Monday, July 31, 2017

December 31, part 5

Seot crawled towards me, his body rippling enticingly as he came, his eyes dark with intent. That gaze, always steady, always knowing, held mine. As if he could read to the very depths of my soul. Yet it was a lover’s gaze too, one that delved for secrets because he cared that nothing should be amiss when it came to the happiness of his woman. How I loved him in that moment! Not that I hadn’t loved him before; I was just more aware of it right that second than was usual. It was tangible, not just a feeling but the whole of me. I can’t explain it any better than that.

He knelt before me. His arms cradled beneath my ass, lifting me up, bringing me to him. His gaze never wavered, drinking in my face.

“My Matara,” he breathed. “I could call you that a thousand times, and I’m not sure I’d quite believe it. How is it I have been so fortunate with all of my clanmates?”

“I’m the fortunate one,” I said, believing it to my bones. “With all my mistakes, you’re here anyway. Do it, my Dramok. Let me feel you so I know it’s not just a dream.”

“Gladly,” he said. Lifting me higher with one arm, he gripped both his cocks in his fist. He positioned them and me, settling me atop the tips. Carefully, with Larten and Cifa’s help, he lowered me.

My pussy easily accepted the first inch or so of his primary cock. Then the smaller secondary nudged against my sex, questing for entrance too. I shivered as my nether lips spread for Seot, yielding to the dual invasion. I was indeed swollen from our earlier play, and accommodating my Dramok’s generous girth was soon an effort.

“Slowly,” Seot reminded the other two men. “A little at a time. She needs to adjust.”

His breathing was rapid. I kissed his strained face. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, remarkable,” he laughed with a sort of gasping sound. “You feel so good around me, my Matara. So soft and tight all at once. It’s too good, in fact. I don’t know how I’m supposed to last.”

“I love how you feel inside me too,” I whispered.

I was full to the point where the slow, incremental pressure against my hotspot was sending quakes through me. The tapered span of Seot’s cocks grew thicker as he pressed in, making even the slightest motion unbearably exciting. I felt I teetered on the verge of orgasm. I resisted, wanting to wait for the men. But it was so very, very difficult to do so. I swear I could feel Seot’s pulse thundering through the veins in his cocks. We panted in tandem, kissing as we joined, murmuring support to each other as we fought to remain in control.

It was an eternity later that at last the base of him met my flesh. We went still, reveling and suffering in our complete joining. I’ve never been so aware of anyone in my life. Not just the incredible fullness of possessing both Seot’s cocks, but also where our abdomens met and moved as we breathed, of his solid chest against my malleable breasts, of his lips brushing against mine. Of his deep blue-purple eyes, the gaze of which never left my face.

After a few moments of us sitting like that, gathering our strength for the next step, Seot asked, “Are you ready, my Matara?”

“I think so.” I looked up at the other two men. “Handle with care, boys.”

Cifa chuckled. “Always.”

He was the one who settled behind me. Seot and I adjusted our position to give our Imdiko access. I felt the careful touch of his primary cock nudging my rear entrance open. Slick and ready, Cifa pressed into me, moving as cautiously to unite our bodies as Seot had.

Had I felt full before? Good grief, it was nothing compared to how I felt as my Imdiko journeyed within. The pressure on all the good parts far outweighed the building ache. As a matter of fact, the little bit of hurt I felt only added to the excitement. As my body fired hotter than ever, I kept having to moan to Cifa to wait a bit. I was so close to going over. It wouldn’t take much. It would be mind over pussy for damned sure if I was to last.

Cifa managed to embed himself in me. Now there were three of us heaving for breath, hanging on by a thread. Larten started laughing at us.

“For fuck’s sake, it’s exciting as hell to see you all like this, but the way you’re all huffing and puffing – it’s hilarious too,” he said.

“Give me a mouthful, and I’ll have you wheezing for your life too, my Nobek,” I warned. “Oh hell, how are we supposed to do this? One stroke, and we’re done for.”

“No,” Seot snarled, determination lighting in his eyes. “I will not lose control so quickly. Not this first time with my new Matara. I’m stronger than this.”

He should have been a military general instead of just a man trying to motivate us all to not orgasm right away. Our spines stiffened, and we all took on an attitude of might and concentration.

Larten was right. We were funny as hell in our determination to win our right to fuck for more than a few seconds. But at that moment, it was all business in the pursuit of successful sex. No one was laughing anymore.

Larten stood on the bed, putting his cocks at the level of my mouth. The wild, musky-spicy scent of his arousal made my pussy spasm. Seot groaned. “Easy, my Matara.”

