October 21
If I’ve cried once, I’ve cried a gazillion times. This is so awful.
They let Mom wake up. Except she didn’t, not really. Oh, her eyes are open. But I can’t tell that Eve Monroe is home in there.
She stares into space while her head twists this way and that. She jerks in spasms. She’s not speaking. She lies there on the bed, twitching and occasionally writhing. Her mouth moves, but she utters no sound. There is no sign of recognition when her gaze slides past me. I can’t find my mother in that body anywhere.
Meyso keeps reassuring me that she only requires time. “Her brain is slow to re-start properly,” he says. “This happens on occasion. She was in full stasis for quite a while, and the signals are firing randomly. Give her a couple of days. She’ll settle down and begin to come around.”
He’s assured, though he’s upset that I’m upset. How can I not be? I never expected this. I told him to go in her skull and fuck around with her brain. I worried about a lot, but never that she wouldn’t return as some semblance of her old self. If she doesn’t come out of whatever this re-boot process is, it’ll be all my fault.
I won’t let Snoy bring Anrel in. She shouldn’t see this. I don’t want to see it, but I spent the first three hours sitting there, chattering to Mom, telling her she was going to be okay, telling her I was sorry for what she was going through, telling her I love her. If she hears me, there’s no sign. All I could think was, dear God, what have I done?
I had started crying again when Aslada came to my chair, where I sat next to Mom’s bed. Without a word, he picked me up and followed Meyso out of the room, Jaon at his side.
“Where are we going?” I blubbered as I was carried through the central area of the clinic’s ward. Members of the staff gave me gentle, encouraging smiles as I was borne past them, murmuring, “It’s all right, Matara.”
“In here,” Meyso said. I was carried into another patient room. It was unoccupied, the bed made up and neat as a pin. As soon as I and the clan were inside, Meyso said, “Door, lock.”
Aslada sat me on the bed. Through a tear-filled gaze, I looked up at the men surrounding me. Even Jaon wore an expression of compassion.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out. “You say to give her a chance, that it’ll get better—”
“It will,” Meyso assured me. “I understand why you’re upset.”
“I would be too, if that were my mother acting that way,” Jaon said. “I’d probably be slamming Meyso up against the wall, demanding an explanation.”
Meyso chuckled at his clanmate’s claim, then sobered again as he returned his attention to me. “I wish I could have warned you about what to expect, but everyone comes out of long-term stasis differently.”
“No one has reacted like she does?” Fresh terror bloomed in my heart.
“A few times. Recovery in those cases took longer than expected, but each of those people came through fine in the end.”
Meyso’s quiet confidence reassured me. Mom was having a slow start. She had a long road to travel to regain her health. She would make it. I had to believe that.
Aslada cupped my jaw and smiled at me. “Your mother is getting the best possible care on all of Kalquor. You can trust Meyso, Shalia. I swear it.”
“I do,” I whispered, taking the Imdiko’s hand and talking to him. “I haven’t blamed you for a single second for any of my fears. You’ve done all that you can. It’s me I’ve been kicking for Mom’s condition, not you.”
“There is no reason to do that,” Meyso insisted. “You did what any loving child would do for her parent. You’re giving her a chance to live a full life, a life she can enjoy.”
“It’s difficult to watch her.” Aslada’s warm breath wafted over my face as he drew close. “Even I cringe, and I don’t know her. It’s all right to feel fragile, even when you realize she’ll be fine.”
“It’s breaking my heart,” I confessed. “Don’t think badly of me for falling apart, okay?”
Aslada’s huff of laughter sounded disbelieving. “Are you kidding? Most people would be screaming at Meyso at this point.”
Jaon gripped my shoulder and squeezed. “You can relax that phenomenal strength of yours, Shalia. You don’t have to be tough. We’re here for you and her. We’ll be strong for you and not lose any respect for an instant.”
Again, I was struck by how lucky I was to have this clan wanting me to be a part of their lives. Their kindness soothed the ragged edges of my emotions.
It felt natural when Aslada kissed me, soft and reassuring. I sank into the contact, letting him comfort me as a lover would.
The kiss deepened, becoming more than an expression of support. For a moment, I considered stopping though a ticklish pleasure licked within me. Surely it had to be wrong to hide from my fears by engaging in the heavy petting that Clan Aslada teased me with. I shouldn’t allow myself this escape from anxiety.
Yet Jaon’s words echoed in my head. We’ll be strong for you. An invitation to let others handle the reins, if only for a few minutes. Was it wrong to rely on them when they might be the clan I would spend my life with?
When Aslada gave my lower lip a playful nip, encouraging me, I opened to him. My few inhibitions fled before the anticipation of his knowledgeable kisses. When his tongue filled my mouth, I imagined him filling other places. Excitement surged, and I grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep from flying off the bed.
Meyso reached between us to stroke my breast. Jaon’s fingers traced up my thigh beneath my skirt. So what if they only teased as they’d been doing since my arrival? I was being taken out of my mind, far from the terror of waiting for Mom to either return or not. Hot kisses and touches erased the last of my guilty conscience, letting me dive into sweet, uncomplicated lust.
