pretty. Tilt your chin ... good girl.”
I could feel Dusa’s breath against the side of my neck. A moment later, two stabs of pain pierced me there. I caught my breath, but just as he had promised, the agony ended almost right away. I lay there with his mouth wet against my skin and waited to not be scared anymore.
At first I didn’t think anything was happening. Then I felt soft curls of warmth in my head. There was a sense of glowing in all my limbs and stomach. I got floaty and mellow. I became very aware of Dusa’s body touching mine. I suddenly thought, we’re both naked. And that brought a surge of excitement that had me arching up against him. I could feel him hard, hot, and wet. Afterward, I discovered Kalquorian men lubricate much like we women do. A slick substance that smells something like cinnamon sweats out of the pores of their cocks.
He pulled his fangs free and licked where he’d bitten. “Now you’re ready for me,” he whispered.
I moaned my agreement. What had been terrifying moments before -- that idea of being doubly penetrated, or gored -- was only enthralling now. I wasn’t simply prepared to open myself for his carnal pleasure. I was eager for it.
Dusa shifted, lifting one of my legs so it hooked over his elbow. He lowered himself, his sexes moving against mine. He held them in one hand, positioning them to enter me. My breath caught to feel that hot, wet hardness at my pussy’s entrance.
Watching me carefully, Dusa pressed against me. Into me. With that tapered tip instead of the Earther flared cockhead, he slipped in quite easily. A surge of passion stole my breath. It wasn’t hurting. It actually felt delicious. That is the perfect word for how it felt to have Dusa enter me. Delicious. Then the smaller cock butted up (ha-ha, pun intended) against my butt. It started going in.
Another maelstrom of sensations I can’t begin to describe. Crazy, gorgeous fullness. My free leg was kicking because the pleasure was overwhelming. Dusa grabbed it and put it over his elbow, same as he’d done with the other. I was pinned beneath this mammoth Kalquorian, held down and open as he slowly pushed his cocks into me.
A burning ache bloomed in my ass when his girth exceeded the stretch of those tight muscles. I whimpered. “Dusa?”
My lover stopped immediately. “It’s okay. We’ll give you a moment to adjust,” he said and leaned in to kiss me.
His concern made my already drugged brain even fuzzier with adoration. My Dusa was keeping me safe, just as he’d said he would. I’d been right to trust him. Meanwhile, I was adjusting. Better than that, I was getting hotter than ever for his lovemaking. I wanted all of him in me. I wanted him to take me. Hell, I thought I’d go insane if he didn’t.
So when he pushed deeper into me and it got to the point of soreness again, I didn’t make him stop, at least not right away. The bit of pain seemed to kind of feed the excitement. Crazy, I know. There was something about being at the mercy of this big, strong man, a man who could easily take whatever he wanted even if I’d fought him. The thought of it kind of turned me on. Which made no sense, given how I’d been in this very position with men who actually did take me against my will, and I hadn’t liked that at all. Maybe it was the venom in my system? I don’t know. All I can say is that with Dusa, it was arousing.
The pain finally reached the point where it wasn’t so much an aphrodisiac. I said, “Wait.”
Dusa paused and smiled down at me. “Almost there. If you push out against me, it makes it even easier.”
“Really?” I was surprised. “I’d think it would do the opposite.”
“It opens you up. Try it when you’re ready for me to continue.”
After a little while, I felt able to go on. I pushed, just like Dusa said, and he really did move more easily into me. Suddenly we were there. He was all the way inside me. It ached and burned a bit, but it didn’t hurt enough to make me want to stop.
“How are you, Shalia?” Dusa was very still, waiting for me to take stock of the situation.
Stuffed. I felt so thick and full with him that it was hard to think. Euphoria spun webs in my brain. I’d done it! And I liked it. I could feel him against that crazy-to-come spot again. I knew once he started thrusting for real, the pressure would be amazing. My heart hammered with anticipation.
“Good,” I moaned. “Amazing.”
He chuckled. “I am so happy to hear that, my pretty girl. You feel wonderful to me as well.” His eyes went a little unfocused. “Maybe too wonderful. You are so tight and warm. “
My body was demanding he get to making it happier. I tried to move against him, but he had me buttoned up pretty tight, what with my feet in the air and his weight holding me down. I pawed at him, and a part of me was shocked to hear me beg to be fucked.
“Please, Dusa. Please. I want you.”
He kissed me again. “Yes, Shalia.”
His hips moved back, sliding all that wonderfulness through my body. I moaned at the friction, though being emptied was not a good thing to my ardent sex and ass. But Dusa pressed back in, and oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. He found the hot spot, and my toes curled in reaction. A thousand times yes to that sweet, slippery ache. Then there was another sensation as he reached the end of me, a shock of almost painful elation. I cried out.
