I shook my head and snickered at him. He was so adorable with that goofy grin. I looked forward to making him groan.
I knelt between his splayed legs and tested the temperature of the chocolate with a fingertip. It was slightly warm, thick, and gooey. I licked my finger...and it was me who groaned first. Wow. The Kalquorians had mastered some seriously rich chocolate. I could have eaten a trough of it.
Well, using it to smother spicy-sweet alien cocks would have to do. I carefully tipped the bowl over Betra’s waiting erections.
He sighed. “Oh, just the right temperature. That feels good on me. Not as good as your – oh, oh, oh!”
I assumed my mouth felt pretty damned good too, because he lost the thread of whatever he was saying when I wrapped my lips around his smaller dick. Betra gasped and kicked his feet against the bed surface a little as I twirled my tongue all around his cock tip.
And oh boy, did that chocolate taste amazing with that slight sting of cinnamon-y lubricant Betra naturally exudes. I completely forgot I’d filled up on dinner. I slurped that man’s cocks like they were ice cream cones. I feasted on him. His cries of elation rang in my ears.
It was hard to tell which of us was most enthusiastic. Betra in chocolate sauce is delicious, and I moaned and groaned as I gobbled him. For his part, the Imdiko jerked all over the bed, overcome by my energetic licking and sucking. I wrapped my arms around his thighs in an effort to keep him still.
I finally cleaned him off of every luscious drop of sauce. He lay on the bed panting. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I need to get that chocolate recipe.”
“My turn,” Oses said eagerly, crashing down on the bed next to Betra. As always, he was careful not to touch the Imdiko. Betra’s getting better with his phobia about sensual contact with the Nobek, but a lot is still taboo.
My thoughts were far away from the complexities of the two men’s relationship. I had the bowl tipped over Oses’ generous helping of flesh in an instant, ready for Round 2.
I didn’t make the weapons commander bounce as enthusiastically as Betra, but he did his share of grunting and breathing hard. Oses did more than twitch too as I sucked greedily on him. This was one time I truly did enjoy being on top. From all the noise the Nobek made, he liked it just fine too.
“Just enough for one of you,” I said, checking my supply of chocolate once I had Oses cleaned off. “Who will it be?”
“Since this is a celebration for both of you, Oses can decide if he wants to come in your mouth, pussy, or ass,” Betra decreed. “If he chooses mouth, he gets the chocolate. If not, I’ll be more than happy to continue to be dessert.”
“Mmm,” Oses said, thinking about his options. “I find every inch of Shalia wonderful, and my cocks enjoy going wherever they can. However, I have prepared her sweet, tight ass for laxan. I can’t imagine letting it go to waste. You may have her mouth, Imdiko. ”
He grabbed cleansing wipes from my bedside table and made sure his cocks were free of all the chocolate I’d doused them in. I was pretty sure I’d gotten it all, but I appreciated that Oses wasn’t going to put things in me that didn’t belong. I have no idea if chocolate can cause a vaginal infection, and it was best to not test that, what with me being pregnant and all.
Betra grinned, apparently happy with the arrangement. “Is Oses’ plan acceptable to you, Matara?”
Gee, let me think. “Make room,” I said, shoving his legs apart so I could crouch between them. I poured.
Within moments, I had that Imdiko moaning again. I moaned along with him as I enjoyed chocolate-covered Kalquorian. Then I shivered as I felt Oses take up his position behind me.
I happily opened to the Nobek when his cocks nudged their careful way into my ass and pussy. Oses had stretched me well, but that man has substantial girth. He inched his way in, making sure the cries I made were those of pleasure and not pain.
My backside ached a little as it was coaxed into accepting loving invasion. However, I had a mouthful of chocolate-cinnamon heaven. Add in the smaller but still filling secondary cock rub all the right places in my pussy, and the small amount of discomfort was more of a delight. Sometimes I think I like anal penetration just as much as regular intercourse. Heaven knows after all the sex I’ve had with Kalquorians, I can’t imagine getting anything less.
At any rate, getting filled with Oses meant getting filled with the physical version of happiness. My senses were awash in pure joy as my head bobbed up and down over Betra and two cocks bobbed in and out of me. There was a celebration of pleasure going on inside me, a rejoicing that grew more riotous with each passing second. I matched Oses’ rhythm, rocking back and forth and fellating Betra in tandem with the Nobek’s pace.
Once I’d cleaned all that lovely chocolate from Betra’s dicks, I concentrated on sucking his primary cock while I pumped the smaller one in my fist. I was out of chocolate, but I still got to enjoy his lubrication, and he poured it for me. That was one aroused Imdiko. I peeked up at him to see him tossing his head from side to side, his eyes glazed with rapture. His prick kept spitting pre-cum into my mouth. Yummy.
