After that first orgasm, I heard him snarling in my ear. “Did you think I couldn’t be savage? Did you believe I wouldn’t fuck you senseless? Is that what you believed, my precious Shalia?”
His animal thrusts and wicked growls were enthralling. I rode on his threatening words straight into another mind-blowing climax.
I was a believer, all right.
Spasm after spasm tore through me. I couldn’t stop the explosions that had me screaming Cifa’s name over and over. I was barely aware that his rhythm was growing erratic, that he had gone rigid over. A cry ripped from his throat and his cock jolted. He was coming, filling me with his seed, becoming a part of me.
It was paradise. Sheer paradise.
Yet it was not enough. Cifa had bitten me, and I rode the wave of bliss and arousal. When Larten nudged the Imdiko…cautiously and with playful humor after Cifa’s show of temper…I was more than ready to have a helping of Nobek. Fortunately for Larten, post-coitus Cifa was in a much better mood.
He turned red as he stepped aside. “I’m sorry I was nasty, my Nobek. I lost my head. You’ll understand when you join with her.”
“Which better be soon,” I insisted, the toxin-enhanced arousal riding me hard.
Larten chuckled, and he winked at Cifa. “I wouldn’t mind seeing a touch of that temper when we fight for dominance, my Imdiko. You’re hot when you’re horny and angry.”
Seot helped the sheepishly grinning Cifa away, since he seemed weak-kneed at the moment. I was impatient. What was with all the talk? I needed that Nobek and his big, hard dicks. Pronto.
“Come here!” I yelled and lunged up to wrap my arms around his neck and jerk him down on me.
“Oh, here’s another who likes it rough. My pleasure, lovely girl,” he snarled, feral in an instant.
We tussled for a brief moment. I’m in no way claiming I could take out a fierce fighter such as Larten…not for a second would I come out on top against him. Since I wanted to fuck and not fight, he had me helpless in a twinkling. I was unceremoniously tossed in the air to land on my front on the bed.
“Ah, there’s that gorgeous ass,” Larten exulted as he straddled me, resting enough of his weight on my thighs to keep me pinned. “Now to figure out exactly what I should do with it.”
“Fuck it.” Desire grew unbearable under the influence of Cifa’s bite. “Fuck me before I lose my mind.”
“I’ll get to that soon enough,” the big man said. “In the meanwhile, it needs to be worshipped. It is too beautiful to merely fuck.”
I whined and kicked, empty since Cifa had moved out of me. Only Larten could end that desolate sensation.
“None of that.” Larten’s enormous rough palms cupped my buttocks and rubbed, massaging them with harsh strength.
His touch heightened my need. I moaned and wriggled desperately. Being pushy and begging hadn’t gotten me anywhere. What did I have left?
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Larten said in a breezy voice. “I believe you are the wonderful kind of woman who appreciates a little – zest – with her pleasure? A bit of intense sensation?”
As if things weren’t intense enough. My enhanced libido was screaming for relief, and Larten kept me vulnerable and kneading my rear. “Please, Larten,” I groaned.
“Of course, lovely. Intensity it is.”
His touch left my ass. The loss sent me into confusion. Having my butt fondled had driven me nuts with want, but the feeling of emptiness was compounded by no longer feeling his touch. Ugh! I didn’t know what made me more miserable.
Then the spanking began. I discovered how heavy and hard that Nobek’s punishment could be, which was fierce. As a trainer, this guy was used to letting people have the full force of discipline.
My ass was flaming hell in short order. I twisted and slammed my hands over and over onto the mat’s surface in agony as Larten showed me his version of ‘intense’. I yelled in counterpoint to the meaty smacks he delivered. He had me down, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about the punishment.
I had a couple things in my corner as that man tormented me. One, I was full of Kalquorian venom, which transformed every fucking touch into an erotic experience. Second, I am Shalia Monroe, which means I’m a kinky bitch who loves that shit even without the intoxicant. Larten had me pegged, all right.
I could have called a halt to it at any moment, and Larten would have stopped. Seot and Cifa watched to ensure I didn’t let it go too far. I was safe to indulge in my inclination for a little pain and a lot of helplessness. Larten swatted, and I enjoyed my slice of benign agony.
True to form, passion grew by the second as the hurt increased. I writhed in equal parts delight and distress. Then the endorphin rush hit, and my brain went bye-bye.
Sweet serenity descended, taking me out of my head. I couldn’t think. The spanking was no longer painful. Desire rolled through me in sweet, undemanding surges. I no longer felt desperate to climax. I didn’t have the instinctive need to escape the spanking. I could have stayed there forever, riding that smooth wave of euphoria where all was peaceful arousal, as bright as the sun on a cloudless day.
I had animal awareness that my pained cries had transformed into moans of bliss. Warmth from the discipline filled me with balmy pleasure. “Yes,” I sighed to my wonderful warden. “More.”
I later realized my groans of encouragement had pushed Larten to the breaking point. The punishment suddenly ended. Those amazing, harsh hands gripped my hips and hauled them up, angling me for abrupt invasion.
