Thursday, April 28, 2016

September 6, part 2

When I heard Oses’ growly voice answer my com I said, “Tell me you’re not working past your shift. I’m in need of a big, strong Nobek.”

“I’m on my way,” came the blunt answer.

I closed the door between my sleeping room where Anrel dozed and the sitting room. My clothes went flying as I readied for Oses’ arrival.

I was still in my underwear when he stepped in. “Holy smokes, did you run all the way?” I said with a breathless laugh.

“The situation sounded desperate,” he grinned. “Did you see something you liked on the space station?”

“Just the shortest, tightest pants in the universe,” I tossed my bra off as he moved towards me. “You need a pair like those.”

“You don’t.” He grabbed the waistband of my panties and tore them off my body. Glory hallelujah. “Who has the baby?”

“She’s in the next room.”

“I guess I’ll have to put something in your mouth to keep you quiet then. Down, woman.”

I sank to my knees before him, my insides quivering in anticipation. I bowed my head though I rolled my eyes upward to watch Oses pull his pants open. He revealed two big veined cocks, eager for my mouth. I licked my lips and opened.

Oses grabbed the back of my head forcefully while pushing his front cock up and out of the way. He slid the smaller rear one into my mouth, making me take the full length with a grunt.

I swallowed, refuting the gag reflex that wanted to come. Oses withdrew slowly, his eyes dark as he watched his shaft emerge from my mouth. His fingers tightened against my scalp. I crossed my wrists behind my back, submitting to his desires.

His mouth opened, showing his fangs. My pussy spasmed to see him animalistic with need. I rubbed my tongue over the underside of the departing prick, knowing how sensitive he was there. He growled at me and swung his hips forward again, filling my mouth full of cock once more.

He pumped back and forth, feeding me with his smaller length over and over again. I gloried in the delicious assault, feeling his strength, tasting his sex. How I love being Oses’s to enjoy! I could have knelt there forever, letting him fuck my mouth. I felt like I’d been born for this pleasure alone.

His length gave a jerk and he hissed. He pulled free of my eager devouring and looked about the room. “The table,” he choked out and gave my hair a careful pull.

I followed his prodding to the low table that sat before my lounger. Oses gave me the illusion of brutal control in that he tugged me by the hair to the furniture. However, he kept his pace slow as I walked on my knees beside him, making sure he didn’t hurt me by dragging me where he wanted me.

Even when he’s rough, he’s tender in his way. I adore that about him.

He pushed me facedown onto the table. The hard surface supporting me was cool against my bare breasts and belly. His rough hand moved from my hair to press between my shoulders. The other hand caressed my buttocks, massaging deep into the muscle. I moaned.

I was rewarded with a smart slap to the right ass cheek. I yelped and the left side got a share of punishment too. Then two thick fingers plunged into my pussy, shoving in and out with little finesse and a lot of energy.

“Oh! Oh!” I whimpered, mindful of the sleeping baby in the next room despite the growing thrall.

“Hot, wet pussy,” Oses murmured. “Did you like getting your mouth fucked, pet?”

“Always,” I groaned, my toes kicking at the padded floor as he thrust hard and fast inside me.

“And your ass spanked?” Oses’ fingers left me to deliver a couple more blistering smacks to my butt.

“Yes, Master,” I gasped.

His fingers shoved back in me. “I know you love having this pussy fucked. My tongue, fingers, or cocks; you love them all, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I said to the rhythm of his working hand.

His fingers pulled out again, and I got a few more exciting whacks to my butt. The hand between my shoulder blades moved to grasp me by the back of my neck, holding me in place while Oses knelt between my legs. I sing-songed a wordless welcome as I felt his larger cock burrow against my pussy.

We were both slick with excitement. Oses slid inside me with no effort at all. Hell, I was so eager for him, I think my crotch might have damn near sucked him inside. His smaller cock rubbed my clit and my guts clenched at the burst of sensation.

He drove against me steadily, his groin pounding against my still throbbing ass as he took me. Held down by that hand gripping my neck, I could only lay there as he fucked me. My feet drummed up and down on the floor as bliss climbed higher. I made a loud cry and bit my lips together as I remembered Anrel in the other room.

Oses grunted softly as he pushed deep inside and drew out again. “I’m watching my cock spear your helpless little pussy,” he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. “Take it, pet. Take every bit of it. You have no choice. Take my cock and like it.”

Oh, that evil man knows what trips my switches. Making me powerless and then reminding me of it ... I was lost to his power. I whimpered under the delicious assault, succumbing to his greater strength.

“That’s right, pet. I’m going to fuck you every which way I want, and then I’ll fuck you some more.”

With that, Oses pulled out of me, leaving me empty and needing. Before I could voice my dismay, he picked me up and tossed me like a ragdoll onto the lounger. I landed in pliant softness, my limbs sprawling.

