Both men slid their arms behind my back, lifting me from my prone position where Oses had dropped me before the challenge started. The back seam purred open from their careful tugs on either side, and they slid the dress from me. Again Oses was just as deft as the Imdiko, his handling downright delicate.
“Impressive,” I complimented him as I was laid back down in nothing but my underwear. “And a nice change of pace for us.”
“Do you prefer it?” Oses asked, his brows drawing down. I thought he looked a bit concerned.
“I like that it’s different from what we usually do,” I answered. “It’s good to try new things. But I do love me some strong, demanding Oses. Don’t get used to treating me with kid gloves.”
I winked at him. His grin said the matter was settled.
“Close your eyes,” Betra told me, lounging to my right. “You can judge how gentle he is better if you reduce your senses.”
He was right. Cutting out sight would enhance feeling. I was more than happy to shut my eyelids and wait for the next steps.
Fingers stroked through my hair, light as a mother’s loving touch. They went on to stroke my right cheek. A moment later, I felt Oses’s weight settle on the mat on my left. I received the same treatment on the other side.
Betra rained light kisses over my face, moth wing brushes over forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. Oses took his turn. The Nobek has plumper lips than Betra, the most sensual feature on his rough face. His kisses covered more surface and were more like the flutter of a bird’s feather ... but they were still quite tender. I sighed happily.
Betra’s next move was a more profound kiss, one in which his tongue slid over my lips. My mouth parted open instinctively, allowing him to taste deeper. There was the most delicate of demand there, a quiet insistence that I submit to his invasion. His tongue quested with cautious exploration, a slow savoring of the silky interior of my mouth. It stroked its twin with gentle encouragement, fondling it with persuasive care before retreating.
Such a simple thing, a kiss. Yet the crotch of my panties were soaked. Betra has always done amazing things with his mouth. His kisses had aroused me to the brink of climax before, needing only a slight touch to my clit to set me off. It was a good thing the challenge was only to prove Oses could be as tender as Betra. He’d have his work cut out for him if he hoped to match the Imdiko’s gift of orgasmic kissing.
Oses is talented in his own right, however. He might not light up my senses as strongly as Betra does when it comes to oral mouth play, but he does pretty damn good. My toes curled as those plush full lips settled over mine. His tongue investigated me with as much care as Betra had. The pressure was a bit firmer, and Oses tasted wilder than the Imdiko. I knew he held back and sensing the force behind his restraint, knowing the furious lust he could unleash at any moment, fed the excitement that had my toes curling. Betra had won that particular round, but Oses got points for staying in control as much as he did.
The tenderness they used incited a storm of sensation. Every loving caress was as profound as our more tumultuous play. As Betra’s hands and mouth trailed down my throat to my breast, my breath came quicker. Every brush of his fingertips and lips pulsed warm, sending trills of pleasure down to my belly. Oses copied him from his side, doubling the sparkly prickly excitement building deep within. My trembling fingers traced over velvet-covered iron shoulders and backs, adding to my lustrous world of feeling.
Palms, one smooth and one raspy, smoothed over my breasts. Fingers plucked oh-so carefully at my nipples, drawing them into hard points. Tongues lapped at them, making them tighter. Hot mouths suckled, pulling gently at me.
Fingers traced down, investigating the emerging line down the middle of my abdomen, tickling the cup of my navel. They outlined the vee where the legs of my panties lay against my inner thighs. I lost track of whose digits belonged to who when they sketched over the cleft of my sex and drew circles around my clit. Their mouths chased after their hands, kissing and licking their way lower. The sodden fabric of my panties was drawn down, stripped off with slow, meticulous care.
Strong but tender hands parted my legs. Fingers returned to trace my wet folds, mapping me with thorough attention. No morsel of intimate flesh was forgotten; my clit, pussy, and anus received fastidious concentration. They played over the trembling sweetness, making me moan as they tugged, probed, teased, stretched, and kneaded. All the while both men remained scrupulous with care. Not one harsh touch was offered, nothing rough.
Yet my body was wild with desire. I moaned and writhed. They held me down with the gentlest pressure while they tantalized me with unhurried bliss. Then they started kissing me, mouthing me, and licking me in turns. I was already throbbing with need. The feeling of their lips and tongues on my pussy inflamed my senses.
I’ve had great sex, particularly with those two men. I’ve known mind-blowing ecstasy so intense it’s driven me right out of conscious awareness. Yet this exquisite toying that they did, taking turns to painstakingly arouse me with the most delicate of touches, was monumental in its own right. I felt everything with such awareness, it was like reaching a new realm of understanding, something beyond the mortal. It was almost spiritual, this acute awakening of my body.
By the time they left off, I shuddered all over. My insides vibrated with the force of the energy that raced up and down my spine. It was almost too much to bear, yet I kept my eyes closed because I didn’t want to break the spell of all that sensation. I knew Oses when his hands circled my wrists, pinning them over my head. I knew Betra when he took his place between my legs. I knew them perfectly without seeing them because I could feel them so well. It was as if I knew every cell of their bodies by touch alone.
