Friday, August 28, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 7: Alien Refuge

Jol spat out a few words in Kalquorian as she whipped her tongue all over him.  She couldn’t see him, but she sensed his body thrumming with tension.

“That good, huh?” Ospar said.  “No, don’t tell me.  I’m looking forward to finding out for myself.”

Jol’s cock was huge, and he was reaching close to Iris’ limit.  She jerked against his grip on her head.
“All right, my beauty.  No farther.”

The men held still, imbedded in her body.  Iris lay very still, enjoying the possession and scarcely believing she had three men inside her at once.  

Ospar said, “Rivek, I’m afraid you’re going to have to the work for both of us.  I don’t have much range of movement.”

“That is not a problem, my Dramok.  Are you ready?”

He chuckled.  “Unfortunately, too ready.  Be gentle with us, my Imdiko.”

Rivek snorted.  His hands closed on Iris’ hips.  Holding her, he drew outward. His larger cock slid through her hands.

Jol also moved back, emptying her mouth of everything but the very tip of him.  He stopped at the same moment as Rivek.

As one, they re-entered.  As the Imdiko pressed forward, he moved Iris with him, making Ospar draw out of her sex.  The sensation of one man’s retreat as the other filled her was heady, putting pressure on her interior hot spot.  At the same time, her clit ground against Ospar’s groin.  Iris cried out against the cock pushing into her mouth.

Jol and Rivek kept rhythm with each other, the Imdiko moving Iris so that Ospar slid delightfully through her pussy.  She quickly lost all ability to think coherently.  All she knew was the scent of Jol’s lubrication, the flavor of his arousal, the fullness coming from the other two as they traded penetration.  Her ears were filled with gasps, moans, grunts, flesh striking flesh, the slick sound of damp body parts forging together over and over.  More than anything was the feel of the three men on, beneath, and within her body.  

Heavy heat in her belly.  Coils of pleasure twisting within that heaviness.  Ribbons of acute bliss unfurling up her spine.  Grinding ecstasy burrowing deep in her ass.  Mini detonations of ecstasy from her clit.  The thrilling sensations grew with every thrust into her rioting body until they merged into one great expression of raw glory.

Gathering brightness warned Iris she was closing in on climax.  The men were moving faster, becoming more demanding, feeding the growing brilliance beginning its slow expansion in her womb.  She was seconds from detonation.

Jol’s rhythm stuttered.  His fingers clenched in her hair, and his breath caught.  He thrust and stilled for a moment.  Then he jerked back and thrust deeper into her mouth, nearly choking her. He issued a long groan.

Spicy-sweet-salty fluid burst from him, filling her mouth and flowing down her throat in a wash of thick heat.  Iris swallowed reflexively.  She realized what she’d done the next moment.  It was not something she’d ever done before, not even with Conrad.

Her sex contracted in a tight fist.  An instant later, orgasm billowed through her belly, igniting her with such strength that she felt it in her toes and skull.  She screamed around Jol’s still pulsing cock as the pressure released in a cataclysmic rush.

Ospar’s belly smacked against hers as he arched beneath her, his howl joining her cries.  Then Rivek joined them in their ecstasy, thick ropes of semen streaming across her back as he shoved his primary cock into her tight grip, his grunts bestial as he gave himself over to pleasure.

They rutted like animals until the last pulse of climax ended.  Gasps filled the air.  Jol and Rivek pulled free of Iris, and she heard and felt their big bodies crashing to the sleeping mat on either side.  Her lax body rode the swells of Ospar’s breathing.

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