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.

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