“Tell him to stop smelling so yummy,” I said.

Cifa jerked a little inside me. “He does smell good,” he moaned, burying his face against my hair.

“I taste twice as nice,” Larten teased, earning himself smacks on his corded thighs from the rest of us. We were all just barely hanging on.

I thought the whole damned clan should suffer…no one, least of all Larten, should be spared. I didn’t give him a warning before I captured his primary in my mouth and slid as much as him in as the gag reflex would allow me.

His sudden intake of breath would have been reward enough, but the cinnamon-y tang of his lubricant was better still. I breathed and swallowed my Nobek. All my senses were delighted. The sight of him staring down at me in wide-eyed lust, every trace of humor swamped by hunger. The sound of his throaty moan as I moved my head back and forth on him. The feeling of smooth, silky skin against my tongue and his cock twitching in response to my tasting. I absorbed every bit of the experience as I could, submerging myself in my Nobek.

He gripped my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips swayed. Now it was him taking me rather than me taking him. I relished Larten’s control over me, claiming what he wanted. What he needed. Sweetish-salty pre-cum danced on my tongue, an overture to the ultimate end.

When Seot and Cifa began to move, I was still ardent for lovemaking, but no longer on the edge of shattering. Concentrating on Larten’s pleasure, on stroking his length with my tongue as it moved in and out of my mouth, had brought me some measure of self-control again. I could lose myself in giving as well as receiving.

But the receiving – wow. Feeling the triple thicknesses of my Dramok and Imdiko moving within me sent my senses reeling. They didn’t move quickly or hard, because there was no need. I was tight around them, making them gasp with pleasure as they thrust carefully. As one pressed in, the other slid outward, creating a constant, toe-tingling friction that made my body flush with heat.

It was not a maddened rush to completion by any means. We luxuriated in our joining, taking time to note every little nuance of our awareness of each other. Seot and Cifa exclaimed to feel each other through the thin wall that separated them. Larten delighted in seeing his cock disappearing and re-emerging from my mouth. And of course, I was in paradise to be the center of the beautiful connection we made, the focus of the clan’s physical union.

We made good on Seot’s insistence that our first time as a completed clan be enjoyed to its utmost. Though arousal was intense, we moved slowly, gently, letting it heighten towards climax with gradual buildup. More than the mere sharing of bodies, it was a sharing of love, of binding ourselves to one another. The men whispered vows of devotion, love, and everlasting adoration.

I felt a security I’d never known before. I’d come close to the feeling with Betra and Oses, the two men I’d been able to trust with everything. Yet because we’d always known our union was only temporary, that refuge had never been complete. This one was. I was safe and loved and would be kept so for the rest of my life.

Our climb to the pinnacle of pleasure was almost at its apex. The chorus of moans grew louder. Our bodies slid to and fro, against and within, working with no less care but with intensified demand. The men began to feel a part of me, and I pulled on them as if to absorb them into me forever, so that I might never be without them. Hotter and hotter we burned, higher and higher we rose, a single exuberant being seeking to forge itself together eternally…or incinerate and destruct in the attempt.

The flames of rapture that had licking me from within burst into conflagration. My pussy clutched around Seot, pulling at him with desperate need. I blazed with agonized ecstasy as the men plunged deep, the final fraught exertions as passion roared through us, forcing us into its tight, intractable grasp.

Cifa cried out and ground against my ass as he succumbed first. Then Seot, shuddering as he thrust one last time before his cocks throbbed violently. Finally, Larten screamed an animal’s victory, flooding my mouth with his offering.

Feeling them surrender to me, giving themselves over, I let go of the last vestige of control I’d maintained. Orgasm rushed through me, an inferno of heaving, sweltering, jubilant euphoria that shook me from head to toe. I disappeared into its consuming bliss, letting it take me beyond thought.

Later, I basked in the glory of entwined limbs, of the scents and remembered sensations of sex, of warm and heavy bodies sheltering mine. I floated on the calm sense of knowing I’d found love, security, and my place in a puzzle I hadn’t known I was a piece of. I belonged to something bigger and far grander than myself, and was made bigger and grander than anything I could have been on my own.

I’m clanned. I’m Matara Shalia of Clan Seot. I couldn’t be happier right now.

Author’s Note

Here it is at last, Shalia’s happily-ever-after. Yet the story isn’t done yet. There are still loose ends to be tied up, questions to be answered. Shalia has a couple more adventures left. Stay tuned for further developments after a brief hiatus. How brief?

