Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (16 page)

Typical men, not bothering to make their bed.

A glimmer of metal caught her peripheral vision, and Rachel looked over to see a silvery chain and manacle peeking out from behind one haphazardly drawn drape. Her eyes widened.

Erybet and Sletran followed her gaze, and both faces flushed with color. Erybet shamefacedly stepped over and adjusted the curtain to cover the restraint.

Rachel thought,
Well, well. I wonder which of them was bound by that? Or maybe it was
Conyod? Oh yum.

She had a momentary vision of herself chained to the wall, with all three Kalquorians looming over her. It was her turn to flush, but the heat in her face had nothing to do with embarrassment. Warmth trickled between her legs. Now that was a thought to get her motor running.

She grinned at the two men carefully watching her and waggled her eyebrows at them.

Their mouths dropped open in twin expressions of shock.

Erybet burst out laughing. “Matara! You truly are uninhibited. But may I suggest we keep it simple for our first time?”

Rachel nodded. Yes, she wanted her hands free to enjoy these two. She ached to touch Erybet’s long, lithe frame and Sletran’s bulkier muscled one. Two very different men physically, but equally as fine. Choices, choices.

Surprise radiated through her senses when the pair led her to the sleeping mat. Sletran took her handheld and laid it on a nearby table. With the Nobek behind her and Erybet in front, they began exploring her body over her simple sheath dress.

Both of them? At the same time?

Apparently so. Four hands, each bigger than her head, ran all over her torso. She wore a bra, but her nipples tightened under the warm touches. The tips poked into blatant buttons through the fabric of cups and dress. Erybet drew circles around the outlines with his thumbs, making her gasp and arch in reaction.

Sletran was forced to bend a little to kiss the length of her neck. His hands slipped over her ribs, arrowing down to frame the vee of her sex. Wicked fingers crept in to rub her mound, bringing moans from her throat.

Erybet’s mouth descended onto hers. She parted her lips for his raspy tongue, granting entrance. It plunged in to taste her, twisting delightfully to experience all of that orifice. Rachel grabbed his shoulders, pulling him as close as she could.

One of Sletran’s fingers probed at her cleft, discovering the wet crease of her through panties and dress. She rolled her hips forward until her clit made contact with the pressure of his touch. She felt a simultaneous melting and electrical spark. Her breath caught and she twisted her hips, moving to stimulate that eager bit of flesh.

“Uninhibited and assertive with her wants,” Sletran chuckled. “She might require chains and bindings on a regular basis, my Dramok.”

Erybet broke the kiss and looked down at Rachel, his eyes dark and dangerous enough to make her shiver with delicious fear. “Indeed. I appreciate the eagerness, though she could use a few lessons in surrendering herself rather than trying to take what she wants.”

Rachel lifted her chin in challenge. She thought,
Good luck on that, big boy.

Erybet’s brows drew together. “Yes, there will definitely be a little schooling of the intimate nature needed.” He leaned down to whisper against her lips. “Never challenge a Dramok’s alpha instincts, my little Ray-Ray. Not unless you appreciate a show of force.”

Hmm, a show of force? The thought of herself in chains once more assaulted Rachel’s senses. Maybe she would appreciate such a display of Kalquorian strength.

Rachel’s hands flashed down from Erybet’s shoulders to grab onto the massive erection straining his shorts. At the same time she rose up on her toes so she could close her teeth on his lower lip. She nipped gently, meanwhile massaging the thick length beneath her fingers.

An instant later, she was flat on her back on the bed with the growling Dramok stretched over her. Her wrists were pinned over her head in one of his fists. The other hand circled her throat. There was no pressure, no attempt to choke her. It was a control display only.

Rachel gasped. She’d never felt any movement. In a blink of an eye she’d gone from vertical to horizontal. That fucker was
fast
.

She’d never been so turned on in her entire life.

“Do you understand now?” Erybet asked. The growl was gone, leaving his tone amused.

Rachel grinned fit to split her face. Oh yeah, she understood. She understood that sex with this particular dominating Kalquorian was going to be incredible.

Sletran roared with laughter. “She is a match for you, my Dramok.” He fell onto the bed to lie next to Rachel. “You might get her to obey, but you’ll have to prove yourself worthy of the honor.”

