That meant passing through the dining room. It was still a couple of hours before dinnertime, but the tables were filled with children doing homework or enjoying activities like playing board games or putting together puzzles. The youngsters called out to Katherine and her clan. They were stopped frequently to praise a new piece of artwork, settle a disagreement, or help on a school-related problem. Katherine was delighted to note the men were every bit as much in demand by the children as she was. Simdow, Miv, and Vadef sorted through requests and greetings with unending patience, refusing to rush the kids through any matter.
After Simdow had finished coaching a fourteen-year-old boy named Zack through a particularly complicated algebraic equation, the four finally retired to their sleeping room. The spacious office had allowed for a large sleeping mat, a sizeable table that served as a desk with four chairs surrounding it, and some shelves on which they stuffed their few personal belongings. The clan had been used to little space on their spyship, and Katherine had kept even fewer items. However, her wardrobe was slowly growing due to her enlarging girth. Fortunately, the ships that brought the foundlings to Europa also brought garments salvaged from the dying planet to clothe the former nuns and children alike.
Everyone sat around the table, unconsciously sighing as they did so. All four put in long hours at the colony, striving to make sure the orphans were properly cared for. In their private room they could hear the clanging of dishes and cooking utensils in the kitchen as dinner was prepared, and the chatter and laughter of those in the dining room was a constant background hum. Yet they relaxed in the relative quiet of their quarters, enjoying the stolen moments of respite they managed.
Katherine stretched in her chair, wiggling her toes as her aching feet wallowed in not supporting her growing weight. If her clan knew how much time she spent chasing the smallest children around, they’d really be upset. Yet there was so much to do, and she was not one to sit idly by while others cared for the youngsters in her care.
The important work of what they did and would be doing remained at the forefront of her mind. “What are the latest numbers, Vadef?”
He yawned tiredly. “Almost a thousand minors are now estimated to leave Earth in two weeks. They’ll go straight to the new colony being prepared for them.”
Simdow whistled. “The rescuers are finding them faster these days. How many are already en route to Genesis Colony?”
“Close to 3,500.”
Thousands of babies, toddlers, youngsters, and teenagers were relying on them, and who knew how many more to come? Katherine’s mind boggled at the size of the undertaking before her. “They will have the facility ready in time, right?”
Miv leaned over to stroke her hair, comforting her as best he could. “The Galactic Council has the absolute best from all member planets putting together the orphans’ colony. The facility and staff will be ready when the younglings arrive.”
Vadef nodded. The confidence in his demeanor settled Katherine’s nerves a little. “Teachers, counselors, a full-sized hospital and all the medics to run it … they’ll have the works operational. The children who get there ahead of us will be missing only one vital component.”
Katherine cocked her head at him. “What’s that?”
“You.”
The Imdiko smiled at her, and she smiled back. The orphanage colony was a huge undertaking for the Galactic Council. The planet that would support the facility was within their space, with the bulk of its financing coming from Kalquor. However, many of the member planets had thrown in their support for the youngest victims of the war, dedicating not just money but also resources and personnel for years to come. Earth’s children would have a home and people committed to them until they were restored to their families or they were grown and able to support themselves.
Whenever the task ahead threatened to overwhelm her, Katherine reminded herself that the new orphanage wasn’t her sole responsibility. She and Simdow would be part of the Council’s board that would determine how to help the youngest survivors of Armageddon live full productive lives.
Katherine thought of all the broken hearts that needed healing. To her, that was the most important aspect of the work ahead. The children needed to know that even if parents didn’t return, they were still loved. It seemed only right to make that every bit as important as food, shelter, and education.
She didn’t know Simdow had drawn near until his mouth took hers in a passionate kiss. All at once Katherine’s breath was gone, along with the concerns that dogged her from morning until night. For a few precious seconds there was nothing but the delicious flavor of strong, feral male, blazing a white-hot path from her mouth to her sex.
