Finaly they let up a little, and the storm ebbed enough for her to catch her breath. “That wil do for a start,” Govi opined.
“Oh. My. Fucking. Stars.” Michaela gasped, as limp as a wet dishrag in the aftermath. “You nearly kiled me.”
“My sweet Matara, we are only getting started,” Korkla threatened, his eyes as dark as the night sky. “We have a lot of ground to make up with you.” She groaned in mingled dread and anticipation. She’d seen that look of singleminded purpose in her Dramok’s face before. He was out to prove his continued ardor for her, and if it meant she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, so be it.
His face lit in a feral grin, al animal now that he was aroused. “I want her helpless,” he told the other two, and Govi and Raxstad immediately moved. Govi shifted to the head of the bed, his hands clasping Michaela’s wrists over her head. Raxstad held her ankles and spread her wide open for their leader.
Euphoria from Govi’s bite lit her insides anew as Korkla looked down at her splayed body. The heat in his stare as he gazed upon her made everything inside tighten. Damn him, he knew how much it turned her on when they held her down and made her vulnerable.
His big hands, so very capable of dealing pleasure and punishment, rubbed up and down the length of her body, teling her she was his to do with as he pleased. A tremor overcame her feeling those strong, caloused hands al over her. Over the years she’d received the headiest bliss possible from them as wel as painful discipline when she’d misbehaved. Michaela had been bratty more than once just for the agonizing delight of being laid naked over Korkla’s knees for a thorough spanking.
He leaned over to kiss her, his mouth and tongue demanding, his hands squeezing her stil sensitive breasts with almost painful strength. Korkla knew exactly how to make her ignite: controling her, commanding her, and proving his mastery over and over. His painful nip on her lower lip made her gasp, the sting zapping pleasure straight to her clit. He immediately sucked her lip into his mouth, licking the twinge away. She moaned as he pinched her nipples next, more bolts of sensation dashing straight down. Michaela jerked and cried out.
“Who do you belong to?” Korkla growled. He licked each pert breast tip then pinched them again.
“You,” she gasped breathlessly. Pain and pleasure colided to leave her fighting to pul out of his grasp and offer herself for more al at once.
Pinch. Lick. Pinch. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, my Dramok.” Her insides were in ful riot, unable to discern whether she was being tortured or pleasured. She twisted in the unyielding grips of Govi and Raxstad, who remained silent, their dark eyes drinking in the show.
He held her nipples in the harsh pincers of fingers and thumbs. The pressure built. “Who do you belong to, Michaela?” She wasn’t giving him the answer he wanted, but as the blistering force he applied grew, she was at a loss as to what he wanted to hear. “Please, Korkla. I’m yours.” His mouth replaced one of his hands, and he nipped hard at the swolen, reddened peak. “Whose body is this?” he growled.
At last she understood and immediately made herself go absolutely stil. Everything throbbed, her torso a molten blob of heat. “This is your body, to do with as you wil,” she whispered.
“Indeed it is. Submit entirely to me.” He sucked hard on the other nipple, making it ache with gorgeous sensation and Michaela sighed as her wil unhinged and floated away.
“Yes, my Dramok. Whatever you desire, I wil give.”
“What I desire is your tight, round ass. You wil take me that way, Michaela. You wil offer laxan.”
“Gladly.”
The men turned her over. Someone slid a cushion beneath her lower torso, lifting her buttocks into the air. Raxstad’s earlier attentions had stretched her tightest passage a little, but it had been months since she’d felt the long, thick intrusion of any of her lovers’ larger cocks in there. It didn’t matter. Korkla was reclaiming her, asserting his possession of her. She submitted to him in mind, heart, and soul.
The slick tip of his larger cock teased her anus. With Govi stil holding her wrists and Raxstad her ankles, she had no defense. Nor did she want any. She loved the absolute possession of her clan, had missed it so much that she cried silently into the bed’s rumpled linens. She needed to know they wanted her that much again.
Korkla pressed into her, his tapered cock widening her channel as he journeyed inside. The rim of her anus burned as it grudgingly accepted him, but a headier pleasure made the discomfort unimportant.
