Alien Caged

by Tracy St. John

  Miragin’s one hand busied with pulling her blouse over her head, undressing her right out in the open. “Dirty sex. My favorite,” he said.

  Elisa continued to struggle – carefully, since the Imdiko’s shoulder had to be minded. However, Oret and Zemos joined in with pulling her clothes off, making her naked and vulnerable.

  Zemos’ mouth sealed over Elisa’s. Her lips automatically parted for his questing tongue, letting him kiss her deeply. Oret’s hot mouth and hands went to her breasts. He sucked on one engorged nipple while his strong hand mauled the other by clutching and pulling at the orb. Elisa responded to the confusion of simultaneous harsh and gentle play as she always did; with eager arousal. The men had learned early on she liked being handled this way.

  Zemos and Oret leaned her back, allowing Miragin access to her sex. Even with only one hand, he was perfectly capable of driving her wild. His deft fingers stroked her pussy, which had been rendered permanently hairless at Zemos’ command. Within seconds, Elisa was soaked, her honey flowing. Miragin wet his fingers as he petted her folds and rubbed her clit. Then, in perfect juxtaposition to the tender touching, he shoved two fingers inside her with force.

  Elisa arched backward with a cry. She would have fallen had the other two men not been there to hold her up. As always, her Dramok and Nobek kept her secure, their arms supporting her body so that she was more or less upright.

  While Miragin finger-fucked her trembling pussy, Oret switched breasts. Now he soothed the orb he’d tormented and tortured the one he’d been so gentle with. Elisa’s heady excitement grew as Zemos kissed her with tenderness one moment and with brutalizing demand the next. Her hands alternated clutching at the men, exploring their bodies through their clothes, and struggling a little. Elisa was drowning in erotic bliss, but she was also aware she was outdoors and naked. None of the area’s shuttle traffic patterns moved over this part of the clan’s property, but Oret and Miragin’s surviving parents lived nearby. They had a habit of stopping by frequently and unannounced.

  When Zemos moved his lips from hers to kiss more of her face, Elisa gasped, “Can we take this inside?”

  “No,” the Dramok answered. “We’re going to fuck you here and now.”

  “But if someone sees, it will be embarrassing.”

  “Then that someone will learn to com before they come over.”

  That got snickers from both Oret and Miragin. The men showed great love for their aging parents, treating them with care and consideration. However, after the first couple weeks of daily visits and after Zemos’ parents had gone back to their home a day’s travel away, the clan was ready for private time. Miragin had become eager to write, a near impossibility when his Imdiko father showed up five times a day to check and see if they needed anything and then stuck around to gossip.

  Then there was Oret’s Nobek father. He insisted on dropping by often to ruminate with his son on what the Bi’is kingdom might be up to and how the police might track down the Basma. Adding to the constant visiting, both men’s mothers were planning a big, formal clanning ceremony for them. The elderly Mataras were forever on the com or at the home suggesting dresses, ceremony sites, and reception details with Elisa.

  The thought of any of them coming upon the clan’s current activities had Elisa squirming. “I don’t want to get caught by your parents!”

  Zemos’ fist tightened in her hair. “Is this our home, my Matara?”

  She stared into his brilliant purple eyes and quieted under the intent gaze despite Oret’s mouthings and Miragin’s plunging fingers. “Yes, my Dramok.”

  “Am I head of this household?”

  “Yes, my Dramok.” She trembled, feeling his aura of power enveloping her.

  “Do I command this clan, including you?”

  “Yes, my Dramok.”

  He smiled a little. “It is my will to enjoy you, on my clan’s property, when I want and wherever I want. If I want to fuck my Matara in the middle of it outdoors in broad daylight, then that’s what I’ll do. If anyone is affronted by this, it’s their own damned fault for not checking before dropping by, especially since Miragin asked them to because he needs to write. Am I correct?”

  They would not be going inside. There was a chance they’d be seen. Elisa felt her guts curl a little at the thought. Yet Zemos’ steady gaze comforted her. She felt secure with him, with all three. It wasn’t the humiliation of being seen by the men’s parents that made her protest, embarrassing as that would be. It was old fears of being caught, of being punished with others jeering at her. It was the imagined horror of losing what mattered most to her.

