Then Sletran moved his brutally delicious attentions to her other breast. This time he sucked in another mouthful, and slowly withdrew, letting his flat teeth scrape achingly across her skin.
Rachel groaned, her head tossing from side to side. She ground her crotch hard against his rigid length, so tantalizingly close yet kept terribly separate from her by his pants.
Sletran’s raspy tongue swirled all around her areola. Rachel clenched her legs hard around him, rutting like an animal, dragging her clit along that swollen part of him. She was eager to have him inside her, fucking her with that glorious pair of cocks.
The Nobek raised his head to snarl through a lascivious smile. His fangs descended again.
Rachel’s mouth fell open and she thrust her breast towards him. Rattlesnake fast, darts of pain shot into the tender flesh.
As he injected her with the sweet venom that made everything feel safe and wondrous, his groin pressed down, sinking his weight down on her pelvis. Rachel could no longer move against him. Her burning pussy was left trembling, unable to grind for rapture. All her attempts to writhe moved her no more than the most minute amount.
“Krewet?”
Sletran released the bite and snickered. “That’s the best you can do? You don’t sound nearly desperate enough.”
He kissed his way up from her breasts. Rachel’s chin lifted, unconsciously offering her vulnerable throat to him. She didn’t realize how submissive the gesture was until the Nobek’s mouth closed over the slender column and his fangs sunk in for a third time. She cried out and once more tried to rub her crotch against his, desperate for more pleasure to go with the heady delights of erotic pain. His weight held her still, making her lay still as he pumped more intoxicant into her system.
Euphoria made her limbs lax. Her legs tumbled from his hips to lay wide open on either side of his thighs. She couldn’t summon the strength to struggle against him. He was making her helpless not just physically, but mentally as well.
Sletran released the bite. “Now you will refuse me nothing. You are mine, little Ray-Ray, in every possible way.”
I already was, you dominating thug. But I’m not complaining. Not one damned bit.
He let her wrists go. “Keep your hands there. You will obey.”
“Eryi.”
Her acquiescence brought a growl trickling from his lips. “Stay right here. Do not move a muscle.”
His weight suddenly disappeared. Rachel blinked to see him rummaging through the drawer that held the vibrator and dildo Erybet had tormented her with the day before. She trembled at the memory.
What Sletran brought out was a flat black double strap, shaped in an ‘x’. The middle of the fabric piece was thickly padded. The four ends were looped, like cuffs.
The Nobek returned to her. He slipped the padded part behind her neck, leaving two straps on either side of her. He worked quickly, securing loops just above her knees and around her ankles.
When he was done, Rachel’s legs were wide open, her knees and feet held up in the air by the tension of the short straps. She was splayed, the weight of her legs held by the strap behind her neck.
“Gorgeous,” Sletran breathed. His half-lidded eyes were dark as he looked down on her, his breath heaving his sculpted chest. His thumbs hooked the waistband of his shorts, and he dragged the fabric down. His primary cock sprang loose, so hard it nearly slapped his lower belly as it escaped its confines. The second cock appeared next. Both glistened wetly with the cinnamon-scented lubrication he secreted. The dark skin of him was almost purple, and veins stood out on each appendage. Rachel’s pussy flexed, aching to be filled with him.
“Krewet,” she moaned. Her voice had a desperate edge to it.
Sletran stared at her mound. His fingers stroked through the tight, soft curls there. “I think I would like to see this entirely bare,” he whispered. He was gone in a blur of motion once more.
Rachel heard him rummaging in the facility, and she warbled a plea in that direction.
The Nobek was between her legs a moment later, a thick towel and slim instrument in his hands. He slid the towel beneath her buttocks and switched the instrument on. A low hum muttered through the air and Rachel tensed. Another vibrating toy?
Sletran touched it to the upper edge of her pubic triangle and stroked down. Rachel gasped to see the black swirls of hair fall away, revealing the dark chocolate skin beneath. He was shaving her.
