Little by little Sletran’s possession continued until at last he said, “There. I am inside of her.
She is so tight, I may not last nearly as long as I would like.”
“That makes two of us. We must do our utmost to see to her pleasure, however.
Fortunately, she seems as ready for it as we are.”
Rachel thought, I’m ready for it all right. Crammed gloriously, if somewhat painfully full of Kalquorians, she’d never known such an amazing sense of completion. The thought of what it would be like to have Conyod here as well, his forward cock shoved down her throat, made her writhe. It would happen. It had to.
“Easy, Ray-Ray.” Erybet gasped for breath.
He moved, slipping out of her until only the tip of him remained in her slick grasp. Then the Dramok thrust in. As he did so, plunging deep, Sletran slid all but the smallest bit of himself loose. The friction of the two men moving inside her, going in opposite directions, was intense.
Then Erybet was withdrawing and Sletran was re-entering. The ache was diminishing, getting lost in the powerful surge of desire. All Rachel could do was hold onto the wide shoulders before her as they plunged into her in turns, thrusting harder and harder as her cries urged them on. The tightness of having two men inside her at once meant heavy pressure on every little sensitive nerve. She was swamped with carnal ecstasy, her body swelling with awesome need.
The cocks shoved deep inside, claiming her over and over. She sobbed with the glorious feel of the flesh surrounding and invading her.
Sletran’s voice in her ear was a primal growl. “You must climax, my lovely warrior. I cannot hold off much longer.”
“I have her. Bring her now,” Erybet gasped. His hands tightened on her waist.
Sletran released the grip he had on one of her buttocks. His fingers reached between her legs, where Erybet’s cock dove in and out of her pussy faster and harder than ever. The Nobek found her clit. He pinched.
Rachel’s entire lower body seized as heat and force blasted through her. She shrieked at the ceiling as huge washes of release burst through. Her body twisted and fought the monstrous force having its way with her but was unable to move very much for the two blocks of Kalquorian stone that trapped her. Gorgeous crescendo sizzled all the way up her spine, forcing itself out through screams that tore from her throat.
The pulse ripped free of her, and she sagged bonelessly between the two men still working furiously against her. Rachel bounced like a rag doll over their driving cocks.
Erybet stiffened all over. A cry strained through his clenched teeth, and Rachel felt his dick pulse hugely within her pussy. The next instant Sletran slammed his full length into her and he howled, his cock throbbing in tandem with his clanmate’s. They were filling her pussy and ass with their seed, pumping themselves deep into her. The thought made her clench again, and she groaned as her nether parts clutched at the cocks inside her, as if to milk them of every precious drop they could give.
The air was filled with grunts and moans, the spicy-savory smell of lust realized. The bodies plastered against Rachel’s were moist with sweat, as was hers. She felt and heard the pounding of the men’s hearts, joining the racing of hers. They shook and she trembled as the last sexual expulsions left the group.
The men collapsed on their sides with her still trapped between them. They fell carefully onto the sleeping mat’s forgiving surface. Wrapped in warm, strong bodies, the softening lengths of them still embedded within her as if they belonged there, Rachel smiled. If this was how all her secret fantasies were going to play out, she was going to be a very satisfied woman.
“You are all right, Ray-Ray?” Erybet sounded breathless.
She looked up at his pretty face. Sletran leaned up a little so he could see her too. She marveled at how such rugged features could look so similar to the Dramok’s when they both wore the same satisfied expression. She gave them her biggest smile and a thumbs up. Then she mouthed Wow.
The men chuckled and snuggled her tight between them. “It can’t get much better than that, especially when you add in her screams,” Sletran smirked.
“I’d say we’ve done her proud.” Erybet’s eyes narrowed at Rachel. “I would like to know why you were so reluctant to hand over control though.”
Rachel made tapping motions with her fingers. Sletran moved behind her, careful to not let his cock slip from its shelter. He handed her the handheld.
I was afraid you wanted control over me beyond sex. I thought there might be more involved with your demands.
