Alien Interludes

by Tracy St. John

Too damned bad we won’t be alone very much, not with our families so happy to have us back.

  Lindsey immediately felt bad for thinking such a thing. She’d missed her sister and mother so much! It was the intoxication screwing with her head, she decided.

  Before she could debate anymore with herself, Bacoj’s palm cracked down on her exposed, defenseless rear. Sharp pain and awesome heat radiated from her hindquarters. Lindsey cried out and jerked on his lap.

  Almost too late she remembered to gasp, “One! Thank you, my Dramok.”

  “Remain completely stil for the rest, or I’l add more.”

  “Yes, my Dramok.”

  The words had barely left her mouth when the next blow landed exactly where the first had. Pain exploded, and the first tears prickled her eyes. She managed to not move though. “Two. Thank you, my Dramok.”

  More spanking, her flesh agonizing under the weight of his heavy hand. She shuddered and sobbed out the count as wel as the thank yous. Tears dripped from her eyes to lose themselves in the dark brown fur covering the floor.

  Then, as it always did when she surrendered herself to the clan, her brain went to that place where pain became intense sensation, gorgeous and ful, turning torment to titilation. Now she felt the entire weight of being helpless, of having to obey, of leaving al responsibility for making choices behind. She was theirs utterly, her whole being centered on their desires.

  Swack. “Eight. Thank you, my Dramok.” Swack. “Nine. Thank you, my Dramok.”

  Deeper and deeper into that pool of absolute submission. Under the steadily drumming pulse of her master’s hand, Lindsey’s body heated. Her insides twisted, coiling tight as the pressure of the strikes permeated into her center. He could punish her for al of eternity, and she would do nothing to stop him. The idea drove the spike of desire deeper into her core.

  Swack. “Ten. Thank you, my Dramok.” Swack. “Eleven. Thank you, my Dramok.”

  Sweet, bubbling passion boiled in her bely. Swack. “Twelve. Thank you, my Dramok.” He was so strong. So commanding. Swack. “Thirteen. Thank you, my Dramok.” Her insides were al liquid, melting under the heat of his power. Swack. “Fourteen. Thank you, my Dramok.”

  Now the strikes were sending sizzles throughout her, making it hard not to squirm. Swack. She seemed to feel that one right on her clit, as if there was a direct line from her buttocks to that engorged nub.

  “Fifteen. Thank you, my Dramok,” she panted. She thought she might come. He shifted slightly as he brought his hand down again, and his thigh made contact with that sensitive bit of her womanhood.

  Swack. Lindsey’s eyes roled with burgeoning delight. “Six – sixteen,” she groaned. “Thank you, my Dramok.” She was closing in. They hadn’t told her she needed permission to come. As orgasm opened its jaws wide to consume her, she had no intention of asking. Swack.

  “Seventeen,” she whisper-screamed as the beast inched closer stil, readying to take her. “Thank you, my Dramok.” The climax was hovering just out of reach, and Lindsey feared there wasn’t enough of her punishment left to send her into its hungry maw. The next time Bacoj’s palm splatted against her flesh, she only moaned. She didn’t count, didn’t thank him, though her gratitude at this moment knew no bounds.

  “Five extra, slave,” he panted. She could feel the steel of his erection against her ribs. “The next is number nineteen. Say it.” Swack. The ticklish-hot pulse bilowed huge within her, but the dam did not yet break. “Nineteen. Thank you, my Dramok.” Another slap. Lindsey could scarcely breathe. Her bely felt tight with pressure, and she thought she might go insane from need. “Twenty. Thank you, my Dramok,” she heard, though she couldn’t feel her lips move. Al her being was focused on that maddening heat that refused to consume her.

  Swack.

  Ecstasy so intense it was almost painful broke over Lindsey. It blew up and spiled from her in a series of convulsions, each of which she announced with a throaty groan. She thought the men might have been chuckling, but she was too caught up in the pleasure to be sure. Bacoj helped her along by continuing to spank her, sending more heat to prolong the orgasm.

  Lindsey shuddered as the spasms tapered off, and the discipline ended. A gentle hand caressed her buttocks. “Nice and warm,” Vax growled.

