Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (52 page)
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Authors: Tracy St. John
The Nobek’s eyes darkened. “Oh, I like this. I really like this. I’m almost convinced.”
Erybet looked down between them and frowned. “Her skirt is hiding everything. I want to watch her take a good fucking.”
His words made everything inside Rachel shiver. Having discovered how much of an exhibitionist she was, the men took every opportunity to capitalize on what was to her a strange fixation. There had been many a promise that they would all visit a pleasure club and put her through her paces in front of an audience. Rachel was well aware they weren’t teasing her. She didn’t know whether to be excited or terrified. She was usually both when she thought about it.
At Erybet’s complaint, Sletran rose up on his knees and laid Rachel on her back on the floor.
Her ass remained on the floor cushion, keeping her in the perfect position for Sletran’s deep thrusts. Conyod bunched her skirt at her waist, revealing the vision of Sletran’s cocks burying themselves over and over in her pussy and ass. Erybet pinned her wrists over her head and leaned in for a better look.
Sletran held her legs wide in a vee, giving all of them a good view. “Look at that,” he encouraged his clanmates. “Look how wet she is for me. No resistance to my pricks at all.”
“I love watching you take his cocks,” Conyod said. One of his hands caressed her breasts as he knelt next to Sletran. “All wide open for him. It’s a beautiful sight, my Matara.”
Rachel couldn’t find the words to reply. Sletran’s groin slapped up against her, driving his front cock against that hot spot in her sheath, then all the way up to thud deliciously against her cervix. His back cock thudded in her tighter orifice, creating a deep, dark pleasure that made her writhe helplessly. She had no defense against the demanding pressure building in her belly, not with Erybet pinning her arms and Sletran’s unbreakable hold on her ankles. Adding to the growing bliss was the heat of their stares, watching as Sletran took his pleasure with her. She had no secrets from them. She was utterly revealed to them in every way. They saw everything, and it made her crazy with arousal.
Her head was beginning to toss with the growing storm. Every breath ended in a whimper.
Watching Sletran fuck her with an avid gaze, Erybet whispered, “That’s it, Matara. Feel him fucking you. Feel his cocks reaching deep into you. Filling your ass and pussy. Making you want to come. You’re getting so close now.”
Conyod’s hand drifted from her breasts, down to her mound. His heated palm came to rest on the slight rise. It rubbed in a slow circle, putting extra pressure against her sex and brushing her clit with every downstroke. Sletran plunged in and out, harder than ever. Rachel’s whimpers were growing into louder cries. She was going to come soon. She would come with all three watching her as she lost control to them.
“That’s it,” Erybet coaxed. “Sletran’s cock is coated with your cream. I see how wet your pussy is every time he comes out of you. You can’t hold out much longer.”
Conyod joined in the wicked taunting as his hand drew circles faster against her mound. “I can feel him moving inside you. How he’s making your tiny body accept him. I’ll be able to feel it when he climaxes, when his cock pulses as he fills you with his seed.”
“Soon,” Sletran growled. He released her ankles and clutched her thighs in the crooks of his elbows. He pounded against her in a frantic tattoo.
Pressure in and out. Her clit sparking bright flashes. Cocks burning paths deep within. A fierce, growing pleasure, so profound it almost hurt. And their eyes, three pairs of those staring purple cat’s eyes, watching … watching…
Rachel’s mouth opened wide, ready to unleash the scream coming with the orgasm that billowed on the brink of escape. Her back arched, and she strained. Almost. Almost.
“Let us see it, my Matara. Come for us.”
Pure sensation poured through her, as painful and glorious as she’d known it would be.
Release finally granted, she heaved with it. The scream she thought would pour from her lips came out in bursts of guttural animal groans instead. Then Sletran moaned, and his head fell back. He jerked against her two more times before his cock throbbed and released liquid heat into her womb.
Erybet leaned down to kiss Rachel’s forehead, eyelids, nose, and lips. “Well done, my love,” he whispered. The he looked up at their gasping Nobek. “Wouldn’t you say, Sletran?”
