Cissy hung breathless for another moment, her body on the cusp of succumbing. Then it edged back just a little. Then a little more. Then a little more.
Cissy exhaled on a wail. She quaked in reaction, her body hurting from the denial. Thinking more like an animal in survival mode than a person, she fought her restraints. She tried to bring her legs together so she could at least try to rub free the devouring hunger between them.
The men said nothing. They only watched her desperate struggle with intent gazes, predators sizing up prey.
At last Cissy’s thinking mind returned. She stopped fighting to lay gasping and aching. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Her pussy pulsed with raw need, need she feared would not be met for a while.
After a few moments, Wal resumed pumping her ass with the plug. Cissy whimpered. She whimpered again when his hand began that quick cracking against her butt. She uttered a muffled, pleading cry when Diltan powered the vibrator up again. She screamed when it found her clit, shattering her thoughts. She shrieked even louder when Rolat licked her throbbing nipples with his brutal tongue.
Cissy screamed without embarrassment, her mind uncoupled from any notion but that her body must achieve release. She was trapped, and orgasm was the only way she could find freedom from the glorious torture she was made to suffer. Cold sweat broke out on her skin as passion reached its zenith, crumbling all she’d ever known into dust.
It stopped again, leaving her suspended on that awful peak where arousal hurt rather than excited. Cissy’s cries were that of a tortured animal.
The big man kneeling over her, the one who filled her nipples with enthralling stabs of pain, looked to the one who wielded the humming instrument. “I think her limit has been reached.”
“So has mine. We will make the ultimate claim on her body.”
Nothing they said made sense to Cissy. All she knew was that she needed relief and these three were her only hope for that. They were also the ones who could withhold it, leaving her grasping forever.
She made a plaintive sound, trying to tell them she would grant them anything they wished. Anything, just to make this awful longing stop.
At first, Cissy thought they were going to walk away. Diltan let the vibrator drop to the floor, and Wal pulled the plug out of her ass and tossed it aside. She cried in earnest as the gag was removed from her mouth. Her thoughts were too tattered to allow her speech, however. She wanted to beg, but she couldn’t remember how.
The men shifted around her, changing positions and bringing their bodies close. They rolled Cissy on her side. Rolat spooned tight against her back. She felt his slick cocks nestle in between her buttocks. Wal arranged himself so that her face nestled between his shoulder and neck, with her upper leg slung over his hip. Diltan moved up so that he knelt over their heads. He looked down on the rest of them, as if they had gathered there just for him.
Rolat shifted, bringing the tip of his primary cock to her asshole. Cissy’s glad cry rang out. They were not abandoning her to suffer unrequited desire. They would fulfill her. They would fulfill themselves through her. She trembled with eagerness, ready to give them everything she possessed in her heart, body, and soul.
The Nobek entered her. What should have been a profound ache as his substantial girth spread her ass was pleasure to Cissy. Had she not still been bound, had she been able to move, she would have taken his primary cock even faster. His invasion was steady, but it felt as if an eternity passed before he had filled her with himself.
Cissy moaned in bliss as Rolat pumped his hips, fucking her with sure strokes. Her body was so primed now that she knew she could achieve orgasm this way. Passion built once more, her body making that climb that must end in release this time.
Her cry was strangled when the Nobek abruptly halted with just the tip of his cock encased in her willing flesh. Dismay vanished as Wal moved against her. Hard, wet heat prodded her pussy, guided by his hand. Then astonishing thickness invaded her womanhood. It took several moments before Cissy realized the Imdiko was stuffing both his cocks inside her.
The hand he’d used to position himself for the double entry covered her mouth. “Lick my juices off. Taste me,” he growled, his eyes alight with excitement.
Cissy obeyed, loving the spicy taste of Kalquorian male as his cocks pushed inside, filling her to her limits. Again, what she thought should have hurt brought only incredible pleasure. She wasn’t climbing to orgasm now. She hurtled towards it.
