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.”

Monday, May 22, 2017

December 18 (Part 1)



Today was an incredible repeat of yesterday. Sun and fun was the rule on Nacabri, and we experienced all we could stand. Our group even made it to the semi-finals in the day’s low-impact kurble tournament. It was fun to watch, if a bit violent. I’ve heard that people can die and there is actual poison in the kurble balls in the professional version. I’m glad the worst we saw was a few broken bones and bloody noses, all quickly healed. None of our guys suffered more than some bumps and bruises, thank the prophets.

The rest of the day was spent in tamer pursuits. The night – now that was a different story.

I came out of the shower and into the greeting room in my dressing gown to discover Joelle there snuggling with Anrel. Seot, Cifa, and Larten sat around on the loungers laughing with her. Bright eyes turned in my direction.

Seot stood. “Matara Joelle will stay with Anrel if you’d like to go out tonight,” he said.

“How nice. You really don’t mind?” I asked her.

“Of course not. What else am I going to do?”

“Relax? Have a few drinks, sit in the whirlpool, walk on the beach?” She’d spent a lot of time with us, and I thought maybe she’d like a few hours to herself.

“Are you kidding? I wuv dis widdle girl,” Joelle said in a silly voice. She rubbed noses with the baby, making her laugh.

“You promised she and her clan would get a cruise when my dads get home,” I reminded Cifa. “She deserves more than being the resident babysitter.”

As Joelle spluttered in dismay that I would think she wasn’t having the time of her life, Cifa grinned. “I’m sending her and her clan on a cruise once a year. Especially since she’s not bought herself the first nice thing since we got here.”

“Now that’s just too much,” she insisted. “My clan and I will take the one ‘welcome home’ cruise with many heartfelt thanks, but I’m not taking advantage of our relationship to Shalia like that.”

“Sounds like she wants to go out twice a year,” Larten said, his eyes twinkling with deviltry.

“Now just a darned minute—”

“Shall we make it quarterly?” Cifa asked, his brow raised. I had to smother a laugh.

Joelle jumped up and stomped her foot. “That’s enough. I mean it.”

Seot chuckled and leaned over to kiss the back of her hand. “We are grateful to you for giving us the occasional freedom to spend one-on-one time with Shalia. Accept our gifts as a poor compensation for that. Please, Joelle, get yourself something nice to remember this trip with us. I beg you.”

She scowled and waved them off. “Shalia, get ready for your night out and get these loons away from me. They’re as impossible as my own clan.”

I grinned. “You are worth more than your weight in gold, you know. Speaking of night out, what am I wearing?”

The three men looked at each other. “You brought that little pink dress you can slip in and out of, didn’t you? The one that looks so easy for you to take off in a hurry?” Cifa suggested with a snicker.

“I’m taking Anrel to my quarters,” Joelle said, turning red but giggling like a schoolgirl. “Have a good night, all. We’ll see you in the morning.” She grabbed Anrel’s overnight bag and shot out of our room.

“What shenanigans are on tap tonight?” I asked.

“Can we surprise you?” Seot said.

It’s a good thing I love surprises. That it looked to be a sexy surprise had me bubbling in anticipation. I had the dress on (yes, easy on, easy off) in a matter of seconds. It was a cute but casual piece, softly molding to my curves. My hair and makeup took a little longer, but I wanted to look nice for whatever adventure we were about to embark on.

The guys rewarded my efforts with looks of appreciation. Seot nudged Larten. “Are you ready for any fools who might try to lure this gorgeous woman away from us?”

“She won’t want them after I crater their faces,” the Nobek affirmed.

“Please,” I snorted, linking arms with Seot and Cifa. “As if I would look at other men. Have you seen yourselves?”

We went out, trading compliments that got more and more outrageous by the second. By the time we stepped out of the chauffeured shuttle that the concierge had summoned for us, I had been told I was gorgeous enough to break the universe in half. In return, I assured the guys that they were so masculine, they could impregnate a planet just by looking at it. I was laughing hard as I looked around the beach we’d been left on. The white sand was lit by moons, stars, and a path of glowballs bobbing on the ends of their tethers.

I peered at the pavilion at the end of the path. “Have we been to this beach before?”

