Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06]

by Tracy St. John

  The warmth of her bottom from such strikes had always gotten her wet. She’d thought of asking her long-ago lover to spank her like a child but had never gotten the nerve up to do so. She’d been afraid he’d think her strange. Heck, she thought it was a little strange.

  Now I’ll never know, not with him. But perhaps these guys, with their liking for bondage…?

  Conyod had been watching her with half-lidded eyes as his feeding brought him closer and closer to uncovering her mound. Now a jet-black eyebrow rose. “I do believe our little Ray-Ray might want to be disciplined.”

  Erybet paused licking that tender area that was driving her crazy. “Are you a naughty girl, my sweet?” His voice was gentle, but he nipped her skin hard enough to make it sting. Rachel gasped with the sudden stab of acute arousal. The warm wash of soft passion had a more assertive nature.

  Erybet licked low, almost to the crease between thigh and mound before the lettuce cup got in the way. “Would you like to know how it feels when a man makes your pretty rump hot from a spanking?” he growled.

  Rachel swallowed. Want, huge and demanding, rolled through her belly. The waft of cinnamon scent told her the men felt just as excited about the prospect as she. She nodded two quick jerks of her head.

  Both men growled that time. Looking like her gentle therapist’s evil, lustful twin, Conyod said, “After our meal is finished, you will be properly chastised.”

  There wasn’t much left of that meal, and both men made no pretense of hurrying through the last of it. Conyod tossed aside the leaf cup at the end and dragged his tongue over her soaked slit. Rachel cried out as hunger surged through her pussy. Then Erybet had a lick too.

  “Very wet,” he proclaimed. “I bet we can get you wetter.”

  He sat on the edge of the table. Conyod picked her up and settled her facedown across the long, sleekly muscled legs of his Dramok. Rachel felt Erybet’s erections press against her hip.

  He caressed her ass, his hands big and warm. Strong. A spanking from those hands would hurt.

  Suddenly she was very tense and afraid. But she was also churning out juices, practically gushing at the thought of the Dramok wearing her ass out.

  What is wrong with me?

  Erybet’s voice was breathy, but he sounded careful as well. “Rachel, can you say the word sholt?”

  She licked her dry lips. “Sholt.”

  Conyod stroked her head and leaned down so he could look her in the eyes. “Very good.

  That is Kalquorian for ‘stop’.”

  Erybet’s voice over her head was as warm as his hands. “I have no intention of making you suffer, my sweet. This spanking is only for play and our mutual pleasure. If at any time you are uncomfortable, whether it be emotionally or physically, say sholt. I will stop immediately.”

  Conyod gave her an encouraging smile. They were so careful with her. They made her feel something she couldn’t claim too often: safe. She smiled back at the Imdiko and nodded.

  He said, “Stay relaxed, Ray-Ray. It hurts more if you tense up.”

  She nodded again and concentrated on making herself soft and easy. Erybet continued to caress her rump, tracing its curves with a delicate touch. “So beautiful. You’ll be watching her, Conyod?”

  “Carefully.”

  Erybet sighed. One hand drifted from her butt up her spine, settling at the middle of her back. It flattened out and pressed her against his thigh. He was holding her down. Keeping her still for his discipline. Desire stabbed through Rachel’s pussy. It was coming.

  The hand still on her ass disappeared. Then a meaty clap resounded through the room. It took a moment before Rachel’s right ass cheek pulsed to life. She jerked a little, her eyes widening. Warmth suffused where his hand still lay, and there were little darts of pain at the edges. As discipline went, he’d been pretty gentle.

  She relaxed. Well, it wasn’t the mindblowing excitement she’d hoped for, nor the agony-filled torture she’d feared. It was okay. A little kinky, so it was kind of fun in a taboo sort of way.

  Erybet’s hand lifted again. Another clap, this one louder than the first. Her left cheek suddenly blazed to life, the pain sharper this time. She jumped, jerked her head up, met Conyod’s dark gaze with wide eyes. He watched her intently, and Erybet paused again.

  Rachel’s backside throbbed a little with her heartbeat. It was warm. So warm. The heat tickled its way into her pussy, making something inside turn over. This was better than just okay. This was good.

