Alien Revolt (Clans of Kalquor Book 11)

by Tracy St. John

  She zeroed in on a nipple next, remembering the things Lokmi had done to hers. Were they as sensitive on a man? She swept her tongue over the tight button. Piras choked on an in-breath and came up on his toes. Apparently, they were.

  She gazed up at him as she pinched the hard tip, thinking of what a sliver of pain had done for her pleasure when she’d been the one surrendering. Piras stared into her face, his mouth open to let a whimper escape. His cocks jerked with enthusiasm.

  “Nice,” Hope purred. “Very nice.” She repeated the teasing to his other nipple, delighting in the prayerful way he said her name.

  She dropped back into her chair, lounging as she looked over the sweet servant to her desires. She’d gone as wet as she’d been with Lokmi. It was heady, having a man whose only wish was to fulfill her passion.

  She reached towards Piras lazily, reveling in her mastery over such a stunning creature. She ran her finger from the base of his front cock to its tip. He was as slick as she, if not more so. His cocks twitched at the attention, and he groaned helplessly. He groaned again when she licked her finger, taking in the sugared cinnamon-like flavor of his juices.

  Hope wanted those amazing cocks, but she’d really anticipated seeing one particular part of Piras in the flesh. She’d saved it for last, that bit which filled his uniform out so perfectly. It was time to end the anticipation.

  “Turn around, pretty man.”

  “Yes, Matara.” Piras turned his back to her, putting the gorgeous curve of his ass at eye level.

  It was everything she’d imagined. Two carved globes, muscular and pert and too damned perfect not to worship. Hope grabbed with both hands, rubbing the warm flesh, kneading it, enjoying it. Like the rest of him, it belonged to her, and she caressed the silky flesh with abandon.

  Enjoying the attention, Piras bent a little, thrusting his butt closer to her. He was being impudent again, Hope decided. Such a naughty boy. She gave him a smart smack on one cheek.

  A shiver ran the length of Piras’s body. His arousal scent grew stronger than before. Hope felt a surge of excitement to see how much he liked her correcting his behavior.

  “You have a beautiful ass, Piras. I like seeing my handprint on it. It’s like I’ve marked you as mine.”

  He shuddered. She smacked him again on the opposite cheek.

  “There. Now it’s a matched set. Property of Hope Nath.”

  Piras moaned.

  Hope wanted to moan too. Prophets, he was too incredible. “Turn around.”

  He did so. His cocks were right there, at lip level. Piras’s breath caught at the sight of himself so close to her mouth. Hope arched a brow at him.

  “Oh, do you think I should put my mouth on you? Lick those long, lovely cocks? Suck them down my throat?” She reached out and gripped the smaller of the two. “Is that what you wish me to do?”

  His voice came out strained. “I—I want—I want whatever you want, Matara.” His hips moved the slightest bit and halted. It was as if he’d started to push himself through her fist and remembered just in time to stop.

  “Is that so? You don’t care about what I desire. All you want is for me to swallow one of these. I think you want to feel my mouth and tongue, wet and warm, on you.” She gave him a wicked smirk. “Isn’t that right, Piras?”

  “Matara, I—I swear—I serve you. What I crave means nothing.”

  But it did, Hope realized. It mattered greatly what Piras wished, at least to her. And what he wanted was to be with someone who would think for him, someone strong enough to take the reins and let him be cared for—someone who would let him be the man he was when sex was on the menu.

  She moved from the smaller cock to the larger, stroking him at first gently and then more strongly, letting the rapt expression on his face tell her what felt best. She whispered to him, making sure he understood she was still in charge, that the burden was not his.

  “I like you hard in my hand, Piras. Showing me how much you want me. Ready to serve my desires, all of my desires. And what I intend to do is to play with you, to pleasure myself with you, to indulge all the fantasies being an Earther woman has kept me from.”

  Seeing a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his primary cock excited Hope. She released Piras and sat back. “Gather that on your finger and feed it to me. Offer your seed to me, pretty Piras.”

  He gave away his eagerness by moving so quickly she couldn’t follow. All at once, he was down on one knee, the milky drop atop his trembling fingertip and before her lips.

  Hope licked it off with heavy-lidded pleasure. “Mmm. My sweet man tastes sweeter still. Now it’s my turn to be tasted.”

