“Being shaved wasn’t comfortable for you, was it Iris?” Rivek asked as he worked.
“No,” she moaned. With his hands kneading her flesh, it didn’t occur to her to tell anything but the truth.
“But you let me do it anyway. I am very glad you gave yourself over that way.” He smiled and Iris sighed at his expression. She’d pleased him. That made her feel good. It made the uneasiness of submitting to being shaved worthwhile.
“I noticed you were anxious about something else,” Rivek continued.
“Mmm?” Iris only half-heard him. His continued massaging was making her wet, and he smeared her juices all over her sex.
“You didn’t like naming the part I was shaving.”
“Oh. We weren’t supposed to talk about such things on Earth.”
“I see.” One of Rivek’s hands moved to the slight rise of her mound. He rubbed the heel of his palm in gentle but firm circles. It felt good and Iris moaned under the attention. The Imdiko smiled. “I want you to talk about it now.”
Iris blinked slowly at him. “I don’t understand.”
While he rubbed her mound with that delicious circular motion, the fingers of Rivek’s other hand grasped her clit and tugged it. Fierce rapture seized Iris. She cried out.
The fingers went from her clit to her vaginal entrance. “What is this, Iris?” Rivek whispered.
She fought to pull the scattered bits of her mind back together. “It’s – it’s my private parts.”
“What is the proper word for it?”
“I – I guess my – vagina?”
“There are euphemisms for it too, aren’t there?”
Iris’ face was burning with embarrassment, but the stroking fingers had her twitching with excitement. “Yes, I’ve heard it called other things.”
“What’s the ugliest word for it that you know?”
Iris stared at him.
“Iris.”
“I can’t – I can’t say that.”
Rivek raised his eyebrows at her. “You will say it. I want to hear the word come from your mouth.”
“But–” Iris looked from the Imdiko to his two clanmates. Every face registered the same expression; watchful patience and clear expectancy.
“It’s so bad,” she whimpered. “It will get me in trouble.”
“With who?” One of Rivek’s fingers entered her a little ways and retreated again. He tugged at her clit once more, scattering her thoughts. “No one is going to punish you for saying it. You will be punished for not saying it, however. Do you want me to punish you?”
His fingers had trapped the shaft of her clitoris, rubbing it up and down with gentleness. His words were frightening, but the touch was so wondrous. Fear and rapture twisted together, became one. Iris gasped.
“Say it. Say the bad word.”
“Cunt,” she moaned, letting it pass her lips with a cringe. “The word is cunt.”
“Very good, Iris. Now tell me, what horrible thing has happened since you said that word?”
Rivek was still fondling that bud of pleasure, making her wet and wild. She panted under his ministrations. “Nothing.”
He smiled, as pleased as a professor with a prized pupil. “It is only a word, isn’t it? Just a simple word. No harm can come to you through it, can it?”
“No.” Now that Iris had said it, being afraid of speaking it seemed foolish.
“Do you like that word?”
She shook her head. “It still sounds ugly.”
“But you’re not afraid of it anymore?”
“No.”
“Good. Give me another word for your vagina.”
Iris licked her lips. A funny sense of freedom came over her. She could say those words; she’d known she could say them and yet the old fears had kept her from doing so.
Her mouth curled in a naughty smile. “Pussy.”
She got three grins in return. “Do you like that word, Iris?” Rivek asked.
“I do.”
“If I call your sex a pussy, will you be insulted?”
She shook her head. “You make it sound good.”
Rivek chuckled. His touch wandered down to her anus, spreading her juices there. “What shall we call this?”
Iris sucked her lower lip into her mouth for an instant. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. “It’s an asshole,” she managed. “Like Blaine Middleton and Governor Hoover.”
Ospar fell over on his back, shaking with hilarity. Jol turned red, he laughed so hard. The Nobek gasped, “But yours looks much better than either of them.”
“Don’t – don’t insult that lovely body part – by comparing it to Hoover,” Ospar wheezed.