  Rachel closed her eyes. She waited. Erybet’s hand disappeared again.

  Smack, smack, smack, smack!

  The quick torrent of slaps crashed against her bottom, and she yelped in surprise. Then burning bright agony swept over her ass, and she writhed. Erybet’s hand kept her pinned down, making Rachel aware of his absolute control over her. She had nowhere to go. No way to escape, should he choose to ignore her plea for him to stop. She was defenseless and completely at his mercy.

  Devouring arousal tore through her guts. Something inside took the pain and helplessness and turning it into need greater than she’d ever known before. She gasped against the fiery heat spreading from her ass straight to her pussy. Heaven and earth, something was really wrong with her, but she was getting off on the punishment. She wanted more.

  “Sholt, Rachel?” Conyod’s voice seemed to come from a million miles away.

  Sholt? Was he kidding? She wished she had learned the Kalquorian phrase for ‘keep it fucking coming’.

  She thrust her hips up, begging for more of that heavy, exacting hand. Erybet’s rumble was delighted. “That is definitely not a request to stop.” His fingers slid to bathe in the flow of her pussy. “By the ancestors, she’s soaked. You really did find us the perfect Matara, my Imdiko.

  All right then, little one. A good, firm round of discipline to make us all very happy.”

  The thigh supporting hers moved so that her pelvis rested on it instead. Conyod sat up and moved over to pillow her head on his leg. Then Erybet gave her a real spanking, such as not even her parents had ever given her.

  The air filled with sharp reports, sobbing gasps, and little squeals. Rachel’s world narrowed to one of burning heat and piercing arousal. She bucked and fought to break free, and the firm hand holding her down gave her no escape.

  She did not say sholt.

  Through the pain she became aware of how her jerks moved her clit against Erybet’s thigh.

  Shocks of need fed the inferno of the spanking, and she rubbed hard against the muscled expanse. She completely forgot about trying to get away from that pounding hand slapping her backside. She had to come. Groans interrupted her cries as she worked to find nirvana.

  She got hotter and wetter by the moment. Moaning, she braced her hands against the table between the support of Conyod and Erybet’s legs. Her feet dug for purchase against the surface, trying to find some way to make better, stronger contact with the thigh holding her butt up for its punishment. Her clit scraped against him, but she just couldn’t get the right angle to make the teasing orgasm hit.

  Erybet rumbled something in Kalquorian, and Conyod answered. The Dramok shifted his leg, removing the tantalizing pressure Rachel had been determined to get more of. Before she could scream the protest that barreled up her throat, Conyod leaned over her. His fingers groped down her lower belly, zeroing in on her mound. She keened a desperate, wordless plea. The next instant his fingers closed over the swollen nub.

  The searing heat from Erybet’s spanking had reached a crescendo. Rachel felt her total helplessness against the two men as they controlled her body, her ass, her clit. Climax burst through her, shattering from the inside out. She shrieked as if in hell rather than heaven as blinding white starbursts … one, two, three, four … rocketed through her.

  The spanking ended as she writhed helplessly against the pounding strength of her body’s reaction. Conyod continued to stroke her clit, insisting on releasing every last mote of tension from her pussy. When he
r jerks eased to shudders, he finally released her to lie limp across their legs.

  Rachel thought she might never move under her own power ever again. She didn’t care.

  Loose-limbed satisfaction reigned, making her as weak as a newborn.

  She became aware that Erybet’s erection against her hip was pulsing. Wet warmth spread through his clothing to dampen her skin. Both he and Conyod breathed with hurricane force.

  The Dramok’s low voice sounded strained. “She is perfect, my Imdiko.”

  “She absolutely is.”

  Rachel heard the warmth and adoration in both voices. She smiled.

  Erybet picked her up. With Conyod following, he took her to the clan’s sleeping room and laid her gently on the mat. Both men stripped their clothes off and cleaned themselves in the small attached facility before climbing in on either side of her. She snuggled between them, much as she had with Erybet and Sletran earlier that day.

