Wotref waited for the chatter to quiet before continuing. “To that end, I’ll now introduce you to this ship’s weapons commander, Nobek Oses. Commander?”
A fierce and stunning specimen of Kalquorian stepped forward. Oses is big. I swear, his muscles have muscles. Seriously, the man was huge-hot-scary-delicious. Pregnancy hormones must be hitting me hard, because I’ve never thought much about men who are that musclebound. I had a lot of thoughts checking out Oses.
His voice was as big and rough as his body. “Good day, Mataras. We’ll begin running evacuation drills in the next few days, overseen by myself and other members of the ship’s security team. Under the supervision of your liaisons, you will learn what to do if this ship is attacked by hostiles.”
I glanced at Betra, standing off to the side of the gathered Kalquorians. He was watching me and gave me a wink when our gazes met. His attitude was relaxed. I only noticed that I had tensed when his ease helped me achieve my own.
Oses kept talking. “Your groups have been assigned to escape shuttles, and you’ll be taught how to reach them quickly and safely. To keep you ready in case of such an emergency, we will run these drills daily until I am satisfied you are prepared. After that, we’ll cut the practice to once a month.”
“How likely is it we’ll be attacked?” somebody called.
Oses shook his head. “Highly improbable. Kalquor’s main enemy at this time are the Tragooms, and they rarely attempt to take on our destroyers. With two flanking us, they are almost assuredly not going to bother us.”
“What about Earther battlecruisers? They’re a match for three or four of your destroyers, aren’t they?”
Somebody else chimed in. “Yeah, didn’t several of them not surrender after Armageddon? There must be a few hundred at large.”
“More like a couple thousand,” another woman said.
Oses smiled, no doubt attempting to comfort the worried women. Hell, he should have just flexed for them. The man appeared as if he could take apart a battlecruiser with his bare hands. “They are in hiding. None have tried to engage with us since your government elected to destroy Earth.”
I soon grew bored with the continued questions. They were the same concerns voiced over and over in slightly different ways: how great of danger was the ship in, who could attack us, who could mount a successful attack against us, etcetera, blah, blah, and more blah. Sure, the thought of what’s between us and Kalquor is scary, but we’re committed to our destination no matter what.
More than once I suppressed an urge to shout at them to shut up and deal with it already. I was impressed with the patience Nobek Oses and Captain Wotref answered the unending questions. Wotref looked tired, but he didn’t complain about soothing frazzled nerves. Everyone at the front of the room displayed only calm. In the end, that eased the initial panic better than answering the questions fired at them.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to interrogate Betra the instant it was over. I had protested to Candy about asking him questions, but I wanted the real story. In my experience, if the powers that be are readying you for the worst, they expect the worst to happen.
As the officers filed out of the dining room and the liaisons moved towards their wards, I bounced in my seat. Oses stopped Betra before he could head our way. The Nobek leaned close and spoke a few words. Betra shook his head, keeping his gaze averted from the huge weapons commander. When Oses tried to step closer to him, Betra broke away and moved towards our group, walking quite fast. Oses watched him come to us before turning and taking his leave.
I thought there must be a story there, but I was more interested in things that impacted me and my friends.
My liaison was barely within earshot when I asked, “Real deal, Betra. What is the chance of this ship being attacked?”
He made a face at me and acted as if he might not answer, but the other gals of his group chimed in. He was forced to hold his hands up in surrender.
“The drills are a precaution. A few transports have gone ahead of us, and none of them have been threatened yet.”
“But it’s a possibility?” Katrina asked. “It must be, or there wouldn’t be these drills.”
Betra sat down, perching his big gorgeous self next to me. I had a momentary flash of his naked body working mine and shivered. He glanced at me questioningly. I gave him my most innocent look, which was a mistake. The Imdiko narrowed his eyes. He’s figured out when I play angelic is when I’m at my worst.
“Yes, there is the chance we’ll be challenged by our enemies. Because the majority of the Kalquorian fleet went to Earth, and a large portion of the rest remained patrolling our empire to keep it safe, there are unprotected areas along our route.”
Candy chewed her lower lip. “Are there any species we should be worried about besides Tragooms and our own renegade fleet?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Not even Bi’isils?” I asked. “We could never prove anything, but those nasty bastards abducted Earthers.”
Betra cocked an eyebrow at me. “Bi’is would be stupid to challenge our destroyers. Not because we can easily beat them; their technology is as good, if not better, than ours. However, they have signed treaties with the Galactic Council about attacking and enslaving fellow members. It would mean major trouble for them to break that.”
I was reassured the ugly little Greys had little potential to bother us. One less enemy is a plus, in my book.
After a few more questions, the gang dispersed. I almost went with Katrina and Candy as they headed out, discussing what our unhappy virgin would wear at her salon tonight. But I felt the heat coming off Betra’s body. He smelled as delicious as a male could smell, too. My senses attuned to him, stronger than any man before. Maybe it’s some hormonal thing.
