“My little lovely has awakened fully to her needs,” he whispered. “But you have not yet known all the beautiful torments I want you to feel.”
Katherine warbled a wordless plea. What he said made little sense, but the darkness of his eyes told her Simdow had only begun his claiming.
He moved downward, kissing his way to her breasts. The Dramok had not shaved this morning, and the rasp of his beard against her skin heightened Katherine’s already excited senses. The sensation reminded her of how unabashedly male he was. She saw anew the muscled width of his shoulders denoting the strength of this man, strength he had so far sublimated in his careful treatment of her. Now, with the purple of his eyes nearly hidden behind dilated pupils and the feral lust of his expression, Katherine suddenly saw the power Simdow possessed, power he could have used at any time to take all he wanted from her. That he had not chosen to do so until she handed control over to him only underscored how helpless she’d been all this time. She’d been the mouse to his cat who had decided to make friends rather than pounce.
As if discerning what had her breathing so quickly, Simdow rubbed his stubbled cheeks and chin over the roundness of one breast, gently abrading the skin that pinked from his attentions. It was far from a comfortable feeling, but it excited Katherine. Her stomach tumbled, and she arched a little, offering the stinging mound for his continued focus.
Simdow smiled. Instead of chafing her breast anew, his tongue peeked out. It slowly reached for Katherine’s nipple, the tip already stiffened and pointed. A whimper eased from her lips as he homed in on that eager bit of flesh. He watched her watch him as he closed the distance.
Contact. Keyed up as she was, it felt to Katherine as if a flame had been lit, its heat zapping straight down to her clitoris. She moaned, and her hands on Simdow’s shoulders clutched tight. She had no idea her nails dug into his flesh. She did hear him hiss, the sound one of pleasure.
“So very sensitive,” he whispered. “I am glad to know it.”
The next lick was not tentative. Simdow’s tongue flattened over her areola, tasting her with fervor. This time the heat was a conflagration that filled her gut. Katherine wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him close while shoving her breast into his mouth.
He responded by sucking hard, drawing as much flesh in as he could take. As he did so, the rough silk of his tongue rubbed back and forth over her swelling nipple, sending fiery shocks of exhilaration through her core. She cried out as her senses tipped towards overload and shoved against him. Instead of releasing her, Simdow wrapped his arms around her body and increased suction and laving.
“Simdow!” Katherine struggled against him. It was too much; she couldn’t bear the excruciating thrill tormenting her now.
He would not relent. Katherine sobbed, unable to push him away, unable to escape the brutal pleasure he pressed upon her. Even pounding on his shoulders and back with her tiny fists failed to make him relent.
“My Dramok, please. Please, I beg you.”
At last Simdow released her breast from his voracious attention. She felt her pulse thud in the swollen, engorged tip. Her nipple had turned scarlet during its capture.
She only noted this for a moment, because Simdow’s dark gaze captured hers. A bestial smile twitched his lips as she stared at him.
“My lovely Katherine,” he breathed. “I enjoy your attempts to fight me off. I like that I excite you so much that you try to make me stop. I give you leave to continue. Be as ferocious as you like, all the while knowing I will take all you have to offer. You cannot deny me.”
With that, he bent to the other breast.
As he tormented her with a rapture that made her alternatively beg for more and struggle to make him stop, Simdow’s hand crept between her legs. He moaned to discover her so soaked that the linens beneath her had gone damp. The feeling of his fingers probing her folds and teasing her clitoris added to the cacophony of rampant elation coursing through her body.
“Too much,” she wailed, even as she writhed in an attempt to get him to rub her sex harder.
“I haven’t even begun,” he answered.
As if to prove his point, he slid a finger inside her. Katherine went absolutely still. She stared at him with wide eyes as her shocked mind dealt with the invasion. It wasn’t the flesh she’d worried over since being taken captive, but she’d been intruded upon just the same.
Simdow watched her carefully, slipping nearly all the way back out. Then his finger filled her again, going all the way in. The strangeness of feeling a trespasser brought Katherine some way out of her earlier rapture. It didn’t feel terrible. Her sleeve even clutched at Simdow’s finger, as if it would pull him farther inside her. She wasn’t sure what to make of this joining.
Still keeping an eye on her, Simdow lowered his face to gently kiss one flushed breast. His finger remained imbedded and his palm brushed her swollen nub, drawing circles over it.
Bliss returned in a rush. Katherine’s honey gushed over Simdow’s hand as a moan escaped her lips. The confusing oddness faded, allowing euphoria to return her into its seductive embrace.
Simdow’s finger moved in and out, his palm continuing to rub delightfully over her straining clitoris each time he penetrated fully. His lips sipped delicate kisses from her nipples, sending more darts of mind-uncoupling pleasure to her hearth. Katherine became gradually aware that her hips moved of their own accord, rising and falling to increase the friction that smoldered.
“Now you will take more,” Simdow whispered.
A second finger pressed into her. The mouth on her breasts increased its demands a little at a time, banking the fire heating her belly. Katherine lost herself in the heightening pleasure of being filled, of being mastered, of being taken higher with every stroke. She continued to move, her pelvis rising to greet each intrusion.