Dusa slid out again, and he pressed in a little faster, a little harder, hitting everything I liked. “Tell me if it is too much,” he ordered.
I don’t know if I answered him. I was buried too deep in carnal bliss. All I knew was I wanted him to keep going, maybe even harder and definitely faster. My body blazed with need.
Dusa shoved in and out of me, driving me with more power and speed. He was gasping, and his eyes were nearly black with his kitty-cat pupils swallowing the irises. His fangs were down too. He looked like a lustful demon, come to steal my soul with his brutally beautiful body and amazing ability to seduce. I hung onto his shoulders and gave myself completely over.
He braced his hands on either side of my head, rolling me up into a ball. The shift in position had me acutely aware of pressure on my anus and clit. He pounded into me then, our bodies making loud slapping sounds as his groin slammed against me. I’d heard the sound before, and it had always meant hurt and shame. Now there was only elation and that building inner flame that promised nirvana in the end.
We gasped in concert, our bodies spiraling upward as we chased ecstasy. Dusa’s muscles stood out corded, his beautiful face beginning to show the strain. My gut was heavy, full, needing just a little more to start that gorgeous avalanche. Just a little more...
Dusa reached between us and seized my swollen clit. “Come, Shalia! Come!”
It hit, that blinding white burst of paradise, seizing me and bursting me wide open. It was stronger than the first one and almost violent. I seized and released, seized and released, until my body could no longer manage the vicious spasms stealing my senses.
Dusa had fallen over me, groaning. I felt his cocks pulsing inside. Filling me with his pleasure. I shivered to know he was coming inside me, a bit of him becoming part of me.
It was a long, lovely night of lovemaking. Not once did Dusa truly hurt me, though he did give me a playful swat or two on my very well-loved ass. The little bursts of chastisement, brought about when I acted bratty, were in fun. The sting of it only fed my continuing ardor.
We finally dressed and he walked me back to my dorm. I was starting to feel a little sore, and Dusa promised to drop off some pain inhibitor on his way to his shift. The sun was just beginning to send the first rays of light into the world when I got in. Just in time to get Mom up and send her off on her day.
To say I’m exhausted would be putting it lightly. But it’s a happy exhaustion. I never knew sex could be like this. I’m off to bed now, and I hope my dreams are filled with making love to Dusa.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Oh boy. I don’t even know where to start except to say that I had sex with Dusa!!!!!!!!! And it was amazing!!!!!!!!!
Wow. Just wow. If I had known it could be like that, I would have run to him the first time I ever saw him. Would have flung off all my clothes and jumped on him right then and there in the middle of the street.
Exactly as I’d planned, as soon as Mom started snoring, I went out to find my sweet knight in black formsuit. I’d learned where he and Esak are quartered earlier. It was a bit of a walk, but it wasn’t too hot for a change. I wasn’t standing in a puddle of sweat when I got there, at any rate.
So I knocked on the door, another dorm in another building reserved just for Kalquorians. He answered a moment later and stared at me. His hair was wet, running like black ink down his naked chest. He wore this thing that looked sort of like a towel made into a skirt low on his hips. It only went as far as to the middle of his thighs, so I was looking at a whole lotta Dramok. My mouth dropped so far open I was surprised it didn’t bounce off my toes. He was all muscle; damp, shiny muscle. I assume he’d just showered.
I never saw him move. The next second I was in the room with him, and the door was slamming shut. Then I was in his arms, and we were kissing and kissing like we were long-lost lovers.
Between kisses, he kept moaning my name over and over. “Shalia. Shalia.” Like he couldn’t believe I was there. Hell, I couldn’t believe I was there. But I was damned glad to be.
He was pulling at my clothes, and I was all too aware of his hot, naked skin moving against mine. My blouse and skirt were gone as if by magic. Poof! Yours truly was down to her bra and panties. The bra didn’t last long either.
Dusa laid me on the one bed in the room. I had an instant to think about there being only one bed for two Kalquorian men, but seeing Dusa standing over me made such thoughts kind of fly away. I did manage to ask, “Where’s Esak?”
“Still on double shifts.” Dusa looked me over and groaned. His towel skirt was tenting pretty tremendously too. “Shalia,” he said for the millionth time.
He sat on the edge of the bed. His hands settled on my upper chest, just above my breasts. He had such a warm touch. His hands slowly stroked down, moving that heat until I was arching into his palms. Feeling him touch my breasts, warming them, rubbing them gently ... I’m getting wet all over again just remembering.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
I reached up to touch him too. I traced my fingertips over all those hills and dimples of his body, mapping muscle none of the other men I’d ever touched had possessed. His shoulders and arms and chest were chiseled as beautifully as any statue ever carved. It was a revelation. Dusa’s body was like granite, all hard with strength. Yet his skin was as soft as velvet. I’d never felt anything so decadently sumptuous before.