“No. It’s the one that Joelle said she didn’t care to view,” Cifa snickered.

“Oh, the one designated ‘clothing optional’? What’s with the big tent?”

“That’s the surprise,” Seot said, taking my hand. “Come on. Even we’re not sure what to expect.”

We strolled down the light-lined trail, ending at the bright red-and-gold pavilion. A man wearing loose green pants, an Imdiko from the look of him, bowed to us and pushed a flap open. “Come in. Enjoy the delights we have prepared for you.”

“Thank you,” Seot answered for us.

I didn’t have long to wonder what ‘delights’ awaited us. “Holy Hannah,” I blurted, looking around. My companions were wide-eyed, grins slowly spreading over their faces.

At first glance, it looked like an orgy. Or what I’d always imagined an orgy to look like. Groups of men and a few women – Kalquorian and Plasian – writhed in knots on the rug-covered ground, on mats, on loungers, anywhere there was a flat surface. Others stood over these clusters, mostly wearing the big loose-fitting pants the greeter outside had, doing any number of things to the lovers. I saw one attendant misting a group of six men with oils that made them slide over each other with sinuous ease. Some attendants flicked switches on writhing asses as their owners humped other asses or vaginas. There was a line of more employees (or whatever they were) on their knees either having their mouths filled with eager cocks or waiting to be used that way. Another lineup was bent over padded benches, their naked asses beckoning (if not already in use).

And still more doing all sorts of things, in every position imaginable. A few people stood around and watched, touching themselves or companions.

Little by little, the seeming chaos resolved itself into better order as I took everything in. No grouping was larger than eight or nine people. The attendants seemed to be assigned, two or more looking after each little party. Even those guests who looked as if they had come in alone were watched by attendants who hurried to confer if the patron made a signal he or she needed something. Food and drink were delivered as needed. It took me several seconds to realize there was a trio of musicians playing tunes in one corner because I could barely hear any songs over the moans and sighs and enthralled cries.

It was like a pleasure club, but not as violent as the Nobek-filled one on the Pussy ‘Porter. The switches and paddles were applied lightly, as accompaniment to the activities underway. It was pure sensuality and sexuality, with a dreamlike quality that made me question if it were truly real.

Three Imdikos in their harem-type pants approached us. “May we serve your needs?” one asked.

“That depends on the needs you’re offering to service,” Seot said. The way he looked at me made me feel warm all over. “We’re quite protective of our lovely companion.”

“Of course, Dramok. We will ask before fulfilling any requirement we sense has arisen. If we haven’t foreseen a need, you and your group have only to ask.” The man, about the same age as Cifa but nowhere near as cute – but then, who is? – gestured to the rest of the room. “You see some of what we offer. You are welcome to watch for a little while, if you wish. Or you can move straight to the pleasure.”

The guys looked at each other, then me. “What do you think, Shalia?” Seot asked.

“Goodness, don’t say this is all up to me. I’m overwhelmed…wonderfully overwhelmed, but I’m reeling just the same.”

They chuckled, as did the attendants. Their spokesperson suggested, “Perhaps we can show you to an empty alcove. You can have drinks, soak in the atmosphere, and see where your mood takes you.”

“I like that idea,” Seot agreed. He looked to me.

“Perfect,” was my relieved response. Cifa and Larten nodded their approval.

The pavilion was larger than it had appeared from our vantage as we’d approached it. As he led us, our main host introduced himself as Imdiko Enalee. “My priority is your pleasure, so do not hesitate to inform me of anything that will guarantee success.”

He and the other three took us to a quiet alcove. It was recessed behind a couple of columns that flanked its entrance. “Is this area to your liking? I chose it for being slightly more private. My admittedly slight knowledge of Earthers says the Matara might prefer it.”

Larten’s eyes glittered avariciously as he looked at me. “It will be a good place to start, though our brave Shalia might not mind a little more exposure later.”

The darned man knew me well already. “Yes, it’s better if I’m eased into the more public displays,” I admitted in a low, embarrassed voice. “But if Erom shows up, you’d better erect a wall between him and me.”

Cifa arched a brow. “Do I need to punch my little brother’s teeth out next time he mentions the treasure hunt?”

