She shrugged. Dresk nuzzled Conyod’s knee and nickered worriedly.
The Imdiko sighed and pointed to the left lower ridges of the closest peak. “That was the last place my brother was seen. He never came back, and we never found him, though we did recover the kestarsh he’d been riding. It was injured with claw marks from a zibger on its body.”
Erybet urged his mount forward to flank his Imdiko’s opposite side. “That’s why Conyod’s parents are a little on the protective side with him. I can’t imagine the hell of losing a child.”
Conyod nodded. “It was hard. The damage was tremendous to our family. They became suffocating with their need to know where I was every minute of the day.”
Sletran asked, “Would you have done any different?”
Conyod looked out over the plain. “I don’t blame them. But I nearly went crazy under the constant vigilance. I finally ran away from home. The authorities got involved and the whole family was put in counseling.”
Rachel considered him. He’d had a death in his family too, with the opposite effect of what had happened when her father died. She wondered whether she or Conyod had received the worst experience.
Withdrawal or smothering? I guess neither is a good way to live.
Out loud, Rachel said, “Dramok and Imdiko father good.”
Conyod smiled. “With the help of our therapist, they saw the damage the overbearing protectiveness was doing to me. I still see the worry in their eyes, though they have stopped the damaging behavior. My father Vel tries most of the time to not run my life, but being the protective Nobek, he can’t help but hassle me about my safety at times. My mother was the worst affected by the experience. She makes no secret that she would prefer I lived at home with her where she can keep an eye on me.”
Rachel felt a small pang in her chest. Her mother had retreated from her, from all life, until she was unable to even care for herself. It had been Rachel forced into the parental role, compounding her rage and grief over her father’s early death.
Sletran offered Conyod an understanding smile. “Mothers can be like that.” He told Rachel. “Mine cried for weeks when I was classified Nobek and had to be sent to the training camp. My parents were much older and had given up on having ever having a child when they learned I was on the way. I was considered their miracle and letting me go was quite a trial.”
Rachel had heard that young Nobeks were wild, savage creatures unable to rein in more primal impulses. Once a child was identified as that breed, he was sent away to a type of boarding school that taught him to contain his feral urges, to gear them towards constructive endeavors. Many went into the training camps as young as five years of age. She couldn’t imagine having to give up a child that young, though the destructive nature of young Nobeks could be deadly.
What if I have children with this clan? What if they turn out to be Nobeks and I have to send them away?
Now there was a sobering thought. One that Rachel decided was better left for another time. She’d be able to interrogate Sletran on the matter when she was ready to face it.
She struggled to ask Conyod a question, not having enough Kalquorian under her command to speak clearly. “Son of Lafec? Not Conyod?”
Fortunately, the Imdiko understood what she was trying to ask. “My brother’s name was Hoslek. He was a Dramok.”
“Conyod big? Hoslek small?” She made height motions with her hands, Dresk’s gait smooth enough to allow her to let go of the saddle to do so.
“Do you mean our ages?” At her nod, Conyod said, “He was a couple years older than me; nine years old at the time of his disappearance. We were very close.”
A stab of pity went through her. “Sorry, Conyod. Sad.”
He reached over and took her hand. “Don’t be, Ray-Ray. This is supposed to be a good day. Maybe we can make some happy memories in the sight of these mountains to replace the bad.” He smiled, and the expression chased away the sorrow in his eyes.
She nodded enthusiastically. She would do anything to take that sad look off his face, and her seemingly always naughty brain had an idea of how she might accomplish it.
* * * *
Rachel – Ray-Ray – was so beautiful. Her smile was the sweetest he had ever seen, making his heart ache. If only that smile could be trusted. If only she and her kind were not the savage killers he knew them to be, monsters that turned on those who would save them. And in her presence, the clan lit up. Faces that had grown so despondent had learned to smile again. It made him want to scream that destroying her might finish them off as well.
He could see how happy she made them. For their sakes alone, he did not want to kill her.