  She pulled her top off. Her bra quickly followed, with her gaze riveted on Piras’s face to gauge his reaction. He licked his lips as her flagrantly pert nipples came into view. She settled back in the chair, touching her breasts and feeling warmth cascade to her pussy at the sensations she gave herself.

  Hope told Piras, “Lokmi said I’m extremely sensitive. He had a great deal of fun playing with my breasts because of how I reacted. Do you know what I found out while he enjoyed me? I discovered Kalquorian tongues are quite rough. They feel good on my tits.”

  Piras was panting as she fondled herself, his dark gaze hungry on her breasts. He made a keening sound deep in his throat.

  Hope smiled lazily, as if the pinches and pulls she performed on herself, with Piras watching, didn’t make her wet and desperate to have something in her pussy. “Lokmi’s tongue felt amazing. I wonder if you can make me feel as good as he did. What do you think, pretty Piras, with your strong jaw? Can you do all the wonderful things your Imdiko did for me? Go ahead. Lick my breasts. Suck my nipples. Make me—oh, yes! Make me feel good!”

  She’d cried out oh, yes because Piras did not wait for her to finish the command. His eager mouth seized her breast, drawing on it with unbridled enthusiasm. Lightning bolted straight from his lips to her clit.

  “Yes. Sweet prophets, yes,” Hope moaned as he kissed, lapped, and suckled her breasts in turn. Piras was every bit as good as Lokmi. Maybe better, since his only thought was to please her with no regard for his own wants. Hope let her head sink back to rest on the chair. She closed her eyes to better enjoy the Dramok’s excellent service.

  His tongue abraded a nipple delightfully, circling the areola and then flicking the hard tip. It sent pulses of warmth throughout her body. Heavy suction dragged the entirety of her small mound into his mouth, heating her flesh. He proceeded to the other breast, which jealously ached for his attention.

  Hope’s panties were soaked through. She couldn’t keep her thighs still as they rubbed together, granting her pussy light friction. Since Piras leaned over her legs, her knees kept bumping his lower stomach, but he didn’t complain. He didn’t protest and he didn’t miss a beat when it came to worshipping her tits.

  His teeth dragged over her breast, and Hope’s pussy gave a demanding throb. She’d had her arms clutched around his head, holding him against her chest. Now she released him and shoved his shoulders, making him back up. He did so with a moan of complaint.

  She ignored his dismay and pushed at the waistband of her pants. “Get this off me. Panties too.”

  Piras’s face lit up. He showed he was happy to help her get her clothes off. Moments later, she was as naked as him.

  The chair she sat in was huge, made for a Kalquorian. Hope had more than enough room to scoot her ass down and prop her legs open, displaying her pussy with blatant disregard for modesty. Fuck decorum. She was with a man who didn’t judge sexual urges. “What do you think of this?” she challenged.

  Piras stared, his lips wet, breath heaving, eyes dark. “You are beyond beautiful.” Once more, he forgot to ask permission and reached. It wasn’t her sex he clutched at though. His palms rubbed up and down her thighs. He leaned in and kissed his way up the inside of one leg, his mouth leaving hot, damp prints on her skin. He stopped short of her mound, instead moving to the other leg and kissing an identica
l trail up that one.

  He either remembered himself or was unwilling to go farther without her express approval. He stared up at her, his mouth a mere inch from her flexing pussy. If a man could have begged with his eyes, it was Piras. He trembled again, desperate want sinking into his face.

  Want which Hope shared. “Mouth and hands. Don’t come up until I climax.”

  “Yes, Matara. Thank you, Matara.” Spoken in a near sob.

  His mouth seized her. In a wash of passion, Hope ceased to think as his tongue dove into her core, moving in and out, fucking her determinedly. She cried out, her body arching against his face, seeking more contact. Excitement surged as Piras fought to shove more of his tongue inside, to delve deeper.

  Her hips bucked, rubbing her clit against his upper lip. The effervescent bliss made her pussy contract, heightening her need. Her hands slammed against the arms of the chair, and she clutched desperately as heady desire rose ever higher.

