The facility Govi had sent them to, and for which Emperor Bevau paid the bill, was as nice as any country club Rachel had ever imagined. It offered quiet gardens, relaxing pools, and plenty of activities suited for everyone from a sedate Earther woman to an action-oriented Nobek. Rachel took part in a music appreciation class as her first step towards realizing her old dream of singing and playing.
Even the therapy room they now sat in had little to show it was actually a medical facility.
The vids showed the outdoors in all their late summer glory, with trees festooned with leaves all colors of the rainbow. A spectacular fountain shot streamers of colored water. Rachel knew the window-vid behind her depicted an exercise group of nearly naked Kalquorian men going through poses meant to strengthen the body and quiet the mind. She didn’t dare peek. It made her clan grumpy when she looked.
As if I’d ever want any of those others. They should be happy I’ve got a libido to match that of three men. What’s wrong with a little eye candy, anyway?
Degorsk gave her a smile, as if discerning where her thoughts had strayed. Sletran had established an almost instant rapport with the Imdiko and requested him as his primary therapist.
Degorsk had generously set aside his Matara-based psychological training to accommodate Rachel’s Nobek, flying an hour three times a week to work with him and the entire clan.
So many had done so much to put the broken pieces of Clan Erybet back together. Rachel had never known as much gratitude as she did since coming to Kalquor.
Degorsk asked, “Tell me the first thing you want to do when you go home, Sletran?”
The Nobek’s gaze cut to Rachel. The other men snickered, and she felt her cheeks burning in response. Damn him. It wasn’t as if he was living like a monk here at the facility. Degorsk might be in charge of Sletran’s emotional health, but she was more than taking care of other needs.
Degorsk pretended to note something on his handheld. “Okay, and second thing you’ll do will be either a shower or a nap…”
Rachel grabbed a nearby seating cushion and threw it at the comical Imdiko. He yelped and ducked.
In almost flawless Kalquorian, Rachel told him, “I send your Matara my condolences every day. Today is no exception.”
Degorsk snorted. “Cassidy appreciates my humor.”
“Maybe you’ll share it with us some day.”
He winced. “Ouch. That one smarted. And here I was going to give you the good news that Sletran can go home.”
Silence fell over the group. Rachel’s heart lifted, but Sletran’s expression was uncertain.
He said, “You mean – right now?”
Degorsk dipped a nod. “No nightmares in six weeks. No lost time for the last four months.
Your profile is much improved.”
Sletran licked his lips. “The whole team agrees?”
“The latest tests on subconscious responses show you carry much less blame for the events at New Bethlehem. Coming to terms that it was Akrij who was at fault has gone a long way toward healing your perception of yourself. We all believe you’re ready for this.”
A grin slowly spread over Erybet’s face. “You’ll be out in time for his and Kivokan’s trials.
We can celebrate their executions.”
The uproar over the disclosure of what had really happened on New Bethlehem and Akrij’s murder spree had prompted Global Security to remove the Nobek and his Dramok from Kalquor.
They were incarcerated at a secret location, from which their trials would also be carried out. It was a foregone conclusion neither man would be found innocent. Only the necessity of hiding them so they could undergo the formality of legal proceedings had delayed the inevitable executions. Their Imdiko Trusec had also been taken off Kalquor, for fear that the innocent man would bear the brunt of public rage, possibly being murdered in his clanmates’ stead. Little had been leaked about his situation. Even Breft, who visited on occasion, had only heard rumors.
“Someone told me he’d been re-wiped to erase all his memories of Kivokan and Akrij. His rehabilitation will include an entirely new identity and history. He could even join a new clan, since his records will show he’s never been a part of one before,” Breft had told them.
Conyod had scowled at that information. “While I can appreciate the uniqueness of Trusec’s circumstances, I wish they’d outlaw that procedure from now on. It’s an abomination.”
