Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (33 page)

His mouth covered the muscle in the side of her neck. Rachel felt the sting of his fangs poised to bite into her flesh. She stretched her head to one side, surrendering to his bite. His teeth plunged in, and she warbled a high pitched cry at the exquisite pain.

The tiny punctures numbed in an instant. As Sletran pumped intoxicant into her veins, Rachel rocked her hips, moving faster and harder. Erotic euphoria filled her senses from the Nobek’s bite. Gorgeous sensation billowed through her body. She was getting close.

“So beautiful watching her with him.” Rachel heard Erybet’s voice from nearby.

She’d forgotten he and Conyod were right there, seeing her give herself to their clanmate.

Looking at her while she fucked him. Being on display was every bit a thrill as being spanked, and Rachel felt her insides clenching as she closed in on the inevitable end. She jerked hard against Sletran, orgasm just a breath away.

Sletran released the bite and licked over the tiny wounds. His hands closed over her breasts and he squeezed. His breath was a hurricane in her ear. “Come, my beauty. Come now.”

Rachel’s pussy seized. White-hot climax exploded. Her insides heaved in tidal waves. An instant later Sletran cried out, his body stiffening behind her. Then he bucked, ramming his cock in and out twice before shoving harder. She felt the iron bar of him pulse hugely. He was coming, pumping her full of his seed. Her pussy flexed, drawing every drop of precious liquid from him. She sagged in the manacles, the last of energy drained from her body.

At last the big Kalquorian slumped behind her. His arms circled her body, and he kissed the back of her neck. “My mate,” he whispered.

Rachel closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his warmth against her back. All was right in her world.

“I’d better fetch some stim tabs.” Conyod sounded a little breathless himself. “Otherwise, you and I will have to take care of each other, my Dramok.”

“As much as that never fails to please me, I would prefer my Matara this first night of our clanship.”

Conyod chuckled as he left the room in a hurry. Rachel didn’t even raise her head as her wrists were unshackled. She floated in contentment from the combined effects of liquor, Kalquorian intoxicant, and sensational climax. Her whole body hummed with quiet pleasure.

“Open your mouth and let this dissolve on your tongue.”

Rachel didn’t bother to open her eyes to see what Conyod was giving her. Her lips parted and a small, flat strip was placed on her tongue. She’d never taken a stim tab before, so she had no idea what to expect.

There was a hint of tart sweetness, like an exotic fruit. It disappeared fairly quickly. Rachel was barely aware that she was no longer vertical. Not quite horizontal, either, though she felt a firm but giving surface beneath her back. More like her butt was draped over a hill with her head below it. Warm hands spread her legs apart. Fingers opened her pussy, stroked it gently. Curls of delight wove through her loins. Nice. So very nice…

Rachel’s heart began to beat faster. Energy suddenly coursed through her body, as if she’d been plugged into a socket. The sluggish pleasure brightened, and she was abruptly fully aroused once more. Her eyes flew open.

“Welcome back, my angel,” Erybet said. He knelt naked on top of the half-circle cushion, right between her wide open legs.

“Retig,”
she mumbled. Wow, stim tabs were a lot more potent than coffee. She felt like she could run a marathon right now. Or spend the entire night fucking the gorgeous creature looking down on her, his cocks sticking straight out from his body.

Yes, fucking sounded like the better of the two options. But what the hell was Erybet wearing on his cocks?

Two joined rings were pushed up all the way to the bases of his penises. They were made of some flexible material that was colored dark brown and covered in small nubs. At the top, right above Erybet’s primary cock, was a square of more of the material with an indentation, like a little pocket.

From her experiences with Marcus, Rachel knew holding the base of the penis tight could inhibit ejaculation. So Erybet wearing the rings there made sense if he wanted to prolong their joining. But that top part of the thing … she couldn’t make sense of it.

Erybet grinned as he watched her puzzle over the strange object. “Ready for some new experiences, Ray-Ray?” he asked.

With her energy restored, Rachel was more than ready. She motioned with both hands.

Bring it on.

Erybet seized her thighs, drawing her pussy and ass up to his groin. He entered her carefully, mindful she hadn’t had anything in her tighter orifice for a few hours. Still, he was slick with lubricant and she accepted him with ease. He was soon completely embedded in her.