Erybet chuckled. “There is nothing I’d rather do. A prize is not worth winning if there is no challenge.” He dropped a surprisingly gentle kiss on her still-smiling lips. “And you are a very great prize, my little Ray-Ray.”

This time when he moved her, she had an instant of feeling the motion. She was on her feet again in the blink of an eye. Erybet held her still by the wrists, stretching her tall.

“Dress off,” he said, and Sletran’s hands were at the hem of her sheath, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion, even when Erybet had to release her hands to allow him to do so. The men were so quick that Erybet had hold of her again before she even realized she stood between them in only bra and panties. Not pausing for an instant, Sletran got her underclothes off as well, leaving her completely nude in front of virtual strangers.

They could see her scars.

Rachel twisted a little in Erybet’s uncompromising grip, trying to find some way to shield the ugliness from their gaze. Sletran grabbed her hips, holding her so she couldn’t escape their scrutiny.

“Stay still, my dark beauty. Let us look at you and these so-called ‘hideous scars’.”

Rachel had little choice, given their greater strength. She drew a shuddering breath and looked at Erybet. She wouldn’t shrink from his disappointment or disgust. She would face his reaction bravely, though she wanted to curl in on herself.

Erybet looked her over carefully, as if to memorize every curve of her body. She couldn’t tell from his expression what he thought. It was almost as disconcerting as knowing Sletran was looking at her backside and not being able to see him at all.

At some silent signal, they turned her around so she faced the Nobek. He also gazed long and hard at her, no doubt imprinting every flaw, large and minute, in his mind. Rachel had never felt so uncomfortably exposed in her life.

At last Sletran’s eyes rose to look into her face. To Rachel’s surprise, his expression was that of a man impressed by what he’d seen. He nodded approval. “Such a proud warrior. A woman like you is rare and wonderful.”

“Indeed you are,” Erybet agreed from behind her. “One of uncommon strength. I am honored to bed one such as you.”

Tears sprang to her eyes. They were so nice to treat her gently. She couldn’t see the slightest hint of disappointment in their eyes. And their arousal scent had increased. Maybe it had been so long since they’d seen boobs and a pussy that they were able to get past the disfigurement.

When they put her on the bed this time, they did so slowly, with seeming reverence. They laid her down, but Erybet kept her wrists pinned. Excitement surged through Rachel. They were still going to make love to her. Her scars hadn’t scared them off.

Now that Rachel had some reassurance that sex was going to happen, she wanted Erybet to let her loose. She pulled against his grip, making whimpering sounds. Damn it, she wanted to touch them!

“Sletran.” Erybet put a lot of command in his utterance of the other man’s name.

Apparently, it was all he needed to say, because the Nobek immediately took his place in holding her arms down.

She made another protesting sound and kicked her feet against the soft mattress in furious protest.

“So demanding. But I’ll let it slide this instance in honor of our first time together.”

Erybet’s eyes were bright with contained mirth. “Now hush, little sweet. Your pleasure comes first, and you must allow us to take care of your needs.”

With that, he moved away from the bed to stand before the curtain-draped wall. He swept the fabric aside. There were no strange or crazy bondage instruments behind this particular drape. He did something, and a drawer slid soundlessly out of the wall. The Dramok rummaged in it for a moment, then extracted a couple of objects. Another motion, and the drawer disappeared seamlessly into the wall once more.

Erybet stalked back to the sleeping mat, his smile evil enough to make Rachel’s guts clench in anticipation. But when she looked at the things he carried, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of them.

One was a cylindrical metal object with what appeared to be a soft foam cover at one end.

The other looked just like a miniature Kalquorian penis … well miniature compared to what Conyod had possessed both front and back. It was slightly less than what Marcus had been gifted with. Was the Dramok planning to fuck her with it?

It had a flat flared base too. Rachel guessed it was to prevent it from going in too far. Okay, she thought she could handle a little experimentation with the fake cock, but she dearly hoped to get the real deal as well. She just wished she knew what the soft-tipped metal cylinder was for.

Erybet knelt between her legs. “We enjoy using various accessories when we make love.

