And still more doing all sorts of things, in every position imaginable. A few people stood around and watched, touching themselves or companions.
Chaos resolved itself into better order as I absorbed the sights. No grouping was larger than eight or nine people. The attendants appeared to be assigned, two or more watching over each party. Even those guests who appeared as if they had come in alone were watched by attendants who hurried to confer if the patron signaled he or she needed something. Food and drink were delivered as needed. It took me several seconds to realize a trio of musicians played tunes in the corner because I could barely hear any songs over the moans and sighs and enthralled cries.
It was similar to a pleasure club, but not as violent as the Nobek-filled version on the Pussy ‘Porter. The switches and paddles were applied lightly, as accompaniment to the activities underway. It was pure sensuality and sexuality, with a dreamlike quality. I questioned if it were truly real.
Three Imdikos in their harem-type pants approached us. “May we serve your needs?” one asked.
“That depends on the needs you’re offering to service.” The way Seot gazed at me warmed me all over. “We’re quite protective of our lovely companion.”
“Of course, Dramok. We’ll inquire before fulfilling any requirement we sense has arisen. If we haven’t foreseen a need, you and your group have only to speak up.” The man, about the same age as Cifa but nowhere near as cute – but then, who is? – gestured to the rest of the room. “This is a taste of what we offer. You are welcome to watch, if you wish. Or you can move straight to the pleasure.”
The guys looked at each other, then me. “What do you think, Shalia?” Seot asked.
“Goodness, don’t say this is all up to me. I’m overwhelmed…wonderfully overwhelmed, but I’m reeling all the same.”
They chuckled, as did the attendants. Their spokesperson suggested, “Perhaps we can show you to an empty alcove. You can have drinks, soak in the atmosphere, and follow where your mood takes you.”
“I can get behind that idea,” Seot agreed.
“Perfect,” was my relieved response. Cifa and Larten nodded their approval.
The pavilion was larger than it had appeared as we’d approached it. As he led us, our main host introduced himself as Imdiko Enalee. “My priority is your pleasure, so do not hesitate to inform me of anything that will guarantee success.”
He and the others escorted us to a quiet alcove. It was recessed behind a couple of columns that flanked its entrance. “Is this area to your liking? I chose it for being slightly more private. My admittedly slight knowledge of Earthers says the Matara might prefer it.”
Larten’s eyes glittered avariciously as he studied at me. “It’ll be a good place to start, though our brave Shalia might not mind more exposure later.”
The darned man knew me well already. “Yes, it’s better if I’m eased into more public displays,” I admitted in a low, embarrassed voice. “If Erom shows up, you’d better erect a wall between him and me.”
Cifa arched a brow. “Do I need to punch my little brother’s teeth out if he mentions the treasure hunt again?”
“I’ll get back to you on that.”
Seot, Cifa, and Larten chuckled as we entered the alcove. A couch and floor cushions, along with small tables, were set up within. Softball-sized glow balls floating against the ceiling emitted soft illumination that enhanced the dreamlike atmosphere. It was inviting despite the shenanigans going on in the main area of the pavilion.
Enalee gestured for us to make ourselves comfortable. “Drinks? We have all the favorites available, including a particularly fine vintage of leshella.”
“I’ll take a glass of that,” I said.
Seot settled on the couch. “I’ll start with a glass of bohut, but only dlas after that.” Cifa and Larten echoed his order. Another of the attendants hurried off, apparently to collect our drinks.
“Food? We have a fine selection of meats, cheeses, and pastries from Kalquor, Earth colonies, Plasius, and other worlds.”
“A tray of various tastes would be appreciated.”
The other unnamed attendant hurried off. Meanwhile, I sank onto a cushion at Seot’s feet. I leaned against his leg. He stroked my hair. Larten and Cifa also sat on the floor, staying close. If not for Enalee’s presence, I would have been comfortable.
However, the Imdiko had more in the way of introduction before stepping out of the immediate area. “Should you desire to engage in play, we have a wide assortment of toys, binds, and lotions for your use on each other or us…or if you prefer, we can use them on you. In the meantime, please enjoy watching our other patrons and assistants. I will be near, ready to fulfill your needs when you call.”
“Thank you, Enalee,” Seot said. The attendant bowed and stepped out of the alcove. He stood with his back to us, moving aside enough that we could view what everyone else was doing.
“What do you think, Shalia?” Cifa asked with a naughty smile.
“I’m in sex heaven,” I laughed as I watched the writhing tangles of lovers. There was plenty to see, what with mouths, pussies, and asses being filled with cocks, both real and artificial. I even saw a Kalquorian woman sporting a dildo strapped to her groin and using it on a man. Another group contained a Plasian male gagged with a mouthpiece topped by a dildo. His partner rode it with abandoned while a third member of their party thrust into his ass. Wow.
My wide-eyed viewing was interrupted by the arrival of food and drink. The delicacies were bite-size, but the tray held enough food to feed an army…or Larten.
I ate a fruit-filled pastry as I sipped leshella and watched. I envied the Plasian and Kalquorian women’s flexibility. I consider myself pretty bendy, but curling up and locking my ankles behind my head isn’t going to happen in this lifetime.
