Alien Refuge

by Tracy St. John

  “Nothing happens that you don’t want,” he said, his voice softly raspy. “Tell me what you want, Iris.”

  She didn’t even have to think about it. “Hold me. Kiss me.”

  His pupils widened. A strong band of steel circled her waist, pulling Iris close to the man sitting next to her. As if in a dream, Ospar’s handsome face drifted down to hers. She closed her eyes. The softest of touches caressed her lips, a slow sliding of the Kalquorian’s mouth against hers. It closed around first her lower lip, then the upper, as if testing the softness. Then it settled firmly over her mouth. She felt the hardness of his teeth through the kiss.

  Iris sighed, her lips parting beneath Ospar’s. He took the opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue between them, a careful tasting. Iris opened her mouth more, inviting him in. He accepted the invitation, his warm tongue reaching in to stroke hers, soft and slow.

  It was as gently raspy as his voice, like rough velvet rubbed in the wrong direction. Ospar’s flavor was salty musk. Somehow primitive, with an undercurrent that Iris could only have described as masculine. Tasting him made her chilled insides heat suddenly. She moaned.

  Ospar responded to the sound with a moan of his own. He held her tighter still, and his tongue fondled hers with greater force. The kiss became more demanding, as if the taste he’d gotten of her had awoken a ravenous appetite. He plundered her mouth with desire. She arched against him, a thrill of pure want chasing from her sex to her spine, up to her skull, and back down again.

  Hands plucked at her clothing. Too many hands, reminding Iris she and the Dramok were not alone. But Ospar was still kissing her, the searing heat of which burned away any thoughts save the ones that she needed to be closer to him, to feel his flesh against hers. Even the moments when they were forced to part so that her sweater and blouse could be lifted over her head couldn’t calm the storm of desperate want. The instant she was freed of those pieces of clothing, his mouth found hers again, kissing her every conscious thought away.

  At last Iris wore only her bra and panties. She lay flat on the bed with her knees hanging over the end, Ospar’s armored formsuit the greatest obstacle to the flesh she ached to touch. He drew back and looked her over.

  “Ancestors,” he breathed. “Look at this tiny girl who was hiding under all those clothes.”

  Iris opened her mouth to protest, but the desire in the Dramok’s eyes kept her silent. She was no tiny thing, not at all. Her breasts and hips were full despite her overall spare frame, and the bit of a roll from carrying Thomas past term kept her abdomen from lying flat. All the hard work at making her homestead support them hadn’t erased that stubborn hill of flesh. But next to the Kalquorians, she had to admit she was small.

  Once more, Iris was made intensely aware of the fact she was with three large aliens. Rivek sat on the opposite side of her from Ospar, and Jol stood at the foot of the bed, right at her feet. The three men looked down at her, their dark faces intent. A little dangerous. Iris’ stomach fluttered nervously.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Rivek said, lowering himself so that he lay next to her. “We will be very careful.”

  She swallowed. “There hasn’t been anyone since Thomas’ father. It’s been nearly three years.”

  Jol stroked her thighs with the lightest pressure from his fingertips. It made her shiver. Then Ospar did this same thing, except he caressed her stomach. Iris nearly came off the thick mat at her body’s reaction. Desire so sharp it nearly hurt bit needle teeth into her lower parts. Suddenly, her pussy was throbbing with violent need.

  The men chuckled. “That was nice,” Ospar said.

  Something spicy wafted into Iris’ nostrils. She took a deep, appreciative whiff, surprised she could smell the sharp, delicious aroma all the way from the kitchen. Someone was making a coffee cake or cinnamon rolls.

  But food was not forefront on her mind right now. Not with all three of the men touching her in earnest, exploring her with calloused fingertips that felt divine on her trembling skin. As much as she enjoyed being the center of attention, Iris wanted to touch too.

  “How do these things come off?” she asked, tugging at Rivek’s collar. She couldn’t find buttons or zippers anywhere on his formsuit.

  His hand closed over hers and moved it to the center of his collar where the seam was. With a pull, the seam parted, baring mocha-colored skin. She opened the top of his formsuit to display his defined chest and abdomen.

