Alien Revolt (Clans of Kalquor Book 11)

by Tracy St. John

  Lokmi was forced to shove his face in the pillow again. His cheeks were flushed when he emerged nearly a minute later. “Enough with the flattery,” he whispered. “Lie back and let me look at you.”

  She did so, feeling dreadfully exposed in her underthings. Charity was the only person alive who’d seen Hope in as little as she wore now.

  She relaxed as Lokmi concentrated on her face to start. The hilarity her comments had initiated was gone from his expression as he traced her brows, nose, and lips with a finger. The feeling of the calloused pad stroking over her skin made her shiver. Wasn’t it odd, to feel such innocent caresses on such a profound level? Hope was confused as to why his careful touch on her features made her pussy clench.

  Lokmi’s lips repeated the path his fingertip had forged. Their softness and the warmth of his breath on her face caused a tumult in her gut. When his mouth pressed against hers, his tongue prodding her to open to him, a bolt of pure longing shot through Hope. She grabbed hold of his shoulders in reaction.

  His tongue stroked the interior of her mouth leisurely, as if evaluating a delicacy. Feeling its almost harsh rasp investigating her stole Hope’s breath. She immersed herself in the sensation of being explored, of all her secrets being revealed.

  Lokmi moved down, his lips now brushing against her chin. Further still, kissing a trail down one side of her jaw, back up, and down the other side. He nibbled on her earlobe. Hope giggled at the ticklish contact. Lokmi snickered to hear her reaction, then nuzzled the side of her neck. His teeth scraped along the curve, and Hope inhaled sharply. A stab of passion made her clutch her thighs together.

  “Fascinating to learn where the erogenous zones are,” Lokmi mumbled against her skin, kissing and nipping his way to the middle of her throat. “Some spots you can count on, but others are as individual as the person. The kind of touch one enjoys varies too.”

  As if to demonstrate, he opened his mouth wide. Tilting his head to one side, he planted his maw across Hope’s throat. His teeth closed, as if he would bite down and tear the slender column out.

  Hope held her breath, freezing in place. Her heart fluttered in rapid pulses. A tremor rippled down her spine. The crotch of her panties clung wetly to her slit. She could feel her heart’s tattoo in her clit.

  Lokmi drew back, his teeth grazing warm lines across her skin as he went. He took a deep breath. “Fantastic reaction, my lovely,” he told her in a gruff tone. “A slight sense of threat is exciting, isn’t it? Nobeks love that sort of thing too.”

  Hope’s mind swam. How could these things feel so enthralling? But there were other sensations, new sensations as Lokmi traveled down, kissing a wet route between her breasts.

  His hand slipped beneath her back, searching and finding the catch of her tiny bra. He released it and pulled the fabric away to expose her chest.

  Hope barely restrained the urge to cover herself again. Most of her adult life, she’d blessed her small breasts. Their size kept monsters like Browning Copeland from staring at her with too much lust, though merely being a woman was enough to make some men leer. What a boyish frame couldn’t deter, her father’s name had. She’d been doubly lucky in her wish to avoid the wrong kind of attention.

  Yet now with Lokmi gazing at her, she wished she’d inherited more of her mother’s voluptuous figure, as Charity had. What Hope possessed was more nipple than mound, the sensitive points being the reason she wore a bra to mask them. The slightest touch could make them stiff with reaction.

  Despite the ribbon of unease unfurling in her belly at Lokmi’s frank stare, her nipples were at attention. They stabbed into the air with unbecoming eagerness, as if they shouted ‘Look at me!’ in revolt against being hidden for so long.

  “Not much to see, is there?” she said, guessing the Kalquorian must be disappointed in the meager offering.

  Lokmi’s gaze wandered to her face. Without a word, he drifted down towards one impudent nipple. His tongue emerged. It dragged across the brown point, like a little boy savoring an ice cream scoop.

  A jagged shard of pure elation bolted from Hope’s breast straight to her pussy. She would have sat straight up if Lokmi hadn’t held her down.

  His chuckle filled her ears. “It’s not the size, it’s the sensitivity. I’d say this one is perfect. Let’s test to see if they’re the same.”