Then Simdow rubbed something inside the front of her sheath, something that made a thunderclap of molten pressure reverberate in her core. Katherine nearly came up off the bed in reaction, a wild animal cry flying from her throat.
Simdow looked at her in surprise. “Katherine?”
“Oh.” She could hardly breathe. “Oh. That was – that was – what was that?”
She could feel his fingertips curling a little, and he probed carefully. “I don’t know. I know about the clitoris being sensitive. However, I have not been with a Kalquorian or Earther female before, so I am not sure–”
He found the spot again and heavy delight sizzled through Katherine. She bucked hard against him. “Ah! Oh!”
“Right there.” Simdow’s tone was wondering. “Right in this spot.”
He rubbed harder on that hotspot and Katherine flailed. She didn’t know whether to fight him or beg him for more. She thought she might go insane if he kept on. She thought she’d go insane if he stopped.
The next few minutes tested the first of the two options. Simdow varied the strength and speed of the friction against the sensitive area, watching Katherine’s every reaction. His fingers stroked in and out, ceaselessly adding fuel to her interior fire. In the end, with her body threatening to turn itself inside out but not finding culmination, she fought against him again.
“I can’t!” she screamed.
“You will.” The Dramok’s tone held no mercy.
Yet, he pulled free of her. The resulting emptiness made Katherine cry out again. Her sex demanded release of the unrelenting pressure that filled it, making her feel an agony that must be akin to torture. She grabbed for Simdow’s wrist, determined to make him resume his awful teasing in the hopes she would finally find climax.
However, he had other ideas. The wet fingers that had driven her mad now circled her anus. Once again, shock made Katherine go still.
“Not there,” she whimpered.
“Where do you think my smaller cock goes, love?” Simdow asked gently. “I have to prepare you for it.”
Katherine shook her head, panic adding to the din of her already rioting min
d and body. “It’s forbidden!”
“By who?” Simdow smiled patiently. “Your religion? According to that, I’m forbidden as well. Yet you’ve cast that problem aside. You have agreed to belong to me. This is part of that deal.”
Katherine stared. Why had she not realized where the second penis was meant to go? Because it was so taboo for Earthers, she had assumed the Kalquorians would not want such things either. It had never occurred to her that the case might be quite different.
Simdow was right in that her aversion existed because such touching was profane to the Church. Yet she couldn’t defeat the sense of dread that came over her at the thought of it. It didn’t matter that his tender touch there didn’t hurt. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t unpleasant. It didn’t matter that it even made her body respond with continued need.
Katherine had only ever heard of horrid things happening to those who indulged in such profane activities. She’d absorbed too many warnings and threats to give herself in such a way. The soft flow of euphoria from his bite could not erase those terrors.
“Simdow, I’m scared,” she said.
His face softened at her admission. “Katherine, do you believe I would do anything to harm you?”
“Never. But this – there is no greater wrong.”
Simdow’s brows knit together. “Greater than killing an innocent? More wrong than committing genocide?”
Katherine blinked. When he put it that way, it did seem ludicrous. Yet Earth had given murderers easier executions than those guilty of improper sexual conduct.
Simdow shifted so he could press a comforting kiss to her lips. “Trust me, my Matara. There is nothing improper here. Only love.”
She stared at him. “But we’ve only just met. How can you speak of love already?”
He chuckled, as if not quite believing it himself. “You fill my heart, Katherine. My every thought centers on you, on how to take care of you, on how to make you look forward to my presence. I look at my future with my clan with you as a part of that, and it gives me joy. I agree it is much too soon, but my being keeps insisting that I am in love.”
Katherine swallowed. “You truly believe that?”
“I do.” He showed no doubt.
“Then you could never do anything that would damage me in any way.”
“Absolutely not.” His finger settled against the orifice Katherine had been taught to despise and fear. “Push against me. It’s all right. I promise.”
Katherine stared at Simdow. He loved her. Perhaps he was only infatuated, but she could see in his eyes he believed it. She closed her eyes and pushed against him.
The action opened her to him, allowing his slickened finger to pass through the tight ring of muscles that guarded her rear entrance. Katherine sucked in a breath as he forged deep inside, but she felt no pain. The ship did not break apart around her. A hundred bishops and police officers did not batter down the door and take her in custody. All that happened was the strangely arousing sensation of being filled in a place she’d never considered good.
It was nowhere as exciting as feeling him inside her sex, but it was pleasantly erotic in its own way.
She opened her eyes to see Simdow’s waiting face still hovering over hers. “All right?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” she affirmed. A sense of relief stole over her. She was okay. This was not awful in the least. “I’m okay,” she repeated, her tone more wondering.
“Good.”
His kiss was long and lingering, settling her disquiet even when his finger moved in and out and around, gently stretching the taut opening. With her fears vanquished, the bliss of his earlier bite returned. She relaxed into a wash of contentment and discovered Simdow’s attentions felt even better. Her trust had not been misplaced.
