Simdow lifted her, making his sexes slide deliciously through her passages until only the tips remained inside. He pulled her back down onto himself in a swift, smooth motion. Hot friction from being so full lit Katherine’s sheath with violent need. His front penis hit something that resounded with exquisite bliss all the way up her spine. Katherine yelled and her feet kicked out.
“Very nice,” Simdow grunted, lifting her again. Once more he made her take him hard and fast, and Katherine cried out with renewed excitement. Her fingers curled in Simdow’s hair, clutching hard enough to make him hiss in pain.
“Is it that good, my Matara? Let’s see how close I can bring you without sending you over.”
Simdow bounced Katherine on his lap, driving his cocks deep and hard in quick motions. Her breasts bounced with the taking, the hardened tips skidding over the Dramok’s muscled chest, sending shivers of delight through her. Every time Simdow shoved her down onto himself, the breath left her body in a grunt. She barely noticed; each time he filled her, thunderous excitement walloped her from crotch to skull. Climax was building, bulldozing its way towards her.
Heavy need swelled Katherine’s belly. It ballooned tight, bringing unrelenting pressure to the fore. She tried to twist as Simdow moved her, attempting to find that one perfect spot for him to thrust against so that the growing agony could be released. His strong grip prevented her from gaining immediate relief.
However, the orgasm approached anyway, getting gradually closer. Katherine hung onto Simdow for all she was worth, urging it to take her, to burst that ravenous bubble that pushed her boundaries to hellish heights. The first spasm licked through her with bright sensation. Her pussy clenched hard around Simdow’s driving length, beginning the headlong dive into ecstatic oblivion. Just one more rise to nearly empty her of his flesh, and then one more deep thrust into her and she’d be there. Just one more…
Instead, Simdow kept her firmly on his thighs, rooting himself and holding her still. Katherine’s guts trembled, stretched taut as her body waiting for the final invasion that would send her into glorious dissolution. She strained upward, certain that at any moment he would lift her for that last impalement.
But no, she remained planted on his groin, searching for release that never came. Katherine stared into eyes darkened by wide pupils that swallowed Simdow’s purple irises almost entirely.
“Are you close, my Katherine?” When she didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, Simdow chuckled. “I think you must be. You look quite upset right now.”
“Simdow,” she moaned. Her voice was unrecognizable to her own ears. It was the voice of a starving woman eyeing food just out of reach.
“Poor love,” he whispered. “You were right on the edge, weren’t you? Yet you’ve been denied.”
“Why?” she whimpered. She couldn’t believe he would leave her like this, aching and desperate for climax.
Simdow sighed. “Because part of me enjoys seeing you like this, trembling and hungry for release. It also enjoys knowing that I can keep you from achieving that; that your pleasure is dependent on my approval. It’s the controlling Dramok tendency that rules me and therefore you.”
Katherine swallowed, trying to accept this turn of events. Simdow needed to be in command. His very being demanded it. She even responded to the requirement that she hand over her power to him when it came to sexual matters. Yet her body clamored with deafening desire, demanding fulfillment.
In a high, trembling voice she asked him, “Will I be allowed to have pleasure, my Dramok?”
“If I said no, what would you do?”
Katherine’s stomach went cold at his question. Feeling him inside her, knowing how wondrous it was when he brought her to climax, made the thought seem unspeakably cruel. In the end, however, she wanted Simdow to know she was his. If this was a test of her loyalty to him as the leader of their clan, she would not fail him. She could not fail him.
“If my Dramok wishes to deny me, I will accept that.”
Simdow’s eyes closed with feeling. “I could never deny you, my love.” He opened his eyes again and smiled with blatant adoration that made her tremble. “I might tease you and torment you by delaying your completion, but I would never withhold what you need.”
The cold feeling in Katherine’s stomach dissipated at his words. She returned his smile with interest. “Thank you, my Dramok.”
He kissed her softly, with a tenderness that left her breathless. Then he began pistoning her body up and down over his cocks with near brutality.
