With dominance came great responsibility. Hope felt a twinge of guilt to see she’d neglected her Dramok’s needs for even a few minutes.
“Someone needs to be used,” Lokmi said. His voice was sluggish, but he sat up, having collapsed much as Hope had.
“He did a good job,” Kila said, stirring as well. “Who’s got the strength to take care of him?”
“Me,” Hope said. “But you two can help.”
Piras’s eyes brightened as they discussed his fate. Hope quelled the urge to grin and give him sweet, sentimental kisses. He did better with a firm hand. The sappy stuff could come later, after he’d been taken care of.
“Hold him down,” she told the other two, sitting up and eyeing his graceful body with appreciation. “Make sure he doesn’t try anything.”
With answering grins, they moved in on their trembling Dramok. They put him on his back and stretched him out. Lokmi pinned his arms over his head, and Kila restrained his legs.
“My Dramok,” Hope said, stroking his cocks with delicate fingertips, teasing the twitching flesh.
“My Matara,” he gasped, his face lit with suffering and joy.
She played with him, offering his cocks the lightest of touches, the barest of licks, the softest of kisses. She antagonized his desperate flesh with barely-there pleasures, sharing smiles with the other two as he pleaded for more. She waited until Piras sounded truly desperate—and her well-satisfied pussy had re-awakened by his helplessness and hunger for her—before climbing atop him.
Hope sighed with contentment as she sank down, enveloping the moaning Dramok’s cocks in her ass and pussy. Hers. For the rest of their lives, this was her man to take, her man to enjoy. To love. She hadn’t known such pleasure in years. Possibly ever.
As Hope sat on her gorgeous, eager-to-please Dramok, she reveled in her mastery once more. She privately celebrated the whole of the union with Clan Piras. Had there ever been a more perfect bond than with these three? By the kind and benevolent prophets, she’d been blessed after the years of terror and uncertainty. This was her reward.
She vowed to enjoy every second of it.
Hope pressed her palms against the rock-hard abdomen of her Dramok, using the rigid swells there for support as she rocked over his pleasing flesh. She ground against him in slow circles each time she captured the whole of him within, giving delicious friction to her clit. He moaned in equal enthrallment. Yes, his pleasure meant as much to her as her own did. That she could grant it to him was a gift in its own right. Piras had so much on his shoulders, so many decisions to face as he tried to outwit the Basma. It seemed more than fair she should join with Kila and Lokmi in giving him shelter from the overwhelming responsibility thrust upon him.
Safe with me. I’ll keep you and hold you and shelter you from all your cares when we’re together like this.
It was a worthwhile vow to make to the men who she’d committed herself to, especially this one. It was the least Hope could do for Piras, who’d rescued her father and Charity when it went against his best interests to do so. She owed him. More importantly, she wanted to grant him everything she had to give.
Hope fucked her helpless lover, her co-conspirator, her friend—her Dramok. She did it in ways that made him sob with delight, that made him look at her with devotion. She did her best to earn the adoration he whispered to her, the undying love he swore.
As craving’s fire swept through her yet again, as she called for Piras’s desire to join hers, as they both cried out with release which melded their bodies together, Hope knew tranquility for the first time since Armageddon. She could be strong when she needed to be. She could be weak too. She could be herself in all her different facets. No matter which Hope Nath she was, she would be safe with her clan, with Piras, Kila, and Lokmi.
Minutes later, Hope snuggled in the arms of her clan. She basked in the attention they gave her as they settled from the incredible sharing. She listened to their wondrous words of how much they loved her, the men making her their center and talking of anything but the months of spying and fighting ahead. They spoke of a Kalquorian Empire once more in harmony with itself, one in which their names were cleared and they were welcomed home. It would be her home as well, one in which her father and sister would be wanted too.
Hope listened and smiled. The future seemed bright, but she was perfectly happy in the present. Yes, there was a war out there yet to win, one she would participate in as the Matara of Clan Piras. The weeks, and perhaps months ahead would be filled with danger. For now, however, there was peace within her. She was already where she needed to be.
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
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
Shalia’s Diary Book 10
THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:
Drop Dead Sexy
Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
Animal Attraction
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