He fought off a stab of sympathy. He’d seen how punishing her for her stupidity had affected Gelan. His Dramok’s head hung down, his shoulders hunched as he led them back towards their ship. Gelan was tough, Nobek tough, but dealing harsh discipline to someone so much smaller and weaker had to be a terrible burden.
Still, it would do no good to remain angry at the Earther. She’d been punished for her willfulness. And he admired the stubborn pride she exhibited in not whining how tired she was from her forced march.
Or maybe she remained quiet out of fear they’d hurt her more? The thought she might be that terrified of them curdled Wynhod’s stomach. He wanted her respect, not fear.
He stopped in his tracks right then and there. “I have to carry her,” he said.
Gelan halted and turned, his gaze settling on the exhausted Dani. Krijero also drew abreast of them, leaning down to look into her pale face. Her eyes, almost closed as if she was more asleep than awake, fluttered the least bit. Wynhod noticed for the first time how dark and long her lashes were, outlining her brown eyes. Despite the tear streaks on her cheeks and the drawn expression, she was still a very pretty girl.
Gelan brushed a gentle hand against her cheek. Dani leaned a little into his touch, and Wynhod saw his leader swallow.
“I think the ground gets higher about a mile away in those woods. That will be a good place to stop and rest for a bit,” Gelan said.
Wynhod nodded. He picked up Dani, cradling her in his arms like a baby. She sighed, snuggled her face into his chest, and immediately went to sleep. Feeling her warm, sweet body cuddled up to him shook something inside. It was his turn to gulp.
Gelan snorted un-amused laughter. “We’re in trouble, aren’t we?” he asked in their language.
Wynhod sighed.
Krijero looked from one to the other of his clanmates and shook his head, his expression going tight. “I knew buying her would be a mistake.”
Wynhod quirked a wry smile at his Imdiko. “Perhaps. But the deed is done, so let’s do the best we can with her.”
Krijero humphed but said nothing else. They continued their journey without another word. Wynhod kept looking at the precious creature in his arms as they walked, wondering how they would convince her to stay with them forever.
* * * *
A gentle kiss coaxed Dani out of her slumber. The lips tasting hers were soft. A warm wet tongue prodded her mouth open to slip delicately inside. The raw silk surface of it twined with the brushed velvet of her tongue, making her insides warm goo.
The mouth left hers, and she moaned with loss. She opened her eyes.
The three Kalquorians bent over her, all intently staring into her face. She sensed they sat on the ground under the shade of many trees, and she lay draped over their legs. Dani froze, all the good feelings fleeing immediately.
“Collar,” Gelan said, holding his hand out to Wynhod.
The Nobek fiddled with a pouch on his belt, drawing out a thin, gold hoop. A slave collar, Dani recognized. Her heart sank to see the locator attached to it.
There was no point in fighting them. She lay unprotesting as Gelan placed the hated weight around her neck.
Three years enslaved to these men if they adhered to the contract and didn’t keep her forever. She blinked back tears.
Damn them.
Gelan spoke in his language to the other two men, who nodded and moved back, leaving her draped across the Dramok’s lap. He looked into her eyes. Dani stared back, stone-faced. He probably wanted her to beg him for mercy. Well, he could wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which filled up first. She’d give him nothing.
After a moment, Gelan said, “Lay down on the ground.”
Dani looked at her surroundings. The ground here wasn’t wet from the looks of things, so they had left the swamp behind. The ground cover didn’t look much like the grass on Earth. The vegetation grew in lavender swirled tufts. It would be pretty if she was in the company of anyone else.
“Why do you want me to lie on the ground?”
Gelan’s tone was no-nonsense. “Because you are going to serve your masters.”
Dani’s stomach curled in on itself. Her thighs pressed hard together instinctively.
Standing over her and Gelan, Wynhod glared down at her when she didn’t move. “From now on, if you question our orders or delay in obeying them you will be punished. Now obey your Dramok.”
His words reminded Dani of the terrible spanking Gelan had given her. She became aware of the low ache still pulsing in her buttocks as the last dredges of sleep fled her body. Oh no. She couldn’t bear the humiliation of that again.