I knew how delicious I smelled to him, and it was no surprise when to note him regarding me with bald want. Heat surged in my gut.
“My quarters?” I asked.
Betra stood and bowed. “Thank you,” he said, and waited for me to rise. We managed to walk casually, though I preferred to sprint for my bed.
When we reached my quarters, I led Betra straight to my sleeping mat. He drew me in his arms.
“This round, we take our time. I am enjoying you as much as I can,” he whispered. “Tell me what excites you, Shalia. Tell me what feels best.”
“I prefer a strong, bold man,” I told him. “A guy who takes what he desires, but takes care of me too.”
Betra grinned, his eyes lighting up. “In other words, you are perfect for Kalquorian men, who tend towards domination.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I do.” He searched my expression. “If I tell you what to do, you’ll enjoy that? If I demand obedience?”
My stomach flip-flopped. “Try it and see.”
Betra pressed a hungry kiss to my lips and then released me to step back. “Undress for me.”
I did as I was told. I took my time as I unbuttoned my blouse. I let my skirt slide from my hips and legs. I slipped my bra off and had my panties fall to my ankles. Without Betra’s bidding, I turned around to let him have a slow gander at what he was about to enjoy.
Betra licked his lips. “One of the things I dislike about being with other male Kalquorians, other than the fact that it has no appeal to me whatsoever, is that they expect Imdikos to be submissive. I am not a submissive man.”
I gave him a crooked smile. “I enjoy surrender. I guess this is your lucky day.”
“I’m getting that. How submissive?” He licked his lips again. “How are you with pain? Bondage?”
My stomach heated at his words. “I adore being restrained. As for the pain, I’m all right with a little. Nothing too crazy. If I tell you sholt, you’d damned sure better stop right then and there.”
Betra grinned. “You’ve had some practice at this with my people.”
“The pregnancy didn’t tip you off?”
He laughed. “I meant with the whole domination and surrender idea
.”
“Yeah, that too.”
We grinned at each other. Then something dark, dangerous, and exciting slid into Betra’s expression. He said, “You misbehave quite a bit, don’t you little girl?”
Oh boy. I got that hot twisting in my gut that said I’d be losing my head soon. “I’m exceptionally naughty,” I agreed. My voice came out all breathy, in a barely-heard whisper.
Betra looked me up and down, his expression proprietary. The cinnamon-sweet scent of arousal wafted to my nostrils. I trembled all over, and a corner of his lips lifted.
He sat on the edge of my bed and motioned me over. “You may lay yourself over my legs for punishment.” His gaze narrowed as I started towards him, ready to obey. “Thank me for seeing to your correction.”
My lips moved, but I had no voice left at all. I mouthed, “Thank you,” at him. Wetness poured from my pussy.
I bent over Betra’s legs, placing my weight on those granite thighs and offering myself for what I guessed would be a spanking. It reminded me of being spanked by Dusa and Esak. The memory of that sweet, hot pain had me gasping as I clutched the bedding for support. I wondered how an Imdiko’s discipline would compare to that of a Dramok and Nobek.
It turned out Betra was no slouch in the punishment department. His hand was as unforgiving as the wooden paddles my teachers used on me in elementary school. He spanked me like he meant it. His other palm stayed between my shoulder blades, pinning me down no matter how I struggled. In the end, I called him every name in the book.
However, I never said the magic word that would stop him. Even as my ass turned into toasted hell, my pussy poured as hard as my eyes. I think I’ve kind of figured this thing out. It’s not so much the pain I’m into. I have to say I’m not getting off on that part at all. There are other factors that outweigh hurt. For one thing, it gets me high. If the torment goes on long enough, endorphins kick in and this sense of peace comes over me. It’s a weird thing; I’m in pain and yet everything calms in my head. I love that, especially since I rarely have moments of serenity when left to my own devices.
I also get off on giving myself up to Betra, because it makes him happy. Similar to the other Kalquorian men I’ve gotten up close and personal with, he loves to be in control. It gets him off, literally. His erections were poking me in the ribs long before the spanking ended. He gasped with excitement over the loud smacks on my ass and my yells. I thought he’d spill before we went any further with our play.
More than any of that, however, I like being under a man’s command. Well, I appreciate the power of a man I more or less trust to not really hurt me. Or maybe it’s that I’m partial to being under the dictates of a man that I’ve handed myself over to. Am I making any sense with this? Probably not.
Anyway, the simple act of putting myself over Betra’s thighs, understanding I was getting a spanking...it excited me. Realizing he would take his pleasure with my body however he saw fit...oh my heavens. There was no end to the possibilities of what he could decide to do to me, and I had committed myself to letting him. Putting myself in his care, for good or ill, had an amazing effect on my libido. I didn’t have to make any decisions with this like I do with the rest of my life. I didn’t have to worry over doing something wrong. All I had to do was whatever I was told. It was selfish and wonderful and freeing, even if that big hand did make it difficult to sit without a pain inhibitor later.