  Defined? That was putting it lightly. The man had muscles Iris wasn’t aware existed on the human body. She’d never seen anyone so carved. Her hands ran over the hot skin, as if to prove to her this kind of man indeed existed. His flesh was shockingly soft over the iron of his physique.

  Rivek’s eyes were hooded as she touched him, his lips parted. “Such a gentle touch,” he whispered. He leaned in close to kiss her.

  His tongue explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left Iris gasping from shocked arousal. She’d never been so completely tasted before, from the roof of her mouth to the ticklish place between her upper front teeth and lip. It was as if he made love to her simply by kissing her. It stole her breath.

  Iris panted when his mouth left hers at last. She stared at him wide-eyed. “My goodness,” was all her stunned brain could come up with.

  Rivek grinned as his clanmates chuckled. Ospar said, “You have to watch out for those priests. That tranquil aura they wear disguises very lively urges.”

  The men were still stroking the bare parts of Iris’ skin, making her shiver. She licked her lips and looked at Jol. “What’s behind door number two?” she wondered out loud.

  The Nobek’s sudden grin lit his entire face, making him almost as approachable as Ospar. He leaned over her, planting his hands on either side of her head. His hair fell forward, nearly long enough to curtain her from the other two men’s gazes. “You are welcome to find out, my lovely.”

  Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, Iris reached up to tug on the collar of his formsuit, opening it to his waist. Her mouth went dry. “Oh,” she breathed as his torso came into sight. He too was chiseled perfection, though his muscles were thicker than Rivek’s. The man was pure brawn and, like his clanmate, Iris had to touch him all over. His eyes were purple fire as he watched her expression while she explored him so avidly.

  Jol lowered himself down slowly until his mouth met hers. Unlike Rivek’s attention to detail, Jol’s kiss was elemental with brute need. He felt like passion and tasted of animal arousal, his lips and tongue working as if to claim Iris’ very soul. Such a kiss stole all her strength, leaving her helpless as he plundered without mercy.

  When he rose again, Jol’s usually penetrating gaze was a little unfocused. “Matara,” he groaned.

  Iris couldn’t speak.

  Ospar fell back, laughing. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you completely undone, my Nobek,” he chortled. “She does take the breath away, doesn’t she?”

  Iris blinked. She had taken Jol’s breath away? It was her senses that were completely dazzled. She couldn’t think straight, except that she still had one man terribly, unjustifiably, completely clothed.

  She turned to the Dramok. “Your turn,” she murmured.

  Jol moved back so Iris could turn on her side to face Ospar. The Dramok rolled onto his side towards her and propped himself up on one bent arm. He darted a gaze at his clanmates.

  “Suddenly I’m very glad you two stay on my case about training. Otherwise, I’d be feeling very self-conscious right now.”

  Iris could tell from the clinging formsuit, even with its padded armor, that Ospar would be a delight to the eyes as well. “I thought your people were genetically pre-disposed to muscularity,” she said.

  Rivek rubbed her back. “We are, but that doesn’t give us permission to be lazy. It’s not healthy for our hearts and other organs to be sedentary. Ospar spends a lot of time at his desk and in meetings, so Jol and I push him to exercise with us. Plus my clanmates eat everything remotel
y edible, so it’s even more important our Dramok keeps active.”

  Jol’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “We’d actually like to keep Ospar around for a little while, irritating as he is.”

  Ospar pulled a face at his Nobek. “It’s nice to know I’m such a joy to be with.”

  Iris pulled at his collar. She sighed. Yes, he was in very good shape. Not as muscular as either Jol or Rivek, but delicious just the same. His was a more sleek look, a body designed for speed and flexibility, honed to lithe perfection.

  Three different men. Three different physiques. All stunning. And for the afternoon, all hers. Iris’ mouth went dry again.

  “I think I like the clan system,” she said. “It’s very nice.”

  The men’s laughter filled her ears. Iris tugged at Ospar’s top, trying to peel the long sleeves off his arms. “More,” she said. “All of you.”

  He and Rivek sat up, yanking at the upper parts of their formsuits. Jol stood up straight to remove his. The Nobek got his arms free of his sleeves first, and Iris goggled at the defined shoulders and arms on the man. Oh, Nobek. What big arms you have, she thought, reminded of a childhood tale. With that wolfish grin on Jol’s face, it seemed quite appropriate.