She rolled off Gelan’s lap to the surprisingly springy ground. At Gelan’s order, she lay on her back, hissing when her still sore buttocks came in contact with the soft curls of grass.
Dani cringed as Gelan crouched between her legs. “Hold yourself open,” he told her, bending her knees up towards her shoulders and placing her hands behind them.
Feeling terribly vulnerable, she nevertheless obeyed, holding herself splayed wide for him. Once more she had to fight tears of angry despair at bay.
Dani expected Gelan to open his pants and take her with ruthlessness to demonstrate his dominance over her. Instead, he surprised her by stroking his fingertips up and down her body. His touch was as gentle as the kiss he’d wakened her with.
“You are beautiful, Dani,” he said, his voice hushed with feeling as he looked into her face.
She didn’t know how to respond. Why was he being so nice to her now? She’d have thought he’d continue to punish her for what she’d done, treat her like the slave she was. Instead, he looked at her with a lover’s gaze, caressed her with a lover’s touch. Like she mattered.
Dani didn’t want to respond to Gelan’s seduction, but when he bent over her to kiss her, his hands cupping her ribcage, her insides melted. The tenderness with which his mouth worked hers only punctuated the powerful body that brushed against her. It was as if compassion only underlined the brute’s strength.
He made her feel helpless and protected all at once, which made no sense given this was the bastard who’d wore her ass out like a strict father reproving a wayward ten-year old. He’d hurt and shamed her.
Yet as Gelan kissed his way down her chin and throat, pausing at the hollow to lick delicately, Dani’s body responded to him. She’d have gladly staked him out in the sun on top of a fire ant hill and watched him scream right now, but her lower regions bubbled with ardor as he continued down to mouth her breasts.
Damn him to hell, he had the most educated hands and mouth she’d ever known. Those mighty paws of his curled around the bottoms of her small mounds, pushing them up to his mouth. He fed on one as if famished, sucking it all in his maw while his raspy tongue swirled all around her eager nipple. Pleasure zinged from the peak to her clit, and Dani couldn’t help but writhe beneath him, showing him her enjoyment.
“So very sensitive,” he growled as he drew his mouth away. “These are perfection, my little Dani.”
He bent to the other breast, making Dani cry out with sensation as he nipped and sucked it into a hard peak to match the other. Then he went back to the first, capturing the pebbled tip between his teeth and lashing it with his tongue.
Back and forth he went, until Dani thought she might go mad from the blissful torment. Her breasts had always been an embarrassment to her, so small and insubstantial. But Gelan praised them in between maulings, commenting on their perfect shape, on their eager response to his touches.
He finally lifted his mouth from the now reddened orbs, and Dani shuddered with a mixture of arousal and dread to see his fangs distended. His gaze met hers for an instant before his head darted down again with the speed of a rattlesnake strike. Dani shrieked as the needle-sharp teeth speared the upper part of her left breast.
Gelan seemed oblivious to her fists peppering his shoulders with furious blows. After a moment, the pain faded, and bliss poured through her
being as the intoxicant he sent into her system worked its magic. Her battering turned to caressing as she hummed happy moans.
She’d heard of the strange chemical Kalquorian bites sent into their victims. If they bit an enemy, it left them helpless to fight. Same for the women they wished to bed.
Feeling like an angel drifting on a cloud, Dani watched through half-lidded eyes as Gelan withdrew. His fangs folded to the roof of his mouth, and he slowly licked the blood from the small puncture wounds he’d made. Each languorous lap from his tongue resonated throughout her body.
To her delight, Gelan kissed his way down her torso, taking his wonderful tongue ever closer to her clamoring sex. Her stomach trembled as his lips traveled down it, pausing to lick the delicate cup of her navel. Then he sat back on his knees, cutting short the lovely journey to where she wanted him most.