Once more, Katherine’s body grew full with sexual tension until her sex clutched at Simdow’s sexes with the telltale trembling of oncoming orgasm. Once more Simdow halted the tempestuous lovemaking though Katherine shuddered and wailed in tormented need.
She did not beg him for release, however. She did not fight to reach climax. Though she suffered from near-painful desire, Katherine trusted that Simdow would eventually see to her care as he’d promised.
As he waited for her to calm, Simdow kissed her tear streaked face with astounding gentleness given the torment he put her through. He whispered words of love and eternal adoration into the delicate cup of her ear. At last, when the violent shaking of Katherine’s body eased into minute trembles, he made her take the powerful sex once more.
As she chased the orgasm that he might not allow her to have, Katherine clung desperately to Simdow, feeling like a bit of flotsam on a storm-tossed sea. Her insides churned and foamed with violent agitation as she plunged down on his cocks. She screamed his name over and over, the raging maelstrom pitching ever higher. The first spasm came, a quick splash of ticklish heat washing through her loins. Another wave of roiling pleasure followed.
At last the tidal wave crashed through Katherine, drowning her in bliss. Her entire body heaved with exaltation, made all the more tempestuous for having been delayed. For a long time there was nothing but the burning, roiling sensation of breaking apart and scattering.
Katherine heard her moans mingling with Simdow’s, his main cock pulsing as it poured into her. She draped over his chest and shoulders, limp and well-loved. He held her tight against him as his organs continued to twitch inside.
Other hands stroked her hair and back, easing her down from the incredible orgasm. Katherine smiled, delighted to be surrounded by so much love.
Miv’s rumble sounded over her head. “Your turn, my Imdiko.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting.”
“I have something special in mind. Please, enjoy our Matara.”
Vadef sounded suspicious, but he managed a gracious, “Thank you, Miv.”
He helped Simdow lift Katherine from the Dramok’s lap. Vadef carried her over to the center of the sitting room and knelt with her on the floor. She straddled his folded legs as she had with Simdow.
“Hello, my Imdiko,” Katherine breathed, looking at her young and beautiful clanmate.
He smiled at her, adoration filling his face with warmth. “Hello, my Matara. I am so glad we have something to celebrate for a change.”
“So am I.”
They kissed, taking their time to taste one another, tongues dancing languorously together. Katherine felt the hard warm body against hers and noted how her frame, while spare, molded to fit Vadef’s. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, rubbing her sex against his. Their combined wetness made her movements easy. He moaned in her mouth, the iron of him pressing tight against her mound and belly as if seeking a way in.
Vadef’s lips left hers, and with foreheads touching, he stared into her eyes. “Sometimes I think I am asleep and dreaming, because you are too perfect,” he whispered.
“I’m not perfect,” Katherine said, her heart swelling at his words. “Not by any means.”
“You’re perfect for me,” he said. “I love you so much that the word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to approach it.”
What could she say to such a heartfelt and wondrous statement? Katherine had no response so
she kissed him instead, pouring all her adoration into it.
Vadef shifted her body as they embraced, moving her so that his rigid sexes found her wet, open, and ready. He filled her, fitting perfectly as if made for her, only her. Katherine moaned as her belly flickered with renewed warmth.
Vadef leaned back, letting go of her to prop his hands on the floor behind him. “Love me,” he entreated.
Katherine braced her hands against his shoulders and planted her feet on either side of his. Moving with slow sinuous grace, she rode the Kalquorian, rising and falling to almost release him and then reclaiming his cocks with her body.
She watched the Imdiko’s eyes close, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he allowed her to take him. Her hair fell all around them, the golden ringlets cascading to form a curtain. Katherine dropped soft kisses on Vadef’s enraptured face.
She moved with care, noting every minute sensation of the hard, moist cocks traveling through her sleeves. Even going slow, the Imdiko filled her tight enough that the friction against her hot spot made her gut grow heavy with need. The soft bumping of cock tip against her cervix provided toe-curling bolts of excitement. The deeper thrill of him filling her rear passage made her tremble.