  These were old terrors that no longer existed in her life. Elisa possessed all her dreams now, and she had the three men who would not let any of them be taken away. Sometimes she forgot she was safe. They never failed to remind her, with patience and understanding, as Zemos did now. Elisa relaxed.

  “You are right as always, Zemos,” she said. She suddenly giggled. “However, I know you’ll be sorry if the moms show up and make a fuss.”

  He laughed. “I’m willing to take the chance. You are too beautiful in the here and now to pause long enough to move somewhere else.”

  “Less talk. More fucking,” Oret muttered around a mouthful of breast. “I hate it when everyone gets distracted.”

  “Right,” Miragin said, his thumb circling Elisa’s clit to make her squeal. “Behave and enjoy your men, my Matara. You and I will be missing these two thugs soon enough.”

  Zemos snorted, but he gave the Imdiko a grin before he went back to kissing Elisa.

  She immersed herself in what they did to her body, shoving aside old traumas, new worries, and future sorrows. As Miragin had told her back on the ship, there was only the here and now. It was this moment she needed to concentrate on, this moment alone that she must live. Anything else was a waste of time and breath.

  The men made it easy with their hands and mouths on her, feasting and exploring with the most delightful decadence. Elisa made herself pliant to them, surrendering without any further hesitation. Her cries of excitement grew as they increased their attentions.

  Oret’s teeth scraped over her breasts, sending intense sensations galloping through her. Miragin’s fingers left her pussy to press into her ass, stretching her for the men’s use. His thumb entered her female sheath so he might fuck both orifices at the same time. Zemos never paused in stealing her breath with deep kisses as he reached down to capture her clit, rubbing to make her scream into his mouth.

  “That’s our girl,” Miragin whispered as she writhed helpless on his lap. “That’s our sweet little Elisa.”

  There was no thought of being caught by anyone now, friendly or not. There was only a feast of the senses. The demanding, exotic flavor of Zemos in her mouth. The blue-purple oceans of his eyes when she opened hers to gaze into them. Then spicy scent of Kalquorian arousal filling her nose. The suckling sound of Oret’s mouth on her breasts. The hardness of his teeth and rasp of his tongue abrading soft skin. The demanding thrusts of Miragin’s fingers deep inside her core. The shivery bright darts of pleasure as Zemos plucked at her engorged clitoris.

  The fire within swept hotter with every passing moment. Elisa had learned she did not need to chase completion. She trusted in it to come to her in its time, so she exercised patience. Anticipation of what would assuredly come in the care of her lovers was its own joy. Despite growing need, Elisa let herself accept mounting pleasure, trusting that Zemos, Oret, and Miragin would see her through.

  Now that Elisa had joined a clan, life was all about play. She had not let go of her burdens easily, but her mates insisted on shouldering the responsibility she had assumed for so long. They insisted in giving her the carefree life she’d been denied as a child. While Elisa didn’t descend thoughtlessly into wild abandon and demand instant gratification that a woman twenty or thirty years younger might have, she enjoyed herself. For the first time she experienced the freedom her youngest siblings had known. Best
of all, she had seen enough to appreciate it for the gift it truly was.

  At times like this, she gave herself utterly to the men who kept her safe. Elisa was able in this moment to concentrate on nothing but the gorgeous sensations they sent into her body. Cradled in the strong arms, loved better than any woman she’d known on Earth, she rode the blissful swells of passion rising to fill her.

  When Miragin emptied her of his fingers, Elisa did not protest. Though the hollow feeling of emptiness was unwelcome, she knew it was temporary. He would give her all she needed. He and the others would provide. The knowledge was as heady as their hands and mouths on her body.

  “I’m ready for my Matara,” the Imdiko said.

  Zemos broke his kiss to look at his clanmate. Miragin had freed his cocks from his trousers. They jutted straight up, glistening with arousal. The Dramok chuckled.

  “So you are. Judging from her moans, she is ready for you as well.”

  “Always,” Elisa murmured with a smile.

  “Then you will fuck him, my Matara. Up you go.”