Before I could recover, Oses came storming around the table. In an instant he was crouched over me, shoving my legs wider apart so he could stuff his cocks in my pussy and ass. Then he pounded in me again, that hard, punishing rhythm beating within two sleeves.

While he fucked me like a pile driver, he mauled my breasts. His hands groped and his voracious mouth sucked. The big man curled over like he had the vertebrae of a snake between getting his face on my chest and shoving his dicks in me. I would have been impressed except I was too invested in enjoying getting laid. What talent that man had.

Heated pleasure sizzled from all parts of my body. I loved the rough way Oses took me, the energy and focus and pure physicality of it. I writhed and kicked beneath him, pleasure arcing higher with every stroke of his sex, every squeeze of his hands, every nip of his teeth. Good glory, he rode me like a man possessed.

Arousal billowed thick, making me clamp down on his driving cocks. A rumble came from deep in his throat at the constriction, and he slammed harder than ever into me. Ecstasy stabbed deep into my gut. I arched beneath him with a muffled cry. My legs wrapped around his ass, encouraging him to take me harder than ever. Chills and flashes of heat chased each other through my limbs as ever-increasing excitement grew heavy in my belly.

Oses left off my breasts. His lips planted over mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth. I opened to him, eager for every intrusion he offered. I tasted him; a delicious musky flavor that tasted of man and beast. My head whirled.

Oses stood, taking me with him. Still skewered on his sexes, I was zoomed across the room towards one wall where no furniture stood. At the last possible second, Oses slowed down. He pinned me to the wall with strength, but he didn’t slam me there.

He started that demanding pistoning of his hips again, making me move up and down the wall at my back. His mouth found mine again to demand kisses so intense I couldn’t breathe for seconds at a time. My arms locked around his neck with the same strength that my legs circled his buttocks. He pounded against me, making my ass thud against the wall. Heaven help my neighbor if she was home.

Trapped between hard Kalquorian and immoveable wall, the inner fire consuming me banked higher than ever. Oses’ hunger for sex was as exciting as the act itself. All that brute power and insistent need fed the arousal. It was every bit as intoxicating as the deep kiss that stole the oxygen from my lungs, as the feeling of his body plastered against mine, of my clit rubbing sparks against his groin, as the cocks that plumbed my channels with aching friction. Every hair on my body felt as if it stood at attention. Electricity must have been snapping from my fingertips and toes. My stomach twisted as rapture dug in tight.

Oses moved me again. I found myself perched on the edge of a shelf attached to the wall, mementos of my trip knocked to the floor. The new angle allowed Oses’ larger cock to rub just right inside my pussy, and molten thrills raced up my spine. I inched ever closer to detonation. Exhilaration grew exponentially with each thrust. I felt culmination latching onto me, dragging me into its hungry embrace. My whole body clenched, readying for destruction.

Before it hit me, Oses swung me down to the floor. He got on top of me, his bulk heavy on my body, holding me down as he rutted like an animal. Blanketed by Nobek, I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I closed in on the end, and my entire being flung wide to welcome it.

Oses grunted, the sound halfway between man and animal. His head strained back, letting me see the expression on his face. His features were stark, as feral as I’d ever seen him as his rhythm quickened. It excited me, this wild, almost crazed look. His groin beat a constant tattoo of thuds against me, sending explosive shocks of heated excitement through my entire body. He drove me ever forward towards culmination. The tendons in his neck stood out. His mouth yawned wide in a soundless howl. He fucked me harder and faster than ever, making the piercing rapture a constant scream within my cunt.

I detonated, bliss pouring through me in a violent burst that would not end. My body seized, unable to let go of the elation erupting right to my very soul. I hung there on that torturous outpouring of pleasure for an eternity.

Then the monumental climax washed from me, leaving small seizures of delight in its wake. I found myself laying on Oses, who gasped as his cocks throbbed steady pulses of release within me.

“Did we make it?” I asked when I was able to talk again. “Did we mark every last surface in this room?”

“Missed the table by the door,” he managed between huffing breaths. “We’ll have to try again later.”

That sounds like a worthwhile goal.

Monday, April 25, 2016

September 6, part 1

Hmm. I might have to look on my lottery list to find out if I have any potential clans enlisted in Kalquor’s ground troops. Today was certainly an eye-opener.

The Pussy ‘Porter has stopped at a fleet station for our most desperately needed repairs. It’s a military facility, not a fun stop-off like the station in Adraf space. We’re bouncing off the walls with our end destination so close though. The transport is still a mess. So we’ve been granted shore leave to get a change of scenery. As long as we stay out of secured areas, we can roam around Rel Station all we like while we’re here.

“It’s not going to have dance clubs or stores with clothes and gifts or anything like that,” Betra warned his group before we were turned loose on Rel. “It’s a fleet facility where our destroyers and fighters come for supplies and train ground troops on the protocols they face on board our ships.”