She whimpered, pulling her legs farther apart in invitation. Gelan grinned at her, the heat in his cat-slitted eyes warming her lower parts. She thought she might melt as the massive alien loomed over her. The Dramok exuded brute masculinity, all hungry, aroused man. Just kneeling there, his presence awed. His crotch bulged with twin erections, thick lengths of iron he would eventually thrust into her open, vulnerable flesh. Dani felt very small, very feminine, very turned on as he eyed her with assured possessiveness. And why not? He owned her, after all. She belonged utterly to him, and under the influence of the intoxicant she welcomed it.
Gelan stroked her mound, rendered permanently hairless as part of her indenture on Dantovon. The naked flesh tingled at his touch, and Dani caught her breath.
“This is mine,” he told her. His fingers moved down to her outer lips, a butterfly’s kiss on dewy flesh.
Dani trembled all over. Her voice piped several octaves higher than usual. “Yes.”
“It belongs to me.” He traced the sensitive crevice separating outer and inner lips. His other hand went lower, brushing her anus. Her nether parts clenched.
“Yes.” A hiss of breath, no sound left.
“Mine to do with as I wish.” The statement came out in a low, animal growl as he ran a finger up and down her slit.
Yes, her lips mouthed. The trembling had turned to outright shaking.
With a satisfied smile, Gelan lowered his face to her womanhood. Starting at the bottom of her rift, his tongue flattened against her quivering flesh. He licked up and up, ending at the distended nub of her clit. Dani arched and wailed with delight. She gushed honey.
He did it again, his rough-textured tongue working slowly to capture every precious drop. As he finished up at her most sensitive flesh, Dani felt herself quiver at the edge of crescendo. A bright spike of sensation took her right to the brink. Then Gelan was back at the start, leaving the orgasm unrealized.
He paused to dip two fingers into her wetness. He pressed one of the slick digits into her anus, stretching her gently before adding the second finger. The taboo penetration lit every nerve. Forbidden fruit had always been her weakness, and nothing on Earth had been as forbidden as anal play.
While Gelan stimulated her most secret entrance, he laved her avid pussy over and over, keeping her at the peak without allowing release. Dani sobbed with delight and need. What he did felt so good; on one hand she wanted this glorious teasing to never end, on the other her body clamored for release. She’d never known such gorgeous torture.
Her tissues swelled and reddened. Her clitoris emerged from its hood, blatant with excitement as it greeted every sweep of Gelan’s tongue. Dani’s stomach still appeared flat, but that was a lie. She felt how it distended from the inner pressure, excruciatingly tight as it bloated towards the inevitable explosion.
And still the Kalquorian lapped the tormented flesh, building the delicious agony beyond what Dani had thought possible. Her sobs had become little screams, and she writhed on the ground like a wounded snake. Her head tossed from side to side. God, she needed to come, needed it like a man in the desert needed water.
“Please,” she wailed. “Oh please, I want to come, please let me come.”
Gelan chuffed laughter as he made another pass up her slit. But instead of flicking her straining clit this time, he drew a circle around it with the tip of his tongue, refusing to touch the needy nub. Dani screamed in frustration and let go of her legs to grab the back of his head, trying to force him onto the demanding flesh.
The Dramok’s reaction was immediate. He reared up with a roar, lunging forward so his face was only inches from hers. Snarling like an animal, he bared his fangs at her with an expression of feral rage.
Fear somehow both increased her arousal and brought it under control. Dani went very still beneath Gelan, not even daring to breathe.
Between the growls that trickled from his pulled back lips, Gelan muttered, “This is not your body to command. It is mine, and I will pleasure it if and when I want.”
Afraid to provoke the muscled beast crouched over her, Dani kept silent. She slid her hands slowly from Gelan’s head. She gripped the backs of her knees once more and spread herself as wide as she could.
With a final snarl, Gelan eased back on his haunches. He stared at her for several seconds that felt like an eternity. In the midst of her petrified, intoxicated arousal, Dani thought him the most deadly, beautiful creature she’d ever seen. Like a sleek panther, the alien was pure danger that enthralled even as he terrified.
His gaze travelled down her body, ending with her offered pussy, open and vulnerable to him. Gelan shuddered all over. He pulled at the top of his formsuit, yanking it down to his thighs. His glistening cocks sprang free, thick with hunger.
