Alien Slave

by Tracy St. John

  “How close, little Dani?” Gelan whispered. His hand circled the column of her throat.

  Wynhod scuffed his teeth against her straining nub again, and everything below her waist seized. Dani wailed a little, orgasm sidling close before easing back a half step. She trembled all over, a tiny antelope within a hairsbreadth of the jaws of a hungry lion.

  Panting, every cell of her being on the verge of cataclysm, she managed to answer. “Close. Almost – almost.” She couldn’t say anymore. Words were beyond her as she waited for the final strike.

  Gelan’s other hand cradled the top of her head, holding it still as he peered into her face. “I’m going to watch your face as you come. I want to see every single spasm that you feel.”

  He didn’t have long to wait. A second later Wynhod’s teeth closed over her clit, trapping it for his rasping tongue to rub intimately.

  The climax sprang, overwhelming her with its ferocity, consuming her in its scorching maw. Dani jerked and screamed, torn asunder with ecstasy that fed and fed and fed on her. Gelan’s blue-purple gaze riveted on her face as she shrieked against the beast gorging itself on her agonized bliss.

  It pulled her inside out, feasting on her most delicate parts with frenzied bites. There was nowhere to retreat to, no way to defend herself from the ravaging. She could only surrender herself to it as it consumed her utterly.

  After awhile the savage feast slowed, the climax taking more delicate bites as its appetite found satiety. As it took its last relishing licks, Dani found herself looking into Gelan’s dark face. His cat’s pupils had widened, almost swallowing the irises. He breathed fast through parted lips.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered to her. “Don’t ever think you’re not.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. He looked so sincere. She thought he might really mean his words.

  The men leaned back, all kneeling around her. “How are you doing?” Krijero asked.

  Dani stared at him. Was he kidding?

  Apparently he read and interpreted her expression. The Imdiko burst out laughing. “I mean, how are you as far as exhaustion and healthwise? Can you continue, or do we need to let you rest?”

  Oh. Dani gave him a rueful grin as the other two men chuckled. “I’m okay. Not too tired. Just really, really relaxed.”

  That earned more laughter from the Kalquorians. Gelan thumped a fist against Wynhod’s chest, no doubt congratulating the Nobek on a job well done.

  Wynhod’s grin stretched wide. “I’m glad to hear that. Both the part about you being satisfied by my efforts, and the part about not being too tired, because—” he indicated his livid groin area that strained the formsuit to its stretchy limits.

  Good heavens, was that really a spark of passion she felt zinging through her nether regions in response to seeing how ready he was for her? Dani could scarcely believe her libido’s resurgence in the wake of the amazing orgasm.

  “I’d be glad to help you with that,” she told Wynhod, her voice husky.

  His eyes widened a touch, and a low growl trickled from his throat.

  “Easy, Nobek,” Gelan reminded him.

  Wynhod swallowed hard. “I know. I will be very gentle,” he vowed, opening the formsuit to set his swollen cocks free.

  And he was. The care with which he pressed into Dani made her feel as if she was made of glass. The Nobek eased in and out in small increments, watching her closely all the while. The other two lay next to her, stroking her body as they watched his cocks disappear into her a bit at a time. From time to time Wynhod growled, but he held onto his control.

  Dani looked down her body, enjoying the sight of the Kalquorian’s dark flesh piercing her. Seeing the glistening lengths parting her folds was every bit as enticing as the feel of him inside her. And those gorgeous wet sounds of lovemaking had returned, making her guts tremble.

  Wynhod grasped her ankles, propping them on his shoulders. The position made her tighter around him. His body at last met hers as he embedded himself fully within her hearth. Dani moaned at the intense sensations, but he wasn’t done delighting her. The Nobek, still moving oh so slowly, ground himself against her in slow circles, hitting the most sensitive spots in her sleeves. She warbled a high cry.

  In and out, around and around. Her insides heated until Dani thought they must glow. Wynhod’s occasional bumps against her cervix sent bladed shards of pleasure stabbing throughout. Every exhalation came out with a note of pleasure.