  There wasn’t one damned thing wrong with Rivek or Ospar’s arms either. Iris was completely delighted at the thought of being held by any of the men.

  Boots came off as well. That left them only clad in the lower portions of their formsuits. Again, the padded armor hid most of what lay beneath it.

  Iris had heard the rumors about Kalquorian men. She realized she should have confirmed the truth of what was said before reaching this point, because if the stories were true, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be as intimate as would be required.

  Maybe it wasn’t too late. But the eagerness in the men’s faces, especially that feral lust Jol showed, told her it probably was. Still, she decided to ask.

  “I’ve heard your race is ... more endowed ... than mine,” she said haltingly. Openly speaking of such things was very difficult after the sexual repressions of Earth.

  “With both size and quantity,” Ospar confirmed. His expression went from eager to careful. “You have not experienced anal pleasuring?”

  People got pleasure from that? Iris couldn’t imagine it. She shook her head.

  “We will take care to prepare you,” Rivek promised. “Your comfort is very important to us, Iris.”

  “Umm ... I’m not sure I want to be prepared. It’s very ... Earthers aren’t geared for that,” she stammered.

  “It was your religion’s greatest taboo, was it not?” Jol asked. For a wonder, he nor his clanmates looked the least bit put out by her hesitation. It made Iris feel worse for getting them aroused and suddenly putting the brakes on things.

  “The penalty if one was caught was the same as if they’d killed someone.” Iris had to shake her head at that bit of insanity. “Death by overwork and torture.”

  Ospar shook his head too. “I can’t imagine living under such conditions. I completely understand your concerns.” He stopped touching her, and Iris felt the loss keenly. “Why don’t we just stop for now?”

  “No, please.” Iris was shocked to hear the words come out of her mouth. “I mean – there are things we can do without involving that, right?”

  “Of course.” Rivek stroked her stomach, sending butterfly wings fluttering through her guts. “Whatever you wish, Iris.”

  They were being so nice about her uptightness, and it only made Iris feel worse. “I just, it’s just, I can’t even comprehend...”

  “Well, there’s nothing saying we couldn’t try and see if it’s not as scary as your conditioning has made it seem,” Ospar mused. “We can always stop if it’s not working for you.”

  Her conditioning? That phrase made Iris a little angry. She was not a product of her former fanatical government. She was with the three aliens, wasn’t she? Getting naked with them, letting them touch her, on the verge of sex. She hadn’t been brainwashed.

  “I’m willing to try,” she said, coming to the abrupt decision. Second thoughts crowded her head a split second later. “But you promise you’ll be careful?”

  Rivek smiled encouragement. “Of course we will.”

  Ospar stroked her cheek. “Trust us, Iris. Perhaps you would like the bite? It would make everything even more pleasant.”

  Iris knew about the Kalquorians’ fangs. Hollow, they folded to the race’s palates when not in use, much like the hinged fangs of a rattlesnake. Biting their victims injected an intoxicating compound that made Earthers euphoric and enhanced arousal.

  That sounded nice, but the delivery method gave Iris pause. “Will it hurt?”

  Jol leaned over her once more. “Just for the briefest moment. Our saliva has a mild anesthetic effect that takes away the pain very quickly. Tilt your head to the side, my lovely. Good girl.”

  Iris’ heart hammered as his breath warmed the side of her neck that she’d exposed. His body settled over hers, warm and strong. It distracted her for the brief moment before he struck.

  Twin piercings of pain made Iris jerk and cry out. Less than a second later, the brief stab of agony ended. Rivek brushed her hair back from her face. “See? Just a tiny moment and it’s all better.”

  Iris closed her eyes, feeling the delicious bulk of Jol covering her. She waited to be struck drunk. She prayed she hadn’t made a mistake by letting them do this to her.

  Her heart slowed its frantic beating. A glowy kind of feeling curled in her head, soft and hazy. Iris became more and more aware of Jol on top of her, his silky skin hot against her. She could feel her nipples swell and tighten in reaction. She’d been exuding moisture in small doses since coming into the room, but now her pussy was gushing wetness. Bliss stole over her. She felt good. She felt very, very good.

