Clan Piras' delicious encounter continues. But who...or what...is watching them? Only three days until you can read the entire ebook!
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“You’re very hard, Piras.”
A tremor passed through him. “Yes, my Matara.”
“And wet.” His lubricating juices ran over her fingers as she worked him.
“Yes, my Matara.”
“I’m pleased. When I decide to use you for my enjoyment, I won’t want to be kept waiting.”
“Never, my Matara.”
“If I had to, Kila might strap you for insulting me.”
Piras’ gaze flickered to the grinning Nobek. Hope couldn’t see a lot of his face, but after five years of clanship, she intuited his anxious excitement in response to the threat.
“I wouldn’t do that, my Matara.”
“Hmm. It might be good for him to strap you anyway. Your ass looks best a certain shade of red, and there’s nothing wrong in giving you an occasional reminder of what’s expected.”
His breath had quickened noticeably. “Whatever my Matara thinks best, I’m eager to obey.”
She released his cocks, and he voiced a barely perceptible whimper.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, my Matara. I…I mean, I enjoy your touch, and it’s difficult to not miss it when it’s gone.”
She licked one finger clean of his spicy-sweet juices, their flavor reminiscent of cinnamon. Kalquorians lubricated in readiness for sex. “Are you sure it isn’t a protest, Piras? An argument?”
He hunched, but he was watching avidly as she continued to lick and suck her fingers. “Never, my Matara. I swear it.”
“I believe you, Piras. Still, the fact I had to question you at all is troubling. Bring me your cock cage.”
He shuddered, but he immediately left the bed and went to the drawer where their toys were kept. He returned carrying a metal ribbed device, which looked like something belonging in a torture chamber.
As terrible as it appeared, he’d assured Hope the only discomfort when wearing it was being denied her touch. She hoped it was true. She enjoyed calling the shots with Piras, but causing him pain, despite his enjoyment of erotic hurt, wasn’t an activity that did anything for her. Hope’s dislike for dealing such discipline was a funny reaction, considering she took great pleasure from receiving punishment herself.
She could claw Piras, even bite him in the throes of passion, but giving spankings and the like were out of her wheelhouse.
Kila and Lokmi weren’t squeamish when it came to wielding straps, switches, paddles, or hard, unforgiving palms on shivering buttocks and thighs. What Piras and Hope were incapable of giving to each other, their Nobek and Imdiko more than made up for.
Hope encased Piras’ shafts in their metal traps, cinching the straps at the bases of his eager flesh so he couldn’t ejaculate no matter how excited he became. Meanwhile, Lokmi tugged at her blouse, opening it at the front and pushing it off her shoulders. Since her hands were engaged in rendering Piras temporarily celibate, the Imdiko left the shirt draped from her elbows and unsnapped her bra. It too fell away, and his hot, demanding hands squeezed her bared breasts. Her breath caught at the hint of pain, and her panties were abruptly wet.
“Do you like what you see, Piras?” Lokmi teased before his tongue traced the whorls of Hope’s ear.
“Our Matara is beautiful, my Imdiko.”
“She is.” He pinched, and Hope jerked at the sizzling hurt jabbing her nipples. She let go of Piras, having secured him in the cage. His flesh pressed the metal bars of his prison, and she wondered how it couldn’t be painful.
“Kiss me,” Lokmi ordered.
As if a switch had been thrown, Hope went from being Piras’ mistress to Lokmi’s servant. She turned her head to meet the Imdiko’s lips with her own, her fleeting glance noting Kila was comparing thicknesses of his various straps, readying to punish Piras and perhaps discipline her too.
She moaned, her pussy flexing, as Lokmi’s tongue filled her mouth.
He pushed her blouse and bra off, his kiss demanding. Lokmi was an Imdiko, a natural caregiver, but he possessed a great number of Dramok control characteristics as well. He was as likely to punish misdeeds as Kila at his most demanding, a prospect both enthralling and daunting for Hope.
He broke the kiss and pushed her onto the bed, putting her on her back. He yanked her pants and panties off, exposing her to the men’s avid gazes. He and Kila could be especially intent. So much so, Hope often fought the urge to cover herself, though she’d lost count of how many times they’d had sex.
She was small in stature, especially compared to her clanmates. Her slight frame, when she wore baggy clothing, had led her to be misidentified as a boy on occasion. She’d been delighted to escape second looks from men when her life had hung on remaining invisible aboard an Earther battlecruiser. Safe with her clan, she’d found herself wishing for a curvier physique.
It hadn’t been an issue in the past, however, and it was apparently not so at the moment. Lokmi’s arousal jutted the crotch of his black formsuit, which she glimpsed before he swooped down. His mouth latched on her shaved pussy. Hope’s brief regret fled at his eager attention.
