Alien Conquest

Alien Conquest Page 11

by Tracy St. John

  When at last his groin met hers, Tra­nis paused, let­ting her en­joy the feel­ing of their join­ing. “Is it good, Cas­sidy?” he asked.

  “So much more than good,” she sighed. “I never knew any­thing could feel this won­der­ful.”

  “We will show you even more. Things you never imag­ined pos­si­ble,” he whis­pered.

  Tra­nis shifted, mov­ing in and out of her with long, steady strokes. Cas­sidy gasped to feel Tra­nis’ lengths work her tight sheaths. Fill­ing her full, rub­bing in­side to cause sparkling cas­cades of de­light, his cocks brought a prom­ise of ela­tion. Arch­ing be­neath her lover, she felt ev­ery de­li­cious inch of him tak­ing her to new heights of dizzy­ing plea­sure. The Kama Su­tra hadn’t hinted at this glo­ri­ous nir­vana of sen­sa­tion. Not even close.

  Ev­ery plunge the Kalquo­rian made into Cas­sidy’s body en­hanced the warm, tick­lish de­light in her belly. The sen­sa­tion built big­ger, be­com­ing more ex­cit­ing with each thrust. It was a tor­ture too, and she thought if it went on too long it might drive her mad. The ex­quis­ite tor­ment grew ever brighter, and Cas­sidy moaned as if vo­cal­iz­ing might re­lease some of the pres­sure.

  Tra­nis’ breath caught at the sound of her bliss. His thrusts be­came more pow­er­ful, driv­ing deep into her, mak­ing the ag­o­niz­ing thrill in her loins grow even larger. Cas­sidy tossed her head from side to side, want­ing him to stop be­fore she ex­ploded. Un­able to form words, she could only keen a high, wa­ver­ing tone. It felt so good, this ter­ri­ble rap­ture, but it was too much … too much…

  Tra­nis reached be­tween their bod­ies and seized her clit. A deaf­en­ing thun­der­clap of ec­stasy re­ver­ber­ated through­out Cas­sidy. Waves of car­nal ela­tion pounded against the walls of her womb, as if the sen­sa­tion fought to es­cape the con­fines of her very soul. She screamed as the plea­sure surged and waned, surged and waned, car­ry­ing her be­yond the bounds of ev­ery joy she’d ever known in her short life. Be­yond her cries she heard Tra­nis’ low roar. The pulse of the flesh em­bed­ded in hers joined her con­vul­sions, and they clung to­gether as de­sire en­gulfed them both.

  The heady swells slowly re­ceded, leav­ing be­hind rip­ples of de­light. Cas­sidy came back to her­self to find Tra­nis smil­ing down on her. “Je­sus, Mo­hammed and Moses,” she breathed, dimly aware tak­ing the Holy Trin­ity’s names in vain was a sin. “That was amaz­ing.”

  “In­deed it was,” he chuck­led and kissed her with thor­ough sweet­ness. “And now an­other hus­band needs your bless­ing.”

  “Oh,” was all Cas­sidy could think to say as Tra­nis slipped from her. De­gorsk took his place. The com­bi­na­tion of the in­tox­i­cant’s con­tin­ued eu­pho­ria and the Imdiko’s ready smile made her easy with an­tic­i­pa­tion.

  “Hello again, my Matara,” he whis­pered, his gaze drink­ing in her face as he set­tled over her. His braid fell to one side of their bod­ies.

  “Hi.” She picked up the plait, amazed at its heav­i­ness. She won­dered what his blue-black hair looked like loose. “Can I undo this?”

  De­gorsk’s eye­brows rose, and his smile parted to re­veal his white teeth. “If it pleases you.”

  The loose-limbed lan­guor fill­ing Cas­sidy’s body per­sisted. It made it dif­fi­cult to loosen the braid at first, es­pe­cially with the man stroking her breasts as she did so. The brush of his fin­ger­tips against her nip­ples made shards of plea­sure race straight to Cas­sidy’s pussy. She won­dered at her body’s re­ac­tion even as she en­joyed it. How was it that his hands on her breasts made her clit pulse?

