It wasn’t as if she had a choice. Rolat showed her how relentless he was in making her suffer gloriously. His thrusts were steady and strong without being violent. He continued to massage her clit with his groin with every in stroke. All the while, he kept her restrained beneath him while his gaze bored into hers, leaving her vulnerable in every way possible.
Her moans grew into sobs. Cissy’s body went into full riot. It fought the continuous rapture that tortured rather than delighted. Rolat’s pace made every sense excruciatingly alive, yet release kept its distance. Cissy couldn’t climax. She couldn’t move in order to bring on orgasm. All she could do was lie confined while the Nobek fucked her.
“Please,” she choked. She was desperate for him to relieve the pressure that made her guts ache.
“No,” Rolat answered. His tempo never varied.
Damn it, didn’t he need climax as badly as she? Cissy tried again.
“Please.”
“No.”
Tears spilled from her eyes. This was torment. Beautiful torment, yes, but still an agony that Cissy thought might drive her insane. She wanted to come.
“Please? It’s too much, Rolat. It’s too intense.”
“Then suffer for me.” His slight smile held no mercy.
For the first time, Cissy struggled for real. She tried to yank her arms free of his grip. His only reaction was to arch a brow at her. He kept fucking as if nothing was happening.
She tried to buck him off. Despite her greatest efforts, she didn’t budge the Nobek one bit. Cissy tried squirming, hoping to slither out from under him. She remained trapped, not making any headway at all. Rolat’s expression didn’t waver this time, but she got the sense of him being amused.
And still his cocks moved in and out. His groin continued to abrade her clit.
Cissy wailed. She shook her head from side to side. She begged him in a piteous voice, “Please, please, please,” until the words vanished into sobs.
“No.” He kept fucking her.
At last, Cissy surrendered to the knowledge that the Nobek might never stop. He could hold her prisoner on her own bed all night, making her body accept his at that never varying pace. She had no power to work her will. No chance of coercing him to give her completion. Nothing she could do or say would make the agony end.
That moment of helplessness was what something in her psyche had been waiting for. Knowing she was Rolat’s with no hope for realizing selfish desires caused a surge of pure carnal elation.
The climax was on Cissy before she knew what was happening. All at once her pussy seized, a spike of searing bliss driving deep within. She shot high up on its peak, hurtling towards a blazing light as bright as a sun.
She felt the weight of the man on top of her shudder. A thunderous groan reverberated in her ears. The flesh within hers jerked. She crested again, a fresh spasm barreling through her at the knowledge of her captor’s release.
They lay still for several minutes after that, catching their breath. Rolat boosted himself up and smiled down at her.
“Now you have a small idea of what a good mind fuck feels like coupled with a physical fuck. I do hope we can soon explore more of how that pretty head of yours works.”
“You – you – what the hell?” Cissy managed, looking at the Nobek with mingled awe and fear. Had he known all along that she would get off on accepting her helplessness against him? How?
He laughed and got up. Wal came forward to revive her with water and another stim tab. The Imdiko grinned.
“Rolat is a little too smart for comfort when it comes to playing with people’s heads. I’ve never met anyone so intuitive when it comes to figuring out weaknesses.”
“If he wasn’t a Nobek, he’d have been a wonderful psychologist,” Diltan said. He still leaned up against the wall.
Cissy paused in slurping water. “Nobeks can’t be therapists?” she asked.
Rolat stretched his wondrous body, looking as content as a cat with cream. “We don’t have enough patience, as a rule. If I had to listen to some man cry about his life, I’d end up shaking or punching him for behaving like a child. It wouldn’t matter how reasonable his trauma was either. If it’s not the pain of a clanmate or close family member, I’ll lose my tolerance for such.”
“But not women?”
The Nobek considered a moment and then shook his head. “A woman experiencing hurt would be even worse. My overriding instinct is to make the person or people responsible for her suffering pay. I don’t think that would go far in solving her issues.”
Wal’s grin stretched across his face. “Nobeks are heavy-handed when it comes to remedying emotional storms.” He glanced at Rolat, as if to communicate something private.