The chuckles ebbed after a few moments, leaving a few snickers here and there. When they had control over themselves, Rivek took up his lesson once more.
He stroked his larger organ in a tight fist until he made himself groan. “What is this, Iris?” he asked breathlessly.
“Your cock.” She licked her lips to show him exactly how she felt about that delightfully swollen appendage.
“Do you want my cock?”
Iris hooked her legs around his back and tried to pull him close. “God, yes.”
“What do you want me to do? Tell me exactly.”
She looked directly into those dark, dangerous eyes. “I want you to fuck my pussy and ass with your cocks.” She said it slowly and deliberately, so there would be no question she had spoken the profane words.
Rivek smiled. “Then I shall. But perhaps not quite the way you think I will. Another push on your comfort levels, my lovely.”
Iris didn’t have a chance to think. The Imdiko’s big arms went around her, pushing her away from him so that her legs fell away from his waist. Then she was lifted into the air and spun over, landing gently on her stomach.
Hands seized her hips, pulling her butt up in the air and hauling her back towards the priest. Something wet, hot, and hard pressed up against her anus, nudging it open.
Iris gasped and looked over her shoulder at Rivek. “Is that – is that the bigger one?” she asked.
“The bigger what?” he countered, a half-smile playing over his lips.
She was suddenly afraid of the word again, because she was afraid of what would happen if she spoke it. But as Rivek’s brows drew down over his eyes, Iris was even more afraid of what might befall her if she didn’t say it. The Imdiko had mentioned the word punish earlier.
Iris didn’t want to be punished, at least not until she knew what that meant.
“Your cock. Are you planning on putting your bigger cock in my ass?” She whimpered the words, but felt absurdly pleased she’d been so descriptive. Maybe that would grant her some leniency.
He gave her a proud smile, and some of the tightness in Iris’ chest loosened. Even his words couldn’t destroy the sense of wellbeing his approval gave her. “I most certainly am going to fuck your gorgeous ass, my little Iris. You have been well stretched and prepared for it, and if you stay relaxed, you will enjoy it as much as I.”
“Oh.” For a moment, Iris couldn’t think of anything else to say. Still, that primary cock was very big, bigger than the other men’s secondary ones. “I can still say stop if it’s too much?”
Rivek tilted his head. His gaze was still predatory, but there was gentle consideration mixed in there too. “Of course. Only tell me, and everything halts.”
His hands were on the globes of her bottom, rubbing them, easing the tension. Iris loved the feeling of him touching her. Of making him happy with her. The sight of his smile when she did something right probably meant more than it should, but she couldn’t escape wanting to make him and the other two men pleased with her.
Rivek sensed her compliance. “Just relax. Push out against me.”
She did as she was told and felt the fevered length of him slide in. Her mouth dropped open. It did feel good, especially as his smaller cock found her pussy and entered it too. Was she really taking such a large man back there?
In her – ass?
The smaller cock nudged against the hot spot in her sleeve. Iris groaned, barely noticing that her rear was beginning to ache pleasantly as Rivek widened closer to his base.
“Keep pushing, my lovely,” the Imdiko urged. “Don’t resist.”
“Look at that,” Ospar groaned. “That is just gorgeous.”
Hands reached beneath her. One from the Dramok’s side plucked gently at her nipples, making Iris shudder. Tiny zaps of pleasure darted from his fingers to her gut, which was churning warmly from Rivek’s entrance. The silent Jol added a jolt of ecstasy as his fingers found her clit and stroked.
Iris cried out at the blast of elation. Her hips slammed back against Rivek as her sex clenched and her body instinctively moved to find even greater delight.
The Imdiko gasped loudly. Hot pain erupted in Iris’ ass as she impaled herself fully on his length. She yelped and writhed.
“Easy. Easy,” Rivek soothed her. “Relax, little one. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it is not my intention to hurt you. Ease up and push out against me.”
Whimpering, Iris made her body loosen. Immediately, the harsh burn of her tight muscles calmed to a much more manageable throb. She sighed in relief.