  Fi­nally De­gorsk’s waist-length tresses fell around her in a thick cur­tain. The braid he wore it in had crimped his hair in waves. Cas­sidy combed her fin­gers through the blue-black mass, en­joy­ing the il­lu­sion of pri­vacy be­hind the shield of hair. Now it was just her and the kind-look­ing Kalquo­rian.

  De­gorsk bent to kiss her, and she greeted his lips with her mouth parted. His rough tongue ex­plored, run­ning over her teeth, the roof of her mouth, the in­sides of her cheeks, be­neath her tongue. He tasted her thor­oughly, bring­ing her de­sire to re­newed wake­ful­ness. Cas­sidy shifted to rub her body against his, en­joy­ing the hard planes of his body against her softer con­tours. The feel­ing of his sexes so close to hers – the front one stiff against his ab­domen, the sec­ond jut­ting straight out – made that tick­lish heat in her belly re­turn. He was go­ing to fuck her with those, in her ass and her pussy. The knowl­edge brought a bolt of ex­hil­a­ra­tion to her sex. She was sud­denly ea­ger to feel him in­side, to have him soothe the aching need his near­ness brought.

  “Please,” Cas­sidy whis­pered as his mouth re­leased hers.

  “Of course, my pre­cious girl.”

  De­gorsk’s hand brought the hot flesh of his mas­culin­ity to her ori­fices, and she caught her breath to feel him there, poised to pierce her. She bent her knees, rais­ing her hips in of­fer­ing. With a groan he pressed into her, his eyes shut­ting as her yield­ing flesh closed over his. Their com­bined juices eased his pas­sage. He moved eas­ily in and out, spark­ing in­tense sen­sa­tions as fric­tion found a par­tic­u­larly sen­si­tive place in­side. Cas­sidy’s body in­stinc­tively bucked against his, driv­ing their groins to­gether. He hissed be­tween his teeth.

  “Slowly, slowly, my beauty. I have not felt a woman’s warmth in a long time, and my con­trol might be lack­ing.”

  Cas­sidy bat­tled her de­sire, try­ing to keep her long­ing in check. It wasn’t easy. Her senses were awash with the man mak­ing love to her. Her eyes drank in De­gorsk’s com­pas­sion­ate face, her ears filled with his heavy breath­ing, and she in­haled the cin­na­mon-y good­ness that came from him and his com­pan­ions. His lips were a sweet-salty com­bi­na­tion when she licked them. But it was touch that be­guiled her most. His long hair whis­pered against her cheek. His strong hands stroked her breasts. The solid bulk of his frame pressed against her. Best of all was the de­li­cious mo­tion of his shafts thrust­ing in her se­cret flesh, driv­ing her to the edge of her wits. Ev­ery cell of her body seemed acutely aware of De­gorsk and greed­ily in­sisted on more.

  “Such ea­ger­ness,” he whis­pered, his breath warm in her ear. “You are a trea­sure, Cas­sidy.”

  She war­bled in re­sponse, words im­pos­si­ble as she be­gan her as­cent to the peak of ec­stasy again. De­gorsk held back, his rhythm de­lib­er­ate and mo­tions gen­tle. Even so, arousal swelled within Cas­sidy to de­mand re­lease. When she bucked against him again, she did so con­sciously, de­ter­mined to reach that crest again.

  He grunted, his fists curl­ing to grasp hand­fuls of the lumpy mat­tress in white-knuck­led grips. Cas­sidy wrapped her legs around his tense but­tocks and tight­ened her hold while rais­ing her hips to greet his. It drove De­gorsk hard into her clutch­ing sex. His cock jolted some­thing deep in­side her, and she cried out in de­light.