Right now, Degorsk’s eyebrow was raised at Erybet’s comments about celebrating the executions of unlucky Trusec’s clanmates. “Are you doing your anger-control exercises, Erybet?
Attending all your classes?”
The Dramok’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, Doctor. I haven’t punched anyone in quite a while.
However, I’m sure you can understand that I will never be able to forgive what that pair did to us.”
Immediately following Akrij’s capture, Erybet had gone through a period of violent outbursts. He’d not turned his rage on his clan, but more than one staff member at the facility had been forced to fend off the Dramok’s fists. Usually such fits happened if Erybet felt one of his clanmates had been slighted in some way. He’d been released from ongoing care only a month earlier.
“As long as you no longer let what Akrij and Kivokan did to you dictate your life. Don’t give them that power. Remember, you have much to be grateful for.” Degorsk smiled at Rachel.
Conyod nodded his agreement. One slender scar outlined his cheek. It was the only indication left from the beating he’d taken at Akrij’s hands. The same talented surgeons who’d erased the majority of Rachel’s terrible wounds had done a fine job fixing the damage.
He reminded Erybet. “We have a lot to celebrate.”
Erybet smiled at his Imdiko. Their relationship had been healed over the past months, all the secrets laid out, all the hurt they’d inflicted on each other forgiven.
Erybet said, “We certainly do.” He turned his smile to Sletran. “Come home, my Nobek.”
Sletran swallowed. “I want to. But I’m worried.”
Degorsk said, “That’s normal. Remember, you’ll still be seeing me for therapy twice a week, and you’ll have a direct com link. Call me anytime, no matter how insignificant you think an issue might be.”
Sletran relaxed with the Imdiko’s encouragement. “I will. Thank you. For everything.”
Degorsk rose from his cushion. “I’ll let you get your things together. I’ll arrange everything at the dismissal desk, including a shuttle to get you home. Congratulations to you all.
And welcome back to life.”
He walked out, leaving them staring at each other. Rachel felt a little unreal. They’d been at the facility for so long, going home sounded like a trip to an exotic location.
In English, she said, “Holy cow, you’re sprung.”
Conyod grinned at them all. “I don’t know why everyone is acting so surprised. Degorsk has been talking about how Sletran will resume his normal life for the last three weeks. We knew we were going back to the real world soon.”
Sletran gave his clanmate a bald look. “It’s one thing to talk about it. It’s another to actually do it.” He blew out a breath. “What if I get out and it all starts up again? The blank periods, the wandering around?”
Conyod put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “If the doctors thought there was the slightest chance of that, you wouldn’t be leaving. Look at all you have to look forward to, Sletran. Counselor to soldiers traumatized by the war at the War Veterans Hospital. Advisor for Matara security at the new complex that’s being built on the Anob continent. An offer to teach at the new training center for at-risk Nobeks.”
Sletran chuckled. “I’m not begging for work, that’s certain.”
Erybet grinned. “If you go mad, it won’t be from boredom.”
“My release happens just in time since Conyod’s leave from work is almost up and your new duties as Emperor Bevau’s assistant start soon.” Sletran took a deep breath.
Rachel went to him, eager to convince him to go home as well. She sat on his lap, straddling his thighs. She found he was very happy to have her there. “Not only that, unlike our barely adequate sleeping mat here, the bed at home is huge. It needs you in it. I’ll get cold with just a Dramok and Imdiko next to me.”
Erybet snorted. “I think we can keep you warm enough, though I do prefer our fourth there as well.”
Conyod grinned. “Sletran sleeps on the other side of me anyway, not next to you. You can’t tell me you were cold last night sleeping with my and Erybet’s cocks shoved up your—”
Rachel slapped at him. “Hey! Trying to get our clanmate home here?”
Sletran snickered. He was hard as steel beneath her, obviously enjoying her sitting there.
He slowly unseamed her blouse and slipped his hand in to play with her breasts. He growled to find she’d gone without a bra today.