“That looks good,” Kila growled, bending to watch more closely. He held an arm-length strap that made up for being short by its thickness.
Lokmi generously pressed her legs wider to afford the Nobek a better view of his tongue swirling around her clit. Kila rubbed his own swelling crotch as he indulged his greedy stare on the exciting scene.
He glanced at Piras, whose head still bowed submissively. “I see tits that need sucking and an ass that needs a beating. Get to it.”
Piras was on his elbows and knees in an instant, putting his vulnerable ass in the air. His mouth, no less hungry than Lokmi’s, settled on Hope’s small but sensitive breast and pulled eagerly. She moaned at the feeling of her lovers feasting on her.
Piras didn’t let up when Kila’s leather slapped his bare bottom. He whimpered against Hope’s flesh, but kept sucking and licking her stiff nipple with abandon. He switched between breasts, notes of pain on each exhale as the strapping went on with no sign of letup. Kila’s smirk was dark as he watched the Dramok’s ass redden, as Lokmi stabbed his tongue into her pussy, as Piras kissed and lapped in desperate concentration.
Lokmi returned his attention to her clit. He shoved two fingers in her cunt and pumped, finding her hotspot with practiced ease and applying mind-blowing friction. She jerked in response, nearly knocking Piras aside for an instant.
“Lie still, girl,” Kila warned, never missing a beat as he continued to roast Piras’ ass. “This strap is just as good at blistering your precious rump as his.”
Hope clenched handfuls of bed coverings in the effort to obey. However, Lokmi behaved in typical fashion. He goaded her by sucking her clit harder while whipping his tongue over it and rubbing where she was most sensitive within. She was unable to keep from thrashing, and poor, moaning Piras was forced to pin her.
“Good boy,” Kila praised him, though the strap didn’t let up. Why should it, when it was a reward for their clan leader? “You keep her in place for her fuck and suck. She’ll get her whipping later.”
Lokmi finally relented to stuff his dripping fingers in her ass, stretching her tighter channel. He battened on her pussy, his tongue sweeping in to claim her passion as he finger-fucked her back hole. The slight ache of being forced to yield added to her excitement, making his and Piras’ seduction more arousing.
Kila had apparently achieved the level of redness he wanted from Piras’ ass, because the spanking ceased. The Nobek dangled the strap, leering at Hope. “Keep this in mind, because your pert little ass will match his when we’re done.”
Desire surged at the threat, and Hope quivered. Kila chuckled and set the strap on the small table next to the mat.
Lokmi sat up, his touch leaving Hope. She moaned at the emptiness, but quieted as he pulled his uniform open. He stripped with an alacrity that had stunned Hope before she’d gotten used to how fast Kalquorians could move. Now the second it took him between being clothed and naked was a second too long.
He was the bulkiest of the three men, sheer masculinity in his carved perfection. His cocks jutted thick and ready. Though Hope knew after five years of clanship she could handle what he possessed, he gave her pause as he readied to fuck her.
She trembled as he gripped her thigh in one calloused hand, holding it up and out, positioning her. He readied his shafts in the other hand, pressing each to its intended target.
He entered her, not brutally, but with a steady determination that reminded her of just how big he was. She uttered a small cry as a delicious ache bloomed in pussy and ass. Knowing how she enjoyed his mastery and the hurt accompanying it, he pressed in until he’d filled her.
He paused, his gaze centered where he’d claimed her surrender. As he contemplated his strength embedded in her softness, Kila’s heavy palm slapped Piras’ ass.
“Suck her clit while I fuck her mouth. I want to hear her screaming from orgasm, or the cock cage won’t come off for the rest of the night.”
Piras scrambled to obey. An instant later, he was tonguing her while Lokmi slowly pumped in and out. She wailed as sensation bombarded her.
“I do love to hear you make noise. You’ll have to work harder at it with my primary shoved down your throat.” Kila crouched over her, his larger shaft tip brushing her lips. “Open up, my Matara.”
She already had, and the throbbing vein on the underside of his length was on her tongue as he finished speaking. She rubbed it as he sunk in, not stopping until she coughed against the tickle in her throat.
“Good girl. Suck my cock the way you’re meant to. Such a warm, sweet mouth for me to fuck.”
Kila was a talker during sex. He delivered a constant stream of encouragement, warnings, commentary on what they were doing, promises of what he’d do to her later. It was a monologue of seduction, exciting on its own.
Her groans and whimpers and coughs punctuated his increasingly breathy dialogue. He fondled her breasts as he slid between her lips, in time with Lokmi’s thrusts. Piras continued to suck and lick her engorged clit, and she edged ever closer to orgasm.
