opening was given no choice but to adjust to the ache of it.
With her hearing blocked, there was no warning buzz before a violently vibrating surface pressed against her, shuddering against her clit. She lit from within, her consciousness coalescing where devouring need erupted. There was nothing but raw desperation. Her cries echoed in her skull, hollow, lost sounds of hungry anguish.
Her desire flew into riot, blazing with insistence. It clamored as the vicious thrum tortured it, a swelling appetite that grew hungrier as it fed on passion. Tina raced to the precipice of exaltation but couldn’t leap. She hung there, a mere centimeter from the plunge.
The brutal tremors withdrew. Pain crashed against her buttocks, exhilarating and immediate. Osopa’s hard palm or maybe a paddle. Another electrifying smack. A third.
Warm mouth on her breast. Another on her pussy. A tongue lashed her clit. The heat from the brief spanking flooded her gut, joining with the churning delight pushing her to the brink again. She poured honey. Her master lapped it greedily.
Then the thrilling sensations were gone. Heady blows to her buttocks again, twice, the reverberations somehow shooting straight to her clit. Then the real quakes commenced once more as the vibrator found its mark.
As dedicated to submitting to her masters as she was, Tina couldn’t help but twist in an effort to relieve the vicious yearning tearing into her. The vibrator was removed, but the slight relief was short lived. Her ass paid the price with five more punishing strokes.
Vibrator again, along with a hot mouth sucking her breast. Then spanking. Her breasts were slapped so they stung. Mouth on her cunt. Butt plug fucking her ass. Vibrator. Spanking, both ass and pussy at once.
She never knew what they’d do to her next. The signals to her brain scrambled, confusing pain with bliss. Every sensation, tormenting or exalting, fought to send her into climax. All of it done in the dark, in the silence.
It ended with shocking suddenness. The plug was pulled from her ass. Tina sobbed, her body sore, yet begging for more. Even with stimulation gone, she hovered on the edge of orgasm. All it would take was that one magic word, spoken by any of her masters.
Instead, someone gripped her hips. Someone else, her legs, bending them so they circled a waist. Cocks pushed against her, and she moaned a wordless welcome.
Shifting, adjusting. What was going on? Blessed tension against her cunt, a thick length nudging its way in. Yes.
Something was different. It was definitely eager flesh, warm and wet. But much bigger than before. Was—was he shoving both shafts into her pussy?
He didn’t enter her ass, so she had to believe that was what was happening. All three men were big. Could she take any of them in such a manner?
Apparently, they thought so, because the cocks kept inching in. An exciting ache, more as the incredible girth rubbed all the best places. Her cunt seized in an effort to come. Instead, the urge increased, without relief. The cocks forged deeper, implacable in their insistence.
Her pussy flexed again as rapture attempted to have its say, permission or not. Again, she didn’t come.
Movement as he took her. A sensation of sinking. His thighs beneath her as he knelt on the floor. It drove his cocks deeper still, and exciting pain attempted to shove her over into the abyss of orgasm. She hung suspended, close to it, but unable to go over.
He lifted. Someone moved against her from behind. Pressure against her ass. She was already full. She couldn’t do this—could she?
The length thrusting into her tightest channel was no more merciful than the pair in her cunt. The game they played left her with no choice but to surrender. Her masters, strangers in the silent darkness, knew no mercy. Held prisoner, forced to accept the impossible.
Somehow, her body yielded to their demands. With aching, with exhilaration, she accepted their claim on her.
Rising. Falling. Their thrusts moved her slowly, like a boat rocking on gentle waves. The leisurely pace didn’t matter. With them stuffing her full, the electric friction’s intensity sizzled throughout. All she needed was that one word and she’d be off, shooting apart like fireworks.
Warm palms gripped her face, turning it to the side. The sweet-spicy scent of alien arousal was a cloud around her head. Then its flavor was on her tongue, the thick member sliding in, sliding out, fucking her mouth as the others fucked the rest.
All of them. Serving them at once, in perfect joining. Theirs, theirs, theirs, forever. The blindfold dried the tears of happiness that crept out.
They continued carefully, but the pace increased. The cocks in her pussy rubbed hard against those electric places, until her thoughts fragmented. All was motion, the smell of ardor, the taste of passion, the desperation to climax. Her belly grew tight, coalescing; yet it felt expanded and ready to burst too. She quaked in seismic yearning, desperate longing devouring her, eating her alive.
Stronger, more erratic thrusts. The scent of craving chokingly thick. A spurt of salty-spicy-sweetness sliding down her throat. Then a tug on her ears and sound, so much sound. Gasping. Grunting. Groaning. Rising animal cries, as if she’d been transported to a jungle. And the Word, shouted by a hoarse voice.
“Come, my Matara!”
It rumbled from deep within, a subterranean beast tearing through the barriers. Climax ripped free, scattering her far and wide, the shreds of her igniting and burning in a multitude of infernos.
Waves advancing and retreating, the bright surges pouring through her in rhythm with the hot tide jetting down her throat, with the pained moans of those pumping inside her. Feeding her starved sex. Then slowing, slowing, letting her calm, letting the slivers of herself fall back into place, making her whole—at last.
Later, smiling and drowsy in the center of her clan as they curled against her in bed, Tina soaked in the feeling of utter perfection. The exile had come home and found more than mere acceptance. With her clan and family, she had everything. She would never take it for granted.
Yorso kissed her. His contented murmur told her he was on the brink of sleep, perhaps already dozing. “Is our Matara pleased with her clanmates?”
“Absolutely.”
And forever.
The End
Other books by Tracy St. John available at Amazon:
Unholy Union
The Font
To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue
To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury
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
Alien Outcast
CLAN BEGINNINGS
To Clan and Conquer
Clan and Conviction
Clan, Honor, and Empire
Clan and Crown
Clan and Command
Clan and Conscience
Clan and Commit
OTHER CLANS OF KALQUOR BOOKS
Sister Katherine
Michaela
Maryam
Joseph
Shalia’s Diary Omnibus
(Omnibus contains all 12 books of the Shalia’s Diary series, also available separately)
WARRIORS OF RISNAR SERIES
(from Carina Press)
Not of This World
Worlds Apart
Worlds Collide
Worlds Away
THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:
Drop Dead Sexy
Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
Animal Attraction
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