He moved so very slowly, his entrance prolonged as he crept inside in tiny increments. Katherine was grateful for the painstaking invasion as her channel was swollen from the two powerful orgasms. Simdow nudged the smallest bit forward, parting her clinging flesh as if she was a virgin that required the most delicate of handling. Then he waited for a moment before easing further in.
Already Katherine’s too-ready body clutched at her Dramok’s length, drawing on it as it tried to coax him inside her faster. The careful taking couldn’t calm the raw energy of her libido that urged her on even as she wanted to stop. Knowing Vadef and Miv would not allow her to move back onto the thick, hard shaft making its slow journey into her, she clutched their shoulders, willing some of the tension to bleed away through her grip.
As Simdow continued the excruciating slow taking, his smaller cock rubbed the front of Katherine’s sheath, moving along her clitoris. She bit down hard on the gag as effervescent darts drove deep into that flesh. Her lover moved much too slowly for her to find climax; instead she was driven right up to the edge and held there. Tickling brightness glowed in that bit of flesh, but it consumed all her attention. She needed to come. She couldn’t come. They held her between them, keeping her still and suffering.
The Dramok continued to fill her in tiny increments, his secondary penis slipping oh so tenderly against that one point of fire. Katherine begged him to take her hard and fast, her lips moving against the hard rubber of the gag against her teeth. The pleas sounded incomprehensible even to her, but she knew there was no mistaking the agonized tenor of her voice.
“Yes, my Matara?” Simdow’s tone was deceptively gentle. “Are you in great need, my love?”
Katherine wailed, but the bit in her mouth muffled the pathetic cry. He knew what he did to her. He enjoyed every moment of her torment. They all did.
“I dare not go faster or harder, my little lifebringer” he chastised. “You are phenomenally tight right now and must be handled with great delicacy. Hush and be still. Show me what a good girl you are.”
Katherine squalled. She hurt, she actually hurt because she needed to climax so bad. It was a mistake. Simdow halted entirely and gave her rear a few quick smacks until the mounds burned. It did nothing to quiet her cravings. Instead, she felt her lust more keenly than before as he demonstrated his mastery.
“You will obey your Dramok. No more disrespect or I’ll get the ice.”
At those words, Katherine managed to still and tone her protests down to small whimpers. She rarely needed real discipline from her clan since she was delighted to surrender to their needs in bed. Before she’d gotten pregnant, there had only been a couple of episodes in which she’d earned serious spankings for misbehaving. Though those punishments had hurt no worse than the discipline they indulged her with for fun, the disappointment she’d gotten from her clan had made it awful to endure. Vadef got in trouble with Simdow and Miv far more often than she did. Katherine had the idea he enjoyed that kind of attention.
After learning she was expecting, she’d gotten into trouble once with the men. They’d caught her lifting a tantrum-throwing forty-pound boy. She’d not been harmed by the flailing child, but she’d found herself in serious dutch with her clanmates anyway. Having been warned not to exert herself too hard, Simdow had come up with a novel punishment.
With he and Vadef restraining Katherine, Miv had inserted ice chips in Katherine’s sex, a few at a time. When her body had melted the first three or four slivers, he rubbed to warm her once more. Then more ice chips were slid in, the blistering cold of them not harmful due to how quickly they melted, but painful just the same. This went on for twenty minutes. Katherine had vowed to never do anything to earn that kind of punishment again.
With that memory in her head, Katherine made herself as still and quiet as the agony of Simdow’s slow penetration allowed. Her heightened senses still drove her to shudder every few seconds, and each breath ended in a whimper.
When Simdow’s groin at last pressed against her backside, her mind had frayed into vaporous mists. Arousal throbbed in pulses. The clan leader’s chest, warm against her shoulders, heaved with his gasps.
Miv chuckled. “You look close to being done before you’ve begun, my Dramok.”
There was definite strain in Simdow’s voice. “Her pussy has not stopped convulsing for one second. She is driving me mad with need.”
Vadef also sounded amused. “I wonder who is more aroused right now.”
