Dominance Fury

by Dominance Fury (lit)

  Arjim…

  Could you please stop pinching my nipple?

  I don't think so, Arjim returned. We crave to touch you.

  Well I crave, I feel … oh!

  Though Sydney couldn't quite see him, she sensed a presence. The entity pressed along the length of her backside--intangible, yet perceivable, his warmth wrapping her, permeating her, charging her insides. A firm, muscled arm swept around her hip, the palm of his hand slipping between her legs to caress her inner thigh. Slowly he moved in an upward motion, his gentle touch so stimulating it caused Sydney's breath to hitch as she paused to savor the heady feeling. It was then she realized the ringing in her ears had ceased. So had the pain.

  Hey, I don't feel anything!

  They misinterpreted what she meant.

  A palm flattened on her lower belly enhancing the needy ache that was blossoming down below. He increased the pressure, the slightness of it still enough to cause her clit to tingle, and her inner muscles tightened. Wetness began to seep from her vagina when he pulled her firmly against his body. Her female muscles clenched tightly, begging for the unmistakable throbbing mass of male hardness that had taken up residence in the crease of her ass.

  Do you feel that, Tina? He cocked his hips, allowing the rigid shaft to slide against her backside. It was Calem. How she knew that without actually being able to see him was amazing, but nevertheless, she did. His touch was so familiar it was as if he'd never left her. She wanted him, needed him, craved him. She wanted them. The notion was crazy! Yet there it was. Her sexual urges were crazed to experience the touch of both men … together, one without the other somehow seemed incomplete.

  Now how in haywire libidos is that supposed to work? Sydney attempted to relax her mind and body, as in the past it would give them the ability to access her mind. With her thoughts open, ready to speak, it occurred rather abruptly to Sydney that she was too lucid to be asleep, and if that was true, then what planet of consciousness did she happen to be on?

  Not the planet Earth, sweet woman, Arjim spoke. You are departed from your planet, from you entire galaxy. The Divinities have brought you to us so that we might claim you.

  Before she could respond his lips took pleasure on her mouth, his tongue dipping in to taste her. A longing that spanned her life time stirred memories of an earlier day when they had once kissed her sweetly and with innocence. Yes, in the past she could always tell them apart. She could tell them apart now even though she could only feel their presence. At the moment Sydney couldn't care less as to how or why. Her libido was too busy going rampant at the exquisite arousal created by mouths and hands that indulged themselves all over her body.

  Yes, she gasped as his hand slipped between her legs, and since she barely had any clothes on, he was able to easily brush the cloth aside to deftly rub his fingers on her pussy, the push on her clit as he rubbed her so perfect that Sydney couldn't help but squirm.

  Soon I will lick you here, Tina.

  Now would be good, Sydney rasped out, thrusting her pelvis at him. She drew up legs and opened for him. He hesitated for several tormenting seconds but finally obliged her, moving his head downward, finding and suckling on one of her labia, and then the other. Sydney groaned, gyrating her pelvis in a quest for more.

  Lips touched her throat.

  Calem…

  So lovely in passion, he whispered.

  His hand slid over her lower belly and he began a slow circular pattern, massaging the concave area above her mons, teasing an ardent response from her g-spot, his massaging fingers working in tandem with Arjim's tongue, now licking her inner lips and swelling clit while circling a finger at the outer edge of her vagina. Sydney's head fell back, and she moaned. Oh damn they had some skills … and if they continued as they were … I'm going to cum.

  Lovely, virgin woman, Calem growled low and nipped the flesh where her shoulder met her neck, just in the place where her nerves were most sensitive. She shuddered, the sensation spreading, a euphoric yearning devouring her entire body. Sydney arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward. She could feel her nipples stiffen, jutting, begging to be touched. Our mate, Calem suckled one of them, wetting the material of her top. Impatiently he untied the knot that held the cloth together, his mouth seeking her now naked breasts. They both moved on them, each drawing a breast into their mouths, their fingers now urging her on, Calem rubbing her clit, Arjim prodding her opening, gently sliding in and out of her, yet avoiding her hymen.