  “You may have it while it’s at its hottest,” Bacoj said magnanimously. They al knew Vax’s favorite sexual activity, knew he liked it best just after Lindsey had been spanked, and no one, least of al Lindsey, naysayed his preferences.

  “On your bely on the bed, slave,” the Imdiko said.

  Lindsey found she could barely move. Intense climax and renewed arousal added to the inebriating mix of leshela and Kalquorian intoxicant. After she nearly fel to the floor, the men laughingly helped her assume the position for laxan.

  She was laid on the bed on her stomach, and a cushion from the head of it was placed under her hips, pushing her buttocks up into the air. She hummed a happy sound as she felt Vax kneel between her splayed legs.

  With a sigh he positioned his rigid lengths against her openings, the larger homing in on her tightest passage. Lindsey burbled happy nonsense sounds, her brain stil scattered. She earned good-humored chuckles for that. Someone stroked her hair lovingly as Vax pressed gently in.

  She’d had plenty of practice at this in the nearly two years they’d been clanned, and her body not only accepted his generous endowment, but welcomed it. There was an area in her back entrance that was incredibly sensitive, giving her a warm, heavy pleasure similar to the G-spot in her pussy. Lindsey groaned when Vax found both responsive places as his cocks traveled into her.

  Deeper, deeper. Had she not been so loose-limbed from euphoria, Lindsey would have pushed back onto her Imdiko, aroused eagerness making her greedy. But Vax liked to enjoy being slowly enclosed within her, loved making the initial taking last. His fingers spread her aching cheeks wide so he could watch her accept him.

  Bacoj had once recorded such an encounter, placing a live vid in front of Lindsey’s face so she could watch her body pierced by the thick dark cock, a shade deeper than Vax’s mocha skin and shining with wetness. She’d come three times during that encounter, terribly excited by the sight of him moving in and out of her this way. It was this vision that assaulted her memory as Vax pressed inside, making her wet and hot and aching.

  His groin pushed up against her buttocks, and he sighed again. His hands massaged the slightly sore orbs gently. “Now I feel like I’m home,” he said.

  “As long as Lindsey is near, al is right,” Japohn agreed, a rare sentimentality coming from the fierce Nobek.

  Bacoj said nothing. Perhaps he was thinking of how he’d once de-clanned her, fearing his clan wasn’t good enough to rank the empress’ sister. It had taken the near deaths of al the men to convince him otherwise. Lindsey was glad they’d lived to regret and correct the mistake.

  Especialy now with Vax’s heady possession.

  He began his thrusts, starting carefuly and gaining strength as she adjusted to his girth. Soon his flesh was slap-slapping against hers as he moved with liquid smoothness. The thriling sensation had Lindsey’s eyes roling back in her head. Though she wasn’t capable of much movement, she thriled when Japohn took her wrists in his big paws, stretching her arms over her head to pin them to the bedding.

  Being helpless and at their mercy was Lindsey’s greatest excitement, and it melded perfectly to the men’s need to control in the bedroom.

  Bacoj reached beneath the cushion supporting her hips to find her clitoris, capturing it between thumb and forefinger. As a bolt of sheer electricity shot through her nether parts, Lindsey cried out.

  Vax moved faster stil, his groin beating a relentless tattoo against her secret flesh, his grip on her hips holding her angled perfectly for their mutual pleasure. With Bacoj rubbing her swolen nub expertly and Vax hitting those toe-curling parts inside over and over, Lindsey was racing madly for the finish line. Her whole body flushed with heat and the scream started from her
toes, rampaging out to fil the room with ear-splitting strength.

  It took her over, pounded her like a storm surge on a hurricane-lashed beach. The force of the orgasm tore her asunder, leaving her feeling scattered like debris. When the waves subsided she found Vax had gone stil, his cock twitching inside her as he gasped hard. She’d not even noticed him coming, she’d been so lost in her own great pleasure.

  “Did you leave us anything?” Japohn snorted.

  “Showoff,” Bacoj added.

  “Practice, my clan. Practice.” Vax’s voice was smug.

  “Yes, wel we did help this time. Stil conscious, Lindsey?”

  “Mmmrrrf,” she managed.

  They helped her rol over after the Imdiko disengaged. She flopped like a ragdol, her body humming with contentment. “Drang too muj,” she slurred. “Shood’n have bid me.”