Me, Katherine thought. Her sex indeed spasmed continuously, trying to realize full climax on its own.
Simdow’s lips pressed against the back of her head. “You are so wondrous in every way, my Matara. I am not worthy of you, but I try.”
She turned her head to stare at him. Not worthy of her? Simdow alone was more than she could have hoped for in a husband. That she also had Miv and Vadef was an embarrassment of riches, one she never stopped thanking God for. The men not only cared for her, but they took their responsibilities to the children with great seriousness. They were angels.
Katherine’s eyes filled with tears. Simdow kissed her cheek. “None of that, my love. Do not cry, please. I can’t take it.”
To stop her, he set about making love to her once more. Katherine gasped as the hard friction quieted her excessive emotions, bringing back extraordinary arousal to take its place. Simdow slid almost completely out. Then he re-entered her, not moving so slowly this time but not taking her quickly either. His thrusts were steady and smooth, no longer working with exaggerated care but making sure he didn’t treat her roughly either.
Simdow loved her. It was in the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the way he spoke her name as his body joined with hers. That love, as much as the act itself, sent her arousal surging higher than ever.
Katherine clawed at the strong shoulders of Miv and Vadef, unable to help herself as lust clawed at her just as brutally. She could feel its talons ripping through her, drawing not blood but unremitting desire that spilled warmth from her core over Simdow’s pumping sex. His cries rose with hers as they chased the hunger that devoured even as it was sated.
Simdow’s hands cupped the lower curve of her belly. His fingers slid down, arrowing for her pussy, parting the swirl of soft curls over her mound, down lower until the tips brushed over her reaching clit, touching her at last.
Lightning flashed in Katherine’s core, sending blinding light into her skull. Once more she was transported into the heavens where rapture blasted away her body, leaving only the essence of her soul. She hung there in a paradise too great to stay, though she tried.
Then she returned to her clan, which was a nirvana in its own right. Simdow leaned over her sweating back, using Vadef and Miv to support him as he gasped and shuddered, overcome by bliss.
The other two men stroked their shaking bodies, soothing them, coaxing them back to join them in the real world. Katherine knew the Imdiko and Nobek had needs to be sated too, but no one rushed her and Simdow to part. Caregiver and protector were, as always, content to see to it that lifebringer and leader had found their way back to them.
The gag was removed from Katherine’s mouth. Vadef went to the bath facility to get her some water as Miv cuddled her in his arms. She smiled at the men who took care of her in every way. Heart, body, and soul, she was forever safe.
A few minutes later, Miv carried her into the bath where the huge shower awaited. Vadef set the temperature as the Nobek stripped his uniform off.
“It will go too quickly in there,” Katherine protested.
They had a strict rule about how long she could spend in the heat of the shower during her pregnancy. Again, she thought them overprotective, but when it came to the smallest detail over her well-being, the men were unmovable.
Miv grinned as he took her hands and pulled her into the stall with him. “After seeing you climax so hard, I have nothing but quick left in me.”
Katherine laughed and moved her wet body against his.
* * * *
Miv could never understand how Katherine didn’t see how much pregnancy had enhanced her beauty. She persisted in calling herself fat. She denigrated the marks that had appeared on her body as ugly. She did not seem to comprehend the astounding way she accommodated their child.
How could she not be amazed as he was over the miracle of having a living being growing inside her, one they had created together? He thought deep down she did, but the self-consciousness of watching her body change so radically masked the wonder of what truly was.
He was determined that Katherine would realize how perfect she was … swollen ankles, burgeoning belly, stretch marks, and all. She was Miv’s Matara, and he worshipped her as much as she worshipped her God. She was divine creator and the embodiment of love in his world.
Under the gently falling water of the shower, the Nobek slid his wet hands over her breasts, growing fuller all the time as they prepared to nourish his clan’s child. He marveled. Even after giving birth, Katherine would continue to provide life to their baby.
How could she not see the miracle she was?
