Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (26 page)

The grass was incredibly tall here, trying to tickle the underside of Rachel’s feet through the soft soled shoes Sletran had bought her. As the Nobek helped her down from the great height of Dresk’s back, she noted the distant look in his eyes that gave way to an evaluating stare. He licked his lips.

Somebody’s thinking naughty thoughts
, Rachel decided.

The grass was all the way up to her chest. For some reason she wasn’t sure of, it made her laugh. She waved her arms over her head, as if to attract attention for rescue. The three men chuckled at her act.

Erybet said, “We’ll have to take care we don’t lose you.”

He took her hand, and Conyod took the other. They left the kestarsh to graze. Rachel was not surprised the intelligent creatures didn’t have to be tied to prevent them from wandering away.

Sletran led the way to the stream bank, his large bulk clearing a path for her to walk. What grasses his feet didn’t smash flat for her, the other two men swept aside with their arms. As usual, Rachel was humbled and gratified by their good manners. The Earther women who continued to reject Kalquorians as mates were sure missing out, in her opinion.

The grasses shortened the closer they came to the stream. A few feet away the fronds reached slightly above Rachel’s ankles. Sunlight shimmered against the water like quicksilver, with diamond sparkles to dazzle the eyes. Erybet and Conyod flopped down on the bank and pulled her down to sit between them. Sletran sank down gracefully in front of her, his legs crossed Indian-style as he sat facing her. The sky above was blameless and powder blue. The sun was brilliant but sent down only comfortable warmth to caress her shoulders. The grasses hid everything else, making it as if they were the only people in existence. Rachel couldn’t even see the nearby kestarsh from here.

The ground was springy beneath her butt and legs, almost soft. She thought she could sleep out here and be just as comfortable as if she lounged in a bed. Of course, thinking of bed made her think of other things.

Well, why not? There’s no shuttle traffic overhead. No one else around that I know of.

Rachel gave the three men her naughtiest grin. “Hide here. No people see.”

She yanked down the front of her top to brazenly flash a breast at them. After a second of widened eyes, she snatched it back up and stuck her tongue out at them.

Sletran growled through his devilish grin. “Now why would you put something so lovely away?” He and the other two leaned towards her, their hands reaching.

Rachel pretended horror and gently slapped at the grasping hands. The air came alive with gasps, feminine giggles, and deep chuckles as she made them wrestle her clothes off.

She ended up straddling Sletran, who lay flat on his back. Conyod knelt in front of her, his knees on either side of the Nobek’s shoulders, his erect cocks in front of her face as she braced her hands on Sletran’s chest. Erybet knelt behind her, his legs between their thighs.

Rachel looked at the men surrounding her. Now this was going to be sheer delight.

“Down on me, Ray-Ray,” Sletran coaxed, his hand between them, guiding his main cock to her pussy. His other hand groped a breast with rough passion that made her moan with need.

She sank down on the iron appendage, feeling the tip enter her, sighing as it filled her, growing thicker as it moved deeper and deeper, joining her to the big man. Her recent experiences with the well-endowed men made the taking pure pleasure. Rachel felt none of the ache of earlier sessions of lovemaking, and she actually missed the slight torment that accentuated her desires. Still, she sighed happily as she accepted the entirety of Sletran, feeling how his second cock nestled against the crack of her ass, its length burning and wet.

“Up again,” Erybet whispered in her ear. One of his arms circled her waist, and he tugged her upwards.

Rachel obeyed, moaning a little to feel Sletran’s cock sliding through her. She let Erybet dictate the movement until only the tip of the Nobek’s cock remained inside. She made a sound at the Dramok behind her and resisted.

“All right then,” he said, his voice low and almost evil. “Let’s see how you like this.”

With that, his free hand moved under her, against her pussy. Sletran’s breath caught, and he groan-growled, “My Dramok.” Both his hands were on her breasts now, and he squeezed almost to the point of pain. Rachel gasped, but she didn’t ask him to stop. She loved being at the clan’s mercy.

“Now back down slowly,” Erybet directed. His hand was still beneath her, the angle of it telling her he was gripping Sletran’s cock.