Flesh not bare for years was made smooth. Rachel jerked to feel the slightest breeze against her most secret parts. Sletran worked with efficiency, wielding the shaver with gentle strokes until the last soft sprig had been eliminated. Then he folded the towel up and dropped it to the floor next to the sleeping mat.
She felt very, very naked without her nether curls. Every current of air felt blatant against her flesh, as if the very atmosphere was determined to have its way with her. She writhed, unable to stop herself.
Sletran grinned. “Such a beautiful pussy. I have wanted to see it this way from the beginning.”
His hand slid against her slit, nestling in to rub the soft petals. Meanwhile, his thumb drew tight circles around her clit. Rachel jerked against his touch, groaning with need. The thick, calloused fingers massaged up and down, spreading her juices all the way down to her anus.
It felt good to be handled by the Nobek, but Rachel needed more. She needed something inside her. She needed that thumb to stop teasing and to offer direct contact. She squirmed.
“Krewet, Sletran?” The pitch of her tone was higher than ever.
Instead of giving her what she wanted or even the courtesy of an answer, Sletran’s other hand settled its warmth over the slight hill of her mound. He applied pressure and rubbed in slow circles. Rachel’s insides tumbled over and over, her need growing by the second.
Her groan came all the way from her curled toes waving in the air. “Krewet.”
Sletran bent forward. While his hands continued to work her sex, his tongue dipped into her navel. He dragged it up to her breastbone, forging a wet trail. She shuddered under the rasp of the scratchy appendage. Then she cried out as he nipped his way over to suckle at one breast.
While he sucked gently, that wicked tongue rubbed her nipple over and over.
Rachel’s body was a riot of erotic agony, agony that grew by the moment as Sletran played with her. The delicious torment was driving her insane.
“Krewet, Sletran, krewet, krewet!”
He moved over to her other breast, still sucking and stroking.
Damn it, she was going crazy. If Sletran wasn’t going to provide her with what she needed, she would get it herself. Disobeying his earlier orders, she moved her hands to grab his and push them towards where she needed.
Sletran immediately reared up. His hands released her mound and one clapped against her clit. She heard the wet smack before she felt it. And when she felt it…
A sharp sting reverberated through her pussy, and then a crescendo of heat burst through her. Rachel yelped from the sudden pain. An instant later, the pulsing burn twisted into something else, and she cried out from the gut heaving arousal. She writhed in helpless, ecstatic torment.
Sletran snorted as he put her hands on either side of her head. “Nearly came, didn’t you my naughty Ray-Ray? Now keep your hands where I’ve put them.”
Rachel trembled violently. She shrieked when Sletran picked back up from where he left off, his hands massaging her pussy and his mouth working her breasts hungrily.
Cruel bastard!
She was nearly sobbing from need. The spank to her most tender flesh had only increased her agony to be fucked by the Nobek. He’d mastered her. She’d begged him. What more did he want from her?
Suddenly, two of the fingers working her slit slid into her pussy. Rachel bucked against the thick digits, desperate to take him in as deep as possible. The calloused fingertips probed her channel, searching, searching…
A jolt of pure fire burst through her belly. Sletran h
ad found the cluster of nerves at the front of her sheath. She clenched handfuls of linens in her fists. Rachel opened her mouth to scream, but she had no breath to utter it.
“There it is,” he growled, his eyes narrowing. “Right there.”
He stroked the knot of sensation, the pressure firm and his movements slow. It was enough to bring orgasm boiling right up to the brink, but not quite enough to send her over. Rachel quaked violently, unable to come. Tears spilled from her eyes.
She couldn’t even think, she was so close. Her brain fragmented under the torture, and she could only think of one word, the word that had already failed her several times. But it was all she had, so she started screaming it with all her might.
“Krewet! Krewet! Krewet!”
Sletran sighed and leaned back, pulling his touch from her straining body. “Finally. Such a strong, stubborn warrior. I should put you over my knee and give you a thorough spanking instead of a good fucking. Luckily for you, if I don’t spill in your belly soon I’ll be in agony.”
