Michaela

by Tracy St. John

  Ecstasy speared through Michaela’s loins. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his chest. Raxstad growled his encouragement.

  “Oh yes. There we go. Now I have you.”

  Need, raw and ravening, coiled tight in her gut. All Michaela could think about was relieving that wondrous ache, right here, right now. Beyond her control, her hips thrust back and forth, driving her prick into the tight fist holding it. Her head fell back and she moaned to the softly lit ceiling overhead.

  “You like that. You like feeling my hands on you. Back now, my love. Lean back against my legs.”

  As he tugged on her cock, Raxstad’s other hand flattened against Michaela’s chest. He pushed her, making her lean back against his bent legs so that her back was supported. His cocks, freed from the sheet that covered his nude body, were tight against the crevice of her buttocks.

  “All right now. Feet flat on the bed on either side of me like you’re doing a squat. That’s it. Good girl.”

  Michaela obeyed him automatically, her mind not engaged with anything but the hands on her. Not only was Raxstad pumping her cock, but he also rubbed her scrotum and brushed fingertips against her clit. Wave after wave of heat billowed through her body at his knowing touches. She barely registered that he had tugged her top down so that her breasts were exposed. Her skirt was hiked up, giving him an unimpeded view of everything.

  The rough growl of a voice continued to coax her even as she succumbed to sensual bliss. Every word was to be obeyed for fear that the pleasure would end. Michaela second guessed nothing.

  “Now, my good girl. Now, my sweet little Matara. Straighten your legs. Use my legs for support to lift yourself up. Rise up so I can get my cocks inside that pretty pussy and that tight ass.”

  Michaela made her trembling legs unbend a little, bracing her hands against Raxstad’s carved thighs to help her up. The hand playing with her balls and clit moved away to position his cocks where they belonged. She shuddered to feel the slickened tips settle against pussy and asshole.

  “Now lower yourself. Take me inside. Let me feel you all around me.”

  Quaking hard, Michaela let gravity pull her back down. Raxstad’s livid cocks burrowed into her, opening her for his use. He continued to pull on her weeping prick and plucked at her clit. His cocks widened as she descended, growing thicker with every inch. He’d not prepared her this time. Her pussy ached and her ass burned as they stretched to accommodate his girth.

  “That’s it. Down onto me. My pretty little one feels so very good. Keep going, Michaela. Take it all.”

  Need burgeoned within her prick. Her scrotum drew tight, increasing the sensation of fullness. A glorious throbbing in her cunt. Searing friction in her ass.

  “Keep going.”

  Big hand stroking hard and fast.

  “Take it, little girl.”

  Palm rubbing the sensitive flesh containing her testes. Fingertips flicking her clit.

  “Take me in.”

  Rapture bubbling even as her body begged her to stop, to not accept anymore of the thick staves invading.

  “Take it. Take it.”

  Little stabs of pain, mixing with the glorious delights of surrendering to his demands. Excitement swelled and slipped its borders. Michaela felt the white-hot flow moving, starting its journey towards her cock.

  “There you are. Good girl.”

  She sobbed, feeling him encased within her, sitting once more on his body. She was close. So close.

  “My sweet little one wants to come for me, doesn’t she? Michaela wants to come with my cocks filling her up.”

  One word boiled up from her gut and fell from her lips. “Please.”

  “Move, little love. Fuck your Nobek and I’ll let you come.”

  Michaela’s legs felt weak and watery. Yet the demands of her body made her gather elusive strength and shove upward, digging her sandaled feet into the bed mat. She slid up the slope of Raxstad’s bent legs until his rear cock threatened to leave her anus. Then she let her legs fold, sending her jolting back down on him. His primary cock hit something deep inside her that sent brutal delight billowing up from her font all the way up into her skull. She uttered a little scream.

  “That’s it,” the heavy voice grunted. “Again.”

  Sobbing with a mix of pleasure and need, Michaela made her reluctant legs stretch again. Again, she collapsed back down. Again came that sweet burst of paradise. If she could just keep going for a few more strokes, she’d reach ecstasy.