  Piras replaced his tongue with fingers, spearing her. His lips clamped around her clit. As he hammered into her womanhood, he sucked hard on the nerve-crowded bud, his tongue scraping over it. Hope’s feet kicked out as a wave of purest rapture tore through her guts.

  “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh,” she moaned as the delectable assault twisted her insides tight.

  While his mouth held her clit prisoner, Piras switched hands. Another set of fingers pounded deep, searching and finding the electric spot within that made her toes curl. With the fingers slick from her juices, he burrowed into her ass, filling her, awakening greater desire yet.

  Hope writhed as ecstasy leapt high. She felt the beginning flickers of the greatest pleasure of them all, the first sparks of the coming inferno. Piras worked her harder and faster, ushering her to the bright blooming light which beckoned.

  Rapture billowed. She was igniting, the blaze catching hold. Close. Nearly there. She could sense its arrival, coming in at thundering speed, ready to crash down on her.

  Hope was barely aware she’d grabbed handfuls of Piras’s hair. She clutched him tight to her, riding his face, forcing him to give her the cataclysm she needed, the beautiful destruction that felt like divine right. Then it was on her, sweeping her away, tearing her apart in shattering bursts of gorgeous annihilation.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  The detonations came hard and quickly. Hope lost herself in the maelstrom, glorying in chaos, pulling on the back of Piras’s head, making him give her blast after blast of ecstasy. He moaned into her pussy, as if as enthralled.

  The storm began to pass, the surges easing bit by bit until Hope was loose-limbed on the hover chair again. She gazed at the beaming Piras kneeling before her. Hopeful pride and her juices covered his face.

  Good night. That was amazing. Heady power suffused her to see the big man waiting for praise and perhaps even his just reward for a job well done.

  It had been as good as surrendering to Lokmi. But which did she like better—commanding or obeying?

  Heaven help me, I can’t decide.

  Hope reached to stroke Piras’s tangled hair, easing the knots she’d created when she’d taken what she’d wanted from him. “Well done, Piras. You made me extremely happy, if you didn’t notice.”

  A brilliant grin split his face. “Thank you, Matara.”

  She had a look at his crotch. The poor man was swollen to the point where Hope couldn’t believe his erections weren’t painful. “I suppose you’d like a little relief yourself.”

  “If the Matara allows it, I will be grateful. If you do not choose to grant me release, I am satisfied that I have served you well.”

  No, she couldn’t deny him. He’d done all she’d told him to. Hope couldn’t imagine being so cruel as to make Piras remain the way he was.

  Besides, Hope’s pussy, the greedy thing, was demanding it be fed a cock. Fucking Piras would do them both a lot of good. The only question was, how did she wish to have him?

  Hope was contemplating different scenarios as Piras leisurely lapped her pussy when the door suddenly opened. Kila’s voice preceded his and Lokmi’s entrance. “Piras, if you have—oh.”

  The door shut behind them. Hope froze and stared at the two men. They stared back, mouths hanging open.

  Piras, her very good boy, kept licking.

  Chapter 14

  Lokmi recovered from his surprise first. “Well, I see the two prettiest people I know are having fun.”

  Kila shook off the shock with effort, then turned his smug grin to the Imdiko. “I thought I was the prettiest person you knew.”

  Piras’s tone was pure Dramok control as he paused pleasuring his mistress. “How about excusing yourselves instead of hanging around? We didn’t ask for an audience.”

  Despite the don’t-mess-with-me snarl in Piras’s tone, Kila messed with him. The big, scarred Nobek gave the man between Hope’s legs a glare that could have frozen fire. Hope cringed a little, terrified he might turn his stare on her. However, he kept his gaze on Piras. “Did your lady tell you that you could talk, boy?”

  Just like that, the command slipped from the admiral. He even cringed as he said, “No, Nobek.”

  “Then I suggest you busy your disobedient mouth with what she did tell you to do. Now.”

  Piras immediately had his face in Hope’s crotch again. Though she still hadn’t recovered from the surprise discovery, her body responded to the ardent kissing and licking.

  Kila smiled at her apologetically, as if he’d reprimanded Piras for putting his elbows on the dinner table. Other than the hot gaze he raked her with, the Nobek made no comment about her nakedness or the fact she was being orally pleasured by his Dramok and commanding officer. “Piras forgets his place sometimes. Would you like me to punish him?”

