Monday, May 29, 2017

December 18 (part 3)

Seot was still aroused, his cocks standing at attention as he lounged with the rest of us on the cushion-covered floor.

“You poor man,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

“Take it easy for a little while. Relax. You were really out of it, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“But look at you. You need attention.”

“I’ll get my turn.” He grinned and winked. “Trust me, I’ll get all I need once I know you’re ready for it. You might even regret offering yourself so eagerly.”

I snorted. Regret making love to Seot? Not likely.

Yet it was nice of him to put my needs before his. Did I say nice? He was downright chivalrous. Even though his cocks were swollen with the veins sticking out, he didn’t press me in any way. Along with his satisfied clanmates, he made sure I was comfortable, fed, and hydrated. The man is an absolute prince.

It made me feel a twinge of unworthiness yet again. I hate feeling that way, but this clan, particularly Seot, brings that concern to the fore. And even if I did deserve the three of them, I worry that it’s too good to last.

Yet an hour later, when Seot’s gaze on me turned hot with intent, I forgot all my unease. The moment I saw that spark of resolve in his eyes, my heart immediately fluttered and my pussy spasmed. It’s a hell of a man who can turn a woman on with just a look.

He held his arms out to me. “Come to me, Shalia.”

We were barely two feet apart, what with Cifa holding and snuggling with me. I crawled the short distance to Seot, feeling my inner thighs go slick as my body responded to him. He gathered me up, pulling me onto his lap. He looked me over and smiled.

“I believe you have a small streak of the exhibitionist in you? Especially when Cifa’s loudmouth brother isn’t around?”

I laughed. “If I don’t know the people I’m exposing myself to or I’m disguised in some way, it’s a turn on.” I remembered wearing a fantastic feathered mask to the Pussy ‘Porter’s pleasure club, in the company of Betra and Oses. My heart skipped a beat.

“No one here is with our group,” Seot told me. “I had Emalee check to be sure. Will you allow me to show you off to those who are here, people we’ll likely never see again?”

“Are we going to have sex in front of them?”

“Most certainly we will. I want others to know how gorgeous you are when you come.”

Excitement unfurled in my belly. “I’d like that.”

“Good.” He nuzzled my cheek and began to kiss his way down. “It was so exciting watching you with my clan. I almost came just seeing the three of you together. It felt like a gift, being allowed to watch.”

He had reached my breast and licked it, warming it with his breath and rough tongue. Then, without warning, his fangs unhinged and he bit it, just above the areola.

I gasped at the brief shock of pain. Then I relaxed in his arms, letting him intoxicate me again. Soon, euphoria coursed through me.

Seot released the bite. “Now to get you into position,” he said, his pupils so wide that his irises nearly disappeared behind them.

He stood, lifting me in his arms as he did so. “Emalee, I need something for her to stand on between those pillars,” he called.

“And attachments for restraints?” the Imdiko said as the other attendants scurried away. He touched the pillars that flanked the alcove’s entrance near their tops. Hooks emerged at the level of the top of his head. He bent and repeated the same thing at the columns’ bases.

“You are good at anticipating needs,” Seot chuckled.

“I do my best.” Emalee turned as the attendants came back, holding a heavy-looking black rectangle between them. It was a stand, and they arranged it between the pillars. Seot set me on my feet on top of it, putting me at eye level with Emalee. I started to turn toward Seot.

“No, love,” he said, lightly smacking my ass. “Face the main area. Let them see your loveliness.”

I turned back to find Emalee and the other two had stepped aside, giving me an unobstructed view of the many other lovers entwined throughout the pavilion. A few had raised their heads or turned their eyes towards me, expressions frank with curiosity as they continued to pleasure each other.

Cifa and Larten had joined us, and they helped Seot secure me to the hooks in the columns with velvety soft bindings. My arms and legs were splayed wide, exposing me to anyone who cared to watch. As more and more gazes turned my way, my arousal grew. They were looking at me, standing before them naked. They would see everything Seot did to me. They would be able to see me come for him.