  Oret drew back as Zemos’ arm went around Elisa’s waist. The Dramok helped to lift her, poising her over Miragin’s eager sexes. Oret adjusted his clanmate’s cocks, placing them so that when Zemos lowered Elisa down, they slipped inside her pussy and ass with ease.

  Elisa’s head fell back. She stared up at the sun peeking through the sapphire leaves of the tree overhead as she was filled with her Imdiko. On either side of her vision were the faces of Zemos and Oret, watching her pleasure as she accepted Miragin’s flesh with hers. The fierce visages showed unabashed lust, made greater by the joy of watching her. They might be eager for their turns, but they would not rush her and Miragin. Like her, they knew the quiet thrill of anticipation, of prolonging the inevitable end.

  The Imdiko’s cocks, thick with excitement, produced violent friction despite the unhurried way Elisa took them in. She moaned as her hair stood on end. The masculine flesh rubbed everything in just the right way, sending an onrush of molten tendrils snaking through her belly. She shuddered as Miragin went deeper and deeper inside. Then her pussy met his groin, and the tip of his primary cock kissed her cervix. A bellow of exaltation rumbled through Elisa’s core. She cried out, convulsing around the length of him. He groaned in delight.

  “Yes, my Matara. Oh, yes!”

  Zemos pulled his arm from her waist. He caressed her buttocks, stroking and squeezing as she settled on Miragin, adjusting to her lover’s length and girth. Oret rubbed her breasts, watching to see what made Elisa shiver, what touches prompted her to thrust into his hands. Miragin sat beneath her, watching her with half-closed eyes, his thumb drawing lazy circles around her clit as he smiled dreamily.

  Elisa steadied herself by leaning her hands on his chest. It was somehow enthralling to be naked and riding the Imdiko while he was still dressed. It made her feel both vulnerable and wanton all at once.

  “Fuck him, little one,” Zemos whispered. “Make him feel good.”

  Commanded by her Dramok, Elisa began to move, undulating to slide her sheaths up and down Miragin’s lengths. She rose and fell, and his hips moved to meet her, forcing him in almost painfully deep ... just as she liked it. Her breath caught as she served his needs.

  It was not serving as she had back on the ship or on Earth. In those places, there had been no reward. There had been little encouragement and no love to speak of. Here on Kalquor, however, here with her clan, there was more love than Elisa could conceive of. She received untold gratitude for the little her clan allowed her to give. There was even chastisement when they thought she gave too much. She was often reminded with gentle rebukes and even an occasional swat on the ass that they took care of her ... not the other way around.

  Sex was one of the few ways Elisa was allowed to reciprocate. She had made it a point to figure out exactly what the men liked and to perfect her performance.

  As her hips rose, releasing Miragin from her soft sleeves, Elisa clenched interior muscles, tightening around him. Miragin gasped. His gaze riveted on the sight of himself emerging from her, only to be swallowed up again. “Fuck,” he gasped.

  “That’s it,” Zemos hissed in Elisa’s ear. “Take him deep. Make him feel it. Good girl, Elisa.”

  Oret pinched her nipples, sending a delicious bite of sensation that jolted straight to her clit, where Miragin’s thumb endlessly circled. Elisa cried out, her mouth opening wide.

  Zemos’ finger wet itself on her tongue and spread the moisture over her lips. “That’s my sweet girl. Fuck those cocks.”

  Under their loving control, Elisa obeyed. She moved up and down on Miragin, pausing from time to time when she had him fully enclosed. At that point, she ground in small circles, flexing her pussy to make him cry out. Zemos and Oret urged Elisa on, with whispered instructions, caressing mouths, and demanding hands. Miragin continued to tease her clit. She trembled as they guided her lovemaking, awash in growing sensations. Her trembling grew to shivers. At last she shuddered under their control, quaking the way they always made her as climax approached.

  “That’s it, little Matara,” Oret said, pinching a nipple in a tight but careful grip. “Easy, now. Let it go, nice and easy.”

  Their constant attentions had brought Elisa to the breaking point. Every breath screamed from her lungs now as surges of roiling elation chased up and down her spine. Her belly was heavy with pressure with tiny flashes of brighter ecstasy firing, igniting the greater explosion.