While I watched, Seot stroked my hair. I had the feeling that if I dared to look up at him, I’d find that he wasn’t watching anyone but me. I was sure nothing I said or did got past him. I was extremely conscious of how I reacted to all I saw…because I was certain he was studying those reactions.
I was so intent on the sexcapades going on and the sensation that Seot scrutinized me that I was startled when I tried to drink my leshella and discovered I’d already finished it off. That stuff goes down easily. I’d have to be more careful, or I’d end up sloppy drunk.
When a breath warmed my neck, I thought Seot was about to whisper something about pacing myself. Instead, he nuzzled. I sighed and stretched to the side to give him more room to add to the thrills chasing from his lips to my spine.
He kissed…then he bit.
I almost yipped as bright pain shot through my senses. However, the hurt of his fangs sliding into my skin was over before it was properly begun, as the anesthetic in Seot’s saliva did its work.
I was already mellow thanks to the leshella. I watched with bemusement as Cifa and Larten drew closer than before, their expressions rapt as they watched Seot put me under his influence. The sounds of pleasuring were a sweet song in my ears. The scent of their growing interest perfumed the air. Warm euphoria took hold of me as Seot poured his hypnotizing venom into my blood.
They caressed me, and I closed my eyes to feel them better. Lust crashed through me with furious force as hands, rough and gentle, rubbed and petted and caressed. I awoke with brilliant need, all at once burning with eagerness.
Seot released the bite. I opened my eyes to stare into his face. He regarded me with a knowing smile.
“Shall we play, Shalia?”
“Oh yes,” I whispered, my heart galloping. “Most definitely.”
My dress was tugged off. My underthings followed right behind. Those strong touches were stronger still, calloused and smooth, all over my naked skin, setting every inch of me on fire.
Mouths followed, kissing and nipping and tasting. I could barely draw a decent breath as every point of contact drew a gasp from me. I’d somehow ended up flat on my back, and the men were all over me,
devouring and claiming.
Seot paused. “Enalee,” he called.
The attendant appeared above us. “Yes, Dramok?”
“Soft binds. Enhancing lotions. Stimulating toys. A variety of whatever you have. Surprise me.”
“Excellent, Dramok.”
Enalee disappeared. Seot resumed his sensual attack.
I was deep under the influence of Seot’s intoxicating venom. Anything I saw has disappeared into a kind of haze, a long-ago and nearly forgotten memory. Meanwhile, the sounds of ecstasy seemed amplified, as did every touch. Oh my heavens, did I ever feel everything done to me. Each sensation was immediate and acute, robbing me of the ability to think clearly. Even Enalee’s return didn’t affect me, though by that time Larten was fucking me with his fingers, Cifa was sucking my breast, and Seot was playing with my clit. I have a vague image of the attendant setting a bin down near us as his gaze raked over my body.
I rode waves of consuming enchantment, the men spinning an arousing spell over me. I was oblivious to anything but the pleasure rampaging through me. Pleasure that grew more intense after some sort of cream was smeared on my nipples and a gel spread over my clit and labia. For my breasts, Cifa’s mouth brought searing heat. The absence of his touch blasted an icy chill. As for whatever had been smeared on my pussy, it produced a ferocious tingling. It also doubled the sensation of every touch, until the slightest brush against my clit took me right to the edge of orgasm.
I was so intent on the increasingly violent feelings that I have no idea who bound my wrists, or even what I had been tied to in order to keep my arms pinned over my head. Cifa ravished my breasts, and Seot and Larten grasped my legs and held me open. Seot lowered a buzzing vibrator to my exposed sex.
I came on contact. I tried to flail as climax brutalized me, but I was held motionless. The toy pressed hard against my clit, which felt as if it were exploding. Hell, everything was exploding, over and over again. The ecstasy was close to agonizing.
When I thought I had to pass out or die from pure rapture, Seot removed that brutal toy from my clit and sank it into my pussy. He fucked me with it slowly. I was dizzy from the strength of the orgasms I’d had, but I was on the verge of another. Holy shit, I was a wreck…and we’d barely started.
Larten licked my engorged clit. This time, the climax was gentler, rippling through me like the first waves before a storm. I groaned as the Nobek kissed the throbbing bud, forcing the spasms to continue as the vibrator moved in and out of me.
I sobbed as Cifa added to the din of sensation by nipping my tormented breasts. I couldn’t form words to beg them to let me rest for a moment, to pull my blasted awareness together.
I was given a slight reprieve when Seot pulled the dildo from my clutching pussy. He gently guided it into my ass and resumed fucking me with it.
Meanwhile, Larten and Cifa increased their attentions to breasts and clit. Tension sang through me, but at least the vicious paroxysms of orgasm had eased. Little by little my crumbled senses began to knit themselves whole.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You almost killed me.”
“I certainly hope not,” Seot said. “You did seem to enjoy it a great deal. Shall we go on?”