  He gave the other nipple an identical lick. She arched with a moan as a flurry of delight erupted at the touch. She dug her short nails into his shoulders.

  With a growl, he seized her breast in his mouth, sucking and rubbing his tongue over it. Hope barely remembered in time that her father and sister were within hearing distance. She choked off the cry that wanted to escape, biting her lips tight between her teeth. She writhed beneath the man pinning her down as sensation rampaged through her.

  Lokmi went from one breast to the other, devouring her with erotic kisses too incredible to bear. Hope felt her nerve endings exposed. Every kiss, lick, suck, and nip fired arousal higher. Her gasps were tinged with small cries as Lokmi held her helpless, forcing her to accept the sensual mauling. Her nipples were diamond points, the flesh dark with blood filling them.

  Her breathless pleas for mercy were finally acknowledged. Lokmi stared up at her, his eyes hooded and mouth smiling with triumphant conquest. “Your breasts are flawless, Hope,” he told her, his tone daring her to refute him. “If I had my way, you would never wear anything to cover them ever again.”

  She shivered at the darkness in his eyes. She imagined living with Lokmi, ordered to leave herself bare for his enjoyment whenever they were home. Available for him any time he wished to possess her.

  Her pussy spasmed. The heady fantasy made her wetter than ever with arousal.

  He left off kissing her breasts, but his big hands enveloped them, squeezing to make her squirm anew. His lips found other ground to cover, mouthing his way down the middle of her stomach.

  Hope’s breath caught. Would he kiss her all the way down? Would he kiss her—there?

  She cursed her lack of knowledge when it came to intimate pleasures. Hope knew the basics, the things a man and woman did to make children. She knew of a few criminal acts of lust which some people performed. Not all had sounded truly evil. Many had seemed titillating. Yet Hope had never imagined she would engage in any of them. To be caught performing in illicit carnal pleasuring would mean a horrific execution.

  Hope knew some of those illegal acts were perfectly natural for humans to perform. The Kalquorian males’ anatomies were designed for an act abhorrent to the Holy Leader’s edicts. Would another objectionable activity—one she really, really craved to indulge in as Lokmi ventured down past her navel—be regarded as normal to him?

  His grip on her breasts disappeared. The Imdiko grabbed the backs of her thighs and spread them up and out as he looked up at her with a wicked grin. “I smell something delicious,” he whispered.

  “Lokmi,” Hope whimpered, want filling her voice.

  “Lie quietly while I have a taste.”

  He bent to her, the warmth of his mouth seeping through her panties. A shock of electricity seized her, bowing her back. She kept silent, but her mouth opened wide in reaction.

  He nuzzled, his lips moving against the fabric that separated them, sending more reverberations through her core. Hope shattered under the incredible feeling of Lokmi’s blasphemous kisses. Her body moved without direction, grinding against the Imdiko’s face, feeling each nuance of pressure sending jolts all the way to her fingertips and toes. Her hands sank into the soft waves of his hair, holding on for dear life as he bestowed pleasure she’d never imagined possible.

  The best was still to come. He propped her legs over his shoulders. Pausing to flick her a glance and another naughty grin, he hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties. He pulled it aside to leave her sex open to his touch.

  Hope stopped breathing. Would he? Would he? She still wasn’t sure even as his face dipped down towards the luxuriant black curl
s of her womanhood.

  The soft, slow pressure of his tongue urging her nether lips apart ripped her senses to shreds. The feeling of him licking her there, tasting her there, lapping at her there was like nothing else she’d ever experienced. Hope felt so many things in the first instant Lokmi touched her bare pussy. There was fizziness, like a carbonated drink. Bright heat, like summer sunlight. Melting, like custard on a summer day. A cascade of chills. Surges of detonations, hinting at a greater explosion to come.

  Along with so many more sensations which had no names, which escaped all attempts at description.

  Hope was lost in them all, awash in a pleasure growing with every tinge of Lokmi’s kissing lips, his exploring tongue, even the careful occasional tug from his teeth. At moments, the rapture was too much, overwhelming her so that she tried to escape. He kept her trapped, forcing more of the mind-stealing bliss on her. In response, she sobbed quietly as tears of joy and torment leaked down her cheeks. Lokmi made her accept his amorous attentions even when she whispered how she couldn’t take a moment more, that he must stop or she’d go insane.

