Michaela

by Tracy St. John

  “That’s it. Do it, my Matara. Take that cock deep.” The Dramok’s breaths were coming faster now. “I’m going to fill your mouth with cum. I’m going to shoot it down your throat. Do you know why, my love? Do you know why I’m going to have you swallow my cum? Because you are mine, Michaela. You are mine and I will make myself a part of you whenever possible, in every way possible.”

  Michaela worked even faster, rubbing her tongue all over his cock as she did so. His prick spit frequently now, a prelude to the sweet flood that would soon erupt from his body.

  “Oh yes,” Korkla moaned. “My beauty. My love. My Michaela. Stop now. Stop and open your mouth wide so I can watch it happen.”

  Michaela obeyed, her lips parted as Korkla pulled hard on his cock. He was on the brink. She could see it in the way his jaw clenched. The muscles of his arms, left bare by the sleeveless formsuit he wore, were tense and bulging with veins.

  Michaela cupped her tongue beneath the tip of his prick so she would not lose a single drop of his precious juices. She waited, as eager for Korkla’s release as she was for her own.

  “Here it comes. Here it is. Oh. Oh.”

  Korkla’s hips jerked. With a drawn-out groan, he erupted. Hot, sweet-spicy-salty fluid spurted in great gouts. Korkla yelled out as he watched it happen, his semen surging into his mate’s accepting mouth. It seemed his seed would never stop.

  Michaela kept her jaw open for him throughout, her throat working to swallow what she was given. Even as the clitoral stimulator and cock cage continued to torment her, she was filled with love for Korkla. Watching him climax, knowing she was the reason for his cries and the ecstatic expression on his face was worth the ache of her sexes.

  When he was finally emptied, gasping from such a hard orgasm, Michaela continued to lick and kiss his cocks. She knew she would do anything for him ... for all three of them. She felt she could give them everything and still feel it was not sufficient. They deserved a universe of happiness.

  But they got me. Can I possibly be enough? I don’t think so, but here we are. I must do my best for them.

  “Dinner has arrived,” Govi said. He moved behind Korkla and carefully tucked the shuddering Dramok’s pricks back into his trousers. “Raxstad, you can take care of Michaela. I’ll help our fearless leader.”

  “I’m fine,” Korkla said, though he let the Imdiko seal his crotch seam for him.

  “I’m still more than happy to get this one moving,” Raxstad chuckled. “On your feet, little love.”

  Michaela had hoped to be carried. Her legs were trembling from the punishment she’d endured so far. However, Raxstad set her on her feet and motioned for her to follow Govi and Korkla out of the playroom.

  At least the Nobek allowed her to lean on him as she walked awkwardly, the cock cage bobbing a little with each step. On her feet, the weight of the thing seemed to double. Plus she still had the plug up her ass and the stimulator had kicked on yet again. Raxstad did not hurry her along. He let her make her uncertain, uncomfortable way down the hall to the dining room.

  Michaela tried not to think of the long evening still ahead. The usual time the clan headed for the sleeping room was still five hours away. She had to get through the evening meal and no doubt service Govi and Raxstad as she had Korkla.

  Heaven help me, they might each want more than one round, and I’m not allowed to orgasm during any of it. How am I supposed to get through this?

  Michaela clenched her jaw, thinking of the long hours ahead. She hoped everyone would want to go to bed early.

  Chapter 15

  “Have you tried tiramisu before? Here, take a bite.”

  Govi watched Michaela spoon a taste of her dessert into Korkla’s mouth. The Dramok’s hesitation disappeared as soon as he moved the sweet over his tongue. His smile and nod confirmed he liked it.

  The Imdiko psychologist was amazed by what he saw. There was no doubt Michaela was in carnal agony. Throughout the meal, the vibrating clit cover had antagonized her, the random cycles making her torment all the more exquisite. Tears overflowed her eyes when climax came close to being realized and then was denied. And yet she had not complained once. In fact, the more miserable she became, the more his Matara was determined to serve her men’s needs.

