The hand not delighting her lower parts grasped the cup of her bra. Ospar bared one breast, kissing his way down to the soft curve. Iris’ nipple was already tight with excitement, pointing stiffly with unabashed desire. The Kalquorian sighed softly at the sight of the rosy tip. His tongue flicked it hard.
Iris cried out and arched against him once more. The brief lick somehow felt as if it had landed directly on her clit instead.
“So sensitive,” someone said. Iris wasn’t sure who the voice belonged to. All she knew was the rioting insistence of her flesh and how wondrous it felt to have a man touching her again after all this time.
Ospar licked her nipple again, slow languorous tastings, like a little boy with an ice cream cone. The rough silk of his tongue galvanized Iris, sending her entire body into a paroxysm of desire. Meanwhile, he tugged the crotch of her panties to one side, baring her secret flesh for exploration.
The calloused pads of his fingertips traced her folds. Iris made a choked sound as a shard of bright rapture stabbed into her belly. The questing fingers investigated every crevice, smearing her juices all over.
Ospar sucked her breast deep into his mouth. At the same time, his thumb brushed her clitoris. A shock of brightness appeared for an instant, nearly blinding her before the touch moved away. Her strangled cry seemed to echo.
“Poor girl,” a voice like muted thunder murmured. “She very nearly climaxed, I think.”
“Too much need,” a silkier voice answered. “We will have to take great care of her.”
Iris jerked, desperate to get that elusive touch back on her clit, to release the phenomenal pressure building in her loins. She made a guttural, pleading sound to the man now baring her other breast.
His gaze was knowing as he licked the second, erect nipple. “I know, sweetling. A little preparation, and you’ll have all the pleasure you want.”
Something settled against the entrance to her pussy. Iris spread her legs a little, inviting it in, needing it to take away some of that awful need.
The thick finger pressed in. Eased by the fluids flowing from her, it slipped easily into her. Iris warbled a welcome, delighted to be filled if even just a little.
Ospar suckled hard on her breast as the digit moved in and out, circling, stretching her.
Leaning close, Rivek said, “If you wish, I will take care of that while you prepare the rest?”
The Dramok released his mouthful. “I think that would be a good idea. She’s not the only one who won’t be able to wait very long.”
Chuckles filled Iris’ ears. Though the men spoke English, it may as well have been a foreign language for all the attention she paid. Her only thoughts were for the mouth at her breast and the hand on her pussy.
She moaned a protest when the finger slipped out of her core. However, another hand moved over her sex, and she blinked at Rivek as he leaned in even closer. “It’s all right. I have you.”
Iris groaned her gratitude when two fingers entered her. Yes. This was even better. She raised her hips to meet his touch, taking him deep until his palm met her mound.
A gentle pressure on her chin turned her head so she faced Jol. His big hand cupped her jaw, holding her as his mouth took hers. His tongue stroked hers, inviting her to explore the velvet softness of his mouth.
Slick fingers circled her anus, and Iris was shocked at the spear of arousal that came from the touch. She’d never known she was so sensitive there. It actually felt good.
“A little distraction?” Ospar’s raspy voice said.
Rivek’s fingers were moving in and out of her pussy, gently fucking her. When he pushed them deep inside, his palm drew light circles over her clit. She moaned into Jol’s mouth, her hips jerking upward. At the same moment, a thick finger settled on her back entrance and pushed inside.
Iris’ feet kicked out in reaction. Her rear was enfolding Ospar’s finger, welcoming it with a heady, dark pleasure she had never known before.
“Good girl,” the Dramok encouraged her. “Relax. Push against me a little to release the tension. That’s it. No pain. Nothing to be afraid of.”
Jol released the kiss to look down at her, searching her face. “Are you all right?”