The Dramok arched an eyebrow at her. “No, Ray-Ray, I wasn’t after your personal power.”
He pursed his lips and considered her. “I am the leader of this clan. Sometimes I make decisions not every member likes, but not without careful consideration. And it’s only in matters that affect the clan as a whole. I don’t infringe on personal liberties.”
Rachel thought about that. She thought she understood what he meant.
He quirked a smile. “So long as you get the proper training and can do it nearby, I have no problem with that. The difficulty would be if you wanted to do it far away from where the rest of us work.”
Sletran added, “Conyod has built a very successful career here. When we’re not off fighting, Erybet and I are stationed on this part of Kalquor. It wouldn’t be feasible for us all to pack up and go elsewhere.”
“The Matara’s welfare is always at the top of the Dramok’s list, but I still have to weigh the needs of the entire clan. While I would support and encourage the dreams you hold dearest, I also have to be sure the needs of my Imdiko and Nobek are met.”
Rachel nodded. It was like any family group she’d known on Earth, with Erybet as head of the household. The good of the whole sometimes superseded the wants of an individual.
“I would do my absolute best to make you happy in your life with us,” the Dramok said. “I can’t claim I’ll always get it right.”
Sletran patted his clanmate’s shoulder. “Such is the burden of the clan leader. A good one bears his mistakes with a heavy heart, even when no one else blames him.”
Rachel didn’t miss how Erybet’s smile slipped as he looked at the man spooning behind her.
She could see how conscientious he was. That more than anything sealed the deal. She harbored no doubts that she wanted to join this clan.
* * * *
They lay quietly, and Rachel dozed off. Erybet watched her, enjoying the warm feel of her against his body.
Rachel was perfection. The mix of strength and vulnerability she displayed drew him in.
Her eagerness for sex was a joyful surprise. Her mind was quick, intelligent. Nevermind she lacked as much education as she wanted. That was easily corrected.
It was no wonder his Imdiko had fallen for the Earther. She was a treasure. As for Sletran…
Erybet looked at his Nobek curled behind her, molding his muscled frame around her.
Sletran’s arm wrapped around her torso, his leg around her thighs. Protective and sheltering.
Their eyes met, and Sletran smiled. Seeing his clanmate doing what he was meant to do, being the man he was meant to be, eased something in Erybet’s chest. Just as he’d hoped, a Matara to care for was healing Sletran.
Not just any Matara though. It took this one, this special, sweet yet tough woman.
Erybet’s gratitude to Rachel knew no bounds. He could get his Nobek back. He would bring Conyod back into the fold.
The Dramok would have clanned her for that alone. But the feelings she engendered were moving beyond hope and thankfulness. Given time, he was going to fall in love with her. He knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. It warmed him, took away the pain he’d carried home from the war. His fractured clan would not be simply healed; it would be made whole.
No other woman would have made this happen. What do Earthers call it when the one perfect mate is found? A mated soul? No, a soulmate. Rachel is our soulmate.
It was so right, lyi
ng here with her. For the first time since he and Sletran had left Conyod to go to war, Erybet felt like himself again.
A low tone sounded in the room. Soldiers to the core, both men carefully but quickly disengaged from Rachel’s body and were up and dressed in a matter of seconds. Sletran hurried ahead of Erybet to the greeting room.
“Identify?” the Nobek barked at the door com.
“High Commander Akrij,” came the familiar voice.
Sletran opened the door immediately. “Commander,” he said, bowing deeply to their superior officer.
Erybet also bowed. “Please, come in. May I offer you something to drink or eat?”
Akrij stepped into the room, waving his hand to halt Erybet as he turned towards the bar.
“No. I will only take a moment of your time. How are you two?”
Knowing his commander’s preferences, Erybet motioned to a seating cushion. Akrij folded his long legs, sitting comfortably. As lithe as Sletran was bulky, the High Commander was a streamlined fighter. The lean cast of his face made him look all the more predatory. Akrij was not a leader to sit on the sidelines during action. He was right there with his men, fighting at the front, shoulder to shoulder with the lowest ranks. His speed was legendary, allowing him to take out enemies stronger than himself. His mind was every bit as fast, making him a tactical genius.