When the kiss ended, Katherine stared into the beautiful purple eyes gazing down at her. Her insides churning with searing want, she gasped, “Oh my goodness.”
A slow smile spread over Simdow’s handsome face. “Have I distracted you from more worrisome thoughts?”
She nodded. “Consider me very distracted.”
“Good. Let’s keep it going.”
He stood and scooped her into his arms. Followed by Miv and Vadef, he carried her to their bed and sat her down in the center. They all climbed up on the bed, surrounding her.
Before the activities could get started, Katherine asked, “Is the door locked?”
“Most certainly,” Miv assured her.
It had only taken one episode of Marci running into their room without knocking to keep them from forgetting again. They all still cringed at the memory of the child’s wide-eyed stare along with the astonished cry of, “You can’t sleep without pajamas on, especially if you’re lying on top of Sister Katherine!”
She’d kept on going with the questions as the three men had rushed to hide from her in the attached lavatory and Katherine ushered her out of the room. “Why are you going to bed so early? Isn’t Brother Miv too heavy for him to sleep on you like that? When will my chest get big like yours?”
It had been enough to keep anyone from feeling amorous the rest of that night.
The kissing and petting her clanmates treated her to helped Katherine forget that embarrassing episode in quick order. The cinnamon-like smell that betrayed the men’s arousal added to the other delicious scents coming from the kitchen. However, a little of Katherine’s lustful leanings cooled as her blouse and skirt were tugged from her body.
She begged them, “Turn the lights down a little, okay? I hate for you to see me getting so fat.”
Miv gave her bottom a couple of smart spanks, heating the flesh there nicely. In a stern tone he told her, “Don’t be ridiculous. Our child is growing big, and that is a beautiful thing.”
Katherine wrapped her arms around the curve of her belly. “The stretch marks aren’t beautiful though. Don’t look at me!”
Miv wasn’t having it, grabbing her wrists and holding them prisoner behind her back. “Marks of honor should be proudly displayed and appreciated. Your body is a testament to its greatness. You are a lifebringer, and any evidence of that is to be revered.”
He bent low, kissing the few red lines on her burgeoning waist that had made their appearance in the last couple of weeks. Meanwhile, the other two men also seemed intent on enjoying her growing belly and enlarging breasts.
“You’re like a ripening berry,” Vadef sighed. “I love you looking like this.”
“Gorgeous,” Simdow agreed. “The bigger you get, the more beautiful you are.”
Katherine giggled. She didn’t believe them for a moment, but they still obviously wanted her. The evidence of that swelled in the crotches of their uniforms.
Lovemaking had changed tremendously as her pregnancy moved along. Flogging was no longer allowed. The closest thing Katherine could enjoy in that realm was light spanks such as the ones Miv had given her for denigrating her appearance.
They were extremely careful about positions as well. With her ligaments stretching in preparation for childbirth along with general soreness as
her body changed, some of the more acrobatic sex they’d tried out early in their clanship had fallen by the wayside. Katherine appreciated she needed to be sensible about what her pregnancy would permit, but she often thought the men had become too cautious.
Fortunately, Katherine’s hormones seemed to have made her more easily aroused and extra sensitive. Even the lightest touches from her lovers felt enormously profound.
As if to illustrate that point, Vadef brushed her clitoris with a fleeting stroke. Every hair on Katherine’s body stood straight up as an electrical jolt zapped through her belly. Her hips tried to jerk in response, but Simdow’s arm was wrapped securely just below the bottom curve of her abdomen, keeping her still. They guarded even against involuntary movements that might cause injury, however unlikely.
Simdow’s other arm had crossed over her chest, holding her still as Vadef slowly stroked the lips of Katherine’s sex and Miv mouthed her breasts. The Dramok kept her arms pinned at her sides as the other two teased her most sensitive flesh. Unable to move, Katherine cried out as soft touches brought intense eruptions of sizzling excitement.
