“Teasing me.” I pouted. “You know I’m limited in what I can do.”
“What do you want to do?”
“You.”
Oses chuckled. “Ah, that’s good to hear, pet. The question is, how much do you want to do me?”
I could tell there was something beneath the surface question. Something dark and dangerous. The hair rose on the back of my neck, and a delicious anxiety shivered up my spine. “What are you asking of me?”
Now both corners of his mouth curled up. “Only that you stay still. Only that you accept what you are given – no requests. No demands. Be my sweet, obedient pet. Do as Master tells you.”
His voice was slow, quiet, almost hypnotic. It made me think of a snake charmer with a cobra. But which of us was which? There was no doubt Oses was the deadlier of us two.
“What do you say, pet?”
As helpless as I felt with him looming over me, I didn’t hesitate for an instant. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
He balled up his fists. Again he ran big, knotty knuckles over my nipples. I stood stock-still, as stiff as a board. Tremors broke out over my body as Oses rubbed his knuckles up and down, up and down. The friction heated, sending warmth through my chest, cascading into my belly and parts below. Warmth seeped from my pussy, as if the burn of his touch liquefied my insides.
Oses inhaled deeply. “Are you wet for me, pet? You are, aren’t you?’
“Yes, Master,” I whispered. My panties were damp in an instant, and they went from that to soaked even faster.
And still Oses rubbed until I quaked like I was having a seizure.
“You need to get off your feet,” he murmured.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, afraid he’d decide I was still too weak to keep going. Maybe I was, but my pussy felt like one giant throb. I thought I might die if he didn’t give me release.
He eyed me. Then he pointed to the lounger. “Lay down. The rules still apply. You stay quiet and you stay still. You let me do what I want.”
I shuffled to the long, large couch. I sprawled on my back, my legs apart in hopeful invitation.
Oses knelt down. Even on his knees, he loomed, a giant alien male. He covered my breasts with his hands and squeezed gently. Having his hands on me, his slit-pupiled eyes staring into mine as kneaded my flesh, molding my breasts in his grip like clay ... it was profound. I felt like the center of that man’s universe.
“So soft and sweet,” he murmured as he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. “Everything about you. These lovely breasts in my hands. The surrender in your eyes. The look on your face. I have fought in wars and tested myself in combat. And yet I never feel more like a man than when you give yourself to me with such trust.”
It made something in me glow to hear I did that for him, even if I didn’t feel like I did anything at all. To know I gave Oses even the slightest bit of pleasure fulfilled something within me. I wondered if I would find that wonderful quality with any other man.
He left off my breasts for a moment to open the front of my dress. The front seam parted all the way down, baring me but for my bra and underwear. Silly me; when I’d dressed for Clan Seot, I’d done it all the way though I hadn’t planned to show them anything. My underclothes were baby blue and frilly, something Candy might have worn to seduce her Nobeks. It’s ridiculous, but wearing pretty lingerie had helped me feel not quite so bad about my appearance.
A hint of a smile drifted over Oses’ lips when he saw the precious ensemble. Maybe my going all out with the clothes hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
“What a lovely little girl my Shalia is,” he breathed. As gentle as his voice sounded (well, gentle for him), his eyes sparked fiery lust. All at once, his arousal aroma filled the air around me.
He filled his mouth with a blue-lace breast. The heat was that of an oven, warming my entire chest. I moaned as he sucked, making that cup wet. Once he had my nipple tight and sensitized, he went to work on its twin.
Only when the fabric was soaked and clinging to my skin did he stop to take off the bra. Then it was bare flesh his rough tongue scraped over, abrading my mounds with that coarsely velvet appendage. It swirled around my areolas, making my nipples hard points, standing at stinging attention. I moaned and writhed beneath his attentions. My excitement incited Oses to use longer strokes of his tongue, more demanding nips from his hard teeth.
He rose, his broad chest moving like a bellows as he drew deep, quick breaths. He looked at me laying beneath him, my body spread for his pleasure like a buffet.
“I am damned near desperate to shove my cocks in you until I explode,” he told me. A bear could not have growled more fiercely than Oses. “The moment Tep gives his approval, I will fuck you until neither of us can move again.”
It sounded like a hell of a good plan to me.
Almost as if he would fulfill his threat right that moment, Oses turned from my breasts to gaze with brute desire at my ruffled panties. With a snarl he fell over my body, his face going right between my legs.
Much as he’d mouthed my bra-covered breasts, he did the same with my panty-clad pussy. The difference was that the crotch of my underpants were already soaked through. Oses sucked on the fabric and then practically gnawed on it. I squalled to feel that hot mouth beyond the fabric barrier, along with the scrape of his teeth. I had the crazed notion he might chew his way through to me. I wouldn’t have fought him, animal that he was.
After a little while, he jerked the panties aside. Then it was Nobek tongue, teeth, and lips devouring bare flesh, his fingertips holding me open for his rapacious mouth. I poured honey for him, and he lapped up every drop. I kicked helplessly under the delicious assault, his bulk holding me down as he fed.