When it was over, Betra turned me over. He studied me, his expression pleased but determined.
He said, “Seeing you with your mascara smeared excites me. You look well used, and we’re only getting started. Very nice, pet. Very, very nice. Now kneel on the floor and put that pretty mouth on my cocks.”
Betra helped me position my shaking body, his assistance as solicitous as one might expect from the gentlest lover. Once I was on my knees, my hands braced against his thighs to steady myself, he opened the straining crotch seam of his uniform. His cocks spilled out in front of my face, unleashing a delicious ‘Sunday morning French toast for breakfast’ smell. He was rigid with eagerness and wet too. My simmering arousal bubbled. Damn, I could barely wait to service those twin lengths.
Betra’s fingers combed through my hair and gripped around my scalp. “I have you. You may put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”
I did as he commanded, once more sensing that thrilling rush at being at his mercy. Maybe it showed, because he smiled, turning that handsome mug gorgeous.
“Good girl. Now keep your gaze on my face. Watch me while I fuck those soft lips. Open up for me.”
I rolled my eyes up as my jaw dropped open to receive him. Keeping his hand on fisted in my hair, Betra grasped his larger cock and moved it upward out of the way. At the same time, he slid the smaller member in.
I moaned as that wondrous sharp-sweet flavor coated my tongue. Betra’s pupils flared wide as he pumped himself in and out, fucking. The way he undulated as he took me made the front seam of his formsuit, opened for his cocks, part farther and farther up his gorgeous torso, baring his well-cut abs and chest. The motion of his hips rolled up his body, moving as sinuous as a snake. Damn, the man was beautiful. He was so amazing that I could almost believe I didn’t deserve to suck his dick.
That bit of rocky self-esteemed spurred me to prove my worthiness. I rubbed my tongue all over the length driving in and out, sucking on him until my cheeks caved in. His groan was akin to a standing ovation, telling me I made him feel amazing. Worthiness achieved.
I lost myself in making his breath quicken and urging him to moan and groan. The view was splendid as I did so. His formsuit had opened up to his throat, leaving that magnificent chest bare. His nipples were taut, dark brown points, jutting from those muscular hills. I keep calling Betra beautiful, but the word does him no justice. He is stunning, especially when I’m on my knees at his feet.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now you’ll make a little noise for me.”
With that, he shoved his smaller cock in, reaching partly down my throat. I gagged, and he pulled free again. He resumed shorter strokes as I coughed around his cock.
“Lovely,” Betra breathed. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Okay, so it hadn’t been the most comfortable thing I’d ever had done to me. Yet it worked for the giving mindset I was in. I ached to have Betra pleased with my performance. I wanted him to know he could have whatever he wished. To that end, I was proud I hadn’t struggled when he’d gagged me with his prick. Hell, I hadn’t even moved my hands from where they clasped behind my back.
I recovered from the intrusion down my throat, resuming sliding my tongue all over that delicious dick. He made happy sounds. Then his grip tightened against my skull, warning me I was about to receive a throatful again.
Betra shoved deep, and I made what seemed to me to be some pretty ugly sounds. However, he liked it, moaning and telling me I was a good girl.
Betra slipped from my mouth and pointed the larger cock at me. “Now this,” he said, his eyes dark with anticipation. “That’s my girl.”
I couldn’t help but sigh with enjoyment as I tasted sweet-salty-spicy pre-cum when I took his prick. I do love how Kalquorians taste. They are all similar, yet there are slight differences. Dusa’s flavor had a kind of tanginess. Weln’s was the sweetest. Asshole – ahem, the commander who will not be named – had the spiciest bite. Esak’s was the most balanced, I think.
Betra had a savory saltiness that pleased me. Excuse my frankness, but I could have sucked that cock all day. I licked and mouthed to get more of him. He rewarded me by lubricating heavily and groaning. I should have won an award for how much noise I got that Imdiko to make.
He fucked me with his bigger cock, holding my head still while his hips swung, feeding me with short strokes. I had a pretty solid indication he planned to pull that throat-fuck shit again, so I readied myself for it. Sure enough, after a few moments he slid deep down. I had managed to relax into it so it wasn’t so uncomforta
ble, but since he’d enjoyed me making yarking noises, I obliged him with those. His moans were loud
Betra adored this particular activity so intently that it wasn’t long before he was gasping and grimacing in a way that told me he wouldn’t last much longer. After a few minutes, he pulled out so only the tip remained between my lips. He released my head with one hand and stroked himself hard.
“I’m going to watch myself come in your mouth,” he said, breathing fast. “Here it is, Shalia. Here...it...comes...oh!”
I accepted the flood of his offering, watching as his whole body tensed and trembled. As dominating as he’d chosen to be during our encounter, there was a sweet vulnerability as Betra climaxed. I was fascinated to see his pleasure laid bare, nothing held back. It occurred to me in that moment that while my lover had been in command, it was power I’d given to him and it was by my consent that he’d found such bliss. It was pretty heady stuff.
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