Megan waggled her eyebrows. “Ooh, are we talking young Nobeks?”

“You’ve moved on from Clan Dabil already?” I asked.

“Had to. They were too sweet, especially Tep. I was afraid I’d get attached.”

Betra sighed. “Yes, there are many young Nobeks training here. Very impulsive, very excitable, very physical Nobeks. Just the way you ladies like them.”

He was answered with squeals and women nudging each other with lecherous grins. Betra rubbed his hand over his face with resignation. Hey, what did he expect? It was shore leave and a lot of the women with their now awakened sexuality needed new blood. I was one of the few who kept to her favorites.

So off we went, ready to explore the space station. I took Anrel along because I didn’t have anyone else to sit with her. Having her with me would also keep Betra and Oses from thinking I was on the prowl. I wasn’t, but I knew there would be a lot of entertainment in watching the rest of my Matara shipmates.

I was right. The station was as cold and functional as Betra had warned us it would be. With all the astonished fleet officers and training ground troops staring at us – and being openly ogled in return – no one cared that there were only two drinking lounges, a custom weapons dealer, a dining hall, and a gym to check out. Most of us settled in the lounges. The fleet personnel who were in there wasted no time vying to buy rounds of drinks for us. I politely declined since I was bouncing my baby on my knee.

Anrel got a lot of stares from the men. They were fascinated with her, probably because they’d not seen any babies in a long time. Particularly one that had mostly Kalquorian attributes. I saw men nudge each other, whispering and pointing at my little girl.

We watched groups of young soldiers run past the lounge in formation, mostly Nobeks. They wore the tiniest, tightest shorts. I’d seen Larten in such a pair of shorts, and I thought he looked better than any of the young ones. None of my shipmates had seen my beau, so they didn’t know what they were missing. The young trainees in their shorts set off a lot of yells and whistles of appreciation from my lusty sisters. More than one man nearly tripped over his own feet to see a bunch of females cheering them on. Anrel blinked at the noise and then yelled too, joining in the excitement.

Candy laughed after the first group of men ran by. “Careful Shalia. Your daughter is already on the hunt for a sweetheart!”

“No way. I’m going to ask the Temple of Life to establish a convent where they swear to celibacy. She’ll be the first member,” I joked.

Another group of nearly naked men jogged by, and Candy whooped louder than ever. “Hey, handsome! When are you off duty?”

I snickered. “Which one are you calling to?”

“Any that will answer me!”

I laughed, but those men were yummy to watch. Good night, where did they get those skin-tight shorts? And how did they get them on in the first place? I didn’t ask the obvious question that all the other ladies were no doubt wondering; how hard would they be to peel off those taut, muscled buttocks? Yow.

Despite my disinterest in sleeping with anyone besides Betra and Oses ... at least until I reached Kalquor and could get my mitts on Clans Seot and Aslada ... I couldn’t deny the eye candy had an effect on me. Acres of muscles on display gets a gal’s motor running.

Many of my fellow Earthers started disappearing on the arms of fleet personnel and ground troop guys not training during that shift. When Candy sidled off, I decided it was time for Anrel and me to go back to the transport. My baby girl was yawning in anticipation of her nap. As for her mother, sleep was the last thing I wanted to do. My mind was full of muscled shoulders, wide chests, carved butts, and dual cocks outlined by tight material. Damn, those young Nobeks were incredible. I was seriously hot and flustered.

I put Anrel in her crib and watched her drift off. Then I checked the time and grinned as I made my way to my com.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

September 4, part 2

I’d arranged to com Clan Seot after lunch. Now that we can talk in real time, we like to take advantage of it.

I was a couple minutes late connecting to their frequency, but I’d had to change Anrel’s diaper. I tried to hurry through it, but she was so cute that I had to take time to give her kisses. She squirmed nonstop, determined to roll over. Busy baby.

Finally I was seated on the floor with Anrel, feeling my tummy get all squirmy the way it always did when I was about to see Clan Seot.  They flip my switch.

The instant the vid of the three delicious hunks popped up, I gave them a frantic wave. “I’m sorry I’m late!”

They smiled at me, each man sinfully gorgeous in his own way. Hunky Seot, adorable Cifa, and sexy Larten. They make me believe the prophets love me and want me to have nonstop sweaty sex.

Yes, I am going to Hell. But if that road is paved with Clan Seot, I will skip straight down.

Cifa, who has younger siblings he used to babysit, was the first to speak. “Babies and children will always make you late. But that is okay because you are worth waiting for,” he cooed to Anrel. “Oh, you too Shalia.” He winked to let me know he teased.

I laughed with the other two men. Clan Seot is always busting each other’s chops. I was apparently now to be included in that.