“You want to come for us, don’t you? You’ll come so fucking hard for your clan. I see you getting ready for it. You can’t hold out much longer. Come on, pretty girl, let me hear you scream.”
Seconds later, she did so. Her cunt pulled desperately on Lokmi’s primary as it pounded into her. Her cries were garbled as Kila rutted her mouth, spurting spicy-salty-sweet pre-cum on her tongue. Piras drew steadily on her clit, feeding the frenzy of violent climax, which seemed to have no end.
Her spasms heightened when she felt telltale pulses of Lokmi’s seed filling her. He grunted, holding her buttocks in a bruising grip as his cocks jolted inside her.
“Yeah, you love fucking and sucking our cocks, getting shot full of our cum. If I shot down your throat, you’d swallow every drop and beg for more. Not this time, pretty girl. All my cum is for your ass tonight.”
She shuddered in reaction to his dark whispers, to Piras extending the convulsions of her pleasure, to Lokmi’s slowing lunges. Imdiko and Nobek pulled free at the same instant, leaving her gasping and writhing under Piras’ avid attention.
Kila slapped his rear hard. “Excellent job on her clit, boy. Get out of the way while I deal properly with her hot ass.”
Piras reluctantly rolled off the bed, then stood beside it, wetness shining on his chin. Kila shoved Hope onto her belly. She glanced to note Lokmi had rolled to the far edge of the mat, his half-erect cocks still twitching as he panted.
“Put it in the air, girl. I promised you a spanking, didn’t I? After, you can fuck me in gratitude. Where’s my strap, Piras?” Kila’s rough hands were arranging her to his liking. Hope shuddered to hear she’d receive the thick strap too, though she didn’t dare resist.
“Here, my Nobek.”
“You’re being a well-behaved boy tonight, Piras. I’ll allow you play with her clit while I deal with her ass.”
“Thank you.” Eager fingers dove in her wetness and began rubbing. Hope cried out as a fresh surge of heat walloped her sex.
“There we go. We’ll make her yell, won’t we?”
The strap cracked against Hope’s buttocks, sending a stripe of stinging heat across them. She’d been propped on her elbows, but she collapsed as searing pain delivered a bolt of pure ecstasy to her sex. She wailed into the covers.
“That’s my girl, my very good girl.”
Another splash of agony-ecstasy. Hope jerked under the fiery torment. The movement sent her rubbing harder against Piras’ fingers, and she jerked.
“Look at you dance. You’re beautiful, my Matara. Let’s keep it going.”
She poured gasps and moans as the spanking and Piras’ caresses continued. Soon her ass was a fiery hell, but it was secondary compared to the rapture filling her womanhood.
“Look at your pussy drip. You’re so wet for my strap. My girl likes it when she’s disciplined. Especially when it gets intense.”
The rhythmic slaps of leather on flesh ended. Was it over? Would he fuck her now? Hope was sure his first stroke would set off orgasm. She was so close.
There was a slap, but not on her smarting ass. Her sex blazed in an abrupt inferno, and she screamed as it flexed.
“Pussy’s turn for a spanking. Hold still, naughty pussy.” Kila gripped her hip to keep her in place and his palm swatted her cunt again.
She came, shrieking in equal parts pain and elation as Piras tugged on her clit and Kila slapped her most vulnerable flesh. After the fifth swat, he stopped.
“That’s my girl.” He knelt behind her, his thighs holding hers open.
She sobbed, overcome, as his primary burrowed. It slid in, a slow invasion of her overwrought flesh. He pressed in until his smaller shaft entered her pussy. She quaked, on the verge once more.
“Fuck me now. Go on and get on those cocks.”
There was no use begging for a respite. Shuddering, Hope pushed back slowly, impaling herself on the thick lengths. Pressure built. Her gaze skittered to Piras’ face, visible where his hair parted. His gaze was avid on where he continued to massage her clit, lips wet and parted in excitement.
“Get on them, girl. All the way on.” Merciless Kila swatted her ass.
Hope shoved onto him. His cock rubbed her internal hotspot, and she detonated.
Through the roar in her ears, the maddening commands were relentless. “Keep it going, girl. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, and don’t stop.”
She rocked despite her pussy’s constant seizures, knowing Kila’s penalties were to be avoided at all costs. The spanking had been his version of gentle play. His actual punishments were a level of erotic suffering that gave even Piras pause.
She fucked as if her life depended on it, though she wanted to collapse and give her poor cunt and ass a rest. She didn’t let up even when a revived Lokmi ordered Piras to take off the cock cage and kneel in front of her. Piras obeyed, offering no resistance when their Imdiko tied his wrists behind his back.