With a low roar, Oses heaved up. As he pulled his crotch seam open with his left hand, two fingers from his right plunged into my pussy. His avid cocks spilled out, looming over my bucking torso. Oses grabbed his larger cock and masturbated frantically while fingerfucking me hard.
Every tendon stood out in sharp relief over his body. He was close. He aimed his cock at my breasts. Some instinct made me arch them upward, eager to be covered in his excitement. Meanwhile my voice rose in a trailing cry as he rammed into my cunt, bringing me ever closer to the end.
Oses’ body stiffened and seemed to swell, making the behemoth look twice as large for a moment. His mouth opened wide in a soundless scream, fangs extended. He looked bestial.
Long, liquid ropes of fluid sprang from him, splashing heat on my chest and belly. Then I came too, exquisite release heaving through me, smaller waves rippling from head to toe. My mouth yawned wide open like Oses’, straining as if I could emit some of the pleasure from that orifice as well. Some of my lover’s juices rained onto my tongue, a heavenly ambrosia that sent stronger swells of pleasure through my body.
When it was over, it was like falling off a cliff. Getting ready for my live com with Clan Seot, two hours of talking and holding Anrel, arguing with Betra, dealing with the pain of my liaison walking away, and then sex with Oses ... my body had done all it could. When I woke later, it was to find the Nobek had cleaned me up and put me in bed. He’d left a message that I was to com him and let him know I was okay when I woke. If he didn’t hear from me within two hours, he was hauling me to Tep. I had five minutes to spare when I let him know I was fine.
Fine? I’m still glowing. There is nothing like being well loved by a strong man.
He’s no Imdiko, but Oses takes good care of me. Until Betra gets over his hurt, I’m in pretty good hands.
I had another message as well. My dads commed! I was still a little out of it from today’s earlier excitement, but I wanted to talk to the big guys ASAP. They told me to com no matter how late is was on Earth. They were eager to talk to me, even if it meant getting out of bed.
I figured out it would be about nine p.m. Atlanta time. I could catch them before they’d gone to sleep if I got moving.
I was on the verge o
f comming Betra to help me get ready and take me to Medical so I could introduce the new grandfathers to Anrel. Then I remembered he is operating on only a liaison level with me right now. I suppose this matter would fit into his duties, but I’m not ready to see Betra as a pure professional. Fortunately Candy was available to put my mussed hair and makeup back to rights, along with picking out a fresh, unwrinkled skirt and blouse. Then I commed Tep to get his permission to show off Anrel.
“You’re pushing it,” he warned me.
“I know,” I said in my most responsible tone. “But I plan to come in my hover chair and sit quietly the whole time. I should be fine. I’m not going to dress Anrel up for this one either. Dad – Nayun, that is – will want to look her over in his capacity as a doctor anyway.”
“I don’t know, Shalia. You sound drained already.”
“I just had a nap,” I wheedled. “Please Doc? I will be on my best behavior. I promise on the names of my prophets and your ancestors.”
He got a laugh out of that. “All right, all right. But this is going to be a short visit.”
I agreed. Again Candy was my sweetheart and she pushed me in my chair to Medical. Once I was in Isolation and holding my sleeping Anrel, I sent Candy running along. I promised to have an orderly or Betra bring me back.
I put on my brightest smile, knowing it would do little to soothe my dads’ nerves when they saw me. If Clan Seot had been startled, Clan Bitev would be downright horrified. I arranged the slumbering Anrel so that she was front and center of my body. I hoped seeing their granddaughter right away would calm the three Dads down after the initial shock.
It was as heartrending as I’d expected when my dads picked up the com. Nayun was damned near inconsolable. The big Imdiko came close to crumbling to his knees as soon as he saw me. My doctor dad, who looks like a jolly version of a giant, had tears crawling down his ruddy cheeks in an instant. “What happened this time? How did you get like this? How? How?” he wailed.
If Nayun hadn’t gone so far off the deep end over me, maybe Bitev and Rak would have lost their shit more too. Keeping the big Imdiko on his feet took some of their attention, though both men couldn’t have looked more horror-stricken.
Dramok Bitev is the smallest of the clan, lean for a Kalquorian. He was hard pressed to keep his side of Nayun on his feet. Still, his mouth went into a rictus of hurt for me, as if he felt some of the pain I’d been through. My Nobek dad Rak, with his pointed nose lending him a sharklike aspect, wavered between dread and looking like he wanted to chomp into whoever had reduced me to my present circumstances.
Thank the prophets they’d not seen me at my worst. This was bad enough.
Rather than answer Nayun’s questions at once, I held Anrel up to take their focus off my condition. “I’m going to be fine. Calm down and say hello to your granddaughter.”
Ah, the healing power of a newborn. The dads were still freaked out, but they recovered their senses at the sight of the baby. Nayun found the strength to stand up straight again. A smile for Anrel battled against agony for me. It was the most bizarre expression I’d ever seen on any face.
