Amelia frowned inwardly at the shrill memory of her mother’s voice. What was she warning Amelia about? She tried to get her sluggish mind to work, to remember exactly what had happened to her.
Before her thoughts could clear, the tip of Rajhir’s tongue touched her sex, gently tracing the outlines of her secret folds. The melting warmth travelling through her belly quieted all concerns.
His fingers kept her open for his tasting, allowing him access deep inside her. The teasing, barely-there touch became a gentle lapping as he consumed the wetness flowing from her body. Amelia’s breathing deepened with pleasure as his tongue laved her over and over.
A chuckle sounded from overhead. “She’s unconscious, but she’s still feeling it,” Breft said.
“And liking it very much.” Flencik’s voice came from her right.
Knowing the other two watched Rajhir pleasure her seemingly helpless body made Amelia’s sex spasm. A tiny whimper escaped her parted lips. Very male laughter answered the sound.
Rajhir’s mouth closed over Amelia’s sex. He fed on her quivering flesh, his growls vibrating the sensitive part of her until her back arched in response. She managed to pry her heavy eyelids open long enough to see Breft naked and leaning over her against the back of the lounger. Flencik, also naked, knelt on the other side. Both watched her face with avid eyes as Rajhir continued to devour her from below.
Amelia’s eyes slid shut again. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Her world centered on Rajhir’s mouth on her, on his tongue probing her entrance, on his lips closing over her clitoris to gently suck on the bud. Warm swirls in her belly tightened, coiling to make her whimper.
“You are awake now, aren’t you?” Flencik’s fingers stroked her hair.
Amelia emitted a wordless singsong, unsure if she was trying to answer his question or simply vocalizing her pleasure. Another burst of masculine laughter rang out.
“Awake, but senseless with lovemaking. You’re a master, my Dramok,” Breft chuckled.
Rajhir growled his own wordless response and returned to feasting on Amelia’s sex. He licked and sucked and mouthed her as if starving. Her moans were almost constant now as her own hunger mounted in searing need; one groan bled into the next until she was nearly humming. She lay still beneath him except for a minute tremble, unable to discern if she was weak from desire or his earlier bite. Either way, her limbs were leaden, unable to do more than twitch. She was totally at his mercy.
Rajhir coaxed her to orgasm with his mouth alone. The waves of pleasure built higher and higher until bright, sweet sensation rolled gently through her belly. The tightness in her guts unfurled, streaming warmth into every cell of her being. The climax melted her insides and washed them outward like a river overflowing its banks. She cried her pleasure with breathless “oh’s”, sounding like a delighted child on Christmas morning.
Rajhir fed from her body until her spasms quieted. Amelia slit her eyes open to see him boost himself to his knees. He kneeled between her legs, his arousal curved high against his abdomen.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
“That was nice,” she told him, her voice still breathy.
Amelia knew she should be concerned about her situation. She had the sense of danger, though all looked perfectly safe here in the clan’s quarters. Still, there was that fuzzy feeling that something terrible had happened recently.
Maybe she’d had a nightmare. No one else seemed worried, so that explanation made the most sense. Looking into Rajhir’s dark eyes and knowing he was about to seek his own release with her body made Amelia’s muddled refuse to clear. Whatever is bothering me must not be that important, she decided.
“Now I will let you be nice to me,” Rajhir said. “How do you Earthers say? You can return the favor.”
He lowered himself over Amelia, the length of his body pressed to hers. Her legs, already spread from his earlier attentions, finally found the strength to wrap around his waist. His penises lay heavily against her belly, pulsing and hot.
Rajhir’s mouth found hers, and he kissed her much as he’d pleasured her lower regions. The kiss was eager, devouring. His tongue plunged into her mouth to twine around its twin. She tasted her own sea salt flavor on him.
