His sudden intake of breath would have been reward enough, but the cinnamon-y tang of his lubricant was better still. I breathed and swallowed my Nobek. All my senses were delighted. The sight of him staring down at me in wide-eyed lust, every trace of humor swamped by hunger. The sound of his throaty moan as I moved my head back and forth on him. The feeling of smooth, silky skin against my tongue and his cock twitching in response to my tasting. I absorbed every bit of the experience as I could, submerging myself in my Nobek.
He gripped my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips swayed. Now it was him taking me rather than me taking him. I relished Larten’s control over me, claiming what he wanted. What he needed. Sweetish-salty pre-cum danced on my tongue, an overture to the ultimate end.
When Seot and Cifa began to move, I was still ardent for lovemaking, but no longer on the edge of shattering. Concentrating on Larten’s pleasure, on stroking his length with my tongue as it moved in and out of my mouth, had brought me some measure of self-control again. I could lose myself in giving as well as receiving.
But the receiving – wow. Feeling the triple thicknesses of my Dramok and Imdiko moving within me sent my senses reeling. They didn’t move quickly or hard, because there was no need. I was tight around them, making them gasp with pleasure as they thrust carefully. As one pressed in, the other slid outward, creating a constant, toe-tingling friction that made my body flush with heat.
It was not a maddened rush to completion by any means. We luxuriated in our joining, taking time to note every little nuance of our awareness of each other. Seot and Cifa exclaimed to feel each other through the thin wall that separated them. Larten delighted in seeing his cock disappearing and re-emerging from my mouth. And of course, I was in paradise to be the center of the beautiful connection we made, the focus of the clan’s physical union.
We made good on Seot’s insistence that our first time as a completed clan be enjoyed to its utmost. Though arousal was intense, we moved slowly, gently, letting it heighten towards climax with gradual buildup. More than the mere sharing of bodies, it was a sharing of love, of binding ourselves to one another. The men whispered vows of devotion, love, and everlasting adoration.
I felt a security I’d never known before. I’d come close to the feeling with Betra and Oses, the two men I’d been able to trust with everything. Yet because we’d always known our union was only temporary, that refuge had never been complete. This one was. I was safe and loved and would be kept so for the rest of my life.
Our climb to the pinnacle of pleasure was almost at its apex. The chorus of moans grew louder. Our bodies slid to and fro, against and within, working with no less care but with intensified demand. The men began to feel a part of me, and I pulled on them as if to absorb them into me forever, so that I might never be without them. Hotter and hotter we burned, higher and higher we rose, a single exuberant being seeking to forge itself together eternally…or incinerate and destruct in the attempt.
The flames of rapture that had licking me from within burst into conflagration. My pussy clutched around Seot, pulling at him with desperate need. I blazed with agonized ecstasy as the men plunged deep, the final fraught exertions as passion roared through us, forcing us into its tight, intractable grasp.
Cifa cried out and ground against my ass as he succumbed first. Then Seot, shuddering as he thrust one last time before his cocks throbbed violently. Finally, Larten screamed an animal’s victory, flooding my mouth with his offering.
Feeling them surrender to me, giving themselves over, I let go of the last vestige of control I’d maintained. Orgasm rushed through me, an inferno of heaving, sweltering, jubilant euphoria that shook me from head to toe. I disappeared into its consuming bliss, letting it take me beyond thought.
Later, I basked in the glory of entwined limbs, of the scents and remembered sensations of sex, of warm and heavy bodies sheltering mine. I floated on the calm sense of knowing I’d found love, security, and my place in a puzzle I hadn’t known I was a piece of. I belonged to something bigger and far grander than myself, and was made bigger and grander than anything I could have been on my own.
I’m clanned. I’m Matara Shalia of Clan Seot. I couldn’t be happier right now.
Author’s Note
Here it is at last, Shalia’s happily-ever-after. Yet the story isn’t done. There are still loose ends to be tied up, questions to be answered. Shalia has a couple more adventures left. Stay tuned.
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
Alien Hostage
CLAN BEGINNINGS
To Clan and Conquer
Clan and Conviction
Clan, Honor, and Empire
Clan and Crown
Clan and Command
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
Shalia’s Diary Book 7
Shalia’s Diary Book 8
Shalia’s Diary Book 9
THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:
Drop Dead Sexy
Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
Animal Attraction
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