  She looked up into Erybet’s face, feeling how he and Conyod were both growing hard against her again. The Dramok smiled at her, and the care in his expression made her heart swell. He felt every bit as right to her as Conyod did.

  Okay, there’s no way I’m already in love with this guy. Not so soon, right? Love at first sight, or first couple of fucks, is only in fairytales. It’s gotta be infatuation.

  It was something, however. There was no doubting the ache in her chest as she looked at both the Dramok and the Imdiko, the ache that said if either of them disappeared, she would be bereft. Yes, she was absolutely forming an attachment to Erybet, at the very least. And it had nothing to do with him being Conyod’s clanmate and the one person who could keep her from her adored Imdiko.

  She could live with that. Two out of three were good odds, and she thought Sletran might just make it a unanimous decision if his trauma could be overcome.

  * * * *

  Despite wearing himself, Conyod, and Rachel out with lovemaking, Erybet couldn’t sleep.

  The night hours became early morning, and still Sletran didn’t return home. He wondered if he should go looking for his Nobek, but he didn’t have a clue where to start. At last he slipped out of the bed and padded down the hall. He sat in the greeting room to wait. One moment he enjoyed contentment in knowing his Imdiko and would-be Matara slept sound and safe in his bed. The next he fidgeted with the worry of where Sletran might be.

  It was only two hours before daylight when the Nobek walked in the door. Grass and leaves and a few bright flower petals clung to his ankles and shoes. He walked right past Erybet, who had risen from his seat.

  Erybet stormed on his heels. “Sletran, where have you been?”

  Sletran stopped and turned. He stared right into Erybet’s face, but the terrible blankness in his eyes told the Dramok he didn’t see him.

  “Sletran. Sletran,” Erybet called urgently. He had to restrain himself from shaking his clanmate. If he startled Sletran, the Nobek might react in a threatening manner. Erybet had to settle for snapping his fingers in front of the other man’s face.

  Sletran blinked. Awareness flooded into his expression and his eyelids fluttered. He looked at his Dramok in confusion. “What … Erybet?”

  “Where have you been?”

  “I – I was –” he looked around himself, at the room. His gaze returned to Erybet. “Weren’t we just speaking with Commander Akrij?”

  “That was hours ago. It’s the middle of the night.” The clan leader’s chest tightened.

  “I left?” Sletran glanced down at his feet.

  Erybet looked too. He recognized the tiny purple and white flowers clinging to his Nobek’s shoes and ankles. The same type of blooms had been planted near the entrance to the Earther Matara compound.

  Sletran frowned. “Did I go see Rachel?”

  Erybet gripped his chin and made him look him in the eye. “Sletran, you must think hard.

  Where were you?”

  The command from his clan and company leader brought the immediate obedience ingrained in the Nobek’s demeanor. “I … I was somewhere crowded. The market perhaps.

  Yes, that’s where I went. I was watching people visiting the clubs and restaurants. Many Mataras. Before that, I went somewhere else. I went to the compound. I wanted to know…”

  His eyes went distant again.

  Now Erybet did shake him a little. The tightness climbed up from his chest to his throat, trying to choke him. “What? What were you looking for?”

  Something dark flitted through Sletran’s eyes. “The guards. I wanted to know where the security was most lax. I wanted to know how easy it would be to get into the compound.”

  Erybet shuddered. He thought of Global Security’s visit the day before. He thought of the dismembered Matara found in the market. He thought of Rachel. “Why would you want to know that?”

  “New Bethlehem. I have to stop another New Bethlehem from happening. Erybet, why am I doing this?”

  Fear was foreign to Sletran, but Erybet saw the naked emotion on his clanmate’s face, a terror that mirrored what was in the Dramok’s heart.

  He squeezed Sletran’s shoulder. “I don’t know, my friend. But I’m going to find a way to make it better. I promise. Go get yourself cleaned up and get some sleep.”

  When Sletran didn’t move right away, Erybet squeezed the Nobek’s shoulder again. Sletran still looked frightened and confused but he obeyed Erybet as readily as ever. He walked out of the greeting room, silently moving down the hall to the sleeping room where Rachel and Conyod slumbered.