The Dramok positioned himself to enter her without breaking the kiss. Amelia moaned into his mouth as he pressed into her, burying his flesh in hers in one slippery smooth motion. She gripped his shoulders as he drove against her, hurting her in that deep, wonderful way that always translated into pleasure. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh of her buttocks as he pulled her harder against his fierce rhythm. The change in angle meant he was rubbing against that sensitive spot inside, sending tendrils of liquid fire pulsing through her, making her cry out, making her claw at his shoulders and back, making her convulse with pleasure that threatened to turn her inside out.
Rajhir rode her harder, his growl becoming a roar. He lifted himself as if doing a push-up so they could watch him plunge in and out of her. His dark, glistening flesh buried itself deep in her paler body, claiming her over and over. Amelia shrieked again, the sight and sensation overloading her last vestiges of control. Her nails raked Rajhir’s chest, and he bared his fangs at her in a snarl.
Suddenly his back bowed as his climax took over, and he screamed at the ceiling as his rhythm faltered. Amelia felt him spasm inside her, surrendering hot, thick pulses of seed to her body.
Rajhir collapsed on top of her, his breath sobbing in and out. She lay still beneath him, feeling the last of his convulsions. He felt so warm, so good, so right. Yet alarms were still going off in her subconscious, letting her know she was forgetting something very important.
If it’s something that will ruin this moment, I don’t want to remember. I just want to stay like this for as long as possible, happy, contented, possessed…
Imprisoned.
Amelia gasped as the memories of her conversation with Jack Frank and the clan’s abduction returned. She pushed weakly against Rajhir. “You kidnapped me!”
He lifted his face from her hair to regard her, his face carefully neutral. “We claimed you for our Matara.”
Amelia fought the languor that kept her pliable to her captors. “No, no, I can’t. This is wrong.”
“The choice is not yours, little one. And not truly mine either, though I do not regret this.” He stroked her cheek lovingly despite the harshness of his words. “Not only is your joining the clan good for us, it is the best option for you. Earth is killing your spirit, Amelia. I have never known anyone to be afraid of their own government the way you are. You cannot return there. I will not allow it.”
Amelia tried to come up with an argument, but damn it, she couldn’t think. “Rajhir, you can’t – I won’t—” She sighed and gave up. “It’s not fair. You bit me and I can’t think straight.”
“Yes, my Matara. My venom is keeping you from being unhappy with us for the moment. You’ll understand if we take full advantage of it.” He kissed her with the lightest pressure on the lips.
He withdrew his body from hers. Flencik touched some of the claw marks on his chest. “Would you like me to treat these?”
Rajhir looked at the injuries with pride. “Of course not. I think she gave me more than you. Deeper too.”
Flencik narrowed his eyes at his leader’s smug grin. “Let me see what I can do about that.”
The Imdiko bent over Amelia, his hands finding her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and she cried out at the delicious sting that shot straight to her clit. She arched against him as pleasure found her yet again, throbbing deep in her belly. He lowered his face to hers, claiming her mouth with his own.
All thoughts of resistance fled Amelia’s mind as desire fed the intoxicating effects of Rajhir’s bite. She gave herself over to Flencik, allowing him to suck her tongue into his warm, velvety mouth as he filled his hands with her soft flesh. He massaged and stroked her until her breasts burned and her nipples stood ta
ut.
One of his hands traveled down to fondle her sex with gentle fingertips. She tossed her head as he found her pleasure bud, the touch electric. He recaptured her mouth with his and continued to tease her achingly tender clitoris with feathery strokes. She cried out, her hips jerking involuntarily as surge after surge of sparkling pleasure lit her body.
Flencik wrapped his other arm around her, clasping her chest to his. He climbed up on the lounger and tangled his legs in hers. She lay trapped in his grip.
He kept teasing Amelia with light touches to her clitoris. She squirmed in an effort to rub the aching bud harder against his fingers, but he held her securely, not allowing her to find satisfaction.
“Please,” she groaned, remembering how he’d enjoyed her begging Breft before.
“No. Not yet,” he smiled, the light in his eyes teasing.
Rajhir and Breft watched while he played with her, grinning as she moaned and writhed in alternate efforts to realize pleasure or escape. The Imdiko held her easily, refusing to bring her to climax, yet stoking her internal fire hotter and hotter.