Oses was thrusting faster, his gasps growing louder. I matched him stroke for stroke, moaning around Betra’s cock all the while as my pussy got that hot, ticklish, trembling feeling that meant I was closing in on the finish. Betra’s cries grew in volume and frequency as well.
We entered the homestretch, the need for climax whipping us into a frenzy. We lunged for completion as one entity, not three separate beings. Both men’s thighs flexed. Their hips strained towards me. Oses’ growl and Betra’s wail filled my ears as I burst through to nirvana. Cocks jerked and poured ecstasy into me as elation tumbled through my body. I screamed between swallows.
I have decided I want dessert with each and every meal from now on.
After making love, I got to do another of my favorite things in this world: fall asleep between Betra and Oses. Usually, I don’t have bad dreams when I’m tucked in safe and sound with my two big shipmates.
Okay, so it wasn’t really a nightmare that I had. The dream was weird and horribly violent, but in all honesty I felt exalted by the carnage. That’s a bizarre thing considering it was me committing the bloodshed in this odd trick of my subconscious.
In the dream, I was among all these armored ... well, I guess I’d have to call them people. They were not anything like Earthers or Kalquorians. The bodies were all wrong, with massive wide shoulders, arms, and legs that made mountain o’ man Oses look like a twig. The waists of these men were tiny in comparison. Their heads, while twice the circumference of mine, were also small in proportion to these great, behemoth bodies.
Clad in gray stone-like armor with attached green flesh-like pouches and tubes running all over them, I had no idea what these beings looked like beneath their war garb. The armor was freaky the way it looked like granite – or maybe even bone. I have no idea what they looked like underneath because nothing at all showed of their true selves. Even the eye openings in their helmets were covered with green lenses that matched the tubes and pouches. They were terrifying, and not just because they were inhuman and huge. The scariest thing about them was that there was no hint of what they might look like underneath all that stony plating.
I was one of them.
We stalked across a burning wasteland in a long line. There were at least two dozen of us walking abreast, a wall of pure, unstoppable destruction. Small buildings, now no more than smoking mounds of debris, fell behind us as we searched for anything living ... not to save, but to destroy. I and my companions had created this landscape of destruction, a plain of rubble and death. Charred body parts, which I recognized as belonging to a small, sentient four-legged species called the Barinem, lay scattered like breadcrumbs all around us. We stomped across the plain, crunching the bones of the dead beneath our heavy armor-plated boots.
We had already won the fight, but nothing less than complete eradication of this village would do. I growled deep in my chest, anticipatin
g finding something to kill. I burned for my enemy’s blood. The destruction I had already wrought exalted me. I knew there was more to be had.
My growl turned into a roar as a middling group of four-legged Barinem sprang from behind a low wall forty feet away. The bedraggled remnants of my enemy’s warriors came at us at full speed, their furred red-brown legs blurring as they made their final charge. Their long ears flapped against their heads, their tongues lolled out of long muzzles with lips wrinkled back in snarls. They came at us full bore, explosive blow tubes clenched in their front teeth. They looked fierce, but the light in their eyes had been put out. Their bodies worked for now and they fought on, but the Barinem knew they were already dead. Their explosives were too weak the penetrate our armor. They were weak. We were strong and infallible. We could not be stopped.
A surge of murderous glee filled me. I brought my massive percussion blaster up in perfect sync with my fellow soldiers and sighted on the Barinem closing the distance. I squeezed the trigger.
“Shalia, wake up.”
My eyes flew open to find both Oses and Betra leaning over me. I was startled to find myself in my bed ... and human.
“That must have been a bad one,” Betra said, his gaze worried. “You sounded like you were right on the brink of a fight.”
More like the end of one, and I was winning, I thought. I actually felt irritable that I wasn’t going to get to finish the dream and taste the victory that had been within my grasp.
“I’m fine,” I grumbled. “Go back to sleep.”
Oses glared at me. “You sounded as Nobek as any man I’ve ever heard, growling and snarling. Are you sure you’re okay?”
I glared back. “I’m fine. I was dreaming about being in a fight and I had ‘em beat. You would have loved it, big man. It was a total rout. I was bad-ass to the max.”
That made the weapons commander grin. “I’m sorry we woke you then. I love dreams like that.”
My pique with the pair vanished. “I bet you do. I wish I always felt that unstoppable.”
Betra snickered, shook his head, and lay back down. “Maybe you can get back into it then, warrior woman.”
I went back to sleep fairly quickly, but I did not get to have the dream again. I guess I’ll never know what those poor, doomed Barinem were trying to protect. It occurred to me that they must have been protecting something from me and my warrior fellows. Otherwise, they would have run from what was certain death instead of meeting it head on. They’re known as a peaceful species, fighting only when it is absolutely necessary.
Boy, that dream was so real and invigorating. I’d rather not see myself as a heartless killer, but I wish I could have finished it nonetheless.
