Alpha Space Station
Blythe’s eyelids fluttered. Her thoughts were far from Browning Copeland, from keeping secrets from the men she’d begun to fear she was falling in love with, from anything but those very men and what they were doing to her.
She lay on the bed, or sleeping mat, as the Kalquorians called it. They were once again in a rented room. Selt had put in for her ban on the private living level to be lifted, and they were waiting for the station master’s decision.
Meanwhile, she was surrounded by Clan Deram. On either side of her lay Selt and lovely Hadlez, a pair of delicious walls hemming her in. They were engaged in rubbing her breasts. Between her spread legs was Deram, his stunning features hovering over her wet sex.
The Dramok watched her face as he stroked the path between her pussy lips. She gasped at the exquisite sensation but managed to hold still, as she’d been ordered to.
I can, as long as he doesn’t touch my—
Deram’s calloused fingertip caressed the tip of her clit. She squeaked, and her hips gave a small, involuntary jerk.
Maybe it had been too slight a movement for him to punish her. Or maybe he was in a generous mood. In any event, he chuckled rather than reprimanded her.
“Too much? Gentler contact then.”
His lips surrounded her clit, sending warmth through her. His tongue, almost as abrading as his finger, swirled around the tiny shaft. She moaned as she melted. Her hips twitched, and he rested his forearm on her lower abdomen, holding her down as he continued to taste.
“Close your eyes,” Hadlez whispered.
She did so. Feeling became her world as Deram continued to swirl his tongue around her clit, as his clanmates massaged her breasts and plucked her nipples. Yearning built high, leaving her gasping.
Deram pushed a finger in her greedy sex, sliding deep, rubbing where sensation doubled the excitement of his mouth on her. An indescribable yearning filled her, psychological and physical. He stroked slowly, lingeringly, and her pussy clutched his finger, begging for more. What he held back in speed, he made up for in accuracy, pressing on that special spot inside, his tongue teasing her clit free of its hood.
Blythe stopped breathing, her body straining, a millimeter from crescendo. So close…
Then Deram pressed her hotspot harder. His tongue lapped, applying demanding pressure. Blythe detonated. Surges of purest pleasure demolished her, and she screamed as electric shocks sizzled up and down her spine.
She was nowhere near done when he and the others turned her over, setting her on hands and knees. The Dramok’s strong hands held her hips high. The next instant, his primary shoved in her womanhood, stretching her engorged flesh, forcing her to yield to the thick intruder.
Incredible ecstasy overwhelmed the instant of aching discomfort. He drove deep, his secondary rubbing her clit as he had her, setting off a fresh round of violent pulses.
Her fists twisted the covers. Hadlez and Selt resumed playing with her breasts. She was aware of their intent gazes, of them watching as she gasped her release. Over it all was the steady slapping of Deram’s flesh on hers, of his iron cock plumbing her depths again and again.
When her moans grew throatier, warning of renewed orgasm, he slowed. He withdrew so only the tapered tip of him remained in her spasming warmth. She strained to shove onto him, to claim the sweet bliss once more.
“In a moment,” he murmured, patting her ass. More than patting. It was a firm, stinging reminder of who was in charge.
Only when impending climax had retreated did he move. He plunged deep, his rhythm quick. Blythe panted, desperate whimpers punctuating each thrust, but she held still for him.
“Good girl,” he praised, and her heart warmed to hear his approval. “You may come for me now.”
His fingers slid over her mound and found her swollen clit. Her cries rang through the room as he fondled her to completion.
He rutted her hard, extending her rapture. At last, having made sure of her gratification, he released. He groaned as his cock jerked, emptying his passion in her depths.
Often, whoever had fucked her would roll them onto the mat, curling her into his warmth as she drifted in the soft pleasure of post-orgasm. However, Deram was the first of her lovers to claim her that night. Despite looking forward to Selt’s and Hadlez’s attentions, Blythe whimpered a protest when Deram pulled free, leaving her empty.