The other man laughed. “You’d know better than many, my Imdiko.”
Diltan stepped forward. Judging from the heated look he gave Cissy, he had little interest in the conversation.
“Are you recovered from playing with my exacting clanmate?” he asked her.
Cissy handed her empty water pouch to Wal. The Imdiko got up and left her alone on the bed.
She told Diltan, “I don’t know that I’ll ever recover fully from that, but I’m as good as I’m going to get. Bring your irritating but gorgeous ass on over.”
Diltan grinned. The man was too devastatingly handsome when he did that. It was wrong for any man to look that good. Cissy wished she could continue to despise him for it, but she’d called a truce. Plus she didn’t have it in her heart ... or other significant body parts ... to resume their disputes.
He came closer, stopping just out of reach. His hand went to the collar of his loose-fitting shirt, and he pulled.
The resealable seam down the front purred open. Diltan shrugged the shirt off, letting it first expose his chest and abdomen. Cissy’s mouth went dry.
It’s so unfair. Even Jessica’s Nobek Bevau is barely better made than this obnoxious fiend. Why does Diltan have to be so damned perfect?
Cissy’s gaze roamed over the planes of the Dramok’s chest, over the sculpted beauty of his abdomen. As he peeled his shirt off his arms, she had to contend with the beauty of those limbs too. He looked like an alien god, some holy being made to sit upon a golden throne amid golden-tinged clouds. It was downright ridiculous how good he looked.
Bastard, her head muttered. She didn’t want to desire him so much. However, her body was very glad to see what it was about to enjoy.
Unable to keep looking for fear of her tongue falling out of her mouth and giving Diltan the pleasure of knowing his full effect on her, Cissy dragged her gaze to Wal. The Imdiko sat cross-legged on the floor nearby.
“You tried to reject him for another Dramok, huh?” she asked.
Wal laughed. “Young and stupid, remember?”
Diltan’s voice cut through the air. “I want your attention on me now, Cecilia.”
Cissy’s head snapped around at the commanding voice before she could think. Her mouth dropped open.
The Dramok had taken his shorts off in the brief moment she’d given her focus to Wal. The flawless structure of his upper body continued all the way down. The lines of his legs were clearly defined, muscular and graceful all at once. Even the man’s cocks appeared like works of art to Cissy. The tapered lengths were without fault, smooth and glistening and ready for her.
Diltan strode to the bed with purpose. He held out his hand. “Give me your wrists.”
Cissy didn’t know whether to be disgusted or amused at how she responded instantly yet again. Her arms shot out to obey Diltan, letting him cradle them in that hand. How did he command her obedience so easily?
As he untied her wrists, the Dramok smiled down at her. “Holding you down has been fun. However, I want to test your ability to let yourself go just because I wish it of you. I want you to put your entire self, mind and body, under my authority.”
Cissy arched a brow at him. “What, you demand and I obey?”
“Exactly.”
; She scowled and rubbed her freed wrists. “You don’t ask for much, do you?”
“Only everything.” Diltan smirked. “Nothing excites me more than having someone surrender to me sexually. Not because they have to, but because I want them to. If you can’t handle it, say so. I’ll get dressed and say goodnight.”
The obstinate part of Cissy wanted to do just that – tell Diltan to put his clothes on and get out. That easy way he had of assuming dominance nipped hard at her pride. Yet stinging her pride just as much was the phrase if you can’t handle it.
The arrogant son of a bitch is playing me. Who am I kidding, though? I’ll regret not fucking that amazing body. I think he knows it, too.
Then she thought, maybe I can get some of it back by playing his game. Dramok Diltan must have never heard the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’.
Cissy had to fight to keep the grin off her face. She didn’t want Diltan to have any idea what he was in store for if she got the chance.
“All right, Dramok,” she purred. “Order away.”
For an instant, Diltan’s eyes narrowed. The man might have had the ability to push Cissy’s buttons like no other she’d ever met, but he was no fool. Cissy gave him what he expected: a challenging look that said do your worst.