  Then he showed how easy he’d gone on her up to that point. His evil, wonderful, talented tongue left the trembling petals of her pussy, blazing a trail straight to her clit. He sealed his mouth around the erect bud and sucked it in. Then his tongue twined all around it, all over it, the rough surface abrading.

  Fireworks bloomed. Hope’s sex clenched hard as ecstasy billowed within her. She was at the cusp of orgasm, a mere moment from utter devastation, when she grabbed a pillow to bite into.

  Something pushed inside her pussy, searching, finding a spot of almost equal sensitivity to her clit. Hope had a moment to realize two of Lokmi’s fingers were rubbing within her when the cataclysm hit.

  Even with the pillow to muffle her, she choked down the would-be screams into low moans. Climax rolled through her, tides of excruciating sensuality which filled her whole being with starlight. Lokmi kept at her, mouthing her clit and thrusting into her pussy, drawing out the convulsions, making her come for him over and over.

  At last, he granted her a reprieve, removing his fingers from her sex. His tongue continued to play over her clit, making her shudder as the paroxysms reluctantly lessened. She was still lost in a carnal haze when slight pressure settled against her anus. So lost, in fact, that she didn’t tense up even when Lokmi pushed a slick finger inside the taut aperture.

  She blinked, taking a moment to acknowledge the intruder as it slid deeper in. A dark desire filled her as she found pleasure in this forbidden act. Lokmi was preparing her to satisfy his needs. He was readying her for his cocks.

  Under the influence of the Imdiko’s continued assault on her clit, glutted from the incredible orgasm she still felt the final pulses of, Hope ached for him to take her. She didn’t think about the size of his cocks or how she couldn’t possibly accommodate them. All that mattered was that she be joined with the man, that he be gratified as she had. That she be filled with his passion. That she be allowed to give herself entirely to his pleasure.

  Arousal had been spent, but Lokmi’s ongoing attentions kept Hope in a sensual thrall. Fresh excitement speared her as Lokmi made her take a second finger. Yes, he had every intention of sating himself with her body. He would fuck her, and she would let him.

  She would let him? As if she, tiny Hope Nath, would be able to stop a man so powerful. The realization of her ultimate helplessness should have terrified her. Instead, Hope’s pussy throbbed with renewed excitement to be so vulnerable.

  Lokmi released her greedy clit, and Hope whimpered a complaint. He chuckled and gazed into her eyes. His smile was knowing, and a little dangerous too. A thrill shot along Hope’s spine.

  “What an eager little lady you are,” the Kalquorian said. He moved up her body, kissing her just above the pubic triangle. “Such enthusiasm must be rewarded. Do you feel you’ve been rewarded, my lovely?”

  “Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “And now it’s your turn.”

  He kissed beneath her navel. “How sweet of you to return the favor. How do you propose to compensate me?”

  “However you want.”

  “Really?” Lokmi’s lips found her sternum. “Such a generous offer. And quite open to interpretation.” He kissed between her breasts. “Maybe I want more than you’re willing to give.”

  Hope felt crazed. She wanted something she’d never considered before: to surrender herself to someone. After the pleasure Lokmi had granted her, she was almost desperate to do so.

  “Anything,” she affirmed.

  He moved right, and she stiffened in anticipation. His lips closed over her breast, and he mouthed it until she writhed helplessly. He released her with a loud sucking sound. “I want to fuck your pussy with my main cock.”

  “Yes.”

  Lokmi slid left, moving snakelike to her other breast. He licked and kissed until he had her kicking the bed. “I want to shove my other cock in your ass. I want to fuck you there too.”

  “Yes. Yes!”

  He was moving up again, nipping her almost painfully with his teeth as he advanced. She gloried in the tiny hurts, as sweet as the pleasure he’d given. “You’ll give it all to me? Your perfect little cunt and ass? You’ll spread yourself open for me?”

  “Yes, damn you. All of it. Take it.”

  He was over her, looming above, his big body blotting out all else. Hope spread her legs as wide as she could, offering herself up like a sacrifice to the alien god. She shuddered with anticipation when he pulled his fingers free. She was ready for him.

