Alien Caged (42 page)

“You know us well,” Zemos smiled.  “Still, I feel I could have stayed home a bit longer with the two of you.”

Elisa didn’t want to think of Zemos and Oret going back to work.  Even the promise of joining them three days out of each month during their shore leaves couldn’t raise her spirits.  She’d have Miragin full time, but she wanted all three.

Greedy, greedy,
she told herself. 
You knew it was coming.  They’re front-line military, and that means tours of separation.

It didn’t make it easier to contemplate.

She switched the subject.  “How was Joseph’s hearing?”

Zemos said, “It’s good news.  The prosecution made a deal with his defense.  He won’t stand a formal trial.”

Elisa gasped.  “No chance of execution?  He’ll be spared?”

Her Dramok nodded.  “He had a lot going for him.  He testified to everything he knew about the Basma and Holy Leader’s activities against the Empire, which may help us in finding both those men.  The testimony you gave, along with that of a few of his crew, demonstrated the no-win situation he found himself in as the captain of a rogue vessel.  His actions that helped save that Dramok crewmember’s life during the last fight were also noted.  All the evidence has granted him a lenient sentence.”

Oret said, “Walker will not even have to endure a penal colony.  Rather than being remanded to a prison or work camp, he is to be placed in a rehabilitation center that caters to troubled Imdikos.”

Elisa’s brow creased.  “Rehabilitation?”

Zemos nodded.  “Admiral Tranis thought Joseph’s actions stemmed from mental and emotional damage rather than any real hostile intent.  Psychological testing confirmed it.  Joseph is overwhelmed by issues with his repressed sexuality.  He also sees himself as powerless, with something of a victim mentality.”

“Interesting,” Miragin mused.  “I can see that diagnosis to a point.  Ultimately, he did stand up for someone.”  He smiled at Elisa.

Oret pointed out, “He won’t do it for himself, however.  That inability to defy flawed authority figures like Browning Copeland is what put us on Walker’s ship and nearly put us in the hands of Bi’is.”

Elisa frowned at the mention of the Kalquorian Empire’s neighbor and sometime enemy.  “What’s the word on Bi’is’ involvement?”

The Nobek snorted derisively.  “Their kingdom denies all allegations of seeking Kalquorian specimens, of course.  They have told the Galactic Council they are investigating a potential ‘rogue’ research facility, acting independently of their government.”

Zemos scowled.  “Those little gray bastards are not to be trusted.  Fleet Command knows it, and they’re beefing up patrols on our shared border with Bi’is.  We’ll make sure no more Kalquorians are smuggled across.”

Oret added, “The Galactic Council has issued a warning to Bi’is.  Any evidence of experimentation done on member species will be dealt with.  Kalquor’s threat was much more explicitly worded.”

Miragin’s eyes narrowed at his clanmates.  “That’s where you’re being sent, isn’t it?  To the Bi’is border?”

He looked as unhappy with the idea as Elisa felt.  Bi’isils might be physically small, but their technology was some of the most advanced of all known worlds.  Altercations with the Bi’is kingdom would be deadly.

Zemos’ expression softened at Miragin’s obvious fear for his and Oret’s welfare.  He stroked the Imdiko’s hair as he answered.  “That’s where the most experienced officers and crews are needed.  I can’t keep you and Elisa safe if I’m sitting at home or flying friendly space.”

Miragin’s lips tightened for a moment before he unleashed a huff of breath.  “I know.  I signed on for this decades ago, didn’t I?”  He scowled at no one in particular.  “It doesn’t make it easier, especially not after what we just went through.”

They were all silent for a few moments, reflecting on the struggles of not so long ago.  Elisa still felt the rawness of fighting for her and her men’s lives, of battling to survive just a few seconds more.  It didn’t seem fair that they should be separated again so soon.

Miragin’s naturally sunny disposition reasserted itself, and he was the first to smile again.  “Only four weeks left, huh?”

Oret gave him a fierce yet adoring grin.  “It’s nice to know that even after three months of being penned up in a cell together, you haven’t tired of us.”