He told Rachel, “Maybe you could tempt me with a little preview of what I can expect at home?”
She casually twirled her finger around a lock of his shoulder-length hair, pretending she wasn’t getting wet from his touch. “Just a little preview. After all, we should be packing, you know.”
Sletran slid her blouse entirely off her shoulders. His head dipped down, his mouth taking custody of one breast and then the other. Rachel squirmed as tendrils of excitement unraveled in her belly.
“Just a little preview? I think I need more than that. Just to be sure.” His mouthing became much more energetic.
Rachel shoved against him, her pussy glowing with radiant heat. “Oh no. I think that’s quite enough.”
“Just the tiniest bit more incentive…” Sletran sucked hard on her flesh, making her nipples ache with excitement.
She was laughing breathlessly as he suckled with brutal ardor. All her struggles didn’t loosen his grip the slightest bit. The Nobek held her easily, not even straining to keep her on his eager lap.
Rachel turned to their laughing clanmates for assistance. “Guys? A little help here?”
Erybet and Conyod exchanged a look. The Dramok answered, “If you insist, my Matara.”
The pair moved forward. Erybet seized Rachel’s arms, holding them up and out of the way while Conyod reached under her skirt to rip her panties off. He unleashed Sletran’s cocks for him, leaving the Nobek ready to pierce her.
“Hey! You’re supposed to help me, not him!” she protested, but she was laughing hard now at their antics.
Sletran slid her up and forward, and he entered her easily. Suddenly all the hilarity was over for Rachel. She arched and groaned as her passages filled delightfully.
The Nobek’s eyes darkened. “Oh, I like this. I really like this. I’m almost convinced.”
Erybet looked down between them and frowned. “Her skirt is hiding everything. I want to watch her take a good fucking.”
His words made everything inside Rachel shiver. Having discovered how much of an exhibitionist she was, the men took every opportunity to capitalize on what was to her a strange fixation. There had been many a promise that they would all visit a pleasure club and put her through her paces in front of an audience. Rachel was well aware they weren’t teasing her. She didn’t know whether to be excited or terrified. She was usually both when she thought about it.
At Erybet’s complaint, Sletran rose up on his knees and laid Rachel on her back on the floor.
Her ass remained on the floor cushion, keeping her in the perfect position for Sletran’s deep thrusts. Conyod bunched her skirt at her waist, revealing the vision of Sletran’s cocks burying themselves over and over in her pussy and ass. Erybet pinned her wrists over her head and leaned in for a better look.
Sletran held her legs wide in a vee, giving all of them a good view. “Look at that,” he encouraged his clanmates. “Look how wet she is for me. No resistance to my pricks at all.”
“I love watching you take his cocks,” Conyod said. One of his hands caressed her breasts as he knelt next to Sletran. “All wide open for him. It’s a beautiful sight, my Matara.”
Rachel couldn’t find the words to reply. Sletran’s groin slapped up against her, driving his front cock against that hot spot in her sheath, then all the way up to thud deliciously against her cervix. His back cock thudded in her tighter orifice, creating a deep, dark pleasure that made her writhe helplessly. She had no defense against the demanding pressure building in her belly, not with Erybet pinning her arms and Sletran’s unbreakable hold on her ankles. Adding to the growing bliss was the heat of their stares, watching as Sletran took his pleasure with her. She had no secrets from them. She was utterly revealed to them in every way. They saw everything, and it made her crazy with arousal.
Her head was beginning to toss with the growing storm. Every breath ended in a whimper.
Watching Sletran fuck her with an avid gaze, Erybet whispered, “That’s it, Matara. Feel him fucking you. Feel his cocks reaching deep into you. Filling your ass and pussy. Making you want to come. You’re getting so close now.”
Conyod’s hand drifted from her breasts, down to her mound. His heated palm came to rest on the slight rise. It rubbed in a slow circle, putting extra pressure against her sex and brushing her clit with every downstroke. Sletran plunged in and out, harder than ever. Rachel’s whimpers were growing into louder cries. She was going to come soon. She would come with all three watching her as she lost control to them.