“Please Flencik, please do me,” she begged for what felt like the hundredth time.
“What do you want?” he murmured in her hair, running fingertips over her straining bud.
“I want you inside me.”
“Is that what you want? Do you really, truly want me inside you?” Flencik ran a finger, slick from her wetness, all around her clitoris, not quite touching her there.
“Yes!” she screamed, the voluptuous heat in her belly driving her mad.
“As you wish.”
Flencik’s tone was more lascivious threat than tenderness, but Amelia had no time to consider what that might mean. He released her, got up from the lounger, and picked her up. She swung through the air until suddenly she found herself landing on all fours on the floor with Flencik kneeling behind her, his hands locked on her hips.
“Oh yes, thank you,” she moaned as he pulled her backwards toward his eager flesh. She felt him against her sex, still aching from Rajhir’s assault. The Imdiko stabbed into her tender flesh, his front organ hot velvet steel.
Amelia’s arms collapsed under her, and she wailed into the plush carpet as Flencik drove himself into her. He found the spot inside her instantly and the pain of taking in the well-endowed Kalquorian was sublimated in the incredible sensation of his strokes against that bundle of nerves.
Flencik pulled back until the tip of his penis barely remained inside her. With deliberate strength, he ran the length of himself back in, finding the end of her womb as his groin slapped against her buttocks.
Amelia sobbed into the carpet as he worked her mercilessly, the friction sending bolts of fiery exaltation throughout her body. It felt so good after all the teasing, and orgasm was rushing at her, rising through her, crashing against her. Pleasure crested, and she cried out in gratitude at the release as it bore her under with cruel strength.
She found little relief however; a higher peak waited beyond that the first climax, and yet a higher one after that. She screamed as fast as she could draw breath. One explosion after another burst through her until her world was nothing but desire and sensation.
Flencik abruptly pulled out of her, leaving her gasping. Before she could catch her breath properly, he pressed himself against her anus, seeking entrance into that taboo orifice. She sobbed as he took her, still too caught up in pleasure to resist. His smaller penis found her vagina, and the double penetration brought her screaming again.
Flencik wasn’t rough, but his size was enough to make her feel he might split her in half. Even as she sobbed, her body convulsed in orgasm. Amelia couldn’t separate pleasure and pain; the two were one and the same for her. One moment she struggled to escape the Imdiko, the next she thrust backward against him to take him deeper. It was torture, it was ecstasy; it was heaven, it was hell.
She looked back at her lover, wanting to see his face as he took her. He loomed over and behind her, a terrible god of destructive lust. His pupils had nearly swallowed the purple irises; his eyes were black wells in his straining face. His fangs were bared as he watched himself work her writhing body. He flicked his gaze to her face, and he grinned to see her looking back at him. His thrusts became more powerful, and she shrieked as he drove her over the precipice again. His roar joined her cry, and he pulsed within her, filling her with his molten seed.
Utterly destroyed, Amelia lay motionless on the floor, her face in the carpet again. Flencik held her buttocks up to his groin as he convulsed within her, his vocalizations quieting from howls to soft grunts to sighs. Then he was quiet for a moment.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Someone went a little more dominant than usual,” Breft’s voice said.
“Damn it, I did no mean – I stand no yet,” the Imdiko gasped. His ability to speak Amelia’s language clearly seemed to have fled.. “Breft, you to fetch my kit?”
“Of course.”
Amelia heard the Nobek walk away to enter the room behind the copper door. She couldn’t stand either; she couldn’t move even a finger. She ached in all the right places, but some of the aches were deepening into real hurt. She wondered how much damage Flencik had inflicted on her.
“Amelia, are you conscious?” Rajhir sounded a little worried.
She managed a sighing whimper as she heard Breft return to the room. He snorted. “I notice you did not ask if she is all right.”