As he bent to suckle gently at the rosy tips of those full mounds, Miv felt more than ever the need to be strong and fearless, to be the protector of those he loved. Compared to his Katherine he lacked greatly, but he resolved to be as great a man as he could, a man worthy of the honor of her.
His hands rubbed over her belly, delighting in how round she had become. Here was his child, the child he and his clan had created with Katherine. His protective instincts rose greater still. To the children of the colony, he was an elder brother sworn to take care of them. To this babe, he would be a father.
To think I might have missed this for titles and accolades. What is the joy of being a fighter for glory when I can be a fighter for these people: my Dramok, my Imdiko, my Matara, and my children?
Miv rose to his full height and looked down on Katherine. Her sky blue eyes, glazed once more from his attentions, looked up at him. All he could ever want was in those eyes; desire, love, and trust.
The need to be joined to this woman the universe had seen fit to gift him with rose fiercely. Miv picked her up and braced her against the wall of the shower stall, her legs slung in the crooks of his arms. Katherine’s fingers laced behind his neck, helping her to cling.
“Place me,” he growled to Vadef, who hovered nearby to attend any needs his clanmates might encounter.
Vadef reached into the shower and angled Miv’s primary cock to penetrate Katherine’s warm, welcoming pussy. He carefully moved the secondary cock so that it would not pierce her anus. They were committed to every small detail that had even the slightest opportunity to threaten the mother-to-be and their child. She fussed at them often that they were being too careful. However, Miv was perfectly happy for her to be grouchy with them. As long as she knew he loved her, he was willing to deal with her small fits of temper.
Katherine made no protests at this time. The pregnancy hormones had made her exquisitely sensitive once she was aroused, and just the tip of his cock nudging into her sleeve made her moan and wriggle uncontrollably in his arms. Her legs tightened about his waist as she tried to pull him in.
Miv huffed a breathless laugh. Had this demanding creature once been terrified of sex? She had no such qualms now. Sometimes he thought Katherine’s needs were every bit as fierce as his own. She was no longer shy about her demands, that was for certain. The three men were kept busy when work and the children’s needs didn’t intrude.
It was a tough job, but Miv reasoned someone had to do it.
“What are you snickering about?” Katherine panted, doing her best to take him inside faster than he thought she should.
“How you are wearing us out, my Matara,” he grinned. “I’ve known Nobek younglings who didn’t want sex as much as you.”
She punched his chest. “You try being pregnant. I swear, I feel like I’m on fire half the time!”
“Only half the time?”
That earned him another punch in the chest. He snorted and slid inside her a little faster, still being careful.
Katherine’s moan filled the stall, delighting Miv’s ears. Everything about her made him glad he was a man, built to enjoy such a woman. Her voice making those excited sounds, the look of bliss on her face, the feeling of her tight and yet soft around the urgent iron of his erection. The sensation right now of her wet, smooth skin against his. His Matara was a decadent feast of the senses.
Miv would not move all the way inside her. He was a big man in every way, and he refused to take chances with his beloved and their child. His adoration made it easy for the Nobek to deny himself full penetration. There would be time enough for that after the baby was born and Katherine healed.
He captured her pretty, pouting lips with his. Gently thrusting, his strong body moved against her. Katherine’s tongue invaded his mouth, seeking hungrily. He tasted her sweetness, the kiss adding to the tight knot forming between his cocks.
For a long time … but not nearly long enough … his world was consumed in Katherine. He moved inside her, feeling her clutching him with arms, legs, and pussy. The knot between his cocks grew bigger and tighter, a raw ball of heat urging him on, begging him to go harder and faster. Miv would not, however. He made his body accept that it must move with steady rhythm, slowly chasing its culmination. The Nobek directed his animal nature to savor these moments when he could engulf himself in the perfect union with his beloved.
Passion could be quieted, but in the end it would not be denied. Especially not when Katherine’s sweet channel flexed in warning that she was coming to her gratification as well. Miv’s groans joined hers to feel the tight sheath clutching at his flesh, drawing on him, coaxing his surrender. The knot in his groin loosened, allowing a molten stream to spill into his secondary cock.