If only he could be sure her smile was not a lie!
He would keep a close eye on her. He would wait and see if her true nature rose. The members of the clan were precious to him, and if he could save them, he would. But she would not be suffered to live if she showed signs of turning on them. He would not lose them as he had so many others.
Meanwhile, there were others demanding his justice. So many of the Earther menace infesting Kalquor that needed to be eradicated. He looked away from that pretty face that wanted to mesmerize him, peering in the distance where his special secret place was. The abandoned stables tucked away on a forgotten corner of the land waited for animals of a different kind. It was where he took the Mataras, where he punished them and executed them for their heinous crimes.
He felt the need boiling in his being, the despairing rage that could only be quenched for a short time by soaking in piercing screams, by flesh parted with his blade, by gushing blood pulsed out by a rapidly failing heart. He licked his lips in anticipation and looked forward to returning home.
It was time to collect another prize. It was time to send another message to the pretty monsters.
* * * *
The group stopped a few yards short of the stream, a clear rush of water winding down from the nearby mountains to cut a swath through the plains. It chuckled to itself as if enjoying a private joke as it raced over rocks.
The grass was incredibly tall here, trying to tickle the underside of Rachel’s feet through the soft soled shoes Sletran had bought her. As the Nobek helped her down from the great height of Dresk’s back, she noted the distant look in his eyes that gave way to an evaluating stare. He licked his lips.
Somebody’s thinking naughty thoughts, Rachel decided.
The grass was all the way up to her chest. For some reason she wasn’t sure of, it made her laugh. She waved her arms over her head, as if to attract attention for rescue. The three men chuckled at her act.
Erybet said, “We’ll have to take care we don’t lose you.”
He took her hand, and Conyod took the other. They left the kestarsh to graze. Rachel was not surprised the intelligent creatures didn’t have to be tied to prevent them from wandering away.
Sletran led the way to the stream bank, his large bulk clearing a path for her to walk. What grasses his feet didn’t smash flat for her, the other two men swept aside with their arms. As usual, Rachel was humbled and gratified by their good manners. The Earther women who continued to reject Kalquorians as mates were sure missing out, in her opinion.
The grasses shortened the closer they came to the stream. A few feet away the fronds reached slightly above Rachel’s ankles. Sunlight shimmered against the water like quicksilver, with diamond sparkles to dazzle the eyes. Erybet and Conyod flopped down on the bank and pulled her down to sit between them. Sletran sank down gracefully in front of her, his legs crossed Indian-style as he sat facing her. The sky above was blameless and powder blue. The sun was brilliant but sent down only comfortable warmth to caress her shoulders. The grasses hid everything else, making it as if they were the only people in existence. Rachel couldn’t even see the nearby kestarsh from here.
The ground was springy beneath her butt and legs, almost soft. She thought she could sleep out here and be just as comfortable as if she lounged in a bed. Of cou
rse, thinking of bed made her think of other things.
Well, why not? There’s no shuttle traffic overhead. No one else around that I know of.
Rachel gave the three men her naughtiest grin. “Hide here. No people see.”
She yanked down the front of her top to brazenly flash a breast at them. After a second of widened eyes, she snatched it back up and stuck her tongue out at them.
Sletran growled through his devilish grin. “Now why would you put something so lovely away?” He and the other two leaned towards her, their hands reaching.
Rachel pretended horror and gently slapped at the grasping hands. The air came alive with gasps, feminine giggles, and deep chuckles as she made them wrestle her clothes off.
She ended up straddling Sletran, who lay flat on his back. Conyod knelt in front of her, his knees on either side of the Nobek’s shoulders, his erect cocks in front of her face as she braced her hands on Sletran’s chest. Erybet knelt behind her, his legs between their thighs.
Rachel looked at the men surrounding her. Now this was going to be sheer delight.
“Down on me, Ray-Ray,” Sletran coaxed, his hand between them, guiding his main cock to her pussy. His other hand groped a breast with rough passion that made her moan with need.