  “What?”

  She forced herself to speak coherently. “I. Drank. Too. Much. You. Should. Not. Have. Bitten. Me.” Bacoj snickered. “But you’re so cute when you’re like this. And the effects are spectacular.” He fondled her pussy, and she groaned at the sparkles of delight his touch sent through her.

  “No, nod agan!”

  Japohn nodded. “Leshela at every meal. That’s what I think.” He gave one of her breasts an affectionate pat as he grinned. The man was so gorgeous when he smiled.

  “Then we’d better impress the investors,” Vax sighed, lying down at the end of the bed. “Leshela doesn’t come cheap.”

  “I’m impressed,” Lindsey giggled. Her ability to speak had returned, and her libido was hopping again because Bacoj was fingering her very nicely. She managed to move enough to grab his cocks. “I’m impressed with these.”

  “Wel, alow me to impress you even more,” he laughed. He kneeled between her legs, puling her lower parts up to rest on his thighs. That lined them up just right, and she warbled a happy sound to feel him slide into her.

  “You too,” she demanded, grabbing Japohn’s cocks next and tugging him gently towards her mouth.

  “Terribly demanding for a slave,” he growled goodnaturedly, crawling to crouch over her face.

  “Yeah, sure, whatever, oh master of the universe. I’m staging a revolt.” Before he could say anything more, Lindsey sucked in a mouthful of Japohn’s larger cock. A mouthful was less than half of what he possessed. The man was endowed in perfect proportion to his overal size of behemoth. She couldn’t handle al Japohn had to give, but what she could, she handled wel. She was gratified to hear his groan of pleasure.

  He leaned forward to angle himself just right then he slowly, carefuly pressed in until Lindsey squeezed one taut buttock, their signal that she had reached her limit. Japohn reversed out, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of her tongue pressing hard against the vein on the underside of his length. He held his smaler cock out of the way to avoid stabbing into her throat as he tenderly fucked her mouth.

  He was al spicy cinnamon-ish in flavor, a delight on the tongue. Lindsey slurped and swalowed unselfconsciously, suckling greedily on her mate. His growling moans rumbled in her ears like a mighty earth-moving machine.

  Wel, he certainly made the earth move for her.

  While Japohn had her mouth, Bacoj was doing wondrous things lower down. As he moved in and out of her, his hips ground circles, hitting al the best places with gentle force. Lindsey’s lower parts were alight with pleasure, especialy with his thumb tracing circles around her clit.

  They knew each other so wel now. The novelty and flush of discovery had faded, but it was replaced with equaly delightful experience, surety of what each member of the clan liked best, where to flick the tongue, what bits to be rougher with, where only the tenderest caresses were appreciated. Familiarity had not bred contempt; it had birthed a greater passion and love than any of them had imagined possible.

  Now they were hitting their stride with Japohn plumbing the depths of Lindsey’s mouth, going slightly into her throat, which she relaxed to accept more of him. One hand gripped his buttocks while she gently circled his anus with her thumb, giving a teasing, tickling sensation to drive his senses wild. His and Bacoj’s thrusts were quickening, but the Dramok continued that gorgeous circular movement as he took her, and his thumb traced patterns over her clit, sending stelar flashes to make her pussy clench hard around him.

  They came in quick succession, Japohn first, sending his spicy-sweet-savory stream into her mouth. She swalowed the offering and then Lindsey went off, spasming glorious release that triggered Bacoj’s orgasm. The air was alive with groans, moans, growls and gasps.

  They lay like scattered leaves al over the bed afterward. Lindsey was barely awake when Vax puled her to lie next to him, cuddling her close to his big, warm body. “Welcome home,” he whispered. It was the last thing she knew until she woke the next morning.

  * * * *

  Settling in made the folowing days spin by in a blur. With four sets of in-laws, al eager to spend time with their children and the mates of their children, the clan spent little time in their quarters alone. No one had realy had the chance to catch their breath when Emperor Clajak’s personal assistant Korkla left a message on the vid, which the clan found waiting for them as they came home from a late dinner with the Imperial Fathers and Tara.

