“Please,” he entreated.
“Please, what?”
“Please, may I taste you?”
“Do you want to lick my pussy, Piras?” Hope asked, watching his cocks jerk in reaction.
“Yes, ma’am.” He gave the answer she’d taught him to say, as respectful men and boys had addressed women when she’d been a girl.
“Do you want to suck my clit? Do you want to run your pretty tongue all over it to make me feel good?”
“Yes, ma’am. Please?” Piras was breathing faster, his eyes riveted on her inviting cunt.
“Can you be a very good Dramok and make me come? Because if you don’t, I’m going to be angry with you.”
“I’ll make you come. I promise.” He almost sobbed the words.
“All right. I’ll let you lick my pussy and kiss my clit. You may make me come, but you’re not allowed climax. No touching yourself, Piras. Only me.” Hope thought about warning him that doing so would result in Kila and Lokmi punishing him, but Piras might take it as an invitation to misbehave. He was submissive to the core, but he also had a slight masochistic streak. He enjoyed discipline too much to remind him of its potential.
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
“Go ahead. Make it good.”
Piras wasted no time, running his excitingly raspy tongue over her slit, gathering her juices. His lids hooded his eyes in pleasure as Hope’s breath caught and she arched in response. Kila and Lokmi watched their clanmate lap their soon-to-be clanmate’s pussy with avid attention, still holding her open. Kila leaned closer, his savage face near Piras’s.
“That’s it, boy. Lick her pussy. Make her moan.”
Piras buried his face in her softness, drawing the folds into his mouth and working them with his tongue. A thunderclap of pleasure resounded through her, and Hope cried out. Her hands landed on the back of his skull. She grabbed handfuls of his black hair, pulling him closer to grind against his face. “Yes!”
Piras worked her flesh with enthusiasm. After a few moments, it became too much. Hope couldn’t take the excruciating excitement. She released him and pushed him back to catch her breath. He gazed at her, his nose, mouth, and chin shiny with her pleasure. “Please, more,” he begged.
The painful exhilaration abated. “Yes. Put your tongue in me. Fuck me with it,” she said.
He smiled as if granted a treasure and obeyed. Hope relaxed as enjoyment simmered at a more manageable level, aided by Kila and Lokmi’s occasional kisses to her breasts. The pair contented themselves for most part with keeping her pussy spread and watching Piras serve her. Their excitement was marked by the swollen crotches of their uniforms. The heady mingled spicy scents of Kalquorian male arousal wafted from them.
Hope gripped Kila’s chin. She brought his grinning face to hers for a spine-shivering kiss. Meanwhile, Piras’s tongue speared into her over and over as Lokmi sucked delicately on her nipple. Kila plundered her mouth, causing her to ache anew. Gorgeous pressure built in her belly, making her feel tight. Pleasure coiled deep within, drawing taut, tying her in knots.
She broke free of Kila. “Clit, Piras. Lick it. Suck it. Make me come,” she gasped.
“Make her scream,” Lokmi growled at him.
Piras had been ardent before, but he went at her swollen nubbin with a fervor which drove Hope right to the edge of explosion. Perversely, she fought climax off. She wanted Piras to work for it, to earn the reward of having pleased her. Flashes of brilliance burst through her loins as he sucked the throbbing flesh, his tongue rubbing against it as he tried to draw orgasm from her. She gasped as control began to fray, as passion loosened the knots it had tied in her belly. She struggled to keep the impending destruction at bay, sneering at her lover even as words tumbled in ragged bursts from her lips.
“Is that…the best…you…can…do?”
For an answer, Piras shoved two fingers into her, the fingertips digging for the sweet spot. Hope kicked, trying to dislodge him, trying to keep him from winning their battle.
Piras would not be denied. He found the nest of nerves he searched for and rubbed with quick, hard friction, fingerfucking her like his life depended on it. At the same time, his tongue swept over her clit, igniting the fuse.
Hope felt the flame spark and catch. A moment later, the firestorm swept over her, billowing wide and burning her up from within. Surges of boiling passion swooped through in quick succession, demolishing her in a series of detonations. She screamed, peals of ecstasy streaming from her throat.