“Greedy girl,” Selt chuckled, his cocks sticking straight from his well-muscled frame. “Don’t worry. Hadlez will make you sing a new song for us.”
“Thank you, my Nobek.” The beauty of the trio was delighted to not have to wait for his turn.
He picked her up and set her on her feet next to the bed. His careful grasp of Blythe’s dainty wrist said he knew how careful he had to be. “The smallest of restraints are still almost too big for you.”
She shivered as he drew the soft cuff tight while carefully avoiding affecting her circulation. The clan’s Imdiko, Hadlez was the gentlest of the trio. It didn’t mean he wasn’t dominating, nor that he wouldn’t spank her soundly if she misbehaved. Perhaps he wasn’t as controlling as Deram or as demanding as Selt, but his was an alpha personality nonetheless.
A thread of anxiety ran through her as he cuffed her other wrist and secured it to its mate behind her back. Far from quelling the arousal that had no off switch in Clan Deram’s presence, her nervousness fed it.
Hadlez’s warm palms rubbed her shoulders. “Is it okay? No strain?”
“It’s okay.” Because she couldn’t help herself, she tugged at the restraints. Naturally, they held. She was helpless against Hadlez and his clanmates, should they decide to join in. Vulnerable to them using her body in any way they wished.
Her pussy, still warm from the orgasms Deram had woken, clenched. She enjoyed her inability to defend herself from these men…probably because they’d never harmed her. They only gave her what they’d learned she found exciting. Even the carnal acts she wasn’t entirely comfortable with.
Especially the carnal acts that made her uncomfortable.
She licked her lips and peered up at Hadlez. His smile was slight and gaze piercing, as if he could read her thoughts. “Nowhere to go. Mine for the taking.”
His arm circled her as he spoke. Despite the potentially frightening words he’d spoken, his embrace comforted her. He felt warm and safe, a shelter able to survive any storm. As if discerning the ramblings of her mind, he set his fingers under her chin, lifting her lips to his for a kiss. Her insides tumbled at his gentleness, so at odds with the cuffs he reminded her she wore by gripping her imprisoned wrists in his huge hand. She swayed closer to him.
Hadlez’s kiss deepened, became forceful. Even as she opened to his tongue sweeping in her mouth, her arms twisted, seeking escape.
There was none.
He finished, leaving her lips feeling swollen and bruised. He stepped back…such an intense, scary stare for such a gorgeous creation…and eyed her. His demeanor gave the impression of a man inspecting his property. Blythe wanted to bristle at the attitude. Instead, she trembled in eagerness to earn his approval.
His demanding gaze went to her chest. She was small up top, as befitted her slight frame, but she never failed to wish for a more impressive bust. It rarely mattered the men often told her how much they enjoyed her breasts.
What she lacked in size, she made up for in sensitivity. Hadlez cupped her breast, and she went up on her toes as the contact sizzled straight to her clit. He chuckled and stroked both, his expression pleased. His thumbs orbited her areolas. She quivered in reaction as he coaxed her nipples to tighten, then gasped when he tugged on them. Her pussy echoed the pleasure of his touch.
He bent, and she inhaled sharply when he sucked the entirety of her breast into his maw. His tongue circled her nipple, then flicked it until she came up on her toes again. He held her prisoner for his attentions, his hands gripping her upper arms. Wetness slid to her inner thighs.
He released her, sucking hard all the way. His mouth rendered a slight pop as he released her. He inspected her reddened mound and distended nipple, satisfaction giving him a gloating expression.
He swung his long hair forward, and Blythe noticed a couple of glittering objects clipped to the black curtain. He removed one, a metal clothespin-looking device tipped by white-cushioned ends.
Had it been on Blythe’s mind to protest, she wouldn’t have had time. Hadlez clamped her nipple faster than her eyes could follow his movements.
She felt the barest pinching pressure. Nothing to worry over, but experience with Clan Deram had taught her the reprieve was temporary.
