“You guys need to put in for a bigger bed,” I noted. Three Kalquorians on a double? No freakin’ way.
“We’ll use the floor. There’s plenty of that,” Weln said. There was a sadness in his eyes, and after a few moments, I thought I understood. Dusa and Esak weren’t going to be around long enough for them to bother getting a larger bed.
Weln and I weren’t given much time to mope with the realization. Dusa turned to his Imdiko. “Tutlito tolp,” he said, which sounded like so much gibberish to me. “As my new clanmate, I give you choice of position.”
Weln’s eyes grew large at that. All grief had been magically erased. “Oh,” he breathed. “Front, my Dramok. But do you think she can—?”
“If properly prepared. The wine has made her very relaxed, which will help.” Dusa’s face had gone a little dangerous as he looked at me, which made me excited enough to puddle my panties. “I like how the dress I gave you looks, but I think I’d rather see you without it,” he told me.
I lost no time fumbling with the dress seams. “I can do that.”
“Please, let us help.”
“What nice guys,” I teased as big hands unsealed the closures, letting the dress fall to the floor. Bra and panties were peeled away to leave me naked.
Three big, strong men lifted me up and laid me on the too-small bed. “I thought you said we were going to do it on the floor?” I asked.
“We’ll get there,” Dusa said. He stroked my pussy. “Wet already. Good girl.”
“Always ready to please,” I sighed, falling under the spell of caressing hands and mouths. They weren’t wasting any time when it came to touching me all over. Dusa was already pumping into my sex with two fingers, his thumb brushing my clit. I groaned and arched beneath the assault.
It was especially good to have Esak back to full strength. His mouth found mine and I moaned as he eagerly kissed me. He tasted of the whiskey-like kloq, spicy arousal, and pure male. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trading tongue strokes as if I’d devour him.
Weln’s mouth was busy too, sucking hungrily on one of my breasts while his hand treated the other to an erotic mauling. Waves of pleasure flowed from every point of contact, making me slick for Dusa’s pleasuring. My hips jerked as he added a third finger to my depths. I matched his rhythm until I was fucking his fingers rather than vice versa.
Dusa’s fingertips collided with my interior hot spot, making me cry out in Esak’s mouth. My feet thudded against the bed’s surface as I kicked in reaction. A gentle nip from Weln’s teeth brought a brief spark of pain that almost immediately turned to pleasure. I writhed beneath the three men, helpless and happy to be that way.
“I think we’re ready to move to the floor,” Dusa said a few minutes later. His fingers slipped out of me. The other two withdrew too, leaving me gasping and reaching for them.
“Primary only to start,” Dusa told Weln. He grabbed my ankles and tugged me to the end of the bed. I blinked. When had he taken his clothes off? For that matter, when had they all gotten naked? Sheesh, I’d been out of my mind with enjoyment. No way I was that drunk.
Weln picked me up. “Put your legs around my waist,” he invited.
I did so, feeling his twin prods branding my underparts. I wriggled, more than ready to have him inside. He chuckled at my enthusiasm and kneeled on the carpeting. With one arm holding me, he reached beneath me and positioned himself to enter.
I groaned as he filled me. His cock traveled deep within, hitting that magic spot to make me warble like a bird with the sweetness. It was so good that at first I didn’t notice his rear cock hadn’t gone into my butt. Instead, it slipped between my ass cheeks, leaving a slick trail.
Weln moved carefully, not only in and out, but grinding in slow circles as well. The sensation was incredible, and I completely forgot to mention the lack of rear entry. He kissed me with sensual slowness, tasting every bit of my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, twining mine around it. Damn, it felt so good to be loved the way that Imdiko was loving me. He did it like a connoisseur enjoying a gourmet dinner with fine wine. I don’t think any of them has ever taken me in such a delicious way.
“Try it. Carefully.” Dusa’s voice was right in my ear.
I was about to ask him what it was I was supposed to try when Weln withdrew almost all the way, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me. I didn’t like the loss one bit, and I whimpered a protest. Weln smiled sweetly at me, his hand working beneath me once more. Then pressure was renewed and I sighed, happy to welcome him back inside.
The thickness forging into me was more than before. This time it stretched me harshly as Weln pulled me down and angled his hips up. I gasped.
“Stay easy, Shalia,” he whispered. “Take a little at a time so you can adjust. Just relax.”
Relax? It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him when was the last time he took two dicks at once, but I had forgotten how to talk. All I could do was stare into his face with wide eyes as he crept slowly up inside me.
I moaned as my body fought the stretch. Weln paused. “Easy,” he coaxed me. “Breathe. Relax.”
Fingers stroked through my hair, and I became aware of Dusa and Esak kneeling on either side of us. Despite the ache in my loins, arousal spiked to see them there, to have them watching what Weln was doing to me.
Dusa’s smile was at once encouraging and gently determined. “You can do this. This and much more. Deep breaths, my pretty one.”