Betra pressed into me, his slick shafts easing into my welcoming core. He pumped slow and sure, his fingers stroking my pulsing clit. Almost immediately I clenched around him, my body igniting. Betra didn’t thrust hard, he didn’t pound ... but after being prepared with vigilant ardor, I was lost to all control. In a matter of seconds I cried out, my womanhood convulsing in long, almost leisurely waves.
“Good girl,” murmured Betra. “That’s it, sweet girl. Come for me.”
With his deliberate lovemaking, it didn’t matter that he continued to work me with an unhurried pace. The first swells of rapture ebbed and grew large again. Once more, orgasm crashed over me. My sheaths seized on the swollen lengths within, drawing hard, making Betra groan. His liquid heat filled me in delicious pulses.
He sighed, sounding happy as he slipped out of me. His body settled next to mine, and he kissed me as Oses took his place.
Again, I was filled again and again with measured strokes. Betra continued to kiss me, stroking my breasts as Oses offered me lingering pleasure. I was acutely aware of the leashed power of the Nobek. His movements were every bit as gentle as Betra’s had been, but there was the sense of restrained strength. I felt he was fully capable of shattering me with his lust if he decided to let it take control. I don’t think I’d ever understood Oses’ power until he brought it totally to heel.
It was that knowledge as much as the loving that brought me three more times. At the end I screamed, my back bowing as climax devoured me. That last orgasm was as violent as any I’d ever experienced going full-throttle-crazed-sex-maniac with the guys. If I’d not understood before that a lot of the best sex happened in the head as well as the body, I understood it now. It wrecked me in all the most wonderful ways.
We were a quietly appreciative trio when Tep and Megan brought a sleeping Anrel home to me. I ignored the knowing grins the Imdiko and young woman exchanged as I thanked them and wished them goodnight.
Good night, indeed.
August 26
Morning brought business as usual with it, plus a little more. I rose with Oses and Betra, who got up early so they could get to their respective quarters to clean up and dress for a typical workday. I had showered the night before, knowing I had an early day. I was on tap to help Katrina pack up her th
ings to be moved to her clan’s quarters.
I fed Anrel, who woke up with a happy expression on her face. She’s much more a morning person than her mother. That’s a good thing, because seeing her smile makes me smile ... even before coffee.
I got us both dressed and secured her in the wrap carrier that allows her to snuggle against my chest and leave my hands free. I wore my workout clothes because Katrina, Candy, and I were scheduled for blade and then physical training this morning. We’d do that after a couple of hours of packing.
First came breakfast and those all-important cups of coffee. I met the gals in the hall, heading for the dining room. The three of us came in as the first diners of the day. We were greeted with smiles from the staff. Some of the guys, mostly Imdikos, gave Katrina wistful looks. I think they miss the wild ‘salons’ she used to hold before her heart was stolen away by Clan Wotref. Poor cuties.
There were a few other women moving at this hour. We got the usual bemused looks we’ve gotten used to since we started training. The three of us eat like hogs now. I especially like piling on the protein these days.
Anrel diverted many of the wide-eyed looks quick enough. She’s so cute. Sadly I had to cut the admiration fest short since we were on a time crunch this morning. I disengaged from Anrel’s fan club and sat with my friends.
“Did you set a ceremony date yet?” Candy asked between mouthfuls of eggs. Swala eggs, not chicken. They have five more grams of protein, and they have a creamier texture when scrambled. Yum.
Katrina waved her hand back and forth, signaling ‘sort of’. “Probably a couple of days after we cross into Kalquorian space. That will give things a chance to settle down. Wotref and Siko might even relax enough to enjoy it.”
Candy and I grunted, nodding our heads in agreement as we plowed through our breakfasts. My coffee cup was refilled, earning the helpful Imdiko attendant a smile of thanks from me. The staff knows me well.
When I’d swallowed I said, “It’s hard to carve out any time with the guys lately. So much for your honeymoon time.”
Katrina shrugged. “We make sure we work on the quality of our relationship since quantity is currently out the window. Just a few more days and we’re in Empire space and in the clear.”
We had more time (along with emptier mouths) to talk when we got to Katrina’s quarters and began sorting her belongings. She shook her head in disbelief.
“I got on this ship with almost nothing. Now look at this stuff. Make a big box marked ‘acquisitions’. If I don’t want it and neither of you wants it, I’m selling it to the ship for their next trip.”
It started to look like she would do that with half the things she’d collected. Many were gifts from admirers. Katrina thought it would be bad form to keep a lot of baubles received from the men she’d slept with before she settled with the captain’s clan.
“How is it, sharing space with three men?” I asked. “I mean, I spend most nights with Betra and Oses, but we all still have our own places.”
“It can be a little claustrophobic,” Katrina said as she debated over a bottle of perfume. The decanter had been inscribed with her name, a present from one of her past admirers. It was pretty.
“Keep it,” was my advice. It was obvious she liked it.