“Breathe, sweetling,” Hadlez admonished mildly. “It’s easier if you breathe nice and steady.”
He tightened a screw on the clamp. He was slow and careful, watching her face as he did so. When the pressure sent a sliver of pain where the clamp trapped her nipple, she whimpered.
“Keep breathing.”
Fortunately, the hurt was diminishing. Her nipple pulsed. Hadlez brushed a fingertip over it, and sensation walloped her, from breast and clit equally. She groaned and thrust her chest forward.
“Good girl. Now for the other.”
The second brought the sting of tears. Hadlez murmured encouragement until arousal made her pussy ache. Her inner thighs were definitely wet now.
His fingers combed through her shoulder-length hair, then returned to her scalp. He gripped her strands and pulled her head back so she had no choice but to stare in his cat-pupiled eyes.
There was a pulling on her breast clamp, and Blythe cried out at the stab of anguish. She jerked at the cuffs holding her prisoner instinctively. At the same instant, her feet shifted to widen her legs. Helplessness crashed over her. Her pussy throbbed unrepentant, eager to be filled by her captor.
“That’s it. Offer yourself to me.” Another tug. Another heady rush of pain. When her mouth opened to express the intoxicating swirl of hurt and bliss, he kissed her deeply. Her entire body heated.
He took a clamp off. They hadn’t been on long enough to affect her circulation much, but her nipple clamored complaint anyway. Blythe panted until she remembered to breathe through the pain.
No sooner had the throbbing become manageable when Hadlez reached for the second clamp. Blythe couldn’t help but attempt to twist away. He had hold of her hair, however, so she barely budged. He chuffed laughter as he removed the clamp.
She danced on her toes a couple of steps as torment bloomed. She barely noticed Hadlez lifting her onto the bed and laying her on its surface.
He unbuckled the cuffs from each other. The rented room had been chosen for its selection of places where one could be restrained. Clamps, chains, and cords studded the bed’s headboard, footboard, and walls.
Hadlez secured the cuffs to the headboard’s cords, spreading her arms wide. The pose flattened what scant chest she had, but her fiercely pink nipples jutted toward the ceiling.
He located a strap attached to the boards framing the mat and stretched it over her torso, just beneath her breasts. He went to the opposite side and found another strap. He adjusted their lengths and buckled them together. His fingers ran beneath them, checking them for tightness. “Deep breath.”
She obeyed.
“Good.” He caressed her nipples, and she tried to arch at the incredible intensity of sensation. The strap kept her from doing so. Hadlez grinned and plucked, then pinched the fuchsia peaks until she squirmed and squealed.
Deep chuckles from the corners reminded her Deram and Selt were there. Despite her undercover prostitution gig on Dantovon and her previous activities with the clan, she hadn’t quite gotten used to being watched while having sex. It was among those uncomfortable situations her psyche somehow deemed erotic.
Hadlez cuffed her ankles as he had her wrists and spread her wide, binding her to the corners of the footboard chains. They offered glassy-clinking comments on her straining against them. She felt dizzy.
Hadlez stroked her pussy mound, then lower to her slit. Heat flared from his touch. When she moaned and rocked to prolong the contact, he drew his fingers away.
She hissed in frustration. He laughed at her.
He leaned over her, his lips closing on her lower lip. He licked it gently, then moved down to kiss her chin, her throat, between her breasts. His fingers, wet from her excitement, circled her nipple. He licked it clean, then sucked. The pulling of his mouth set her pussy throbbing. Then he bit the livid tip, carefully but hard enough to hurt. Lust stabbed her cunt.
He kissed his way to her other nipple and did the same. She writhed as her sex pulsed. She wanted him to touch her there. She wanted him in her.
Thank heavens, he granted her wish. His fingertips minutely explored her folds, as if he hadn’t been intimately acquainted with them several times already. Her clit, already distended, tightened in anticipation. He swirled around it, teasing. Her body whispered soft sounds on the linens as she writhed.