“That’s it,” Erybet coaxed. “Sletran’s cock is coated with your cream. I see how wet your pussy is every time he comes out of you. You can’t hold out much longer.”
Conyod joined in the wicked taunting as his hand drew circles faster against her mound. “I can feel him moving inside you. How he’s making your tiny body accept him. I’ll be able to feel it when he climaxes, when his cock pulses as he fills you with his seed.”
“Soon,” Sletran growled. He released her ankles and clutched her thighs in the crooks of his elbows. He pounded against her in a frantic tattoo.
Pressure in and out. Her clit sparking bright flashes. Cocks burning paths deep within. A fierce, growing pleasure, so profound it almost hurt. And their eyes, three pairs of those staring purple cat’s eyes, watching … watching…
Rachel’s mouth opened wide, ready to unleash the scream coming with the orgasm that billowed on the brink of escape. Her back arched, and she strained. Almost. Almost.
“Let us see it, my Matara. Come for us.”
Pure sensation poured through her, as painful and glorious as she’d known it would be.
Release finally granted, she heaved with it. The scream she thought would pour from her lips came out in bursts of guttural animal groans instead. Then Sletran moaned, and his head fell back. He jerked against her two more times before his cock throbbed and released liquid heat into her womb.
Erybet leaned down to kiss Rachel’s forehead, eyelids, nose, and lips. “Well done, my love,” he whispered. The he looked up at their gasping Nobek. “Wouldn’t you say, Sletran?”
Sletran smiled, his eyes heavily lidded. “Oh all right, I’ll do it. I’ll come home now.”
Rachel grinned at him. “About damned time.”
“Oh no.” Conyod looked at them all with grave concern.
Erybet’s brows drew together. “Now what?”
“I’m not so sure if I’m ready to go home. Can I be convinced too?”
Thrown cushions flew at the Imdiko, and laughter filled the room.
The End
Other books by Tracy St. John available at Smashwords.com:
Unholy Union
The Font
THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:
Drop Dead Sexy
Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
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Alien Embrace
Alien Rule
Alien Conquest
Alien Salvation
Alien Slave
Alien Interludes: Clans of Kalquor Shor
t Stories
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Coming December 2012
Clan Beginnings: To Clan and Conquer
(Prequel to Clans of Kalquor 3: Alien Conquest) First Officer Tranis has just joined the crew of a Kalquorian destroyer under the command of Captain Piras. Starting a clan is not on the ambitious Tranis’ agenda; he is too busy building a career. Besides, the Nobek who captures his interest belongs to the captain. And the one Imdiko he can’t stop thinking about is definitely not his type. Still, he can’t help the instant attraction he feels for the pair.
Weapons Commander Lidon feels his best days are behind him. Damaged in battle, he knows he should accept his longtime Dramok lover’s offer to clan, but he just can’t bring himself to do so…not when Piras utterly rejects the Imdiko Lidon wants. Now a new young Dramok has his attention, making Lidon wonder if there is something more to look forward to.
The ship’s head doctor questions his military career, wondering if he should resign and return home to Kalquor. Hurt by what he’s seen, Degorsk hides behind an offbeat sense of humor that shocks and keeps his fellow crewmembers at an arms’ length – exactly where he wants them. But one Nobek refuses to be so easily put off, and the new first officer is too much temptation to deny himself. But to trust this pair with his heart? Not in a million light years.
As the trio is pulled together by attraction and pushed back apart by fear, an old enemy threatens the Kalquorian Empire. With no choice but to rely on each other for survival, Tranis, Lidon, and Degorsk are forced to expose their greatest terrors to each other…and themselves.
Mild BDSM, including spanking, anal play/intercourse, bondage, Dom/sub play, forced seduction, multiple sexual partners, and homoerotic situations (m/m/m).
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