Dani tore her eyes from the collar. She looked at the men staring at her. Even Krijero’s emotions were hidden behind a mask of stoic patience. Of all of them, she’d thought he might want her. But he didn’t. None of them did.
Dani gathered her shredded pride. She’d rebuild the wall between herself and the rest of the universe. She’d make it thicker and higher this time, and she’d never, ever let another soul in.
Most of all, she wouldn’t show them it hurt. “You don’t want me.” She cringed inside as her voice betrayed her pain after all.
Krijero’s hands captured the one Gelan wasn’t holding. His expression gently beseeched her. “We don’t want you as a slave. We want you as an equal. As our Matara.”
Gelan added, “It’s your choice, little fighter. Will you join my clan?”
She stared. Tried to make sense of what they were saying. They weren’t getting rid of her? They were – they were—
They were asking her to stay. Forever.
She lost her fight to keep from crying, but Dani didn’t care. These were happy tears, tears stolen from devastating desolation. “You really want me?”
Three pairs of arms circled around her, brought her into the center of the clan. Her clan.
Gelan smiled down at her, his face full of warmth and caring. “Absolutely, and if it takes forever, we’ll convince you of that. We love you.”
She cried and laughed, her heart so full she thought she might burst. “Thank you. Thank you. Oh! Yes, I will join your clan. And I love you too.”
They laughed at her delayed acceptance, and Dani shook her head at herself. She was awkward and goofy at times. She was a big, galumphing clod who screwed up royally on a regular basis.
She was also wanted and loved.
The men held her until she was cried out, Krijero awkwardly because he was sitting. Once she’d gotten control over herself, Dani asked, “So if I understand your clanning practices correctly, simply saying yes does the deed?”
The three men nodded. “You are our Matara now,” Wynhod said, and a huge grin broke over his strong features as he said it. He went from ferocious to stunning in an instant. “You do understand clanning is for life?”
Dani nodded, pretending concern. “Yeah. Looks like you’ve sentenced yourselves pretty harshly. Don’t think you’re getting out of it, Nobek.”
He was smiling so hard she thought his face might break with the force of his gladness. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he affirmed, and her heart grew brighter at the conviction in his voice.
They really wanted her.
Krijero stroked her back, his face shining with delight as he looked up at her. “I think we should make love to seal the deal, but I stink of Tragoom.”
Gelan chuckled. “We’ll help you, Krijero.”
Cradling the Imdiko’s body between them, Gelan and Wynhod carried Krijero into the bedroom cabin and readied the shower for him. At a command, a seat slid out of the shower stall wall for Krijero to sit on. Gelan and Wynhod stripped themselves and their injured clanmate. The sight of all that muscular man flesh gave Dani the shivers, and she sank onto the bed to watch them tend Krijero.
The bed was as soft as a dream, and she looked forward to wallowing on it with her clanmates. She luxuriated in the downy linens as Gelan and Wynhod gently shampooed Krijero’s hair and bathed him.
He fussed at the two. “My hands are perfectly fine. I can wash myself. Besides, Earthers are weird about men touching other men.”
Gelan gave Dani a wink. “We’re preparing you for your Matara. Besides, she doesn’t look upset in the least. Are we bothering you, my love?”
Dani had seen too much on Dantovon to mind the intimacy with which Wynhod and Gelan washed Krijero. In fact, it was kind of hot watching the three men, in all their nude, wet glory. And seeing the Imdiko being cleansed for her, as if he was the sex slave being readied for his mistress … well, that was pretty damned titillating.
“Not one trace of Tragoom left on him,” she said in her most demanding tone. “I want every inch of him scrubbed.”
Her command was greeted by shouts of laughter from Gelan and Wynhod, and they obeyed her with delight. Krijero’s yelps of dissent went unheeded, though they were very careful to not jar his injured ankle.
“I’m clean, damn it!” he shouted when his clanmates went over him a very thorough second time. “Call them off, Dani!”
She giggled. “Okay. You can bring me my Imdiko now.”
As Wynhod got to work taking his own shower, Gelan helped Krijero hop to the bed. Once the Imdiko was settled next to Dani, Gelan eyed him severely. “You will not strain yourself, Krijero.”
Dani traced soft fingertips over the injured man’s chest. “You mean I get to be on top for a change?”
Krijero gave her a leer. “Enjoy it while you can, my Matara. I fully intend on having you my way as soon as I’m able.”
Gelan withdrew with a grin, leaning against the wall as Dani straddled the lanky Imdiko.
“Watch that arm,” Krijero warned. He supported her with hands around her waist as she leaned over to kiss him.
“I think you should worry about other body parts,” she giggled before her lips brushed over his. He growled as his tongue invaded her mouth.
He tasted her for a long time, and Dani reveled in the feel of him beneath her. He lowered her so that she lay on him, chest to chest, belly to belly. His cocks curved beneath her sex, hot and hard and wet. She added her own moisture to them as she caught fire.
