Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06]

by Tracy St. John

  Erybet’s eyes were bright with contained mirth. “Now hush, little sweet. Your pleasure comes first, and you must allow us to take care of your needs.”

  With that, he moved away from the bed to stand before the curtain-draped wall. He swept the fabric aside. There were no strange or crazy bondage instruments behind this particular drape. He did something, and a drawer slid soundlessly out of the wall. The Dramok rummaged in it for a moment, then extracted a couple of objects. Another motion, and the drawer disappeared seamlessly into the wall once more.

  Erybet stalked back to the sleeping mat, his smile evil enough to make Rachel’s guts clench in anticipation. But when she looked at the things he carried, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of them.

  One was a cylindrical metal object with what appeared to be a soft foam cover at one end.

  The other looked just like a miniature Kalquorian penis … well miniature compared to what Conyod had possessed both front and back. It was slightly less than what Marcus had been gifted with. Was the Dramok planning to fuck her with it?

  It had a flat flared base too. Rachel guessed it was to prevent it from going in too far. Okay, she thought she could handle a little experimentation with the fake cock, but she dearly hoped to get the real deal as well. She just wished she knew what the soft-tipped metal cylinder was for.

  Erybet knelt between her legs. “We enjoy using various accessories when we make love.

  You don’t seem adverse to a little adventure. Or being held down.”

  Rachel gave him a little shrug, since she didn’t know just how much ‘adventure’ he wanted to take her on. She gave the cylinder a doubtful look.

  “This? It won’t cause any pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. Dushveb, misfot.”

  At the foreign words, the cylinder made a low humming sound. His gaze on her face, Erybet lowered the cushioned end of the cylinder to Rachel’s sex, touching her clit. A steady vibration pulsed against her flesh. Rachel gave a little cry as pleasure clenched her lower parts.

  Her hips jerked, and the Dramok took the cylinder away.

  “Enjoyable, isn’t it? Would you like more?”

  Rachel’s pussy was trembling in the aftermath of the brief but intense contact with the device. She wasn’t sure how much stimulation from it she could handle. Could there be such a thing as too much pleasure? She was almost afraid to find out.

  “Ray-Ray, I asked you a yes-or-no question, one you can easily answer. Do you want more or not?”

  There was challenge in his voice, and damn him, she’d never been able to turn down a challenge. It was a matter of stupid, blind pride and she knew it. It still didn’t change the fact that she refused to back down from anything. Besides, he was thrilling her body, not hurting her.

  She jerked a nod at him.

  Erybet’s grin was almost cruel as he brought the vibrating toy to Rachel’s clit again. Fierce elation shot through her groin and belly. She yelled and her hips bucked off the bed. He pressed it to her more firmly, and she writhed uncontrollably, her cries growing louder as hot, stomach clenching orgasm stampeded towards her. Erybet kept up with her gyrations, not letting her escape the pulsating machine. Oh gosh, she was going over, going to come harder than she’d ever come before…

  The belly-twisting sensation was suddenly gone. Erybet had withdrawn the massage toy again. Rachel panted and stared at him. Why had he stopped? She’d been ready to orgasm.

  Damn it, she’d been right there! The ache in her loins was pounding, demanding release, and she squirmed desperately, thrusting her hips up at the Dramok.

  “My Nobek, she acts as if she wants more. Too bad she can’t tell us, isn’t it?” The look on Erybet’s face was positively evil.

  “Very unfortunate,” Sletran agreed. His expression was every bit as devilish.

  Rachel squealed and thrust her hips up again. She didn’t understand why they were teasing her. What kind of jerks was Conyod clanned to, anyway?

  “Do you accept my authority over you, little Ray-Ray?” Erybet asked.

  Authority? Like control? Rachel stilled. If he was discussing just this sexual encounter, she could live with that. But what if he was looking for more?

  “I guess I must prove my case a little better,” the Dramok mused. He set the fake dick down on the bed and grasped the back of Rachel’s leg. Raising it, he said, “Will you hold this for me, Sletran?”

  “Of course.” With the hand not pinning her wrists, the Nobek took hold and held her leg up and out.