  A growl erupted from De­gorsk’s chest. His next thrust was al­most bruis­ing in its force. A bright flash of min­gled ex­ul­ta­tion and pain brought Cas­sidy closer to the brink of dis­so­lu­tion. She gripped his shoul­ders and jerked against him again.

  He growled louder, and his groin beat against hers in a rapid tat­too. Cas­sidy moaned at the surg­ing ten­sion in her womb, grow­ing by leaps and bounds as De­gorsk rut­ted hard against her.

  He re­leased the mat­tress to grip the fleshy mounds of her but­tocks, his fin­gers bit­ing deep into her white skin. He lifted her lower body to sink his penises even deeper.

  The change in po­si­tion made him rub hard against the front of her vagi­nal sheath, and he found a spot so sen­si­tive that Cas­sidy screamed. She writhed, sense­less from the heave of ec­stasy that elec­tri­fied her en­tire be­ing. The cli­max blasted through her, and she thrashed like a mad­woman be­neath the now howl­ing Kalquo­rian.


  All was puls­ing rap­ture. Cas­sidy knew noth­ing but the ter­ri­ble joy over­whelm­ing ev­ery ra­tio­nal thought. Her sur­round­ings, the man crouched over her, ev­ery­thing ceased to ex­ist for her ex­cept the flood of sen­sa­tion. It pulsed hugely within her, eras­ing con­scious aware­ness.

  At last the throbs less­ened, leav­ing Cas­sidy gasp­ing be­neath De­gorsk. He lay heav­ily on top of her. He too panted, and she felt the slow flex of his sex against the walls of her sheath as the last of his pas­sion spent it­self. She’d been too far gone in her cli­max to no­tice his.

  She qui­eted, and sud­den worry nudged at her. What she had done was a sin. She had will­ingly cou­pled with two men, two en­emy Kalquo­ri­ans.

  Worse than my mother. Dear God, am I more of a whore than she was?

  No, they’d drugged her with their bite. The in­tox­i­cant they’d in­jected through their fangs con­tin­ued to hum through Cas­sidy’s body, mak­ing the devil flesh still en­cased within her feel de­light­ful. It had con­sumed all con­cerns for her im­mor­tal soul just as it con­tin­ued to heighten the plea­sure of De­gorsk’s sin­ful touch. She’d been tricked into what she’d done, just as Tina and the other women had been.

  Cas­sidy wanted noth­ing more than to in­dulge ev­ery lust, to feed each hunger her body was ca­pa­ble of. She’d never known such plea­sures as those the two men had given her. But as the eu­phoric fog cleared her brain, she knew giv­ing into those long­ings was wrong. These men were not her hus­bands. They were the en­emy, whom the Church had de­clared de­bauched and wicked crea­tures. It was her moral duty to re­sist them, no mat­ter how good they made her feel.

  Cas­sidy pushed against De­gorsk, try­ing to ig­nore the beauty of his sleek, mus­cled body. “No more. I don’t want this,” she said, hat­ing the wa­ver­ing in her voice.

  He propped him­self over her. She heard the other two draw close, though they re­mained un­seen be­hind the wall of his hair. Li­don spoke in the stac­cato bursts of their lan­guage.

  “It is eas­ily reme­died,” De­gorsk an­swered. He gripped Cas­sidy’s chin and turned her face to one side, sweep­ing her throat free of her hair.

  Pan­icked, she drummed her fists against his chest. “Don’t bite me!”

  Her words ended in a scream as his face swooped down and the twin pin­pricks of his fangs broke through her skin. She cursed as he held her still, keep­ing her help­less as he in­jected her with the in­tox­i­cant.

  Her senses height­ened, mak­ing her all too aware of his thick lengths still seated deep in­side. Even as her mind fought against the dom­i­na­tion, her body moved against his. Her senses were be­ing over­whelmed, be­guiled by his hard warmth.

