Shalia's Diary Book 11
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“I think she does want to climax for us.” Cifa’s whisper warmed my ear. “I believe she wants it badly.” He shifted the pressure of his fingers as he used them to fuck me, searching for the grouping of nerves that felt best. I shuddered, helpless to stop him from tormenting me.
He found what he was looking for, sending a blast of exaltation through my entire body as he applied demanding friction to my g-spot. Tears ran from my eyes as the men brought me to the brink and kept me there, hovering a hairsbreadth from orgasm. I squalled against the cock plunging between my lips. The sound was desperate and beseeching.
“That’s our girl,” Seot grunted. He laced his fingers at the back of my head, holding me in place as he picked up the tempo. “Keep asking us to fuck you just that way.”
As if I had a choice. I cried out over and over as they tormented me, my thoughts falling to dust as near-completion danced out of reach. I struggled, though with Seot imprisoning my head, my wrists bound, and me on my knees, I had nowhere to flee.
Only when Seot started coating my tongue with pre-cum with each thrust did it end. “Close,” he panted, withdrawing from my moaning mouth. “Cifa, do you need a turn?”
My Imdiko’s eyes were dark as he shook his head. “I’m too aroused, imagining putting a baby in her. I’m afraid I won’t last long.”
“Would you like to go first?”
Cifa gave Seot his most adoring smile. “Thank you, my Dramok. It would be a privilege.”
The trio suddenly turned tender. The nipple clamps were removed. The stinging pain was soothed with kisses. Only when I stopped hissing with agony did Larten loosen my wrists. They lifted me from the rug and placed me in the middle of our sleeping mat. Seot and Larten surrounded me on either side as Cifa knelt between my legs.
“I’m more than ready, but you smell too divine to not taste,” my Imdiko sighed. He bent to my drenched pussy and bestowed long, lingering licks while our clanmates held my legs apart for him. I groaned to feel that wonderfully rough tongue exploring each crevice. Cifa lapped every drop of my excitement and produced far more. As I cried out at the surges of heat flaring in my belly, Larten and Seot took turns kissing me, swallowing my moans.
I squirmed wildly when Cifa sucked on my clit, his tongue lashing it. He brought me up to the edge, right to the moment when the first spasm of climax was about to happen. Then he backed off and looked me over as I keened with loss.
“My Matara,” he murmured, stroking his main cock. “Mother of my daughter and the children to come. I love you so much.”
With that, Cifa bent over me, crouching low as he brought his cocks to my pussy and ass. He positioned them, inserting the tips in me just enough that my openings began to spread, yielding to him. Then he drove in all the way in one thrust, taking me with strength.
The pain of the sudden claiming was exactly the kind I adore best. All at once I was filled to the brim, Cifa’s groin colliding with my clit, grinding against me as he rubbed in tight circles. I almost came that very second. He drew out slowly, making me feel each inch of his iron lengths until he was in danger of slipping out.
He plunged back in, harder and faster than before. Blinding whiteness exploded before my eyes. My entire abdomen heaved as violent passion consumed me. The friction and fullness of his thick shafts kept the lightning strikes coming, producing shock after shock of burning rapture that sizzled to the ends of my fingers and toes. I was aware of my body writhing like a serpent’s, of wild cries streaming from my throat, of Seot and Larten pinning me down as Cifa thudded harder and harder against me, his face working as his own end approached.
His cocks jolted within me. He shouted with the power of it. I had yet another massive surge, responding to his surrender to passion. We lost ourselves in each other, in our shared motivation to make something more than simple pleasure.
Cifa gave ground to Larten. Though my Nobek appeared bestial with need, he was careful—perhaps because he knew how easily he could succumb to an animal drive that would destroy rather than create. He consumed me by wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight to himself as he sank his cocks within my flesh.
“My Matara. Lifebringer,” he whispered in my ear, his weight solid on me, pinning me in the most wonderful of predicaments.
Because he held me so close, his thrusts didn’t have the space to be powerful. Instead, his hips ground into me, pushing in slight but wonderful ways, ways that had me lighting up again before I would have believed it possible. His angle was such that he collided with my interior hotspot. My clit was in constant contact with his groin, the swollen flesh abraded until I took flight again.
“Yes,” Larten groaned as my pussy convulsed around his shaft. “Oh ancestors, yes.”
He moved so that my hips tilted farther up, my ass half-lifted off the mat. I was angled better than before, and I shattered anew. I clawed at his back, unable to keep myself from doing so. He growled and became more demanding, more determined to fuse us into a single entity.
I was on fire. My scalp crackled with it. My body felt filled with melting bits, flaring to ignition as he held me trapped, burning me, scalding me, devastating me. I expected to see smoke rising from our melded bodies, to watch Larten combust from the heat rolling off of me.