  It was their job as her clanmates to feed her. Yet Michaela insisted on doing the same, pressing the Earther food Govi had ordered for her meal to the men’s lips. She went out of her way to please them in every way possible. She saw to it their cups remained filled with kloq. She ordered music to play in the background. She asked Govi and Raxstad about their workdays, keeping conversation moving along neutral and undemanding paths.

  Govi wanted to hate the discipline Michaela endured. He should despise seeing her suffer. Yet she was naked, her softly scented skin on display for his pleasure. Her young, firm breasts were right there, available for him to stroke. Her dark, tight nipples invited him to pluck, which he did throughout the meal, making her gasp in reaction. Though it increased her torment, Michaela held still for Govi when he reached over to play with her silky-skinned mounds.

  Her sweet cock was in bondage at the men’s behest, oftentimes straining at the metal rings holding it hostage. Govi could see the rigid flesh, as dark as his own, between the silver circles. The veins in it stood out, begging for the touch it couldn’t have. The Imdiko enjoyed that Michaela’s maleness must remain chaste until they decided otherwise. Her release was entirely dependent upon them, her flesh theirs to deny. He found that kind of power exciting.

  Behind her small, smooth scrotal sac, the vibrating pad covered other sensitive bits. Michaela shuddered violently when it switched on, her skin glistening with perspiration as the vibrator drove her to the peak of arousal. Then, just as her breath came in pants, as her belly clenched in anticipation, the pad would fall silent. More tears fell down her cheeks, and Govi experienced another jolt of mastery.

  The Imdiko checked Michaela’s pussy from time to time, sliding his fingers between the satiny petals to find her soppy wet. It was during those times when he traced the warmth of her folds that she came closest to losing her composure. She whimpered as Govi played with her, her shudders turning to quakes and moisture flowing even more. Tiny sobs eased from her lips, but she kept her legs apart and her sex open, giving herself over to his attentions. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for air, and her dark eyes fixated on his face, begging him for the release he refused to give. Once she even whispered, “Please.” When she did that, Govi drew back. He sucked her delightful essence from his fingers while she watched in misery.

  Korkla and Raxstad also pleased themselves with her vulnerable flesh. At one point, the Nobek bent Michaela over the table so he could slowly fuck her ass with the plug they’d left inside her. Govi watched the flesh-colored device disappear and reappear from the tight sheath, wishing it was his cock filling her over and over. He knew how tight she was back there, how wonderfully constricting that particular passage felt around his cocks. Adding to the gorgeous sight was Michaela’s complete surrender to the act. She took it as she did all their other torments: without complaint, accepting their mastery and demands as they wished.

  By the time the last morsel of dinner had been eaten, Govi was nearly maddened by arousal. Michaela’s contrition and acquiescence to performing all they commanded made his cocks ache for her. Dominating her made his lust more intense than he’d ever known. He was still hungry at the end of the meal, but not for food.

  He pushed away from the table and leaned back on the seating cushion, bracing himself by placing his hands behind himself. Sounding more Nobek than Imdiko, he growled, “Mouth please, Michaela.”

  She never hesitated. Michaela freed his rigid pricks from his pants. Her mouth closed over his primary cock and her hand encircled the second. Her head and tiny fist moved up and down over him, sucking him off.

  Govi groaned as he was beset by a maelstrom of emotion and sensation. Michaela’s mouth was warm, wet velvet, sliding deliciou
sly over his needful flesh. His immediate instinct was to pleasure her as well, to return the amazing feelings she gifted. After all, he was an Imdiko, built to take care of the needs of others, often before his own. He had to remind himself that to stroke Michaela’s body, to bring her along in his arousal, would do the opposite. Michaela was being punished. She was not allowed to climax, so exciting her would be cruel.

  That’s the point of discipline, though. She’s supposed to suffer. She wants to suffer.

  It was hard to think about the matter. The area between Govi’s two cocks became heavy, roiling with growing desire. It made it difficult to decide if he should antagonize Michaela by playing with her or to bend to his giving nature and let her alone for a little while.

  The biggest problem with this is that I’m not used to concentrating on my pleasure alone. I’m not sure I know how to relax and let someone else take care of me with no thought of giving back.