By the time Wal reached his end, Cissy trembled on the verge. She was almost there, and she didn’t think any force in the universe would keep her from climax this time. As Wal drew himself out, emptying her, Rolat pressed in. Feeling all that pressure from three cocks drove Cissy right to the edge. Nirvana was now inevitable.
From far away, she heard Rolat gasp, “I can feel you through her.”
Wal’s voice was strained. “Fuck, that’s the most wonderful sensation!”
Whatever else the men said was lost to Cissy. The moment of exaltation had arrived.
She soared through a blinding whiteness, her body shattering against a mighty force that seemed to come from inside and out. At last the power that had been denied found its outlet, and it streamed in fierce pulses. Cissy hung between worlds, buffeted over and over.
The surges gradually weakened, but were not spent. Through the continued pitches and swells, some of the world Cissy knew re-asserted itself. She became aware of Rolat and Wal bucking against her, chasing their own pleasures. Diltan’s hand appeared to brush the trio’s hair back and caress their cheeks. He leaned close, holding his larger, weeping cock. Cissy watched the gorgeous length approach, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Yes, my Matara. Take me. Love me, my beauty. Please – I don’t deserve you, but I beg you to make me yours.”
He filled her eager mouth. Now the clan possessed her ... and she possessed all of them. They were hers now, no matter what. She knew it as sure as she knew her name. It was the most profound moment of Cissy’s life.
She was enjoying the last sweet pulses of orgasm when Wal announced his with a cry. Moments later, Rolat’s deep groans joined in. They lay gasping and still, their cocks still throbbing inside Cissy when Diltan yelled. His pleasure flooded her mouth, completing the joining.
When the Dramok was depleted, he crawled heavily over the mat’s surface to thump down behind Wal. Gasps slowed. Pulses calmed. The four found the strength to cuddle close to each other, sharing warmth in a contented knot.
Little by little, Cissy remembered the world outside the sleeping room, a world that seemed to be less and less secure. But we aren’t, she assured herself.
To prove it to herself, she said out loud, “Tell me we don’t have to be apart again. Tell me this is forever.”
Diltan’s head appeared over Wal’s. He propped his chin on the sleepily smiling Imdiko’s shoulder. “You are ours, my love. As soon as decorum allows, I will make the offer to clan you. An offer you will accept.”
She chuckled at the order before rolling her eyes at him. “You and appearances. Aren’t you the one who said fuck propriety? Well, fuck decorum too. Decorum sucks.”
He grinned, but there was real regret in his tone. “I agree. However, there is one inescapable fact: you are a member of the Imperial Family. Therefore, certain proprieties will have to be observed as much as we may dislike doing so.”
Rolat snickered. “You can’t help but vex him in one way or the other, can you Cissy?”
She sighed. “Even when I play nice with Diltan, I can’t play nice with Diltan.”
The Dramok reached to stroke her hair, delighting her with his touch. “Have no fear, my love. I will make my intentions known to your family with undue haste.”
“And you can be sure I will accept. Heaven help them if they try to stop me.”
“That’s a bigger threat than any Rolat could offer,” Wal observed. “Only a lunatic or Diltan would dare oppose you. But then, the two may be one
and the same.”
Diltan smacked the Imdiko’s ass for that one while Cissy and Rolat laughed.
Happy despite having to wait on naming herself part of Clan Diltan, Cissy said, “I guess that makes us engaged then. Hey, you’re ridiculously rich. Where is my ridiculously huge ring with the billion carat diamond?”
Diltan grinned, looking as euphoric as she felt. “I’ll buy you rings for every finger, if that will make you happy. Anything your heart desires, my Matara.”
She waved off his offer. “I’m not interested in any stupid rocks or jewelry. Just you three. That’s all my little old heart wants.”
“That will save some money,” Wal said, spurring more laughter.
Cissy thought there was no better sound than their mingled joy. That was better than any other declaration of their union.
Chapter 29
High expectation and anxiety filled the court the next morning. The galleries filled to capacity once more. Cissy was amazed to see the number of Earther women there, all who seemed to be surrounded by their clans. The Royal Council’s gallery was similarly filled with both councilmen and their clanmates, including Mataras.