Instead, he shuddered violently, his whole frame quaking around me. Shaking me with the strength of his need. He went still for a bare second, long enough for me to feel the throbbing of his manhood inside me, filling me with his seed, making me come for him yet again. Even afterward, he kept rubbing against me, forcing every spark of reaction from my somehow still-avid body. Then finally, we shared the sweetness of simply holding each other, gasping in the aftermath, hanging on to prolong the astounding union we’d shared for far too short of an interval. Because with any of them, no amount of eternity was long enough. I knew it never would be, rendering each second more precious than the last.
Finally, Larten reluctantly parted from me. His expression said he felt each exact emotion that I did. He looked to our clan leader with a grateful demeanor. “Thank you for your patience, my Dramok.”
“It appeared intense,” Seot smiled. “I would not part the two of you in a moment like that for the world.”
“You are, as always, generous to a fault.”
Seot’s face split in a big grin. “Or it could be that since I am last, I can take all the time I wish as well. No clanmate is left to get out of the way for.”
We all chuckled at that. Then we all turned as one to the monitor on the wall as Anrel’s cry split the air. She kicked in her crib, seemingly fine.
“I’ve got her,” Cifa said as he yanked on his pants. He was out the door in a twinkling. A moment later, his soothing voice quieted Anrel’s wails as he picked her up and rocked her in his arms.
“Should I leave you two alone for my Dramok’s turn in the baby-making sweepstakes?” Larten joked.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind you helping me with that,” Seot grinned, his eyes lighting as an idea occurred to him.
“Oh, not feeling up to it?”
Seot indicated his avid cocks. “Don’t I look up to it? I thought you might make a nice piece of furniture though. Remember the fuck chair on the ship?”
Larten did remember it well, as I did. He needed no further instruction, propping himself up on pillows and motioning me over to lean against him, sitting between his legs. When I did so, my spine lined up against the middle of his stomach. My head pillowed against his chest. He grasped the backs of my knees and lifted them up and out.
“That’s what I was after. Thank you, my Nobek.” Seot crawled up to kiss me, awakening my libido yet again with his practiced lips and tongue.
He took advantage of how Larten held me open for him, sliding into me with ease. I was delighted to run my hands over his muscled shoulders, his perfectly cut chest, his too-stunning face. I sighed, thrilled to have him deep inside me. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m glad you feel that way,” he s
aid, his gaze softening as he gazed at me. “I know I feel more fortunate than a man has a right to.”
Ha! This poor man hasn’t got a clue. I won him and his clan, the trophy above all trophies. He ended up with me—a mess of a person who forgets to appreciate him the way he deserves. But with our bodies melded together, moving against each other in that sweetest of sharing, I appreciated him in that moment. Sometimes I figure it out. I’m glad when I do.
Our breathing rose as we made love, growing louder as longing drove us hard against each other. Every inch of my being turned into an eager craving for Seot. He delved into me, feeding me his cocks though I only hungered for more. I grabbed his plunging ass in my hands, marveling at the way it flexed as he pressed ever deeper until his cock tip grazed my cervix, sending profound shocks of hurting exaltation shivering through my body. Excited by my cries, Seot shoved into me harder, forcing me to accept all of him.
I kicked my feet into the air, held aloft by Larten’s sure grip. Taking Seot’s insistent thrusts was ecstatic torment, sending me towards glorious devastation. Then it was on me; a searing cataclysm that raged through my senses, enhanced by the feeling of his shafts jerking inside my walls, filling me with his seed, sending it deep within.
I don’t know if we made a baby, but we sure as hell had fun. It was the kind of night where no one sleeps—except Anrel, once Cifa got her to calm down from whatever had disturbed her slumber. Who needs rest when there is so much love to share? So much love to make? So much joy to possess?
I’ve never been so happy, filled with such a sense of completeness. I hope it will last forever.
Other books by Tracy St. John available at Amazon:
Unholy Union
The Font
To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue
THE CLANS OF KALQUOR SERIES:
Alien Embrace
Alien Rule
Alien Conquest
Alien Salvation
Alien Slave
Alien Interludes: Clans of Kalquor Short Stories
Alien Redemption
Alien Refuge
Alien Caged
Alien Indiscretions
Alien Hostage
Alien Revolt
CLAN BEGINNINGS
To Clan and Conquer
Clan and Conviction
Clan, Honor, and Empire
Clan and Crown
Clan and Command
OTHER CLANS OF KALQUOR BOOKS
Sister Katherine
Michaela
Shalia’s Diary Book 1
Shalia’s Diary Book 2
Shalia’s Diary Book 3
Shalia’s Diary Book 4
Shalia’s Diary Book 5
Shalia’s Diary Book 6
Shalia’s Diary Book 7
Shalia’s Diary Book 8
Shalia’s Diary Book 9
Shalia’s Diary Book 10
THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:
Drop Dead Sexy
Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
Animal Attraction
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