It didn’t matter she’d had him in her body before. Looking at the alien’s huge sexes, Dani’s heart skipped a beat with fear. He would drive them into her body, and she couldn’t deny him. He owned her.
Powerless against the dark, dangerous Kalquorian, Dani could only watch as he gathered himself in one hand, positioning himself for the first thrust into her body. She warbled a cry that was half welcome, half fearful. He pressed against her, the tips of him slipping into her pussy and anus.
Gelan suddenly thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt. Dani shrieked. Intoxicant, pain, fear, arousal … the mixture was pure combustion, and she exploded in orgasm.
The Dramok rutted with her violently, gasping great whoops of air as her passage clutched him in fervent spasms. Veins in his neck stood out as he drove into her squeezing sleeve, fighting to maintain control. With a guttural exclamation, he lost the battle, unleashing a roar as her clutching pussy yanked climax from him. The hard jerks of his larger cock surrendering its seed set off Dani anew, and she screamed with rekindled sensation.
Gelan fell over her, still pounding his hips into her. His weight held her helpless, making her take every violent push. Dani detonated again, her body ecstatic from the merciless lovemaking.
At last the Kalquorian slowed, his thrusts growing erratic. His gasps sobbed in Dani’s ear. She realized she had let go of her legs again only when her arms fell bonelessly from their grip of the wide expanse of Gelan’s back. Limp as overcooked spaghetti, she lay beneath the alien’s shuddering body. She thought she might never move again.
With a final groan, Gelan rolled off of her. His body splayed across the ground beside her, every bit as wasted as she was.
“You’d think they’d never had sex before,” someone growled.
Dani gathered enough strength to turn her head to one side. Wynhod and Krijero crouched on the ground, watching from only a few feet away. Their eyes were nearly black, their fangs extended, and their excitement strained the crotches of their pants. Dani nearly wept to see their excitement. No way could she take the two of them on. She’d die of exhaustion.
“Let’s see your back, Gelan,” Krijero said. His voice wasn’t quite as bestial as Wynhod’s, but it still rumbled threateningly, like far off thunder announcing a coming storm.
With a breathless chuckle, the Dramok managed to lift his bulk from the springy
ground. He turned around, displaying the ragged scratches Dani had clawed into his flesh. Blood beaded the stripes.
“Nice,” Wynhod snarled in appreciation.
“I won’t even ask if you want those treated,” Krijero added.
Gelan laughed, looking down at the still-spent Dani. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself so much, my tiny savage.”
Wynhod yanked his boots off. His formsuit followed, and then he slowly eased towards her, crawling on all fours like a wolf approaching wounded prey. “My turn,” he said.
Oh no. Dani couldn’t even twitch, she was so worn. “Please,” she whispered. “I can’t.”
“You will.” Wynhod crept over her, his big, muscular body blocking out the brutal glare of the sun.
Weak as a newborn kitten, Dani could only lie there as he looked down on her. His hand cupped her jaw, the calloused pad of his thumb rough on her lips as he outlined her mouth.
“I want this,” he said.
Wynhod moved up, his body sliding over her vision as he crawled forward. His handsome face, tense with predatory intent, slid from her view to be replaced by his thick neck, wide shoulders and sculpted chest. Next came the defined ridges of his abdomen, longer in proportion than an Earther’s with eight bumps in place of her own kind’s six. Then his cocks were there, hovering over her face. A shade darker than the rest of his mocha skin, the iron appendages pointed at right angles to his body, eager to be serviced. A pearlescent drop beaded at the tip of the larger one.
“Open your mouth.”
The irrefutable command in his voice triggered her immediate compliance. Dani parted her lips without sparing a thought as to whether or not she should obey. Wynhod’s bigger organ descended. Her nostrils were filled with a cinnamon-y sweet smell. As soon as it was within reach, Dani’s tongue flicked out, nabbing the droplet.
Sweet-salty-spiciness teased her senses. She suddenly looked forward to orally pleasuring the Nobek. She hoped he would let her fellate him to orgasm, flooding her mouth with his delicious fluids. She was momentarily shocked to find herself newly aroused.
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