“My Matara,” he grunted. His entire body shuddered.
Katherine cried out, her body jerking hard in his grip. Her climax was upon her, and Miv gasped to see her beautiful face lost in the pleasure she had found with him. Her mouth opened wide to let her fulfilled cries echo in the stall. Her pussy seized hold of him, milking to make him fill her with his release.
A burning flood of rapture roared from his secondary cock, roiling into the primary. Miv howled as the searing stream poured out into his mate, joining them in the most profound manner he knew. His cock jerked in its delightful cage, pulsing until his legs wobbled beneath him.
When his and Katherine’s cries ended, Simdow and Vadef were there to separate their trembling bodies and wash and dry them. Then Vadef lifted their smiling Matara in his arms and carried her back into the sleeping room.
* * * *
Vadef settled Katherine on the bed and looked down at her. He had to laugh at her expression: she looked drowsily contented after being satisfied by their clanmates so thoroughly. Miv and Simdow had done well by her, and he hated to ask her for more despite his aching cocks.
“Perhaps I should take care of myself and let you rest,” he said. “You look ready for a nap before dinner.”
Katherine’s peaceful expression fled in an instant. She reached out and grasped his primary dick, bringing the Imdiko up on his toes with a gasp. The heat and strength of her grip had his insides boiling in an instant.
“Come here,” she whispered, pulling him towards her face. “No one in my clan goes without.”
Vadef groaned. “Only if I get to return the favor.”
Katherine’s legs parted, giving him a nice look at the lovely pinks of her womanhood. “Please do.”
The Imdiko lay down on his side next to her, helping arrange her so that she faced his groin. He inhaled the lovely scent of the pussy in front of his face. Something in his gut kicked, making his primary cock weep. He groaned again.
Vadef pillowed his face on Katherine’s soft inner thigh, pulling her other leg to rest against his ear. He contemplated the soft folds before his face, gleaming with moisture. Antici
pation of tasting the sweetness before him made his cocks heavy.
Before he could truly appreciate Katherine’s pussy the way it deserved, warmth encircled the tip of his smaller cock. Heat barreled from his groin all the way up to his skull. Vadef yelped as ticklish delight filled his members.
Katherine giggled. She still held his larger cock, and her hand stroked to the base of him. There her grip tightened, choking off the immediate urge to spill.
His groan felt as if it came all the way from his toes. “You’ve gotten entirely too good at this, my Matara.”
In response, she sheathed more of his smaller cock’s length in her mouth. Gentle, sucking warmth enfolded Vadef, making his toes curl.
Two could play at that game, he decided. The Imdiko treated Katherine to a slow, deliberate lick from clit to trembling opening. Her hips jerked, shoving her salty sweetness against his face, wetting him from nose to chin. Vadef was delighted with that.
They went at each other with vigor. Vadef lapped eagerly at his beloved’s sex, enjoying how she squirmed and cried out around his cock. He thought she tasted of ocean breezes, a sumptuous blend of tartness and salt. Her clit, already inflamed from the excitement she’d enjoyed with Miv and Simdow, was a blatant red bloom. Between hungry licks at her font, he teased the unhooded bit of flesh to make her squeal and thrash.
Meanwhile, Katherine went at him with a will. Her head bobbed back and forth on his secondary cock as she sucked hard on his flesh. Then there were darting little licks all over both organs, which made Vadef feel as if flickers of tiny flames danced. Then she gave him long, languorous lavings up and down the shafts. Silky open-mouthed kisses followed. Last of all, she swallowed his larger cock, taking him right up to where her hand maintained its tight grip on the base.
Vadef’s swollen cocks fought time and again to release into that wicked, wonderful mouth tormenting them. Surges of white-hot cum would pour from his smaller penis towards the larger, but the hand wrapped around him kept washing the boiling excitement back unrealized. A steady ache throbbed in the space between the two organs, building slowly towards outright pain. He wasn’t going to be able to continue like this much longer.
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