The men offered slight bows as one. Rajhir said, “We are good to see you again, Matara.”
As if given a signal, the men entered her quarters. Before Amelia could back away, Rajhir swept her into his arms and engaged her mouth in a demanding kiss. The hot wetness of possession brought all thought to a shuddering halt. Her senses ignited. Amelia trembled, overwhelmed by Rajhir’s strength and the sudden stab of desire. It licked through her insides, throbbing with insistence.
As the Kalquorian held her, eager hands pulled at her clothes. Amelia was too engaged in the delicious kiss to immediately understand what was happening. Her sweatpants were tugged off, leaving her in her panties. Realization slowly began to dawn on her, but her reflexes still wouldn’t kick in. That tongue in her mouth was stroking, twining, exploring, turning everything tilted and crazy.
Rajhir’s lips left hers. As Amelia gasped for air, he loosened his grip on her just enough to allow Flencik to remove her shirt and bra. Breft undressed Rajhir, peeling the Dramok’s formsuit off in an instant.
Her shock at the unexpected caresses finally wore off enough for her to start a protest. “Don’t—”
A very naked, very erect Rajhir stopped her with another penetrating kiss. That submissive element in Amelia’s personality crumbled her will, refusing to allow her to resist the unspoken demands of the alien. Her insides bubbled with overwhelming need, leaving her to fall limp against the clan leader. He felt so warm, so strong, so good, so … safe. It made her knees buckle.
Rajhir caught her up in his arms. “Amelia,” he whispered. “It is all right. I have you.”
He lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather. She tried to gather her scattered thoughts, to make some kind of attempt at maintaining her tarnished virtue. “Rajhir,” she started. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can,” he whispered. “I will make good for you. This is promise.”
With that he carried her to the lounger, laying her down. A tug at her panties and she was nude beneath him, feeling his burning hot flesh all over. Her breasts flattened against the smooth skin of his chest as he covered her with his body. His dual sex lay against her thigh, slick and ready. As if answering a call only the most primitive part of her could hear, her legs drew apart, opening her to his pulsing hardness. She arched against him, her traitorous body desperate for the relief only he could give.
Her voice was still her own, however. “But Earth says—”
“No Earth here. Only clan and Matara,” Rajhir said, his eyes hooded with a desire that made her insides spasm. “Let me love you.”
Amelia had no excuse this time, no drunkenness to hide behind. Now it was only a desperate desire that robbed her of sense, that and her fear of authority. Rajhir oozed absolute authority in spades. Her will fled before it.
Rajhir’s prodding fingers found Amelia wet, an overt invitation to enter. He slid one in, then two. He pumped her hard, his palm rubbing her clitoris, sending sparkles of effervescent delight through her belly. She moaned and her thighs slid wider apart. Warmth pulsed through her groin, melting the last bit of resistance left to her.
Amelia’s body refused to obey her inhibitions. That beaten down part of her that had plagued her entire life, that had kept her subservient to a disapproving mother and anyone with authority, had a firm grip on her once more. She couldn’t find a shred of any real resistance to defend herself with.
Even more insidious, some desperate bit beneath all that begged for a taste of pleasure. For the smallest mote of kindness and care. The Kalquorians had seen to her release last night, for some reason counting it as important as their own. Amelia wanted that again. She ached for Rajhir to take her as he had the night before, with that commanding and yet considerate power.
Besides, he’ll probably do as he wishes whether I give him permission or not, Amelia thought. She sighed at the idea, unconsciously arching beneath him again, rubbing along his muscular length. If she begged him to stop, he’d probably rape her, just as the others had in the past. If she gave in, letting him and his clanmates enjoy her body, it might not turn ugly. The Kalquorians might be nice again. In the privacy of this room, no one else would know what she’d allowed. Earth wouldn’t find out.
I have no defense anyway. I opened the door to them. I let them in. The courts would say I invited it.
A small part of her mind said there was more to this surrender than the simple act of self-preservation. Amelia shoved that part away. If she allowed herself to face how she really felt about being with these men, she might find the very trouble she was determined not to get into.
