Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (20 page)

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Rachel let him feed her the small bite with a giggle. For one thing, it was funny for a big man like the Dramok to feed her like a devoted slave. For another, she was putting on as happy a face as she could because she felt the tension between him and Conyod. The Imdiko sat on the other side of her, hovering with as much dedication, waiting to feed her a bite of something else.

Erybet grinned. “Yes, I know it is strange for you to be fed. It is our custom, one of the many ways we try to serve Mataras to let them know of our esteem for them.”

Rachel chewed the flaky, pastry-like food. It sure wasn’t like any bird she’d ever eaten.

She’d never know in a million years it was meat. It was very good. She could definitely get used to eating it … and being fed like a queen. She swallowed her mouthful and turned to Conyod, batting her eyes.

Conyod laughed, and she relaxed to see the tension between his brows ease. “Oh, so you enjoy having men waiting on you. Careful, Erybet. This one will be spoiled if we’re not careful.”

Rachel tapped her handheld.
Having you wait on me seems perfectly reasonable. Who am I
to criticize Kalquorian customs?

She gave them both her sauciest grin, which they answered with chuckles. She sensed the men were loosening up, thank goodness.

Swallowing another delicious tidbit, Rachel noted a smudge of sauce on Erybet’s lower lip.

She raised up to lick it off, earning a surprised look. He choked a little on what he’d been chewing.

Conyod’s eyebrows rose. “Hmm. If that’s how you clean …” He set the morsel of pilchok he’d been waiting to feed her on his lap, leaned back, and smiled innocently.

Erybet roared with laughter at his Imdiko’s antics. Rachel gave Conyod a mock scowl. He was completely unrepentant, but he did reach to take the pilchok from his crotch. “I only joke, my sweet.”

Rachel bent down hurriedly to get to the food before he could take it away from its very delectable setting. While she was down there, she gave him a playful nip.

Conyod yelped a little and laughed. “Naughty girl. Let’s see how you like it.”

He tugged down the front of Rachel’s dress and plopped a blob of vegetable paste on her breast. He then proceeded to lick it off slowly, to her immeasurable delight.

“My turn,” Erybet growled when the Imdiko was done. He mimicked the same action with her other breast.

Their mouths on her breasts sent warm, ticklish sensations down lower. Rachel groaned as the Dramok drew on the soft flesh, his teeth scraping deliciously against her skin. He rose from his ‘feast’ with a happy sigh.

Rachel decided the boys hadn’t had nearly enough.
I’m no appetizer. I’m a main course
, she thought, and began pushing the dishes before them to the farther edges of the table.

“Ray-Ray?” Conyod said, his brows drawn together in confusion.

As soon as she’d cleared enough space, Rachel turned away from the table and laid back, so that its surface supported her torso. She laced her fingers behind her head with her arms splayed out. Then she wiggled her eyebrows at the two men watching her.

Lust and delight suffused their features as they figured out what she was up to. But when Conyod leaned towards her, Erybet barred him with one arm. “No, if we do this, we do it right.

The entire buffet belongs on the table.”

Conyod’s happy smile signaled his agreement. The two men pulled Rachel’s dress entirely off her body. As usual, she couldn’t help but cringe when she was totally exposed. She made herself relax when not only did the men pretend not to notice her sudden tension, but they continued to be very aroused to judge from the erections straining their pants. They quickly rearranged the table, putting some dishes on the floor, so that they could lay Rachel out full length upon it.

“Hands back behind your head again, like you did before,” Conyod said.

Rachel did as told, her heart beating fast in anticipation.

“Good. Now don’t move.”

The two men began dishing out the dinner all over her body. As they arranged the meal so it wouldn’t fall off her, they fed her bites until her stomach was full. She fought not to wiggle when ticklish parts were handled, though she huffed warnings at them from time to time.

At last Erybet leaned back to take in the view. He grinned at his clanmate. “She already looked delicious, but now she’s a feast. Where to start?”

Conyod’s gaze wandered all over the landscape of her body clad in the men’s dinner. “From the top and we’ll work our way down.”