Cifa and Larten stepped away. Seot pressed against me from behind, his cocks hard against my bottom. Emalee wasn’t the only one who was good at his job. The other two attendants had found a platform of the perfect height.

Seot’s arm snaked around me. He played with my breasts as he kissed along the line of my shoulder and neck, not halting until he reached my ear. “Are you wet for me yet, Shalia?”

Ha. Had I not been wet since walking into this place? “Yes, Dramok. I’m very wet.”

He pinched one nipple, sending me up on my toes. “And you want me to fuck you in front of all these people, don’t you? You want them to see you taking my cocks in your pussy and ass.”

His words made my head spin. My sex clenched from just hearing his wicked talk. Holy shit, I thought I could have come if he’d just kept saying those things. “Yes, Dramok.”

“Say it. Say that you want everyone to watch me fucking you.” He pinched the other nipple, and twisted, delightful pain shot straight to my clit.

I sobbed the words breathlessly. “I want everyone to watch you fuck me.”

“You want to come for me too.” His other hand brushed over my stomach, down to my mound.

“Yes. Please, Dramok. I want to come for you.” My voice was getting loud and I didn’t care.

“I’m going to make you come, Shalia. Over and over, you will do so, and everyone will see you shaking and crying out with pleasure.”

Words failed me. All I could do was groan as his fingertip circled my clit. My hips jerked of their own accord, trying to make Seot’s demands come true by making him touch me where it burned most.

He did. I had a moment to realize his finger didn’t feel quite right when it began to vibrate against my most sensitive place. I thought, Fuck, he’s got a fingerpad vibe on. Then I didn’t think anymore.

He rubbed all over my clit, sending a blast of electric excitement through me. I cried out, my body straining all over as lightning flashed. I was dimly aware of dancing on my tiptoes as arousal surged and brilliant white light flashed over my vision. Seot chuckled in my ear and pressed the vibe harder against my elated clit.

“That’s it, precious. That’s my good girl. You can’t go anywhere. You can’t get away from me. You have no choice but to climax for us all.”

Orgasm was indeed galloping towards me at full speed. I couldn’t save myself from its sweet oblivion, so I gave in, letting it crush me beneath its power. It hit hard, pounding through me with unstoppable force.

As I succumbed, Seot moved, aligning his cocks with my pussy and ass. While climax throbbed, he thrust in deep, his larger cock spearing into my ass. The sudden fullness brought another crash of sensation, and I screamed as a stronger orgasm thundered and broke over me.

“Your pleasure belongs to me,” I thought I heard Seot say, though making out his exact words proved difficult through the roaring in my ears and the peal of my screams. I caught enough to catch the gist though. He owned my desire. It obeyed him, devastating me at his bidding. I had no say in the matter.

He kept me coming, over and over, until he couldn’t take anymore himself. “Shalia,” he moaned at last as he filled me with warmth. Then he said something else, something far too quiet for me to catch through the tumult of my senses…but now that I’m replaying the scene in my head, I’d swear the word ‘love’ was in there.

I think he said he loved me.

If he did, I was too strung out and exhausted to notice it at the time. I was damned near swooning when the men untied me and bore me to the couch. It took a good hour of rest before I recovered sufficiently to address anything, and by that time we were talking and laughing over the good time we’d had. Emalee and his helpers made sure we had plenty of food and drink until we had the strength to dress and return to the inn where we were staying.

“You do enjoy being on display,” Cifa noticed, his eyes twinkling with delighted mischief. “Do you know how much fun we can have in the future with such a fetish?”

“It was a little weird the first time I did something like that,” I admitted. “I don’t think I’d have ever had the guts to try it out if Betra and Oses hadn’t disguised me well enough that no one on the transport knew who I was.” I described the getup to them that had allowed me to attempt public sex.

“I’m glad you decided to try it with us too,” Seot said. “And it didn’t even require a disguise.”