If they wanted it, I wanted it. I wasn’t sure Weln wouldn’t split me in half, but I nodded and concentrated on my breathing. Little by little, my body eased to the point where Weln’s double thicknesses were almost comfortable.
“Good girl.” All three men kissed my face, rewarding me.
Weln pressed deeper again, going slowly until I said, “Wait! Please, just a moment.”
“Nearly there,” he reassured me, stopping.
“Let go of the tension, Shalia,” Esak coached me. “You’re doing it. You’re going to make it.”
“Trust us to take care of you,” Dusa added. “We won’t let you be hurt.”
Twice more Weln had to stop and give me time to adjust. At last, the Imdiko sighed and smiled at me.
“All the way in, my beauty. You did it.”
From the pride in his voice, you’d think I’d managed to run a marathon. Even crazier, I felt a rush of pure pleasure at having made him happy.
Damn, I was full. Stuffed to the brim with Kalquorian cocks. The stroking hands of the three men gentled me though, and after not too long, I was perfectly fine with being crammed tight.
Then Weln started stroking in and out. He couldn’t move fast or much, but oh my gosh. The thick friction moving through me hit EVERYTHING good. My head fell back, and I yelled at the ceiling. The thunderclap of bliss radiated from my womb all the way up to my skull. I kicked and clawed.
Deep, masculine chuckles greeted my reaction. “Does it feel good, Shalia?” Esak’s voice rumbled in my ear.
I yelled again. My innards were corkscrewing tight, heading to the breaking point as Weln kept thrusting. My vision was full of bright purple eyes and white-toothed smiles set in dark faces.
Dusa shifted around so he was behind me. Without missing a beat, Weln rose up on his knees. I felt the clan leader pressing up behind me. The burning heat of his front cock against the tight bud of my anus.
“Can’t,” I gasped. “Too much!”
“You can,” Dusa assured me. “Earther women who have joined clans have done it. Just relax and trust us.”
I trust Dusa with all my heart and soul, I truly do, but I didn’t think this was possible. I grabbed hold of Weln’s shoulders and tried to pull myself off the two cocks embedded in me and the one slowly inching its way inside. The trouble was I was trapped between two very strong men who were holding me still.
“Shalia, calm down,” Dusa chastised me. “Is it hurting?”
Well no, it wasn’t hurting, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either
. I was crammed full and they were trying to put more in. I suddenly realized how a turkey must feel at Thanksgiving with all that stuffing going up where its butt used to be.
“You can’t fit all that in me,” I squalled. “You’re both as big as bulls and I’m too small!”
“I’m already halfway in.” I couldn’t tell if Dusa was breathless from laughing or because he was enjoying the tight fit. I’m betting on hilarity.
“You are?” Maybe I could do this then. But I had to have a good reason since it was just so … weird. “Why are you so determined for this to happen?”
Weln stroked my hair. “It is tutlito tolp. Ultimate possession.”
He said it like that should make the matter crystal clear. Obviously, it didn’t.
“What are you talking about?” I hissed as the first real pain sizzled up my backside. Dusa immediately halted his inward journey.
Esak was the one who answered me. “When a woman gives herself to the three men of a clan like this, it shows she trusts them with her well-being. It is very meaningful to the men that she surrenders herself in such a way.”
I thought I was getting a glimmer of what was happening here. “I can’t clan with you, because you haven’t had the three male members in the clan for a year. So this…”
Dusa finished the statement. “This is the closest we can come to declaring you as our choice for Matara, though it is not possible. It is something we all want very much.”
The emotion in his voice could have broken my heart. He loved me. I knew it in that moment. Maybe Esak too, given the sadness on his face. Weln and I hadn’t been close enough for long enough to make that call. But even he looked a little misty at that moment.
It was more than sex or a crazy position to brag about to their friends. This tutlito tolp thing meant a lot to them.
Who was I to deny them on Weln’s official clanning day? So I relaxed for a moment. Only a moment, because it occurred to me that I didn’t know where Esak’s equipment was supposed to end up.
“Um, you know I can’t take two up my butt, right? I mean, there’s trust and then there’s insanity.”
They burst into laughter, chasing the sadness away. “Shalia, Shalia,” Dusa gasped between guffaws. “You are already crazy.”
Weln laughed so hard he had tears streaking down his cheeks. “Dusa’s anal cock stays out, and Esak gets your mouth.”
I grinned, relieved to see them all feeling better. “Just so we’re clear on that.”
The time we’d spent discussing how many pricks and where they would go had given me time to adjust to three cocks. Good heavens, it looks crazy written down here. But I did it. With time and care, I ended up with the Triple Cock Crown.
It still wasn’t so comfortable. I had the idea I wouldn’t get anything out of this encounter; it was just too much. But for my boys, I was willing. I wanted them to have something to remember me by.
With Dusa fully seated inside me, Weln slid outwards. It was a relief to feel him go, plus I got that toe curling pleasure of him rubbing so hard against that interior spot. There was good stuff to be had after all, it would seem. Then he shoved back in me. As he did that, Dusa slipped out. Okay. Definitely good stuff. With that rhythm established of one exiting as the other entered, I was feeling that heady rush of ecstasy again. My head fell back on Dusa’s shoulder and I groaned. I rocked between them, getting fucked like I’d never been before. Fire blazed in my belly, turning me hot and molten.