  Jol released the hold on her neck, leaning up to look her in the face. Rivek and Ospar also crowded close. Iris was dazzled at the trio of handsome faces hanging over her. “Wow,” she breathed.

  All three men smiled down at her. “How do you feel, my lovely?” asked Rivek.

  “Floaty. Happy,” Iris told them. “What was I afraid of, again?”

  They chuckled. Iris couldn’t decide which one she wanted to kiss first.

  Ospar rose to stand at the foot of the bed. “Let me show you what it is that you are so afraid of. Maybe you will feel differently about it now.”

  Jol moved off her to give her a clear view of the Dramok. Iris missed the Nobek’s weight, but she was also eager to see how a man with two penises looked. She propped up on her elbows and watched Ospar.

  He bent at the waist, peeling his formsuit from his hips, thighs, and calves as he went. The position kept Iris from seeing his sex, and she was impatient as he yanked the outfit from his ankles and feet. Then he slowly straightened again, watching her intently.

  The first cock came into view. It was slightly smaller than what she’d seen before, dark purplish-brown and tapered at the end like a bullet, growing thicker at the base. It was shiny in the warm light of the room, as if wet.

  The second appeared. It stood straight out from Ospar’s body like its lower twin. Their shapes were the same, but this one was much larger. Iris’ jaw dropped. Conrad had been her only lover, so she had only one cock to compare Ospar’s to. Somehow she thought even if she’d viewed hundreds of male organs before, she’d still be looking at the largest one in her experience.

  Even as a moment of anxiety overcame the intoxication of Jol’s bite, her lower parts contracted in anticipation. Iris’ jaw snapped shut and she swallowed. Then she giggled.

  “Here I was worried about only anal penetration. Good God, man, I should have been scared of the whole thing! You’ve been sticking that in the colony fertilizer, haven’t you?”

  Jol collapsed over her, laughing. Rivek fell back on the bed, roaring with hilarity. Ospar doubled over.

  Iris snickered, knowing she should be a lot more afraid than she was. But
the euphoric sense of wellbeing persisted, keeping her from jumping up and running out of the room. Her sense of self-preservation was not doing very well right now.

  Ospar wiped the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh Matara. You know how to make a man feel good about himself.”

  Jol gasped for air as he made himself stand up straight. “I can just see you sneaking into the colony supplies, Ospar, shoving your groin into the manure. By the ancestors, I can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed this hard.”

  Iris propped herself up on her elbows again. “Seriously, guys. Look at him and look at me. Where am I supposed to put all that?”

  Ospar traded places with Jol, still chuckling as he leaned over her to kiss her lips soundly. “Sex between Kalquorian men and Earther women has been happening quite well for years now, Iris. I am sure we can work something out.”

  “Can I get that in writing? Because I’m really not sure we can – oh!”

  The feeling of Ospar’s hand cupping her mound and gently rubbing along her slit shut Iris’ brain off immediately. The assured touch, moving the soaked crotch of her panties all over her sensitive parts, made everything spasm hard, stealing her breath. She arched hard into his grip.

  “There we go, sweet Iris,” he breathed, watching her with dark, dark eyes. “Very nice, little one.”

  She moaned, her gut suddenly heavy with demand. Ospar bent lower until his mouth met hers. His tongue slid across her lips, and she opened for his kiss. His tongue plunged in to stroke hers, tasting of feral male and blatant desire.

  Iris knew no conscious thoughts as the searing kiss burned a fiery path from her mouth down to her pussy. Her hips writhed to get more of that delicious contact with Ospar’s hand. Her feet climbed up to the surface of the bed, bracing against it so she could move harder against the Dramok’s touch. Her hands moved all over him, feeding on the granite muscles that covered his body.

  He ended the kiss, his mouth traveling down. Teeth scraped her chin and she raised it, baring her throat to the heated feeling of dominating male. A soft sound trickled from Ospar’s throat, something between a purr and a growl. He bit softly down the column of her throat, never hurting Iris, simply letting her feel the restrained power of his ability to do as he wished with her. His tongue dove into the hollow of her throat, tasting her.