  “Damn you,” she breathed. Cas­sidy strug­gled against the sweet lan­guor creep­ing through her veins, send­ing plea­sure into ev­ery fiber of her be­ing. “I will … not … sub­mit.”

  “Why not? Doesn’t it feel good?” Tra­nis asked.

  Yes, it did. Pas­sion throbbed more pro­found than be­fore, steal­ing Cas­sidy’s thoughts away. Her world nar­rowed again, fo­cus­ing on the feel­ing of a hard body pressed against hers. It was such a won­der­ful body, so male and strong and beg­ging to be wor­shipped.

  Cas­sidy stroked her fin­ger­tips down De­gorsk’s back, in­ves­ti­gat­ing the gran­ite planes of mus­cle she found there. Her hips flexed against his, try­ing to coax the soft­en­ing shafts into hard­ness again.

  He with­drew, lick­ing her blood from his lips. He smiled. “What’s wrong, pre­cious girl?”

  “The sex … a sin … un­holy,” she stam­mered, no longer quite sure of what she was talk­ing about. The fog was back in her mind, mak­ing ev­ery­thing ex­cept the man over her unim­por­tant.

  “You’re mak­ing no sense,” he gen­tly chided her. “We’re en­joy­ing our­selves, aren’t we? I’ve made you feel good and cared for? That’s what’s im­por­tant.”

  “Yes. I like it … but … but…” Cas­sidy fought to re­call why it was so im­por­tant to fight the aliens. Was it be­cause her grand­fa­ther would do ter­ri­ble things to her if she was caught? Heaven help her, the Kalquo­rian she touched all over felt amaz­ing.

  “We’ll save un­pleas­ant dis­cus­sions for an­other time,” De­gorsk con­soled her. “Your first time with each of us must be a cel­e­bra­tion. We wish this to be a good start for our now com­pleted clan.” He shifted, pulling free of Cas­sidy much to her dis­may. “Li­don has been very pa­tient, but we shouldn’t test our Nobek’s tol­er­ance. He needs you now.”

  De­gorsk rose from the bed de­spite her clutch­ing hands. But when she saw Li­don step for­ward, his dark face in­tent, Cas­sidy let the other man go. As won­der­ful as the first two had been, Li­don was the one she’d been wait­ing for, the man who had whis­pered wicked words in the dark.

  “My Matara,” he growled, gath­er­ing her in his arms. He pulled her hard against him­self, ag­gres­sively mold­ing her to his torso. Any re­main­ing thoughts of re­sis­tance fled within his au­thor­i­ta­tive em­brace. “My sweet lit­tle pet,” he said.

  Li­don’s kiss was as force­ful as the grip he held her with, his mouth de­mand­ing. Cas­sidy sub­mit­ted hap­pily, fer­vent for what­ever plea­sure he would of­fer. Her lower body clenched at his show of strength.

  “I am not as gen­tle as the oth­ers,” he warned as he brought one hand around to clutch her breast. She moaned, arch­ing into his harsh grasp. “But you must not fear me. I will not harm you, my pet. All I ask is your obe­di­ence.”

  “Tell me what to do,” Cas­sidy begged. “What will make you happy?”

  Li­don’s eyes dark­ened, and he bore her down to the bed once more. “Open your­self to me. Spread your legs wide.”

  Cas­sidy ea­gerly did as he com­manded, and he leaned back to look at her bare se­cret flesh. She shiv­ered to be ex­posed for Li­don’s scru­tiny. His sexes were rigid ex­cla­ma­tion points as he stared.

  “Spread your­self open with your fin­gers. Show me ev­ery­thing.”

  No in­hi­bi­tions re­mained to deny him his com­mands. Cas­sidy parted the soft petals, feel­ing the thick honey that made her slip­pery. She dis­played her trea­sures to Li­don’s hun­gry gaze. The other two men drew close to look as well.

  “Show me what you did when you watched Tra­nis on your bed. When you were in the vent, watch­ing him plea­sure him­self.”