Aslada kissed me until I had his hips trapped within the cage of my legs and I held his hair in fistfuls. When he released that burning tasting, I was breathless with want.
His eyes were dark with understanding, but I detected regret as well. He glanced over at Meyso, who stroked my breast. “I’d hoped for a far more romantic setting, but she needs this.”
The Imdiko nodded. “I agree. We’ll make it up to her as soon as possible.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“This,” Aslada whispered, pushing against me so that I was forced down on the bed. “We must steal you from your cares. You need to be made love to, right here, right now.”
Oh, sweet prophets. With those words, my pulse fluttered and desire rippled through me. All notions of waiting, of taking the relationship slow, burned away in that moment. Though Clan Aslada had seen to it that all their teasing ended with my satisfaction, I’d been left feverish for the real deal. No matter how often I’d climaxed, I’d felt somehow unfinished by our play. No doubt it was what they’d planned, as Clan Seot had sent me off with the promise of more when I came back to them.
Days-long foreplay had stripped me of any hope of putting sex off. Not when they’d announced their intentions to go through with it. I had no inclination to refuse such an offer.
They eased me onto the hospital bed. “No resistance?” Aslada asked, his attention riveting on me. “How sweet a girl you are. It would be delightful to have you in partial stasis, unable to move.” He clasped my wrists and pinned them above the pillow under my head. “At our mercy.” His gaze flicked to Jaon, who grinned and grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs open. “Defenseless as we claim all we want.”
They’d learned plenty about me during our little encounters. My love for surrendering, in particular. Fortunately, they were as controlling as the other Kalquorian men I’m acquainted with, so there were no worries about incompatibility there. I do love this domineering race.
Meyso muttered commands to the bed’s computer controls as Aslada and Jaon held me down. All at once, I couldn’t move an inch. A rush of heat burst through me as I found myself vulnerable to the trio.
They undressed me with slow c
are, kissing the flesh they uncovered. They left my panties on. They took turns toying with my breasts, nuzzling and playing with them to make my nipples tighten into hard, aching points. They watched my face throughout, making me feel even more naked than I was. Eye contact leaves me more vulnerable than touch. Electric excitement buzzed through me, turning every squeeze, pinch, and lick into more profound sensations. I would have squirmed, but I couldn’t move. That made each sensation a headier jolt than before.
It was Aslada who sucked as much of a breast into his mouth as he could. Wet. Warm. Tendrils of fire lapped through me, making me groan. The sound was loud enough to startle me. The guys chuckled to hear it.
The Dramok released my tit gradually, sucking as he went, stretching the flesh. “Delicious,” he pronounced me. He went for the other breast.
When he let go, he let his teeth drag over the mound. Painful pleasure scored my skin, making my pussy clench. Sweet prophets, I couldn’t think as I burned with want. I swear I could hear my brain short-circuiting.
My nipples were livid points. Aslada considered them and then chose one. He bit delicately, then harder. Sharp agony lanced through me for an instant and then settled into a sweet throb. He licked to soothe the hurt before doing the same to the other nipple. My breath came in whimpering pants.
Aslada leaned back. He, Meyso, and Jaon looked me over, their gazes sweeping down my helpless body. Their stares settled on my lace-covered sex.
“How pretty,” Jaon observed in a casual tone. “I suggest we buy her a large collection of these lovely little bits so I can do this each and every time I have her.” With that, he grabbed my underwear and proceeded to shred it, yanking it forcibly from me and flinging the tatters across the room.
Excitement shot through me at the primitive display. My legs were wide open to their eager stares. I was exposed with no way to hide myself. Momentary terror spiked. Not because I didn’t trust them enough for this, but because instinctual defense took hold. “Wait,” I begged.
Meyso’s fingers explored me, discovering the wetness that betrayed how I felt. “This doesn’t behave as if it wants to wait,” he smirked. “It demands to be fucked.”
He stroked all over the trembling petals and circled my clit. I could only lie there and accept it as he traced the same exciting path over and over. My clit plumped, pulsing with each teasing orbit his finger made around it. I wanted him to go faster. I wanted him to rub that hungry ache that begged for more.
“Sweet little Shalia,” Meyso crooned. “Your pussy needs a cock in it. Your ass, too. Maybe your mouth.”
Aslada grinned. “She does require a thorough fucking. Look at her, how she wants it. Tell us, my lovely. Tell us you must have us all.”
“Yes,” I moaned, excited beyond endurance. “Yes, please, fuck me.”
Meyso’s fingers slid down to my rear entrance. The invasion was abrupt, demanding. My gasp rang out in the room as my muscles stretched to take what I had no choice but to accept.
Aslada took up with my womanhood where Meyso had left off. He shoved a finger inside and moved with merciless rhythm, pumping me. My body lit, clenching as my mind reeled. I filled with pressure at the double invasion.
