Alien Indiscretions (53 page)

She prodded him, “The sentence hasn’t been announced, but it has been decided.”

Wal eyed her, his familiar worried look re-asserting itself. “It has, but I cannot discuss it. Head Judge Onziv must declare the sentence to the whole Empire at the same time.”

“That’s what Clajak said when I pitched a fit about it. Don’t worry, Wal. I’m not going to ask you to tell me anything.”

Diltan squeezed her shoulders. “You threw a tantrum, huh? I’m not surprised. The pain your family is going through has to be phenomenal.”

Cissy said, “That’s not why I went off. I blew my stack because I thought the delay would keep us apart. I couldn’t handle it, not for another second.”

Rolat set the shuttle to follow automatic traffic controls before turning his seat around to face her. The three men looked at her, questioning hope filling their expressions.

In a quiet tone, Rolat said, “It sounds as if you missed us as much as we missed you. For the last two months, all I’ve thought about is how much I need to be with the woman I love.”

Cissy blinked and tears came in a shocking flood. Wal made an upset sound and moved from his seat to sit next to her, squashing her between himself and Diltan. Feeling them touching her again after so long made her cry harder.

Plus Rolat had said he’d fallen in love with her.

He loved her. What of the other two? How did they feel about her?

Feeling like she’d just glimpsed nirvana and fearful it would be snatched away, Cissy sobbed, “I’ve missed you all so much! It’s been like this huge hole in my body – hell, in my soul without you around. I’m scared that this trial is somehow going to destroy any chance we have of being together. I can’t stand the idea of that!”

Now all three men hugged and petted her. As Wal and Rolat tried to dry her tears, Diltan cupped her chin to make her look at him. “Listen to me, Cecilia. Nothing – not the Royal Council, not the Imperial Family, not the High Court, not anything – is going to keep you from us. We are determined to have you.”

“It’s over,” Wal promised. “The whole thing is finished tomorrow. We’ll pronounce sentence and it will be done. Though I don’t guarantee everyone will be happy with what will happen, at least we can look forward to putting it behind us.”

Cissy felt like a frightened child, clinging to any shred of the security she needed. “You promise?”

“Absolutely.” Wal smiled. “We’re together now, aren’t we? And that’s the way it’s going to stay.”

Embarrassed to have crumbled, Cissy rubbed her eyes hard, as if to punish them for crying. “Damn it, I sound like such a wimp, and that’s not me. I can’t stand another day without you three though. If that’s weak, well then I’ll just have to sound weak.”

“You, weak? Not for a moment.” Diltan chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “What you sound like is a woman in love. I hope you are, because we love you too.”

As Cissy tried to absorb that too-wonderful-to-be-true news, the Dramok kissed her. The kiss was slow, it was sensuous, and it was thorough. He made love to her through that kiss, making her senses reel. Heat surged throughout her body, bringing her to intense arousal. Cissy had never known a mere kiss could do that.

When Diltan released her, she gazed at him through hazy eyes. His smirk came back, telling her he knew what he did to her. The wonderful, obnoxious bastard.

Sounding way too breathy but unable to control it, Cissy grinned back. “I do love you, you pompous, arrogant jerk. Heaven help me.” She looked around to include the rest of the happy clan. “I love all three of you.”

Rolat pumped his fists in the air, every ounce the victor. “Yes!” he roared, as if he’d scored a major conquest.

They laughed at his triumphant display. Cissy dared to hope everything would turn out all right for them, if not for the rest of Kalquor.

As soon as they reached the clan’s home, Rolat scooped Cissy up in his arms. She laughed as he carried her into one of the elaborate bathrooms off the clan’s sleeping room. There the three men undressed her as fragrant water sluiced from the basin’s jets. It was more a pool than a tub, wonderfully decadent in its excess.

Cissy sighed as she was lowered into the bath. It came up to just cover her breasts. The warmth permeated her body, relaxing her muscles. She watched Diltan, Wal, and Rolat strip, her eyes delighting in muscled shoulders, wide chests, trim stomachs, and thick thighs. Her pussy gave a spasm to see the lengths of their dual cocks already erect. Knowing they would be inside her at some point tonight, filling her body, made her eager to skip the foreplay and get right to business.