Shalia's Diary Book 11

Book Release: August 11
Blog Resumes: August 21

Thursday, July 27, 2017

December 31, part 4

The house staff made themselves scarce, giving us the opportunity to be alone as clanmates for our first night. My Nobek didn’t waste time; as soon as we entered the home, he put me over his shoulder and marched to the sleeping room, leaving Seot and Cifa to chase after us, laughing as they followed.

With such a primal beginning, I was sure I was to be ravished with unbridled passion. Instead, Larten set me gently on my feet on a soft, woven rug at the foot of the great sleeping mat. The men gathered around me, and wonder joined the fierce joy they’d shown all day.

“You’re really ours,” Cifa whispered. “Really and truly. Someone tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“If we are, let’s not wake up,” Seot said. He cupped my face. “Shalia, we are going to make you so happy. I swear it on the names of every last one of my ancestors.”

“I will keep you safe forever,” Larten vowed in turn. “No one is ever going to hurt you again.”

“Stop,” I laughed, though their words filled me with happiness. “You’re making my head spin.”

“My Matara,” Seot said, bending to kiss me.

His lips were soft on mine, moving in an exquisite dance to make me dizzy for real. I fell against him, my wise, commanding Dramok. His tongue slid against my mouth, and I yielded, letting him taste me.

All my concerns, all my reluctance fled before that kiss. His tongue captured mine, twining about it, gently claiming as he’d claimed me. In that moment, I knew I was his. I was theirs. I had been for so long, but I’d been too blind to see it and then too terrified to admit it. I was still scared, no two ways about it, but I was in it now. At that moment, I was ecstatic to be caught in their clan, unable to extricate myself from them.

Cifa and Larten joined in, pulling carefully at the gown I’d worn to commemorate the day. Its soft folds fell from me, leaving me in just as painstakingly chosen underclothes. For the moment, they left me in my lacy lavender bra and panties, their hands and mouths doting on bared skin. I was reminded of how exciting non-sexual flesh could be when kissed and caressed the right way. The nape of my neck, the hollow of my throat. The bend of my elbow. My wrists. The line of my spine. The cup of my navel. The backs of my knees. They left nothing unsavored, claiming every inch of nakedness for true.

I stood in the midst of them, these amazing men I had chosen to spend my life with. My fingers trailed over their clothed bodies, drifting in the sweetness of being at the center of their attention. Even through the fabric of shirts and trousers, I could feel the cut of their muscles, the solidity of their bodies. Just as I was theirs, they were mine. The realization was heady, almost enough to make me feel faint.

This was my forever. Seot, Cifa, and Larten. My always. How had I gotten so lucky? Besides getting out of my own way, of course.

They tasted and touched me as if for the first time. I kissed and touched back in the same way…discovering these men who I’d taken for my own. My lovers for all my life.

In the growing heat of the moment, my fears fled for the moment. I could be honest in my hopes for our future. I could indulge myself in loving and being loved.

Their passion heated, making their caresses more demanding. My pretty lingerie peeled from me, exposing all to their burning strokes of fingers and tongues. They lifted me, setting me on my knees in the middle of the sleeping mat and crowding around me.

“Hold our Matara for me, my clanmates,” Seot breathed, kneeling before me. “Hold her so that I might enjoy our new lifemate.”

Cifa gripped the back of my neck while Larten held my wrists behind my back. Seot pushed my knees apart, opening me for exploration. I trembled as I awaited my Dramok’s will.

“My love,” he said, his tone full of feeling. For an instant, the strong man looked overwhelmed. To see him like that over me – me! – brought tears to my eyes. If I’d entertained the slightest doubt of Seot’s love, it was decimated by that gaze.

He stroked my breast, his fingers lingering over the tip, making my nipple hard and tight. If felt like sparks flew between us at the point of contact. A jolt shot straight to my clit, making me arch and moan.

“That’s my girl,” Seot whispered. He cupped my pussy. Slid his finger inside. Felt around until he found the spot that made me melt with liquid fire throughout. “No, don’t move. Stay still, Shalia. Stay very, very still.”

“My Dramok,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“You will come,” he assured me. “For me. For Larten. For Cifa. Yes, my sweet little Shalia, you will be made to climax for your clan.” He moved his finger to send surges of sensation through me. “Many, many times.”

I trembled to hear him say that. And shook even hard as he stroked in and out, even as Larten dipped his fingers in the wetness flowing from my pussy. A few moments later, he pressed them into my ass, scissoring to open me.

As Dramok and Nobek concentrated their erotic attack on points below, Cifa cupped a breast. He bent his mouth to it, kissing with ardor. The other breast was treated with the same worship. Back and forth he switched, sometimes rising to kiss my whimpering lips as well.

