Alien Interludes

by Tracy St. John

  “Raser’s doing. He’d been causing it to glitch intermittently for the last few weeks so it wouldn’t raise undue alarms when he and Ajonel disabled it for their plot. This has been in the works for awhile.”

  “Who exactly were the other two?” Egilka wanted to know. He held one of Jessica’s hands.

  “The Royal Guardsman is newly assigned.” Bevau snarled. “He was a top recruit with a spotless record before today. We found out his clan was rejected by al five Earther Mataras they approached when they came up on the lottery. This may have been more a revenge act on his part than an actual protest of mixing the species. Whoever recruited him took advantage of his anger.”

  “The death wagon’s driver?”

  “A very young Dramok, so young that he’s ineligible to draw the death penalty. He’s spouting propaganda instead of answering questions, showing al the signs of fanaticism. The Imdikos would give names if they knew any. They never met their contacts face to face who put this in motion. The Nobek’s not talking, of course, but I have a feeling whoever is behind this isn’t known to him either.” Clajak shook with fury. “Secret operatives? You’re talking about a ful-on conspiracy, Bevau.”

  The Nobek nodded. “We’ve got trouble. Breft is discussing a taskforce with Global Security directors.” Jessica forced her mouth to speak. “One mentioned ‘the basma’. The boot?”

  Bevau nodded. “Ajonel has indicated there is an organized movement behind this attempt, with someone they cal The Boot at the head of it. I think we’ve got a rebelion in its infancy.” Egilka noted Jessica’s confusion. “The name is probably taken from a quote from a historical figure named Chigrit, also known as ‘The Big Boot’. He led the Nobek war against the Dramoks and Imdikos in our distant past.”

  Clajak’s expression was grim as he recited, “‘I wil grind my adversaries to dust beneath my boot.’ Chigrit would literaly stomp on his dead enemies on the field of battle to pulverize their bodies.” Jessica shuddered.

  Bevau’s anger lost its edge to concern. “If this thing picks up momentum, al Earther Mataras wil be in danger.” Clajak sighed. “We’l make the issue a priority at the next council session.” He smiled down at Jessica. “I’m just glad we found you in one piece.” That reminded her of another concern. “Morgue attendant?” she whispered.

  Bevau shook his head. “They kiled him. We found the body in another drawer.”

  “Gurlucks,” Clajak cursed, but he sounded more tired than angry now. He stretched out on the bed next to Jessica, molding himself against her.

  She sighed to feel his strength. She was safe, surrounded by her men.

  The mood shifted at the smal sound she made. Bevau leaned down to slide wet kisses up her leg. “You must stop getting carried away by other men, my love.”

  “I’l work on that,” she mouthed. His eyes were roled up to watch her face, and he grinned.

  Egilka chuckled and kissed her lips with slow thoroughness. Clajak opened the sheath she wore down the front, and his hot hand cupped a breast. His erections pressed hard against her thigh. They were taking advantage of her helplessness.

  No fair, she thought, but she’d always loved being at their questionable mercy. She grew wetter as Bevau worked his way up her leg, his destination obvious. She wondered if Flencik would approve of the activity.

  I approve. Most definitely.

  Egilka’s tongue was rough, raw silk in her mouth, tasting her as if he hadn’t done so milions of times already. Clajak’s equaly educated tongue delighted one breast, bringing the peak to taut attention while his hand traced the areola of the other. Bevau had reached the apex of her thighs, his breath wafting gently over her smooth mound as he spread her legs wide apart to open her.

  Fingers and tongue lightly traced her most sensitive flesh. Unable to move, Jessica could only experience the delight of her men sampling her al over. It was sweet, this complete helplessness that left her free to enjoy the attention without the need to reciprocate. After her ordeal, Jessica refused to feel guilty about her selfishness.

  Bevau pressed a finger into her womanhood, filing her gently while his tongue flicked over her clit sporadicaly. He knew too wel how to tease her until she ached for orgasm without sending her over.

  They al did. Jessica sighed into Egilka’s mouth as sparks flew from the Nobek’s calculating touch.

  Egilka puled back and smiled down at her. “This silence and stilness of yours is putting a new spin on lovemaking. Even gags and cuffs can’t keep you this immobile or quiet.”