Miv’s warm, coaxing lips left her breast. “I’d better get the gag before we have the kitchen staff beating down our door,” he chuckled.
Vadef paused in his teasing of her dripping sex as the Nobek searched under the mat where they kept their intimate toys hidden, just in case one of the curious children went nosing around their room. Miv quickly retrieved the black rubber bit and placed it in Katherine’s mouth. He attached its straps around her head and checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
“All right?” he asked.
Katherine nodded. Now she could bite down when the pleasure became too intense for her to handle without crying out. The bit still allowed her to warn the men if something went wrong. As carefully as they handled her these days, Katherine couldn’t imagine any injury occurring. Still, it was best to be cautious. She carried precious cargo.
With the gag in place, Miv and Vadef went back to playing with her. The Nobek’s raspy tongue swirled around a nipple, making the stiffened peak swell and deepen in color. Katherine chewed on the bit as bald lust twisted its way from her breast to the pit of her stomach.
Vadef’s gentle fingers returned to her already engorged pussy lips, stroking and fondling, making her clench involuntarily. She moaned around the gag as wetness gushed from her. It took so little to make tiny spasms appear, little mini-eruptions of excitement that would only grow stronger with every passing moment.
Imprisoned in Simdow’s strong grip, Katherine could only suffer the delicious torment while her Dramok whispered evil things in her ear. His rumbling breath only heightened the things the other two did to her.
“Lovely little Katherine, helpless in my arms. I feel you shaking all over, my love. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Is that why you just tried to jerk your arms free, so you can push Miv’s mouth off your breast? Or perhaps you want to escape Vadef’s fingers rubbing your pussy? You can’t, though. You have to remain right here, made to take the pleasure we force on you.”
Katherine sobbed around the gag. Vadef’s fingers slid inside her, his fingers searching for the interior spot that felt best. He reached for it unerringly, and a thunderclap of searing heat exploded in her loins. Katherine went rigid and uttered a high, thin scream that the gag muffled for the most part.
As she jerked from the violent sensation lighting her from within, Simdow continued to tease. “Ah, that’s it. We’re just beginning, my Matara. Just beginning.”
Miv leaned back and plucked at her reddened nipples. She wept as another thunderclap seized her when heat rolled from his calloused touch to her sex. Though he smiled, his eyes were dark as he watched Katherine suffer from exquisite pleasure.
“Those hormones have made your body the perfect torture device,” he said. “I’ve never seen such sensitivity to sensuality.”
“It makes it almost agonizing for her, doesn’t it?” Vadef agreed. His fingertips inside Katherine curled, digging against that spot yet again to make her squall.
“And there’s nothing she can do to stop us,” Simdow gloated, holding her writhing body easily. “You will feel such delights as to make sanity crumble, my little lifebringer.”
Katherine thought she might already be mad from the pounding bliss they incited. They delighted in her extra sensitivity, in making her helpless for their attentions. The part of her that had driven her to scourge herself until she bled had found great satisfaction in the sadistic use of pleasure.
“Ready for your first?” Vadef asked.
It was no request, only a warning of what was about to happen. The men would force Katherine’s pleasure to peak many times, taking advantage of her body’s increased libido.
Miv again bent to her breasts, licking and gently sucking. Simdow’s hold tightened, and Vadef moved his fingers in and out, quickly but deliberately, finding that nest of nerves and stroking without mercy. The fingers of his other hand captured and stroked her engorged clitoris, once, twice…
Katherine’s consciousness disintegrated in a vicious wallop of white-hot crescendo. All thought seared clean from her skull as agonized delight swept through her body. It rose and rose, not culminating and releasing as she’d come to think of orgasm. Instead, it grew more powerful until it approached pain. For an eternity she hung in that spot, a point of exquisite and yet hellish ecstasy, like a high note held forever by an operatic soprano.
