Monday, July 29, 2013

November 2



If Candy is the ‘Bluebird of Happiness’ then I suppose I would be characterized as the ‘Crow of Despair’.  She did her best to lift my spirits yesterday, but it seems I’m the one bringing her down to earth. 

I spent the night before with the boys.  They pulled a bed in from an unused dorm room and slid it right up against the one already in their room to create enough space for all four of us to share.  They made love to me very carefully, very gently.  They acted as if they were afraid I’d break apart despite the clean bill of health from my shaken dad.  That was fine because I felt emotionally fragile.  I knew the strong bodies surrounding mine were not real protection, not against people determined to kill, but I hid in the fantasy anyway.

Morning came much too soon.  Dusa and Esak starting working on what they needed to pack to take with them to Atlanta.  I couldn’t handle listening to their plans.  On top of the explosion, it was just too much.

I made the excuse I wanted to borrow clean clothes from Candy.  Despite my ever-present Nobek guard, Weln accompanied me to her dorm building.  Maybe he couldn’t stand to watch his clanmates pack either.  He left me with Candy, mumbling something about checking in with the daycare bunch though he’s been given time off due to clanning and his clanmates leaving.

Candy acted thrilled to see me.  “Get in here!  You know what?  I’m going to run you a nice, hot bath.  You’re going to soak and relax.  I’m going to trim your hair ... look at those split ends!  Oh, I’m going to do your nails too.  When you look good, you feel good, that’s what I say.”

I stood in the middle of her room, so much like the one I’d had.  And I cried.  I cried and cried and cried.  Candy crooned to me, hugging me, and patting my back.  “It’s going to be okay,” she reassured me over and over. 

I finally finished crying, having run out of the energy to continue to do so.  Then, feeling empty and tired, I let Candy take care of me.  I was like a life-size doll for her to play with.  True to her word, she ran me a bath.  I was at least allowed to wash myself, but the rest was all Candy.  She trimmed my hair, styled it nicely, filed and buffed my fingernails and toenails, put a little makeup on me, and found pair of trousers and a blouse that fit rather well.  Through it all, she kept up her bright chatter, determined to keep me from moping too hard.  Little by little I recovered much of myself, though the deeper sadness remains.

She sent me out to have lunch with Mom.  Dusa, Esak, and Weln joined us, and we spent much of the afternoon there.  Mom made knitting motions with her good hand, and I gently reminded her she needed both hands to knit.  It’s just as well that she can’t.  All her yarn was lost in the building collapse.

I spent last night with the boys again.  This morning, Weln decided we needed to go on a nice picnic, so he and Dusa have gone to the kitchen to get the makings of that while Esak has a checkup in Medical.

Dusa and Esak leave tomorrow.  I am fighting with all I have to not waste today in tears.  I want to enjoy every last moment we have left.  Crying will no doubt come, but it will have to wait.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

November 1



Well, All Hallow’s Eve was appropriately evil for me.  I think the Church would have approved me getting into some trouble.  At least I’m alive.  That’s what I keep reminding myself.

The Academy suffered another attack.  This time the Earthers on the outside launched a rocket at us.  Yeah, I’m talking big boom, and wouldn’t you know it landed on the path not too far from my dorm?

I was on my computer, putting the finishing touches on editing Clan Dusa’s clanning ceremony, feeling pretty darn good because it turned out so nice.  Those lapel recorders really did do the trick.  Suddenly there was a kind of whining sound, then a huge BOOM.  Everything around me shook with the force of it.  I fell right out of the bed where I was being lazy.  Good thing too, because if I’d been working at the little dining table by the front of the room, there might not be a Shalia to note all this down.