“Makes sense. I know what I want for dessert.” Erybet stared at her crotch. It was covered by a bowl-shaped leaf filled with tiny green pea-shaped roe. “And I’m not talking about the rizpah eggs.” His searing gaze made Rachel hot all over.

The men went to work on their feast. Their rough tongues lapped every hint of vegetable paste and every dollop of whipped potatoes from her skin. Their teeth nipped gently where they nibbled at chunks of ronka meat, pilchok, and roast beef. They sucked on her flesh where juices ran in rivulets. They especially lingered in the spots that made her wriggle helplessly.

Erybet gently chastised her. “Now, now, my lovely little buffet. You were told to be still.

If you can’t behave, I’ll have to put you over my knee.”

He’d been licking an especially sensitive place, the tiny indentation between belly and hipbone. That ticklish spot rendered her unable to stay still. It didn’t help that Conyod was eagerly lapping fish eggs from right over her mound. The two sensations made it impossible not to squirm.

At Erybet’s threat of a spanking, a thrill chased down Rachel’s spine. Marcus used to playfully pop her rear once in awhile when she’d been particularly naughty with her teasing.

The warmth of her bottom from such strikes had always gotten her wet. She’d thought of asking her long-ago lover to spank her like a child but had never gotten the nerve up to do so. She’d been afraid he’d think her strange. Heck, she thought it was a little strange.

Now I’ll never know, not with him. But perhaps these guys, with their liking for bondage…?

Conyod had been watching her with half-lidded eyes as his feeding brought him closer and closer to uncovering her mound. Now a jet-black eyebrow rose. “I do believe our little Ray-Ray might want to be disciplined.”

Erybet paused licking that tender area that was driving her crazy. “Are you a naughty girl, my sweet?” His voice was gentle, but he nipped her skin hard enough to make it sting. Rachel gasped with the sudden stab of acute arousal. The warm wash of soft passion had a more assertive nature.

Erybet licked low, almost to the crease between thigh and mound before the lettuce cup got in the way. “Would you like to know how it feels when a man makes your pretty rump hot from a spanking?” he growled.

Rachel swallowed. Want, huge and demanding, rolled through her belly. The waft of cinnamon scent told her the men felt just as excited about the prospect as she. She nodded two quick jerks of her head.

Both men growled that time. Looking like her gentle therapist’s evil, lustful twin, Conyod said, “After our meal is finished, you will be properly chastised.”

There wasn’t much left of that meal, and both men made no pretense of hurrying through the last of it. Conyod tossed aside the leaf cup at the end and dragged his tongue over her soaked slit. Rachel cried out as hunger surged through her pussy. Then Erybet had a lick too.

“Very wet,” he proclaimed. “I bet we can get you wetter.”

He sat on the edge of the table. Conyod picked her up and settled her facedown across the long, sleekly muscled legs of his Dramok. Rachel felt Erybet’s erections press against her hip.

He caressed her ass, his hands big and warm. Strong. A spanking from those hands would hurt.

Suddenly she was very tense and afraid. But she was also churning out juices, practically gushing at the thought of the Dramok wearing her ass out.

What is wrong with me?

Erybet’s voice was breathy, but he sounded careful as well. “Rachel, can you say the word
sholt
?”

She licked her dry lips.
“Sholt.”

Conyod stroked her head and leaned down so he could look her in the eyes. “Very good.

That is Kalquorian for ‘stop’.”

Erybet’s voice over her head was as warm as his hands. “I have no intention of making you suffer, my sweet. This spanking is only for play and our mutual pleasure. If at any time you are uncomfortable, whether it be emotionally or physically, say
sholt
. I will stop immediately.”

Conyod gave her an encouraging smile. They were so careful with her. They made her feel something she couldn’t claim too often: safe. She smiled back at the Imdiko and nodded.

He said, “Stay relaxed, Ray-Ray. It hurts more if you tense up.”

She nodded again and concentrated on making herself soft and easy. Erybet continued to caress her rump, tracing its curves with a delicate touch. “So beautiful. You’ll be watching her, Conyod?”

“Carefully.”

Erybet sighed. One hand drifted from her butt up her spine, settling at the middle of her back. It flattened out and pressed her against his thigh. He was holding her down. Keeping her still for his discipline. Desire stabbed through Rachel’s pussy. It was coming.

