Meanwhile, Larten’s stare remained avid on what I did to him. His fists clenched, but he offered no attempt to work his will. Perhaps he sensed our connection as keenly as I did. Does he enjoy the same things about surrender as I do? Was it a relief to not have to do anything but accept his mistress’s desires? To be excused from responsibility? To find fulfillment in serving?
I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to distract him from the pleasure that left him quivering beneath me.
Inch by inch, I descended. At last, my weight settled on him. I sighed to be filled and sat there for a few seconds, glorying in having my Nobek deep inside me. His chest moved quickly, rising and falling with excitement as he looked me over. I was a conqueror, astride my prize.
I leaned back, planting a hand behind me, between Larten’s legs. My feet braced on the floor, on either side of his ribs. The position pressed his primary cock against my interior hotspot with crotch-melting force.
“I’m going to take you now,” I told him. “You’ll come when I tell you. Not before.”
His eyes widened. A growl trickled free. Larten appeared elated with the order.
I rose and fell over him, taking my time as I exulted in the streamers of molten bliss that danced through me. Prophets and ancestors, it started as rapture and got better from there.
Larten’s gaze was fixated on me as I fucked him. It gave me the idea I should do more than just fuck him. The man deserved a show. As I enjoyed my ride on my Nobek, I played with my tits. I shut my eyes and did the things the men usually do to me. Circling, squeezing, pinching, tugging…I raked my nails to give myself delicious, stinging trails. I moaned, drenching Larten’s primary while heat squiggled down to my cunt.
That was so incredible, I figured rubbing my clit would be the next step in self-love. Because I was leaning back, Larten had a perfect view. I got off on being watched as I always do. I slit my eyes open to see my Nobek’s reaction to me pleasuring myself while I fucked him.
He looked hypnotized as I slid my fingers over my mound, heading to my happy place. My swollen nub was slick with need. I cried out as a flare of sensation shot through my pussy, clenching me around Larten. He groaned so hard, my cunt and ass vibrated. Wow.
“You like that?” I asked breathlessly. “You like me fucking my big, strong Nobek while I play with myself? You like me wet and excited?”
His cocks jolted within me in answer. His mouth moved, but he didn’t say a word. I took it as an affirmative that he was enjoying it.
I stroked my avid clit, making me hot and eager and aching. My whole being coalesced to the area between my navel and where my legs began. All I knew were Larten’s cocks moving within me, rubbing hard where it mattered most, and my own touch applying friction to my eager clit.
My abdomen was a clenched fist, squeezing tighter and tighter by the second. Want tends to be characterized as an emotion, but it is also a monumental near-desperation, as compelling as hunger for food after a day without. Want welled up in me, insisting I move faster, insisting I push harder to relieve it. I answered that call, obeying its clamor, and was rewarded with greater want. It drove me, heightening until it suffused more of my body. It was a choking feeling in my throat, a trembling weakness in my legs, a scrambling of my brains. Want demanded to be fed, and it devoured me in its voracious embrace.
I’m ashamed to say I kind of forgot Larten in the growing lust that consumed me. Every now and again, as I pounded him into me as hard as I could, I checked on him. Fortunately for my guilt complex, he acted enthralled with how he was used. I took those opportunities of remembering there was a wonderful fella attached to those cocks to remind him, “Do not come yet!”
As I approached glory, my insides seizing in that final rush, I told him once more, “Don’t…don’t come…until…until…I say…”
Blinding white sheeted over my gaze. My body galvanized, coalesced into one silent spot the size of a pinhead. Then I flung wide, a massive detonation that filled the world with fire and heat and quaking.
Moments later, the rumbles through my being continued, but I knew the world around me once more. Larten lay beneath me, gasping and straining at his bonds as he fought to not join me in my rapture. Veins stood out on his forehead and throat as he writhed, denying himself in obedience to me.
Talk about power. Through the surges of orgasm, I was aware of the responsibility such control placed upon me.
Still moaning through lesser thunderclaps of ecstasy, I leaned forward, planting my hands on my Nobek’s chest. I dug my toes into the carpet and rode him harder while staring into his dark, wild eyes.
“I love you,” I panted. “I love you, and I order you to come for me now.”
With a shriek that was all animal, he let go. He came hard, yelling with each jet of seed he sent into me. For a few seconds, he scared me…not because he looked bestial as hell, but because I feared he might have a heart attack or a stroke. Larten showed more agony than bliss.
When I was positive he wasn’t going to die, he was amazing to watch. The easing of the terrible tension as the strongest of pulses ebbed. The euphoria that replaced the pained expression. The manner his spasmodic jerking slowed to a sensual twisting kind of motion. Larten went from violent brute to erotic angel.
It occurred to me that I’d never so carefully watched anyone climax before. Moment to moment, my Nobek was vulnerable. Open. Nothing was hidden from my view in that unguarded passage of seconds. It was one of the most poignant instances I’ve been privileged to witness. Larten’s soul was laid bare to me as he reveled in the culmination of our union.