“After being displayed to others by Clan Aslada, I figured out that as long as I don’t know my audience, it feels safe to do. I don’t have to look anyone I’m casually affiliated with in the eye the next day,” I laughed. “So the trail was blazed already, and here we are.”

“Here we are,” Seot echoed.

I noted his and the other two’s expressions weren’t quite as pleased as they’d been before. Were they disappointed they hadn’t been the first to introduce me to exhibitionism? Well, there wasn’t much I could do about that. I couldn’t very well turn back time, could I? As if I’d have denied myself the pleasures I’d enjoyed with the other men!

The moment passed. Seot’s face remained serious, but when he spoke, it was for reasons other than not being first to score.

“Shalia, I’m going to officially ask you to join our clan. I don’t want an answer yet; not in the heat of the moment. If you accept, I want it to be with a clear head so you don’t come to regret the decision.”

I blinked at him. He’d said before that he and Cifa and Larten knew I was the one for them, but this was official. My heart thought about stopping.

Seot’s smile returned, a warmth that if I had the courage, I could bask in for the rest of my life. “As soon as you are certain, that you know you belong with us with no doubt, all you have to do is say so. You will be our Matara, and we will be the happiest men in the universe.”

Larten and Cifa nodded adamantly. They were on board. I only had to say the word, and I would join their clan.

We soon took our leave and returned to the inn. I was one tuckered out little girl. It was with great pleasure that I curled in bed with the three men, ready to grab whatever sleep I could before we climbed aboard our ship and set sail for the next adventure.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

December 18 (part 2)

My dress was tugged off. My underthings followed right behind. Now those strong touches were stronger still, calloused and smooth, all over my naked skin, setting every inch of me on fire.

Mouths followed, kissing and nipping and tasting. I could barely draw a decent breath as every point of contact drew a gasp from me. I’d somehow ended up flat on my back, and the men were all over me, devouring and claiming.

Seot paused. “Enalee,” he called.

The attendant appeared above us. “Yes, Dramok?”

“Soft binds. Enhancing lotions. Stimulating toys. A variety of whatever you’ve got. Surprise me.”

“Excellent, Dramok. I will have all brought immediately.”

Enalee disappeared. Seot resumed his sensual attack on me once more.

I was deep under the influence of Seot’s intoxicating venom. Anything I saw has disappeared into a kind of haze, like some long-ago and nearly forgotten memory. Meanwhile, the sounds of ecstasy seemed amplified, as did every touch. Oh my heavens, did I ever feel everything done to me. Each sensation was immediate and acute, robbing me of the ability to think clearly. Even Enalee’s return didn’t affect me, though by that time Larten was fucking me with his fingers, Cifa was sucking on my breast, and Seot was playing with my clit. I have some vague image of the attendant setting a bin down near us as his gaze raked over my body.

I rode waves of consuming enchantment, the men spinning an arousing spell over me. I was oblivious to anything but the pleasure rampaging through me. Pleasure that grew more intense after some sort of cream was smeared on my nipples and a gel spread over my clit and labia. For my breasts, Cifa’s mouth brought searing heat. The absence of his touch blasted icy chill. As for whatever had been put on my pussy, it produced a ferocious tingling. It also doubled the sensation of every touch, until the slightest brush against my clit brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

I was so intent on the increasingly violent feelings that I have no idea who bound my wrists, or even what I had been tied to in order to keep my arms pinned over my head. But as Cifa continued to ravish my breasts, Seot and Larten each grasped one of my legs and held me open as the Dramok lowered a buzzing vibrator to my exposed sex.

I came on contact. I tried to flail as climax brutalized me, but I was held still. The toy pressed hard against my clit, which felt like it was exploding. Hell, it felt like everything was exploding, over and over again. The ecstasy was close to agonizing.