The nubby surface of his double cock ring sent shivers of delight up her spine. Like the cushion she lay on, the thing was firm yet pliable too. It was a most fascinating sensation. Her still engorged clit fit just inside that little pocket area at the top. Well that was interesting.

Erybet’s eyes narrowed as he looked down on her.
“Satacri. Misfot.”

The rings began to vibrate, massaging all the flesh surrounding her vagina and anus. That in itself would have been enough to galvanize her senses, but the little pocket holding her clit…

Rachel arched as a shout poured from her lungs. The sleeve was flexible and it molded around her clit, moving gently back and forth with gentle but direct pressure. It vibrated too, the pulses making her wild with rapture.

“My gift to you,” Erybet said, his eyes full of deviltry. “I’m glad you like it.”

His hips drew away from hers, pulling the cockring away from her delighted flesh. The clit mold-thingy gave up her nubbin reluctantly, pulling it until she was released from its sweetly tormenting grip. Rachel heaved in a breath. Damn, that thing was—

She didn’t get to finish the thought. Erybet pressed deep into her. Tiny vibrations pulsed against her flesh and the clit mold sucked her into its delightful clutch once more. It throbbed with delicate insistence.

Erybet fucked her with slow, deliberate thrusts, making her feel every nuanced pulse of the cockring’s vibrations. Rachel quaked beneath him, her body tumultuous with reaction.

Perspiration sheened her body. Her moans were continuous, heightening to wild cries every time the clit mold laid hold of her sensitive button.

“Lovely,” Erybet grunted. “I like seeing you writhe beneath me.”

His belly undulated, as sinuous as a snake as he plunged in and out of her. Had she not been so crazed by pleasure, Rachel would have appreciated the graceful dance of the muscles in his abdomen. The Dramok’s beauty was supplanted by the gorgeous sensations racing through her lower body however.

“I think you are ready for more,” he said.
“Cemed.”

The cockring’s vibrations increased. The clit mold’s pulling became more insistent.

Pleasure bellowed through Rachel’s belly and she bellowed back. She reached desperately to push Erybet off her before she shattered.

He laughed and pulled her legs up so they draped over his shoulders. Rachel was forced to throw her hands back to brace against the floor. A part of her knew the Dramok wouldn’t let her fall, but instinct took over as her balance was knocked off kilter.

His groin pounded against her in quick, hard strokes. The clit mold had hold of her more often than not now, and she felt her insides coiling tight. Oh Jesus, Mohammed, and Moses, when she came she’d blast into a million pieces. Rachel actually feared the power of the oncoming climax. She strained to keep it from happening, convinced it might kill her. Too powerful. Too much.

Erybet ground out another word between clenched teeth.
“Fihul.”

Incredibly, the cockring pulsated faster than before. The clit mold drew hard on Rachel’s little pink pearl. She lost the battle as searing orgasm blew through, decimating her. Exquisite rapture seized with a strength that hurt.

After an eternity the first paroxysm abated, followed by convulsions of ebbing strength.

Little by little, Rachel became aware that Erybet had stilled and the cockring was silent.

“Amazing,” he said. “And well worth the hell I’m in right now.”

He pulled his still rigid cocks free of her. With a groan, he eased the double ring off his flesh. Then he moved Rachel so that the top of the cushion nestled in the hollow of her lower back. Erybet lay on top of her, slipping his cocks back into her warmth once more.

His mouth found hers. She opened for his stroking tongue, the rest of her body too loose-limbed in the wake of her orgasm to move. She felt fresh warmth nestle in her womb as Erybet plunged deep in her, rutting with almost desperate strength. When he groaned and his cock pulsed with release, she responded with small, blissful spasms.

Rachel sighed. Damn, these guys were good.

Erybet peppered her face with quick, happy kisses. She giggled at the adorable display of affection. At nearly seven feet tall, behemoth or not, her pretty boy was just too adorable when he was satisfied.

A thud next to her turned both their heads. Conyod smiled sweetly from a few inches away.

He lay on his side, propping his jaw against his hand. “Hi,” he said, every bit as cute as their Dramok despite his more rugged features.