He knelt between her legs and brought his cocks in line with her open pussy and ass, handling them both in one hand. It was only now that Rachel realized he hadn’t stretched her anus in preparation for his penetration. Would she still be loose enough from the night before?
I don’t care if he splits me in two. I need those cocks in me now!
Sletran propped himself on one hand between Rachel’s clutching fist and her ear. With a sigh, he lowered his groin to hers, pressing his cocks into her body. The tips of him slid in, eased by their combined wetness. Rachel groaned to feel him filling her channels, the fit snug. As the Nobek’s girth increased, she ached a little. The entrance of her tighter sheath burned as it reluctantly widened to accommodate her lover’s thickness.
Then the front cock moved against the nest of nerve endings inside her pussy, and the wash of heated pleasure took all her attention from the discomfort of being impaled in the rear. Sletran pushed steadily into her warmth, his gasps a storm. He watched himself disappear into the shelter of her body, his lower lip clenched between his teeth.
A jolt of painful elation jarred Rachel, galvanizing her body. She tensed all over and groaned as shivers of delight zapped all through her belly. Sletran had found her end, the tip of his cock making contact with her cervix.
His gaze slid up her body to meet hers. “Will you save me? Can you save me?” he whispered.
Rachel could have cried at the tormented want in his face. She knew his pain. It was her own. Neverminding his order to keep her hands on the bed’s surface, she reached for him. He leaned forward, letting her take his face between her palms. She pulled him to her. Their lips brushed softly. His tongue licked her upper lip, the contact ticklish. She parted her lips, and his tongue surged in to taste.
The kiss started off tender, almost tentative. Then Sletran’s strokes became stronger, more demanding. Rachel moaned into his mouth, delighting in the taking. Once more, her senses were overcome by desire. His mouth worked hers, sucking on her tongue.
His hips eased back, dragging his cocks outward, rubbing all the sensitive spots as he went.
Rachel went stiff all over in reaction as the friction sent sparkles of excitement through her loins.
Her hands went from the strong jaw of the man still kissing her to tangle in his soft hair, down further to stroke his strong shoulders.
Sletran moved until only the tips of his cocks remained within. Then he slowly pressed back in, again hitting all the spots she liked best, filling her with thick delight.
He broke the kiss to stare into her eyes. He said nothing, just looking as he pumped in and out of her, carefully gauging her reactions as he shifted positions minutely. The Nobek found an angle that made Rachel cry out.
“Right there. That’s where I’ll keep you,” he whispered.
Sletran thrust again, harder and faster this time. Elation swelled within Rachel. She yelled again. And again as the Kalquorian fucked her faster and harder until their bodies slapped together in a relentless tattoo.
Monstrous heat swept through Rachel. The pressure in her womb was increasing by the moment. Ecstasy was ballooning hugely within, readying to explode in monumental release.
She sobbed, moaned, wailed, and yelped in turns as Sletran pounded his lengths into her pussy and ass.
“Come for me, my warrior,” he gasped. “Come that I may fill you with my seed, so I can mark you as mine.”
Rachel felt the orgasm starting, a heightening burst of sublime pleasure. It roiled from her clit, picking up momentum as it sparked the heavier ecstasy of the ball of nerves inside her pussy, joined by the deep, delicious ache of Sletran’s fullness in her ass. Then it billowed through her belly, struck her spine, and barreled up into her throat, releasing in a long, drawn out scream. More spasms followed the same path, thundering through her in close succession.
Sletran’s rhythm stuttered. He stilled for an instant, completely frozen against her quaking body. Then his hips slammed against her three times before his howl joined her cries. Rachel felt the cock in her pussy pulse hard as he shot heat deep inside her.
Her flesh continued to flex, milking the big Nobek until he fell over her, emptied at last. His lips covered Rachel’s face with delicate kisses. His hands stroked her perspiration-sheened skin.
Tenderness from such a big, primitive-looking male was a joyous surprise, and she kissed and stroked back.