Only sex? Not when you’ve been given the obligation to care for another. Not when you’ve watched them at their most susceptible, most exposed. It was profound.
After I took the cuffs off him, we rested on the floor, holding each other for almost an hour. I listened to the breeze coming in from the balcony, to the sounds of sea avians and waves. To Larten’s heart beating in his chest, as strong as the warrior who owned it. My need to dominate had ended, and I relished being in his arms, held tight in his sheltering embrace. The helplessness had receded. I was no longer frantic. My Nobek had restored me in a manner neither of us would have imagined would have worked.
As for Larten, he was relaxed and not so angry for the remainder of the day. I’m not sure what our tryst did for him. Talking about it could have killed the magic, so I didn’t.
Perhaps it reminded him that not being in control was not the end of the world. Maybe it was my show of strength that eased his mind; that I’d be okay even if he couldn’t keep all bad things from me. Who knows? The important thing is, we found equilibrium. Together. The same method we’ll win through whatever the coming days bring.
March 27
Even with getting a handle on feeling helpless, I’m not so great with being shut in all day and all night. I have to laugh at myself on that one. After all, I spent the majority of nine months on a transport ship. It’s not as if I could go out in space and take a stroll. However, the Pussy ‘Porter was spacious, a beast of a craft. I didn’t feel closed in the way I’m starting to here. Like the whole clan is starting to.
A couple days into this ‘siege’ situation, and we’re chafing to break out. Our answer has been to stay busy. We managed to kill off part of the morning with sex. Then we distracted ourselves with work and playing with Anrel. I was granted a secure coded channel through Global Security so I could send messages to my nearest and dearest. I updated everyone on the current situation and told them to stay away. All return messages go through a coded frequency, in case Nang has figured out a way to monitor coms from family and friends.
The guys did the same, and that led to an interesting result from Larten. He called us together in the common room with the best suggestion in the universe.
“My parent clan had a wonderful proposition. They said that if we leave Kalquor, we could stay with them.”
Larten’s parents live on Lobam, on a part of the moon t
hat’s sparsely inhabited. They’re kind of a zero-waste, nature-happy clan, living off the land as much as possible. I’m not definite on if they’re more along the lines of survivalists or hippies. Maybe a cross of both. I’ve spoken to them via vid com, and Larten’s mother Gilsa loves to give advice on making my own soaps and lotions fit for Anrel’s baby-soft skin. I wish I’d paid better attention now, since I have time on my hands to do such things.
I’ll get my chance for hands-on training in that department. We were enthusiastic at the notion of getting the hell out of the house, off Kalquor, away from Nang. Even I, the gal who loves convenience, was practically jumping for joy.
“I’ll com Nobek Breft and find out if it’s possible,” Seot said, dialing up the frequency with an avid expression.
We were disappointed when Breft didn’t give his immediate go-ahead. “I’ll stop by your home in an hour, and we’ll discuss it,” he said. When Seot asked him if there had been any sign of Nang anywhere, the answer was no.
Both items took the wind out of our sails for the next fifty minutes. Breft showed up with Raxstad earlier than he’d promised, and we sat in the greeting room with expressions that said we would stoically withstand disappointment.
Breft gave us reason to smile. “Your plan for the clan leaving Kalquor is an excellent option. If we can pull it off without Nang realizing it’s happened for a few days, all the better.”
I couldn’t hold back a little cheer of relief. “I thought you were going to turn us down.”
“Not at all. In fact, I’ve already put measures in place to make it happen.”
“So quick?”
“It would solve a few problems, so I’m eager to jump on the opportunity. First of all, Nang wouldn’t know where you are, making you safer.”
Raxstad added, “Once he realizes you’re missing, it could spur him to come out of whatever hole he’s hiding in. The attempt to track you down could bring him into the open.”
“If he’s desperate enough to search, he might make a mistake.” Breft’s grin gave me a chill.
“What about security?” Seot asked. “Would we be leaving that behind as well?”
“Absolutely not.” Breft was adamant. “I’ve got a couple of guards in mind for you on Lobam. They’re retired there, with no clans of their own to protect. When I commed them about watching out for you, they jumped at the chance.”
Larten pointed out, “Com reception is spotty around my parent clan’s home. The area is as remote as you can imagine. I was shocked I got an instant connection today.”
“It’s a concern, but with these security guards I have for you…they worked for Global Security themselves…I have faith they can handle any situation. Not that I anticipate Nang following you out there, not if he reacts the way I think he will.” Breft’s eyes glittered as he eyed Larten. “Besides, that part of Lobam is noted for being cautious of strangers. People there prefer their secrets kept quiet, from what I’ve heard.”
Larten snorted. “Nang’s presence would be noted quickly.”