Soon, his smaler cock broached her pussy, adding to the bliss of being penetrated. Michaela’s tears stopped, dammed up by al-encompassing delight.
Deeper he pushed, joining them together as they hadn’t been in too long. A low ache thrummed as Korkla slid ever deeper, and Michaela made herself pliant to his invasion. She welcomed his making them one again.
The slight hurt only made the delight of fulness and the warm sparks of desire that much more poignant. Korkla’s cocks hit the most sensitive spots within her sheaths, and rapture abruptly bloomed, unfurling bliss within her core. Michaela’s cries rang out as orgasm ignited in slow motion, spreading from her loins to her stomach and chest.
“Poor Matara,” she heard Govi say from far away. “To be in so much need.”
“It wil not reach this point again,” Korkla said. “I swear it to you, my love.”
She shuddered beneath him, her insides rioting with heady gratification. When Korkla’s groin met her buttocks and he halted, having fuly impaled her with himself, she was almost grateful. She was desperate to catch her breath.
Her Dramok’s hands cupped her buttocks, pressing them outward so he could see where his body joined with hers. “There is no more lovely a sight,” he breathed. “My flesh in yours, Michaela.” She sighed her agreement. She had missed him, al of them, so much.
Korkla moved again, taking her slow and steady, his cocks hitting al the good places that made her fingers and toes curl. She flexed around him, making his breath come hard and fast in bestial grunts. This was her reclaiming, making him eager to spil his juices within her. Perhaps their clanmates held her helpless for his pleasure, maybe it was Korkla who invaded her body, but she possessed him just as much as he did her. He told her in so many different ways: the way his fingers dug into her hips as he moved her to meet his driving lengths, the powerful way his loins smacked against her bottom as he filed her to the brim, the way he groaned her name from time to time, as if in praise to something holy.
Her bely was heavy with pleasure, as if it might birth exaltation rather than a baby. Korkla’s hands left her hips to finger her clit and stroke her penis, making the mass of desire within draw tighter, coiling until it threatened to snap from the pressure.
“Come with me, Korkla,” Michaela gasped.
“Almost there,” he said. “Very soon, my love.”
He thrust hard, his movements beating a fierce tattoo against her flesh. Need for release spiraled taut, fed by his knowing touches, the lightning flash friction of his cocks jackhammering her insides. Al pain was gone, swalowed by the sweeter agony of onrushing orgasm.
Korkla’s groan announced his undoing. It grew to a growl, and as that became an earth-shattering roar, Michaela’s body went nuclear. She shrieked as his cock jerked in her tighter sheath, the pandemonium of ecstasy driving her beyond conscious thought once more. There was only the sweet agony of bliss, both of body and heart because Korkla loved her again. Even as her senses shattered, her soul became whole once more.
Her Dramok settled over her as his last spasms passed, draping her in his heavy warmth. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Never doubt it again, Michaela.” She sighed, dissolved in joy greater than the day they’d clanned her.
“I want my Matara,” Raxstad growled.
“Of course, my Nobek. Thank you for your patience that alowed me to return to her first.” Korkla’s voice held no humor. Raxstad was not a man to wait for anyone but his leader, but even Korkla knew
to not tax his tolerance.
He gently withdrew from Michaela, and both Govi and Raxstad released her. Korkla and Govi left the bed entirely, giving Raxstad room to renew his bond with their Matara.
Michaela sensed his tension as he turned her over to lie on her back. However, Raxstad was careful with her, perhaps overly so. He knew his own tendencies to be rough, and he always fought his bestial nature to treat her with gentleness. For the first time in years, Michaela appreciated the love behind the gesture.
I was taking them for granted before. Never again.
He bent over her, his usualy fierce expression clouded with remorse. “I would turn back the weeks if I could, just so you wouldn’t know the pain you have,” he said.
“It makes me appreciate you more than ever,” Michaela told him. “I forgot how special you made me feel until I didn’t have you anymore.” She sobbed, overcome with shame. Raxstad kissed her face over and over. “No, no. No more tears, Michaela. We are together again, and nothing wil pul us apart, ever.” He slipped inside as he comforted her, his cocks fitting perfectly within as if heaven itself had ordained them for one another. Michaela’s breath caught to have him inside, their bodies corresponding as a key for a lock. Of al her clan, Raxstad had always matched her best physicaly, and the old familiarity was a joy she learned to treasure al over again.