After a few minutes Sletran propped himself up to look into her eyes again. His strong features were softened by a look that seemed suspiciously like adoration. For the moment, the haunted look he usually wore was missing.
He asked her, “How do you do that? How do you make me myself again? I would do anything for you, Ray-Ray.”
She smiled, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. Damn, how does this keep happening?
Now I’ve gone and fallen in love with all three of them.
Chapter 9
Conyod came home that night with the announcement he’d gotten the next day off from work. “Perhaps we can visit the stables?” he asked Erybet.
Erybet looked to Rachel. “Would you like to see Conyod’s other passion?”
“Kestarsh?” she guessed. From what the Imdiko had told her, his small breeding stock was similar to Earth’s horses.
“We could go riding. My stables are an hour away by shuttle. The weather is supposed to be comfortable.”
Erybet nodded. “I hear the last of the freezes are over.”
The Imdiko was almost childlike in his hope. Rachel smiled to see the big man so obviously excited over the prospect. She nodded her agreement.
Sletran crooked a half-smile. “You should know his parents live on the adjoining property.
It would be unseemly to go and not visit with them.”
The voltage went down a little in Conyod’s happiness, and the Nobek narrowed his eyes at him. “They should meet Ray-Ray.”
“I agree.” Erybet’s hand went to the back of Conyod’s neck to rub. The Imdiko rolled his eyes. “It’s the proper thing to do,” the Dramok gently chastised. To Rachel he said, “My parents and Sletran’s live much farther away, so it would take extra effort to visit them. It may be a while before it can be arranged.”
The in-law gauntlet, Rachel thought with little enthusiasm. Judging from Conyod’s expression, he looked forward to it as little as she did. Well, if she was meeting parents, then maybe that meant she was a step closer to being the clan’s Matara.
Conyod blew out a breath, giving up. “I guess we should stop in.”
“At least for a few minutes.” Erybet was still rubbing his neck, as if to calm him.
“You know it’s never just a few minutes with my family.”
Sletran ruffled the Imdiko’s hair like he was a cranky child. “Then we’ll spend more than a few minutes.” He gave Rachel a look that was half-amusement, half-grimace. “Conyod’s parents are extremely possessive, particularly his mother and Nobek father. Don’
t be upset if they don’t approve of you.”
“It won’t change my mind one bit about making you my Matara,” Conyod grouched.
“Don’t let anything they say make you think it will.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows. Well. This meeting was going to be interesting.
* * * *
The next morning, after a long discussion, the clan decided to go straight to the home of Conyod’s parents. “Might as well get it over with,” the Imdiko sighed. “Then we can enjoy the rest of the day.”
After a pleasant flight, their shuttle landed on a broad expanse of tall grass on a mostly flat stretch of land. Rachel stepped out of the shuttle with the men and looked around. Tall grasses waved in the breeze, and mountains jutted from the land only a few miles away. It fascinated her to see how the peaks seemed to suddenly rise from the otherwise level ground, as if the jagged heaps had been plucked from elsewhere and scattered at random.
The only manmade feature Rachel spied were three circular buildings. The unadorned wooden structures apparently housed large animals. Outside the doors, metal poles speared the ground at regular intervals as far as the eye could see.
“My parents’ stables,” Conyod said. “The posts emit a containment field for the kestarsh.
It’s programmed to keep them in and predators out.”
Rachel squinted at dark, moving shapes in the distance. The only thing she could tell about them was that they were large and six-legged. She pointed.
Conyod nodded. “My parents’ herd. There’s the home where I was raised.”
The area he indicated rose slightly out of the ground at an angle. Painted to match its surroundings, Rachel had missed the structure at first glance. It sloped gently up from the landscape, the front wall no taller than the height of Sletran and Erybet if one stood on the other’s shoulders. A wide door and two pairs of windows on either side of it looked out towards the shuttle. The one side wall she could see disappeared into the small hill that it was built into.
Rachel realized the house was partially underground, in keeping with the Kalquorian devotion to marring the natural landscape as little as possible.
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