Miragin arched a brow at the Nobek.  His look was pure mischief.  “Oh, you’re all right to be with for an extended period, I suppose.  However, I was thinking more along the lines of having you around to help this poor old cripple enjoy his Matara.  It’s difficult not being able to fetch her myself.”

“Oh, you want this?”  Oret scooped up Elisa, who squealed with delighted surprise.  She squealed even more when he slung her over his shoulder.  Carrying her the two steps it took to bring her to Miragin, he said, “I’m always glad to be of service, my Imdiko.”

He deposited the giggling Elisa onto Miragin’s already lively lap.  She protested, pushing against Miragin’s chest.  “Hey!  I’ve been messing around in the dirt!  I’ve got it all over me.”

Miragin’s one hand busied with pulling her blouse over her head, undressing her right out in the open.  “Dirty sex.  My favorite,” he said. 

Elisa continued to struggle – carefully, since the Imdiko’s shoulder had to be minded.  However, Oret and Zemos joined in with pulling her clothes off, making her naked and vulnerable.

Zemos’ mouth sealed over Elisa’s.  Her lips automatically parted for his questing tongue, letting him kiss her deeply.  Oret’s hot mouth and hands went to her breasts.  He sucked on one engorged nipple while his strong hand mauled the other by clutching and pulling at the orb.  Elisa responded to the confusion of simultaneous harsh and gentle play as she always did; with eager arousal.  The men had learned early on she liked being handled this way. 

Zemos and Oret leaned her back, allowing Miragin access to her sex.  Even with only one hand, he was perfectly capable of driving her wild.  His deft fingers stroked her pussy, which had been rendered permanently hairless at Zemos’ command.  Within seconds, Elisa was soaked, her honey flowing.  Miragin wet his fingers as he petted her folds and rubbed her clit.  Then, in perfect juxtaposition to the tender touching, he shoved two fingers inside her with force.

Elisa arched backward with a cry.  She would have fallen had the other two men not been there to hold her up.  As always, her Dramok and Nobek kept her secure, their arms supporting her body so that she was more or less upright.

While Miragin finger-fucked her trembling pussy, Oret switched breasts.  Now he soothed the orb he’d tormented and tortured the one he’d been so gentle with.  Elisa’s heady excitement grew as Zemos kissed her with tenderness one moment and with brutalizing demand the next.  Her hands alternated clutching at the men, exploring their bodies through their clothes, and struggling a little.  Elisa was drowning in erotic bliss, but she was also aware she was outdoors and naked.  None of the area’s shuttle traffic patterns moved over this part of the clan’s property, but Oret and Miragin’s surviving parents lived nearby.  They had a habit of stopping by frequently and unannounced. 

When Zemos moved his lips from hers to kiss more of her face, Elisa gasped, “Can we take this inside?”

“No,” the Dramok answered.  “We’re going to fuck you here and now.”

“But if someone sees, it will be embarrassing.”

“Then that someone will learn to com before they come over.”

That got snickers from both Oret and Miragin.  The men showed great love for their aging parents, treating them with care and consideration.  However, after the first couple weeks of daily visits and after Zemos’ parents had gone back to their home a day’s travel away, the clan was ready for private time.  Miragin had become eager to write, a near impossibility when his Imdiko father showed up five times a day to check and see if they needed anything and then stuck around to gossip. 

Then there was Oret’s Nobek father.  He insisted on dropping by often to ruminate with his son on what the Bi’is kingdom might be up to and how the police might track down the Basma.  Adding to the constant visiting, both men’s mothers were planning a big, formal clanning ceremony for them.  The elderly Mataras were forever on the com or at the home suggesting dresses, ceremony sites, and reception details with Elisa.

The thought of any of them coming upon the clan’s current activities had Elisa squirming.  “I don’t want to get caught by your parents!”

Zemos’ fist tightened in her hair.  “Is this our home, my Matara?”

She stared into his brilliant purple eyes and quieted under the intent gaze despite Oret’s mouthings and Miragin’s plunging fingers.  “Yes, my Dramok.”

“Am I head of this household?”

“Yes, my Dramok.”  She trembled, feeling his aura of power enveloping her.

“Do I command this clan, including you?”

“Yes, my Dramok.”