When he pressed a second finger inside, Katherine didn’t flinch. Simdow was taking care of her, exactly as he’d promised. He loved her. She had nothing to fear.
His thumb found her clitoris and rubbed over it. She moaned against his lips, her ardor returning quickly as he tantalized that responsive nub. Her hands drifted over his shoulders, chest, and abdomen. She felt starved for Simdow, desperate to feel every inch of him she could reach. When she found his cocks, so avid and engorged that they curved close to his belly, she grasped them with eagerness.
Simdow’s groan rang in her ears. Katherine stroked him with the firm grip he seemed to like best, making him groan again. His thumb pressed her clit and massaged it, making her squeal in response. The air came alive with their calls of pleasure as they worked at each other without mercy. Simdow’s mouth found her breasts and he was once more animal in his treatment of them, sending molten need roiling through her.
“Oh, please,” she whimpered.
“Are you ready for me?” Simdow asked, his breath gasping loud between each word.
Katherine felt desperate for him to give her completion. She no longer cared what that entailed. “Yes, my Dramok. Claim me.”
With an animal growl, his fingers moved out of her. He rolled them so that his body covered hers. Another maneuver had her knees bent over his forearms, taking her butt off the mat’s surface. Katherine’s weight lay on her upper back and shoulders, pinning her to the soft bed.
“Place me,” Simdow told her.
Katherine still had hold of his penises, her grip on them slippery as he lubricated as freely as she. She positioned them so that the tips nudged her sex and anus.
Simdow shuddered. “Katherine. This is your first time, so there will be some discomfort at first. But I will be gentle. When you need me to halt so you can adjust to me, just say so.”
“I trust you,” she told him. “You are my Dramok and you will not let me be harmed.”
“That’s right, my love. You are the center of this clan, and you are always my priority.”
With that, he pressed carefully against her. The tips of his cocks eased inside, taking her virtue to make Katherine belong to him forever. She singsonged a welcome, accepting her destiny once and for all.
The tapered tips were painless to manage, crossing her thresholds made slippery by both their sexes. As Simdow became broader the further in he went, an ache announced itself. The ache became throbbing, and she caught her breath painfully. Simdow immediately halted.
“Easy,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Relax and take deep breaths. It’s all right.”
“I’m sorry,” Katherine said. “I’m not being a very good wife, am I?”
Simdow kissed her. “You are amazing,” he said. “You are more than I ever dreamed possible.”
The ache was passing already, and the sensation of being joined to another person was a heady fulfillment Katherine had never imagined in her life. She basked in the adoration of the man looking down at her. She wondered if perhaps sex, purported to be a painful thing to endure, was actually supposed to be beautiful when it happened between people who loved each other.
But she hadn’t fallen in love … right?
“We’ll try a little more now,” Simdow said.
He watched her face as he delved deeper. When a sharp pain made her cry out, he peppered her face with kisses, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.
“All right, all right,” he soothed. “I think that must have been the virgin barrier. It’s over now. No more pain like that. Easy, little one. I’ve got you.”
The abrupt shock passed, and Katherine learned to breathe again. The feeling of belonging returned. She blinked up at Simdow, who was looking at her with wonderment.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m your first,” he said. He swallowed hard. “No one has ever given themselves to me like this. Trusted me to–” He stopped and shook his head. “Thank you, my Matara.”
Simdow said it as if it was the greatest gift he’d ever received. The feeling in his voice brought tears to Katherine’s eyes.
He filled her with slow deliberation, taking care as if Katherine was the most fragile creat
ion in existence. She reveled in his compassion. The Kalquorian made her feel precious. Priceless. Simdow had said she was the center of his world, and she thought perhaps he’d been truthful.
At last he smiled down at her. “I’m inside you, my Katherine. We are utterly joined as man and woman. Mated. How do you feel?”
Katherine’s first instinct was to evaluate the physical. She felt incredibly full with Simdow tight in both nether passages. There was still a slight ache, though he’d been so very meticulous in his taking of her.
She also felt a sense of fulfillment. Rightness. This was not the insane, climax-building excitement of their preparation, but contentment buzzed through her just the same. They were puzzle pieces interlocking with perfect accord. With Simdow smiling hopefully at her, his body a comfortable weight on hers, she felt good.
“I like it,” she told him and giggled. “It’s not terrible at all.”
He bellowed laughter at that, and Katherine heard snickers in the background. Dear God, she’d forgotten all about Miv and Vadef being in the room. She couldn’t see them for Simdow’s broad shoulders and beautiful face blocking the view, however.
Simdow pressed his forehead to hers, still laughing. “I’m glad to know I’m not terrible. My ego is intact.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Simdow. I just meant, it’s not what I expected. If you heard the horror stories about how awful sex is for women, you’d understand.”
“Why would they tell you such things? Why would they keep this joy from you?” His merriment disappeared, replaced by confusion.
Katherine sighed. So many things had changed for her in only a few days. “They probably did it to keep us from wanting to sin.”
“They did it to control you.” Bitterness entered the Dramok’s tone. “I do not wish to speak against your beliefs, but it’s damned hard sometimes.”
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