Friday, May 13, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 1: Alien Embrace

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.

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