The forceful way I had to accept him, larger cock shoving determinedly in my ass and smaller spearing my pussy, was a gorgeous sensation, deepening the enchanted state of my mind. I heard the word yes chanted over and over, like a call to prayer. It was me urging my lover on.
Larten needed no urging. His groin battered my superheated flesh as he drove against me. He yanked my hips back and forth, making me take his powerful thrusts deep and fast. Sensation ballooned within me, fighting to break free. It grew more profound, more desperate, shoving aside the peaceful desire I’d wallowed in.
My pussy lurched under the assault, turning lust ferocious. Every inch of me lit with painful craving. I turned into a rabid animal, thrashing as climax stampeded towards me, overtook me, trampled me.
It did not end. Every thrust set off another rush of maddened ecstasy, a new convulsion. I was obliterated again and again until Larten’s howl rang in my ears and he went still, straining as he jolted in me.
At last the seizures wracking my guts eased, and I roused to discover I’d been rolled onto my back to gaze into the crushed-velvet midnight sky. Cifa scooped his arm beneath my back and pulled me up to sitting so Seot could tilt a water pouch against my lips. I drank, and the cold, refreshing liquid helped me recover my scattered thoughts.
I blinked at the prone, glassy-eyed Larten stretched beside me. “Was I as good as Cifa told you?”
His only answer was a drawn-out groan, much to Cifa and Seot’s amusement. They laughed at their fallen warrior, and Cifa taunted, “I told you so.”
“Shut up, okay? I’m replaying the best time of my life, and you’re interrupting.”
Seot was already naked, and he looked ready to joust. I was made of rubber though. I knew the cure for my weakness, thank goodness. “Stim tab.”
Cifa had shown up prepared. He held the pick-me-up in front of my lips. I stuck my tongue out and the tab dissolved on it. “One minute,” I told the waiting Dramok.
“As long as you need,” he said, though his eyes were dark. Even in the low light, I could see the pulse pounding through the veins standing out on his cocks.
A wash of vitality chased the loose-limbed feeling from me. I ached from the tremendous climaxes I’d enjoyed, but I’d waited far too long to get my pussy on this particular man. I was going to have him if it killed me.
He watched me, his slight smile growing larger at whatever he saw on my face. He nudged Larten with his foot and signaled Cifa wi
th a jerk of his head. “Make room, clanmates. I’ve been the gentleman letting you go first, but my manners are suddenly in short supply.”
Larten obeyed by rolling to the end of the mat. Cifa chuckled and stood. He went to the side of the platform walled in by the ship’s hull. He glanced at the monitor to check on the baby.
Meanwhile, Seot stretched out on the bed where Larten had been. His shafts stood up at perfect right angles to his body, gleaming in the light of three moons. He looked as if he offered himself as sacrifice, except for the wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Ooh. Is this all for me?” Though I’m not often a fan of being on top, my inner cowgirl took notice. Riding this stallion had definite appeal. “I get to control you?”
He arched a brow. “Do I look like you could control me?”
Um. That would be an emphatic ‘no’. Seot is a muscled god, the likes of which statues would be modeled on. Mighty and definitely the king of control.
He grinned at me. “I see that you understand. Mount me, you gorgeous woman.”
“If you insist,” I teased, but my heart was going into overdrive. I was finally getting to love him.
Kalquorians, even with their trim waists, are larger than Earther men. Straddling Seot meant my thighs were spread wide. I had to support a lot of my weight on my arms. I did a lot better squatting rather than trying to kneel over him.
He grasped his cocks to center them on my entrances. “Lower yourself. Fuck me.”
His tone was mild, but as always with Seot, that note of gentle command could not be missed. Or disobeyed. I settled onto him, shivering as his primary nudged through my folds.
“Slowly. I want to feel every moment of you surrounding me,” he said, his voice going husky.
I sank down, enclosing him in my flesh. Having been well-fucked already, Seot went in easily. I had to hold back to avoid enveloping him too fast.
I’d taken no more than two inches and his rear sex was only starting to burrow into my ass when his breath caught. “That’s – that’s good. Ancestors yes, that’s good.” His eyes rolled.
“Told you,” Cifa snickered in a low voice.
I kept sinking down, sheathing him in increments. He gripped my hips, stopping me occasionally so he could relish the sensations. “Amazing,” he whispered at one point. “Softer than our women, and yet tight. Shalia, if you only knew how you feel to me.”
I couldn’t imagine, but Seot was pretty astounding by my standards. The slow pace he inflicted on me meant I sensed every nuance. I was aware of how his girth filled me, of the toe-curling chafing of his shaft against my inner walls. Of his eyes on me, hazy and yet in command. His grasp on my hips, directing my progress. I might have been on top, but I’ve never felt more conquered than at that moment.
I opened to him, welcoming him like a long-lost friend. At last I sat upon him, his entirety inside me. With my weight on him, he was in as deep as he could go. It was heady stuff, having him so deep. We were still for nearly a minute, indulging in the sensation of being so utterly joined.
Then he lifted me up, sliding outward and moving so wondrously against all the good stuff. We chorused groans as our flesh slipped against each other. It felt perfect, like we’d been meant to interlock and work together. I’ve never known a more delicious sensation.