  “She has other ways of teling us how much she’s enjoying herself,” Clajak chuckled. He pinched her erect nipple to prove his point. The slight sting made Jessica’s nether regions throb harder than ever.

  “How is she down there, Bevau?”

  “Extremely wet.” He pressed a second finger into her. His thumb, slick from her juices, circled her anus. “But then she’s getting everything she likes best: held helpless, a little pain, unable to protest, and me.”

  That incited a lot of laughter, and Jessica couldn’t help but grin at her Nobek mate. Unlike most of his fierce breed, Bevau had a side of him that was al clown.

  I’ve missed you all. Mom was right. We do have to make time for each other more often.

  As if picking up on her thoughts, Clajak said, “It’s been too long since we got together like this. I want us to make more of an effort to bond as we should. It’s embarrassing that Earth Mom had to remind us.”

  “Agreed,” Egilka answered. “We have our duty to the empire, but we also have a duty to each other. We must make our clan a priority.” Their conversation was fading to the background for Jessica, because Bevau’s fingers inside her had picked up the pace. His tongue flicked her eager nubbin as he plunged in and out, sending bursts of pleasure through her bely. She wanted to move, wanted to take him deeper and force more contact with his mouth, but it was no use. She could only lay there and take it as he worked her to the edge of bliss and kept her poised at the edge of crescendo.

  The other two were just as wicked, each man suckling hungrily at her breasts. Nips and licks made her peaks tight with need. Their fingertips traced her bely, throat and face, finding unexpected erogenous zones.

  “You’re so swolen, my sweet,” Bevau paused to whisper. His tongue swirled around her clit, tantalizingly close to the tip where the slightest touch would send her into ecstasy. Instead he tormented her, not giving her the contact he knew she wanted.

  Jessica lay frozen beneath their attentions, desperate to beg for release, unable to do so. She damned them for their cruelty even as she delighted in it.

  Pleasure balooned in her womb, stretching her coiled insides tighter yet. So close. And stil her mates kept her at the precipice, not alowing her to plunge into the rapture she now so desperately wanted.

  They might keep her here for hours, she thought, teasing her without mercy. They were enjoying her helpless condition way too much.

  A smal spasm clenched her tight around Bevau’s finger. “What was that, my love?” he asked. “Just tel me what you want, and I’l be glad to give it to you.” You asshole. Jessica managed a weak kick and a hiss. He chuckled.

  “You know how much he likes you powerless,” Clajak said, moving from her breast to kiss her lips. “Poor little one. Your eyes are glassy. Let her climax, Bevau.” Clajak’s face hovering over hers kept Jessica from seeing her tormenting Nobek, but she heard his sigh. “Oh al right. Come for me, lover.” His mouth closed over her clit, and his cat-scratchy tongue rubbed the distended nubbin hard. Jessica’s entire abdomen felt as if it roled over before the ecstasy bottled there poured out to electrify her entire body. The world around her disappeared in a white blaze, and convulsion after convulsion pounded her from the inside out. A thin thread of a whistle emitted from her straining throat as she rose and fel, rose and fel, the waves of bliss carrying her far from the terror of that morning.

  When the real world reasserted itself, the men were stil gathered around, w
atching her face with identical expressions of tenderness. Three pairs of hard caloused hands petted her al over, warming her with renewed desire despite the orgasm.

  I love them all so much. I wish I could tell them right now.

  Perhaps something in her expression told them, because they al smiled at her. Clajak whispered, “I am so grateful you are unharmed, my sweet.” Bevau climbed over her, and the other two moved aside. Her Nobek kissed her lips, stil swolen from passionate use, as he settled his bulk over her body. His warmth was a welcome balm, and Jessica wished she could wrap her arms and legs around him, pul him as close as their skin would alow.

  He kissed a path to her ear where he whispered, “I have faced enemies ready to take my life. I have been cut to shreds and bled until my strength failed. But the only thing that has ever terrified me is nearly losing you.” He drew back to look her in the eye. “It is the primitive nature of the Nobek to need to reclaim his mate. I must have you now, my Matara.” Yes, Jessica mouthed, her gut tightening in anticipation.