  Miragin gasped, closing in on his own inevitable end. “Now, my sweet girl. Come for me now.”

  His finger and thumb seized on Elisa’s clit, rubbing it with gentle insistence between them, producing the flashpoint. Raw, ravening fire bellowed into her guts. Elisa’s body froze as orgasm blasted into being.

  Oret and Zemos held her steady as she writhed on top of Miragin, engulfed in searing pleasure. She was only slightly aware of the Imdiko’s cries added to hers as he filled her with his own release. For the most part there was the roar of completion and the strength of the men who provided her with it.

  At last she lay limp in their arms, her breaths as harsh as Miragin’s as they relaxed in the aftermath. All three men smiled down at her as if she’d done something they were quite proud of.

  “That was lovely,” Zemos told her. “I love seeing you pleasured so well.”

  “I look forward to seeing it again,” Oret added. “Shall we, my Dramok?”

  Elisa’s body felt like jelly. “Maybe you could give me a couple more minutes? It’s hard to keep up with men who are only a century older than me,” she sighed.

  “My little love, you have nothing to do but enjoy,” Zemos assured her, picking her up carefully so that Miragin’s softening cocks slipped out.

  Elisa pouted to lose the wonderful feeling of the Imdiko leaving her body. However, she knew the emptiness was only temporary. Despite her protestations that she needed a moment to recover, she was ready to be filled once more.

  Her pulse quickened as the men arranged her to their liking. Now she lay draped crosswise and face-down over Miragin’s thighs, as if to receive a spanking by the Imdiko. His good hand rubbed up and down her back, the touch warm and comforting.

  Zemos knelt on one side of Miragin’s lounge, in front of Elisa’s face. He gathered a handful of her hair and gently tugged her head back, putting her mouth on level with his avid groin. He opened the crotch of his pants, setting his cocks free. Elisa’s mouth watered at the delightful cinnamon-like smell of his body’s natural lubricant. She knew how good he tasted and had to restrain herself from grabbing hold and pulling him to her lips. Zemos, very much the dominant of their little family, insisted on being in control. He had no problem correcting any of them if they tried to insist otherwise.

  Elisa preferred letting the Dramok dictate his wants anyway. Making her men happy was always a priority, simply because they put her needs ahead of theirs. She was glad to indulge Zemos’ need to be in charge. He never abused the pr
ivilege.

  She saw the shudder that coursed through his mighty frame as he watched her ogle his erections. He said, “My sweet love. You have no idea what it does to me when you look at me with such hunger. How did I get so fortunate?”

  Elisa couldn’t help but be a little sassy with him. “Are you saying being captured and caged by renegade Earthers was a good thing?”

  He shook his head, but his smile was bright. “It ended well for me; I’ll grant you that. Be a good girl and open your mouth now.”

  She did so, moaning with pleasure as his primary cock slid across her tongue. The secondary rubbed against her chin and upper throat as he sheathed half his prick in her mouth. The sharp sweetness of him was a delight as it played against her tongue. Elisa swallowed his honey and stroked her tongue against him to beg for more. Meanwhile, her hands grasped the bases of his cocks, allowing his steady thrusts to move him in and out of her grip. Her eyes half-closed with pleasure, Elisa listened to Zemos moan.

  She felt a large body push between her legs, which dangled on the opposite side of Miragin’s hips. Oret was there, his hands cupping her buttocks and pressing them apart, opening her. Questing touches, probing her anus and pussy, let her know the Nobek was ready to fuck her. The hot tips of his cocks inserted themselves, sliding delicately inside. Elisa made herself relax to accept his larger penis in her ass, though Miragin had already stretched her enough to take him without much trouble. There was only the barest ache as Oret sleeved himself in her accepting body.

  Now it was Miragin encouraging her as he rubbed Elisa’s shoulders, back, and buttocks while his clanmates took their pleasure with her. “Good girl. You look so beautiful getting your mouth, pussy, and ass fucked at the same time. What a pretty girl you are.”

  Elisa didn’t know if she looked pretty or not. What mattered right now was that she was loved. It was in Zemos’ expression as he looked down at her. It was in Miragin’s urging voice. It was in the worshipful strokes of Oret’s hands on her thighs.