Minutes later, she lay wasted in the aftermath. Piras still knelt between her legs, appearing well-satisfied despite the swollen cocks which stood at right angles to his groin. Lokmi and Kila trailed fingers over her still-throbbing pussy, pausing to lick the copious wetness from time to time. Hope groaned in response to their touches. They kept her from being sated, maintaining a feeling of erotic restlessness. She wanted more but didn’t have the strength to claim it.
Lokmi chuckled and nuzzled her ear. “Ready to let go of the reins for the next round?”
She snorted, certain she knew what was about to happen. “Do I have a choice?”
“Always. But you know you don’t want one.”
He was right. Hope wasn’t like Piras in that she never wanted to take the lead in sex. Yet she did enjoy surrendering every bit as much, at least to Lokmi and Kila. It was a relief to give herself over and let them make the decisions.
“I’m yours. Tell me what you want. If I can get my arms and legs to move, I’ll give it to you.”
Imdiko and Nobek laughed. “The boy did do a good job,” Kila said, tossing Piras an approving glance. Their submissive Dramok beamed.
“Let’s have some fun,” Lokmi said. His fangs appeared in his grin.
“I like where this is going,” Kila agreed. He hooked Hope’s leg in the crook of his arm and bent to her thigh while Lokmi burrowed against the side of her neck.
They bit simultaneously. Hope inhaled sharply at the bright pain which vanished in an instant. She lay quiet, letting them intoxicate her with their venom.
Sweet wisps of contentment curled in her head as it took hold. Hope’s smiled as she fell into the spell of euphoria, settling into a quiet bliss that made everything warm with a rosy glow. She floated in contentment, at least where her consciousness was concerned.
However, her body had a different reaction. The slow pulse of desire which hadn’t quite died following climax beat faster. One by one, her nerve endings came alive, informing her of each touch, no matter how nuanced. The warmth of Lokmi’s breath against her neck spread over the entirety of her skin. The wet of his mouth was a balmy pool, as was Kila’s. Where the men’s hair fell was the touch of millions of feathers draping softly over her. Even the shifts of air current revealed themselves to Hope, making her tingle where they drifted past. She’d never felt so alive, so aware.
They pulled back, their fangs sliding out of her flesh, leaving tiny drops of blood that they licked away. Hope moaned and writhed. She felt their tongues on innocent skin as acutely as Piras’s had been on her clit. Her entire body was one erogenous zone, craving attention, wanting gratification.
Yet her mind remained peaceful, in blatant contrast to the flesh which was beginning to riot. The difference between her physical and mental state when she was under the influence of Kalquorian intoxicant fascinated Hope. She would have liked to examine the phenomenon, but relieving the growing desire always became paramount far too quickly.
Lokmi glanced at Kila. “I’d enjoy having her give us the same kind of attention Piras offered her.”
“That would be a nice way to start.”
Piras’s eyes lit with hope. “I could help.”
He lowered his gaze the moment Lokmi lifted a brow at him. “You may move to the end of the mat and watch. Put your hands behind you back. If I catch you playing with yourself, your ass will pay for it.”
Piras scooted to the end of the mat. Staying on his knees, he put his hands behin
d him and watched with clear want on his expression.
As she rolled onto her hands and knees, readying to service the other two, Hope felt a little sorry for Piras being left out. However, she perversely didn’t want to share with him. She eyed Kila and Lokmi’s bulging crotches with quiet greed.
Kila lay on his back and pulled the crotch of his uniform open, allowing his cocks to escape. They curved up and back, twin tapered towers leaning precipitously towards his abdomen.
Lokmi did the same, leaving enough space between himself and the Nobek for Hope to move between them. His cocks jutted straight up, proud stalagmites as hard as stone. “You won’t touch yourself either, love. Just us.”
Kila’s grin had taken on its dangerous aspect. He stroked her breast, sending shivers through her body. “We punish naughty Mataras as quick as we do disobedient Dramoks. Try to keep it in mind while you suck us.” He pinched her nipple, sending a shard of delicious agony through her breast.