“Retig.”
She grinned. Her lady parts were a bit tired and she knew she would be sore in the morning, but this was her wedding – or clanning – night. The stim tab was still doing its work, keeping her alert. Good thing, because tonight was due some wild shenanigans, she believed.

She wouldn’t mind riding Kalquorian flesh until the sun came up.

“Do you need a pain inhibitor yet?” the Imdiko asked.

She shook her head and gave him a thumbs up. It was so sweet, so very Conyod of him to worry for her wellbeing when he no doubt was horny as hell.

“Our mate has stamina,” Erybet said, rising off her.

His cocks slid wetly from her, unleashing a flood of fluids. Rachel wrinkled her nose. A shower would definitely be in order soon, but it was kind of titillating to feel the evidence of Erybet and Sletran’s passion.

“Poor Imdiko,” Sletran said. He lay on his stomach on the sleeping mat, watching the three of them. “Waiting so long for a turn at our most delicious clanmate.”

Conyod’s smile deepened. “She’s worth waiting for. An entire eternity, but I’m happy it didn’t come to that.”

Rachel reached to caress his face. She was clanned to Conyod. Her first Kalquorian love.

She rolled onto her side to move close enough to kiss him. As their lips met, he shifted so that their fronts met. His arm circled round her, holding her tight.

“You smell like my clanmates. And you smell of sex and passion. It makes me feel feral.

Primitive with the urge to add my scent in a most bestial manner.”

His words made Rachel rub herself wantonly against him. She grabbed his cocks and stroked from base to tips. Conyod growled and rolled over on top of her, then lifted as if doing a pushup. With her hands still grasping him, he swung his hips back and forth, pumping his slick lengths into her fists. Rachel tightened her grip to make him groan. The veins in his cocks pulsed against her palms.

His usually gentle demeanor was dissolving in the purity of brutal need. Rachel’s hands worked him harder, faster, wanting to see the civilized Conyod fall into the animal she now saw lurking beneath the surface.

His entire body tensed, the muscles standing out. He wasn’t as streamlined as Erybet, not as bulky as Sletran. Conyod was the happy medium and perfect to her eyes. And that beastlike aspect that was taking over made him even more ideal. The flawless mix of gentleman and brute owned her heart and passion.

With a snarl, he grabbed her wrists. “Let go,” he grated, baring his fangs.

Rachel’s hands flew open like bird wings under that brutish stare. Conyod flipped her over on her stomach. His knees wedged her thighs apart. He maintained his hold on her wrists, gathering them in one strong hand and pinning them to the cushion’s surface.

His mouth latched on the back of her neck. She was surprised to feel his blunt teeth and not the fangs close over her nape. He had a good hold of her though, stopping the bite just shy of pain. He growled with force, and she felt the vibration in her skull as well as traveling down her spine until it hit her tailbone. Her hips jerked upwards.

Conyod took the invitation. His hand guided his cocks to her, thrusting deep before Rachel quite realized he was there. She choked on an interrupted breath as twin iron filled her passages.

Her ass spread grudgingly for the larger cock. Shock more than the sudden ache made her yank her hips down in an instinctual effort to dislodge him. The Imdiko growled again and ground into her. There was no escape.

She mewled with the twist of helplessness and ardor. The big man was owning her, right here and now, his body beating mercilessly against hers, making her take him. Rachel kicked her feet as monstrous passion fed on her. Conyod didn’t let up for an instant, his flesh slapping meatily against hers as he took her hard and fast. His growls were continuous, sending wild shudders up and down her backbone. She thought her head might explode from the violent vibrations.

His hand squirmed beneath her hips, squirreling its way towards her pussy. Rachel gasped as he seized her clit, rubbing it hard. Her head strained back and mouth opened wide, but no sound left her straining jaw. She had no air with which to scream.

Climax crushed down on her. Its weight was heavier than that of the man pinning her down, a thunderous mass that rolled through her. Rachel’s entire body strained beneath that mighty force, her fingers flung into starfish, her legs stretching straight. Then it released her, leaving her limp as aftershocks poured through her.

Conyod was still pounding into her, his growls turned to grunts of effort. “Again,” he grated through his mouthful of her neck and rubbed her clit harder.