Rachel lowered down onto the thick shaft once more. She frowned. Something else was right there, pressing against her pussy, trying to open her wider so it could enter her as well.

After a moment, she realized what it was. She shot a wide-eyed look over her shoulder at Erybet.

His gaze narrowed. “Do you accept my sexual dominance over you, Ray-Ray?”

Rachel swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. A twist of fear and want made her insides tremble. Well, she’d missed the ache of taking something big.
Be careful what you wish for,
silly girl. You might end up getting it.

“Eryi,”
she whispered and looked away from Erybet only to meet Sletran’s dark, dangerous gaze. A tremor seized her, like prey in the sights of a predator.

Erybet’s tone held no compromise. “Then you will do this. Take all of him inside you.

Both cocks in your pussy.”

Unable to look away from the hungry stare Sletran speared her with, Rachel pressed down.

The tip of the Nobek’s second cock entered her womanhood, joining the primary one. And there was that magnificent ache, a slight discomfort that grew as she took him in. The maelstrom of sensation made her shudder as her body quickly tipped towards orgasm.

“Hold a moment.” Erybet’s breath was hot in her ear. “Let yourself adjust.”

Rachel shuddered in his grasp. She almost had Sletran right where that sensitive spot in her sheath waited. Despite feeling overly full, the tease of having him so close made her a little crazy. She jerked a protest against Erybet.

He chuckled. “So very eager. But I will not have you injured due to impatience, Ray-Ray.”

Conyod caught her face between his hands and made her look up at him. “You are not in control, my heart. If you want Erybet for your Dramok, you must give command of your body over to him.”

Rachel whined, but she stopped fighting. Damn it, she’d fantasized about submitting to a strong man more times than she could count, but she was too used to being the lead. It was killing her to give in.

Conyod smiled down at her, his purple eyes twinkling. “It takes a different kind of strength to surrender, doesn’t it?”

Her lip curled.
Very funny, hot stuff. Stop laughing at me.

There was laughter in Erybet’s voice too. “All right, Matara. A little more now. Keep an eye on her, Conyod.”

The Dramok’s grip loosened, allowing Rachel to lower farther down on Sletran. The pressure moved deeper, deeper … and slid right over that magic spot. A thunderclap of ecstasy blasted through Rachel, making her cry out. Her sex convulsed in reaction, and Sletran yelled out.

“Ancestors!”

Everyone froze, Rachel unwillingly because Erybet’s grip halted her once more. Conyod was still holding her face, so she couldn’t see Sletran. She could feel him though, panting and gasping as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen. For her part, the inside of Rachel’s belly pulsed eager heat, greedy for more of that incredible pressure.

“All right,” came the Nobek’s deep voice after a few seconds. “That was close, but I think I’m ready for her now.”

“Caught you by surprise, did she?” Now Conyod was laughing at him.

“I didn’t realize how strong those interior muscles could be. What an amazing feeling.”

The breathy approval made Rachel feel good. She couldn’t wait to give Sletran more. The instant Erybet eased his hold, she went back to consuming the Kalquorian lying beneath her.

That constant, delicious pressure against the hot button in her sheath had her spasming almost constantly, and she heard Sletran’s steady growl as he enjoyed the sensations.

At last she had him completely enclosed, her bottom resting on his body. She sighed and closed her eyes. She had him. All of him. And it hurt damned good.

Sletran’s hands gently stroked up and down her torso. The tender warm touch sent shivers of delight through her body.

“Release all but the tip of him when you’re ready for more,” Erybet said.

Rachel’s eyes popped open. Conyod let her turn her head so she could look at the man kneeling behind her.
More?

He grinned. His hand slid over her buttocks and she felt the sweetness of his touch against her anus. “More. But just the one cock here.”

Her jaw dropped. Could she really handle another cock in there when she had two up front?

Erybet nodded, as if he could discern her thoughts. “It’s been done with other clans.

Earther females are pliant enough if care is taken by everyone involved. The sexual manuals call it
tutlito tolp
.”

“Ultimate possession,” Conyod translated. “While you hold Sletran and Erybet in that manner, you will take me in your mouth.”