May 15
I heard back from Clan Aslada, the number 2 potential lifemates on my list. Not a bad bunch of guys.
Dramok Aslada, he of the dark and brooding looks, is not quite so dark and brooding when he smiles. That was nice to see. He stood in the middle of his clan in the vid transmission and bowed when I started the playback.
“Greetings, Matara Shalia. I am Aslada, governor of the Eporu continent’s Western Seaboard Territory. I was delighted to receive your com telling my clan we meet your preliminary expectations for clanmates.”
A little formal, but his tone was friendly enough. Dramok Seot had been somewhat formal in his introduction too. It was only lately that I’d begun to see some of his and Nobek Larten’s true personalities. Cifa had been an open book right from the start.
Aslada continued. “You of course will remember my Nobek, Jaon.”
Big intense chunk of masculinity bowed in turn. “Greetings, Matara. I am looking forward to meeting you in person. Thank you for considering us.”
Short and sweet ... well, as sweet as a man could be who looks like he’d be happiest ripping bad guys limb from limb. I wonder what this guy does to relax? Punching Tragooms comes to mind. Well, one thing about it; no one will dare mess with me if this guy ends up being my Nobek. I do enjoy those dangerous-looking fellows a little more than I should.
Aslada introduced the third man. “My Imdiko, Meyso.”
The curly-haired bit of gorgeous took his turn bowing. His smile was warm, and I had to return it even though I knew full well I beamed at a recording. “Hello, Matara Shalia. I am delighted to have heard from you.”
Aslada smiled winningly ... maybe a bit too winningly. It reminded me that he was a politician. I told myself that maybe Kalquorian politicians were probably a far cry from Earther ones. I can’t hold it against the man.
“Thank you so much for telling us more about yourself. It’s wonderful that you’ve decided to get to know us better before you reach our planet and that you have also shared some of your concerns. We have already sent a message to your parents, Clan Bitev. We sent another to their Matara, Joelle, as you requested. Your Nobek father is more than welcome to check our backgrounds so that he is reassured his daughter is courted by a worthwhile clan of rank.”
Okay. So far so good. The more Aslada spoke of personal matters, the less he sounded like he was trying to win an election. I saw a little of the commanding but likable personality behind the effort to make a good impression.
Nobek Jaon spoke up. “I have taken the additional step of sending Nobek Rak the records from my military service as well as my current position as a Convict Reclamations officer. I want him to know his daughter will be well protected as a member of my clan, should you decide to make us your lifemates.”
Okay, big points for that. Although I could hardly imagine anyone doubting Jaon’s ability to keep people safe. That man is made of intimidation. Me being me, I started to get turned on just by looking at the brute. Then the hormones kicked in, and I was flat-out horny.
Imdiko Meyso took his turn. “I have requested your mother’s scans and records from the ship’s doctor, as well as the team that took care of her on Earth. I believe your Imdiko father Nayun was part of that group? I sent a request directly to him, in case he is able to facilitate records transfer. If you are agreeable, I will put a plan of treatment in place for Matara Eve to be enacted as soon as you arrive on Kalquor.”
Well, damn. Having a brain surgeon as a suitor was turning out to be handy. My dads would have to let me know how good Meyso was at his job. Do I dare hope?
Aslada finished up winning my goodwill by reassuring me, “Of course your mother is welcome to live in our home. We Kalquorians revere our mothers, and it speaks well of you that you do the same despite the difficulties yours has faced.”
I felt a little bad about that. I can hardly say I ‘revere’ my mom, though I certainly love her. I probably come up plenty short as a daughter.
They didn’t forget the most important thing to me either. “We are excited at the prospect of being fathers to your child, Matara. Until your people started immigrating to the Empire, we had despaired of ever having that chance.”
Now the three men were all smiling, real smiles. Even Jaon looked thrilled at the hope. I’ll admit, my heart melted a little to see those big tough guys appearing enthralled with the idea of being daddies. It’s amazing when I’m confronted with Kalquorian bruisers who think fatherhood is the best thing in the universe. My dads, Clan Seot, and now Clan Aslada ... I can see how much it means to them. They wear their need for children on their sleeves.
I didn’t think Clan Seot could have any real competition. I don’t know though ... Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon are making a pretty good first try. We’ll have to see how our continued communications pan out.
May 16
Oh my gosh, I’m still shaking. I can’t believe what just happened.
It all started when Katrina showed up at my door early this afternoon, along with Ama and Mihi. “Candy won’t come out of her quarters. She won’t talk to me, and she’s not spoken to these guys in three days.”
I blinked in surprise at the rush of words. Okay, so Candy had been distant and moody lately. I thought she still felt bad about erupting at K
atrina over color schemes for the club several days back. They had made up with much apologizing and tears, just as I’d suspected they would. I thought everything was all right. I was so wrong about that.
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