Katherine smiled and kissed his frowning lips. “You are a patient, kind person. Now make love to me, since it’s not so terrible.”
That brought his smile back. “With great pleasure, my love.”
Simdow drew back, slowly emptying Katherine of himself. His exit was faster than his entrance had been, and the steady friction woke her body again. Tingling heat lit in her passages, bringing a startled exclamation from her.
“Oh!”
Simdow froze. “Are you all right?”
Katherine clutched at his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
One side of his mouth quirked in a smile. “I won’t.”
He pressed back inside, moving a bit faster. The feeling of boiling delight returned to Katherine’s belly. When Simdow’s groin met hers, it ground against her clitoris, sending sharpened slivers of delight through her belly. She cried out.
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” Simdow breathed. He kept moving, pulling out and sliding in with more speed and force.
He found that spot inside. Katherine’s toes curled and she kicked her feet in the air. Her choked cries grew louder with every thrust. Each time Simdow shoved in, he pounded that one place that made her hair stand on end, setting off small explosions of ticklish fire, that sent pressure ballooning in her belly. Katherine tried to shove against him, wanting more and wanting it harder. Her position, rolled up onto her upper back with her legs scooped up in Simdow’s arms, didn’t allow her to do so. Simdow was in control of her body.
Fortunately, he moved faster with more power behind each thrust. His loins smacked meatily against her, each plunge driving desperate cries from her gut. The orgasm was in sight now, teasing her, tantalizing her with its nearness. Her body seethed with scorching want.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, my Dramok.”
“Do you wish to come for me, my Matara?”
“I want to. Please.”
Their bodies met with pistol-shot cracks. Simdow rode her powerfully, driving her closer to the end, but in such small increments. She needed release. She needed it so bad it hurt. The craving devoured her every thought save the one that said she must climax.
“Please!”
Simdow reached between her legs and seized her swollen clitoris. “Now, my love.”
His touch sent a bolt of lightning through every cell of Katherine’s being. She flew up, up, higher still until she must touch Heaven itself. Then glorious light sang its piercing tone, scattering everything in its white-hot beam. Katherine threw herself into the sweet dissolution.
Pulsing rapture. Boundless ecstasy. She glimpsed eternity and disintegrated into it over and over.
She reluctantly fell back into the clutches of the mundane world, descending once more into the everyday. Except now Simdow was in the throes of his own paradise, his body straining over hers, his flesh pulsing inside to fill her with his passion. Seeing his face slack with release brought renewed tremors to her own body, tiny glimpses of the glory she’d just experienced.
Simdow released her legs to fold over her, his arms closing around her still shuddering body. They lay quiet for perhaps a minute, their gasps easing as they resumed their place in the ordinary.
Katherine thought that though she’d come back to the commonplace, she’d never see the world as anything besides extraordinary again. Not after what she’d just experienced. Not after she knew what now lay within her grasp.
“Not so terrible?” Simdow whispered in her ear.
She laughed. And laughed. And laughed until her stomach hurt. “Magnificent, my Dramok,” she finally said when the hilarity eased.
He grinned, pride beaming. “That’s what they all say.”
There was a snort from the corner of the room. “I don’t recall ever saying that,” Miv said.
Simdow twisted around to scowl at his Nobek. The change in position allowed Katherine to see Miv grin at him. “Okay, okay, you’re pretty good. You certainly made our woman happy.”
“I’d like to see you do better.” The challenge in Simdow’s tone was unmistakable.
“I intend to. But I’ll wait until Vadef has had his chance to impress, then show you both up.”
“One ups-manship, boys?” Katherine asked. “Your youth is showing.”
She smiled to show she only teased. In truth, she was so satisfied, she couldn’t imagine her sweet Vadef or strong Miv making her feel any better than Simdow had.
“Are you sure, Miv?” Vadef sounded surprised. “I can wait. Nobek needs tend to be stronger than most.”
Miv smiled at his clanmate. “Go to your Matara, my Imdiko. She will appreciate more gentleness at this time.”