  At the same time, Erybet tucked her other knee between his arm and side, rendering that leg powerless as well. Rachel gasped. She was open and vulnerable to him now. With his free hand, Erybet spread open her pussy lips, fully exposing her engorged clit. The humming device lowered towards it.

  Rachel strained to jerk free. She couldn’t move, and the vibrator was getting closer …

  closer…

  The light touch sent a blast of renewed ecstasy through her loins. She tensed all over, her body battling to both escape and embrace the wicked instrument. Able to do neither, it strained to release the mounting pressure.

  Oh please.

  Erybet took the device away once again. “Sholt,” he said, and it fell quiet.

  Rachel lay gasping, her senses chaotic with need and denial. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. She’d never known such delightful agony. Part of her wanted to escape, but another part wanted to remain under the pair’s power as well, even if they continued to torment her. The warring emotions confused her. She wanted a moment to think the situation through.

  Unfortunately, Erybet had no intention of giving her any time for contemplation.

  “You are quite wet, Matara,” he said, his tone approving. “Perhaps you are reluctant to give yourself over, but your body is eager for my command. I think perhaps just a touch more convincing will make you accept my authority.”

  He set the cylinder down. His finger traced her swollen, sensitive pussy, and Rachel keened a wordless plea. Something, anything, would feel good inside her right now. She ached to be filled. She ached to come. Damn it, she just plain ached.

  A fingertip settled over the entrance to her womanhood. Erybet pushed inside, and she groaned to feel him enter her. Her channel clutched at him, eager for the penetration.

  The Dramok’s gaze flicked to his clanmate. “Sletran, you should feel this. It is the softest flesh I’ve even known, yielding so easily. But it’s tight too.”

  The Nobek growled deep in his throat. The purely animal sound made Rachel shudder.

  Erybet’s voice was nearly as feral. “I will warm my cocks inside you very soon. But first, you must yield yourself entirely to me.”

  His words gave Rachel another flare of fear, but the intensity of her arousal pushed it back after a few strokes of his finger. He rotated and probed, and Rachel jerked when he made contact with a spot that sent a cascade of sensation up her spine.

  “There?” He rubbed it again, and she whimpered her affirmation. “Good to know.”

  Erybet withdrew, again leaving Rachel too empty. She squalled like an angry cat. The men simply laughed, as if indulging a cranky child.

  Erybet picked up the fake cock, nestling its tip against the opening of her pussy. Rachel’s pulse picked up speed. It was definitely thicker than his finger, though not as thick as what she really wanted. Still, she was riled up enough that almost anything would do.

  “You get this here for only a few moments,” Erybet said and pressed it in.

  Rachel’s head fell back as the rigid toy filled her. At the same time, Erybet’s fingers from his other hand, still slick with her juices, slid down her slit until they reached her back passage.

  One wriggled against her, insistent. Rachel made herself relax to allow him entry.

  She sighed as the Dramok moved past the tight ring of muscles guarding against that most taboo of delights. His finger gently probed, stretching her as he slowly pumped the fake dick in and out of her. Rachel
warbled her delight at the double penetration.

  “Good, Matara. Very good. Stay relaxed.”

  A second finger moved inside. Rachel closed her eyes, shutting out all but sounds and sensations. The sweet, slippery noises of penetration filled her ears, along with her quick breaths. Her moans became continuous, in time with the slow pulses of Erybet working her flesh.

  “You’re almost ready for us,” he said.

  Fingers and toy withdrew. Rachel whimpered, her eyes opening to beseech him. Before she could spend too long begging, he pushed the fake dick into her rear entry.

  He’d stretched her well, and the wet toy slipped in easily. There was a slight ache as it grew in circumference and she adjusted. The minute discomfort only heightened her need for a good, solid fuck. Erybet watched her carefully as he inserted the toy all the way until the wide base stopped him.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  She nodded, though she wanted more. Much, much more.

  Erybet smiled, and the threat was back in his expression. “Excellent, Ray-Ray. Now let’s get back to our earlier discussion. Do you accept my authority right here and now?”

