He grew stronger, driving me towards explosion. His body thudded into mine, demanding my capitulation. I had no defense against his insistence that I succumb to pleasure. Climax seized me in its teeth and shook me from head to toe.
“Again,” Aslada commanded me, reaching between us to pinch my clit. A well-behaved girl, I obeyed. Orgasm thundered, and my cries were muffled by Aslada’s eager kiss. He groaned as he pulsed heat deep within me, filling me with his ecstasy.
We lay gasping as bliss washed over us in gradually receding waves. I was warm and glowing, forgetting for a little while all the uncertainties facing me.
Aslada pulled free with a kiss and a smile. “Thank you,” he whispered.
I smiled back, grateful to have been taken from the real world for this brief respite. “That was just what the doctor ordered.”
“So glad you enjoyed my prescription,” Meyso chuckled.
I glanced over to see him sitting in a chair, watching with desire-filled eyes. He stroked himself lazily.
Oh yeah. Two more hotties were there to deliver additional doses of feel-good medicine. My core heated to realize the encounter wasn’t over yet.
It was Jaon who took Aslada’s place on top of me. He gave me a kiss and looked me over with a molten gaze.
“Ancestors, you are stunning,” he breathed. “Look at this strong woman. I’m starting to believe in the benefits of your training, Matara.”
“See?” I teased. “There are advantages you failed to consider.”
“I’ll admit to that. I like you beneath me, a little helpless but not entirely so.” He frowned at the medi-bed controls on the side of the frame. “Meyso, how do I free her upper body from the stasis?”
As the Imdiko rose from his seat and fiddled with the controls, I grinned at Jaon. “Oh, do I get to touch?”
He laughed, a low, dangerous sound. “From the waist up, do whatever you wish. But know I’m in charge.”
“Is that a challenge?” My torso was free of stasis, and I hurried to run my hands over Jaon’s magnificent shoulders.
“It’s whatever you wish it to be,” was his answer.
I was able to prop myself up to nibble at his stubbled chin. He growled and pressed me back down to the bed with his weight. His eager sexes pressed against my mound. I tried to wiggle, but my hips were frozen. The Nobek moved slightly, his hand going between us. He put his shafts in position.
He thrust, shoving deep with a suddenness I hadn’t expected. I gasped as mingled hurt and ecstasy lit me from within. All at once, I was skewered to the hilt. Swelling heat burst through me. My wandering hands became claws, and I raked his neck and chest with my nails. He jerked within me and groaned.
“Oh, yes.” His voice grated. “Oh, yes. More of that.”
Jaon was pure power. He pounded his groin against mine, riding me without mercy. It was glorious. I love being taken hard by a strong man. It was a lot of Nobek to handle, but the hurt his use brought fed my towering arousal.
I didn’t want him to stop. Instead, I clung to him, grabbing handfuls of hair as well as scratching every inch of skin I could find. My fists pounded against his chest. I was working off all the angst my mother’s slow recovery had brought on. If my legs had been free, I would have been kicking and fighting with all my might.
Jaon loved the violence. He flashed fangs at me in a delighted grin as he had me. He encouraged my abuse as he jackhammered inside me. “Do it, my beautiful zibger. Yes! Show me that strength you’re so proud of.”
I battered him. He fucked me. We both came with screams fit for animals in the wild. While my pussy spasmed in harsh bursts, milking his straining length, I smashed my mouth to his, biting his lips. He crushed me beneath him, rutting until the last pulse of seed left him.
I wasn’t merely glowing anymore, nor was I wrung out with exhaustion after coming so strongly. I was energized, on fire. I could have taken on the entire world of Trag.
Jaon rolled off me, his shoulders, arms, and chest scored from my fingernails. His lower lip was swollen from me biting it. He chortled wildly and bounded to his feet, looking as if he felt on top of the world. “Clan her now, Aslada!” he shouted. “I must keep this woman!”
His Dramok and Imdiko laughed at his exuberance. I made victory signs, my expression smug.
Meyso had returned to his chair while I banged the hell out of Jaon. Now he stood and approached me with exaggerated caution. “I might be in trouble here.”
I winked at him. “Only if you want to be.”
He chuckled. “I’m not nearly as wild as my Nobek. Do you find that disappointing?”
I held out my arms to him. “Not at all. I’m not usually that violent myself. It was a moment. I took out a lot of anxiety on Jaon.”
The Nobek thumped his chest with a wide grin. “Take your emotions out on me any time. I’m delighted to offer you that kind of therapy.”
Meanwhile, Meyso turned off the stasis and slid onto the bed with me. Free to move around, I turned to him and wrapped an arm and leg around his yumminess.
Our first kiss was slow and sweet, a delicious counterpoint to Jaon’s wild ride. I sank into the warm shelter of Meyso’s gentle care. Our hands traced over each other, exploring. Enjoying. Letting me settle down from the tempestuous high I’d gained so that I could enjoy this third lover.
