“Yes,” I moaned as pressure built. The need to orgasm was there, moving in fast to claim me. They pushed me towards it, offering me as a sacrifice to its devouring pleasure. Betra’s tongue whipped over my clit, shattering me against climax’s force. Bright rapture heaved through me. I soared, a bolt of dazzling brightness, the tip of the exploding star.
Raw pulses of jagged elation gradually gentled in the warm embrace of the two men who crowded close to hold me. I sighed to find myself safe between them.
“Do you need a hit of pain inhibitor?” Betra asked as he tipped a water bottle against my lips.
“Not yet,” I said after taking a swallow. “I’m still good.”
I had about half the bottle before I signaled I was ready for more fun. I really wanted to return the lovely favor they’d done me.
“Let me touch?” I wheedled, wiggling my fingers.
“After,” Oses said, his fingers playing over my ribs to make me giggle. He knows I’m ticklish, the wretch.
“Oses!” I protested.
“I need you just like this to show that insolent Imdiko of ours that this old man has plenty of bend left in him.”
Betra laughed. “I know you do, Oses. I was just trying to get into trouble for later.”
“Kids.” Oses shook his head as he grinned at Betra over my shoulder. “When will you learn a simple ‘please’ will do?”
“Please isn’t as much fun.”
It was weird to see Betra flirting with Oses. Weird but sweet. I’m so glad they found a way to be together.
“Just don’t tease him until he punches you,” I warned Betra. “I thought he’d cave Ebnad’s face in the other day.”
“Enough talking,” Oses growled. “My cock wants your ass. Now.”
Just like that, familiar aching warmth filled my belly. When it comes to my two lovers, it only takes a demand to flip my switch.
My pelvis tilted forward in the swing. I was kind of in a gentle curve, particularly my lower back. I really didn’t see how Oses could enter me from behind, not unless he was a limbo dance champion or something. I was pretty sure Kalquorians didn’t try to dance their way under poles as a party game.
But man oh man, if they ever took it up, Oses would do pretty well at it. He proved that to me. Not only did he get in position, but he sustained it the entire time we fucked.
I watched in surprise as Oses’ hips cradled mine and his primary cock slid against the crack of my ass. He reached up to grab the strap the swing depended from, steadying himself while he positioned his prick with the other hand. He slipped into me with a pleasured sigh.
Betra nodded, his raised brows indicating how impressed he was. “Not bad, my friend. A man of many talents.”
“It’s all in the hamstrings and quads,” Oses told him, letting go of the swing to play with my tits again. “Your humiliation in the club will be doubled now that you know how wrong you were to doubt my strength.”
Betra stepped up between my legs, his avid cocks leading the way. “You are too good to me, my Nobek. As are you, beautiful Shalia.” His smile for me was a mix of tender love and smoldering desire.
He pressed into me, making the three of us one. I absorbed the dual thicknesses of the two men, feeling the astounding fullness. With both men inside me, all the sensitive parts pressed profoundly. I shuddered. I’d been with Oses and Betra plenty of times before. Yet it seemed in that instant that I would not survive the pleasure they would give me this time.
That was fine. I wanted the glorious devastation. I wanted them to obliterate me.
Betra gripped the straps of the swing. He pushed, easing me back, making the astounding girths rub me in a hair raising fashion as they withdrew. Oh dear prophets. My groan was echoed by the men’s.
Betra drew me forward again, forcing me to take them again. Electric bolts flashed through me and I kicked, but weakly since the strength had drained from my legs. My head lolled back as swirling heat overcame me.
Betra rocked me back and forth, back and forth. Passion built higher with each sway of the swing. Every breath I exhaled ended in a little high-pitched cry. My channels flexed rhythmically, making the men gasp. Betra swung me faster.
I had a small blast of brilliance, a kind of mini-climax, an opening jolt of what waited in the wings. I yipped. Oh glory, I could feel the rest of it gathering in a tight knot. The intensity grew, like a piece of coal being compressed into a sharp-edge diamond. It dazzled the senses, that coalescing that came just before the shattering.
Betra grabbed my hips. He whipped me back and forth shoving me onto his and Oses’s cocks. I could feel the Nobek beneath me moving slightly. A fine tremor had seized him. I didn’t know if it was from the strain of his arched-back position or the increasing passion. His breath came in deep grunts, punctuating every thrust.
As for me, I closed in on that wondrous end. Another stab of delight. A second stronger one.
It triggered the final avalanche. Ecstasy tumbled through me, burying me in elation. I was blinded, deafened, lost. Oh, sweet obliteration.
It was hard to return to the everyday world from such beautiful rapture. Yet the everyday was certainly worth coming back to. This was the place where I had Oses and Betra. Anrel. My friends. And the promise of a new life to come.
I had made it through the worst our enemies could throw at us. I had made it to the Kalquorian Empire where my little girl could grow up free and unafraid.
I had made it.
The End
Other books by Tracy St. John available at Amazon:
Unholy Union
The Font
To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue
THE CLANS OF KALQUOR SERIES:
Alien Embrace
Alien Rule
Alien Conquest
Alien Salvation
Alien Slave
Alien Interludes: Clans of Kalquor Short Stories
Alien Redemption
Alien Refuge
Alien Caged
Alien Indiscretions
CLAN BEGINNINGS
To Clan and Conquer
Clan and Conviction
Clan, Honor, and Empire
OTHER CLANS OF KALQUOR BOOKS
Sister Katherine
Michaela
Shalia’s Diary Book 1
Shalia’s Diary Book 2
Shalia’s Diary Book 3
Shalia’s Diary Book 4
Shalia’s Diary Book 5
Shalia’s Diary Book 6
THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:
Drop Dead Sexy
Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
Animal Attraction
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