  Bevau’s blue-purple gaze never left hers as he opened his formsuit below the waist. Jessica felt the heavy lengths of his cocks rest upon her bely, slick with their own lubrication. Stil staring into her eyes, he adjusted himself to prod her openings.

  She was eager for him but stil caught her breath when he drove hard into her warmth. At the sound of her gasp, Bevau’s fangs descended, and he growled. The beast that drove the warrior Nobek had taken control, the need to rut with his mate, imbuing her with his scent and seed, overwhelming the civilized part society had clothed him in.

  He took her hard, and Jessica gloried in the mix of pain and pleasure, her inability to stop him feeding the frenzied pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her once more. She was his to rule, her body Bevau’s possession to use as he would. The beautiful freedom that came with being under another’s control, the liberty from making decisions, had always been what made sex with her clan the joy it was.

  She was already swolen tight from Bevau’s oral gift, and the double fulfilment of his two cocks made her feel she would burst. Rapture licked through her body in fiery waves, and his pounding friction fed the conflagration that suddenly burst into an inferno, consuming her every cel from the inside out.

  Bevau’s thrusts never slowed, sending her over again and again until she could barely draw breath. And stil his lovemaking went on, as if he’d keep her suspended in ecstatic agony forever.

  “Mine!” he shouted, and his body stiffened as if galvanized by a bolt of lightning. Jessica felt his cock jerk as he filed her with his passion, pouring his stamp of ownership into her body. A moaning growl trailed from his lips. Then he colapsed over her and shocking sobs wracked his body.

  Nobeks almost never cried, and in a fight Bevau was every bit the ferocious, bloodthirsty beast of his breed. But he was a rarity in that he also equaly possessed the traits of the nurturing, sensitive Imdiko.

  He gave himself over to that part of him, crying his fear at Jessica’s abduction and relief at her recovery.

  Jessica wanted to hold him, to reassure him it was al right, but she too was swamped by emotion and the inability to move. It was up to Clajak and Egilka to stroke the clan protector’s hair and the broad expanse of his back, murmuring comfortingly as they also shed tears.

  At last Bevau regained control, and he peppered Jessica’s face with kisses. She smiled her love to him. The Nobek smiled back, restored to himself once more. He puled free of her, and Egilka took his place.

  The sharp planes of Egilka’s angular face were softened by the adoration and desire he alowed to shine forth. When he kissed her, Jessica reveled in the smooth texture of his lips and the luxuriant softness of his mustache and goatee. The Imdiko was almost always tender with her, but his touch this time set new standards for care. Every movement he made against her was like the whisper of butterfly wings.

  After Bevau’s more rigorous lovemaking, the difference brought al her senses to new heightened levels.

  Egilka handled her like a fragile piece of art, his mouth and fingers breathing over her skin. Soft, wet kisses brushed her lips, the sensitive holow of her throat, the pebbled peaks of her breasts, the line running from below her breastbone to her navel, and finaly the blatant nub of pleasure that crowned her sex. Then he traveled back up until he reached her lips again. As his tongue flicked delicately in her mouth, his fingers caressed her nether folds and clit, making her desire him al the more. When he finaly pressed his sexes against her openings, she was aching for him.

  Egilka entered her so very slowly, in tiny increments that made Jessica feel every delightful inch of his rigid lengths. Tiny spasms of pleasure erupted in response to his gradual entrance, sending electric pulses to her fingertips and toes. He was never a man to rush her to fulfilment. Folowing her abduction, she had never been more glad to enjoy her clanmate slowly.

  Bit by bit, Egilka filed her. He alternated kissing her with staring into her eyes, making the intimacy they shared that much more intense. Her sheaths parted for him without hesitation, welcoming him as they had for almost three years now. Jessica knew that to Egilka making love was like coming home, entering the place where he belonged, where he always found shelter. She rejoiced that she was his sanctuary.

  And stil he crept inside until he was encased, making them two very different but companionable souls within the same body. For a time he was stil, alowing them both to absorb the sweetness and joy of the joining that neither had ever taken for granted. Jessica closed her eyes, the better to feel his mouth sipping delicate kisses from hers, his granite chest hard against her soft breasts, the heat of his abdomen mingling with hers, and the thick staves of his twin manhood staked within her, claiming her flesh as his own. Had someone bound them together for eternity like that, never to be parted, she would have been happy.