  Krijero and Gelan added to the symphony of delight. The Dramok teased her nipples, his hand darting between the two to rub, pinch, and pull gently. They swelled in response, growing rosy and pebbly under his attentions. Darts of brightness zinged from her breasts to her clit in lightning flashes.

  Krijero’s palm warmed her mound as he rubbed the flesh in slow circles to match Wynhod’s movements. With each downstroke he brushed fingertips against her throbbing nub, making Dani clench hard around the Nobek. Her continuous sighs grew into moans, the pressure in her loins building steadily towards crescendo.

  Wynhod shifted her legs again, moving her feet so they rested side by side against his chest, bending and closing her legs together. Dani’s breath caught as the position tightened her sheaths around him. She felt she might burst from the increased sensation of fullness and shuddered in helpless reaction. Her insides somersaulted, edging ever closer to fulfillment but not quite able to reach.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Wynhod growled again, quickening his pace just a bit. His muscles stood out in stark relief as tension built. His pelvis thudded softly against her. Dani’s passion climbed another notch in response, the warm cascade of arousal growing into a torrent.

  The three men held her in a thrall with their touches. Gelan continued to tease her jutting nipples, bending over her to occasionally lick the aching tips. Krijero’s rubbing hand kept pace with Wynhod’s thrusts, his fingers circling her clit continuously and intermittently tapping the engorged peak to make her cry out. And Wynhod…

  The Nobek drew in and out, working her sheaths with his thick cocks, still grinding circles each time he buried his full lengths inside her womb and anus. He hit the sweet spot deep within more often than not, spiraling her ever higher, ever closer to climax. Her womb had gone molten lava, seething and bubbling, burning ever hotter.

  “How does your Nobek feel to you, little girl?” Gelan asked.

  “Amazing,” Dani sobbed. “I want to come.”

  “Do you? Do you wish to come for Wynhod? To show him how wonderful it is to have him inside your body, making love to you?”

  “Oh yes. So wonderful,” she gasped. Her insides churned, readying for explosion.

  “Are you close?”

  “Almost there.” Even as she spoke the words, a spasm tightened her muscles. A bright flash warned Dani she was on the brink of cataclysm. Another spasm. Wynhod snarled and jerked hard.

  “Aaaaaah…” Dani’s drawn out groan came all the way from her belly where he thrust into her, igniting the fuse. “Wynhod!” she screamed.

  Gelan bent, his braids falling over her chest and throat as he sucked a breast deep into his mouth. Krijero seized her clit between finger and thumb, rubbing the wet flesh quickly. Wynhod’s rhythm quickened, pounding his iron into her sheaths.

  Dani’s body yawned wide as they carried her over the precipice. Crushing ecstasy swept over her as Wynhod’s cock pulsed, sending his juices to bathe her clutching channel. Her inner muscles seized him, yanking every precious drop of seed from his body as she thrashed beneath the men. The Nobek howled as he succumbed to her, his animal cry rebounding off the cave walls.

  Their gasps mingled as their bodies spent themselves in jerks and spasms. It went on for a glorious second of eternity, and they quieted only bit by bit. Even when the last pulsed eased, Wynhod remained kneeling against her buttocks, reluctant to leave her warmth.

  “Nobek—” Gelan started, only to be cut off by his clanmate’s snarl.

  “Mine,” Wynh
od said in a thick voice.

  “Ours,” the Dramok firmly reproved him. “Give her over.”

  Wynhod showed Gelan his fangs. The clan leader simply stared at him, his expression unmoving. Dani stared at the two men, frightened they might fight. How could she and Krijero hope to keep Wynhod from tearing Gelan apart?

  Neither Gelan nor Krijero seemed to be worried. They watched Wynhod with quiet patience. After a breathless moment, the Nobek calmed. His hinged fangs disappeared as they folded to the roof of his mouth. “Apologies, my Dramok.”

  “None are needed.” Gelan smiled. “I’m not surprised this happened. Your need to claim your mate was aroused because of us being hunted and your fear for Dani’s life.”

  Wynhod blew out a breath. “These have been trying days. It was only a matter of time before it brought out the worst in me.”