“I guess that means I need to move,” Simdow said with a sigh. He kissed Katherine lingeringly. “Thank you for trusting me to be your first.”
“You were wonderful,” she said, meaning it with all her heart.
Simdow slid free of her and moved to the corner of the mat opposite Miv. Vadef crawled up to take his place. He yelped as his Dramok swatted his naked backside a couple of times.
“Show that Nobek of ours he’ll have to work hard to outdo us.”
Vadef shook his head with a weak smile. He looked a little uncertain despite the eager exclamation points his sexes resembled. Seeing him like that, so fresh and sweet and a little hesitant, but still obviously aroused by her, brought fresh warmth to Katherine’s stomach.
“My Imdiko,” she said. She sat up and held her arms out to him.
Vadef’s face relaxed into a real smile, one of wonder and delight. He knelt between her spread legs and pulled her up so she sat, straddling his thighs. There was nothing childish in his kiss, delivered with passion and fire.
Katherine tangled her hands in his long, silky hair as she returned his strong embrace. Since they were close in height, sitting on his folded legs actually placed her head higher than his. She had no illusions about who possessed the strength, however. Her arms and legs were matchstick thin compared to his.
Still, she’d seen his unease at Simdow and Miv’s challenge, knew his uncertainty. That he’d give of himself without holding back, Katherine had no doubt. However, she wanted to give too. She was Vadef’s wife. His Matara. She wasn’t sure that it meant she should serve him as mindlessly as what the Church taught, but she was willing to fulfill his needs. She needed to, in fact. Making Vadef confident in his place made perfect sense to Katherine.
She kissed Vadef, rubbing her body against his with delighted abandon. He might have been the smallest of his clanmates, but he still possessed a gorgeous, solid body. A body that felt wonderful against hers. Katherine planted her feet on either side of his hips and braced against his shoulders. She brought her abdomen close to trap his stiff cocks between their bodies. She writhed to make him moan in pleasure at the contact.
“I love you too,” he whispered to her. “I have since that moment I first saw you. All the others were beautiful, but you outshone them until there was no one else.”
Her eyes stung at his heartfelt declaration. “Make me yours,” she told him.
Vadef lifted her with one arm so that she hovered over his rigid lengths. He positioned them to enter and slowly lowered her down.
Katherine’s breath caught as her sex and anus parted to admit him. She’d thought Simdow had surely exhausted her amorous needs. The sensation of Vadef filling her, sending that delicious friction to rub that perfect spot, had her eager once more. Her head fell back and she groaned with shameless pleasure.
“Do I really feel good to you, my Matara?” the Imdiko asked. His face had gone soft with desire, but the line between his brows told Katherine he still worried.
For an answer, Katherine again planted her feet and grabbed onto his shoulders. She rose and fell over Vadef, moaning softly as she moved him through her.
He cupped her breasts, pushing them up and bowing his head to capture one in his mouth. Katherine cried out to feel him suckle as she rode him. His m
outh, teeth, and tongue pleasured one mound and then the other, yet it felt as if the sensations came from her clit instead.
Vadef reared back. Looking into her eyes, he opened his mouth to let her see his fangs unhinge. A thrill of elated terror shot through Katherine. Too caught up in the shivery thrills coursing through her body, she kept making love to the Imdiko even as he set the points of his fangs an inch above the areola of one breast, dimpling the flesh.
He bit. Katherine cried out as pain briefly scorched. Then it died even though Vadef’s fangs remained embedded in her softness. As his venom pumped into her, he sucked on her nipple, bringing pleasure once more to the fore.
Tendrils of euphoria misted through her mind, and her sex and anus felt the thick lengths moving through them with greater sensitivity than before. Katherine clung ever tighter to Vadef, wanting to find some way of merging them into one soul so they would never be separated again. After several moments, Vadef released her breast.
“Hold on,” he murmured. He fell back so that he lay flat on the bed with Katherine on top.
