Monday, May 30, 2016
Friday, May 27, 2016
“Tranis,” she whispered.
He looked up, his eyes so very, very drowning dark. “Yes, my love?”
“I want you inside me. I want you now.”
Lidon and Degorsk fell back. In an instant, Tranis’ great bulk covered her, and Cassidy opened herself wide to take him in. He slid inside easily, and she cried out with welcome.
Tranis rose to kneel on the bed, bringing her up with him. One hand cradled the back of her head, tilting her face so he could smash his lips to hers. The other cupped her buttocks, supporting her while he thrust deep inside. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, rising and falling upon his staffs. She felt she claimed what was hers even as she gave herself up to him.
They moved together, instinctively knowing the choreography of life’s most ancient dance and performing each step with precision. Over and over Tranis filled her, and Cassidy clutched at him with inner muscles, drawing him deep into her well. The darts of bliss grew to spears of ecstasy, and she bit his lips as light suffused her being.
Tranis bore her back down to the bed, spasms wracking his hips as he ground against her. She clawed at him, furrowing his shoulders with ferocious glee, marking him as her own. With a strangled cry, he surrendered his seed to her. She gloried in every throb of his flesh within her own, in her mastery of the brute who’d dared to try enslaving her.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Monday, May 23, 2016
Friday, May 20, 2016
She was helpless to resist when the men stretched her upon the altar, her head at the end opposite of where Michaela was being claimed. The Plasians would have an unencumbered view of both Earthers being ravished, and they cheered louder than ever.
“Now this will be a dance!” she heard Israla call, and more cheers showed the people’s agreement.
Clajak grasped the chain between Jessica’s cuffs and pulled them over the edge. The clatter of metal against metal told her he had secured her to one of the hooks. She was helpless to deny the Kalquorians anything they might wish to use her body for. Her sex gushed in anticipation.
Egilka appeared next to her, a handful of flowers in each fist. He set the bouquets on either side of her head. The fragrance coated the air around her, and Jessica had no choice but to breathe it in. She submitted to the eagerness of her body with a defeated moan.
The Kalquorians stripped beneath the stare of the stone god to the delighted shouts of the onlookers. Jessica licked her lips, trembling with need as she gazed on the three magnificent bodies surrounding her.
Clajak gripped her by her upper arms and slid her across the slab until her head hung over the edge. His engorged cocks pointed at her face. “Open your mouth,” he said.
She obeyed, eager to taste him. Holding the two organs together in his fist, Clajak guided them both between her lips, holding her by the back of her head. Jessica closed her eyes, inhaling the cinnamon scent of him that was every bit as intoxicating as the flowers that surrounded her. She flushed with embarrassment, knowing hundreds of pairs of eyes were watching her accept his sexes in such a manner. Still, she couldn’t help but moan with delight as he made her take him.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could to accept both penises. The skin was soft and smooth over the rigid iron that pulsed with its own life. The Dramok prince pressed in far, reaching into her throat before backing out again. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he would spend hours enjoying the warmth.
While Clajak fucked Jessica’s mouth, the other men yanked her costume off. A strong hand grasped one of her thighs and lifted it high, opening her so that the gathered crowd could view her sex. Fingers parted her folds, displaying her much as Michaela had been. Jessica whimpered, knowing everyone could see how wet and eager her flesh was. Her belly quivered in anticipation even as fear tried to clench it tight.
Holding her open, the man inserted his finger, slipping in and out for the entertainment of the assembled Plasians. Another pair of hands caressed her breasts as Clajak continued to couple with her mouth. Shouts and applause rewarded the show the Kalquorians put on.
The finger withdrew from Jessica’s wet core, and the bulk of a man’s hips settled between her legs. His sexes homed in on the orifices they were made for. She groaned as he filled her with himself and heard appreciative comments of how flexible she must be to accept Bevau’s massive endowment.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Monday, May 16, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
Breft restrained her by the ankles and held her legs apart. Rajhir got between them, positioning himself for the first thrust.
“I am sorry, my Matara,” he said, and there was real regret in his tone. “I have no choice but to make you ours even though it is against your will at this time. The only comfort I can offer is that we will do all in our power to make you know how cherished you are.”
He held her hips still and pressed his dual stiffness against Amelia. She wanted to cry out to him to stop, but passion ignited at the forceful display. Wetness gushed over his cocks, and she sobbed with helpless shame as her hips bucked toward his maleness. He knew she wanted him. They knew she wanted them all.
Rajhir entered her, ignoring her conflicting reactions. He slid in, their combined wetness easing his path. His face softened with ecstasy. “Your body betrays your desire and gives me hope, my sweet Amelia. I dare to dream that in time you will understand you belong with us.”
Amelia cried, hating them and wanting them at the same time. Rajhir kissed the tears from her cheeks as he moved within her. He made nonsense sounds of comfort. Her body welcomed his thrusts even as her mind fought against submission. The friction of their sexes sparked a fire within her, then an inferno.
“No,” she said, shaking her head, trying to deny the climax that roared through her body. “No!” she screamed as it had its way with her, pulsing the flesh surrounding Rajhir's. The clan’s leader continued his rhythmic thrusts as she writhed beneath him.
Her body, in full revolt to her wishes, betrayed her over and over. Rajhir brought her to shuddering climax twice more before releasing his seed into her womb. Then he traded places with Breft. Rajhir held her ankles as the Nobek had despite her lacking the strength or will to resist them anymore.
Amelia felt incapable of any more orgasms. Breft penetrated deep into her, his thrusts strong. His predatory gaze drilled into her soul, and he licked his lips while staring into her eyes. Again the heat built within her and exploded, her ragged cries that of an animal. Breft came, his growls beast-like too.
“Please,” she said as Flencik took Breft's place.
Need worked the Imdiko’s face, his penises livid exclamation marks. Yet his expression was filled with compassion as he entered her.
“I am sorry you feeling are we be cruel. This is for the best though, my Matara. No only for Kalquor, but for you as well. You are no to be hurt anymore by bad government. Only loved by us.”
His eyes shimmered with tears, but he still ignored her weak pleas for mercy. To Amelia’s weary shame, she responded to his invasion. Her hips bucked eagerly to meet each pounding thrust. Unable to escape, Amelia switched tactics. She worked hard against him, wanting Flencik to hurt her until she hated him. She wanted him to turn animal and mean in his lust, to drive away the longing that persisted despite all her attempts to negate it. He responded to her sudden change of heart, pounding almost violently against her.
Instead of earning her loathing, the pain of their forceful lovemaking intensified Amelia’s desire. Her entire body quaked with climax once more, the flame of orgasm reaching to her fingers and toes. Then she lay limp beneath Flencik, all her strength sapped as his penis pulsed and the ribbon of semen unfurled in her belly.