Meanwhile he caressed my breasts, testing to see what I liked. His firm grip made me gasp. Tracing the areolas with a calloused fingertip wetted by his mouth had me squirming. Gentle pinches of the swollen tips made me whimper his name. Every sensation bolted from his touch down to my pussy. For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to have real sex, penetration and all. I could kind of feel my heartbeat down there, just surging and getting stronger all the time. And hot, like Dusa’s hands.
He bent down, his mouth opening to take me in. So wet. So gentle, kind of like how I imagined a baby might suckle. Definitely not as overpowering as when Nang sucked my breasts. I’m not sure which way I liked better, but at that moment, Dramok Nang was nowhere in my thoughts. It was all Dusa, sucking so tenderly and teasing me with the tip of his tongue.
I wrapped my arms around his head to trap him there. It felt so good. My insides were melting like butter over a hot skillet. He obligingly moved back and forth between my breasts, making me groan and writhe all over the place.
Then he reached behind his head to grab my wrists. I made some protesting sound, not quite remembering how to form words. His eyes were dark as he looked at me. For the first time since I’d met Dusa, he actually looked a little dangerous. I had the weirdest reaction to that stare. A moment of sheer terror stabbed through my chest. At the same time it was like a spear of pure need plunged into my gut. Caught off guard by the whole thing, I let him pin my arms to the bed.
“Lie very still, now Shalia,” Dusa told me. His voice was deeper than usual, kind of growly like he was more animal than man. “I want to make you feel good, but you must let me have control.”
He wanted to make me feel good? I’d never felt this good with a man before. I couldn’t imagine it feeling any better than it already did. Boy, was I ever in for a surprise.
Dusa stood and moved to the foot of the bed. He reached forward, his fist closing around the top of my panties. His gaze held mine the entire time, and I couldn’t look away from that stare. It was as if I was hypnotized. He slowly pulled my underwear down, making me naked.
I didn’t like sex, so I don’t know why the heat in my stomach surged as he peeled the wet fabric from my pussy. More than ever I thought how much I wanted him inside me, as ludicrous as it seemed.
Dusa stripped my panties away. I could hear them tear with a soft purring sound as he forced them off my body. Then they were gone and I was utterly exposed to him.
He climbed up on the bed, pushing my legs apart so he could kneel between them. He finally released me from that fierce gaze to look at my sex. He licked his lips and a groan fell from them. “Sacred Mother of All,” he breathed.
He kind of fell on me. Not a real fall, but he went down awful fast. I didn’t have a chance to realize what he was doing until his mouth was on me down there, licking and sucking at my juices like a man dying of thirst.
I had an instant of shock. No one had ever done such a thing to me before. It’s supposed to be dirty, and the men who’d had me before had certainly not put their lips anywhere near that area. Despite their insistence on shoving their cocks in me, I had the distinct idea they found a woman’s sex to be disgusting. I kind of had that notion myself, so Dusa going oral was not something I’d expected.
Then I felt that rough silk tongue stroke over the folds of my flesh, and every thought was blasted from my mind.
How can I describe the sensation of Dusa’s mouth on me? So many words come to mind now, some that contradict each other. Raw. Animal. Soft. Sensual. Ecstasy. Agony. Bliss. I could fill pages of a book and never scratch the surface of how it truly felt.
I don’t think Dusa missed one bit of me there. And when his tongue found that little bud of flesh at the top of my slit ... oh. I nearly jumped right off the bed. It was like delicious lightning blasting through my pussy. Okay, so I don’t know how lightning can be delicious. But how the hell do you describe what he was doing to me? It was crazy. I yelled and jumped a mile.
Dusa grabbed me and held me down. He was all over my clitoris at that point, holding my thighs against his shoulders with my legs kicking up in the air over his head. I couldn’t get him off me, and the lightning was hitting so hard it almost hurt. My insides were twisting and turning and flipping inside out. I couldn’t breathe for the pressure, and I was desperate for it to pop, like a balloon.
Dusa relented just as I thought I would rip his hair out of his head. I had big handfuls of it and I was holding on for dear life. Then I felt pressure at my entrance. I tightened up and froze.
Dusa stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. “Shalia? What’s wrong?”
I didn’t know how to answer him. Everything he’d done felt spectacular, but feeling his fingers there wanting to go into where others had used me ... it made me feel scared.
I opened my mouth, thinking I’d tell him some of that. What came out was, “Don’t hurt me.”