“Better,” the priest approved. “When you’re ready, we’ll start again. Just take your time.”
The blast of agony had already dissipated to the point that Iris was noticing other things. Things like Ospar still gently pulling and rubbing her breasts. Jol caressing her clitoris. The pressure against the cluster of nerves at the front of her pussy. And how incredibly full she felt with Rivek’s front cock buried in her ass.
She groaned. It felt good. She thought it could feel even better.
Iris rocked forward, letting Rivek slip deliciously through her channels. Sliding friction moving through her, lighting up everything inside. She closed her eyes to feel it better. Then she moved back onto those twin cocks, carefully enclosing the man kneeling behind her once more. Very little discomfort this time. She almost missed that galvanizing sting of hurt. How strange, she thought.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Rivek’s approval was very breathy.
Iris moved forward again. He felt so amazing, sliding easily through her now. When she rocked back again, she did it faster, harder, achieving more of that wonderful ache this time. It made no sense that it heightened the boiling pleasure in her gut, but it did. The next time she shoved back onto Rivek, she did it even harder, as if she would split herself in two on him. Dull pain resounded this time, feeding the weird passion slowly engulfing her.
That was it. That was what she wanted.
“What are you doing, Iris? Tell me. Use those words that scared you so much.”
“I’m fucking you, Rivek. I’m fucking your cocks with my ass and pussy.” She felt not one bit of concern over her language. All she cared about was the blooming rapture taking over.
Iris drove herself against the Kalquorian, taking him hard and fast. Fierce arousal awoke, growing bigger, tightening her insides in a vicious spiral. Violent desire licked throughout her loins, making everything coil taut. She could feel her body gathering itself, every mote of pleasure coalescing into one brilliant spot, drawing together in preparation to blow wide open. Almost there, hanging just on the edge. If she could just find a little more force...
“Please,” Iris moaned. “Please.”
Rivek’s hands closed over her shoulders. When she shoved back onto him this time, he pulled. At the same time, he thrust hard and deep into her with devastating strength.
Iris’ senses broke apart in a tidal wave of phenomenal bliss. It surged through her all at once, rending her wits into scattered motes of disconnected, half-formed thoughts. Swell after swell of pleasure gushed through her body. Starbursts of white light exploded before her eyes, blinding her to all but the stormy flow of rapture.
When she came back to the surface of the Kalquorians’ bed, Rivek was moaning above her, his cocks pulsating inside, the primary one streaming thick heat into her ass. Jol rubbed her back as Ospar stroked her hair.
At last the Imdiko carefully moved out of her. His sigh was that of a very happy man. “There now. Much better.”
“That’s putting it lightly,” Iris muttered into the sheets.
The men chuckled and moved around her, arranging her so that she lay on top of Rivek, with the other two surrounding them. Arms closed around her, sheltering her in their strength. Iris wrapped their care around her like a fortress that no one could breach.
Chapter 7
After a few minutes of the trio reassuring themselves that Iris was all right, Jol had her give him a list of the things she and Thomas would need for the next few days and where he would find those belongings. He left the room along with Ospar, who needed to com his office to check and see if anything pressing required his attention.
Rivek showed no signs of returning to the temple. Instead he continued to hold Iris, stroking her hair with gentle fingers. He didn’t speak, letting her soak in the companionable silence. She closed her eyes in contentment, her hands and face resting on the Imdiko’s chest. She thought lying on such a bulky man shouldn’t be comfortable, but it was. Rivek’s skin was warm and a soft, smooth surface over his firm body. She rubbed her cheek against the flesh which was as silky as his voice. The arm holding her against him was comforting, as was the one that continued to caress her hair, back, and shoulders.
Iris didn’t even realize she had drifted off. She was startled awake when Jol and Ospar rejoined them on the bed. She blinked at the men.
Ospar pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Feeling all right?”