  Krijero kissed Dani’s cheek, no doubt noticing her concern. “If Wynhod could enjoy a standup fight with his enemies, he’d have better control over himself,” he told her.

  Dani snorted. “He’d also be dead. You’re badly outnumbered,” she told the alien.

  Wynhod sniffed his disdain for the odds as he finally withdrew from her. “Better dead in glorious battle than running from Tragooms.” He spat the name like it was vile poison.

  Dani felt hollow with the loss of Wynhod’s body. Fatigue crept up on stealthy feet to lay heavily on her, but the emptiness had her snuggling almost desperately against Gelan and Krijero. She hated to admit it, but the absence of physical joining made her feel … incomplete. Lost. Alone.

  Gelan and Krijero responded immediately to her needy cuddling. Already aroused, they burrowed hard crotches against her thighs on either side.

  “Are you sure you’re up for more?” Gelan asked. Anticipation warred with concern on his expression.

  “I’m tired,” she admitted. “Maybe if you do all the work?”

  “I don’t know, Gelan,” Krijero worried.

  “Please,” Dani whispered. “I want to. I don’t even want an orgasm. Having sex with you makes me feel safe and–” She caught herself. She’d almost said loved. “—and good,” she finished lamely. “Please?”

  Gelan considered her for a long moment. He flicked his gaze to his Imdiko. “If we can be quick and gentle, perhaps?”

  Krijero chuckled. “After watching her with Wynhod, I can be very quick. All right, then.”

  “Towards me, little girl,” Gelan said. The men turned Dani so that she lay on her side facing the Dramok. “And no matter what, if you can’t handle it, you tell us. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Gelan.” She drew her leg up so that it rested on his hip and thigh. “Will you bite me?”

  “No, sweetling. I want you perfectly aware of how you’re doing. The intoxicant might make you incapable of stopping us if you become weak or sick.”

  Dani sighed. She liked the euphoria of the Kalquorians’ bite. Watching the two men shed their formsuits and press naked bodies against her helped quell her disappointment. Feeling each aliens’ larger cock pressing into her pussy and anus made it disappear entirely.

  They moved inside her, the double penetration bringing that luscious fullness she adored. Dani relaxed into their embrace, letting them find a rhythm that worked for both. As their tender lovemaking brought fresh waves of desire lapping her womb, she sank gratefully into the sense of being made whole.

  Soft kisses lit on her face and shoulders. Fingertips traced over her arms, breasts, ribs and thighs. Hips glided against hers, moving them all in a sinuous dance. Male organs slipped in and out like liquid silk. Their muscled bodies enfolded her, shielding her in their warm center. Dani’s sighs trembled in the air.

  Three years isn’t so bad. If they would make me feel like this all the time, a lifetime wouldn’t be bad either.

  But it had always been temporary, these ephemeral moments of sharing. Belonging was a fleeting joy, and the disappointment that hit after it ended had crushed her more times than she cared to remember.

  I don’t want this to end. So their people ruined everything for me. I want them anyway. I want them to want me back.

  Gelan and Krijero grunted softly, and their movements strengthened. The lengths driving into her stroked delightfully within, and Gelan’s groin rubbed hard against her clit. Dani caught her breath as darts of delight peppered the ballooning rapture within her loins.

  I couldn’t make my own parents like me. Why would my enemies?

  They didn’t treat her like an enemy though. They didn’t even treat her like property, which she was.

  Dani trembled as the determined thrusts brought her closer to another orgasm. Joined to Gelan and Krijero, being one with them like this let her fall into the illusion that they might choose to keep her. What she had once contemplated with horror, that they wouldn’t free her when the contract ran out, she saw now as a beacon of hope.

  Damn it, she had to be important to somebody.

  Heat suffused her lower body in a flash fire of sensation, and she tensed as the swollen bubble of ecstasy ignited to fill her entire body with bliss. Krijero’s rhythm stuttered, and as quiet surges of gratification waxed and waned for Dani, he came with a drawn-out groan. Gelan followed suit moments later, gasping like a man desperate for air.