She didn’t want to realize that her arms had gone defiant with heaviness, too weak to push the alien male away. She refused to admit her whole body, her entire being, conspired to leave her writhing with helpless desire in Rajhir’s arms. She pretended not to notice her tongue was returning stroke for stroke as he kissed her.
Rajhir’s talented fingers left her sex, and Amelia ached with emptiness. It lasted only a moment before she felt the twin prods at her orifices. The alien broke the mind-searing kiss to stare into her face. His eyes were purple pools, dark with desire.
I should still tell him to stop. I still have time to tell him I don’t want this.
Her mother’s voice spoke in her head. Lies. All lies. I always knew you were a bad seed.
Try as she might, Amelia couldn’t hide from the truth after all. She wanted this encounter too much, especially with Rajhir looking at her with such open need.
Her traitorous legs responded to the aching want in the Dramok’s eyes by wrapping themselves around his hips. Her automatic obedience to her absent government and Church were only tokens as she weakly protested, “Wait. This is wrong. I can’t.”
“There is no wrong lovemaking when a man and woman desire each other so great as we,” Rajhir answered. “You do want me, Amelia. I see it. By the ancestors, let me please you.”
Without waiting for her answer, he lowered himself into Amelia. Her flesh opened to him, taking him in. It was as if her body had decided it had been made for this alien. Her sex and anus seemed to welcome him despite the aching protest of her tighter sleeve. Amelia cried out with the spike of brutal pleasure that came with his slow, gentle invasion.
Again came that wonderful fullness, that devouring pleasure of Rajhir inside both secret openings. Amelia’s breath came in gasping sobs in time with his slow thrusts. Her hips moved against his, drawing him in as deeply as possible. Her breaths ended in whimpers as his strength rubbed against an interior spot of heat and need. Elation soared through her body as he made contact with that nerve cluster over and over. She heaved against him, wanting more of that luscious sensation, that pouring of bliss. After a few moments, she became dimly aware she was doing all the moving. Rajhir had stilled, allowing her to take control, to find her pleasure. Through it all he watched her, his face mirroring her arousal.
“Beautiful Amelia,” he whispered. “Yes, my beauty. Let me give you what you need. Use me to fulfill your desires. Let me take the sad look from you.” He licked her lips with the tip of his tongue.
He took over again, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts, deliciously battering that hot, aching place Amelia hadn’t even known she possessed before meeting the Kalquorians. Rajhir’s breath quickened with hers. She thrust against him in return, chasing that sweet elation that hovered ever nearer. They pounded against each other, bucking hard for ecstasy. Amelia felt the warmth, the blazing light growing within her, overwhelming her. Her head tossed from side to side, and she made small animal cries. Here it was, a blinding whiteness filling her, shaking her, taking her over the edge. She heard Rajhir’s bellow over her cries as he filled her with his passion.
After a few moments of quiet, they recovered their breath. Rajhir lifted from Amelia, brushing her lips with a tender kiss. The movement of his cocks sliding from her made her vibrate with renewed desire. Shocked at her own voracious appetites, Amelia whimpered at the void
he left. Only then did she remember the other two men. They stood close, watching, both naked and aroused. As Rajhir left her, Flencik moved to take his place.
Amelia thought about her duty to resist him, the obligation no part of her body wanted. With the overwhelmingly huge Imdiko descending down like a great force of nature, she could only tremble instead of fight. Seeing him poised to fill her once more made the poignant emptiness inside all the more acute. She wanted him. Sinful or not, illegal or not, she wanted this Kalquorian every bit as much as she’d wanted his clanmate.
Besides, did it really matter if she had sex with Flencik after already surrendering to Rajhir only moments before? As she argued with herself the Imdiko entered, solving the dilemma.
Flencik was even bigger than his Dramok, in length and girth. Amelia’s moan was half-delight, half-torment as the tapered lengths of him swelled inside her tight sheaths. She stretched to her very limits to embrace the behemoth. His size alone was enough to tantalize that secret spot inside, his primary cock pressing hard against it. Her sex flexed in reaction, making both of them groan with the dizzying sensation.