She squatted over him now, her palms braced against his chest. She was delighted to straddle the Imdiko. It was easier now to swing her hips up and forward and to push back with greater force than before. Vadef was like a big playground for her now, his body stretched beneath her for her pleasure. Yet she still concentrated on him, on watching his expressions to find that squeezing interior muscles made his hips jerk upward uncontrollably. Grinding in small circles when their loins met not only sent darts of excitement through her clitoris, but it made her lover’s eyes glaze over. She varied the speed and force of her movements to make him gasp one second and moan the next. His sounds of bliss were music to Katherine’s ears. It made her feel confident. She could serve her husbands, not simply be the recipient of their attentions.
Yet Vadef only allowed her control for a brief time. Too soon, his hands closed over her hips, and he bent his knees to brace his feet against the sleeping surface. The Imdiko moved Katherine up and down, setting the pace and strength of the lovemaking. While Katherine melted under his control, she still wished to treat him.
“Let me,” she said, trying to reassert control.
Vadef grinned. “You wish to fight for dominance, my Matara?” His grip on her tightened. He moved her faster.
“No. I want to take care of your needs.” Katherine had to brace herself in order not to fall on top of the Imdiko. His strength was overwhelming.
“I am the caregiver. My needs are met by meeting yours.”
“That hardly seems fair. Vadef, would you–”
Her protest cut off. He had moved her slightly, just enough that the tip of his cock hit that sensitive spot inside on its way in. Her elbows gave out, spilling her onto his torso.
His chest rumbled with laughter. “Well, it seems I found your weakness. I win.”
“Vadef,” she groaned, but he kept moving her up and down, slamming her against his driving groin. Katherine discovered another place of sensitivity as he not only rubbed hard against the heated area of her sleeve, but also came in contact with something deep inside that sent spears of pleasure deep into her belly, ecstasy so extreme that it almost hurt.
Katherine gave a little scream. Vadef’s gentle face turned wicked with a knowledgeable grin. He wouldn’t let up, and she hurtled towards climax. She tried to escape because the elation was too much, only to find she truly was no match for the Imdiko. He took her with uncompromising power, his purple eyes boring into hers as if to let her know he could be ruthless in his lust. Rather than frightening or offending Katherine, the display only excited her more. She couldn’t make him stop, and she couldn’t get away. She could only hang on as he filled her over and over, igniting a conflagration that swept through her body with sensational speed and force.
Katherine screamed, this time long and loud. Her insides seemed to twist like a dishrag being wrung dry. Then she flew apart, spasms roaring through her, convulsing her, seizing with such strength that she thought she might die of rapture. She bathed in white starlight once more, as if her body hadn’t been thoroughly sated only minutes ago.
She came to lying limp in Vadef’s clutch. His arms circled her tightly, as if to meld her entire body into his. He jerked and moaned beneath her, and she felt the pulse of his release happening inside her. Katherine had wanted to serve him, and it seemed that though he had taken all control, she had managed to somehow do it.
When Vadef calmed, he mumbled something in his own language that made Simdow and Miv laugh. Katherine looked up questioningly.
Simdow grinned at her. “He thanked every last ancestor and told them he is ready to join them now because nothing else in life can compare to what just happened.”
Miv joined them, sliding close to the lax pair still catching their breath. “Perhaps I can ask you to move a little to the side over there before you die?” he asked Vadef. “Dead weight is heavy to move out of the way.”
The Imdiko slapped his hand over Miv’s face and shoved his clanmate halfheartedly. Miv only laughed harder at him.
Katherine groaned. “Three husbands. How am I supposed to keep up with that many men? I’m going to die right next to Vadef.”
“You won’t die,” Miv assured her. “But you will find paradise if I have anything to say about it.”
He lifted her from Vadef’s prone body, cradling her in his arms. Sighing, the Imdiko rolled away, leaving them plenty of room on the huge expanse of bed. However, Miv was in no hurry to lay Katherine down and finish the claiming. Instead, he held her like a small child, which was how she felt in his arms. So safe and secure.
He smiled. “My Matara. Never did I expect to have one. Even if I had dared to dream of this day, I couldn’t have imagined one so beautiful. One so perfect.”