  Cas­sidy didn’t hes­i­tate. The in­dex fin­ger of her left hand cir­cled the en­trance to her pussy. With her right, she slipped the sen­si­tive nub of her cli­toris be­tween the first two fin­gers. She rubbed the hard nub of flesh, her fin­gers slip­ping up and down, eased by her lu­bri­ca­tion. Her head lolled as bolts of plea­sure shot through her core. It wasn’t nearly as good as what the men did to her, but be­ing watched as she stim­u­lated her­self al­most made up for the lack of their touch.

  “Enough,” Li­don snarled, yank­ing her hands away. He raised them to his face and sucked her juices from her fin­gers. He swal­lowed.

  Cas­sidy gasped to find her­self sud­denly face down on the bed. There had been a slight dizzy­ing sen­sa­tion, so fast she could barely reg­is­ter Li­don flip­ping her over. He grabbed her from be­hind, pulling her hips up and back.

  Her fa­vorite il­lus­tra­tion from The Kama Su­tra flashed be­fore her mind’s eye, the one with the woman crouched on all fours and the man en­ter­ing her from be­hind. Cas­sidy moaned aloud, wel­com­ing the fan­tasy as Li­don’s rigid stave pushed against her sex. It was hap­pen­ing. Her most cher­ished de­sire was com­ing true.

  He speared her in a long, smooth mo­tion, his smaller pe­nis rub­bing hard against her cli­toris. Her cry filled the air at the sud­den im­pal­ing. She had no op­por­tu­nity to re­cover from the ini­tial as­sault as he pounded a rapid rhythm against her but­tocks.

  The de­mand­ing Kalquo­ria
n worked her like a jack­ham­mer un­til Cas­sidy’s grow­ing moans warned of her im­pend­ing cli­max. He slowed, his strong hands hold­ing her hips still so she couldn’t press back to claim the bliss just out of reach. She sobbed with need, aching to re­al­ize the con­sum­ing ex­ul­ta­tion of her awak­ened li­bido.

  “Not yet, my sweet Earther,” Li­don chuck­led cru­elly. “You will not rush my grat­i­fi­ca­tion as you did De­gorsk’s. You must learn the joy of serv­ing as well as be­ing served.”

  Cas­sidy en­dured his strong but slow thrusts against her will. Li­don would not let her move, and she had no choice but to ac­cept his pace. He took her with steady de­lib­er­a­tion, mak­ing her feel each and ev­ery move­ment within her sheath.

  Her arousal re­mained, but it qui­eted to a gen­tler hum. She quit fight­ing to push against him. Af­ter a few mo­ments of Cas­sidy’s docile ac­cep­tance, Li­don’s pace quick­ened again. The sharp re­ports of his flesh meet­ing hers punc­tu­ated their shared gasps as he drove them both to­wards the precipice once more. His smaller pe­nis rubbed her pink pearl more of­ten than not, and she trem­bled ever closer to ful­fill­ment.

  Once again, just as the fi­nal crescendo threat­ened, Li­don stopped. Cas­sidy wailed in protest.

  “It’s not quite time,” he man­aged be­tween heav­ing breaths. “Hush, pet. You will have your plea­sure, but only when I’m ready to grant it. Mind me, Cas­sidy, or you’ll be pun­ished.”

  He with­drew com­pletely from her, and she sobbed with loss. “Why are you be­ing so mean?” she asked, twist­ing to look at him over her shoul­der.

  “Grat­i­fi­ca­tion de­layed is sweeter once fi­nally re­al­ized,” Li­don told her, his face preda­tory. “But I too grow tired of the wait. We will claim our re­ward now.”

  There was an in­stant of that dizzy­ing move­ment again, and Cas­sidy was on her back once more. Li­don ap­peared be­tween her legs, and he im­paled her with his thick lengths. Her pussy and ass en­folded him, greet­ing him like a long-lost lover fi­nally re­turned home.

 

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