  “Slow and easy,” he crooned, lowering his hips. “Easy, easy, easy,” when his main cock bumped against her female opening. He guided himself into her, nudging into her, his sex as wet as hers.

  Hope’s breath caught as the tapered tip slid within her. It caught again when the hard, wet heat of the second organ prodded her rear.

  “Good girl,” Lokmi whispered, pressing into her. “Open. Soft. Relaxed. Let me in, Hope.”

  He was sliding in whether she would let him or not, invading her. Impaling her with implacably hard, inflexible lengths. And he was big, bigger than she’d imagined a man would be.

  She was small, too small. Their combined slickness was easing him into her, but her sex and ass resisted the lengths pressing against their tight walls. She couldn’t take him. It was physically impossible.

  Yet despite the ache of her body’s attempts to accommodate Lokmi, there was heady pleasure too. Incredible pleasure. The kind of thrill which made thoughts break apart into meaningless fragments.

  When hurt began to overtake bliss, Lokmi intuited it right away. He stopped and eased back, granting her a moment to draw a shaking breath. Each time he retreated, her pussy flexed, as if entreating him to return, to force it to obey his demands. His gaze locked on her face, he forged in once more, filling her with heavy, terrible sweetness.

  Bit by bit, he eased inside, until at last Hope discovered he had fully pinned her to himself, with cocks and deep stare. He was all the way within her, and she hadn’t broken in half. She was a woman with a man, as so many women had been with men before. Somehow, it made her feel—well, not complete. Hope had been raised by parents who insisted she make herself whole without the help of others. But Lokmi made her feel more.

  So much more.

  “That’s it, little lovely,” Lokmi murmured, his breaths coming as fast as hers. “You’re all right.”

  She was a damned sight better than all right. Hope felt glowing, star-filled. It was incredible to be with a man. The nuns who’d taught her had made it seem sex would be a torment to endure, all for the sake of bringing children into the universe. Her mother had advised her better, but the idea planted by religion had been in a dark corner of Hope’s mind despite Faith’s assurances. In the sudden illumination brought by Lokmi’s gentle conquest, that notion withered and died.

  “It’s amazing,” she breathed. “You are amazing.”

  He c
huckled, and she felt the laughter through their connection. “I’m glad you think so.”

  Lokmi kissed her, a gentle fondling of lips which urged Hope to wind her legs around the gorgeous curves of his ass and press him closer. She reveled in the voluptuous fullness of his cocks deep in her pussy and ass, the sensation building to greater rapture as she acclimated to him.

  “Hope,” he moaned. He nipped her lower lip. The sliver of pain made her sex spasm. Hurt and bliss appeared to go hand-in-hand, she thought.

  Intuitive Lokmi seemed to have caught the connection. He cupped one breast, capturing one nipple between finger and thumb. He pinched, and a shock arrowed from the nub, heading for her impaled pussy. Along the way, it turned to excitement, making her spasm around his cocks.

  “Oh, nice,” he groaned. “I swear I could come without moving an inch.” He squeezed her other breast, eliciting the same reaction.

  Hope looked into the handsome face, with its beautiful alien eyes hooded in pleasure. Lokmi’s black hair spilled forward, a curtain which shadowed his visage, making him dark and mysterious. His stubbled jaw tightened, as if he braced himself for great effort.

  He drew back, leaving a void that felt vast. Before Hope could cry out against the absence, Lokmi thrust in once more.

  Had she been amazed at how his deft fingers had made her feel? This was hundreds of times more exciting. The friction against the most responsive bit inside of her set her hair on end.

  Lokmi kept moving back and forth, abrading that most intense part, his groin rubbing against her clit. Hope was seized by a pleasure far too profound to be believed. She was adjusting to his girth, and only ecstasy remained. She held tight, moving against him.

  He smiled, his handsome features turning dazzling. Breathtaking. Hope could scarcely believe this gorgeous god was making love to her. But he is, and doing so very well, thank you.

  “Give me your wrists,” Lokmi ordered, holding a hand out. He never broke rhythm, though he had to shift his weight a little.

  She blinked at him, but did as she was told. He had all the expertise, so who was she to naysay anything?