“You’re right. How many Katrinas are likely to show up on the next shipment of pussy?” She yelped and slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry Shalia. I’m going to end up being banned from Anrel’s presence if I don’t learn to keep my filthy mouth shut.”
I laughed. “No you won’t, but I might start washing that filthy mouth out with soap!”
We got back to work, snickering over the latest instance of potty mouth. After a few moments, Katrina went back to my earlier question.
“When you live with someone – or three someones in this case – you want to strangle them. Not because of anything they’ve done or said, but just to get a little time alone. Whether you clan sooner or later, you’ll learn that with Anrel.” She gave me a wink. “Kids and men are the biggest time stealers you can imagine. Sometimes it feels like they follow you around just to drive you nuts.”
“Romance,” Candy sighed with her drippiest expression. “It lives on.”
Katrina laughed. “I tell you this because I can also confirm that it’s worth the aggravation to have someone hold you at the end of the day. You might want to strangle them with the towels they leave all over the floor, but knowing someone is there when you’re sad or ready to share in victories or ready to hear you out when you’re ranting over the latest bit of stupidity somebody else made you endure ... it’s priceless.”
“So it adds more than it takes away?” I pressed.
“When you find your missing piece, the man or men who make you whole, you deal with the irritations,” Candy opined.
“Candy, don’t ever think of yourself as not whole without a man,” Katrina insisted. “No man or clan is ever going to make up for anything lacking in your life. That’s on your shoulders to fix. You look for love because you want to add to what is already right.”
Candy saluted her. “Got it, fearless leader.”
Katrina shook her head. “Back to the original subject before my soapbox appeared. When you find someone who adds to your life, you’ll go out of your way to forgive anything. Including them breathing your air and taking up too much of your space.” She grinned at me. “Just make sure they are worth that kind of investment. This is coming from the woman who married three times.”
“And is now clanned for life,” I reminded her.
She seemed at peace with that. “I’m older now. My last marriage ended eight years ago, and I did a lot of soul searching after that. I like to think I grew up finally. I’m pretty sure I found the right guys this time.”
“I’m sure you did,” Candy insisted. “Wotref, Ret, and Siko are terrific.”
“Yes they are.”
The rest of the time passed quickly. We’d made good progress, and Katrina felt sure she’d be moved out by the next evening. She was still pretty sure she wouldn’t unpack the majority of her belongings, not with having to do it all over again when we got to Kalquor. “For once, I’ll make life easy on myself,” she said as we headed to Betra’s office to drop off Anrel. It was time for blade training with Nobek Idow.
“You should give me lessons on that,” I said in a plaintive voice. “I’d give up a lot for an easy life.”
Blade training went well for me, as it usually does. I like it best of all, and Larten’s recommendations on how to go on the offensive against a much bigger opponent were helpful. Idow built on his ideas, customizing the moves to suit my strengths, as well as Katrina and Candy’s. We were all delighted with the results.
I sighed as we left Idow and trooped towards the physical training room. “And now all the happy stuff of the day gets ripped to shreds by Dramok Resan.”
“Just a little longer, Shalia,” Candy encouraged me. “A little bit of hell before we never hear his ugly mouth again.”
It never felt like a ‘little bit’ of hell. The hour spent with Resan always felt like an eternity.
I was stunned to find our verbally abusive trainer eerily quiet during our session. He barked orders and insulted us for being sloppy or lazy when the notion took him, but Resan didn’t harangue us like usual. After ten minutes of not being called something foul like a Bi’is codpiece (Resan-speak for small and pointless), I exchanged questioning looks with Candy and Katrina. Something was definitely off.
It was obvious Resan wasn’t being nice because he was in a good mood. If anything, his expression was colder, his demeanor more threatening than usual. He looked like a thundercloud does just before sending in a rainstorm. Black as night and ready to do damage.
It made me more nervous than when he got in my face, spewing vulgarity. Whatever Resan’s problem was, I didn’t want to be around when he let loose. I was beyond relieved when the session ended.
When he said, “Matara Shalia,
you will remain so we can speak,” my heart dropped to my feet. I did not want to talk to Resan when he looked the way he did. Especially not alone.
What could I do though? Under the provisions of my physical training, Resan was in charge of me like he would be any trainee. I’d given my word to him on that count as I had to Idow when it came to blade training. Not that I truly gave a flying crap about any promises to Resan. The thing was, I’d also agreed to this with Oses. That carried true weight.
With a sick feeling in my gut I told Candy and Katrina, “Let Betra know I’ll be there for Anrel soon.” They nodded, giving me sympathetic looks before hurrying out.
I turned to Resan. Now that it was just him and me, he let me see how mad he really was. He was boiling. His sharp face was red heading into purple to match his eyes. Speaking of which, his eyes were showing a lot of white around the purple irises. His fists were clenched at his sides. Oh fuck.
I took a step back towards the door. His lip curled up. “Don’t you even think about leaving, not before you explain why you would spread lies about me to Weapons Commander Oses. How dare you accuse me of accosting you in a sexual manner!”
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