The Nobek took control as he always did, an apex lover as wel as predator. His mouth covered hers, his tongue penetrating as thoroughly as his cocks. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and back, holding her closely as if to meld them together forever. The tight embrace meant his thrusts weren’t long. Instead he worked against her, grinding into her, his pubic bone stimulating her clitoris with every movement.
Michaela thought she should have no sexual passion left, not after climaxing several times already. Her cock remained soft and blameless, sated for the moment. But her clit and the nest of nerves that gathered at the front of her female sheath sparked anew with Raxstad’s eager prodding. Fresh, warm wetness spiled from her font.
“Michaela,” he whispered into her mouth, feeling how she responded to him. He gripped her tighter stil, his hips drawing tight circles to make her cry out with reaction. Curls of heat wafted through her nether parts, spurred by the constant contact he kept with her clit and G-spot. Her whole body began to shake, trapped in Raxstad’s muscular cage of arms, legs and torso. Had she entertained the insane impulse to escape, she would have found no such means to do so.
He held her thus for a long time, content to make her shudder with desire as he moved over her, against her, inside her. He alternated ravishing her mouth with his and whispering seductive threats in her ear.
“Every night from now on, I wil fuck your gorgeous body. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass wil al belong to me, to enjoy as I wish. Even if I come home late, I wil wake you with lovemaking.”
“Yes,” was al Michaela could manage, the word a hiss, trembling in the air.
“You wil come for me, screaming my name. And then I wil make you come again, over and over, until you beg me to stop.” Raxstad’s breath was hot on her ear. His words were every bit as tantalizing as the cocks he shoved deep into her body, fucking her harder as he started to climb the peak to ecstasy.
“Even when you beg for mercy, I wil keep going until I can no longer hold off. I wil shoot deep into your bely, into your ass, down your throat, al over your breasts. And you wil submit to al gladly.”
“Yes please,” she sobbed, his dark words a thril. “Anything. Everything.”
Raxstad’s breath built to hurricane strength. He pounded into her clutching sleeves, his cocks battering rams destroying al barriers to her pleasure, his invasion forcing her to succumb to carnal bliss yet again. She wailed as a series of trembling spasms spread through her core, precursors to the eruption that was building in searing flashes.
Their hips met with whipcracking explosions. Raxstad’s growl started low, as if coming from his bowels, then grew louder as it traveled up his body, into his throat, becoming an earth-shattering roar as it burst from his fanged mouth. The first pulse of his pleasure sweled within Michaela, igniting her own ecstatic release. She screamed in accompaniment to the Nobek’s howl, her fingernails leaving bloody trails down his arms as terrible elation burst over her, thudding through her in a thundering galop.
Raxstad’s head darted down, and his mouth seized the muscle where her neck met her shoulder. The sharp intensity of his fangs sliding into her flesh brought her screaming again. Al was a riot of sensation, and Michaela lost touch with everything except the glorious feeling of his cocks jerking inside her, his mouth clenched on her, the heavy pressure of his body weighing on hers.
They bucked against one another as catastrophic climax tore them asunder. They emerged from their shared madness battered and smiling.
“My beloved,” Raxstad whispered, his face soft with afterglow, his shoulders, arms and chest weling blood from where Michaela had savaged him with her long nails.
“I love you,” she sighed. Being bitten a second time so soon after the first had her floating as gentle as a breeze. Her husky voice had become an almost feminine lilt, she was so effervescent.
“Thank you,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut in a moment of un-Nobeklike emotion. “If I had lost you—”
“There was never a chance of that.”
He nodded, as if he couldn’t squeeze any further words from his throat. He puled away for Govi to take his place.
The handsome Imdiko laughed to see her so dreamy-eyed. “Can you even move, my beauty?”