It was a gesture of solidarity with Yuder, as well as gratitude. Cissy exchanged hopeful smiles with her sister, aunt, cousins, and Jessica’s friend Michaela, who had also shown up as a show of support. Could this be a sign that things might go their way? That the revolution faction of Kalquor might be relenting?
If it was, the emperors and their accompanying aides showed no sign of optimism. The men’s faces were set in lines of unsmiling stoicism. Clajak in particular sat quite still in his seat.
Tasha leaned in close to Cissy to whisper. “So Wal didn’t give you any indication?”
She shook her head, remembering with some embarrassment her combativeness the day before. “It’s not proper for him to do so. Plus, I think he’s trying to protect everyone from accusations of special treatment.”
As usual, Kalquorian hearing won out over whispers. Egilka shifted in his seat to smile at them. “Honorable Wal is a good man and an excellent judge. No matter what, he’ll have done things as they should be done.”
The Imdiko emperor winced then, as if his words stung him. He looked worriedly at Clajak who sat beside him.
The tense set of Clajak’s shoulders eased a little. He turned his head to look at Egilka. In that look, Cissy saw the respect and trust the Dramok held for his clanmate.
He said, “Indeed Wal will act with the utmost honor. Let me add that no one in his clan has acted improperly when it comes to upholding the Empire.” He turned his warm gaze to Cissy. “I hope they make you happy, my cousin. Whatever my father’s sentence may be, I can’t be more pleased with your choice of a clan.”
Cissy was surprised Clajak realized how serious her relationship with Clan Diltan had become. But then, it was his clan’s business to know what was going on in the Empire – perhaps they took that responsibility to extended family just as seriously. As everyone else added their smiles, she knew they’d all somehow figured things out ... maybe sooner than she had
Then again, Jessica was Clan Clajak’s Matara. Jessica had a habit of sniffing out secrets that affected those she loved.
Cissy was relieved to know her in-laws approved of Clan Diltan. There would be no obstacles to clanning with the men she loved. Even Lindsey, who remained uncertain about the matter after Cissy had told her about Diltan’s confession, gave her a thumbs-up to indicate her support.
Cissy turned her attention to Diltan and Rolat, both sitting in the crowded Royal Council gallery. They gave her questioning looks. They had apparently seen something of the exchange. Cissy winked at them with a leer. Then she stuck her tongue out at the pair, being the brat. Rolat grinned and Diltan shook a finger at her. The subdued snickers around Cissy told her that the exchange had been witnessed by her family.
“Those poor men,” Tasha sighed.
The courtroom went quiet as the judges walked out onto their platform. All hilarity vanished in an instant. The court officer announced the session had begun.
From his podium, Onziv told the officer, “Bring in Imperial Father Nobek Yuder.”
Yuder came out of the door that Cissy had been told was the holding area. This time he was flanked by twice the guards as the day before despite the invisible containment shield between the front area and the public gallery. There were no calls against him. In fact, Cissy could detect only her own breath in the near-absolute silence. Then again, most of the gallery had filled with supporters. Any dissenters would be vastly outnumbered today.
Yuder glanced up at their box, his gaze moving between Clajak and Tara. Then he bowed to Nivere before standing at her side. He faced the judges, standing straight, tall, and proud.
He and the judges exchanged nods. Then Onziv spoke.
“Imperial Father Yuder, Nobek of Clan Zarl, you have entered a plea of guilty in the matter of the willful abductions of Earther Mataras. This action which you confess to resulted in war with Earth, leading to its subsequent destruction. Do you stand by your guilty plea?”
Another slight nod. “I do, Honorable Onziv. I accept the sentence you have deemed just for me.”
Onziv took a deep breath. “Very well. Before I pass sentence, I would like the Empire to know that this panel of honorable judges has taken into consideration certain variables. These details include the reasons the defense put forth for Imperial Father Yuder’s actions.” His direct gaze centered on Yuder. “Your age and the impact your punishment will have on the Imperial Clan, which leads our Empire, has also been considered. The assertions of those Mataras alleged to have been brought against their will to Kalquor and who have come forward to defend you have been weighed.”