The expression on his face told Rachel there was more to this than a kinky sex position. She raised an eyebrow at the men.

Sletran looked up at her, his eyes half-hooded with lust. “The position, if accepted by the Matara, indicates her trust in the men enjoying her body. She is placing the whole of her wellbeing in their care as well as offering herself for their pleasure.”

Erybet added, “Of course, the men do all in their power to see not only to her safety, but her pleasure as well.”

Rachel considered them. That dark part of her mentality definitely liked the sound of

‘ultimate possession’. And she’d wanted all three at once, hadn’t she? The thought resonated with her eager body, making her clench around Sletran again. His eyes rolled a little in reaction.

It also felt like a test, of sorts. It seemed obvious to her that giving over so totally meant something to this clan. If she accepted their challenge to perform this
tutlito tolp
, would they finally clan her? After all, giving herself so completely had to tell them she was serious about them. That she trusted them to not hurt her.

She looked from one to the next. Her beloved Conyod, with his encouraging smile, who’d helped her unlock her lost voice. Of course she trusted him. With all her heart and soul.

Rachel looked at Erybet next. So beautiful. So hopeful. So insistent she let him be the leader he was born to be, yet patient when she resisted. And careful, not allowing her to be hurt when they tried something like this. Yes, she trusted him too.

She turned to Sletran. She sat atop him, yet knew he could overpower her in an instant, probably before she even knew what was happening. He’d said he feared hurting her. The Nobek was incredibly dangerous and his past trauma no doubt increased the peril of being around him. Could she trust him?

Rachel wasn’t sure. There was still so much hidden about the man. Yet she knew his pain and knew how much a show of confidence in him would help him heal. How displaying anything less might hurt him. She loved Sletran and wanted his recovery. Wanted it bad enough to chance her own safety for it.

She nodded. “
Eryi. Tutlito tolp
.”

“Rise up for me, Ray-Ray.” Erybet’s voice was soft and coaxing.

Rachel slowly lifted her hips, groaning to feel Sletran’s double thickness pulling through her swollen, sensitive pussy. Their mingled wetness helped her move over him easily despite being so stuffed.

She stopped just before the tip of his smaller penis could leave her. Erybet’s arm around her waist held her steady as a hard, hot prod brushed against her anus. It only now occurred to her that he hadn’t prepared her by stretching her with his fingers as the men usually did. But she’d had Sletran there only hours before, late last night. That Nobek did like butt sex with his larger cock. Not that she minded. It had been a favored activity with Marcus too.

Rachel closed her eyes, concentrating on relaxing as Erybet pressed in. She released a breath of relief when the ring of muscles yielded easily to his careful invasion. Then she groaned with renewed arousal as his cock filled her backside, eliciting a deep pleasurable pressure nearly as delightful but decidedly different from having Sletran in her pussy.

“Let me direct the pace,” Erybet gasped in her ear. She nodded her agreement.

As he withdrew, his arm about her waist lowered her so that she was fully impaled on Sletran. Then the Dramok slowly pushed into her again, making his clanmate slide nearly free of her once more.

Rachel swayed between them, her moans nonstop as she took them in turns. A cascade of heady delights swept through her: the dark pleasure of Erybet moving deep inside her only to draw back out, Sletran’s twin cocks pressing hard on the bundle of nerves as he traveled in until he found the end of her and sent sparkles of toe-curling excitement coursing through her entire body, and finally the decadent grind of his pelvis against her clit as their bodies met. Burning rose from her pussy up into her belly, from her ass all the way up her spine to make her dizzy with sensation.

Hands cupped either side of her head. Rachel opened her eyes to see Conyod’s cocks closing in on her wide-open, groaning mouth. The larger one wept a tear of honey, and as it came into range, she flicked it onto the tip of her tongue. The wondrous flavor of him and his spicy scent filled her senses. She gratefully accepted him, her lips closing over the soft, silky flesh over hot iron, rubbing her tongue on the underside as it slid into her mouth, stopping just short of making her gag. The second one slid under her chin. Rachel sucked hard on the one her mouth possessed to claim his delicious lubrication and the seeping pre-cum, her cheeks caving in with the effort.