However, she was determined to welcome them with the same mindfulness as she’d had when they’d said goodbye. If their long separation had taught Cissy anything, it was that she must never take any of the men for granted.

After a quick conference, Rolat fetched a rolling cart with several drawers and brought it to the side of the basin where Cissy sat. Diltan and Wal stepped into the pool and waded close to stand over her. Rolat slid in to join them. Cissy felt small next to the three big Kalquorians, dwarfed by their huge, masculine bodies. The thought of what they could do to her, what they could force her to do for them, turned her on. It didn’t matter that Clan Diltan would never push anything on her that she didn’t want. It was enough to know they could if they wanted to ... and that she was safe from them doing so.

Wanting more of that oh-so delicious feeling of vulnerability, Cissy abandoned her usual need to argue for control. Looking up at the clan’s leader she asked, “What do you want me to do?”

Diltan’s smile made him almost too devastatingly gorgeous to look at. “Be our good girl. Do as you’re told. That’s all that is required of you.”

“Yes, Dramok. Whatever you want.”

“Very good, Cecilia.”

They knelt around her. “Turn around, my love,” Diltan told her. “We’re going to pick you up and lean you over the edge of the basin.”

She did as she was told, turning so she faced the side of the pool with her back to the clan. Hands hefted her up, draping her so that her torso rested on the floor and her ass and legs hung over the side. She thought perhaps the festivities would begin with a spanking. That suited her fine. She was in the mood for a little harsh treatment. Maybe it would help bleed out the worry that still wriggled in her mind.

“That’s our girl. Spread your legs now.”

As she did so, Rolat tugged one of the rolling cabinet’s drawers open. From her angle with hair spilling over her eyes, Cissy couldn’t tell what he took out.

Hands rubbed over her ass and thighs, massaging to work out the tension she’d carried for too long. Cissy didn’t try to contain her groan of appreciation. Maybe that spanking was coming, but until it started she would enjoy this just fine.

The tip of something firm teased her anus. Then the feeling of slickness poured over it. Cissy dove further into relaxation, readying herself for the invasion. It came, a careful insertion of something much smaller than a cock, pressing her open in gradual increments. Cissy smiled. They were taking good care of her. Maybe she didn’t want that spanking after all. It was wonderful to be doted on.

The plug wasn’t too long, and its sweet, slight fullness was inside her in a matter of seconds. Then they tugged on her, pulling her back into the bath.

“Good girl. You’ll get a bigger one in a little while if you behave.”

“Thank you.” Cissy thought good manners might count towards rewards.

“Stand up to be washed.”

She did so. The men filled their palms with a cleansing gel from a dispenser. For the next several minutes, they lathered Cissy from chin to her waist. They massaged her with suds, teasing out knots of tension in her shoulders, arms, and back. Her breasts and stomach received equal attention, alternating between making her moan with excitement and setting off giggles when ticklish parts were stroked.

Palmfuls of water sluiced over her, rinsing off the suds. Cissy was directed to lean over the edge of the basin again. She did so and the small butt plug was removed. Rolat inserted a larger one, stretching her to about half the girth of a Kalquorian’s smaller cock. Cissy shivered, thinking how deliciously full she was going to be when she got the real thing.

“My Nobek, why don’t you hold our girl so we can finish washing away these last awful weeks?”Diltan sounded as excited as Cissy felt. Judging from the way his cocks bobbed up against his belly when he moved, his tone was no lie.

“Gladly.”

Rolat got behind Cissy. His hands cupped the backs of her knees. “Lean back against my chest,” he instructed. She did so, and he lifted her, his arms beneath her thighs. She sat above the water, cradled in a chair position.

The lathering resumed. While Rolat held Cissy up, Diltan and Wal each worked on a leg and foot, again massaging free all tightness until she felt like jelly. Cissy thought she might ooze into the water between Rolat’s huge arms. She’d never been so relaxed.

She couldn’t even summon the strength to tense when Wal’s soapy fingers began to cleanse her pussy. All she could do was tremble as his hand worked over her splayed mound. Her head lolled against Rolat’s wide chest as she moaned in gratitude for the sweet sensations waking in her core.

His eyes bright with mischief, Wal looked to Diltan. “She needs a thorough rinsing.”

The Dramok already had a metallic sprayer in his hand, connected by a tube to one of the many jets that lined the pool. “I would be glad to take care of that.”