  Willing her wilted spaghetti legs to move, Michaela rose and fell over her wonderful tormentor. The tiny detonations when the tip of his prick met her cervix gathered, joining in with the building tension in her cock and balls. Raxstad stroked her clit as quickly as her prick now, adding fuel to the fire.

  His pants filled her skull. “Fuck me, my love. Fuck me, my Michaela. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  She fucked and fucked, feeling the oncoming storm swelling inside. Swelling and spilling over, moving in a swift stream now, a burning river shooting through her cock and filling her cunt, tearing through, bursting out of her like a flood through a dam.

  Cum jetted from her prick, spurting onto Raxstad’s belly and chest in a thrilling torrent. Meanwhile, elation swelled and billowed through her loins and gut, making her blind and deaf to anything but nirvana. Waves of bright pleasure consumed Michaela, ebbing and flowing until at last she was sated.

  She came back to find herself flopping like a rag doll on top of Raxstad as he held her hips, driving her up and down on his cocks in a frenzy. His gasps and grunts were fast, warning he was near his own end. Michaela had barely returned to reality when his entire body went tense. She felt his cocks jerk inside her and knew he filled her with his cum. He groaned with each expulsion, his purple eyes rolling upward until she saw only the whites beneath his fluttering lashes.

  Michaela collapsed against his thighs, which still braced her upright. She saw the fluid on Raxstad’s heaving abdomen, evidence of her release. The release her Nobek mate had coaxed from her. No, the release he had demanded of her.

  Male and female. Raxstad thinks I’m perfect. Korkla and Govi do too. And other men as well, not that I give a flying fuck what they think.

  He says Feyom is jealous of that.

  Michaela wanted to believe that with all her heart. She wanted to know it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Would that ever happen?

  Until it did, Feyom may have undeniable femininity, but Michaela had Clan Korkla.

  And that puts me ahead of the race.

  Raxstad blinked sleepily, his face relaxed into a smile. “You look happy now.”

  “I am. You make me happy.”

  “Good. My work here is done.”

  Chapter 19

  The next eight days passed slowly, even though Raxstad was home for most of them. Michaela spent that time waiting on the Nobek as much as he allowed her to. The only care he appreciated came in the form of sex and food. Any other fussing over him got on his nerves. As Govi had asserted many times before, Raxstad was an uncomplicated creature. Michaela contented herself by learning how to use the alien kitchen and sating the Nobek’s other basic desire as his recovery allowed for it.

  At last it was time for Korkla to return home. Govi had taken the day off to welcome his Dramok. He and Raxstad sat in the common room watching the news vids and playing a game that combined holographic elements with physical gaming pieces. It was a tactics contest, which seemingly played to Raxstad’s strengths. He launched attacks on Govi’s holdings and won decisive battles. However, Govi was able to match that with his psychological background, gathering intelligence and making inroads against Raxstad via subterfuge.

  They offered to teach Michaela the game, but she was too wound up. Korkla was due home at any moment, and she couldn’t settle down. She paced all over the home nonstop, trying to work off the nervous energy. Govi asked her if she was trying to wear a rut into the floor.

  “Younglings,” she heard Raxstad
snort as she passed the common room for the umpteenth time. “Always so impatient.”

  “You’re not a little distracted yourself,” Govi teased. “I’ve just assassinated your seventh district leader and annexed the territory.”

  “You sneaky bastard! How did you slip past my elite guards?”

  “Ha! The sixth district is now cut off from supply lines. I’m going to starve your troops out. That’s what you get for the second district massacre.”

  “At least I give you a stand up fight, you underhanded fiend.”

  Their voices faded as Michaela moved down the hall, heading towards the front of the home. She was halfway down when she heard the in-house transport door open.

  “Korkla’s home!” she screamed and ran for the greeting room.

  Her Dramok’s face wreathed in a grin when she burst in. She flung herself at him, and he caught her in midair. He laughed as she covered his face in kisses.

  “My Matara, I am just as happy to see you too,” he said, returning the enthusiastic embrace.