That’s where everything caved right the hell in.  The wall just flat out crumbled before my eyes, and then I got moving, so I didn’t see the whole collapse.  I ran, still clutching my computer though I wouldn’t realize it until later.  I jumped into the tub in the bathroom.  I’m not sure why, except isn’t that what they tell you to do if you’re caught in a hurricane?  Anyway, that’s where I ended up, huddled and screaming as the world shuddered violently all around.  Everything went dark and finally stopped shaking after seconds that felt like hours.  I could still hear the ceiling over me groaning, and I realized there were more rooms on the floor above mine.  I screamed for a little while, convinced the whole shooting match was about to fall in on top of me.

Even though I couldn’t see anything, I realized the collapse in the front had sent a bunch of dust flying.  That’s what got me to stop shrieking like a hysterical banshee, because you can’t go all damsel-in-distress when you’re coughing your lungs out. 

I crawled out of the tub and went feeling around for a towel or washcloth.  I found the small hand towel hanging by its usual spot next to the bathroom door and felt around until I had the sink’s faucet running.  I wet the towel and put it over my nose and mouth.  That helped with the choking at least, and I managed to calm down.

I bumped my way out of the bathroom.  There was no light at all.  It had been beaming in through the window only seconds before, but now I was blind in what seemed to be an eternal night.  Meanwhile, the ceiling kept right on groaning, like it was a damned soul in torment.  I really thought it was going to collapse right on my head at any moment.

I stumbled back into the bathroom.  I noticed a small green light in the tub area, and recognized it as my computer’s power indicator.  It was then that I realized I had brought it with me.  I headed for that tiny spark of illumination, sobbing like I’d been given the keys to heaven.  Being in pitch black fucks with your head, especially when you don’t know how bad the situation is.  I was happy to see that tiny dot of green.

I re-activated the vid, which had apparently shut down when I made my wild dash to the bathroom.  It sprang up, illuminating a shifting tide of dust in the air.  The picture showed a frozen moment of Esak and Weln looking at Dusa as he recited his vows.  Seeing the boys, even through the haze of particles, gave me a shot of courage for some reason. 

I could at least see the bathroom now, and it remained whole.  The ceiling in there showed no sign of damage despite its many complaints.  Holding the computer so that the vid floated in front of me, I left the room.

The whole front of the main part of my dorm was a pile of rubble, right up to the edge of the bed I’d been lounging on.  While I watched, a chunk of ceiling came down to land smack in the middle of the bed.  Oh man, this was bad.  I knew I was in big trouble. 

The back of my room butts up to the back of another room on the other side of the dorm.  I had no windows, no doors, no way out.  All my escape routes had been at the front of the room ... the now-destroyed front of the room, where stuff was still shifting.

So of course I did something stupid.  If you set aside moments when I huddle in bathtubs and scream like a girl, I’m not the kind of woman that waits to be rescued.  I lay the computer on the floor, well back from the pile of debris.  I ventured forward slowly, trying to keep an eye on everything as I searched for some way out.

That bit of bravery ended rather quickly when another, bigger chunk of ceiling fell and grazed my shoulder.  I yelped and jumped back, then screamed and jumped again when something beeped right next to me.

It was my com beeping for attention.  Willing my speeding heart to slow down before I dropped from a stroke, I picked it up.  Clicking it on, I breathlessly said, “Yes?  Who’s there?  I need help.”

Nang’s voice was possibly the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard in my life.  “Shalia, thank the ancestors.  We’re right outside.  Are you hurt?”

“No.  Nang, I can’t get out.”

“I know.  The entire front of the building has collapsed, and your room is blocked.  The whole thing could crumble at any moment.”

“And here I thought you’d be giving me bad news.  Thanks for the uplifting message.”  I was pissy, but it beat being a crybaby.

“Shalia, go to as far back in your quarters as you’re able.  We’re going to have to clear this out as fast as we can before the entire thing comes down.  The machines are arriving now, so we’re getting to work right away.  Hang in.  I’m not going to let you die.”

You know, it’s incredibly hard to be strong when your life is hanging by a thread and someone promises he won’t let that thread get cut.  I was suddenly bawling my eyes out.