  Piras’s breath caught, but he kept devouring her. In fact, he increased his efforts, though he rolled his eyes up to watch Kila.

  Hope stifled a groan as excitement surged. “How would you do that?”

  Kila’s aspect turned evil. He approached the desk and opened a drawer. From its depths, he withdrew what resembled a riding crop. Hope’s suspicions were confirmed when Piras made a noise deep in his throat and wiggled. The sound and motion appeared to Hope to be equal parts anticipation and anxiety.

  She eyed the crop with concern, though she understood it wasn’t for her. “He told me he wouldn’t submit to anything extreme.”

  “No blood, but he enjoys a little marking. A welt or two excites him. Would you like to see?”

  There was one answer to that, since Kila was so sure Piras would be willing. Besides, the Dramok had not contradicted him. “Show me.”

  Lokmi came over and sat on the edge of the desk next to Hope, his expression delighted. “Piras should continue to serve her as you punish him, my Nobek. His mouth is quite nice, isn’t it, Matara?

  Piras’s tongue flicked against her clit, and a melting sensation filled her groin. Hope said, “I’ve noticed. Yes, let him do that while you punish him.”

  She wanted to see how someone experienced with controlling others took a naughty submissive man to task. She watched closely as Kila flicked the crop against Piras’s ass, or at least as closely as the Dramok’s talented lips and tongue let her. However, the redder his ass got, the more intent the whimpering Piras seemed to become to satisfy her. Before long, she was closing in on rapture once more, and she lost all interest in Kila’s technique. Watching Piras’s ass jerk under the blows and hearing the flat slapping sound of leather against flesh consumed her senses.

  As Hope moaned under the far sweeter assault of Piras’s mouth and fingers, Lokmi added to the excitement. He slid off the desk to bend over her. The Imdiko kissed and fondled her breasts the way Hope liked. His caresses were demanding, and she was helpless to his passion as he nipped and pinched the peaked mounds to pained enjoyment.

  One man controlled her. She and Kila controlled another. Hope was subservient and dominant all at once, and both extremes enthralled her. In the midst of crestin
g bliss, she tried to decide which role was better—and couldn’t. The contest ended as orgasm whirled her away. She no longer cared who was in charge.

  Warm washes of profound delight gradually receded, bringing Hope back to herself a little at a time. When she sighed with smiling completion, Kila ended the whipping.

  Hope pushed Piras away. He went reluctantly. Kila grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back so he was forced to rest his buttocks on his heels. Piras made no complaint except to grimace in pain.

  Lokmi went back to perching on the desk. He and Kila’s uniforms were tented with excitement as avid as Piras’s. Yet the Imdiko’s tone was casual when he asked, “Now that you’ve tried surrender and control, which side would you say you land more on?”

  “I don’t know. So far, I enjoy them equally, I think.” Hope flashed a mischievous grin. “I guess I’d better continue exploring both.”

  Kila chuckled, a dark and evil sound which made her insides jitter in the most delightful way. “Lucky you, we’re the right clan for it. Possibly the only clan to help you decide.” He patted Piras’s head. “Not too many Kalquorians are willing to bottom for anyone else. Dramoks like this one are rarer still.”

  “I could hardly believe it when he told me it’s what he needs. Unfortunately, I don’t have any experience with being in charge of sex.”

  Kila arched a brow at her. “You seemed to be doing all right when we came in. What were you about to do before we interrupted?”

  “Have intercourse.” Hope’s face heated. “I thought I’d be on top, but I hadn’t gotten beyond that.”

  “It’s a good start,” Lokmi encouraged. “Piras is yours to do with as you wish. Tell him what you want.”

  Piras had been kneeling with his head bowed and hands behind his back. Hope thought it must be the way Kila and Lokmi made him sit for them. She saw the bright blue-purple of his eyes peeking up at her through the black sheet of hair which had fallen over his face, however. His cocks had not diminished in the slightest from Kila’s spanking.

  Hope had enjoyed some pain too, when Lokmi had taken her on the battlecruiser. The teasing that he could spank her had been more enthralling than frightening. It made Hope wonder if having Kila’s crop snapping against her ass would thrill her as much as it did Piras.