Friday, August 5, 2016

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

They lifted Iris into the sling hammock.  It had been made for a much larger Kalquorian body, but they were able to arrange Iris so that her hips came to the edge of its surface, right over the padded bench.

Standing to one side of the hammock, Jol held his hand out to Iris, palm up.  “Your wrists, my lovely.”

Iris licked her lips and slowly complied.  The Nobek’s fingers curled around her arms and pulled them back and up.  He secured her hands together in a soft cuff that was tethered to the wall behind her, stretching her arms over her head.  The position made her back arch a little, which forced her breasts up.

Meanwhile, Ospar and Rivek busied themselves binding her legs.  Her ankles went into more soft cuffs which were attached to tethers high up on the walls on either side, spreading her legs up and wide open.

Ospar looked Iris over, enjoying the sight of her bound and exposed for his pleasure.  She was back to looking uncertain, but her juices flowed copiously.  The vulnerability made her apprehensive and excited.

“Beautiful,” the Dramok breathed.  “Perfection.”

Jol and Rivek stepped back, giving him sole access to their newest clanmate.  He settled on the padded bench, delighting in the vision of his woman laid out before him.  Ospar sighed.

The time had come to demonstrate to Iris just how dominating he was.  She would be tormented to their mutual enjoyment, suffering with pleasure until she screamed.  He would suffer right along with her too.  His cocks were already heavy and aching with the need to empty into her.

But not before she knew what it was to give herself utterly.

Ospar slid a finger along the outer lips of Iris’ splayed sex, spreading her honey all over the trembling flesh.  Her trembles grew to quakes as his touch neared her exposed clitoris.  He drew a slow circle around the erect nub.  Iris jerked against her bonds, but she could not escape his touch.

He decided he would take her to the brink immediately.  His finger and thumb captured the swelling nub so gorgeously displayed.  He rubbed it with quick strokes.  The demanding friction had her writhing helplessly right away.  Her skin flushed a lovely coral pink, and her sex bloomed a deep scarlet.  Her round, soft belly trembled with tiny quakes.  Yes, she was closing in fast.  Ospar bent to her sex, inhaling her musk with pleasure.  He flicked his tongue over the very tip of her exposed clit.

Iris jerked and yelled.  Ospar watched her entrance clench in a tiny spasm.  She was almost there.  He dragged his tongue across her clit and sat back, releasing his hold on her.

A harsh cry erupted from his beloved’s throat.  Her entire body strained, right on the cusp of orgasm.  And then the tension slowly ebbed, leaving her sobbing and fighting her bonds.

“Why – why did you stop?” she wailed, her blue eyes bright with tears.  “I was right there, Ospar!”

“I know.  I don’t believe I gave you permission to speak, my Matara.”  Ospar’s tone was unbending steel.  “You may apologize for disobeying me.”

Iris gasped and stared at him.  There was an instant of anger peeking from her expression.  At the same time, her pussy clenched just enough for him to spy the movement.  Oh, he had her.  She might not realize it yet, but he most certainly was in his lovely mate’s head.

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