“And dealt with if others were warned about him, I’m sure.”
Larten said nothing, his expression noncommittal.
“It’s an excellent location to hide in, even with the communication issues. I can bring a short-distance receiver for Shalia and Anrel’s trackers, in case the unthinkable occurs.” Seot grinned at Larten, as if he knew whatever Breft had been hinting at. It was the first real smile my Dramok had worn in days.
Breft’s watchful demeanor eased, and he returned to a more businesslike approach. “What is the range on that type of receiver?”
“About a hundred miles. It won’t rely on the com net at all.”
“Excellent. I’ll collect that for you to take along.” He mused for a moment. “When you leave, we’ll maintain the same security measures here at your home for a while, giving the appearance that you haven’t gone anywhere. After a week, once you’ve settled in with Nobek Larten’s parent clan, we’ll lift the protections and see if Nang reacts.”
“How will we leave?” Larten wanted to know.
“During a guard change, at the end of the day tomorrow. We’ll smuggle you onto the shuttle that drops off and picks up our officers. You’ll be brought to headquarters. From there, we’ll move you to one of our official transports, using a series of destinations that should throw Nang off if he gets the idea you’re being moved. I’m afraid you’ll have to ride with convicts being transported to a prison camp off-world. Not to worry, however. They’ll be in stasis for the trip. You won’t be bothered by them.”
It made a nice, neat package. Breft had considered the whole thing. I was certain of that when Cifa stormed him with more questions.
“What do we tell our companies? Family and friends here on Kalquor? Will they be okay, or would Nang go after them in the effort to find Shalia and Anrel?”
Breft tackled the first question. “We’ll set up accounts on your communications devices here in your home that my men can access. For the week you are supposedly still in your home, you’ll send me any messages that need to go out. I’ll forward them here, and our operatives will send them on. They’ll intercept return messages, route them to me, and I’ll make sure you receive them.”
“Wow,” I said. “It’s a great plan, but a lot of steps, huh?”
“That’s the way it must be in order to guard your whereabouts. I advise you to not arrange for an extended absence until the first week is over. Don’t hint you’ve thought about leaving.”
My guys nodded, but Breft’s words extended absence rang in my ears. “Um, how long will we hide if Nang never puts in an appearance? What if he waits us out?”
Breft pulled in a deep breath. “It won’t come to that. He’s gone to great lengths to get to you. Having you disappear when he’s got you in his sights will set him off. However, Nang has proven himself to be crafty. He may indeed decide to lay low for your return.” He shrugged, a twinge of helpless frustration creeping in his demeanor. “Let’s take it step by step for now. We don’t want to set a hard timeframe on this yet.”
Raxstad returned to Cifa’s list of concerns. “Don’t tell family and friends where you’ve gone. That’s for their protection as well as yours.”
“As for their safety, we’ve anticipated Nang might go after someone close to you for information or to grab a hostage in hopes of an exchange.” Breft put on his super-scary face, a mask that made me think of him eating live animals. “I’ve enlisted more retired security and law enforcement personnel to keep an eye on those dear to you. Nang shouldn’t be able to approach them without detection.”
Larten’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the most likely route for him to show himself, isn’t it?”
“Along with trying to access to your home in the hopes of discovering some clue as to where you’ve gone.”
Raxstad smirked, his heavy features a match for Breft’s ferocity. “Don’t worry about your loved ones. We’re taking no chances that they’ll be harmed. Nang will find himself in dire straits if he comes anywhere within sight of them.”
I didn’t have to ask how dire the straits could get. I continue to hope this can end without bloodshed, but if it’s between the lives of our family and friends versus Nang, that Dramok draws the shortest straw.
March 28
We’re in a packing frenzy, getting ready for our escape to Lobam tonight. We have to travel light, so preparations shouldn’t be such a big deal. Ha! Having to narrow things down to the bare minimum is tougher than it sounds. When did I become so high maintenance? I caught myself putting three pairs of shoes in my bin before I realized how stupid that was.
Packing for Anrel is another matter. Diapers, diapers, and more diapers to start with. Clothes, lotions, her favorite stuffed animals: bear, zibger, ronka, bunny. How is it one little person needs so much more than I do? She’ll end up filling her travel bin and half of mine.
Larten nearly ended up with her playmat shoved in his mouth when he che
cked on my progress. “You don’t have to bring all that. It’s spring where my parents live. It’s the perfect temperature for her to roam around naked.”
“Except diapers,” I said, trying to fit in the formula bottles and cursing myself for not being able to nurse her.
“The livestock roams all over the place. Everyone knows to watch where they step, so she can relieve herself anywhere outdoors.”
I stared at him in horror. “Yeah, that’s civilized. She’ll be socially acceptable when she gets back here if she gets in that habit, won’t she?” Then, another thing he’d said occurred to horrify me. “Everyone knows where to step? Everyone except Anrel!”
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