“She is no, but she be soon.” Flencik’s tone was filled with anger. He moved slightly behind her. She heard motion she couldn’t identify, a rustling as if objects were being pushed around. Then fingers, covered in a cool, moist substance, gently stroked her anus. The pain from rough use disappeared immediately, and the relief eased tension Amelia hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
The fingers withdrew, then one covered in more of the salve he’d used on her gently penetrated her anus, relieving hurt which had become serious.
Amelia still had no strength to move, but all the pain was now gone. “Better,” she breathed.
“I sorry I did no have this to relieve you right away,” Flencik said. “I did no think I lose control like that.”
He sounded upset. Rajhir’s tone was calming. “She’s going to be fine, my Imdiko. You would never truly harm her.”
There was a deep breath from Flencik. “I did no permanent damage, thank the ancestors. Please no to let me do that again, my Dramok.”
Breft responded. “Her submissiveness feeds the excitement. Still, I thought you held back admirably. It’s your size that became the issue.”
Flencik still sounded upset. “Amelia, hold still. I away took your pain. Now I some to treat injuries. They heal quickly. None are serious.” His voice hitched.
Rajhir got that commanding sound in his voice again. “Flencik, stop beating yourself up. It was an accident. Amelia, are you angry with your Imdiko?”
She felt warmth against her buttocks, as if Flencik had turned a heat lamp on. The warmth increased, but not unpleasantly. It actually felt rather nice.
“I’m not mad,” she said. “I’ve been hurt worse.”
Much worse. Her mind shied from the memory.
“Hand me the probe,” Flencik said, presumably to Breft. More rustling, a metallic clink, and the heat focused stronger to her violated flesh. Something small and hard slid into her vagina, and the warmth was within her. It felt strangely nice. Amelia lay still, letting Flencik treat the delightful abuse he’d given her.
After several minutes, the medical instrument was withdrawn. The point of heat moved to her rectum, and Flencik sent the instrument into her. He kept it there longer, probably because he’d inflicted more injury to the less elastic flesh.
Amelia’s head was beginning to clear from the effects of Rajhir’s bite. She wondered how the hell she was supposed to resist the Kalquorians if they kept her intoxicated all the time.
There’s got to be a way out of this, she thought. She had t
o find some means of escape. But how?
“It is done,” Flencik announced in a relieved tone, and he withdrew the instrument from her body. “All bruising is healed.”
“For now,” Breft growled, and Amelia’s heart skipped a beat.
He couldn’t plan to make love after what Flencik had apparently put her through. It was hard to protest however, given how she’d liked the wild animalistic sex and was now perfectly fine.
“I’m tired,” she whimpered as calloused hands stroked her upturned buttocks. She tried to crawl away.
Breft seized her ankles and dragged her backward towards himself with an evil laugh. Amelia looked back at Flencik for help, but he only smiled. He placed a small metallic rod into a case, snapped the case shut, and moved out of the way.
“You are fine now, Amelia. I am sorry if I frightened you over the bruising. Now you will enjoy Breft.” The huge man cocked an eyebrow at his Nobek. “You might want to bite her again. I do not think she will cooperate anymore.”
“I do not mind if she fights me,” Breft said. He flipped Amelia onto her back and lay on top of her, clasping her wrists over her head with one hand.
Amelia struggled despite knowing Breft’s strength was too much for her. “I don’t want to. You’re all being too rough.”
“You like it rough,” Breft whispered, rubbing his rigid sexes against her legs. “You like pain. It makes the pleasure sweeter for you. Flencik just proved that, as little as he liked being so harsh.”
“No,” Amelia lied, tears of humiliation coming to her eyes. “I don’t like pain. I don’t like being kidnapped. And I don’t like you.” She clenched her legs together.
“You will soon like me very much,” Breft promised, using his muscular thighs to easily pry apart her legs. He opened her wide. She cried out as his sexes touched hers.
“If you get tired of holding her, there are the restraints. They might fit her.” Rajhir said. He relaxed on the lounger, watching the show.
“Ooh, I forgot about those,” Breft said. He grinned, and his fangs unhinged for a moment.
Flencik returned from his lab and flopped down next to Rajhir. “So did I. Since she is being difficult, now would be a good time to in break them.”
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