She sank down on the iron appendage, feeling the tip enter her, sighing as it filled her, growing thicker as it moved deeper and deeper, joining her to the big man. Her recent experiences with the well-endowed men made the taking pure pleasure. Rachel felt none of the ache of earlier sessions of lovemaking, and she actually missed the slight torment that accentuated her desires. Still, she sighed happily as she accepted the entirety of Sletran, feeling how his second cock nestled against the crack of her ass, its length burning and wet.
“Up again,” Erybet whispered in her ear. One of his arms circled her waist, and he tugged her upwards.
Rachel obeyed, moaning a little to feel Sletran’s cock sliding through her. She let Erybet dictate the movement until only the tip of the Nobek’s cock remained inside. She made a sound at the Dramok behind her and resisted.
“All right then,” he said, his voice low and almost evil. “Let’s see how you like this.”
With that, his free hand moved under her, against her pussy. Sletran’s breath caught, and he groan-growled, “My Dramok.” Both his hands were on her breasts now, and he squeezed almost to the point of pain. Rachel gasped, but she didn’t ask him to stop. She loved being at the clan’s mercy.
“Now back down slowly,” Erybet directed. His hand was still beneath her, the angle of it telling her he was gripping Sletran’s cock.
Rachel lowered down onto the thick shaft once more. She frowned. Something else was right there, pressing against her pussy, trying to open her wider so it could enter her as well.
After a moment, she realized what it was. She shot a wide-eyed look over her shoulder at Erybet.
His gaze narrowed. “Do you accept my sexual dominance over you, Ray-Ray?”
Rachel swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. A twist of fear and want made her insides tremble. Well, she’d missed the ache of taking something big. Be careful what you wish for, silly girl. You might end up getting it.
“Eryi,” she whispered and looked away from Erybet only to meet Sletran’s dark, dangerous gaze. A tremor seized her, like prey in the sights of a predator.
Erybet’s tone held no compromise. “Then you will do this. Take all of him inside you.
Both cocks in your pussy.”
Unable to look away from the hungry stare Sletran speared her with, Rachel pressed down.
The tip of the Nobek’s second cock entered her womanhood, joining the primary one. And there was that magnificent ache, a slight discomfort that grew as she took him in. The maelstrom of sensation made her shudder as her body quickly tipped towards orgasm.
“Hold a moment.” Erybet’s breath was hot in her ear. “Let yourself adjust.”
Rachel shuddered in his grasp. She almost had Sletran right where that sensitive spot in her sheath waited. Despite feeling overly full, the tease of having him so close made her a little crazy. She jerked a protest against Erybet.
He chuckled. “So very eager. But I will not have you injured due to impatience, Ray-Ray.”
Conyod caught her face between his hands and made her look up at him. “You are not in control, my heart. If you want Erybet for your Dramok, you must give command of your body over to him.”
Rachel whined, but she stopped fighting. Damn it, she’d fantasized about submitting to a strong man more times than she could count, but she was too used to being the lead. It was killing her to give in.
Conyod smiled down at her, his purple eyes twinkling. “It takes a different kind of strength to surrender, doesn’t it?”
Her lip curled. Very funny, hot stuff. Stop laughing at me.
There was laughter in Erybet’s voice too. “All right, Matara. A little more now. Keep an eye on her, Conyod.”
The Dramok’s grip loosened, allowing Rachel to lower farther down on Sletran. The pressure moved deeper, deeper … and slid right over that magic spot. A thunderclap of ecstasy blasted through Rachel, making her cry out. Her sex convulsed in reaction, and Sletran yelled out.
“Ancestors!”
Everyone froze, Rachel unwillingly because Erybet’s grip halted her once more. Conyod was still holding her face, so she couldn’t see Sletran. She could feel him though, panting and gasping as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen. For her part, the inside of Rachel’s belly pulsed eager heat, greedy for more of that incredible pressure.