Though no longer crushed under the demands of arousal, I still had Seot’s venom in me. Climax hadn’t burned it all off, as it sometimes could. I was eager for more action.
At some point, they’d removed their clothing and were too gorgeous to deny myself. Looking at those brown, carved bodies surrounding me made it as if I hadn’t gotten off hard and several times. I forgot my complaint that they’d come close to murder by orgasm.
“Give me what you’ve got,” I purred. “And make it quick.”
“My, my.” A gleam lit Seot’s eyes. “So demanding, young lady. She should be muffled. But by what?”
“I have a suggestion…or two,” Cifa chuckled, looking down at his eager groin.
“My Imdiko, I saw something that might fit the situation.” Seot twisted about so he could rummage in the bin of goodies Enalee had brought us. He extracted a mouth brace. A surge of delight stabbed through my core.
“Perfect. Where shall I put her?” Cifa mused.
“If I may, Imdiko?” Enalee had returned…if he’d ever left. “We have a most useful apparatus that might fit your needs. Let us fetch it for you.”
The apparatus must have been close by, because I heard a lot of movement in our alcove only seconds later. The fellows left off their delicious torment (boo!) to look at what was available. I looked too.
It reminded me of the objects in Clan Aslada’s naughty playroom. A dull black metal platform with what I took to be ankle straps supported two sturdy bars. Between them was another thick bar, and on it was a cushioned platform sporting tethers on either side. Enalee adjusted the cushioned top, making it drop down on either side so that the ends curved towards the floor. I saw I could be easily draped over the rounded cushion and tied helpless.
“Yes, that will do perfectly,” Cifa breathed. Smiling, Emalee and the other two attendants bowed and stepped out of our nook once more.
My wrists were freed, and my lovers picked me up. Instead of laying me facedown over the curved top of the apparatus, however, they placed me on my back. Face up, I was at the perfect level to serve Cifa as he obviously desired.
The straps on the floor platform were affixed to my ankles, drawing my legs wide apart and opening my aching, wet pussy for whatever use the clan deemed. The tethers on the cushion I rested on were strapped across my ribcage and below my elbows, holding my arms open to the side so I couldn’t resist or cover myself. My body curved so that my breasts pointed towards the ceiling.
Lastly, Cifa showed me the clear plastic guard. “Open, pretty girl. Let me have the pleasure of your lips, tongue and throat.”
Raging to be filled in whatever manner possible, I didn’t hesitate to obey. The guard fitted over my teeth comfortably, the moldable material locking my jaw open.
“Ancestors,” Larten moaned. “We have to buy this prop for home use, Seot.”
The Dramok chuckled. “She is stunning stretched over it, isn’t she? Go ahead, you two. I want to watch my beautiful clanmates and intended Matara while they enjoy each other.”
Answering growls quickened my heartrate. My vision filled with Cifa’s avid penises as he advanced on me. He lifted his primary cock out of the way and slid his smaller into my mouth.
“Slowly, Cifa,” Seot sighed. “Fuck her slow. That’s it. Shalia, it is exciting beyond words to watch my Imdiko’s cock moving in and out of your lips, to have you stretched out and made to take him. Ah, good idea, Larten. She is open and helpless to you. Take advantage of that.”
A loud hum announced a vibrator – apparently a more powerful version than what had been used before – had been switched on. I jerked as something soft quivered against my clit, but I had nowhere to go, no ability to protect myself. It pushed harder, settling on my trembling flesh, filling me with agonized elation. I cried out against the cock pushing into my throat.
“That’s it,” Seot crooned. “Make the pretty girl moan for you. Enjoy her as she was meant to be enjoyed. Her mouth and pussy and ass belong to you, for your pleasure.”
I strained against the tethers binding me, but there was no give. No escape. Larten and Cifa had me at their mercy. Seot egged them on, directing the action.
“Go on, Cifa. Give her your primary. I want her to swallow you. Fill her pussy and ass, Larten. Fuck that gorgeous body. She’s yours. Take her.”
His clanmates obeyed their Dramok. My mouth was stuffed with Cifa’s larger cock, coated with his spicy-sweet natural lubricant, tipped with a saltier drop of pre-cum. The hot, stiff length ran in and out of my mouth, and Cifa gasped as his steady pace grew quicker.
“I know what my Imdiko would enjoy at this point. Emalee, I’d like a firm switch.”
“Yes, Dramok.”
A few moments later, I heard the whistle and light raps of a switch hitt
ing flesh. Cifa jerked against my tongue, and he groaned, “Yes. Yes.”
Meanwhile, Larten had eased into me, possessing me as he teased my clit with the vibrator. He fucked me steadily, then hard, then slower, and then with a relentless pace once more. My sex clenched around his larger shaft, the spasms warning him when I neared climax by their strength. He kept me at the verge of orgasm without letting me tip over until I was certain the heat of my need would set the tent on fire. I shook violently the whole while, rioting with rapture. I strained against my tethers and against the men, desperate to come.
“Fuck her, my clanmates. Fuck her.” Seot was relentless as he egged them on. The sound of the switching he gave Cifa went faster and faster, a blurring of sound.
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