“O-okay,” I sobbed.  Stupidly, I said, “I’ll be here.”  Duh.  Like I was going to be anywhere else but that tomb.

“It’s okay, sweetling.  I’m on my way.”

When the machines started clearing the front of the building to get to me, Nang was forced to click off.  We couldn’t hear each other over the noise.  So I waited, sitting in the tub again.  What the heck, if I was going to die, it beat my body being found sitting on the toilet.  Meanwhile I stared at my still vid of Dusa’s happy clan, listening to the sound of crashing bits of debris, screeching of the building supports, and ominous thunder of falling building.  It only took them fifteen minutes to clear a way through, but it felt like fifty million years.

At last the room beyond the bath brightened with sunlight.  I switched off my computer and hugged it to my chest, scrambling out of the tub.  I crept out to look into what had so recently been my bedroom in time to see Esak dart through a large hole where the ceiling used to be.  He dropped to the floor, his eyes were wide and his lips pulled back in a snarl as he came until he saw me standing there.

Relief made him sag all over for an instant.  “Mother of All.  Shalia, I was so scared for you.”

I dashed into his arms, crying again to feel his strength.  He held me tight for a moment and then picked me up.  “Let’s get you out of here.”

He boosted me up to the hole where both Dusa and Nang waited to haul me out.  A moment later I was outside, still alive and well.  Nang carried me away from the half-demolished building while Dusa helped Esak out.

“All the rooms are clear, Commander,” someone told Nang. 

“Good.  Keep everyone away from that building until we can take it down safely.  What about that rocket?”

“It detonated fully and is no longer any kind of threat.  Fortunately, it went halfway into the ground before going off, which kept the effects of the explosion from being worse than it was.”

Dusa and Esak hurried up.  Nang was still cradling me in his arms, and the two men looked uncertain.  I thought perhaps they wanted to snatch me from the commander, but with him outranking them, I guessed it wouldn’t be a good thing for them to do.

Fortunately, Nang wasn’t a jerk.  He handed me off to Dusa with the instructions, “Get her to Medical and have her checked out by the doctors.”

“Yes, Commander.  Right away.”

There was a tremendous crash at that instant and I yelled, thinking another rocket had found us.  Instead, it was the dorm collapsing into a heap.  Dusa clutched me so hard to his chest that he actually left bruises from his fingers digging into my skin.  I had come within seconds of dying.

As Dusa was carrying me to a shuttle, Matt King rushed up to the scene.  He gasped to see the carnage.  “Shalia!  You weren’t in that building, were you?”

“Yeah, I was.  They got me out though.”

“Thank God.  Was anyone else hurt?”

“Shalia was the only one there,” Dusa said a little impatiently.  “I’m taking her to Medical right now.”

“I’m okay though,” I reassured Matt, who looked ready to fuss over me.  “They just want to make sure.”

“Of course, of course.  I’ll check on you later.  Thank God no one was killed!”

He hurried towards the Kalquorians gathered around the blast site.  It was nice to see him so concerned.

I checked out as perfectly fine, of course.  Dad was almost embarrassingly thorough in the examination, insisting on deep tissue contact scans to reassure himself I was in one piece.  Weln showed up to hover too, then Candy came running in, screaming my name at the top of her lungs.  Even after we told her I was perfectly fine, she carried on in near hysterics until Dad threatened to sedate her for a week.  Now she’s insisting I move in with her until we leave for Kalquor.

Last night was spent in Dusa’s quarters.  To top off an already messed up day, we found out he and Esak will be leaving in three days.  Weln’s transfer has still not been verified, though Dusa refused to let anyone worry over it.

“Shalia is alive.  We will be happy because of that.  Nothing else is important,” he told his clanmates.  They nodded in agreement, though Weln looked a little lost.  I don’t blame him.  I’m glad to be alive, but I really don’t look forward to losing my boys.

I really can’t write anymore about this right now.  It hurts too much.

Monday, July 22, 2013

October 29



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.

“Promise?”

“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.