  My playmates, Sydney gasped at the gloriously erotic sensations. Without reservation she slid her hands downward, aching to touch them, to stroke the erections prodding her. They felt wonderful. Hard and hot, she ran her thumbs over the heads of their shafts, wetting the tips with the moisture seeping from them. Their growls of pleasure thrilled her, encouraged her, and she pumped their cocks, relishing in how hard they were and the opposing shapes of their shafts, Calem's curving upward and Arjim's curving down. She hungered to fit them together, fit them inside of her. I've missed you so much.

  As we have missed you sweet Tina, Arjim whispered. Now cum for us lovely woman.

  She was almost there … almost ….

  Sydney rocked against Calem's stroking hips, tried to bear down on fingers pumping in shallow thrusts inside of her, but it wasn't enough and she whimpered in frustration. Sensing her desperate need, Calem sucked her nipple one last time before sliding his lips to plant kisses along her flesh, moving over her stomach and then lower, to her thigh, and then across her mons as Arjim moved his hand aside. They both licked at her clit briefly, two tongues, wet and seeking, lapping her pussy, urging her excitement, drawing her closer to orgasmic release.

  They shifted with Calem settling his face fully between her thighs. He began lapping at her, rhythmic strokes with his tongue against her swollen bud, and she cried, her pleasure rising.

  Arjim slipped alongside her, cupped her chin, kissed her mouth.

  "Such beauty, our Tina," he whispered. His hand sought her breasts and he massaged her nipples, rolled them, pinched them gently, and she panted, strained, pushed at Calem's mouth as he licked her steadily.

  Sydney clenched Arim's hair and he wrapped his arms around her, angling her upper body against his chest, holding her firmly as she arched, her body stiffening, and then gasped out as her body seized and shuddered in climatic ecstasy.

  Oh my god … oh my god, Sydney gasped, listening to Calem groan as he lapped at her juices now flowing from her. Arjim nuzzled her neck, kissed her chin, her breasts and drew her closer, cradling her to him as she continued heaving for air before finally drawing in a long breath and sighing. She went limp.

  I always, I never … She couldn't finish the words. All she could do was savor the after burn of sexual desire now gratified.

  Come to us, She'ami, Arjim whispered low. As he spoke his arms slipped away from her. Calem's did the same, his head sliding from between her thighs, and she could feel them receding.

  No, please don't go. Stay and play with me …. no don't let go ….

  Sydney! Who are you talking to? A voice from the distant past infringed on her thoughts.

  No one mommy.

  I've told you honey, you have to stop this. Kevin, I'm worried.

  Sydney grimaced at the echoing recollection of her mother's concerned words and her father's frown as he looked down upon her. She'd felt so small then, so, so tiny, swallowed by her parents' disappointment. Something was wrong with her, and it was their mission to determine what it was. Multiple visits to the shrinks and brain scans that found no abnormalities, the constant poking and prodding and persuading her there were no voices that Sydney was so convinced she could hear was enough in and of itself to drive her over the edge. The terrible anxiety that followed, marring her tenth year--the year they had to disappear. By her own hand, the decision left Sydney devastated. What if they didn't come back this time? What if they truly, truly abandoned her? Sydney stretched her arms and cried out for them.

 
We are here for you now and will never again leave you … we are soul spirits … we are the Trigon ot Sydney ... .

  Calem … Arjim…, she beseeched them.

  A voice shattered her stupor and Sydney's eyes popped open. She forced her consciousness away from the strange non-slumber, half sleep plane of awareness and stared at Gardenia as she backed out of the bushes and stood. The woman tipped her head in question and it was then that Sydney became aware of her own trembling. Fear … anticipation … excitement, a need to find out the truth, to find them. A gamut of emotions raced through her, conflicting and anxiety provoking. "Oh god, I need my meds."

  Gardenia frowned and then spoke garbled words that Sydney sensed were supposed to be comforting.

  "Sure, if you say so." Sydney scratched her head, took a deep breath and held it, attempting to calm her nerves. She released the breath in futile exasperation.

  Gardenia spoke again, but the buzzing words were lost on Sydney.

  "Imagine that," Sydney replied, completely clueless. She shook her head.