Iris took a deep breath, trying to move past the overwhelming arousal to take stock of the situation. Ospar had his finger all the way up her ass, twisting and circling, easing the tightness of that taboo passage. It was hard to separate that sensation from the one of Rivek pleasuring her pussy and clit. It all wanted to meld into one fierce building bliss. Iris felt a little of the strangeness, but mostly she felt want. Need. A delightful openness to all the pleasure the three men could offer.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “I’m fine.” She giggled. Fine was such a stupid word compared to what was happening to her body, but her pleasure-soaked brain couldn’t come up with anything else.
She received three grins in return. The eyes on her were avid as they continued to pleasure her. Jol wet his fingers in her mouth and caressed her breasts, tugging on the stiff points to make her gasp. Rivek continued to stroke in and out of her pussy, gently teasing her clit, keeping her writhing with growing excitement. Ospar carefully added a second finger to the thrilling assault on her anus, making her feel very full. For her part, Iris couldn’t keep her hands off the men, desperate to touch them, delighting in the warm, muscled bodies surrounding her.
“I think you’re ready for me,” Ospar whispered. He pulled his fingers free of her, and Iris actually whimpered at the loss.
She’d been frightened of being touched there. Now the emptiness was blatant, and her body actually strained towards Ospar, begging him to fill her tighter entrance once more. Even worse was when Rivek took his fingers away, though the sight of him licking her juices from them brought sparkles of excitement through her belly. He moaned in delight at her flavor.
Jol and Rivek remained on either side of Iris, stroking her hair and breasts as Ospar moved over her, holding his cocks in one hand. They were wet, lubricating with natural juices. Iris licked her lips, wondering how he tasted. It suddenly occurred to her the scent she’d taken as baking cinnamon rolls had grown thicker, sharper. Was that smell coming from the men?
Ospar’s voice distracted her from her mind’s wanderings. “Stay relaxed for me, my beauty,” he whispered, lowering his hips towards hers. Getting ready to fill her. Preparing to fuck her pussy and ass all at once.
Fear trembled through her stomach, but it only seemed to heighten Iris’ excitement. She lay beneath the Kalquorian, her legs spread, her body open to receive him, whether it be pleasure or pain. She imagined the men holding her down, taking what they wanted from her helpless body. The fantasy edged her anticipation up, making her wet and eager for Ospar’s strength.
The fevered tip of his larger cock touched her opening. It pressed into her, spreading her open for his entrance. Slowly it moved inside, sliding easily with their combined wetness. Iris moaned a welcome as the tapered organ widened, stretching her delightfully.
Another point of moist heat bumped her anus. Iris shuddered. It was Ospar’s second prick, prodding at the slightly opened bud. Going where she’d never thought to accept any man.
“Look at me, Iris,” the Dramok encouraged her. “Stay with me and relax.”
She looked into his hooded eyes, seeing how the anticipation made his pupils large. There was eagerness and lust to set her inner fires blazing hotter, but there was also concern. Consideration. Ospar wasn’t interested in just his own pleasure. He wanted to be sure she was all right too. It gave her a sense of security despite the crude, carnal act he was about to perform on her.
The second cock pushed into her tighter orifice, spreading her open. The tip went in easily, thanks to the careful preparation. As erotic heat spilled all through her, Iris moaned. Had she really been afraid of this? Had she actually not wanted to have this delicious possession filling her?
“Good girl.” Ospar leaned down to kiss her as he continued t
o travel deeper inside. Iris’ arms came up to circle his neck.
His cocks were widening as he pressed farther in. Stretching her more and more. A slight ache began in her tighter passage and grew gradually. Iris shifted, trying to find a more comfortable angle. Her anus only became tighter as the circumference of its invader increased. The soreness wasn’t detracting from the pleasure; in fact, it seemed to be adding to her passion. Yet, she thought actual pain would come soon, and take the enjoyment of the moment away. She whimpered into Ospar’s mouth.
He ended the kiss and stopped pushing into her. “Getting a little much, my sweetling?” he asked gently.
Iris was afraid he’d be disappointed in her, but Ospar’s smile was understanding. “I’m sorry. Just a moment?” she asked.
“Of course.” The Dramok kissed her brow. “As long as you need to adjust. There is no hurry.”