  His clanmates knew him well. Perhaps that was why Korkla and Raxstad joined in, to make Govi concede to his right to enjoy without reciprocating.

  All the Imdiko knew was Korkla was right there beside him, one arm circling about his shoulders, the other hand cupping his chin and tilting his head back. Govi had a moment to look into the caring eyes and warm smile of his Dramok before Korkla’s mouth found his.

  Govi’s mouth opened to accept the kiss. Korkla’s tongue snaked about his, tasting. The Dramok’s kisses were always sweet and thorough, leaving Govi breathless and shaking more often than not. This was such a time.

  He felt rough hands shoving his tunic up towards his neck. Raxstad’s bold touch was another ingredient to the delicious mix. Govi groaned into Korkla’s mouth when calloused fingers plucked one nipple while a pleasantly raspy tongue laved the other. Raxstad sucked the stiffening flesh into his maw, nipping a little as he pinched.

  Govi no longer thought of taking care of anyone else. Ecstasy roared through him, spreading like wildfire from all points of contact. His clan served him, making him one great pulse of desire. His whole being felt aroused, every cell reaching for the peak that heralded release.

  The heaviness that had started between his pricks filled him, making him weighted in Korkla’s arms. Pleasure sent tendrils through arms, legs, fingers, and toes. It saturated his skull until Govi felt every hair on his head stand on end. He tasted craving on his tongue as it parried his Dramok’s. Michaela, Korkla, and Raxstad’s mouths felt as if they were everywhere, consuming his entire body.

  Elation billowed like an explosion, igniting him. The greatest part of climax coalesced in his dicks, and his being strained to release all the pent-up energy that would rip him apart otherwise. Bliss erupted into Michaela’s eager, sucking mouth, draining Govi in fiery bursts. He screamed into Korkla’s mouth, his body tense against the others.

  They held him, keeping him safe, keeping him in one piece until the expulsions at last ended to leave him gasping and fulfilled. When he was aware of his surroundings again, he found Korkla and Raxstad grinning at him. Michaela knelt next to their Nobek, looking stressed but pleased. She licked her lips, as if searching for more of Govi there.

  He loved her so much. His heart ached with it.

  “Feeling good?” Korkla teased.

  “Oh yes. That was magnificent.” Govi kept looking at his Matara. She knelt, suffering and compliant and beautiful. This was mastery over another, he thought. It was heady, but it was scary too. With such power came responsibility, more than Govi had ever imagined. If he was to continue on in this way with her, he would have to be mindful.

  For now while Govi recovered, Raxstad was happy to assume that task. He eyed Michaela, noting her wet slit and the cock straining in its cage. “How are you, my Matara?”

  She scowled a little. “Miserable.”

  “Do you feel the punishment thus far has been unfair?”

  Michaela shook her head reluctantly. “No, my Nobek. I only want to make my mistake up to my clan.”

  “You are doing well in that. I’m quite impressed.”

  “Thank you, my Nobek.”

  The pair of them rose and cleared the table. Meanwhile, Korkla tended to Govi, giving him water to drink, helping him tidy his clothing, and allowing the Imdiko to recover.

  As soon as Govi signaled he was ready to return to the real world and the dining area had been cleaned, Korkla said, “If no one has private matters to attend to, we will all go in the common room and relax.”

  Govi had planned to work on some research, but it was more important that they continue to deal with Michaela. He trusted Korkla and Raxstad to do as they felt best, but it was vital that he be there for his Matara. He had to be available both as support and to present a united front with the other two men. He followed the rest into the center of the home where they usually unwound after a long day’s work.

  Some clans would call the common room an entertainment or family room. Clan Korkla’s possessed a huge vid on which to catch up with the latest news vids, concerts, study lessons, and sporting events. The sound system was a few years old but still nearly as powerful as the newest ones available on the market. The bar contained not just drinks but also snacks, so no one had to go far for anything he might like. A half-circle pit had been chipped from the stone floor into which soft black cushions had been fitted for lounging. Large, loose blue pillows also lay about for more comfort.

  “You may kneel in the middle of the floor,” Raxstad told Michaela.