When the end at last came, it was as if being dashed to the bottom of a cliff. There were no continuing swells afterward, a constant rising and falling of pleasure that tapered off gradually. The climax was simply, abruptly done and over with, leaving Katherine limp in Simdow’s arms, her body shivering in the aftermath.
“Beautiful,” someone breathed. She couldn’t identify the speaker.
They kissed her gently, soothing her with soft voices until she at last regained some semblance of awareness. When at last Katherine blinked at the faces surrounding her, recognizing her clanmates once more, they greeted her return with smiles.
“She’s ready for more,” Simdow announced.
Katherine made weak, protesting sounds. However, she didn’t give them the signal that she didn’t want to continue. She was theirs, and they loved to command her body. As long as no danger existed, she would concede to their wants.
This time Vadef bent to her breasts as Miv laid down, sliding his head between her kneeling legs. Katherine chewed frantically on the bit before their tongues made the first contact. Even the mere anticipation made her insides churn.
Vadef suckled on the very tip of her swollen nipple, his tongue lapping gently as he held the nub in his mouth, as if to coax it to grow even more. Katherine writhed in Simdow’s grip, alternating between trying to escape the bright slivers of excitement and demanding more.
That delight was lost in the shattering bliss of Miv seizing her sex in a hungry kiss, his tongue reaching inside her to taste deeply. He devoured her much as he might her mouth, an embrace that stole her breath so she couldn’t cry out. Swelling excitement threatened to burst her wide open.
She was dimly aware that Vadef had taken his mouth off her breast. He covered both orbs with his hands, massaging them into tingling rapture. He and Simdow watched her face as Miv went from kissing to fucking her with his tongue, the appendage shoving in and out with demanding strength.
Katherine shook her head, the headlong rush into elation too much to take. Vadef captured her face between his hands. His face both loving and cruel with demand, he said, “You will take it. You have no choice but to take it.”
She moaned a wordless plea as ecstasy bit at her insides with razor sharp teeth. Miv’s working tongue fed the rapacious need in her belly, but it wasn’t quite enough to send her over. She didn’t know which was worse; the unrelieved urgency that only grew in fervor, or knowing how vehement its release would be.
Simdow’s rough growl shuddered through her bone
s. “You will come for us, Katherine. You cannot resist it.”
She sobbed around the gag as Miv continued to thrust his tongue inside her. His palm pressed against her mound, and he rubbed slow circles over it. It moved just out of the reach of her distended clit, teasing her with closeness. She tried to shake her head again, but Vadef smilingly held her still. She was trapped, unable to break free and unable to climax. She wailed in desperation.
Katherine’s whole body broke out in a sweat as the torment went on. Her insides seemed to bubble, threatening to boil over without quite achieving that end. Miv’s hot, hard hand kept moving against the triangle of soft pubic curls, putting pressure against her already ballooning groin. She battled to tip her sex up just the smallest bit, just enough for the slightest whisper of contact between clit and hand. Simdow kept her secure however, kept her imprisoned in the growing maelstrom of mind-stealing need.
Miv’s tongue exited her pussy and didn’t return. For a few moments, Katherine felt his hot breath on her sensitized flesh. It felt as if the very petals of her desperate sex reached for his mouth, the mouth she could feel so close but refused to make further contact.
The Nobek shifted, starting to slide out from between her legs. Katherine sobbed to feel him going, her body aching and burning for release. She was caught by surprise when his mouth seized her clit and his tongue raked over it.
Her world turned inside out before she realized what had happened. Her ears roared with the sudden explosion of feeling. Once more she rode high and forever on that monstrous peak that refused to ebb. It seemed an eternity before she plummeted from the stratospheric heights.
Katherine emerged from obliteration with choked moans, her body feeling as substantial as jelly. She didn’t even have the strength to tremble.
The men shifted her limp body with exceeding care, leaning her forward on her knees to rest against Miv and Vadef’s bodies as they knelt before her. They were the ones who held her securely this time, keeping her supported as Simdow’s cock pressed from behind against her sex.
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