Sletran smiled, his eyes heavily lidded. “Oh all right, I’ll do it. I’ll come home now.”
Rachel grinned at him. “About damned time.”
“Oh no.” Conyod looked at them all with grave concern.
Erybet’s brows drew together. “Now what?”
“I’m not so sure if I’m ready to go home. Can I be convinced too?”
Thrown cushions flew at the Imdiko, and laughter filled the room.
The End
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Coming December 2012
Clan Beginnings: To Clan and Conquer
(Prequel to
Clans of Kalquor 3: Alien Conquest
) First Officer Tranis has just joined the crew of a Kalquorian destroyer under the command of Captain Piras. Starting a clan is not on the ambitious Tranis’ agenda; he is too busy building a career. Besides, the Nobek who captures his interest belongs to the captain. And the one Imdiko he can’t stop thinking about is definitely not his type. Still, he can’t help the instant attraction he feels for the pair.
Weapons Commander Lidon feels his best days are behind him. Damaged in battle, he knows he should accept his longtime Dramok lover’s offer to clan, but he just can’t bring himself to do so…not when Piras utterly rejects the Imdiko Lidon wants. Now a new young Dramok has his attention, making Lidon wonder if there is something more to look forward to.
The ship’s head doctor questions his military career, wondering if he should resign and return home to Kalquor. Hurt by what he’s seen, Degorsk hides behind an offbeat sense of humor that shocks and keeps his fellow crewmembers at an arms’ length – exactly where he wants them. But one Nobek refuses to be so easily put off, and the new first officer is too much temptation to deny himself. But to trust this pair with his heart? Not in a million light years.
As the trio is pulled together by attraction and pushed back apart by fear, an old enemy threatens the Kalquorian Empire. With no choice but to rely on each other for survival, Tranis, Lidon, and Degorsk are forced to expose their greatest terrors to each other…and themselves.
Mild BDSM, including spanking, anal play/intercourse, bondage, Dom/sub play, forced seduction, multiple sexual partners, and homoerotic situations (m/m/m).
Nobek Lidon zeroed in on a two-man fighter in his single-man ship. He felt no remorse as he fired on the other vessel, though it was Kalquorian in origin. Taken in a bloody raid by the Tragooms, the two-man fighter was now the enemy. It had barely been off the assemblage phase on the free-orbiting manufacturing station it was stolen from. The target was so new it hadn’t yet received its navigational link-in frequencies.
Squad Leader Lidon’s twenty-fighter force was one of five squads. His home ship, a Kalquorian destroyer, sent plasma bursts and percussion blast volleys at the massive Tragoom warship. The opposite of the sleek lines of the Kalquorian craft, the enemy warship was typical of a Tragoom vessel: put together from a myriad of other species’ best technologies, it resembled something a group of semi-bright five-year olds might have constructed. If said five-year olds were also insane.
The enemy had slipped into Empire space undetected and was now trying to escape with the latest in Kalquor’s famous technology. Five days ago, the marauder had mounted the attack on the manufacturing plant.
Lidon snarled. Clumsy and ill-fitting as the Tragoom ship looked, it was still a menace.
Over three hundred Kalquorians had been left dead on the station, another one hundred captured, along with all the newly constructed fighters the Tragooms could fly.
Tragooms did not bother to develop their own technology. They chose to steal what they could instead. That one of their roving bands of misbegotten raiders had gotten so far into the Empire’s space was the very thing the border was supposed to be guarded against. Heads would certainly roll for this fracture in Kalquor’s supposedly remarkable defenses. Nobek Emperor Yuder would no doubt have it publicly taken out on as many hides as he could find responsible.
Right now, Lidon had to concentrate on destroying as many stolen fighters as possible. Like the one his targeting computer had just locked in on.
His fingers flew over the control panel’s lit commands, firing a burst of devastating percussion power on the two-man craft that sadly contained only one enemy Tragoom.