  Egilka lifted his hips, dragging his cocks free of her until only the tips remained inside. Then he melded al his flesh to hers once more. Slipping back and forth, his pace was constant and steady, fast enough to keep her body humming with gentle arousal. He banked her inner fires, feeding them gradualy, letting the heat build a bit at a time. Al the while, his mouth tasted hers, keeping the sensual contact there, mingling their breath.

  Jessica lost track of the time as Egilka took her in his methodical, quiet way. He pressed his flesh into hers, his hips moving in slow circles to delight every part of her sheaths with sweet pressure. She was melting again, her insides turning liquid with the thoroughness of her Imdiko’s lovemaking. She managed a low moan, her voice slowly making a return. Egilka moaned in response, his pace quickening.

  He remained a hard muscled blanket over her body, covering her as his hips drummed a little harder, a little faster. Even if Jessica had been able to move, Egilka’s weight would have held her to the bed. It was delightful to be pinned beneath her lover as he grew more eager for their shared ignition.

  Her fingers twitched, and Jessica tried to move her arms. Her hands slowly skated across Egilka’s ribs, and she dragged her limbs up to circle the muscled back of her Imdiko. He smiled down at her as she finaly regained enough strength to embrace him. Never missing a perfectly-timed thrust, he said, “Welcome back, my Matara.” She returned the smile. Jessica couldn’t do much more than trace the length of his spine, but it was a relief to be able to move at al.

  She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, to tilt her pelvis so that he hit that sweetest spot within her body as wel as pul him deeper inside. Her legs stil weren’t responding as wel, alowing her to only lift a little before faling back to the mattress. Seemingly intuiting her wish, Egilka seized the backs of her thighs, pushing her knees towards her shoulders. He was suddenly there, his cock rubbing the nest of nerves she liked best, and her womb seized with sudden sensation.

  Tiny cries escaped her as her bely flexed and strained, the bilowing ecstasy suffusing her being. Convulsion after convulsion heaved through Jessica, and Egilka drove harder stil, taking her far from
awareness of anything except physical elation. Jessica dug her fingernails into his back, and he stiffened suddenly. A groan tore from his lips and feeling the slow pulse of his manhood releasing into her brought another burst of thril through her loins.

  Jessica sighed breathless laughter as her body came down from the high. Egilka returned the chuckle, kissing her once more before parting to alow Clajak his turn.

  “It’s about time,” the Dramok growled. “I’m in pain from waiting.”

  “The impatience of youth,” Egilka teased, not impressed at al with Clajak’s irritation. He sat next to Bevau on the cushions scattered on the floor.

  Clajak dismissed his clanmate with a snort. Jessica thriled to see the blatant heat in his eyes as he crawled on top of her.

  “Matara,” he sighed, anger fleeing his handsome face. “You have no idea how terrified I was for you.”

  “I’m safe again,” she whispered. Her arms and hands were trembling, but she was able to stroke his silky, steel-colored hair. “Safe with my clan.”

  “Always,” Clajak said. “We wil find a way to keep danger from you. I swear it.”

  He lifted her stil weak body, seating her on his thighs as he rose to a kneeling position. Slick and heavy, his cocks pressed against her bely as he kissed her deeply. Jessica tangled her fingers in his long hair, snaring herself so that they might not be parted ever again.

  Clajak rubbed up and down her back, his big hands warm on her skin. Then he cupped her buttocks, lifting her against his torso, letting his organs home in on their intended orifices. Drawn like magnets, their sexes found each other. He pierced her with a steady thrust; not abruptly as Bevau had and not slowly like Egilka. He took her with authority, as was his right as her Dramok.

  Jessica’s head loled, her neck barely able to hold it up. Clajak cupped the back of her head with one hand and supported her buttocks with the other. He held her in place for his powerful thrusts, kissing her as he did so.

  The clan’s leader ground his hips in circles each time he filed her, simultaneously bringing delightful friction to both her G-spot and engorged clitoris. Jessica offered him a throaty moan, which he answered with a growl.