He stepped away from the bed. “On your knees before me.”
Cissy did as she was told with no hesitation. She was eager for what she hoped Diltan would tell her to do next. It would put her in more control than him, and he would be the one left shaking and weak.
She knelt before him, gazing up with what she hoped was an expression of surrender. What happened next shocked her to her core.
Diltan stood over her, tall and beautiful and strong. The resolve in his face was softened by a hint of gratitude. He might have been used to being in command of his clan, but Cissy had the impression it was something the Dramok did not take for granted. He was in control because Rolat and Wal ... and for the moment, Cissy herself ... allowed it.
Only a truly strong man would merit something of that nature from people like his clanmates, Cissy realized. A man they trust not to abuse such power. I see it as a game, but Diltan has earned his place with them.
Does he want to earn that same respect from me?
All at once it was no longer about winning against Diltan and getting laid in the meantime. Cissy had the urge to give him pleasure, to make him feel good. Not because he would accept it as his due, but because he would appreciate it. Her surrender would mean something profound to him.
Perhaps the realization showed in her eyes. At any rate, the usual haughty expression Diltan wore around Cissy was nowhere in evidence as he gave her a warm smile. “All right, my lovely. I hope your tongue is not as sharp as the words you sometimes use. I wish to feel it as well as your lips on me.”
Looking up at that beautiful face hovering over her, Cissy could only manage, “Yes.”
“You may take me in your mouth then.”
Cissy started to reach for him, but that gentle consideration in his eyes made her pause. Uncertainly, she asked, “May I also use my hands, Dramok Diltan?”
Diltan’s eyes widened just a little before he nodded. “Yes, you may.”
Knowing she had just surprised him, maybe as much as he’d surprised her, gave Cissy reassurance. We’re both on shaky footing right now, she thought. We’re learning things that neither of us expected of each other.
Cissy gripped a cock in each hand. As she closed her mouth over the tip of the smaller one, she rubbed the thick, rigid sexes from their bases, all the way up on the primary and to her lips on the other. Diltan sighed with pleasure.
Cissy stroked up and down while continuing to kiss and mouth the bottom-most cock. She took her time. Damn if she didn’t want to serve this man to the best of her abilities, prolonging his pleasure. Somehow the idea of putting his needs ahead of her own excited Cissy. Her pussy, already well served by the other two men, oozed honey to streak down her inner thighs.
Diltan’s cocks had lubricated with the sharp, spicy fluid that exuded from his pores. It sizzled on her tongue before resolving into sweetness. She twirled her tongue all over the flesh, seeking more.
She sucked so hard that her cheeks dimpled.
Diltan groaned. “Very nice,” he mumbled. “Very, very nice.”
Cissy rolled her eyes up to look at him. He watched her with heavily-lidded eyes, his lips wet and parted. His hands were on his hips, making him look very much the master over her, granted by divine right to have his cocks sucked by his slave. He looked pleased as well as aroused.
A ticklish heat spiked high in Cissy’s belly at that look. I put that expression there, she thought. I make him feel good. I’m on my knees, I’m serving him, but he can’t feel powerful without me.
The thought and the resulting pleasure it gave her made her work even harder to excite Diltan. Cissy poured all her effort into his gratification. She wanted to be the reason he was fulfilled as a man. She didn’t quite understand why she had the need to do so, except that it also fulfilled her.
He can’t be strong without me. He finds his power in me.
It was an amazing realization.
Cissy took Diltan’s secondary cock as deep as she could, to the verge of gagging. Both pricks jerked at her action, and Diltan gasped. Thrilled at her success, Cissy bobbed her head back and forth, trying to take more and more in each time. She’d succeeded in taking most of the smaller prick when Diltan put a hand on her head.
In a thick voice unlike his usual smooth tones, he said, “Now the other one, my lovely girl. Suck the bigger cock. That’s my good girl.”