Vadef began moving his hips a little, rocking upwards to meet her when she descended to take him in fully. Katherine groaned at the more intense sensations. Then, when he started circular motions as well, her head fell back in ecstasy. It was then that she noticed Miv standing next to them, a flogger in each hand.
Both Katherine and Vadef froze, looking up at the Nobek with wide eyes. He smiled darkly at the pair before addressing Katherine.
“You are not the only one who appreciates pain with your pleasure, my Matara. I thought you and Vadef would enjoy a little extra excitement added to your encounter.”
Katherine heard Vadef swallow. Buried in her womanhood and rear, his cocks jolted. His breathing grew faster.
She looked at the Imdiko. “You didn’t tell me.”
He licked his lips. “At first you insisted you did it to expunge your sins. You seemed ashamed that you derived pleasure from pain, so I was reluctant to share my own experiences. I didn’t want to give you any reason to reject me.”
Katherine smoothed a tendril of black hair from his worried face. “I don’t reject you, Vadef, not for anything and certainly not for that.”
He smiled in relief.
Miv shook a flogger at them. The tails made a dry, whispery sound that excited Katherine. “Up on your knees, Vadef. Support her weight with your hands on her ass. Katherine, keep your hands low too.”
They obeyed, with Katherine wrapping her legs around Vadef’s waist once more. Now the Imdiko was in control of their movements, holding her up with his arms while thrusting his hips to make love to her.
Miv pulled her long hair aside, draping it over her shoulder. He stood over them, his cocks waving in the air as he flicked one flogger towards Vadef.
A whisper of sound, a tiny spatter of leather against flesh. Vadef’s breath caught and he tensed all over, but his rhythm as he drove into Katherine never wavered.
Another whicker of noise, and flashes of light pain sparked across Katherine’s upper back. She moaned and jerked against Vadef.
Miv’s arms moved almost lazily as he flicked the leather against their vulnerable flesh in turn, seemingly expending no real effort. However, the stings constant biting into her skin made Katherine writhe and whimper against Vadef, the sweet agony growing with the passing seconds. Her back felt like it was on fire. Meanwhile, the gasping Imdiko continued to drive against her, his thrusts getting harder and harder as if spurred by the flogging he also received.
Pain and ecstasy reached towards each other, streaming together to merge into one mind-stealing sensation. Katherine felt the telltale uncoupling of her thoughts, that wondrous floating away where past disappointments and fears for the future disappeared. Now was the only time, here was the only place left in the universe. Nothing existed but the scorching of her flesh, inside and out.
Vadef’s voice sounded euphoric even through his ragged gasps. “My Matara … your hand … on our Nobek … he needs you.”
The Imdiko’s words broke through the drugged elation holding Katherine’s mind. She blinked slowly, her glazed eyes sighting on the dark brown sexes jutting a couple inches from her face. Plump and rigid, Miv’s upper cock wept a pearlescent tear as she stared at it.
As if in a dream, Katherine’s hand raised up to grip the Nobek’s primary shaft. It pulsed warmly against the palm of her hand, betraying Miv’s rapid heartbeat. She was amazed anew by the feeling of moist, silky skin over unbreakable iron.
Katherine’s hand slid to the base of the eager flesh. Tension thrummed through Miv’s body, but he did not miss a beat as he continued to treat her and Vadef to his perfect punishment skills. The flogging had completely transmuted now; all Katherine felt was heat and growing ecstasy to complement the peace filling her head.
She stroked Miv in time with Vadef’s thrusts. In a dreamlike haze, she saw the Imdiko take hold of their clanmate’s secondary cock and stroke as well. Miv shouted, but he still never lost his rhythm with the floggers.
Rising. Falling. Stroking. Euphoric pleasure flooding her body. Bright elation in the core of her growing hotter every second. Katherine leaned over to enclose the tip of Miv’s penis in her mouth, sucking on the juices she found there. Her center glowed brighter still, expanding until light bloomed white hot, filling her body with tumultuous energy.