“Yes, Nobek,” Hope said, but the thought of a spanking made her more excited than before. With her senses so alive, how much would such discipline hurt? As much as that exquisite pinch? She wiggled at the thought and wondered if she dared to find out.
For now, she wanted to fill her mouth and hands with her demanding lovers. She gave them an appealing look. “May I please serve you?”
Lokmi pulled on the stiff nipple Kila had not pinched. “Tell us what you wish to do.”
“I want to suck your cocks. Please, I need to suck them.” It wasn’t teasing patter. Hope felt she’d die without feeling those gorgeous staves sliding over her tongue.
“She makes a good case for it,” Kila said. “I like the desperate tone.” He gave her breast a sharp slap. Hope’s pussy clenched with want as she moaned.
“Yes. All right, my heart. Let me feel your mouth do what it does so well.”
Because Lokmi was the most demanding, Hope decided to attend to him first. However, her hands would serve both at the same time. She gripped Kila’s primary in one fist and Lokmi’s rear cock in the other. As they both sighed with simultaneous pleasure, she bent over the Imdiko’s groin. She enfolded the tip of him with her lips, giving the silky skin a lingering lick. Delicious. She peeked up at his face through the sheath of hair which had fallen forward over her face. His eyes were already glazing over.
Hands and head moved in tandem, serving the men. With their venom enhancing her senses, Hope was overcome with awareness of how it felt and tasted to give them their due enjoyment. Their skin was soft as velvet, smooth and taut of the iron power of their arousals. Coated in the slick lubrication of excitement, her hands slid easily up and down. The flavor of Lokmi’s was sweetish with a kick of spice. Hope knew from experience that Kila’s would be slightly deeper, with a musky undertone.
The vein on the underside of Lokmi’s main shaft beat steady and quick against her tongue. His skin was delightfully warm. She took him as deeply as she could, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated. She drew hard on him as she withdrew, enhancing his pleasure before releasing him, her lips making a soft popping sound as she did so. Then down again, claiming him so he groaned softly.
Hope gave him a couple of minutes before replacing her mouth with her hand. She moved over to Kila, whose gaze was dark and feral with want. Hope held his gaze, though her instinct was to shy away from its intensity. With Kila, she could be a bit more assertive. He didn’t mind, mostly because he enjoyed the opportunity to overcome another’s strength.
As she slid her mouth over his cock, Hope thought of how the three men and their different approaches were so very perfect for her as lovers. With Piras, she could exert all the control her demanding personality craved—and take care of him at the same time. With Lokmi, she need not worry about doing anything other than what she was told. She was the one to be cared for. With Kila, it could go either way, depending on their whims at the moment.
Outside of the bedroom, she was their equal, a fact they recognized. That she was being allowed to go with them as they carried on their mission was proof of it. They saw her as their counterpart, someone to respect. The moment they had agreed she could go with them had cemented her commitment to their clan.
She may not have the official name yet, but she would think of herself from that point forward as Matara Hope of Clan Piras. Their union was settled.
With profound love, even more than the intoxicant which helped drive her, Hope tasted and enjoyed the flesh of her Nobek and Imdiko in turn. Nearby, her Dramok watched, his gaze avid on the delights playing out before him.
When Hope returned to Lokmi for the fourth time, she discovered the pearly sweetness of pre-cum waiting for her on the tip of his larger cock. “Thank you,” she whispered to him as she dived to claim the prize.
He smiled as she moaned over its sweet-salty-spicy flavor. “You’ve done such a good job. Maybe you’d like the reward of more? Maybe you’d like it if I came in your mouth and let you swallow it?”
Hope shivered at hearing his fantasy. She enjoyed it when they talked of naughty things. To her, it was as exciting as them touching her breasts and pussy. She released Lokmi and said, “I’d love it, my Imdiko. Please, would you do that for me?”
For a moment, sentiment overcame his demanding expression. Hope thought it was because she’d call him my Imdiko. It was wonderful to see how much it signified to him, that it represented as much to him as it meant to her.
He gripped her upper arms, lifting her so he could kiss her. “I’d do anything for you, my Matara. Anything.”