  He tossed her one of the blue pillows to save her knees. There was a thick white gesculi fur already there, but it kneeling on it would still be wearing after a few minutes. The polar-dwelling gesculi’s pelt was plush, but having experienced it on all fours, Govi could attest to it not being enough to spare the knees for a great amount of time.

  Michaela knelt on her pillow. The men relaxed on the cushions, and Raxstad turned on a replay of the day’s big kurble match between his favorite team the Ravagers and their main rival the Head Breakers.

  The three men watched the game while Michaela continued to deal with the clit stimulator, which persisted in cycling on and off at seemingly random intervals. The device was devised to detect the wearer’s pulse. Every time the little Earther’s excitement eased to a certain point, it turned on. It remained on until excitement made her heart rate signal it to turn back off. It was a brutal toy when used against its wearer, as they were using it against Michaela.

  Even as they watched the kurble match, which Michaela had told them resembled the Earth game football, Govi kept an eye on their Matara to make sure she was all right. He knew Korkla and Raxstad were also vigilant in looking out for their beloved’s welfare. They marked every shudder and tremble that passed through her body as she withstood being kept aroused with no hope of release. Tears came and went, depending on how demanding her needs were at the moment.

  Within half an hour, it became clear the Ravagers were off their game. They’d lost their usual hurler the week before. His collarbone had been snapped in two and his arm broken in three places during a wild melee in the game against the aptly named Crushers. The left flank defender had also been badly injured; he was currently still in the hospital. The usually lackluster Head Breakers were making a mockery of the second string players that now fronted the Ravagers.

  There was still at least an hour and a half of play time left, as long as enough players weren’t carted off the field on stretchers. However, it was becoming clear that barring a miracle rally, Raxstad’s favorite team did not stand a chance at winning. He sighed.

  Korkla reached behind Govi, who sat between them, and patted the Nobek’s shoulder in commiseration. “Losing this game doesn’t knock them out of the playoffs. As long as they manage to get and stay healthy, they’ll pull their game together.”

  “Perhaps.” Raxstad dismissed the game with a flick of his fingers and looked at the lovelier sight trembling in the middle of the room. He called, “Come here, my Matara. You may help me get over my disappointmen
t.”

  Michaela turned her head to look at him, as if roused from a dream. Govi could see she was awash in misery, her young, eager body overwhelmed by rampant hormones and desire. She blinked twice before it seemed Raxstad’s words made sense to her. When realization came, she shuffled across the floor on her hands and knees to her Nobek clanmate.

  Govi watched her move, transfixed by her beauty yet again. Physically, she was a marvel, perfectly balanced between man and woman to make her a sublime creature. Her sweet breasts swung gently as she moved, and the cock cage bobbed between her thighs in an enticing way. Sexually restrained for our pleasure, Govi thought. He licked his lips.

  But more than that was the gorgeous submission Michaela displayed. She crept on all fours, even though Raxstad had not ordered her to do so. She gave herself over, surrendering her power to them. More than ever, it made Govi long to care for her all her life.

  I have to make things right for her. I must find a way to show her she is absolute perfection.

  He watched as she knelt between Raxstad’s spread legs and drew the Nobek’s stiffened pricks out of his trousers. Within moments her black-curled head bobbed over his lap, serving him as she had Korkla and Govi.

  The Nobek’s fingers tangled in her hair as he watched her, the kurble game forgotten while she worked to make him happy. Govi saw how Michaela didn’t simply fellate Raxstad to get him off as fast as possible. She licked and kissed and sucked and handled his cocks with care, giving him a variety of sensations to enjoy. She made it all about him and what fulfilled him as a man. It was a wondrous gift, given with such obvious love that Govi had to swallow a lump in his throat.

  We are beyond lucky to have her as ours. No matter what challenges wait in the future, she is worth everything.

  Somehow managing to put Raxstad’s desires above her own suffering, Michaela held him in a thrall for twenty minutes. At last he climaxed, his massive body going stiff all over next to Govi as the Nobek shouted his release. Despite shuddering as the stimulator continued to torture her, Michaela’s expression was one of gratification as she accepted his seed.