Through the fog of climax, she noted the strikes on her back faltered and stopped. Cries rose around her. A sweet and savory flood filled her mouth. The stave planted deep in her womanhood throbbed as it streamed wet and warm within her. Katherine was aware that her body seemed like a marionette jerked on its strings by a cruel puppet master, yet her mind floated in bliss. The heated tide of orgasm only drove her further into nirvana.
She wasn’t sure how long she dwelled in the quiet headspace that lasted well after the lovemaking had ended. Reality encroached inch by inch as the men gently washed her lax body and treated her welts with medicinal cream and a pain inhibitor. Katherine was still quiet and relaxed when they at last sat down to eat. Simdow had taken her over and kept her on his lap as they fed her along with themselves.
A bit at a time Katherine regained her usual senses, emerging from that happy floating realm. She didn’t mind returning at all, not with Simdow, Vadef, and Miv waiting there for her. Not when she came back to the knowledge that her girls would remain with her for as long as was needed, where she could love and take care of them.
Leaving her head was a pleasant escape, but the real world wasn’t such a bad place either.
Chapter 20
The Galactic Council of Planets gratefully accepted Simdow’s proposal for a temporary orphans’ colony on Europa. With the situation in the initial stages of emergency help, it was obvious that the rescue effort was still in a state of flux. For the moment though, it seemed Katherine’s children were safe and secure.
Even more gratifying was that ten of the elder nuns had elected to stay on to help. They also had a starting contingent of almost fifty Kalquorian support personnel, most of whom had volunteered for the assignment. For only a little more than 40 girls, it at first seemed overkill to have so many Kalquorians assigned to Europa. However, more children were soon to come. Simdow was sure he’d be asking for even more help within a few weeks.
Their first day back on Europa was all about moving in. Mother Superior’s former office offered the best space for those in charge to work, and that was where Katherine, Simdow, Vadef, and their Head of Security Nobek Besral decided to set up a temporary headquarters. Miv was on hand to assist Besral. As supplies poured in they would eventually have their own offices, but for now they were forced to share the convent’s few resources.
Delighted to be back in a familiar setting, the girls ran all over the convent. Sometimes they raced into the o
ffice, squealing and laughing as they checked on their guardians’ progress. They were often in the way, but no one minded the frequent interruptions. Nuns popped in from time to time with questions and to shoo the exuberant youngsters out.
“You can’t blame them for being a little crazy,” Vadef opined as three girls slunk out under Sister Ophelia’s firm but patient gaze. “They were in that tiny room on board the transport for several days.”
Nobek Besral scowled. The elder Kalquorian was a big rock of a man, nearing the age that he’d planned to retire. He kept his graying hair tied back in a neat queue. He’d come on board to help the orphan’s colony after his ship had taken over the captured Earther crew of the transport and the elder nuns who had elected to leave.
Katherine had at first been hard pressed to figure out his motives for volunteering to head up Europa’s security. That changed when she saw how his face, lined from years of frowns, eased when Sister Cheryl was around. The unclanned Nobek had apparently found something to calm his heart after over 150 years of a battle-torn life.
His current temper had nothing to do with the excited aspirants that kept racing into the room and disrupting his work. As fierce and unused to children as Besral was, he’d exhibited only patience with the girls. Instead, his current bad mood was fueled by the horrendous lack of technology on the colony. His fingers thudded hard against a keyboard as he gave vent to his frustrations with the archaic computer Mother Superior had used.
Besral’s gruff voice was as polite as he could manage as he said, “No offense to your people, Matara Katherine, but the technology leaves much to be desired.”
She nodded sympathetically. “We had to work with hand-me-downs, donations, and whatever we could scrounge. This colony was low in priority.”
Vadef folded his arms over his chest. He seemed to have given up trying to make a com with a cracked casing work. “That makes little sense. One would think matters of the spirit should be the highest of concerns to a religion-based government. A convent should have therefore merited the best equipment.”
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