  Erybet dropped onto the lounger, his legs suddenly too weak to support him. It didn’t matter how much of a security issue the New Bethlehem matter was; he had to make Akrij listen.

  Sletran had to have help immediately.

  Erybet was a company commander and a good soldier. But he was a Dramok first, and he had to save his Nobek from the madness that threatened to claim him.

  Chapter 8

  At work the next morning, Conyod found himself reading the latest test results on a catatonic Matara for the fifth time. He’d reached the end of the document yet again without making a single note on the case. He sighed. His mind was definitely not on his work.

  Erybet had fallen in love with Rachel. Conyod knew the signs from his Dramok all too well, and it made part of his spirit soar. He’d been sure his clan leader would see how wonderful she was, but it was still a relief to see that belief borne out. One more obstacle had been overcome.

  At the same time, Sletran’s behavior was not improving enough. This morning, the Nobek had been withdrawn for the most part. True, he did respond to Rachel when expected, but he was maintaining a distance, almost as if he was afraid to be too close to her.

  Conyod loved Rachel. The thought of not being with her made him hurt inside. But the old worries nagged at him as well. Erybet was putting too much hope into her presence curing Sletran. And what would happen if the Nobek lost control again, perhaps hurting himself?

  I’m in over my head. I can’t see anything clearly anymore. I have to talk to someone.

  Of course, that someone was always Dr. Hupsan. Just as Conyod had gently pulled a number of tattered patients away from the brink of self-destruction, so Hupsan had done for him when he was still very young.

  That’s not quite right, is it? It was Sletran who pulled me back from the edge. Hupsan kept me from going back for another look into the chasm.

  Conyod kept no secrets from his former psychologist and longtime mentor. Hupsan was well aware of the problems he had faced since his clanmates had returned home from the war. It was because of Hupsan that Erybet and Sletran still had an Imdiko that came home to them.

  “You learned long ago you can’t run away from your problems, Conyod,” his old friend had told him only five months earlier. “You must stay with them and see this thing through to the end. Sooner or later, the secrecy will end.”

  But would it end in time to safely clan Rachel?

  With Rachel no longer in resid
ence at the hospital and no new patient assigned to Conyod in her place, he had a stretch of time to himself. Though his Nobek father Vel was in the capital again to conduct business, Conyod had begged off meeting with his parent. He didn’t want the overprotective Nobek in his private matters. He needed an objective opinion, and he needed it now. Erybet could ask Rachel to clan at any moment.

  Hupsan picked up Conyod’s vid call almost immediately. Pure white strands had worked their way in to his braided black hair. The smile lines in his kind face were etched deep.

  “Conyod! It is so good to hear from you. I’ve been wondering how you and your clan are doing.”

  Conyod couldn’t help but smile at the warmth. “It’s been too long, and I apologize for not keeping in better touch.”

  “Not at all. Life has a habit of superseding good intentions. So how are you?”

  “Wonderful in some aspects, terrible in others.” He took a deep breath. “I need to talk to you at length.”

  “Go right ahead if it’s convenient for you.” The way the vid transmitted Hupsan’s image, it looked as if he folded his arms on Conyod’s desk instead of his own. It was almost as if his trusted friend sat right there across from him.

  Conyod had hoped Hupsan had time, but he didn’t want to impose. “I’m not interrupting? I can com later when you have time.”

  “You’ve caught me between clients on a slow day.” The other Imdiko’s smile never wavered, but his gaze sharpened. “What’s wrong?”

  “We have the opportunity to clan a Matara. Not that anything is wrong with that,” Conyod added quickly. “She’s wonderful, just absolutely perfect. I can’t begin to tell you how happy she makes me.”

  “And Erybet and Sletran?”

  “Erybet adores her too. Sletran shows great affection and has said he wants to take care of her.”

  “It sounds like they’re doing better.”

  Conyod sucked in his lower lip before answering. “Some issues have improved. Sletran occasionally laughs again. He even jokes. But overall, I’m not really seeing any substantial changes in either of them. Whatever the war did to them, they’re both still showing the same signs of trauma. Erybet’s lost his ability to make good decisions. Sletran disappears for hours at a time and doesn’t tell us where he’s been.”