  The returned, blank stare was a sure indication that Gardenia had no inkling as to what Sydney was babbling either. Sydney huffed out a lengthy sigh. At least the pain med continued to work, dulling some of the discomfort in her ears--sort of. Instead of ice picks jammed in her canals, it now merely felt like she had toothpicks poking around in there. Totally tolerable--as tolerable as a root canal … without anesthetics.

  Gardenia's attention shifted, and Sydney followed the line of her gaze. Eight of the other women had returned and they were saying something to Gardenia. A full-blown conversation ensued. Unable to hear them, coupled with struggling to tolerate the pain was very frustrating for Sydney. Additionally, she knew she'd have no say in whatever it was they were plotting. She watched the intense verbal exchange. Occasionally one of the women would wave a hand or point. At the moment none of them seemed to paying her any heed.

  Sydney rose to her feet. She had to pee. Glancing at the group she realized they didn't seem to notice her movement. With a shrug, she slipped into the bushes and went in search of a good spot to relieve herself. It would be unwise to go very far since it was quite clear she was a hunted woman, and she still wasn't convinced that her hide wasn't on the menu.

  She continued to wandered further and further into the forest, unwisely further away from Gardenia and her group, considering she couldn't hear, but Sydney didn't care. It was almost a reprieve to be alone, meditative even, so she kept going. Abruptly she stopped in a small clearing, deciding it was a good place to relieve herself. Someone nearly did the job for her. From out of nowhere, a screech caused Sydney to jump, and then a woman swept by her, nearly knocking Sydney from her feet, still screeching as she passed. She'd sped by so quickly that Sydney barely had a glimpse of her, but it was definitely a woman, completely naked and apparently fleeing from something, or someone. The someone or rather someones, weren't far behind. Two males burst through the trees, startling her. Sydney screamed and then cowered having no time to jump out of their path. They leapt over her, and as they did Sydney caught an unexpected eyeful of muscled legs, penises and gonads.

  "Good god!" she yelped, blushing belatedly at the naked men, but they'd already vanished, giving chase to the woman. Sydney remained crouched for a moment, unsure if others would follow but there was no one. Cautiously she rose to her feet, the incident leaving her jittery and concerned. Summoning her courage, Sydney pushed back her fear, and then her anger reared.

  Bastards! The woman needed help! Without hesitation Sydney ran after them, but slowed her pace while trying to consider how in god's creation she was going to find the strength to face-off with two very powerful and obviously determined men. Aside from that she couldn't hear!

  What choice do I have? She couldn't let them rape the woman!

  Sydney narrowed her eyes. Up ahead and through the trees, she thought there was movement. She crouched and took cover behind one tree after another, peeking from behind each one until she was close enough to see what was happening. Sydney recalled her military training, visualizing all the defensive maneuvers she'd learned, ready to put them into action. She only hoped she could save the woman without getting herself killed in the process. Cautiously, Sydney took refuge behind a tree trunk and then peered around it, bracing herself to see something deplorable taking place. She furled her brow. The woman was … smiling? At first Sydney wasn't sure if she was misinterpreting an alien expression so she waited and watched. It shortly became clear that the woman indeed suffered from no distress. She stood with her back to the two men and wriggled her naked ass, which had to be the universal gesture for come-and-get-it right? The woman then flashed them a seductive grin. At the same time she shook her leg and laughed. Sydney looked toward the woman's foot and saw that around each ankle she wore bracelets of some sort, and as the woman shook the other leg Sydney sensed that there was some significance in the jewelry. The woman then laughed again and began scooting around. The two males chased her, caught her and then sandwiched her between them.

  A blush flooded Sydney's cheeks, embarrassment mixed with a touch of voyeurism and a heavy dose of fascination as they began pawing the woman's body, stroking and kissing her all over, and without a bit of further resistance from her. In fact she seemed to be enjoying it, if the smile on her face was any indication. One of them lifted her leg and then…

  Holy snap, crackle, and romp! They thrust their cocks into her. At least that's what Sydney thought they had done. From where she stood it was difficult to tell, but from the manner in which their pelvises all moved in cadent accord it certainly appeared as if they were having intercourse!

  Was that even possible?