One of his hands tangled in her hair, holding her head so that he could plunder her mouth thoroughly. The other hand roamed up and down her spine for awhile before cupping one buttock. Long fingers probed and wet themselves in her font. His thumb pressed into her anus and two fingers reached into her pussy.
Dani moaned as he worked in and out of her, finding all the most sensitive places. The man described himself as awkward, but his fingers proved to be amazingly dexterous. Even as he thrust into her with three digits, the other two stroked her clit. Dani cried out into his mouth more than once as he played with her nether parts.
At last Krijero released the kiss. Lost in the rapture of what he did to her down below, Dani was unable to do anything but gasp as she lay heavily on him. Some small part of her mind thought perhaps she should be returning the favor of such pleasure, but she couldn’t make herself move. Bliss rumbled through her, sapping all her strength as well as her ability to think clearly.
“I bet I could make you climax like this,” Krijero whispered.
“Uh huh.” Her agreement came out in a sob. Waves of warmth lapped through her belly.
“Do you love me, Dani?”
“I do … I love … you.” Something inside seized for an instant, a brightened spot of delight that made her whole body tremble.
“I love you too.”
Despite the riot her body was in, Dani had the presence of mind to look at Krijero’s face. He smiled at her, really smiled for perhaps the first time, all tension missing from his expression. Like her, he felt safe to love now.
“Thank you, Krijero.”
“Thank you, Dani.”
His magical fingers left her, and she felt the loss keenly, wanted to wail with the absence of him. Only the knowledge that better things would happen kept her voice still.
“Up you go,” he said, boosting her so she sat upright on his well-muscled abdomen. Then, as if she weighed no more than a feather, he lifted her so that her sex hovered over his.
One handed, she tried to get both cocks in position, but Dani was nowhere near as adroit as Krijero. She fumbled around, getting one sex in place only to have the second one off target. Within moments, both of them were laughing uproariously at her clumsy attempts.
“Some help here, please?” Dani snorted at Wynhod, who had handed over the shower to Gelan and watched their efforts to couple with a big grin.
“My pleasure,” he snickered, coming over. He reached beneath Dani and put Krije
ro where he needed to be.
The next instant, the Imdiko’s strong grip pulled her down, sheathing his cocks in one merciless yank. Dani shrieked, all humor gone as catastrophic orgasm burst through her in mind-numbing abruptness. She’d been aroused, but the sudden climax caught her by surprise.
Sonic booms of elation reverberated throughout her being. Pleasure suffused everything, sending electric shocks to her fingers and toes, seeming to stream right through the top of her head, making her hair stand on end. She knew nothing but the crash and roll of ecstasy as it tore through her, making her mindless.
When Dani came back to herself, aftershocks still tingling through her extremities, she heard her last scream echoing in the room. Wynhod was holding her, one arm wrapped about her waist, the other pinning her injured arm just below her breasts. Krijero lay still beneath her, panting.
“Were you able to hold off?” Wynhod asked.
“Barely,” Krijero gasped. “She really lost control.”
“Are you back with us, Dani?” The Nobek could barely talk around his laughter.
She warbled a wordless cry in response, and then forced herself to speak coherently. “Yeah … okay … I think.”
“Give me a moment yet,” Krijero begged.
Wynhod kissed Dani, nipping her lower lip gently as he did. He leaned back to look her over, dark promises in his eyes. “I think I can keep our little fighter occupied while you recover.”
Wynhod stood on the bed, bringing his most eager flesh at face level. As the last little shudders of the amazing climax tickled their way through her, fresh warmth lit in her belly. Kalquorians tasted good, and the thrill of having a man at each end was its own reward.
While the heavily breathing Krijero lay still beneath her, Dani’s tongue darted out to lick each of Wynhod’s cock tips. His cinnamon-y spicy lubricant danced on her tongue, and she moaned with pleasure. Better still, a pearlescent drop formed at the end of his larger cock. She took it into her mouth with reverence, letting its spicy-sweet-saltiness dissolve on her tongue. Delicious.
Wynhod sighed and stroked her hair as she took her time licking his lengths, laving him for every lovely molecule of moisture she could get. With her good hand, she gripped his larger penis at the base and began stroking him hard but slow. She sucked his
smaller cock into her mouth, taking all of it in by relaxing her throat against the gag reflex. His answering groans were a symphony to her ears.
As she worked both cocks, Krijero began stirring again. She adjusted her work on Wynhod as the Imdiko moved her up and down, his grip firm around her hips. Dani found it a little complicated to service her Nobek while she rose and fell over Krijero, but she happily managed.
Sated by orgasm and only just starting to experience the eager darts of arousal again, Dani took the opportunity to appreciate the rightness of her companions’ flesh piercing hers. She took quieter pleasure in feeling them inside her, making her a part of themselves. The fullness inside her anus, the perfect interlocking of Krijero’s larger cock filling her pussy, his fingertips digging into her fleshy buttocks as he controlled his penetration deep within her – it gave her the fantasy that whatever controlled the universe had constructed him just for her.