Onziv’s chin lifted. Cissy tensed, knowing the judgment was coming.
The head judge said, “We are satisfied your intentions were for the most part good, striving for the welfare of the Empire. However, we are also unanimous in believing you and then Emperor Zarl misplaced your concern that our culture be continued through a breeding program. You willfully put our culture’s continuity ahead of all other more important considerations.”
Tasha grabbed Cissy’s hand. Cissy squeezed, feeling doom descending.
“Imperial Father, you ignored the warnings from the leadership of Earth that the repercussions of bringing their women here would result in war. In so doing, you cleared the path for Earth’s destruction as well as the possible extinction all species of that planet. For setting us on a course that resulted in Earth’s Armageddon, the deaths of billions of its people, and placing its indigenous species at risk, justice must be served. You are hereby exiled to the penal colony on the moon of Baldu for a term of fifty years.”
The courtroom rang with gasps. Several of the Earther women began to sob, including Michaela. Meanwhile, the emperors and Jessica sat stone-faced, giving no reaction at all. Tara also sat quietly, her expression controlled.
Onziv wasn’t done. “In addition to this sentence, this court recommends you be handed over to the Galactic Council of Planets to face that distinguished body’s charges. We order that matter be taken up by the Royal Council and Imperial Clan at their earliest opportunity. Until then, you will be placed in custody to begin serving your sentence at once. This honorable panel’s decision is so decreed. Court is adjourned.”
The judges filed out. Wal did not look in Cissy’s direction. Perhaps he feared what he would see ... but Cissy was too shocked to know if she was angry with him or not.
Yuder gazed up at Tara as he was escorted out of the courtroom by his guards. His expression was one of comfort. Tara blew him a kiss, looking braver than Cissy thought possible. Then he went through the door, gone.
Tasha was the first to find her voice. “Fifty years? Auntie Tara—”
Lindsey and Jessica were on their feet, moving to embrace their mother. The men also stood, looking towards her. Even Clajak seemed more concerned for her loss than his own.
Tara’s courageous expression never wavered. There was a noticeable tremor in her voice, however. “I’m all right, everyone. After all, we knew it would probably come to this.”
Bevau went to her. He bent to press his forehead to hers. “Baldu is a minimum security facility, and one that will allow you many visits. It’s as easy a penal colony as one could hope for. He will be well treated.”
Clajak added, “It’s not a work camp, Earth Mom. Yuder’s biggest worry there will be boredom.” He drew a shuddering breath. “It’s a longer sentence than I had hoped for, but in balancing the need for justice, I think the panel did their best.”
Tara managed a smile. “Now the rebellion has no leg to stand on, not really. It’s what Yuder hoped for. I know he’s pleased.”
Clajak rubbed his forehead, worry lining his handsome face and aging it. “I’m more concerned about how he’ll fare before the Galactic Council’s courts. I do not think they will be so lenient.”
Jessica touched his arm, fear lighting in her eyes. “Yuder has already been given a near-life sentence, my Dramok. Do we have to hand him over to them?”
“If we want to keep the Basma’s rebellion to an unhappy few, we have no choice. For the Empire’s sake, we must vote for Yuder’s extradition.” Clajak reached to stroke Tara’s cheek. “My greatest sorrow is for your loss, Earth Mom. I know how much he means to you. This sacrifice is as much yours as his.”
She impatiently scrubbed away the lone tear that streaked from her eye. “It is the way of life, Clajak. Sorrow and joy, ever trading places forever and always.”
Even stoic Egilka was moved to emotion. His voice choked, he told Tara, “Yuder is fortunate to have a mate such as you. We are all lucky in that respect. Your strength bolsters ours.”
Cissy silently agreed. Tara had always been a beacon of grace, and she shone brighter than ever in the wake of this personal calamity.
Cissy knew she lacked that kind of courage. Now that Clan Diltan was undeniably her future, she knew she would never be able to let them go. Not even for an Empire. Faith and Kalquor be damned; she could not survive such a thing.
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