  She was quick to naysay him. “You can’t be as happy that you’re home. It’s not possible.”

  Korkla chuckled. Michaela looked into his face, searching to assure herself he was home and healthy. She thought he looked a bit tired, but other than that, her Dramok seemed perfectly ... perfect. He felt even better when he gave her a good, proper, toe-curling kiss.

  “I’m so glad you’re back,” she told him with feeling.

  He smiled even bigger, smoothing out the sharp planes of his face and making him handsome. Korkla carried Michaela halfway across the room where Govi and Raxstad met him. Korkla did not put Michaela down as he accepted his male clanmates’ hugs and greeted them with ardent kisses.

  Looking relieved and happy, Govi said, “Welcome home, my Dramok.”

  “It’s good to be back, my Imdiko. Raxstad, how are you feeling?” Korkla’s intent gaze looked at the healing marks on the Nobek’s upper arms. The new scars were shiny and red.

  Raxstad also looked at his marks of honor and puffed up with pride. “I’m good and strong again. I should be cleared to return to work in two days or I’ll pull the legs off my doctor.”

  That earned him some laughter. Korkla leaned close to kiss Raxstad again, the only indication he made about the worry he’d suffered over his clanmate.

  Michaela waved a finger at the Nobek and Dramok in turn. “No more injuries and no more going away. Between the two of you, Govi and I were miserable.”

  Korkla hugged her close before setting her on her feet. “We’ll do our best, my love, but duty doesn’t always obey Mataras’ wishes.”

  Govi’s voice was hopeful as they made their way to one of the nearby lounges and sat down. “The news vids make it look like your trip went well.”

  Korkla shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. Princess Jessica made a good impression, but I doubt it will be enough to swing the vote in her direction.”

  Michaela drew a sharp breath. “Oh no. Is she going to lose Clajak and the others?”

  Korkla’s expression was bemused as he shook his head. “Clajak, Bevau, and Egilka have a plan if the vote goes for Narpok and against Jessica. They will abdicate the throne.”

  Govi and Raxstad gasped in shock. The Imdiko asked, “Can they do that? What will happen when the current emperors can no longer serve?”

  Raxstad added, “Clan Clajak’s child won’t be old enough or clanned before Clan Zarl must retire.”

  Korkla’s brow rose. “Clan Clajak plans to ask Clan Rajhir to rule as regents until such time as the rightful heirs can assume the throne.”

  Govi and Raxstad were newly shocked. “Will the Royal Council go for such a scheme?” Raxstad asked.

  “Well, they can’t force the crown princes to assume rule. The main opponent, Pwaldur, has no surviving clan, so he can’t take the throne as regent. Dramok Rajhir has a blood relationship to the Imperial Clan, which will give his clan’s assignment as regents plenty of traction.” Korkla’s expression hinted that he was hopeful. “There is a chance the council will vote in their favor.”

  “My partner is Rajhir’s Nobek. I’m trying to imagine Breft as regent.” Raxstad chuckled. “There’s word he’ll be made our district’s supervisor when the current one retires next year. Breft is already moaning about the administrative tasks of the job. I can only imagine the bitching he’ll do if he’s responsible for the Empire.”

  Michaela felt happiness expanding. Jessica’s clanmates were willing to give up everything for her. Her delight for her friend was overwhelming. “Wow. Smooth move. And good for the princes.”

  Korkla sighed, concern worming its way back into his outlook. “If they can get it past the council and the emperors.” He gave his Earther mate a warning look. “Michaela, the princes have not told Jessica about this plan yet. You must let them share it with her, so keep it to yourself for now.”

  She waved him off. “No problem. The debate and vote are tomorrow anyway, and I probably won’t see her before then.”

  “She asked if you would come to her quarters after we said our hellos. Jessica is desperate to talk to you. I can’t tell you how many times I heard her say, ‘I wish Michaela was with me’.”

  Michaela stared at him. “Listen, I love Jessica with all my heart, but can’t it wait? I mean, you just got home. I want to be with you. I haven’t seen you in forever.”