  As soon as she was capable of speech, Dani whispered to the two men, “Please don’t go yet. Hold me until I go to sleep?”

  “Of course, little Dani.” Gelan clutched her tight to himself.

  Behind her, Krijero pressed as close to her as their bodies would allow. “Are you well? Any pain or sickness?”

  “No.” She snuggled into the wondrous refuge of their embrace, her eyes shutting as fatigue refused to be denied any longer. “I’m so good right now.”

  Deeper and deeper she descended into sweet, restful oblivion. The soft breath of the Kalquorians and the bass thuds of their hearts followed her down. Sleep cradled her in gentle arms. All was well…

  A snarled exclamation dragged her from the sticky molasses of slumber, and she blinked as the bodies around her jerked away. Gelan was on his feet in an instant, a knife in his hand. Krijero fumbled with his discarded formsuit for a moment before his own blade appeared. He crouched next to Dani, his and Gelan’s gaze trained at the cave’s entrance. They softly growled, and a rush of adrenaline spiked through the Earther at the sight of their fangs bared.

  She yelped when Wynhod suddenly appeared, sweeping her into his arms and rushing to the back of the cave. He set her high up on a ledge over his head.

  Dani stared into the shadows beyond the fire, trying to see the cave opening. She whispered, “What is it? Did the Tragooms find us?”

  Wynhod yanked a knife from his boot and pressed its handle into her palm. The blade was as long as her arm and incredibly heavy. She hefted it in both hands, still waiting for Wynhod to answer her.

  A snarl erupted from the entrance of the cave. Wynhod whipped around, a shorter knife from his belt at the ready. With one voice, he and the other two men roared back.

  Something furred bounded into the firelight. Dani had a moment to register that Gelan and Krijero were still naked, that Wynhod sped to their sides in a blurred rush, that the massive animal, as tall on its six legs as the men were on two, had a mouthful of dagger fangs. The next instant it sprang at Krijero, claws that looked a mile long reaching for the still crouched Imdiko.

  Dani screamed, sure she was about to see the gorgeous body torn to shreds. Suddenly Krijero wasn’t there, and the beast landed on nothing. Quills spiked from the monster’s neck ruff as it swung at Gelan next, who also disappeared.

  Krijero arrived below her ledge, and she had a second to feel grateful he wasn’t injured. He took a protective stance between her and the creature, which was now snapping at the circling Wynhod and Gelan.

  Gelan’s face wreathed in a ferocious grin. Dani was shocked to see all three men looked like they were enjoying themselves as they faced down the lethal creature that screamed and swiped
at the Dramok and Nobek. The men evaded its attacks just barely.

  Gelan chortled. “Look at it! I didn’t realize there were apex predators like this here.”

  Wynhod ducked as brutal claws nearly took off his head. “We’ll have to hunt here more often. Quite the trophy.”

  Dani thought she might lose her bladder in fear. “Be careful! God, why don’t you use those percussion blasters you got off the Tragooms?”

  Gelan darted close enough to the beast to slash a rear leg. He danced back just in time to avoid being disemboweled by the shrieking animal. “Percussion blasters? That wouldn’t be any fun. No sport at all.”

  They were insane. Dani wanted to smack every last man upside his head. If they lived, she vowed she would. “Sport? Are you crazy? Look at that thing!”

  “Magnificent, isn’t it?” Wynhod executed a last-second backflip as the beast hurled itself at him. The monster thudded to the ground, empty-pawed once more. It howled its rage. “But it must be sick with something to come so close to a fire. Most animals won’t do that.”

  “You definitely don’t want to be scratched or bitten by it,” Gelan agreed. He and the beast jabbed and feinted with each other, almost as if performing an intricately choreographed dance.

  Anger joined Dani’s terror. “I’ve heard of testosterone gone overboard, but you idiots are taking it to a whole new level. Stop playing with it!”

  Gelan snorted. “She sure doesn’t have much appetite for adventure, does she?”

  Krijero glanced up at Dani. His laughter was a bizarre counterpoint to the animal’s enraged screams. “Maybe we could take her fishing. Swimming among a school of razor-teethed rihpas with a spear might be more to her liking.”