She’d fallen asleep. She’d been out for quite a while considering Jol had obviously just returned from his errand. Crisp coolness wafted from his formsuited body. She ducked her face in embarrassment.
“I feel fine. A bit lazy and worthless. I can’t remember the last time I napped in the middle of the day.”
Jol blew into his hands to warm them before stroking her cheek. He scowled. “You are not worthless. Nor lazy.”
Rivek smiled at her. He was blinking sleepily too, so maybe he had dozed as well. “I think she’s commenting on how seldom she gets the opportunity to simply relax.”
“That was it. I feel like I’m playing hooky—”
“Where’s Mommy? Where’s Mommy?”
Thomas’ frantic wails, already edging into hysteria, cut Iris off. She flung herself off Rivek and the bed, searching wildly for her clothes. She had to get to him. Now. Where were her damned pants?
“I’m in here, sweetie! It’s okay! I’m coming!”
“He can’t hear you. The monitor is working only one way.” Rivek grabbed her and made her stop crawling all over the floor in search of her clothes as Thomas’ shrieks rose. He pulled her to her feet. Jol shoved her into an immense robe that she could have used as a blanket.
“Where’s Mommy?”
Iris could hear Thomas’ feet thumping around the room next door as he raced about in a panic. There were several heavy thuds and the sound of his crying was like a siren going off continuously in her ears. Thomas was alone and scared, and she wasn’t there.
“I’m coming, Thomas!”
Ospar’s voice managed to cut through the sounds of her son’s terror. “Calm down before you go out there. He’ll hear the worry in your voice.”
Iris ignored him. Clutching the oversized wrap around her, she raced out of the room just in time to see Thomas bolting in the wrong direction down the hall.
“Thomas!”
The little boy turned. His face was distorted with despair and fright, tears pouring down his cheeks as he searched for her. He screamed when he caught sight of her and barreled back as fast as his legs would bring him.
He reached for her as he ran, crying, “Go home! Thomas and Mommy go home!”
She knelt down to catch him as he threw himself into her arms. He squalled, completely overwrought from waking in an unfamiliar place
without her right there when he’d opened his eyes. Thomas was already nearing the point he’d been at when he’d been sedated.
Knowing the pointlessness of trying to calm him, Iris tried anyway. She held and rocked him, telling him urgently, “It’s okay. Look. We’re at Rivek’s house. We’re at Jol’s house. We’re at Ospar’s house.”
Thomas shrieked, making her ears pop. He wrenched away. A nearby shelf held a decorative spray of flowers and some colorful glass figurines. He grabbed them and threw them to the ground, breaking several. He attacked vids on the walls, trying to yank the monitors down. Iris staggered after him, weighed down by the heavy wrap Jol had put her in. She grabbed at her son as he went on a destructive tear down the hall, knocking more decorative pieces to the ground, annihilating as he went.
The boy was red-faced with confused fury. “Go Thomas house! Go Thomas house now!”
“Thomas, your trains are here.” Jol’s calm voice carried over the shrieks and Iris’ desperate pleas for Thomas to stop breaking things. Both Earthers froze at the gentle thunder of the Nobek’s call.
Iris had finally gotten hold of her son. She clutched him close as she turned them to look at the Kalquorians standing nearby. She didn’t want to see how disgusted and angry the men would be at the wild display, at the carnage Thomas had unleashed on their home. Didn’t want to, but had to. She had to keep Thomas safe from whatever consequences their hosts would try to punish him with. Desperate apologies were forming on her lips until she saw the clan’s faces.
Not one of them looked as furious as she’d expected. They didn’t even look irritated. Nor did they seem shocked or revolted. She gaped as she looked at expressions that displayed only calm concern.
The clan wasn’t mad at all. Thomas had gone berserk and broken things, probably very expensive things. Yet she saw nothing but compassion on the men’s faces.
Jol had said the magic word, possibly the only thing that could snatch Thomas from the chaos that had taken over his brain. His voice bright and hopeful, Thomas said, “Where’s Thomas’ trains?”
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