“Suck me.” It was not the demanding tone of a Dramok, but there was an expectation of obedience in his tone just the same. Excitement ignited in my pussy, making me eager to please. I so love a strong male, even when that strength is more mental than physical.
I took the delicious journey of kissing my way down his granite-block frame as he lay back to enjoy the attention. I was all too privileged to delight him. As unexpected as Mom’s current condition was, he’d done what he could to give her a chance at a normal life. I was desperate to show the gratitude I’d been too upset to display so far.
The spicy scent of aroused Kalquorian made my perky libido perkier still. I followed that luscious aroma until I hovered over those thick, veined lengths. Jeez, he was endowed. I wondered how incredible his girth would feel in me. I’d been wet before, but I was crazy soaked now.
I started with the smaller shaft, licking slowly from base to tip. Meyso’s pulse thudded against my tongue. His cocks jerked in reaction, and I would have grinned in triumph if I wasn’t so busy with my mouth. No moment for self-congratulations. I had a job to do.
His flavor had a sharp spiciness, and I rolled it around, getting familiar with his unique essence. Kalquorian men all taste similar, but they each possess some unique detail. I have always been fascinated by that.
While I concentrated on lapping all over the secondary, I gripped the larger one and rubbed up and down. Meyso groaned. His hips tightened, making small movements to match. His rear came off the mat when my mouth closed over the tip of his shaft and sucked gently. He uttered a small noise that sounded like woof.
I giggled and kept at him. I claimed a whole mouthful of tasty Imdiko and then slowly let him slip back out, my cheeks hollowing with the effort of suction while my tongue rubbed all over.
Meyso’s fists slammed onto the mat. “Mother of All!”
I accepted that as a compliment and switched my attention to his larger cock. Good night, there was no way I was fitting all of that battering ram in my mouth. Nevertheless, I should get points for trying my best.
Meyso managed a minute or two before he grabbed me and flipped me over so that I was blanketed by Kalquorian yet again. His breath came in gasps as he gazed down on me.
“You’re welcome,” I teased.
Aslada and Jaon roared with laughter. Meyso grinned. “You wonderful woman,” he chuckled. “I would die a thousand deaths to be pleasured by your mouth. But now, it’s your turn to lie still for torture.”
Oh boy.
Meyso shoved two fingers in me, fucking me with them hard and fast while his thumb rubbed over my swollen clit. I yelped as a beam of rapture burst into b
eing. My hands slammed down on his shoulders, hanging on for dear life while my feet drummed against the mat. He knew exactly where to put pressure and how much, because my pussy was clenching on his fingers within seconds. I was flying straight for nirvana.
As I began to shudder, Meyso slowed the frantic pace. His thumb left off its exquisite torment. It was my turn to pant and moan as the near-climax backed off. I stared up at his smug face through blurred eyes.
“You’re welcome,” he snickered.
Okay, I deserved that. I blew a weak raspberry at him. He leaned down and kissed me in that gentle way he has. He stroked my hair and murmured sweet words that made me feel adored.
I was simmering nicely and floating on the attention when Meyso pushed a third finger in me. He went for broke again, hammering and teasing my clit until I was crying out and writhing violently. Pleasure mounted to eye-crossing intensity. My sex spasmed, drawing hard on the digits inside.
Meyso slowed again, taking me from the brink.
“Evil,” I whimpered, trembling. “So brutal and evil.”
The wicked Imdiko smiled as sweetly as an angel. “Wait until I get you in our pleasure room at home. I have such plans for you, lovely Shalia.”
Even with that caring expression, darkness moved in his eyes. I had a vision of him performing some of Oses’s more punishing games on me with that same bright smile. My stomach flip-flopped with an agreeable mix of anxiety and lust.
Meyso went back to kissing and cooing over me until I was no longer on the brink of explosion. I settled once more into the soft hum of warm but undemanding arousal. My senses were on alert, wondering when his fingers would again start the demanding plunging that had brought me to brink.
Instead, as I drifted in the pleasant heat of the Imdiko’s attention, he pulled out of me. The emptiness was awful, but it didn’t last for any length of time. Meyso rolled on top of me, grabbed his dicks, aimed, and plunged in.
Pain and pleasure bloomed side-by-side, driving all the breath from my lungs. I lay there, my mouth working like a landed fish, unable to inhale. My pussy and ass clutched at their invaders, and a slow but intense throb tumbled through my belly.
The mini-orgasm came and went. Meyso was still after filling me with those thick cocks, his gaze watching me with dark intention. Again, I was struck at the hint of fiendish intent within those otherwise virtuous features.
Maybe Jaon wasn’t the most dangerous man in the clan. Mom always warned me to look out for the quiet ones. What rogue lived within the honorable surgeon?
I’m dying to find out.
As I acclimated to the shock of such profound penetration, Meyso began to move leisurely. It mattered little that he took me slow. He had enough girth that even a tiny shift was astounding. I swear I felt each throbbing vein of his cocks as they rubbed every intimate inch. My fingernails bit into his shoulders, not because I hoped to wreck him as I had Jaon, but because the exquisite sensations were more than I could handle.