Firm fingers closed on my chin and turned my head to the side. Two big cocks floated in front of my face, and I opened my mouth. The larger one on top zeroed in, spreading my lips wide as it entered. I moaned around Esak’s primary prick, sucking on his juices thirstily.
He gripped my face between his hands. His hips rocked, filling my mouth with iron heat and withdrawing until only the tip remained. I lashed it with my tongue until it drove in again.
Okay, NOW I was being fucked like I’d never been before. I held onto Weln’s shoulders as the men heaved and bucked and drove against me. It seemed to me I was the steady rock of the group, absorbing their passion, making myself their center. Through me this new clan was joined and made one.
Their gasps and moans filled my ears as they worked to realize their union. I opened and gave them everything I had, bonding them together with me. I realize it may sound corny, but that was how it felt. It was like the earlier ceremony with its fine words and vows had only been the beginning of the actual ritual. This was when Weln was actually made a member of the clan … and me too, if only for a fleeting moment.
While we were like that, I was Clan Dusa’s Matara, in everything but lawful recognition. It was a beautiful instant in time.
I went first, screaming against Esak’s rigid cock. A moment later Weln’s shouts joined in, his cocks throbbing as he emptied into me. Dusa and Esak came at nearly the same moment, filling my ass and mouth with their sweetness. We jerked and thudded against one another, ungainly in our desperate, sated pleasure. Someone bit my shoulder. I know I clawed flesh where ever my fingernails could find it. We sanctified our union with blood and semen, a violently passionate draught.
It was with great care that the men disentangled themselves from me several minutes later. Before the endorphins could cease their work, Weln dosed me with pain inhibitor. Himself too, as he was covered with deep scratches from me.
“Good thing you were prepared,” I sighed as Dusa worked to clean up the tiny bit of blood his teeth had drawn. Weln had bitten him much harder, nearly taking out a chunk of the side of the Dramok’s neck.
Esak grinned. He’d come out the most unscathed of the bunch. Other than the scratches I’d torn into his thighs, he was right as rain. “It’s our clanning day,” he told me. “It would be stupid to not lay in a supply of first aid.”
Kalquorians. What wonderful brutes they are.
November 1
Well, All Hallow’s Eve was appropriately evil for me. I think the Church would have approved of my getting into trouble as a little payback for the awful sinner I am. At least I’m alive. That’s what I keep reminding myself.
The Academy suffered another attack. This time the Earthers on the outside launched a rocket at us. Yeah, I’m talking big boom, and wouldn’t you know it landed on the path not too far from my dorm?
I was on my computer, putting the finishing touches on editing Clan Dusa’s clanning ceremony. I was feeling pretty darn good because it turned out so nice. Those lapel recorders really did do the trick.
Suddenly there was a kind of whining sound, then a huge BOOM. Everything around me shook with the force of it. I fell right out of the bed where I was being lazy. Good thing too, because if I’d been working at the little dining table by the front of the room, there might not be a Shalia to note all this down.
That’s where everything caved right the hell in. The wall just flat out crumbled before my eyes. At that point survival instinct kicked in and I got moving, so I didn’t see the whole collapse. I ran to the bathroom, still clutching my computer though I wouldn’t realize I’d done so until later. I jumped into the tub. I’m not sure why, except isn’t that what they tell you to do if you’re caught in a hurricane? Anyway, that’s where I ended up, huddled and screaming as the world shuddered violently all around. Everything went dark and finally stopped shaking after seconds that felt like hours. I could still hear the ceiling over me groaning, and I realized there were more rooms on the floor above mine. I screamed for a little while, convinced the whole shooting match was about to fall in on top of me.
Even though I couldn’t see anything, I realized the collapse in the front of my quarters had sent a bunch of dust flying. That’s what got me to stop shrieking like a hysterical banshee, because you can’t go all damsel-in-distress when you’re coughing your lungs out.
I crawled out of the tub and went feeling around for a towel or washcloth. I found the small hand towel hanging by its usual spot next to the bathroom door and felt around until
I had the sink’s faucet running. I wet the towel and put it over my nose and mouth. That helped with the choking at least, and I managed to calm down.
I bumped my way out of the bathroom. There was no light at all. It had been beaming in through the window only seconds before. Now I was blind in what seemed to be an eternal night. Meanwhile, the ceiling kept right on groaning, like it was a damned soul in torment. I really thought it was going to collapse right on my head at any moment.
I stumbled back into the bathroom. I noticed a small green light in the tub area, and recognized it as my computer’s power indicator. It was then that I realized I had brought it with me. I headed for that tiny spark of illumination, sobbing like I’d been given the keys to heaven. Being in pitch black fucks with your head, especially when you don’t know how bad the situation is. I was happy to see that tiny dot of green.
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