With a push of a button, a stream of water shot out of the sprayer. Cissy’s eyes widened as Diltan brought it towards her pussy. Her hands instinctively shot out to shield herself, but a laughing Wal caught her wrists, making her helpless.

Diltan’s evil grin was at odds with the gentle cooing tone he spoke with. “Hold still, little girl. Let me get that soap off.”

His aim was deadly accurate. The spray found her clit, and Cissy no longer rode gentle swells of arousal. Ecstatic lust burst forth, fully formed and stampeding towards climax.

Had Diltan left the jet of water unmoving, the violent excitement would have swiftly turned to pain. However he played it over her pussy, letting it stroke the lips and clit and even her plugged ass from different angles. The stream left her screaming, but in rapture. Her body suffused with incredible heat. She damned near crackled with it.

Cissy’s sex heaved all at once, the orgasm tearing through as if to escape an intensity it couldn’t face. She twisted and jerked in Rolat’s arms, her throaty screams turning into high-pitched shrieks. There was no escape. The delicious, insane pleasure continued, forcing brutal climax from her.

Then it was gone, leaving Cissy devastated in its wake. She groaned, her body sagging against the Nobek holding her. Her pussy pulsed with angry surges.

She blinked groggily at the radiant smile beaming from Diltan’s face. He held the now quiet sprayer in his hand, pointed away from her. She eyed it as if it was a weapon he might turn on her at any moment. It essentially was.

“Fu—fuck,” she wheezed. “Fuck.”

“We’ll get to that,” he answered as the other two laughed. “But first, this.”

With his free hand, the Dramok reached to her still convulsing pussy, seizing the red, swollen nubbin at the top. The instant his finger and thumb squeezed, a thunderclap of elation rolled through Cissy again. She yelled at the fresh spasm.

“Don’t, Diltan,” she begged, her feet kicking arcs of water around the group. “Don’t, you’re killing me.”

“Your word is
sholt
,” he reminded her. He rubbed her clit between finger and thumb, making her arch against the stoic Nobek who held her without straining. “If you want me to stop, it is your only way out.”

Cissy gasped as he teased mercilessly. She couldn’t believe that she was tempted to fold because of pleasure. Yet perhaps there could be too much of a good thing. She was crazed from the powerful sensations overloading her wits.

However, the rebellious part of her heard the challenge in Diltan’s tone. He believed she was too weak to withstand the gorgeous torment. He didn’t think she could take it. Cissy didn’t think she could take it either. In fact, she was sure of it. Yet she couldn’t stand to bow to that knowing smirk of his. She might love the man, but she was still ready to argue with him, to make him work to win her over.

Cissy bit her lips together hard, making it hurt, taking what refuge she could from the unbearable bliss.

Diltan’s grin spread wide enough to break his face. “There’s my stubborn little rebel. Last chance, Cecilia.” He pressed the button to turn the jet on again.

A tiny moan of terror escaped Cissy’s clenched jaw. She pulled against Wal’s grip on her wrists even as she shook her head in refusal to bow.

“As you wish, my love.”

He turned the spray on her pussy again. This time her cunt exploded on contact. Every thought was eclipsed by rending passion that tried to tear her body apart.

The jet moved away. Cissy panted, hearing it spatter the surface of the pool. Diltan hadn’t turned it off this time. There would be no more invitations to surrender. With Rolat and Wal holding her open and vulnerable to him, he would make her come as often as it pleased the Dramok to do so.

She was lost in a hellish paradise. Cissy welcomed it with all her being.

Once more, thick sprays of thunderous pressure attacked her pussy. Once more, Cissy lost herself in blinding climax. A brief pause. Renewed rapture. Another brief pause. More luscious agony.

She screamed. She writhed. She sobbed. She surrendered over and over to glorious dissolution for her lovers’ pleasure. She made their will hers, that they would know she would give them everything for as long as they wanted. Forever, if they would grant it to her.

The spray left again after another frenzied release. Through the roaring in her ears, Cissy heard its liquid whisper silence. She peered with blurred eyes to see Diltan lay it on the side of the basin.

Wal still held her wrists, and he brought her clenched fists to his lips to kiss them. “Good girl,” he whispered with warmth. His eyes were filled with love as he looked at her. “Beautiful girl.”