  Oh crap. Was he really going to do this?

  Rachel motioned for her handheld. She wanted to know exactly what the Dramok meant by his question.

  “No, Ray-Ray. I want another simple yes or no answer. Though if you say no, I will be forced to try to convince you otherwise.”

  Well, she certainly wasn’t going to give away her power to a near stranger. No way.

  A hum announced the vibrator had been turned back on. “Answer, Matara?”

  Rachel had a feeling Erybet’s earlier teasing had been but a small taste of the torture he might make her endure. Her mouth was dry. She’d been desperate to come then, almost crazed for orgasm. That he could make it worse, she had no doubt. That she wanted to be tested was also a fact. But she wanted it to end with everyone getting off. Somehow she had the feeling Erybet wouldn’t let that happen until she acquiesced to his dominance.

  She just couldn’t resist a challenge though, especially since she wasn’t sure exactly how much power he wanted over her. She shook her head no.

  Erybet actually looked pleased. “Very well then.”

  The humming device touched her, sending agonized delight into her core. Heat ballooned where it made contact and spread throughout her belly. The groan that she emitted felt like it came all the way from the base of her spine. She strained against the men, but there was no way to move, no avenue of escape.

  Erybet took the vibrator away, and Rachel groaned again with loss. He pulled the plug from her anus partway and pushed it in again. Now she had another heady sensation to excite her.

  After a few moments of that, Erybet sheathed the anal plug to apply the vibrator to her clit once more. Stomach-churning pleasure erupted with a vengeance.

  “Now, my little Ray-Ray. Are you ready to surrender yourself to me?”

  The ache for release was growing to an acute point. Rachel managed to jerk a little, rubbing herself harder against the thrumming surface. She cried out, closing in on nirvana.

  Erybet withdrew the delicious pressure, just out of her reach. “No, you may not. Not until you concede to me.”

  He went back to fucking her rear with the fake cock. It felt good, but it wasn’t what she wanted. But to get what she wanted, she had to give in to him.

  “I am Dramok. I am the leader. Give yourself over, Ray-Ray.”

  The cylinder touched her pussy briefly. It went away. He continued to ply her ass with the dildo. Another brief brush of thrumming power against her clit, then he drew back once more.

  She wailed.

  “Surrender yourself sexually, Ray-Ray. It is the only way to get what you desire.”

  Somehow she understood him through the roaring in her ears. Erybet had only asked her submission for sex. Nothing else. She immediately nodded her agreement.

  The humming quieted and Erybet eased the fake cock from her butt. “Finally. You are a difficult woman to convince, Matara.” His chuckle was filled with admiration, however.

  “At last,” Sletran groaned. “I’m in pain from watching her take such torment. She is not the only one in need of release.”

  “She will take us both at once then. For her stubbornness and making us suffer.”

  Both of them? At the same time? Rachel’s breath nearly froze in her chest. The thought of having one set of cocks in her pussy and ass while she took the other man in her mouth was pure delicious fantasy. She’d never had two men at once.

  Erybet sat back and swept the toys aside. His shirt came off, swiftly followed by his short pants. Rachel’s heart hammered. He was just as endowed as Conyod, a little more, in fact. A very, very big boy. She thought he might split her in two. Oh, but what a way to go.

  He knelt between her legs once more. Sletran released her so that the Dramok could pull her upright to straddle his muscled thighs. He lifted her, his hands around her waist, and she braced her hands against those wide shoulders. His skin was so warm. And the hard tips of his cocks bumping up against lady parts were downright hot.

  A hand, Sletran’s no doubt, angled Erybet’s front cock so that it zeroed in on its intended orifice. Rachel groaned a welcome as the tip slipped in. Then she really groaned when the Dramok pulled her down onto himself, spearing deep within her. All the preparation and teasing had her more than ready for the taking. The Dramok filled her easily, as if meant for her body alone. His penetration went deep, making the tip of his penis collide with her cervix. Slivers of pleasure dug deep into her belly.

  Her backend was graced by the insertion of a couple of fingers. Doubling the heady thrills.