The Imdiko wrapped his massive arms around her, enveloping her in a bear hug. He was alien and a virtual stranger, but the way he held Amelia made her feel strangely guarded and safe. She had the insane urge to ask if she could shelter within his embrace forever.
Flencik clutched her close and lifted Amelia up while keeping her impaled on his dual maleness. He knelt on the lounger, and Amelia ended up sitting on his lap. Her sex spasmed again, dissolving any of her better judgment that might decide to raise a protest. Even the ache of accepting such a large man was delicious in its intensity. It only seemed to accentuate how good it felt otherwise.
“You around me tight,” Flencik sighed. “I no be with so good as you before. So enjoy this feeling.”
He held her still, apparently in no rush to achieve completion. Instead, he kissed the entirety of Amelia’s face, tasting her eyelids, nose, mouth, and chin. While he continued to support her with one arm around her back, his free hand rubbed her breasts. The Imdiko tugged gently on one nipple, then the other, inciting powerful bolts of electric excitement that traveled straight to her clit. Amelia cried out, writhing wildly against him.
His sweet assault had her body clamoring for more. Obeying instinct that was more animal than human, Amelia wrapped her legs around his waist. Hanging onto his shoulders, she worked her body to rise and fall on him, impaling herself on his cocks over and over. Not only was his thickness rubbing hot against the sensitive interior spot, but her clit dragged back and forth over his groin. The iron rod in her butt added a thick, dark pleasure to the brighter tides rolling through her womb. Sobbing sighs escaped her as pleasure built higher and higher.
Flencik trapped her by holding her tight around the middle of her back. His other hand clasped one buttock, grinding her hard against his groin.
Amelia could no longer move, could not claim what her body demanded. “No. Don’t make me stop,” she groaned, the desperate urge to rut overtaking her.
“No fight,” Flencik whispered. “I make pleasure you.”
Using the strength in his powerful arms, he pistoned her up and down over his organs. Their position allowed her clitoris to rub against him with even more delicious friction than before. He drove his groin up and her down, pounding hot moist flesh into hot moist flesh, making the growing heaviness in her loins roil in churning pleasure. Amelia hung onto his wide shoulders for dear life, feeling her senses rushing toward that precipice again. It was happening already, so soon, she was going to fly apart, here it came … she screamed her ecstasy to the ceiling, her head thrown back in release.
Flencik’s climax overcame him moments later. He crushed her to him as if desperate to meld their bodies together. For a moment she forgot to breathe as his cock pulsed hugely, emptying seed into her womb. She felt its warmth coat her insides.
Their moans lessened a little at a time. They clung together, their breath mingling. He kissed her, the movement of his lips and tongue a gentle counterpoint to his earlier frenzy.
As he rose, movement behind Flencik penetrated the glow of sweet release. Amelia saw Breft approach, readying to take the place of his clanmate. His stare seemed the most intense of the three, his features almost cruel with need. He moved like a predator stalking prey, his muscles rippling with fluid grace as he neared. He carried an aura of barely restrained ferocity, something savage and beautiful all at once.
Amelia’s stomach fluttered as Flencik released her, handing her over to the feral-seeming Nobek. A shiver of erotic apprehension tickled down to her sex.
Breft frightened her but excited her at the same time. She remembered how his seed tasted, and she trembled as he leaned over her, searching her eyes. He saw her shiver and smiled. The smile told her any resistance she might offer meant little to him.
“You will give me entrance as well, lovely Amelia,” he said, pressing her back to lie on the lounger. His tone brooked no argument.
She whimpered but offered no resistance, resigned to her fate. She’d given herself to the other two without a fight; it made no sense to deny the third. Breft’s frame, though not as large as his clanmates’, was just as muscled. As its warmth slid next to her, she admitted to herself the delight of his body against her skin.
“Open yourself to me.” The Nobek’s voice sounded soft but left little doubt of the command in it. “Guide me to you.”
Amelia obeyed, wrapping her fingers around his smaller organ and tugging it to her nether orifice. Her other hand positioned his larger sex so that he could thrust it into her flesh.