Men begged to serve under his command.
Erybet and Sletran joined him in the conversation circle. The Dramok told Akrij, “We’ve had our difficulties, but I think we will soon be past all that.”
“I am glad to hear of it. You’re good men, and I look forward to having you back under my command when your leave is up. I’ve come on some rather grim business, I’m afraid. I –”
He suddenly started, his words cut off as he looked behind Erybet, towards the doorway that led to the kitchen. Erybet turned to see Rachel standing in the doorway.
Erybet couldn’t help the smile of delight to see her there. The three men stood to acknowledge the young woman.
Erybet held his hand out to her. Like all commanders who had needed to speak to the former enemy, Akrij spoke the Earther language of English. Glad translating back and forth wouldn’t be an issue, Erybet said, “Come in, my dear. High Commander Akrij, allow me to introduce Matara Rachel Hicks. Ray-Ray, this is my commanding officer. He is also Dr.
Kivokan’s Nobek.”
Rachel moved into the room, her light textured pink dress making her dark skin glow. The dress molded beautifully to her curves. It wasn’t blatantly tight, certainly nothing he was embarrassed to have Akrij view, but it did remind him of how he’d enjoyed her body so recently.
She moved to stand next to Erybet, and he caught the mingled scents of himself and Sletran on her. His cock twitched.
Damn, she was beautiful.
Akrij’s gaze was appreciative without being untoward. He bowed to her. “A pleasure, Matara.”
Erybet watched as she typed a message on her ever-present handheld. I am glad to meet you, Commander. After he read it, she spoke in her delightfully throaty voice. “Retig.”
Akrij was too considerate to remark on the odd exchange, so Erybet quickly explained,
“Rachel is recovering from her own war wounds, Commander. She finds communication a bit tricky still.”
Akrij nodded, his pleasant expression never altering for an instant. “Welcome to our planet, Matara. I trust these men are treating you well? They’d better be.” He mock-scowled at the pair.
She ducked her head a little and gave an embarrassed little smile. Very well, she wrote and peeked up at Erybet as Akrij read. A naughty smile flitted across her lips. Heat coiled in the Dramok’s cocks. He was forced to look away from her.
Akrij gave the handheld back to Rachel. “Erybet, I hadn’t realized your clan had come up on the lottery.”
He nodded. “In the short time we’ve known her, Ray-Ray has been instrumental in healing the hurts Sletran and I suffered during the war.”
That earned a less salacious smile from the Earther. She looked happily surprised. Yes, Erybet would clan her. There was no doubt in his mind on that score.
Rachel quickly tapped another message, one for him. Obviously you have things to discuss with your superior officer. May I sit on the balcony and enjoy the view?
Erybet nodded. “Please do. Any refreshment you like, you are welcome to.”
She smiled and gave them all a little wave goodbye as she backed towards the door. Akrij bowed to her again. “It was a delight to have met you, Matara.”
She left the room, and they listened to the soft padding of her slippered feet on the kitchen floor. There were sounds of her moving about in there as she opened the cooling unit and rooted around the cabinetry. After a few moments of that, her steps faded further away, sounding as if she was on her way to the balcony.
Akrij settled back on his seating cushion. “A most exquisite creature, Erybet and Sletran. I wish you all the best in clanning her.”
The other two men also resumed their seats. Erybet wanted to be with Rachel. He wanted to go ahead and ask her to clan. It was probably rash to do so this quickly, but he was absolutely certain it was right. And he was positive she’d do it, if only for Conyod. That was fine. He and Sletran would have the rest of their lives to charm their Matara.
Getting back to immediate matters, he said, “Thank you, Commander. You were saying you had some business to discuss?”
Akrij nodded, and his face turned grim. “A Matara was discovered murdered today in the commercial area. Right in the middle of the market.”