Then he rose up on his knees, putting himself at the perfect level so he could feed her his upper cock. He cradling her face with tenderness as she accepted the offering on all fours. Her tongue lolled with decadent satisfaction over the length as it moved back and forth over it.
It wasn’t long before tree-trunk thighs pushed her legs apart from behind. Kila took his place, readying to fulfill her from the other direction. Hope thrust her hips back towards him, inviting him in. Her pussy, which had felt so empty and eager while she’d orally pleasured the two men, spasmed in anticipation of being invaded by the Nobek’s thick cock.
She got far more than she’d imagined. The tip of him moved inside easily, their combined wetness making penetration effortless. It was a blessing they were both so sodden from lust, because Kila had decided she would take both his cocks in her pussy. Hope shuddered with the thrilling strain as he drove inside in careful but demanding increments. When the electrifying pressure reached her hotspot, she squalled around the mouthful Lokmi thrust in her mouth. Hair-raising friction made her kick against the surface of the mat. Kila held her hips still, forcing her to accept his cautious invasion.
“That’s it, our lovely Matara,” Lokmi said, fucking her mouth with growing enthusiasm. “You had your fun taking what you wanted from Piras. Now it’s time to give us our fun as we take what we want from you.”
Kila’s groin snugged up tight to her, having stuffed her full of all he had. “That reminds me. Piras, make yourself useful. Come lick her sweet little clit while we fuck her.”
Piras wasted no time in obeying. The mat beneath Hope’s knees shifted, and the feeling of someone’s head between her thighs, the silky hair soft on her skin, told her what was happening. Feeling his well-known and well-loved tongue stroke her livid flesh nearly sent her straight up towards the ceiling.
“That was quite the jump,” Lokmi chuckled, his laughter low and a bit breathless as he continued to shove against her face.
Kila began to move as well, drawing back and driving forward, his dual manhood pressing with demand against her G-spot. “I guess we’re going to have to hold her still. She’s having a rough time staying in one place.”
Hope couldn’t help but jerk as all three men went at her at once. Her whole body was once again like a single sensual organ, each thrust and lick sending quakes through it. Jolt after jolt pounded her as Lokmi and Kila fucked and Piras mouthed. Even the Imdiko and Nobek’s hand
s holding her felt erotic, keeping her in place for delights too intense to not try to run from.
Escape was impossible, and Hope’s cries rang continuously, though they were muffled by Lokmi’s use. She quivered violently, made to take pleasure so forceful that she thought it might destroy her. Ecstasy was the sweetest agony, a pleasure far too incredible to be lived through.
Orgasm built swiftly, her body’s only defense against the vehement pulses threatening to rend her to pieces. It clawed its way through her, making Hope shriek as the men pounded still more rapture into her.
“Keep her screaming, boy,” Kila snarled. Piras flicked his tongue over her clit with more enthusiasm than before.
The hardest convulsion hit when Lokmi’s cock jetted his delectable bliss over her tongue. He groaned with each pulse he poured down her throat, a counterpoint to her wild cries.
Kila held off for perhaps a minute more, his groin slapping against her ass louder and louder, punctuating the growls which eddied from his throat. At last he gave in, his groan of completion almost loud enough to be counted as a roar.
Hope continued to sob even as Lokmi and Kila went still. Neither had told Piras to stop his attentions, and so he continued to draw spasms of star-bright pleasure from her. Later, Hope would tell him to register his tongue as a lethal weapon.
For the moment, however, she was forced to climax, with Lokmi and Kila keeping their sated cocks warm in her mouth and pussy.
At last, they withdrew. As soon as they released her, she shoved Piras away and collapsed facedown on the bed. Her overwrought body twitched.
Little by little, Hope relaxed. She drowsed between the men as supreme satisfaction settled over her with a warm glow. She drifted on a sea of contentment, radiant in the joy of loving and being loved.
“My Matara?” A hesitant voice whispered nearby.
Hope opened her eyes and pushed back her black hair to look at the speaker. Piras crouched next to her legs, not quite daring to touch her. His cocks were dark and livid spears, unrequited while the rest had achieved gratification.
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