Breft pressed against her, slipping the tips of his penises in her. He stopped and stared into her face, letting her feel how good his full penetration would be when he granted it. The Kalquorian had a surprise for Amelia, however. Instead of instantly impaling her, he said, “Beg me for it.”
Amelia’s skin flamed hot with embarrassment. He wanted her to beg to have sex? She stared at him in shock. “I can’t do that,” she said, her tone disbelieving. She shoved against his chest.
Breft’s smile grew at her refusal and her attempt to fight. He gathered her wrists in one hand and held them over her head, pinning them to the cushions. She gushed honey on the alien flesh teasing her, and he chuckled, the sound so very masculine and powerful. His free hand rubbed her breasts. “I know you desire it. You want to feel me thrusting inside you. Your body betrays you, so it’s no use denying it. Beg me.”
“That’s – that’s impossible!”
She tried to yank her arms free, but his grip held like iron. Chuckling, as if they only played a game, Breft gently slapped her heavy breasts. Amelia yelped at the light strikes, finding the stinging more arousing for the pain.
Everything the Kalquorian did fed that masochistic streak she tried to keep under control. Moisture flowed in a thick river from her core. Breft was mastering her utterly, and heaven help her, she wanted him to do more. The feeling of him at her threshold was driving Amelia crazy. To beg however … to actually say she wanted sex … such a thing was unthinkable. The thought of what would happen if anyone heard her speak that way, the things they would do to her if she was caught inviting carnal activities made her heart pound in terror.
Even as instinctual fear made her struggle, Amelia realized she was being foolish. She wasn’t on Earth. She wouldn’t be punished if she asked Breft for sex. Her pulse slowed, and the desire his commands invoked warmed her belly. She was safe to enjoy this.
But to actually ask him to make love? Amelia didn’t even know where to begin.
“Please,” she moaned, thrusting her hips forward, trying to take more of him in. Breft laughed and withdrew almost all the way.
“You can do better than that,” he said in a reasonable tone, but the hungry look in his eyes told a different story. He wanted total domination, mental as well as physical. He really wanted her to plead.
Amelia looked at Rajhir an
d Flencik and knew no help existed there. They stood nearby, watching with rapt attention. Rajhir even nodded his head in approval. “I would hear you ask for what you wish,” he murmured.
Breft pinched her nipples. Amelia squirmed at the pleasure his touch gave her. She groaned. She really shouldn’t do this. She shouldn’t even want it. Why was she so weak in her morals? Why did she desire Breft’s domination, his complete control over her?
“Tell me what you want from me,” the Nobek insisted. His hand drifted from her breasts to her clitoris. He brushed the straining bud with a feather touch. Amelia wailed at the cruel pleasure. He gave her no mercy; instead he teased the swollen flesh by drawing slow circles against it with his fingertip. She writhed beneath him, desperate to be pleasured by him.
“Why do you fight?” he asked. “A few simple words will give you all the pleasure you desire. Speak them, little one. Speak them so we may both have release. Say ‘please make love to me’.”
Amelia wanted to. She never knew such great need existed. But even with him giving her the words, even though she knew Earth couldn’t harm her here on Plasius, it took great will to force the sentence from her lips.
Tears ran from her eyes and a sob hitched from her chest. Breft’s eyes widened for a moment before her voice tore from her throat. “Please … Breft … make love to me.”
He blinked, clearly concerned. His tone cautious, he prompted her, “Say, ‘I need you to take me now’.”
Amelia cried even harder. Had she really been so brainwashed by her own people? Why were the words so difficult to dredge up?
“Amelia?” Breft looked worriedly at Flencik who drew closer. The Imdiko looked horrified by her tears.
She told them, “Inviting you to do this would be a sentence of death on Earth. It’s difficult to say when all my life I’ve been warned what will happen.”
Rajhir knelt by the lounger. He stroked her hair from her brow. “Do you wish to say such things? Do you wish to claim freedom from these terrible ideas, that sex is to be punished?”
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