When I thought I had to pass out or die from pure rapture, Seot took that brutal toy off my clit and sank it into my pussy. He fucked me with it slowly. I was dizzy from the strength of the orgasms I’d had, but I could feel I was on the verge of still another. Holy shit, I was a wreck…and we’d only gotten started.

Larten bent to lick my engorged clit. This time, the climax was a bit gentler, rippling through me like the first waves before a storm. I groaned as the Nobek continued to kiss the throbbing bud, forcing the spasms to continue as the vibrator moved in and out of my helpless body.

I sobbed as Cifa added to the din of sensation by nipping my tormented breasts. I couldn’t form words to beg them to let me rest for a moment, to pull my blasted awareness back together.

I was given a slight reprieve when Seot pulled the dildo from my clutching pussy. He gently guided it into my ass and resumed fucking me with it.

Meanwhile, Larten and Cifa continued their attentions to breasts and clit. Tension continued to sing through my body, but at least the vicious paroxysms of orgasm had eased. Little by little my crumbled senses began to knit themselves whole.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I think you almost killed me.”

“I certainly hope not,” Seot said. “But you did seem to enjoy it a great deal. Shall we continue?”

Though no longer crushed under the demands of arousal, I still had Seot’s venom in me. Climax hadn’t burned it all away, as it sometimes could. I was still sexually excited, enough that I felt eager for more action.

The men around me, who had at some point removed their clothing, were too gorgeous to deny myself. Looking at those brown, carved bodies surrounding me made it as if I hadn’t just gotten off hard and several times. I forgot my complaint that they’d come close to murder by orgasm.

“Give me what you’ve got,” I purred. “And make it quick.”

“My, my,” Seot said, a gleam in his eye. “So demanding, young lady. That mouth should be muffled. But by what?”

“I have a suggestion…or two,” Cifa chuckled, looking down at his eager groin.

“My Imdiko, I saw something that might fit the situation.” Seot twisted about so he could rummage in the bin of goodies Enalee had brought us. He took out a mouth brace. A surge of delight stabbed through my core.

“Perfect. Now where shall I put her?” Cifa mused.

“If I may, Imdiko?” Enalee was back…if he’d ever left. “We have a most useful apparatus that might fit your needs. Let us fetch it for you.”

The apparatus must have been close by, because I heard a lot of movement in our alcove only seconds later. The fellows left off their delicious torment (boo!) to look at what was brought in. I looked too.

It looked like something out of Clan Aslada’s naughty playroom. A dull black metal platform with what I took to be ankle straps supported two sturdy bars. Between them was another thick bar, and on it was a cushioned platform sporting tethers on either side. Enalee adjusted the cushioned top, making it drop down on either side so that the ends curved towards the floor. I saw I could be easily draped over the rounded cushion and tied helpless.

“Yes, that will do perfectly,” Cifa breathed. Smiling, Emalee and the other two attendants bowed and stepped out of our nook once more.

My wrists were freed, and the men picked me up. Instead of laying me facedown over the curved top of the apparatus, however, they put me on my back. Face up, I realized my mouth was at the perfect level to serve Cifa as he obviously desired.

The straps on the floor platform were affixed to my ankles, drawing my legs wide apart and opening my aching, wet pussy for whatever use the clan deemed. The tethers on the cushion I rested on were strapped across my ribcage and just below my elbows, holding my arms open to the side so I couldn’t resist or cover myself. My body curved in such a way so that my breasts pointed towards the ceiling.

Lastly, Cifa showed me the clear plastic mouth guard. “Open, pretty girl. Let me have the pleasure of your lips, tongue and throat.”

My body raging to be filled in whatever way possible, I didn’t hesitate to obey. The guard fitted over my teeth comfortably, the moldable material locking my jaw open.

“Ancestors,” Larten moaned. “We have to get one of these props for home use, Seot.”

The Dramok chuckled. “She is stunning stretched over it, isn’t she? Go ahead, you two. I want to watch my beautiful clanmates and intended Matara while they enjoy each other.”