I felt lovingly mauled, held helpless so the men could be assured that I would have to accept all they wished to give me. Seot’s thumb scraped over my clit as he finger-fucked me, rewarding my surrender with lightning bursts of passion. Larten’s grip on my neck held tight, supporting and controlling all at once. Cifa alternated tender kisses with careful nips, knowing what served my needs best at any given moment.

“I think you’re ready for more,” Seot said. His touch left me, and I whimpered, bereft. Seot gave me a consoling kiss before leaving the bed to open the drawer containing the many toys the clan kept in the room.

As he did so, the other two distracted me from wondering what he was up to by continuing to arouse me. Cifa moved his attentions to my now-empty pussy. His tongue lapped at me with lingering licks, making me feel every nuance of his rough-silk flesh. I gasped at the thrills cascading through me, my body awakening so that every cell felt alert. I cried out when Cifa suckled on my clit, drawing it tenderly into his mouth and rubbing his tongue over it.

I could have sobbed from loss when Seot returned and Cifa retreated from the gorgeous play he’d delighted me with. “Easy, my Matara,” Seot chuckled at my despairing moans. “There is plenty of pleasuring to come.

I quieted, having no choice but to accept his word on the matter. My optimism grew as he handed Cifa black leather cuffs with clips.

“Wrists to ankles?” Cifa asked.

“Yes, that would do nicely,” Larten agreed. “What of a spreader bar, to keep her open?”

“Excellent suggestion, my Nobek,” Seot approved.

Larten’s fingers slipped from my ass, leaving me more empty than before. But I had their assurances that I would not be left wanting, so I bit back the whimpers that wanted to be voiced. Larten left us as Cifa and Seot cuffed my wrists and ankles, clipping them the way Cifa had suggested.

Larten returned with a solid metal bar that he attached to my ankles, holding them apart. I was in my favorite place to be with lovers: defenseless. My breath caught as Seot showed me the vibrator with the rectangular pussy and clit pad attachment. “Let’s see how fast we can make you fall apart.”

Cifa and Larten fell on me like ravening beasts, kissing and licking and biting. I sank into sweet acceptance as they tasted my lips and breasts and belly. The sound of the vibrator switching on, its eyewatering hum insistent, had me trembling as I waited to be destroyed. Or would Seot only tease until I screamed entreaties for release?

I wasn’t given much time to worry. The thrumming pad settled against my clit and pussy. It pressed hard against me, demanding my descent into sexual oblivion. With my legs held wide, my body bound so I couldn’t resist, I had no escape. Brute lust tore into me, clawing at my insides, driving me into torrid exaltation.

The rise to rapture was fast as Larten’s grip switched to my throat, holding me still as his face loomed over mine. He watched me like a gloating tormentor might, his eyes wide and dark as I screamed with helpless need. My pussy clenched as Seot bore down harder and Cifa squeezed my breasts hard.

“Nowhere to go,” Larten gloated. “You have no choice but to come for us.”

The orgasm began, a heightening of acute bliss that ballooned larger and larger. Then a pinpoint of extreme pleasure hit, blooming wide all at once. Another flex from my cunt, and climax crashed through me, snapping my head back with the force of its joy. My hips jerked, but Seot kept the vibrator shoved tight against my crotch, keeping nirvana at its peak.

“More, little love,” Seot crooned, and a fresh spasm took me, sending ragged cries spilling from my throat.

They kept at me that way until tears streamed down my cheeks and I begged for mercy. Only then did Seot withdraw the vibrator from my throbbing pussy. I would have collapsed if not for Larten’s hold on my throat.

“What a good little pussy to come for us so hard for so long,” Cifa murmured as he licked and nipped my breasts.

“Now it’s swollen and hot,” Seot said. He stroked my trembling sex with fingers, and I cried out at the fresh jolt of excitement. “And quite tender. Let us celebrate our new Matara with the ultimate taking, my clan.”

The excitement in their faces enhanced my still-present excitement. Tutlito tolp, the ultimate taking. I’d had it with others, but never with this clan. My forever clan.

They rose and stripped themselves naked. Larten, with muscles so carved and cut that I could have traced the veins crisscrossing them with my tongue. Cifa, strong without too much bulk, simply delicious and beautiful. Seot, chiseled to glorious perfection by creation itself. All of them, so unabashedly masculine, breathtakingly stunning to behold. I could scarcely believe they were mine to love for all of eternity. But there they were, ready to join with me for the first time as my clanmates. A joining we would repeat untold times in our hopefully long, long future.