Cissy drew back from the prick she’d been trying to swallow. She was gratified to see the iridescent drop of pleasure waiting for her on the end of the larger one. Without one bit of sarcasm she said, “Thank you, Dramok,” before accepting the offering with a careful flick of her tongue.
Diltan’s moan was music to her ears, almost as wondrous as the sweet-spicy-salty flavor that filled her mouth. He was happy with her service.
Cissy tongued the length of his main cock, drawing his precious juices into her mouth and down her throat with passion. Diltan’s hand, still on top of her head, closed in a fist. The pull on her hair was slight, but exciting. She had put him in control, and he accepted that responsibility.
Cissy again worked to claim as much of his flesh as she could. She only got half his cock in her mouth before she felt as if she might choke.
I must take more. I must show him how I am his, all of me. I must prove myself worthy of him.
Part of her knew it was supposed to be a fantasy, nothing more than a part in a play. Yet the need felt real to Cissy. She was driven to pleasure him.
She set to work. She fought to relax her throat, to accept more and more of the Dramok’s length, to delight him as he’d never been delighted before. As Cissy crept steadily up towards the wide base of that choking cock, Diltan’s strained whispers encouraged her.
“Yes, my beauty. Do it. Swallow me. Oh, it feels so good. That warm, soft tongue on me. Sweet, wet mouth surrounding me. Those lips tight around my cock. Carefully, now. Yes. Yes. Yes, Cecilia. Yes.”
At last she had almost all of him. Apparently it was all Diltan could take, because he shifted his hips, sliding his cock out of her mouth. Cissy whimpered at the loss, though she’d no longer been able to draw breath.
“That’s enough, Cecilia,” Diltan said with a firm tone. “You will hold still for me while I fuck your mouth.”
The fist in her hair tightened, and Cissy quieted her soft protests. It was not her place to argue, but to obey. Obedience made her master happiest of all.
Diltan’s hips swung back and forth, pumping his cock between her lips. He didn’t go as deep as she’d fought to take him moments ago, leaving her plenty of room to breathe. Cissy concentrated on rubbing her tongue hard on the underside of the prick that drove against it.
“That’s right,” Diltan breathed
as he plunged in and out. “My mouth to fuck. My pussy to fuck. My ass to fuck. My Cecilia. Mine in every way I wish to have you.”
* * * *
His, his, his. Diltan felt it with every mote of his being as he watched his throbbing cock move back and forth in Cissy’s accepting mouth. By the ancestors, he couldn’t stop claiming her in his head.
He’d expected her to fight him tooth and nail for control. They’d been at cross purposes since the moment they’d met. Yet she knelt before him in an attitude of perfect surrender. She’d fought to take him fully in that gorgeous mouth he plumbed now. She was giving him the most precious thing he could ever ask for: herself.
That Cissy had chosen to do so made Diltan’s knees wobble. She knelt as if it was her duty to let him fuck her warm, welcoming mouth. By the ancestors, did she have any idea how gorgeous she was like that?
Yet there was still that indomitable spirit in her eyes, that spark that said Cissy was yet very much her own woman. She had not lost her will at all; rather she had turned it so that it matched his as well. She met Diltan’s needs because they suited hers.
I see you, you little rascal. I see you in there and I know you could turn on me if I show one moment’s weakness. Only a strong, sure man can hold one such as you, even for just one night. Am I up to that task?
He was determined to find out.
Diltan enjoyed using Cissy’s mouth for a few more strokes before taking a step back. She made a mewling sound of want as he slid from between her lips. Hearing her desire made his hips jerk involuntarily. Molten heat slid up his secondary cock, eager to spill into the larger one. Diltan drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
I will claim every bit of her that I can. We will both be satisfied before this encounter ends.
After that little cry of hunger, Cissy went quiet again. She remained on her knees, looking up at him with yearning. Diltan’s pricks jerked.
He swallowed hard before ordering, “On the bed. Spread your legs for me and hold them open. Offer me your pussy.”
Cissy scrambled with a haste that gratified Diltan. Could she be that eager for him? Or was it all an act? Damn, he hoped it was real. If he found out she was playing him—
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