“Stop, Miv,” Katherine begged. “If you keep thinking that way, I can only disappoint you.”
“Not possible,” the Nobek insisted. “You could never be anything but right.”
Devotion poured from him. It nearly left Katherine breathless with emotion. In that moment, she knew she could love him. All of them.
She sank into his kiss, feeling his protection all around her. He was supposed to be the enemy, the ruthless conqueror, yet Katherine saw Miv as her defender. She knew that if anyone tried to harm her, he would be the first to rush to her aid. She’d never known such perfect security.
They spent a long time like that, simply holding and being held, kissing and being kissed. Miv couldn’t seem to get enough of tasting her mouth and holding her against his chest. Katherine fell into the sweetness of it, of the sweet dream of lying in his arms. She drifted in the warrior’s gentle seduction, as he seemed to sip her very soul from her lips. When at last the Nobek lowered her to the sleeping mat, Katherine was once again warm with desire.
She hadn’t been sure how she was supposed to make love to another man after being worn out by Simdow and Vadef. Yet now she wasn’t sure if she could survive not making love to Miv too.
He knelt between her legs, much as Simdow had. However, the Nobek propped her ankles on his shoulders, making her toes point at the ceiling. He entered her carefully, slowly, his expression telling Katherine he relished every moment of it. For her part, Katherine found the slow, creeping invasion enthralling. She felt every delicious inch of him press into her sex and anus. The awareness made her tremble all over. She’d never been so intensely conscious of anything happening to her body before.
When Miv’s body met hers, he stopped and looked at where they joined. He took a deep, shuddering breath. “My Matara,” he whispered. “We are one.”
Katherine saw how much it meant to him. This was beyond sex, beyond fulfilling a lustful mating urge for Miv. His expression was rapturous, as if he witnessed a miracle. Perhaps for a Kalquorian who’d been seldom graced with the presence of females, it was a true blessing.
A civilization, on the brink of disappearing. No wonder they were so desperate. Wouldn’t
Earth have been, in their place?
She knew it to be true. The Church would not have argued against sullying the pure Earther created in the image of God. Had their situations been reversed, they too would have decided abduction of breed stock to be excusable. Anyone would.
That realization more than any other made Katherine smile at Miv and accept him and the others fully. Without any hesitation, she said, “Yes, my Nobek. We are one.”
He swallowed and closed his eyes. “Thank you, my Katherine.”
She was moved by how deliberate his lovemaking was. Miv kept her calves clasped tight to his chest as his hips swung back and forth, slipping in and out with measured thrusts. This huge, scarred, brutal-looking man proved the tenderest of them all. Nothing of his primal nature showed as he took his unhurried pleasure with Katherine. For her part, she reveled in the lingering climb to passion. They might have had forever to sate their desire from the way Miv took such delicate care of her.
Just because he chose to be gentle did not mean Miv eschewed being demanding. Even as he rocked slowly against Katherine, his fingers found her clitoris. At first he drew circles around it with a light, barely-there touch. Tiny splinters of arousal sank into that sensitive flesh until she wriggled in a desperate attempt to force contact. Miv only chuckled. But when she reached for his hand, he gave her a frown that froze her in place.
“Perhaps my Dramok or Imdiko will restrain our eager Matara? She wishes to take what I am not ready for her to have quite yet.”
Both men converged on Katherine, each one grasping a dainty wrist and pinning her arms to the bed. She stared up at them, surprised.
“Much better,” Miv said. His hips continued to sway, his fingers to tease. The one brown arm held her legs prisoner against his body. With Simdow and Vadef restraining her arms, she had no way to move.
Somehow, being so helpless made everything Miv did more compelling. Katherine’s arousal leapt stronger than ever, and she strained against the men. They held her effortlessly, compounding the effect.
She panted, every breath ending in a little cry as Miv swung his hips back and forth and his fingers endlessly circled. The Nobek watched as she suffered with pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The more she tried to squirm, the louder her moans, the more satisfied he became. Katherine realized he liked being in control of her. He liked seeing her strain to meet him, to watch her agonize over the thrills he gave and denied.
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