He smiled a little.  “It is my will to enjoy you, on my clan’s property, when I want and wherever I want.  If I want to fuck my Matara in the middle of it outdoors in broad daylight, then that’s what I’ll do.  If anyone is affronted by this, it’s their own damned fault for not checking before dropping by, especially since Miragin asked them to because he needs to write.  Am I correct?”

They would not be going inside.  There was a chance they’d be seen.  Elisa felt her guts curl a little at the thought.  Yet Zemos’ steady gaze comforted her.  She felt secure with him, with all three.  It wasn’t the humiliation of being seen by the men’s parents that made her protest, embarrassing as that would be.  It was old fears of being caught, of being punished with others jeering at her.  It was the imagined horror of losing what mattered most to her.

These were old terrors that no longer existed in her life.  Elisa possessed all her dreams now, and she had the three men who would not let any of them be taken away.  Sometimes she forgot she was safe.  They never failed to remind her, with patience and understanding, as Zemos did now.  Elisa relaxed.

“You are right as always, Zemos,” she said.  She suddenly giggled.  “However, I know you’ll be sorry if the moms show up and make a fuss.”

He laughed.  “I’m willing to take the chance.  You are too beautiful in the here and now to pause long enough to move somewhere else.”

“Less talk.  More fucking,” Oret muttered around a mouthful of breast.  “I hate it when everyone gets distracted.”

“Right,” Miragin said, his thumb circling Elisa’s clit to make her squeal.  “Behave and enjoy your men, my Matara.  You and I will be missing these two thugs soon enough.”

Zemos snorted, but he gave the Imdiko a grin before he went back to kissing Elisa.

She immersed herself in what they did to her body, shoving aside old traumas, new worries, and future sorrows.  As Miragin had told her back on the ship, there was only the here and now.  It was this moment she needed to concentrate on, this moment alone that she must live.  Anything else was a waste of time and breath.

The men made it easy with their hands and mouths on her, feasting and exploring with the most delightful decadence.   Elisa made herself pliant to them, surrendering without any further hesitation.  Her cries of excitement grew as they increased their attentions.

Oret’s teeth scraped over her breasts, sending intense sensations galloping through her.  Miragin’s fingers left her pussy to press into her ass, stretching her for the men’s use.  His thumb entered her female sheath so he might fuck both orifices at the same time.  Zemos never paused in stealing her breath with deep kisses as he reached down to capture her clit, rubbing to make her scream into his mouth. 

“That’s our girl,” Miragin whispered as she writhed helpless on his lap.  “That’s our sweet little Elisa.”

There was no thought of being caught by anyone now, friendly or not.  There was only a feast of the senses.  The demanding, exotic flavor of Zemos in her mouth.  The blue-purple oceans of his eyes when she opened hers to gaze into them.  Then spicy scent of Kalquorian arousal filling her nose.  The suckling sound of Oret’s mouth on her breasts.  The hardness of his teeth and rasp of his tongue abrading soft skin.  The demanding thrusts of Miragin’s fingers deep inside her core.  The shivery bright darts of pleasure as Zemos plucked at her engorged clitoris.

The fire within swept hotter with every passing moment.  Elisa had learned she did not need to chase completion.  She trusted in it to come to her in its time, so she exercised patience.  Anticipation of what would assuredly come in the care of her lovers was its own joy.  Despite growing need, Elisa let herself accept mounting pleasure, trusting that Zemos, Oret, and Miragin would see her through.

Now that Elisa had joined a clan, life was all about play.  She had not let go of her burdens easily, but her mates insisted on shouldering the responsibility she had assumed for so long.  They insisted in giving her the carefree life she’d been denied as a child.  While Elisa didn’t descend thoughtlessly into wild abandon and demand instant gratification that a woman twenty or thirty years younger might have, she enjoyed herself.  For the first time she experienced the freedom her youngest siblings had known.  Best of all, she had seen enough to appreciate it for the gift it truly was.

At times like this, she gave herself utterly to the men who kept her safe.  Elisa was able in this moment to concentrate on nothing but the gorgeous sensations they sent into her body.  Cradled in the strong arms, loved better than any woman she’d known on Earth, she rode the blissful swells of passion rising to fill her.