He blinked. “Shalia, I would never harm you.” A frown crossed his features. “Who did?”
“All of them.” My insides were still rioting, but I was near tears. I wanted to be with Dusa, and I trusted him. So why was I so afraid?
He slowly rose up and moved so his face hovered over mine. “Hush, sweet Shalia. You have nothing to fear from me.”
His mouth lowered onto mine. Needing the reassurance, I opened to his kiss and tasted something strange. Sweetish, salty musk. It took a moment to realize it was my own flavor on Dusa’s lips. It was definitely startling, but not gross. Not dirty or disgusting. It was me. Fascinated by this discovery, I relaxed into the embrace.
I felt his fingers moving against me again, easing their way into my sex. I stiffened again, and he paused. Breaking the kiss, Dusa looked me in the eyes. “Easy, Shalia. Relax. Trust me.”
I bit my lip. Surely sex with my sweet Kalquorian wouldn’t be any worse than the others. After all, I actually wanted to be with Dusa. So I took a deep breath and made my body go lax beneath his.
“Good girl,” he praised, and I warmed to hear the approval. His fingers crept deeper inside, aided by the flow of juices that my attack of nerves had not dammed up in the least. Even so, he was careful. Not hurting me.
“Okay,” I said. “I’m okay.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling him or myself.
“That’s right. You’re perfectly fine. Just keep looking at me. It’s not any of the others. You know I’ll take care of you.”
All the while Dusa spoke, he kept filling me, his two fingers going deeper, deeper, until his palm met my pussy. The heel of his hand brushed my clit, and slivers of pleasure ran through my groin. He stopped there and waited, giving me time to assess the situation.
I felt not too full, certainly not like when it was an actual cock ramming in and out of me. Not uncomfortable either. I thought it was kind of ... right.
Dusa kissed me again, his tongue twining all about mine. Meanwhile, his fingers slid out and in, out and in. Smooth and easy. Slow and careful. More of my tension fled. It was even starting to feel kind of good. He began to apply tender pressure to the front of my sheath as he worked my accepting flesh. There was a warming sensation in one particular spot, and my hips raised a little. I wanted more pressure there. I shifted and...
And BOOM. There was a surge of the most intense pleasure that I’d ever known. I yelped right into Dusa’s mouth.
He broke the kiss and smiled at me. “Did you find something you like?”
“What ... what was that?” I gasped. Cause I sure wouldn’t have minded more.
“Why don’t we find out?” Dusa asked. He moved his fingers inside me, applying more force than before. His fingertips found that hot spot again.
It was like a thunderclap of excitement. I arched beneath Dusa in reaction, my heels digging into the bed. I held onto his shoulders, sure I would fly apart in little pieces. I yelled.
“That’s better,” my lover chuckled. “Much, much better.”
I couldn’t answer because Dusa was thrusting against that place where I felt like molten lava. His palm brushed my clitoris with every stroke, adding to the mini-eruptions that made me seize inside. I moved against him instinctively, my body driving harder and harder as the sensations only grew stronger. I had no control. I wasn’t even sure of what I was doing. I only knew it felt tremendous and felt better every moment.
“Good, Shalia. Let it happen. Don’t fight it.”
I had no idea what he was urging me to do. All I knew was how amazing he was making me feel. Pleasure continued to mount steadily, and I was gasping for breath. I felt like I was reaching for something, trying to attain some goal, some ephemeral peak of this all engulfing bliss that was seizing me.
And then there was a flash of brightness that started from my sex. I hovered in the breathless space of an elation I can’t even begin to describe. It billowed forth, suffusing the all of me, taking away my awareness of everything but an incredible paradise of feeling. Next came a tremendous release of all tension, sweeping outward, leaving my body for the briefest instant before gathering inside my belly for another pulse.
The spasms happened over and over, slowly dwindling in strength until I realized I was still on Dusa’s bed, lying beneath him as he gently kissed the whole of my face. “Good, Matara, good,” he murmured, like a proud parent praising his child.
I slowly realized what had happened. I had experienced orgasm, one every bit as tremendous as what the men I’d been with had felt. Perhaps more so. I lay there, catching my breath as the sweet convulsions slowed, leaving me feeling warm and complete inside.
I stared at Dusa with wide eyes. “That’s never happened to me before,” I whispered.
Warring emotions flitted across his face. He looked proud and happy and upset all at the same time. His eyes were unnaturally bright. He swallowed and said, “I am glad I was able to give you your first. But I am sorry you’ve had to wait so long to experience it.”
I fought to gather my still-scattered thoughts. “I had no idea. That was incredible.”
“Ready to do it again?”
I looked at Dusa, my brain stuttering to a halt. “Again?”