  At first Sydney looked away but temptation got the best of her. She lifted her eyes and watched, her body heating with intense arousal. The woman was moaning, her eyes were closed, her expression glowing with pure delight. A yearning ache seated itself low in Sydney's belly at the sight. She craved to know what it was like to be trapped between two hard, male bodies … for real and not by fantasy.

  Where they here … here in this alien world? Could it be that she was brought to them by some higher mystical power? They'd always told her they were real. She studied the mating trio, unable to pull her gaze from the fascinating scene. Although Sydney had never considered engaging in voyeurism other than a dirty movie or two, amazingly the inhibition she initially felt dissipated quickly. In fact, watching the woman being fondled by the two men was only serving to enhance her own excitement. That is until one of the males spied her through the trees. She gulped and stiffened, thinking he might come after her for spying on them, but his lips turned up in an arrogant smile and there was a lecherous gleam in his eyes.

  Sydney blushed again and cast her eyes in a shy, downward gaze, but the lure to observe the enticing scene was too powerful to resist, so she raised them again to have another look. His eyes were still on her and his smile widened as if inviting, as if enjoying that she was watching them. Feeling vulnerable and a little bit embarrassed again, Sydney turned and ran, sprinting down a rough path through the forest. She didn't think she was being followed, nevertheless she ran a little further until remembering there was another issue. She still had to pee.

  "Well this looks like as good a place as any." Sydney stopped. With another quick look around, Sydney peeled down her underwear pushing them over her thighs and down to her ankles. She squatted down, hoping something didn't bite her in the ass while she was taking care of business.

  Sydney thought about all that had happened since she'd crashed. One thing was clear. There was definitely a lot of running and chasing going on, and it seemed to be for the purpose of mating.

  Come to us, sweet Tina ….

  Sydney gasped, her gaze darting around. No one had spoken aloud, she realized. They couldn't have because she was deaf. It was them again, fucking with her head. Her thoughts wandered to the two barbarians that had tried to capture her. As much as she wanted to deny
her suspicions about her childhood friends from this reality she'd been caught up in, Sydney couldn't help but admit that those two barbarians were more familiar to her than anyone she'd ever kept company with. What about those uniformed men? They weren't naked like the rest of the men so what was their intent? Were they rescuing her, or maybe trying to arrest her? The latter seemed more likely. Maybe those weren't military uniforms at all. Maybe they were some kind of spiritual garb and she really was the sacrifice … or the feast! Were they cannibals?

  A tribe of savages that want to eat me and two hunky men messing with my head who want to … er … eat me.

  "I think I prefer to go back to the dreaming," she mumbled.

  A pleasant scent drifted into her nostrils and Sydney closed her eyes. Geraniums … and fresh rain … mmm … uh oh. Her sleepy lids lifted slowly, and she saw bare feet--large, male, bare feet. She had an unnerving sense that they weren't the only pair of feet around and glanced over her shoulder. Shit … there was also someone behind her. Her head jerked forward to see the face of who stood before her. A shudder rocked through her. It was him, one of the barbarians who'd tried to nab her when she was trying to escape the melee, and he was just as hot close-up and personal as he was from a distance. Except this time he wasn't even wearing a loin cloth. This time he was as was naked as a sphinx cat.

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  Chapter Ten

  "Well ain't this is a bit awkward?" Sydney gulped.

  Caught like a fool with her panties on the ground … ugh! She didn't even want to think about what the one behind her was getting a gander at. The one in front watched her with intense blue eyes imprisoning her within their glittering gaze. Even from her humiliatingly awkward position she could see the gold shimmer around his irises. They remained fixed on her even as he reached to the side and tore a large leaf from a nearby bush and then offered it to her.

  "You want me to wipe with that?" Should I do it, or just drip dry?

  She was desperately trying not to peek at his groin, instead forcing her attention to remain fixated on his incredibly gorgeous face. He stepped a little closer and crouched down in front of her and extended the hand that held the leaf. Despite her misgivings, Sydney snatched it from him. Amazingly it felt as soft as real tissue but she didn't dwell on that overlong. Instead she quickly, trustingly, maybe a little too trustingly used it to take care of things.