Sletran stared at his own hands. “We heard. Such a terrible tragedy.”
“What you may not be aware of was that she was mutilated. Dismembered, in fact.”
Erybet jerked. “By the ancestors!” He stared at Akrij in horror.
The sleek warrior’s lips were thin with emotion. “A note was left with the body. My sources tell me it mentioned New Bethlehem. Erybet, Sletran, I know I don’t have to remind you what happened there is to be kept with the greatest secrecy. Given the situation, I felt I had to speak to you.”
Erybet went cold all over. Had the victim been Maria? To think that sweet woman might have been hurt in such a fashion…
He knew he should look at Sletran, to see how his clanmate was reacting, but he was afraid to. He kept his gaze steadily on Akrij. “Of course, Commander. You should know we were approached by Global Security a couple of days ago when a Matara went missing. They questioned us because we had met with her as a lottery option.”
“That would have been before the mention of New Bethlehem.”
Sletran spoke up. His voice was distant, the way it got sometimes just before he disappeared for a few hours. “New Bethlehem did not come up during our conversation with the Global Security officers.”
Akrij took a deep breath. “All right. You know your orders and I have absolute faith that you will follow them. You’re two of my best, after all.”
He started to rise, but Sletran’s next question stopped him. “Commander, what if we continue to have problems coping with what happened there? Surely there are doctors or specialists who can help us cope, put us back to work sooner?”
Akrij’s expression was filled with compassion, and Erybet finally dared to look at his Nobek. Yes, Sletran was wearing that terrible blank look that usually preceded one of his hours-long disappearances. But there was also such pain in his eyes. Erybet’s throat closed to see the misery there.
Akrij put his hand on Sletran’s shoulder. Squeezed. His tone gentle for one so fierce, the high commander said, “It is hard to be inactive, Sletran, especially for one of your drive and ambition. But this must never get out. Remember, my friend, New Bethlehem was not your fault. All of us involved know it. We are in agreement that it is for your protection in particular that what happened doesn’t come to light. You must trust us on this.”
He released Sletran and smiled at the two of them. “I have taken enough of
your time, especially with such a beautiful Matara waiting for you. These past few months have been hard, but it is time for you two to live the good lives you deserve once more. I will check on you again in a week or so.”
Erybet somehow found the ability to say, “Thank you, Commander.” He and Sletran stood and followed Akrij to the home’s entrance.
The moment the door slid shut behind their commanding officer, Sletran sagged. His head and shoulders drooped as if he didn’t have the strength left to hold them up. “New Bethlehem.
Sometimes I feel I’ll never put that place behind me.”
Erybet took a deep breath. “You must, my Nobek. You can’t undo what happened there, and it’s time you stopped blaming yourself for what you had no control over. Stop letting it run your life. Let it go.”
The Nobek shook his head slowly from side to side. “All those broken bodies, lying in parts all over the place. All those lives ended because of me.”
“It’s over, Sletran.”
“Is it? That dismembered Matara might not agree if she could argue the point. Maybe it will never be over, my Dramok. Maybe it is only beginning.” His head came up and he stared at Erybet. There was fury in his gaze, and his fangs had descended.
Erybet’s heart seemed to freeze in his chest. He steeled himself to not show the stab of fear Sletran’s look gave him. “Stop it, Sletran. With Rachel you have an opportunity to make things right. Focus your thoughts on her, on being her Nobek, her protector.”
All at once the threat in Sletran’s face disappeared, replaced by that terrible blank hopelessness that Erybet knew too well. “Like I protected the others on New Bethlehem? I’m no protector, my Dramok. I’m a monster.”
He turned towards the door. It slid open and he stepped into the waiting transport. “Close.
Shuttle dock,” he said.
Erybet lunged for the Nobek, but the command had already been accepted by the carrier.
The door slid shut in his face, cutting him off from his clanmate. A low hum announced the transport was already in motion.
There was nothing the Dramok could do but shout impotently, “Sletran, get back here!
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