“I’ll get back to you on that.”

Seot, Cifa, and Larten chuckled as we entered the alcove. A couch and floor cushions along with small tables were set up within. Softball-sized glow balls floating against the ceiling emitted soft illumination that enhanced the dreamlike atmosphere. It felt comfortable and inviting despite the shenanigans going on in the main area of the pavilion.

Enalee gestured for us to make ourselves comfortable. “Drinks? We have all the favorites available, including a particularly fine vintage of leshella.”

“I’ll take a glass of that,” I said.

Seot settled on the couch. “I’ll start with a glass of bohut, but only dlas after that.” Cifa and Larten echoed his order. One of the other attendants hurried off, apparently to collect our drinks.

“And food? We have a fine selection of meats, cheeses, and pastries from Kalquor, Earth colonies, Plasius, and other worlds.”

“A tray of a selection would be appreciated.”

The other unnamed attendant hurried off. Meanwhile, I sank onto a cushion at Seot’s feet. For some reason, I had the urge to lean against his leg and rest my head against his knee. He stroked my head as I did so. Larten and Cifa also sat on the floor, staying close. If not for Enalee’s presence, I would have felt entirely comfortable.

However, the Imdiko had more in the way of introduction before stepping out of the immediate area. “Should you desire to engage in play, we have a wide assortment of toys, binds, and lotions for your use on each other or us…or if you prefer, we can use them on you. In the meantime, please enjoy watching our other patrons and assistants. I will be near, ready to fulfill your needs when you call.”

“Thank you, Enalee,” Seot said. The attendant bowed and stepped out of the alcove. He stood with his back to us, moving aside enough that we could view what everyone else was doing.

“What do you think, Shalia?” Cifa asked with a naughty smile.

“I think I’m in sex heaven,” I laughed as I watched the writhing tangles of lovers. There was plenty to see, what with mouths, pussies, and asses being filled with cocks, both real and artificial. I even saw a Kalquorian woman sporting a dildo strapped to her groin and using it on a man. Another group contained a Plasian male gagged with a mouthpiece that included a dildo. His partner rode it with abandoned while a third member of their party thrust into his ass. Wow.

My wide-eyed viewing was interrupted by the arrival of food and drink. The delicacies were bite-size, but the tray held enough food to feed an army…or Larten.

I ate a fruit-filled pastry as I sipped leshella and continued to watch. I envied the Plasian and Kalquorian women’s flexibility. The positions they got into! I consider myself pretty bendy, but I don’t think curling up and locking my ankles behind my head is going to happen in this lifetime.

While I watched, Seot continued to stroke my head. I had the feeling that if I dared to look up at him, I’d find that he wasn’t watching anyone but me. It made me feel as if nothing I said or did got past him. It made me extremely conscious of how I reacted to all I saw…because I was sure he was studying those reactions.

I was so intent on the sexcapades going on and the sensation that Seot scrutinized me that I was startled when I tried to drink my leshella and discovered I’d already finished it off. That stuff always did go down easily. I’d have to be more careful, or I’d end up sloppy drunk.

When I felt a warm breath on my neck, I thought Seot was about to whisper something about pacing myself. Instead he nuzzled my neck. I sighed and stretched to one side to give him more room to add to the thrills chasing from his lips to my spine.

He kissed…and then he bit.

I almost yipped as bright pain shot through my senses. However, the hurt of his fangs sliding into my skin was over before it was properly begun, as the anesthetic in Seot’s saliva did its work.

I was already turning mellow thanks to the leshella. I watched with bemusement as Cifa and Larten drew closer than before, their expressions rapt as they watched Seot put me under his influence. The sounds of pleasuring were a sweet song in my ears. The scent of their growing interest perfumed the air. Warm euphoria took hold of me, Seot pouring his hypnotizing venom into my blood.

The men caressed my body, and I closed my eyes to feel them better. Lust crashed through me with furious force as hands, rough and gentle, rubbed and petted and caressed. I awoke with brilliant need, my body all at once burning with eagerness.

Seot released the bite. I opened my eyes to stare into his face. He regarded me with a knowing smile.

“Shall we play, Shalia?”

“Oh yes,” I whispered, my heart galloping. “Most definitely.”