Seot brought me down, shoving his hips up as he did so. We met with a loud slapping sound. Shocks of pleasure rippled from the epicenter of our contact, flowing from my pussy up to my skull, fingertips, and toes.
Up and down, I bobbed like a cork over him. With each stroke, the waves of pleasure increased in power until sensation heaved through me. We grunted crude but exciting sounds, each meaty smack of our bodies meeting in powerful collision. The pace was steady. Enthrallment hummed within me with rhythmic shocks of more intense sensation.
I could have ridden that man all night. He felt so good, I required no orgasm. I didn’t chase the end, enjoying the unvarying bliss of sharing myself with him, of giving him joy. I could feel him in every cell.
Through it all, Seot’s eyes shone in the moonlight, his gaze riveted on my face as if to gauge every emotion. Sometimes when we were locked tight against each other, he’d move his hips in a circle, grinding so that his groin rubbed delectably against my clit. The bolts of sheer ecstasy made me cry out in a high voice, singing my pleasure to the stars above us.
He suddenly rose up to sitting. His arms circled me and then we were twisting, moving, making the world swirl. All at once, I was on my back, with Seot looming more godlike than ever over me.
“You are too beautiful,” he gasped before his mouth descended on mine.
He kissed me with such a burning passion that I thought I might die from the fierceness of it. It was overwhelming to be kissed in that fashion, as if it were the last kiss we might ever share. I can’t even describe it; it was that tremendous.
When the kiss ended, Seot propped one of my calves against his shoulder. Then he rose and fell over me, again and again, as I held on and desire took hold of me with an eager grasp. His calloused thumb traced my lips, my nipples, and then my clit. Though I’d enjoyed a calm arousal when I’d been on top, all that serene pleasure, a warm ember of bliss, exploded into an engulfing inferno in a moment.
How many times did I come as he took me with demanding adoration? I can’t hazard an estimate. My pussy seemed to swell with light, as if filled with the sun, then it would explode. There would be shockwaves and release, then the pressure would begin again, until another detonation.
All the while, Seot watched me, his features growing more strained with each renewal of my glad cries. Even as he succumbed and climaxed, his hips jerking frantically, he stared at me. I might have been the only thing that existed to him.
We rested for about an hour afterward on our naughty deck, the four of us curled together as we looked at the stars and watched the Earthlike moon Lobam set. The night turned cool enough to send us back inside in the end. In our shared bed, we were as content as a litter of kittens as we cuddled in a gratified knot.
December 14, early
When I woke this morning, it was to stunning scenery. First was the sight of Clan Seot crowded around me, sitting up in bed. They were already dressed, though scantily in skintight swim shorts, similar to the training shorts Nobeks wear during physical exercise. Seot and Larten were quick to shower me with kisses and ask me how I was feeling. Um, pretty happy, though seeing them without those shorts might have been better.
I figured out what that nod to modesty was about as I spied Anrel perched in Cifa’s arms. He was feeding my happy girl, who cooed at him between mouthfuls of some bright orange pureed concoction. He wasn’t able to smooch me, but he promised a proper morning greeting as soon as Anrel finished her breakfast.
Speaking of food, that was another welcome sight. As if to herald the opening of my eyes, my stomach growled, complaining of all the calories I had worked off the night before. Larten chuckled and waved a tray full of yumminess…and a mug of coffee…in front of my face. I sat up pretty quick at the delightful summons.
That was when I saw the final piece of the heaven-on-Kalquor puzzle. The huge window vid showed a stunning cove of green-blue water so clear I could see ocean critters flitting under the surface. The beach beyond boasted sand so white that at first, I mistook it for snow. A stand of trees with broad burnt-red leaves canopied the area where vegetation began, shading members of the ship’s crew as they scurried about, setting up a pavilion and other things.
“Sweet prophets,” I breathed, staring at the idyllic vista. “Where are we?”
“A small island owned by the company,” Cifa said, spooning orange mush in Anrel’s smiling mouth. “We bought it in anticipation of bringing passengers here for swimming and sports. A private beach all for us. We can do our first vid shoot here.”
“This is the place for it, all right,” I agreed. “When do we go ashore?”
“As soon as you’re ready,” Seot said, stretc
hing luxuriously as he set aside his empty food tray. “No rush. Take all the time you want.” His eyelids drooped lazily as he eyed me obvious pleasure. Had Anrel not been there, our arrival on the island would have been quite late.
His gaze felt intense, much as it had been last night. It was almost excessive in the light of day. I gave him a quick smile and worked on shutting my stomach up.
As I ate and listened to Seot and Larten talk about getting a low-impact kurble game going on the beach, while Cifa cooed baby noises at Anrel, I watched the window vid, enraptured by the view. A view that grew better as Stidmun suddenly sliced through the air and into the water, apparently having dived from the main deck. He surfaced a moment later and laughed silently at someone above…probably Candy. His hands waved ‘come here’ motions, and his lips moved. All at once, a ball of pink with trailing blond hair hurtled into the water a couple of feet away from the too-handsome Nobek, splashing him to make him splutter. I giggled at Candy’s perfectly placed cannonball. Atta girl.
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