“Stay absolutely still,” Lokmi growled at him. “If you so much as twitch, Kila’s beating will feel like love taps and the cage goes back on.”
“Get your mouth on our good boy, girl,” Kila said. “Suck him off while you’re fucking me. When he comes, swallow it. He’s been kind to bring you to orgasm so often. It’s his turn.”
She supported her weight on shaking arms to reach Piras’ primary. Forward, enclosing the livid length in her mouth, Piras’ delicious sweet-spiciness dancing over her tongue while her ass and pussy released most of Kila’s cocks. Backward, sucking the twitching shaft clean of its slickness and shuddering as she filled with the Nobek again, tormenting herself as incredible friction warned she’d come soon.
“Suck it down. Fuck me. Faster. Harder.” Kila was ruthless. “Do it. Make us come.”
Piras’ shaft jerked a warning, spurting pre-cum on her tongue. She swallowed it and as much of his cock as she could, trying to get him off before she lost her senses. Kila too. She slammed against him despite the anguish of her spanked ass. If she came first, she might be too exhausted to finish them. Such a scenario was unthinkable.
Kila’s exhortations ended, replaced by rhythmic grunts. He was nearly there. Piras shuddered violently. When Hope looked up at his face, she saw how it tensed, how his jaw clenched. He was close, but she was too, and the jolts of passion were growing stronger. She wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
Kila groaned, and his hands tightened painfully on Hope’s hips. His cocks jerked inside her. He was coming at last. The evidence of his passion lit hers, and as the first surge swept over her, she latched onto Piras, taking him down so she gagged on his cock.
He shouted. A flood of ecstatic heat filled Hope’s mouth. She swallowed the copious spend and cried out at each surge of climax clenching her pussy on Kila’s throbbing shaft. She heard Lokmi laugh and applaud as waves of bliss broke over her.
An unseen, unblinking gaze watched the four aliens from the corner of the room, shadowed by a shelf overhead. The entity, a miniscule portion of the All, regarded the scene with no emotion known to human or Kalquorian. What it felt was unimportant anyway. It had its task. Separated from the All, its judgments were meaningless.
The four drew apart, but only slightly and temporarily. They twined limbs as they curled together on the platform where they’d engaged in frantic activity. The smallest was kept in the center, and the other three focused on her. They vocalized.
“Let’s celebrate our return to civilization every day.”
“I vote for every hour.”
Loud bursts of noise from their gaping, wet mouths. The little one spoke next.
“I’m not sure my twat can take it every hour.”
“Every other hour?”
“Dream on.”
“Kila, is there any leshella left?”
The entity twitched, absorbing the language, comparing it to what it had gathered from the creature it had rode to board the lifeless vessel. It hadn’t had long to extract knowledge from its mount’s brain, so much of what was said was incomprehensible.
It needed a mount. It regarded the four. It was plain they were too familiar to serve its purpose. Differences in behavior would be noted easily. It would have to find a loner.
Wait and seek better prey. None of these are leader particles. Wait.
The voice had spoken. Distance could break the connection, but the All’s range was vast.
The entity mused the All’s order, seizing on the term “leader particles.” The enemy was of separation. True separation, not temporary. If the small offshoot had been capable, it would have sneered in disgust. Independently formed beings were tolerated by the Other, and the Other was an abomination.
While the four entities were absorbed in each other, the offshoot flitted to the door on its multiple legs. The door didn’t open, but it was of no concern. The offshoot faded into its home dimension and passed through the door like air.
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A new planet. A new enemy. Is the end coming for the Kalquorian Empire?
In the aftermath of the Kalquorian civil war and the defeat of the Bi’is invasion fleet, the empire has enjoyed peace. A new Earth has been born. A Kalquorian leads the Galactic Council of Planets. An era of harmony seems assured.
However, new dangers arrive on the horizon. Governor Stacy Nichols finds herself at odds with powerful opponents who want Earth II to return to the old ways that led to the demise of their original planet. They’ll do anything to stop her, especially when they discover her newfound romance with Clan Rihep of Kalquor.
After five years and a terrifying encounter with an unknown entity, Clan Piras is finally leaving their spy duties in Bi’is space. Now they must face enemies closer to home: the families of those they sacrificed while on a secret mission during the Kalquorian civil war.
A new threat to the
existence of Kalquor and the entire Galactic Council of Planets arrives in the
midst of these challenges, a dark menace unlike anything faced before. One
young, inexperienced spyship ensign is all that stands between the galaxy and
utter destruction. Can he warn the empire in time…or is it already too late?
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