The hand still on her ass disappeared. Then a meaty clap resounded through the room. It took a moment before Rachel’s right ass cheek pulsed to life. She jerked a little, her eyes widening. Warmth suffused where his hand still lay, and there were little darts of pain at the edges. As discipline went, he’d been pretty gentle.

She relaxed. Well, it wasn’t the mindblowing excitement she’d hoped for, nor the agony-filled torture she’d feared. It was okay. A little kinky, so it was kind of fun in a taboo sort of way.

Erybet’s hand lifted again. Another clap, this one louder than the first. Her left cheek suddenly blazed to life, the pain sharper this time. She jumped, jerked her head up, met Conyod’s dark gaze with wide eyes. He watched her intently, and Erybet paused again.

Rachel’s backside throbbed a little with her heartbeat. It was warm. So warm. The heat tickled its way into her pussy, making something inside turn over. This was better than just okay. This was
good
.

Rachel closed her eyes. She waited. Erybet’s hand disappeared again.

Smack, smack, smack, smack!

The quick torrent of slaps crashed against her bottom, and she yelped in surprise. Then burning bright agony swept over her ass, and she writhed. Erybet’s hand kept her pinned down, making Rachel aware of his absolute control over her. She had nowhere to go. No way to escape, should he choose to ignore her plea for him to stop. She was defenseless and completely at his mercy.

Devouring arousal tore through her guts. Something inside took the pain and helplessness and turning it into need greater than she’d ever known before. She gasped against the fiery heat spreading from her ass straight to her pussy. Heaven and earth, something was really wrong with her, but she was getting off on the punishment. She wanted more.

“
Sholt
, Rachel?” Conyod’s voice seemed to come from a million miles away.

Sholt
? Was he kidding? She wished she had learned the Kalquorian phrase for ‘keep it fucking coming’.

She thrust her hips up, begging for more of that heavy, exacting hand. Erybet’s rumble was delighted. “That is definitely not a request to stop.” His fingers slid to bathe in the flow of her pussy. “By the ancestors, she’s soaked. You really did find us the perfect Matara, my Imdiko.

All right then, little one. A good, firm round of discipline to make us all very happy.”

The thigh supporting hers moved so that her pelvis rested on it instead. Conyod sat up and moved over to pillow her head on his leg. Then Erybet gave her a real spanking, such as not even her parents had ever given her.

The air filled with sharp reports, sobbing gasps, and little squeals. Rachel’s world narrowed to one of burning heat and piercing arousal. She bucked and fought to break free, and the firm hand holding her down gave her no escape.

She did not say
sholt
.

Through the pain she became aware of how her jerks moved her clit against Erybet’s thigh.

Shocks of need fed the inferno of the spanking, and she rubbed hard against the muscled expanse. She completely forgot about trying to get away from that pounding hand slapping her backside. She had to come. Groans interrupted her cries as she worked to find nirvana.

She got hotter and wetter by the moment. Moaning, she braced her hands against the table between the support of Conyod and Erybet’s legs. Her feet dug for purchase against the surface, trying to find some way to make better, stronger contact with the thigh holding her butt up for its punishment. Her clit scraped against him, but she just couldn’t get the right angle to make the teasing orgasm hit.

Erybet rumbled something in Kalquorian, and Conyod answered. The Dramok shifted his leg, removing the tantalizing pressure Rachel had been determined to get more of. Before she could scream the protest that barreled up her throat, Conyod leaned over her. His fingers groped down her lower belly, zeroing in on her mound. She keened a desperate, wordless plea. The next instant his fingers closed over the swollen nub.

The searing heat from Erybet’s spanking had reached a crescendo. Rachel felt her total helplessness against the two men as they controlled her body, her ass, her clit. Climax burst through her, shattering from the inside out. She shrieked as if in hell rather than heaven as blinding white starbursts … one, two, three, four … rocketed through her.

The spanking ended as she writhed helplessly against the pounding strength of her body’s reaction. Conyod continued to stroke her clit, insisting on releasing every last mote of tension from her pussy. When her jerks eased to shudders, he finally released her to lie limp across their legs.