“All right,” came the Nobek’s deep voice after a few seconds. “That was close, but I think I’m ready for her now.”
“Caught you by surprise, did she?” Now Conyod was laughing at him.
“I didn’t realize how strong those interior muscles could be. What an amazing feeling.”
The breathy approval made Rachel feel good. She couldn’t wait to give Sletran more. The instant Erybet eased his hold, she went back to consuming the Kalquorian lying beneath her.
That constant, delicious pressure against the hot button in her sheath had her spasming almost constantly, and she heard Sletran’s steady growl as he enjoyed the sensations.
At last she had him completely enclosed, her bottom resting on his body. She sighed and closed her eyes. She had him. All of him. And it hurt damned good.
Sletran’s hands gently stroked up and down her torso. The tender warm touch sent shivers of delight through her body.
“Release all but the tip of him when you’re ready for more,” Erybet said.
Rachel’s eyes popped open. Conyod let her turn her head so she could look at the man kneeling behind her. More?
He grinned. His hand slid over her buttocks and she felt the sweetness of his touch against her anus. “More. But just the one cock here.”
Her jaw dropped. Could she really handle another cock in there when she had two up front?
Erybet nodded, as if he could discern her thoughts. “It’s been done with other clans.
Earther females are pliant enough if care is taken by everyone involved. The sexual manuals call it tutlito tolp.”
“Ultimate possession,” Conyod translated. “While you hold Sletran and Erybet in that manner, you will take me in your mouth.”
The expression on his face told Rachel there was more to this than a kinky sex position. She raised an eyebrow at the men.
Sletran looked up at her, his eyes half-hooded with lust. “The position, if accepted by the Matara, indicates her trust in the men enjoying her body. She is placing the whole of her wellbeing in their care as well as offering herself for their pleasure.”
Erybet added, “Of course, the men do all in their power to see not only to her safety, but her pleasure as well.”
Rachel considered them. That dark part of her mentality definitely liked the sound of
‘ultimate possession’. And she’d wanted all three at once, hadn’t she?
The thought resonated with her eager body, making her clench around Sletran again. His eyes rolled a little in reaction.
It also felt like a test, of sorts. It seemed obvious to her that giving over so totally meant something to this clan. If she accepted their challenge to perform this tutlito tolp, would they finally clan her? After all, giving herself so completely had to tell them she was serious about them. That she trusted them to not hurt her.
She looked from one to the next. Her beloved Conyod, with his encouraging smile, who’d helped her unlock her lost voice. Of course she trusted him. With all her heart and soul.
Rachel looked at Erybet next. So beautiful. So hopeful. So insistent she let him be the leader he was born to be, yet patient when she resisted. And careful, not allowing her to be hurt when they tried something like this. Yes, she trusted him too.
She turned to Sletran. She sat atop him, yet knew he could overpower her in an instant, probably before she even knew what was happening. He’d said he feared hurting her. The Nobek was incredibly dangerous and his past trauma no doubt increased the peril of being around him. Could she trust him?
Rachel wasn’t sure. There was still so much hidden about the man. Yet she knew his pain and knew how much a show of confidence in him would help him heal. How displaying anything less might hurt him. She loved Sletran and wanted his recovery. Wanted it bad enough to chance her own safety for it.
She nodded. “Eryi. Tutlito tolp.”
“Rise up for me, Ray-Ray.” Erybet’s voice was soft and coaxing.
Rachel slowly lifted her hips, groaning to feel Sletran’s double thickness pulling through her swollen, sensitive pussy. Their mingled wetness helped her move over him easily despite being so stuffed.
She stopped just before the tip of his smaller penis could leave her. Erybet’s arm around her waist held her steady as a hard, hot prod brushed against her anus. It only now occurred to her that he hadn’t prepared her by stretching her with his fingers as the men usually did. But she’d had Sletran there only hours before, late last night. That Nobek did like butt sex with his larger cock. Not that she minded. It had been a favored activity with Marcus too.
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