“The baby? You had her?” Then Nayun veered back to the verge of Freak Out World. “You had the baby! But it’s much too soon! How is she? Let me see her! And tell me what the hell has happened before I have heart failure!”
A little at the time, he calmed enough for me to tell the story. There were interruptions galore in the form of questions and exclamations from the dads. Bit by bit, they came to grips with my latest brush with tragedy. About halfway through, I got Tep to come in and fill in the medical gobbledy-gook that I couldn’t give Nayun. Only after Tep reassured them of my steady recovery and Anrel’s excellent prognosis did my fathers calm down.
It’s wonderful to be so loved. It’s also awful in that I tend to scare the shit out of my adoptive parent clan on a regular basis. This time was the absolute worst.
Once they had all the details and Tep left, they could at last delight in their first grandchild. Much like Cifa, Nayun was a puddle of saccharine goo over Anrel. Even Rak broke the ‘Never Let Them See You Melt’ Nobek code. He made silly faces when she woke, though she still can’t really focus on anyone or anything. Bitev made a big deal about setting up an account for her and me on Kalquor. He wanted to be sure we had money for anything and everything the government allowance didn’t cover. “My granddaughter wants for nothing!” he proclaimed more than once. I privately swore that I would not take advantage of my dads’ generosity. I’m already worried Anrel will be spoiled rotten.
I let them coo over her and enjoyed some light conversation about how they’d been doing (terrific), how their Matara Joelle was faring on her trip to Kalquor (much less excitement than me), and how the ongoing evacuation of Earth went (steady, but there have been some problems with roving Earther gangs terrorizing everyone they can).
After everyone was in a pretty good mood, I finally broached the subject that I’d been itching to get to for two days. “What’s the story with Commander Nang?”
You could have heard a pin drop in the shocked silence that followed. Nayun looked like the kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Bitev’s worry sat plain to see on his face. Rak glowered. My stomach twisted. Something had happened, all right.
“Nang?” Nayun asked weakly. His gaze darted to Bitev, looking for guidance.
“Nang,” I affirmed in the steadiest tone I could summon. “I know something’s up, so there’s no point in pretending it isn’t. What’s happened?”
“Have you heard from him?” Rak asked.
Nobek Dad’s question told me that Nang was still alive. Option One off the table. “No. Should I have?”
Rak gave Bitev a dark look. My Dramok dad cleared his throat.
“We were going to tell you when the time seemed right,” he said. “For your own protection. I had planned to give you the news today, but I’ve been wondering if we should hold off after seeing how ill you look. I not sure you’re ready to know.”
I licked suddenly dry lips. “Not knowing is going to make it worse. Tell me.”
“He’s AWOL, my daughter. He disappeared about two weeks ago.”
Rak’s look was thunderous. “A space-worthy shuttle went missing. There is little doubt Nang took it. He left Earth.”
Okay, things didn’t look good. But Nang leaving for parts unknown didn’t necessarily mean trouble for me. Especially if he took a shuttle. Look at me, trying to be the ‘cup half-full’ girl ... even when I know better.
“Shuttles don’t have a great deal of range,” I ventured.
“Enough that he could have made it to at least half a dozen space stations from Earth. From there, he could pick up a transport and hire himself out as crew.” Rak wasn’t going to spare me the worst of it now that I had insisted on knowing.
Nayun cleared his throat. “After his sudden disappearance, his Nobek went into Nang’s computer, trying to figure out where he might have been headed. He discovered Nang had hacked into our clan’s communications. Nang had also gotten access to personal data held on our devices. He’d been reading our correspondences for the last two months before he left.”
My mouth fell open. “Your stuff? But why?”
Bitev looked almost as enraged as Rak. “To find out what he could about you. Once Nang got into our files, he accessed anything to do with you.”
Nayun took a deep breath. “Nang’s Nobek also discovered he’d done the same thing to Clan Dusa.”
It was everything I’d feared. “Nang knows I was pregnant. He knows he might be Anrel’s biological father.”
Bitev nodded. “His obsession with you has made him unstable. Or maybe he was already mentally ill and this brought it out. There are alerts circulating to apprehend him if he’s seen by any of our people or our allies.”
Rak gave me what I’m sure was supposed to be a reassuring look. “Nang will be found before he can get to Kalquor. He will be picked up. He’ll get
nowhere near you or Anrel.”
I’m pretty sure Rak believed that, that they all did. It was probably why they hadn’t been too quick to raise an alarm with me. After all, Nang can’t catch up to the transport, not being seven months behind. And he’s a long way from Kalquor. Odds are pretty good he’ll be found in short order.
I wish I could accept that. Yet I know how my luck has been running lately. I can’t help but worry, especially because I don’t know what he’s thinking now that he’s aware of the baby.
Nang. Fucking Nang.
I know Tep would have my head if he found out I went from Medical and the ‘visit’ with my dads straight to Oses. The Doc was not happy that I looked so worn out. I really was beat. But with confirmation that Nang was on the loose and more than likely looking for me and my baby, I needed to find out what the weapons commander’s inquiries had unearthed.
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