“By the ancestors, woman, what have you been doing to your arms?” Seot’s tone was admiring.

I looked at them, confused as to what he was talking about. I wore a tank top, so they were bare. “What? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing. Look at the muscle you’ve got now.”

I huffed a disparaging breath, though I was secretly pleased. My arms had gone from sickly little sticks to toned in the last few weeks. I don’t want to give credit where it was due though. My former trainer was persona non grata. “Please. You guys have the arms. Boy, do you have the arms.” I ogled with a lascivious leer.

“You look amazing,” Seot asserted. His gaze ran up and down my body. He was just as overt in his appreciation of me.

“Gorgeous,” Cifa sighed.

Larten had said nothing thus far. “The Nobek remains silent,” I joked. “He is not so easily impressed.”

The dangerous-looking brute cocked an eyebrow at me. “If you were here I’d throw you down and show you how good I think you look,” he said, one corner of his mouth sliding up to give me an evil smirk. “Words would not be necessary.”

I pretended horror, covering Anrel’s ears. “Larten!”

He grinned, unrepentant. His usual slightly sinister look softened as he looked at the baby. “Speaking of strong women, look at this one pushing herself up.”

“She is!” Cifa was always delighted with all things Anrel. This time was no exception. “She’ll be crawling in no time. What a big girl you are, Anrel.”

“The two of you are finally thriving,” Seot said. “What was this report I heard about you taking on an entire squad of Tragooms though?”

“Oh no,” I groaned. “Trust me, the story has been exaggerated to a ridiculous extreme. I didn’t fight an entire squad by myself, and I made so many mistakes I shouldn’t be alive to talk to you. I had more luck than skill.” On the heels of that, I realized my humiliation kept me from showing proper appreciation to one of the men who deserved thanks. I told Larten, “One of the things I did do right was the trick you showed me when facing a bigger opponent. That definitely saved my skin.”

He beamed with pride. “I am glad, Shalia. Did you blood your knife?”

I’d never heard that phrase before, but the meaning seemed clear. “Twice.”

“Yes!” Larten howled, making Seot and Cifa wince. He pounded his feet in quick succession, and I recognized the rhythm of an ancient Kalquorian tribal dance. I had a moment of fear that he would slap the snot out of his Dramok or Imdiko, as that usually happens during such displays.

Instead, he straightened with the happiest smile I’ve ever seen a Nobek wear. Seot and Cifa chuckled at him. Then the Dramok turned to me. “How many Tragooms in total did you kill, Shalia?”

I cringed. I didn’t want to tell him the number. It was embarrassing, more an admission of stupid luck than any real skill. But Seot has a way of looking at me that doesn’t brook any hemming or hawing. When the man asks a question, he expects an answer.

So I told him, “I was credited with 14.”

Cifa’s jaw dropped in comic shock. Larten’s grin got bigger, though it didn’t seem possible it could. However, Seot nodded, his expression serious though gentle. “Quite the count. You are to be commended.”

“Commended?” Cifa spluttered. “She deserves the rank of commander.”

“Shalia doesn’t want a lot of attention for this matter, as much as she warrants it.” Seot’s tone held a hint of warning for his clanmates. “She’s ready to move on and leave that part behind her.”

I heaved a breath of relief. With just a few short words from me, my Dramok beau understood how I felt about the matter. He got it without me laying it out. I could have kissed him for his understanding ... but then, I could kiss Seot just for standing around and looking gorgeous. Still, I was grateful to him for shutting the conversation down.

To underscore that, I asked Larten, “You do the historical demonstrations? Are you part of that ancestor appreciation society?”

He’d gone back to his dashing and slightly dangerous look. “I am. I can trace my lineage all the way back to Itness, father of Princess Gamrec and slayer of The Big Boot during the War of the Breeds.”

My knowledge of Kalquorian history is next to nil. Most of what came out of Larten’s mouth might as well have been spoken in Adraf for all I understood. It was clear this was a matter of pride for the big guy, so I nodded and made impressed sounds.

“It’s good you know your ancestry,” I said. “I have no clue about anyone in my distant background except a little about my grandparents.”

“Tradition and honoring our ancestors is good. Thinking about you getting here soon is even better.” Larten gave me a looking-over to let me know his plans for our future.

I wagged a finger at him but couldn’t keep the naughty grin off my face. “Do I need to cover Anrel’s ears again?”

The rest of our conversation settled into tame catching up, however. While Clan Seot gives me all sorts of dirty thoughts, it is nice getting to know them outside of rampant lust. I know I like these guys. I know they’ll be a good fit for me and Anrel already. Still, they do have some pretty heavy competition from Clan Aslada. I also worry I’ll need time to get over Betra and Oses before I can truly commit to a clan.

Clan Seot tempts me to jump in headfirst, but I’m going to be smart about this. For once, I’m going to think things through.