Answering growls quickened my heartrate. My vision filled with Cifa’s avid penises as he advanced on me. He lifted his primary cock out of the way and slid his smaller one into my mouth.

“Slowly, Cifa,” Seot sighed. “Fuck her pretty mouth slow. That’s it. Shalia, it is exciting beyond words to watch my Imdiko’s cock moving in and out of your lips, to see you stretched out like that and made to take him. Ah, good idea, Larten. She is open and helpless to you. Take advantage of that.”

A loud hum announced a vibrator – apparently a more powerful one than what had been used before – had been switched on. I jerked as something soft quivered against my clit, but I had nowhere to go, no way to protect myself. It pushed harder, settling on my trembling flesh, filling me with agonized elation. I cried out against the cock pushing into my throat.

“That’s it,” Seot crooned. “Make the pretty girl moan for you. Enjoy her the way she was meant to be enjoyed. Her mouth and pussy and ass belong to you, for your pleasure.”

I strained against the tethers binding me, but there was no give. No escape. Larten and Cifa had me at their mercy. Seot egged them on, sometimes directing the action.

“Go on, Cifa. Give her your primary cock now. I want to see her swallow you. Fill her pussy and ass, Larten. Fuck that gorgeous body the way I know you crave. She’s yours. Take her.”

His clanmates obeyed their Dramok. My mouth was stuffed with Cifa’s larger cock, coated with his spicy-sweet natural lubricant, tipped with a saltier drop of pre-cum. The hot, hard length ran in and out of my mouth, and Cifa gasped as his steady pace grew quicker.

“I know what my Imdiko would enjoy at this point. Emalee, I’d like a good, firm switch.”

“Yes, Dramok.”

A few moments later, I heard the whistle and light raps of a switch hitting flesh. Cifa’s cock jerked against my tongue, and he groaned, “Yes. Yes.”

Meanwhile, Larten had eased into me, possessing me as he continued to tease my clit with the vibrator. He fucked me steadily, then hard, then slower, and then with a relentless pace once more. My pussy clenched around his larger cock, the spasms always warning him when I neared climax by their strength. He kept me at the verge of orgasm without letting me tip over until I was sure the heat of my need would set the tent on fire. I shook violently the whole while, my body rioting with rapture. I strained against my tethers and against the men, desperate to come.

“Fuck her, my clanmates. Fuck her.” Seot was relentless as he egged them on. The sound of the switching he gave Cifa went faster and faster, a blurring of sound.

“My Dramok!” Cifa’s desperate cry was high-pitched.

“Yes. Come in her mouth. Let her taste you now.”

Two more thrusts, and he obeyed, spurting his seed against my tongue and down my throat. Cifa’s cock jolted as it emptied, and he shouted with every burst.

“Now you, my Nobek. Give her and yourself the pleasure you are both due.”

“Yes, my Dramok,” Larten groaned. His groin pounded mine, sending me into the sweetest of agonies, especially when he pressed the vibrator hard against my clit.

I ignited, my cries muffled since Cifa still had his cock in my mouth. A second later, Larten yelled and surged so that he buried himself to the hilt in me.

The air filled with our moans and gasps of completion. My ebbing spasms hadn’t quite ended when the men unstrapped my body and lifted me from the apparatus.

I hadn’t done a bit of the work, but I was as weak as a newborn kitten. Though the intoxicant had no doubt burned away by that time, I still drifted in a dreamlike state. Water and food was pressed on me, and I groggily accepted it. Then someone – Cifa, I think – fed me a stim tab. Energy and alertness seeped back in, and I blinked at my grinning companions.

“Whee,” I said, my voice still weak. “That was quite the ride.”

“You were incredible,” Cifa sighed. “I’m trying to remember when I’ve had so much fun, but I’m not coming up with anything.”

Larten sighed, his face showing contentment. “I was serious when I said I wanted one of those contraptions, Seot.”

The Dramok chuckled. “I’ll make a note of it.”