  Rachel dimly wondered why Sletran hadn’t put Erybet’s second cock in her there. Perhaps he thought she needed more stretching. Well, it felt fine as could be, and when he added a third finger, it felt even better. She was really happy the Kalquorians were naturally equipped for double penetration. Really, really happy.

  Erybet wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her against his warm, solid body. His mouth closed over hers, kissing her deeply, with breath-stealing passion. Rachel closed her arms around his neck, giving as good as she got and rubbing against him as much as his firm hold would allow. He felt so good. She wanted his hips to move, for him to fuck her hard and proper.

  The Kalquorian broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Now just one last little thing, and you’ll be ready for us both. Sletran?”

  “Only a moment of discomfort, my little warrior woman,” the Nobek breathed in her ear.

  His mouth closed over the side of her neck. A sharp report of pain there clenched her whole body, and Erybet hissed.

  “Easy, Matara. You’ll make me erupt before I’ve had a chance to enjoy you properly.

  There, the pain of his bite should be gone now.”

  The brief burst of agony had disappeared, and the first hint of intoxicant seeped into her body. Rachel let it take her. She knew from her experience with Conyod and the earlier one with a young Dramok named Sojan how delightful the aliens’ bites made sex feel. As if the act wasn’t wondrous enough.

  Euphoria suffused her entire body and mind before Sletran released her. “How do you feel, my beauty?” he asked.

  Rachel’s head fell back on his shoulder. She gazed into the Nobek’s watchful blue-purple eyes and smiled her biggest, widest smile.

  The bodies against hers shook with laughter. “I believe she is properly primed,” Erybet said.

  “Then with your permission, my Dramok?”

  “Oh, absolutely.”

  Erybet rose up on his knees. Sletran’s fingers left her nether sleeve, and Rachel’s lower lip slid forward in a pout. She sucked it right back in when she felt something much bigger readying to take their place.

  No way. If he was anywhere near the size of Conyod and Erybet, no fucking way. She couldn’t possibly accept all that.

  Somehow the small burst of alarm couldn�
�t overcome the drugging venom he’d put in her system. She didn’t struggle. The tip of him slipped in, slick and hot and exciting to feel. His sigh rang in her ears.

  “That’s it, Ray-Ray. Stay relaxed and easy.”

  Erybet added, “If you need to stop to take time to adjust, squeeze my shoulders.”

  The heady sensation crept towards a deep ache as Sletran pressed further in. The tight ring of muscles became reluctant to accept him. At the same time, a part of Rachel’s lust and intoxicant-fogged brain enjoyed the domination. Even more exciting was the little bit of fear that if she protested they might still make her take all of Sletran; every last inch of what had to be a monster cock.

  All those fantasies I had. The wish Marcus would hold me down and do whatever he wanted to me. I kept quiet about it all those years. I was too scared of what he’d think to ask him for that. Now I’m getting it with Erybet and Sletran.

  You wanted it, girl. Now you can damn well accept it from these men who want to give it to you.

  When the ache increased to the first bolt of real pain, Rachel didn’t let herself clutch Erybet’s shoulder. Something on her face warned the Dramok however, and he said, “Hold a moment, Sletran.”

  The Nobek halted his invasion, and the pain steadied. Even as she panted with the burning torment, Rachel shook her head. She could take it. She wanted to take it.

  “Easy,” Erybet murmured, gently kissing her face. “We will take what we desire, but you will desire it just as much. Let your body adjust to ours.”

  “My possession of your sweet, round ass is more than halfway,” Sletran added, his growling voice giving her goosebumps. “I will sheath all of myself inside you to our mutual enjoyment.

  You may be assured of that.”

  He eased a little more inside until Rachel panted in reaction. She was clutching Erybet’s shoulders hard now despite efforts not to, the tension she refused to allow in her back end having to assert itself somewhere.

  “Such a desire to please,” Erybet said. The blue-purple of his irises were all but lost in the widened pupils. “I will have to give Conyod my sincere thanks for sabotaging our efforts with earlier Mataras.”