  Korkla laughed, his eyes bright at her exaggeration. “I know. It feels like that to me too, but Jessica is in a terror right now with everything to be decided in the next few hours. As loath as I am to give you up at this moment, she does need her best friend.” He gave Michaela an apologetic kiss. “Such is the life of those connected to the Imperial Family. Sometimes we must set our own wishes aside for the good of the Empire.”

  Michaela understood. She’d been warned early on about how Korkla’s duties to the future rulers of Kalquor could scuttle plans and interrupt their lives. Plus, Michaela’s life was set while Jessica’s future happiness hung in the balance. Now was not the time to be selfish.

  Michaela gave Korkla a lingering kiss, a hint of what she planned to give him later when they were allowed to properly celebrate his return. “You are right as always, my Dramok. Fine, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

  He answered with a little bit of a growl in his voice. “I’ll be waiting.” To underscore that, he gave her a kiss that promised he had plenty in store for her later too. It took all of Michaela’s willpower to not cling. To not stay. To not jump in his lap and make him forget about duty to Empire and friends.

  She stood and smoothed out her skirt, making sure her semi-erection didn’t show. She arched an eyebrow at her Dramok mate. “This responsible-type stuff we’re doing for the Crown Prince Clan?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m not a fan.”

  All three men laughed. Still feeling Korkla’s amazing kiss tingling her lips Michaela stomped to the transport, her face cloudy with a pretended pout.

  * * * *

  It took only a matter of seconds for Michaela to reach the Crown Prince Clan’s quarters. She had permission to enter whenever she wanted, but she wasn’t about to barge in on the foursome. It wasn’t her home, after all. Assuming she could just walk in even with Jessica’s invitation seemed rude. Instead, the moment the in-house transport opened its door, she announced to the home’s entrance, “Do not open. Announce me and wait for an invitation from a member of Clan Clajak.”

  “Understood,” the electronic voice answered. “Announcing Matara Michaela at the door now.”

  Moments later, the door opened. Imdiko Egilka stood on the other side, giving her a smile and a bow. “Thank you for coming quickly, Matara Michaela. I apologize for taking you away from Korkla so soon after his return, but Jessica is ... worried.”

  Michaela laughed and patted his arm. “You have a gift for understatement, don’t you, my prince?”

  Egilka chuckled and dropped a chaste kiss on her cheek. Michaela warmed und
er his regard. For an Imdiko, Egilka was a stuffy thing until he got to know a person. Once someone was a part of his inner circle, however, he was as warm and kind as any member of his breed.

  He gestured towards the doorway leading out of the greeting room to the rest of the house. “She’s out on the balcony, little dancer.”

  “I know the way. Go have a drink. I have no doubt you need it.”

  Egilka winked at her as she left him. He seemed to take heed of her advice; she heard the clink of glasses near the bar area as she moved into the tiny kitchen.

  From there, Michaela continued on through the grand dining room, which led straight out to the balcony. The Crown Prince Clan’s public rooms were elegant, but nowhere near as grandiose as the ones in her home. Only the most trusted advisors and councilmen were ever invited into the royal suites.

  The balcony that Michaela stepped out onto was also smaller than her home’s. Rather than being like the one great ledge that stretched the length of Clan Korkla’s apartments, the ones on this level were broken up. Each room along the cliff face had its own balcony. Other than two seating arrangements, there was nothing else furnishing this particular space.

  Jessica stood about midway down, leaning over the stone rail. She looked out at the emerald sea beyond the sparkling beach. She detected Michaela’s light step and turned with a weary smile. Because she looked as if she needed a hug, Michaela gave her one.

  “Korkla says the tour went well.”

  “For a lost cause, it wasn’t too bad.” Jessica bit her lip and stepped back to the granite railing, staring out at the water once more. “Michaela, what am I going to do when I lose them? And what happens to our child?”

  Michaela also leaned on the rail. She gazed at the glittering expanse of sea. “You’re putting the cart before the horse, Jess. Have some faith. Korkla said the Kalquorians liked you.”