You don’t seem adverse to a little adventure. Or being held down.”

Rachel gave him a little shrug, since she didn’t know just how much ‘adventure’ he wanted to take her on. She gave the cylinder a doubtful look.

“This? It won’t cause any pain. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Dushveb, misfot
.”

At the foreign words, the cylinder made a low humming sound. His gaze on her face, Erybet lowered the cushioned end of the cylinder to Rachel’s sex, touching her clit. A steady vibration pulsed against her flesh. Rachel gave a little cry as pleasure clenched her lower parts.

Her hips jerked, and the Dramok took the cylinder away.

“Enjoyable, isn’t it? Would you like more?”

Rachel’s pussy was trembling in the aftermath of the brief but intense contact with the device. She wasn’t sure how much stimulation from it she could handle. Could there be such a thing as too much pleasure? She was almost afraid to find out.

“Ray-Ray, I asked you a yes-or-no question, one you can easily answer. Do you want more or not?”

There was challenge in his voice, and damn him, she’d never been able to turn down a challenge. It was a matter of stupid, blind pride and she knew it. It still didn’t change the fact that she refused to back down from anything. Besides, he was thrilling her body, not hurting her.

She jerked a nod at him.

Erybet’s grin was almost cruel as he brought the vibrating toy to Rachel’s clit again. Fierce elation shot through her groin and belly. She yelled and her hips bucked off the bed. He pressed it to her more firmly, and she writhed uncontrollably, her cries growing louder as hot, stomach clenching orgasm stampeded towards her. Erybet kept up with her gyrations, not letting her escape the pulsating machine. Oh gosh, she was going over, going to come harder than she’d ever come before…

The belly-twisting sensation was suddenly gone. Erybet had withdrawn the massage toy again. Rachel panted and stared at him. Why had he stopped? She’d been ready to orgasm.

Damn it, she’d been right there! The ache in her loins was pounding, demanding release, and she squirmed desperately, thrusting her hips up at the Dramok.

“My Nobek, she acts as if she wants more. Too bad she can’t tell us, isn’t it?” The look on Erybet’s face was positively evil.

“Very unfortunate,” Sletran agreed. His expression was every bit as devilish.

Rachel squealed and thrust her hips up again. She didn’t understand why they were teasing her. What kind of jerks was Conyod clanned to, anyway?

“Do you accept my authority over you, little Ray-Ray?” Erybet asked.

Authority? Like control? Rachel stilled. If he was discussing just this sexual encounter, she could live with that. But what if he was looking for more?

“I guess I must prove my case a little better,” the Dramok mused. He set the fake dick down on the bed and grasped the back of Rachel’s leg. Raising it, he said, “Will you hold this for me, Sletran?”

“Of course.” With the hand not pinning her wrists, the Nobek took hold and held her leg up and out.

At the same time, Erybet tucked her other knee between his arm and side, rendering that leg powerless as well. Rachel gasped. She was open and vulnerable to him now. With his free hand, Erybet spread open her pussy lips, fully exposing her engorged clit. The humming device lowered towards it.

Rachel strained to jerk free. She couldn’t move, and the vibrator was getting closer …

closer…

The light touch sent a blast of renewed ecstasy through her loins. She tensed all over, her body battling to both escape and embrace the wicked instrument. Able to do neither, it strained to release the mounting pressure.

Oh please.

Erybet took the device away once again. “
Sholt
,” he said, and it fell quiet.

Rachel lay gasping, her senses chaotic with need and denial. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. She’d never known such delightful agony. Part of her wanted to escape, but another part wanted to remain under the pair’s power as well, even if they continued to torment her. The warring emotions confused her. She wanted a moment to think the situation through.

Unfortunately, Erybet had no intention of giving her any time for contemplation.

“You are quite wet, Matara,” he said, his tone approving. “Perhaps you are reluctant to give yourself over, but your body is eager for my command. I think perhaps just a touch more convincing will make you accept my authority.”

He set the cylinder down. His finger traced her swollen, sensitive pussy, and Rachel keened a wordless plea. Something, anything, would feel good inside her right now. She ached to be filled. She ached to come. Damn it, she just plain ached.