Jaon added to the maelstrom by mauling my breasts with hands and mouth. They’d brought me to orgasm before, but not with such brutal intensity. My pussy spasmed, as if trying to relieve the growing stress with mini-orgasms. My hips fought against the stasis field, seeking to bounce off the bed. I quivered and strained all over, unable to escape my unyielding prison. The days of foreplay had me primed quickly.
Aslada’s thumb brushed over the top of my clit. With each push into me, he did it again. My insides spiraled taut, readying for explosion. I wailed against the luscious torture that had only one end, and that end was coming swiftly upon me.
I’d reached the breaking point when Aslada barked a command and all three men pulled away. I lay there gasping, groping for an explosion that refused to come. A despairing cry unraveled from my throat.
“Good girl. You’ve earned your fuck.” Aslada’s voice came from a million miles in the distance.
I stared up at him and his clanmates with dazed eyes as they undressed. Sweet prophets, have mercy on my soul. They were a triple threat of masculine beauty, too gorgeous to be believed.
Dark, brooding Aslada pulled his satiny black shirt off, the front seam of it purring softly as it opened. He shrugged it off to display smooth brown skin. He was the slightest Kalquorian I’d seen, but he was by no means lacking in any fashion. His muscles were streamlined and graceful, as dignified as the man himself. Toned rather than bulky, he might have been a dark, dangerous angel. All he needed were wings…but not white-feathered ones. No, Aslada should have sported raven wings, as glossy black as his hair. When his pants came off, I was treated to the sight of supple thighs. His glistening sexes rose from his groin, as lovely and sleek as the rest of him. He was a work of art.
Meyso was the bulkiest, his muscles thick. He was a block of granite next to Aslada. Gorgeous granite. His shoulders and biceps bulged. His pectorals were squared chunks of muscle. His legs were carved tree trunks. I doubted I’d ever seen thicker cocks, and the thought of where they would end up in my body stopped my breath.
Jaon might not have possessed as much mass as his Imdiko, but what he had was chiseled beyond belief. Every last inch of him was defined. Veins stood out on his arms, chest, and thighs. Fat would take one look at him and run for cover. He was pure beef, no blubber need apply. His shafts curved upward, as if flexing to show off their strength too.
It was helpful they’d not let me see them naked before. My serious lack of self-control would have turned into an aggressive demanding to ride the lot of them like broncos at the rodeo.
It was sleek Aslada who moved first. He slunk up onto the bed, a panther stalking prey. My heart pounded to see him coming for me, his eyes dark and dangerous. My insides trembled.
“Shalia,” he whispered as he crouched over me, his breath caressing my face. “I have looked forward to this for far too long.”
I couldn’t make a sound. I laid pinned by the stasis field, trapped beneath the Dramok who looked me over with heart-stopping appetite.
He put off claiming me. Aslada wore the attitude of a man ready to make this first encounter worth every second of the days-long foreplay we’d enjoyed. He kissed every inch of my face and torso, his mouth warm and wet all over me. He mouthed my pussy with lingering attention, making me whimper. His tongue explored and probed and demanded until my core throbbed with desperation.
“Please.” The word erupted with a sob.
“No need to beg, sweet girl,” Aslada said, though I was certain that had been what he’s planned. “You’ll get your fuck.”
He slid up my body, allowing me to enjoy each inch of his firm flesh as he traveled up. His kiss fed me my own flavor, and a stab of pure desire speared me. I needed him. I needed him in me.
His primary bumped my entrance. It settled against me and coaxed its way in, slow and sweet. I yielded easily, eager for him. When his smaller penis found the tighter passage, it burrowed in, easing me open.
I cried out into Aslada’s kiss. Finally. Finally! All the teasing was over. I was being filled as I’d needed to be.
The Dramok was leisurely about claiming me. The penetration was slow, the pace deliberate. It was as if Aslada insisted I note each separate sensation of our joining. I felt all of it, all right. Every hair stood at attention with the wild sensations of his measured taking.
At last, he had me. Staked. Claimed. Aslada was still as he looked down on me, our bodies fused in the most intimate way possible. His breaths came as shakily as mine.
“This is how an Earther feels. Astounding. Absolutely astounding. By the ancestors, I’ve never known your equal.”
My sheaths were clenching around him, too happy at his presence to remain quiet. I was going to go full-on fireworks the moment he moved again. I was sure of it. “So ama
zing,” I groaned.
“Show me,” he encouraged. “I want to see.”
His hips rocked slowly, pushing and pulling, dragging all that sweet friction through me. He was gentle enough at the start that I didn’t get those light-the-sky fireworks instantly. Instead, it started with firecrackers and sparklers, little bursts of bright pleasure that drove tiny cries from my throat. Not being able to move, being forced to focus on my pleasure alone because I couldn’t reciprocate, engulfed in each exquisite motion. Each pump and every grind, no matter how carefully dealt, was profound. With his intent gaze gauging my reactions, I felt my vulnerability more keenly.
Aslada increased the pace of his lovemaking. His kisses were as penetrating as his cocks. He enjoyed my breasts as he took me, gently caressing and sometimes gripping strongly. A small part of me knew he was cataloguing what I responded best to, filing it away to use against me later.
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