Iris blinked at him, at the other two. “Where are the brutes you’re supposed to be? If you’d heard all the warnings when I decided to come to Haven, your ears would burn right off. All I’ve heard about is how Kalquorians are animals, especially when it comes to sex.”
The men gave her identical wry grins. Rivek was the one who answered her. “We are rather passionate. Some might deem us forceful.”
“Dominating,” Ospar said. “As a Dramok, I especially have tendencies to take control.”
Iris couldn’t ignore the surge of desire at his words. Being at the Kalquorians’ mercy was certainly titillating. Still, she didn’t want to be any man’s victim ever again.
“So your lover’s pleasure is secondary to yours?” she asked.
That got sounds of disbelief from all three men. Jol said, “By the ancestors, no. Right now, your pleasure means more to us than our own. You must be satisfied.”
“How can I explain this?” Ospar said, his brows drawing together as he concentrated. He pressed minutely as he considered, his cocks creeping into her a little more before he stopped again. The slight ache was steady, but it still was more arousing than not. Iris willed her body to yield to him, to accept the gorgeous invasion.
Rivek said, “We have a natural need to dictate our activities. Most Kalquorians are alpha creatures, to some degree, with Dramoks being the most controlling.”
“I have an instinct to dominate any situation, including sex,” Ospar admitted. “It is abhorrent to my psyche to give up being the leader. Nobeks and Imdikos also have large doses of the dominant in their personalities, and they will only give up power to another when it is earned.”
He pressed in a little again. As they explained to Iris, he continued to spread her open, getting her body to accept him a bit at a time. She thrilled to the care he used.
Jol took up the conversation. “Being in charge, particularly when someone else’s welfare is at stake, is an awesome responsibility. When applied to the realm of lovemaking, we are driven to provide our partner or partners with as much gratification as we can.”
Rivek chuckled. “In essence, we fight for control so we can serve others rather than ourselves. Sometimes it seems we are being overbearing in that respect.” He looked at Ospar as he spoke.
Ospar pulled a face at the Imdiko. “My clanmates say I’m as subtle as a tornado. I mean no harm. In fact, I’m trying to make things right for all concerned. I admit I have a tendency to act on my own assessment of a situation before getting everyone else’s input.”
“You’re a Dramok’s Dramok,” Jol grinned. “An absolute pain in the ass to everyone around you.”
“Yet charming enough to get away with it.” Rivek’s eyes twinkled at his clanmate.
Ospar snorted. He turned his attention back to the fascinated Iris. “We are perhaps a little rougher than your Earther men when it comes to sex. We enjoy activities that allow us to express our dominance, activities you might find frightening at first.”
He was still slowly filling her, working his way inside so delicately that Iris couldn’t imagine him ever harming anyone. She was getting a little frustrated with her body’s reluctance. Iris was eager to be thoroughly fucked by this man. By all three men. The intoxicant in her system incited her to throw all caution to the wind, and it was hard to deny that urge.
Forcing herself to accept the care Ospar used, Iris asked him, “What kind of activities do you think would scare me?”
She felt his cocks jerk in reaction to her question. However, his tone was still calm as he said, “Binding our partners allows us to be very dominating. Tying them up, restraining them in some way to make them helpless ... we like that.”
Iris thought about that. Just one of the men was big and strong enough to render her vulnerable. The thought of be held down by Rivek and Jol while Ospar claimed her made her insides flex. Maybe it was only the effect of the bite, but she didn’t find the idea frightening in the least. Exciting, as a matter of fact.
She licked her lips. “What else?”
“Discipline,” Jol said. “Sensual punishment.”
Rivek shot him a warning glance. “With Iris’ history of abuse, that may be well beyond her limits.”
At Iris’ wide-eyed look, Jol quickly explained, “I am talking about only the kind of pain that adds to pleasure. Some enjoy being spanked or strapped. The release of endorphins can give one a sense of euphoria.”