Michaela made her right arm lift. It floated up so she could brush Govi’s hair out of his eyes, feeling as if it was barely connected to her body. She watched it flutter back down to the bed. Drifting, drifting on a warm wash of joy…
“At least you’re stil conscious,” Govi grinned for an instant before sobering. “I am yours to command, Michaela. Tel me what you wish, what it is that wil help me rectify the wrong I have done to you.” She tried to think about that. She’d forgiven him, forgiven them al, so there was no need for Govi to think about being punished. He hurt already, more than anything she could deal out. But the scent of his arousal, that delicious aroma of sweet cinnamon-like spice, derailed her attempt to tel him so. Her mouth watered, and she could only think of one thing right now.
“I want to taste you,” she sighed, licking her lips in anticipation.
“That seems like more of a joy for me than you,” he protested.
“I love your flavor. I love how soft your skin is over your hard cocks. I love how it feels when you fuck my mouth.” Michaela’s voice had gone breathy with desire.
Govi’s eyes were as dark as night at her words. His breath sped up, and he growled softly. He began to crawl over her, bringing his groin to her face.
“Not like that,” she said, inspiration suddenly striking. “Lay me so my head hangs back off the bed and you stand over me. That way, I can take more of you.” The Imdiko’s next growl was not so soft. He arranged her as she’d asked. The bed was tal enough, Kalquorian sized, so that as he brought his cocks to her mouth, he wasn’t forced to bend his knees.
She grasped both cocks, holding them together and opening her mouth wide. Govi pressed in, his breath catching as she enclosed him in her hungry mouth. His widths, more than his lengths, were obstacles to taking much in. Michaela managed to admit a third of her Imdiko’s sexes before she signaled him to stop.
“My beauty,” he breathed, his hands sweeping over her breasts. “I love you so.”
He massaged the mounds while he slowly fucked her mouth, taking great care to keep her from gagging. Michaela delighted in his gasps and moans as she pleasured him. Her tongue roled al over his flesh, exalting in the sweet-spicy-salty taste of his lubrication and the occasional drop of pre-cum. Her cheeks dimpled as she sucked on him, making him groan and clutch her breasts hard. Serving her men had always been aphrodisiacal to Michaela, and she rubbed her thighs together
, stimulating her clit, as her body responded to the thril of sucking Govi off.
His hands moved over her torso, hot and strong. Govi bent over her, never missing a beat as he pumped her mouth ful of his cocks. He braced himself on one hand as the other sought out her sex. He pressed forcefuly to wedge her legs open, so caught up was she in self-pleasuring. Her hips jerked in response as his fingers rubbed hard against her pussy.
Michaela moaned around the mouthful Govi gave her, and he grunted in response. His thumb drew patterns over her clit as he shoved three fingers inside her, curling them to find that magic spot within. She cried out, moving her hips to greet his hand.
Govi’s tongue joined his thumb in flicking over her sensitive bud. His other hand curled around her penis, again thickening with lust. His mouth moved from one eager point to the other, making both erect.
Pleasure swirled from her center in hurricane bands, the tempest growing in the warmth of his mouth, in the power of his hand. He worked her flesh harder and harder, bringing orgasm thundering close.
His pulse thudded profoundly against her working tongue. Cinnamon-like lubricating juices flooded her mouth as Govi grew more excited. Michaela swalowed his honey, the thought of his semen pumping down her throat as arousing as his fingers, hand, and mouth on her sexes. She tightened her lips around him, inviting the warm expulsion.
Govi growl-groaned in response. His mouth and hands quickened on her, bringing a storm surge of sensation. Michaela warbled her encroaching climax, her tongue whipping the tips of his cocks in a frenzy with each brief withdrawal as he moved in and out. Mouth fucked, finger fucked, cock gripped tight in that caloused hand, she was overwhelmed by the onrushing tidal wave.
“Coming,” Govi managed and shuddered. He emitted a low howl an instant before his larger cock sent a stream of sweet surrender into Michaela’s mouth.
His semen was the last ingredient needed to wash her into a pounding ocean of bliss. A white-hot blast seized Michaela’s lower parts, and she strangle-screamed as elation was spent in shotgun bursts. She was in a chaos of delights; swalowing Govi’s offering, sucking hard to get al he would give, submitting her own contribution in return.
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