According to one of the three vids floating before his eyes, his arms-force levels were low.
Thirteen years of manning a lightning class fighter had Lidon confident he could still render his target into only so much space dust. He was right. The fighter in front of his guns broke apart with the first volley and then shattered utterly with the next. The idiot pilot, unfamiliar with the newest line’s configurations, had never figured out how to raise defensive shielding. Cold satisfaction swept through Lidon.
His blood was surging and there were still at least fifty more of the enemy to kill.
Unfortunately, power levels had been depleted. He knew by the time he recharged and rejoined the fight, his fellow attack pilots would have finished the job. He grimaced, though he’d personally taken out fourteen of the bastards himself. “Great is the man who can share glory with others,” his Imdiko father, a temple priest, would say.
“Can’t keep it all to myself,” Lidon reluctantly agreed with his absent parent. He sighed and commed the destroyer. “Squad Leader Lidon of Rizpah Squad reporting in.”
The answer was as clear as if the man handling communications sat right next to him. “Go ahead, Squad Leader.”
“I’m out of firepower. Request permission to dock. This fight’s all but done.”
“You are clear, Squad Leader. The captain offers his congratulations on your work. This is one of your highest kill runs.”
Lidon scowled a little. Piras, the destroyer’s captain and Lidon’s Dramok lover for over a year now, knew better than to offer such public praise outside of ceremonial recognition.
Especially on an open com link. Of course, most knew better than to call Lidon the captain’s pet. The few that might dare to say such a thing to him would be taught better by his fists.
Still, he’d grown tired of correcting Piras over these niggling oversights. Even the fun of pounding other Nobeks bloody was wearing thin. Reinforcing the fact he had earned his rank and not been given it had lost its charm. He was going to have to have another talk with his would-be clanmate.
“Squad Leader Lidon to Second of Rizpah.”
“Second Squad Leader.”
“I’m done for this little skirmish. You have command.”
“Acknowledged. Second Squad Leader Resok assuming point.”
Lidon headed for the destroyer. Skirmish indeed. There had been few good moments in this fight, moments when he’d found an enemy worth his skills. He looked forward to counting the scorch marks on his fighter, to seeing how close he’d enticed death to come before scaring it off with his warrior ferocity. The defense stations on the Empire’s borders usually were enough to dissuade attacks like today’s. It was getting harder all the time to get a good fight going with Tragoom infiltrators.
The drone of tactical updates and advisories from his com was abruptly interrupted by an intense voice. “Squad Leader Lidon, you’ve got company coming in fast and wagging your tail.”
Despite keeping a constant eye on his vids, Lidon instantly rechecked everything.
Instrumentation detected nothing, and he snarled. The lack of information meant only one thing: he had a chameleon-class fighter with signal-cloaking shields closing in. The tail of his craft was vid-blind in the back, not allowing him to call up an image.
A blip sounded, and Lidon noted a lightning class fighter, one of the stolen ones, coming at him from starboard. “How close is that chameleon?” he asked.
“Seven clicks, closing on you at a rate of two-point-seven-five.”
Lidon grinned with feral delight. He was either going to add more bodies to his kill count or meet a glorious death. For a Nobek, both were equally welcome.
Adjusting his heading and speed to mask the oncoming Tragooms from each other, he muttered, “As the Book of Life says, ‘The enemy’s sins are only redeemed when he offers peace or his throat.’ So come on in, you useless blight on the ass of the galaxy, and find some redemption.”
Lidon could see the lightning class closing in exactly where he wanted him. He had to count on fortune to keep the chameleon steady on its path to destruction. His grin grew larger and his hinged fangs unfolded from his palate. He waited for brute instinct and hard-won experience to give him the go-ahead.
The moment came. Lidon pitched the nose of the fighter down and executed a steep roll, effectively turning his course at a right angle. Now his vids showed him the sleek lines of the chameleon as it hurtled over him and in the path of the bulkier but better armed lightning. They collided with gorgeous force, and Lidon howled his victory.