  “I have arranged an interview for your clan with Dramoks Acadi and Diltan day after tomorrow regarding funding for your business ventures. Please cal me first thing in the morning to confirm the time and place, and I wil let them know. Also, Emperor Clajak has instructed that anything you need to prepare for the meeting is yours, so each of you please have lists ready to submit to me.” Bacoj groaned. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

  Vax and Japohn looked just as overwhelmed. “Does it have to be so soon?” the Imdiko said.

  “We’ve been here for over a week,” Lindsey pointed out. “I suppose we should have been thinking about this before now.” She felt sorry for her men, looking at each other with dismay.

  Organization had always been her gift, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. “Everyone, gather in the study. Bacoj, we’l begin with you, so get your computer and outline what you think are the strengths of your inventions. Vax, grab everyone some stim tabs. I have a feeling we might be puling an al-nighter. Then start thinking of a menu of food samples you can prepare that you’d like to feature in your restaurant. Japohn, you make a list of al the things you’d wished you’d been prepared for before the war and coming to Earth, things that wil help a Nobek just starting out. As you think of things you’l need Korkla to provide you with, tel me and I’l put your lists together.”

  Her prompting erased the momentary panic on their faces, and the three men moved with a purpose. Once started, each one of them was focused on his particular specialty and it was Lindsey struggling to keep pace, organizing each clanmate’s list.

  By the time the first sunlight peeked over the green sea horizon outside, they had planned out a three-hour presentation. Bacoj would go first, introducing his remote search drone by showing a vid of its success on Earth in recovering several Mataras abandoned in a labor camp. Then he would go over its schematics and detail the other uses it could be put to besides rescue. Last would come a quick overview of his other inventions.

  Next would come Vax, who would serve the investors a meal featuring dishes he’d perfected that employed both Earther and Kalquorian foods, along with traditional Earther dishes. He and Lindsey were hoping Korkla would be able to procure the needed ingredients in time from the new Earther colony named Mercy, especialy chicken which Vax had a particular affinity for. Once he’d impressed the investors’

  palates, they’d discuss the restaurant’s requirements.

  Last would be Japohn’s presentation, admittedly the weakest of al since he’d had no inkling of starting his own school. Al the clan brainstormed with him, with Bacoj and Vax demonstrating just how wel they knew their Nobek’s strengths and weaknesses that left him alternately pleased an
d chagrined. In the end he laughed. “It’s a wonder I haven’t gotten myself kiled a milion times over. I would have benefitted from such a training center.”

  “The Nobeks who don’t work wel in team situations wil benefit from your experience,” Bacoj said. “You have a lot to offer, Japohn.”

  “It’s definitely a better use of your skils than just becoming a security guard,” Vax agreed. “With this rebelion issue, men who can work alone to infiltrate and spy wil be needed more than ever.” Lindsey was thriled to see al three so enthusiastic, and she prayed the opportunity would come to fruition. Her clan had passed up more than one opportunity to advance in rank just so she could come to Kalquor and be with her mother and sister. Gaining the investments in their futures would go a long way to alay the guilt she’d felt over lost promotions. As Bacoj put in the cal to Korkla to confirm the meeting, she superstitiously crossed her fingers.

  * * * *

  “The latest studies on Nobek mental processes show the ‘lone wolf’ mentality, as my Matara cals it, is not merely a disregard for authority or unwilingness to conform. It is the way the brains are developed in a quarter of my breed.”

  Japohn was wrapping up his presentation to Dramoks Acadi and Diltan. Lindsey thought he was doing quite wel, especialy since he’d been taken so off guard by the proposition of managing his own school. Plus Japohn was not one for schmoozing and negotiation. Her mate was definitely an action type.

  Japohn brought up another graph on the floating vid. “Because of this inability to work wel with others, we are losing many of such Nobeks to criminal activity, drug use, and suicide. They don’t fit into a society such as ours that is geared to team organization, group organization, and in some cases, fitting into clans. As you can see from the study, this is a significant number of our population. Focused training that plays to their strengths wil not only salvage these Nobeks who don’t fit into the norm, but serve Kalquor.”

  “Especialy where this rebelion is concerned,” Acadi agreed. The Dramok was perched on the edge of his seat in the greeting room as he beamed at Japohn.