“Now, now, we agreed none of that,” Meyso chuckled. His hands grabbed mine and pinned them on either side of my head.
Oh darn. Helpless again.
He kept fucking steadily, his gaze fixed on me, watching my responses. I had no thought of concealing my reactions from him, not when the constant friction stole all coherent thought. Sweet prophets, having that man inside me while he held me down and gauged how much I enjoyed it was too potent to be believed.
My legs curled around his flexing ass. Not to encourage him, though heightened desire had me instinctively reaching for climax. I needed someone to hang onto, so I wouldn’t come apart. I sensed myself unraveling under the sensual assault on my body and senses.
Meyso increased the pace. I was disintegrating, falling to bits in slow motion. “You want to come for me.” Again, it was not the command of a Dramok, but it was delivered in a way that brooked no argument. “Come for me, Shalia.”
Bliss swept over me, a powerful force that rolled from womanhood to skull. My head tossed from side to side as the waves rolled me under. I was aware of Meyso continuing to keep his relentless pace as passion rode me, of his eyes locked on my face, watching me orgasm.
The heaviest onslaught eased, resolving into quieting ripples that pulled whimpers from me. Meyso fucked me harder and faster, and elation spiked again. High-pitched cries escaped my wide-open mouth.
Over them, I heard Meyso say, “Come again, Shalia. For me.”
I couldn’t deny him. He held all the power over me, and he wielded it without mercy. Another eruption blasted through me. Every cell was electrified, pouring sparks.
Meyso moved faster, almost as strongly as Jaon had. His words came in gasps. “Again. You’ll come for me again.”
I did. I took him with me, and I had the vague vision of his gaze finally jerking away, his head straining back and his body arching over mine as he let go.
We lay there like crash victims for a long while as we recovered. Aslada and Jaon snickered as they cleaned us off, making jokes about well-endowed Imdikos who showed off.
“I don’t hear Shalia complaining,” Meyso yawned. “Get her some water. Perhaps some food. Fuck, just call the dining hall and have them send us a platter of whatever they’ve got ready to go. I’m starved after that.”
He turned to me as the still-laughing Aslada went to order our meal and Jaon fetched water. “How are you, my lovely girl?”
I stretched, lethargic but happy. “Better. Much, much better. Thanks for the wonderful escape from cruel life. I can handle reality again.”
“I live to serve,” Meyso said without the slightest hint of sarcasm.
October 24
It’s been a rocky few days, but there is finally light at the end of the tunnel. The tubes are out of Mom’s skull and the swelling is gone. She’s a bald version of herself, finally recognizable. Better yet, Mom’s uncontrolled gyrations are tapering off. She continues to writhe in her bed, but it’s not as violent, and she has periods for as long as half an hour while she’s awake where she can lie quietly.
She started talking this morning too. Nothing can be counted as coherent, but she’s thinking straight, at least every now and then. I’m sure of it.
She says strings of words such as, “What? Kalqs. Fuck. Go. Out. Where? No.” She spits each word out at Meyso, her nurses, and the orderlies with expressions of anger and confusion. If they come to take samples or talk to her, she gets more agitated. Knowing her the way I do, I’m pretty sure she’s trying to simultaneously demand what the hell is going on and order them to go away.
She won’t talk to me though. She’ll look at me once in awhile, but the instant I speak, she turns away with a look that can only be described as revulsion. I think she guesses I’m behind the state she’s in, and she’s pissed off about it.
Gee, she’s going to be thrilled when she finds out exactly what I had done to her. Just as I suspected.
Is it wrong that it was a relief when a psychiatrist named Kini asked me to leave her for a while so he and I could talk? I welcomed the reprieve from Mom’s glares.
Kini and I went to Meyso’s office, where my potential clanmate waited for us. We sat down in the comfortable seating area where a plate of snacks and fruit drinks waited. Food wasn’t of interest to me, but the citrus-like juice was welcome refreshment.
“Matara Shalia, Dr. Meyso has shared the records of Matara Eve’s past emotional issues, as reported by you and the rescue site staff who cared for her on Earth.” Dr. Kini’s expression was kind. “I plan to expand my knowledge as much as possible before I start working with her.”
“You’re a brave man,” I snorted. “I was warned that even with the regulating of her brain chemicals, she’d be relying on old coping skills. That she’d still react with anger.”
He nodded. “A life of being jerked about by capricious emotions doesn’t disappear just because the emotions aren’t felt as passionately as before. Not to mention she’s never had real impulse control.”
/> I sighed. “You should be aware that she despises psychiatrists and psychologists. The moment you start talking about her feelings, she’s going to raise hell and insist she’s perfectly fine.”
He smiled, unruffled by the idea. “I’ve run into similar situations. Proud Nobeks with such issues can be particularly defensive. Has Matara Eve ever become physically violent?”
“Wear your armored formsuit, if you’ve got one,” I advised him. I thought he might appreciate a hockey mask too. He’s attractive, though not outrageously handsome. I’ll be overcome with guilt if Mom decides to re-arrange his face.
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