And Wynhod was no less ideal. From his rough hands caressing and squeezing her breasts to the gentle rocking of his hips filling her mouth with pulsing heat, he was the ideal partner as well.
Had she really once believed the clan to be enemies? She’d been mad.
Dani’s mouth left Wynhod’s smaller cock to envelop its larger twin. She couldn’t take all of the longer organ into her mouth, but she made up for her shortcoming with enthusiastic sucking, her tongue rubbing hard on the underside. The Nobek groan-growled his pleasure as she worked.
The mat beneath her shins sank down, warning her of Gelan’s presence a moment before he knelt behind her. His chest and stomach, as hot as lava and hard as stone, pressed up against her back.
“Do you mind if I make adjustments, Krijero?” his voice rumbled.
“If my Dramok wishes to join us, I have no objections,” came the response. “Do you have something to clean with?”
“I’m always prepared.”
Just like a boy scout, Dani wanted to say, but her mouth was much too busy on Wynhod.
Krijero lifted Dani high enough that his smaller cock slipped free of her tight confines. She felt Gelan doing something beneath her and it took a moment for her to realize he was wiping a cloth over Krijero’s smaller cock.
I bet I know where that’s going next, she thought.
She was right. Freshly washed, it joined the larger appendage in her pussy, stretching her delightfully. A flash of pure, brute lust joined his invasion.
Oh. My. God.
And now Gelan was pushing his bigger member into her anus, making her full enough to burst. She warbled a welcome around Wynhod’s cock as desire surged, making her shudder all over.
The men paused in their use of her to adjust their positions for everyone’s comfort. Krijero remained lying on his back, his hands wrapped around her hips, holding her aloft as Gelan seated himself fully in her. The Dramok knelt over Krijero’s thighs, lowering himself as far down as he could so Dani could take as much of them both as possible. He clasped her about her waist, though Krijero showed no signs of needing help bearing her weight. Meanwhile, Wynhod held her head between his hands, stroking in and out of her mouth as their gyrations would allow.
Dani let them adjust her to their wont, every movement they made bringing cascades of sensation through her body. Gone was the quiet enjoyment of being filled. Electricity zinged, and she was well on her way towards another crescendo.
At last they seemed done with shifting her. Gelan’s voice was hot in her ear. “Your clan is inside you, my Matara. We possess you in every way possible.”
His voice, so growly and deep, made her shiver all over. And his words made her inner parts melt. The clan had renounced their ownership of her, had made her a person and not property. Nevertheless, she was theirs in every way that counted.
And they belong to me.
With this amazing realization the last subtle bits of reserve, the final pieces of the walls Dani had erected around her heart to keep herself safe, crumbled. Had the clan not elected at that moment to resume eager lovemaking, she would have descended into tears and laughter at her great fortune.
But before rapturous joy could claim her, the clan did. Krijero and Gelan lifted her up and pressed her down, making her willing body ride them. Wynhod matched their pounding rhythm as he fucked her mouth, his smaller cock rubbing wetly down her chin and throat. And just like that, she was sweeping towards climax, climbing higher and higher towards that waiting cliff from which she would be flung down.
Dani closed her eyes to let other senses take hold. Mouth, tight against the velvet smoothness of skin over steel, the tang of cinnamon burrowing into her tongue, the aroma wafting into her nostrils. Animal growls filling her ears. Uncompromising iron thickness thrusting into her tightest passage, setting off a storm of thunderous pressure. An even greater bulk crowding her pussy, finding that most sensitive spot inside the sheath that throbbed with indescribable longing. And the touch of fingers on her clitoris, first lightly teasing, then seizing onto the swollen nub firmly, rubbing to make sparks fly.
Dani glutted on the myriad of pleasures they gave her as they took their delight with her. She served as they served her, and she took gratification in being their slave and mistress.
The first twinge of orgasm came gently, a polite questing tremor, as if to make sure it was welcome. Dani opened herself to it, greeting it with an open heart. Taking courage from her glad reception, it rolled in, announcing itself with strong spasms that made the men moan in accompaniment.
Dani arched against Gelan, and Krijero arched beneath her with a roar. His cock pulsed hard, sending his seed deep within her. Another, harder orgasm echoed throughout her chamber, and she wailed with sweet torme
nt. Wynhod flooded her mouth with his juices, groaning when she swallowed all he gave her.
With a long, drawn-out moan, Gelan at last joined them, making the four people one great heaving beast that undulated in the throes of its combined bliss. At the center of it all was Dani, the heart of their completeness.
Only after the last luscious drop had been offered and accepted did the beast quiet. After a moment, it broke into its four distinct parts. But despite its division, every component knew it remained whole. And no piece would ever be alone again.
It was Gelan who spoke first. Reluctantly rousing himself from the snake’s nest of bodies, he smiled at the rest of his group. Dani thought he looked like the happiest man alive. And his words made her the happiest woman alive, she was sure.
“My clanmates, let’s take our Matara home.”
The End
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THE CLANS OF KALQUOR SERIES:
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