“There is nothing we would do to you that would cause harm, Iris,” Ospar reassured her. “Testing a lover’s limits can be thrilling to all involved, but in the end, it is the one who surrenders herself that is in ultimate control. By simply saying ‘stop’ you halt all the activity immediately.”
“And you’re all right with that?” she asked. “Even though you prefer to be in command?”
He stroked her hair. “Your pleasure first, remember? If you are huddled at my approach, sobbing with hurt, fearing and hating me, I have failed utterly. I do not deserve to dominate you.”
Iris let that soak in. She had definitely feared Conrad. There had been no trust with him. Being helpless with him had been a terrible way to live. So far, she felt opposite about being here with the Kalquorians. They made her feel safe, even though she was at their mercy.
Jol pressed a kiss to her temple. “A slow exploration of what gratifies you will be the course we pursue. Discovering what makes you tremble with need, what makes your body respond to our touches, our very presence ... this is the journey we will take.”
“Starting now.” Ospar smiled. “I am inside you, Iris. All the way inside you. You have already taken that first step of discovery by accepting both my cocks. Your virgin ass is no more.”
Iris started. He was right; his groin was flush against hers, his cocks buried deep inside. And they felt incredible, filling her so very full. Her body strained just a little containing him, but she was not in pain.
She was in heaven.
“Oh,” she breathed, euphoria spinning thick in her mind and where they joined. “It’s amazing.”
Ospar’s voice was soft. “I am so glad, my beauty. Thank you for surrendering your fears to me.” He looked at Jol. “Let her see.”
The Nobek grinned, and Iris’ heart fluttered at the dark promise in his eyes. He got up from the bed and tapped the wall. A long rectangle appeared in the seemingly seamless surface and extended out as a drawer.
Meanwhile, Ospar leaned back so that he knelt between Iris’ legs. He lifted one by the ankle, holding it so that her toes pointed to the ceiling. Jol knelt beside him and pointed a small, black wand-shaped instrument towards their coupled sexes. He spoke in his own language. A floating vid suddenly appeared over and to one side of Iris’ head.
At first she wasn’t sure what she was looking at. Dark brown and peach white filled the vid. Then Ospar’s hips moved back, dragging his cocks from her with delicious friction.
Iris gasped. The vid showed the sexes of a man and woman joined, the man’s two cocks emerging glistening from the woman’s pussy and ass. Ospar’s cocks. Her pussy and ass. Jol was showing her how the Dramok
fucked her.
Viewing pornography on Earth was an offense that could get one thrown in prison. Iris instinctively shut her eyes and turned her face away.
Rivek’s breath was sweet and warm on her face. “No, little Iris. It is a beautiful sight. Look. See him making love to you.”
Ospar encouraged her as well. “It’s all right. I want you to watch. Look at us forged together, Iris.”
His tone was gentle, but the command that underlay it made her eyes pop wide open. Before she could think about what she was doing, she looked again, obeying him.
Those long, thick lengths were still drawing out of her, sliding with agonizing delight against her clutching sheaths. The lips of her pussy protruded, engorged and a deep rose color that blatantly exposed her desire. Her clit was swollen, stretching out, begging to be stroked.
The ends of the cocks were narrowing, drawing close to their tapered ends. Ospar stopped. “Now,” he said, his raspy voice becoming more gravelly. “Now watch your sweet body surrender to mine.”
The Dramok pressed slowly back in, and Iris moaned as she both felt and saw the invasion. Her ass widened with the growing circumference of the dark brown cock feeding into it. Thick cream exuded from her pussy as the other cock slipped back into its snug confines. She watched her trembling sex and ass take the double impalement at once until Ospar’s loins snugged tight up to hers.
He watched her watching the vid. “Good girl,” he said, and she warmed under the approval. “You like seeing what I’m doing to you. I can tell.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes still riveted to the vid.
“You like seeing my cocks moving in and out of you.”
Ospar started that slow, sensational drawing out again. Iris moaned as their sexes came into view once more. He was fucking her. She was watching it.
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