He pushed two fingers in her. Slid outward slowly. Pushed again. He searched for where it felt best, applying friction. She groaned, her hips tilting in welcome.
A third finger. Deram, who was much thicker than Hadlez’s fingers, had fucked her, but her passage was swollen in desire. It clenched on the invaders, greedy for their girth, feeling how full they made her. She uttered a low wail.
“Right there.” Hadlez rubbed ruthlessly, lighting her like a firecracker. Her head tossed from side to side as orgasm considered her but decided to wait.
A low hum sounded. She thought it was an effect of her rising arousal but learned otherwise when his fingers slipped free and something thicker penetrated her. Mild vibrations filled her, applying delicious pressure. He stroked in and out a few times before seating it inside and leaving it there.
He returned to her nipples. As he sucked one hard enough to create dimples in his cheeks, he plucked the other. A riot of sensations warred for her attention: the relentless vibrations of the toy in her cunt, the wet pleasure of his lips and tongue, the darts of hurt from his fingers. Breathy cries flowed from Blythe as aching yearning overtook her.
She trembled from head to toe as he drifted lower. His palms rubbed the length of her shins and calves, their warmth somehow sending chills down her spine. He stroked her thighs, then licked the inner flesh as he discovered her wetness there. Long, leisurely laps from his rough tongue drifted near where she wanted him to taste most. Her trembles turned to quakes as he neared clamoring flesh.
He increased the vibrator’s strength and used it to fuck her, slow and steady. Her pussy convulsed on it, desperate to claim climax. It hovered beyond reach, a brutal tease. Her legs strained to close, but she couldn’t move them. She tugged at her arms. No give. No escape. No way to make him let her come.
“Please,” she moaned between clenched teeth.
“Hush.” His gaze centered on where the toy moved, on her eager pussy as he played with her.
His tone was absolute. She belonged to him to enjoy as he pleased. If she pushed, he might deny her what she needed so desperately.
It seemed an eternity as her body fought for release that wouldn’t come. Hadlez kept her suspended on the edge, his beautiful face inscrutable as she suffered for him.
When he eased the vibrator from her frantic flesh, she couldn’t keep a despairing cry leashed. He swatted her pussy to punish her. The sting was enthralling, as was the ache of the vibrator pressing in her ass and traveling deep. She was a hairsbreadth from orgasm, molten heat billowing through her. She gasped and jerked in her bonds, but she couldn’t grasp rapture.
Hadlez eased the vibrator in her ass and pumped as he had her pussy. She was quite aware of the brutal pressure there, but her attention riveted on his mouth hovering near her sex. His breath was balmy warmth. It seemed her clit strained for contact. She swore she felt it drawing on the surrounding flesh.
Hadlez’s tongue peeked out. Its tip tapped her clit, granting the slightest pressure. Blythe groaned. She was so damned close. Another tap. Her guts twisted tight. Another tap. She arched.
He pulled the vibrator free and tossed it aside. Hadlez suddenly loomed, crouching over her as he guided his thick, gleaming cocks to her. Yes, yes, yes, yes—
He took her in a single thrust. Blythe’s insides knotted one final time, then exploded. Ecstasy poured through her. Spasms shook her from head to toe.
Hadlez rode her brutally. The continuous pounding set her off again before the first climax ended. She was lost under an avalanche of raw, violent ecstasy, buffeting from every angle.
Her surroundings returned, matching the pace of her pussy settling in softer spasms. Hadlez moaned softly, his cocks jolting in her still-clenching passages. They sighed in a chorus as their bodies relaxed.
Selt appeared next to them, water bottles in his hands. As Hadlez sat up, Deram unlocked Blythe’s cuffs from the cords and chains. His supernatural Kalquorian speed meant he did so in a couple of seconds.
Selt cuddled Blythe on his lap. He held the bottle he’d brought for her, appearing indulgently amused as she gulped. Her mind drifted lazily as she did so, still wasted by the aftereffects of intense pleasure. Selt felt warm and safe despite his erections, which pressed against her hip. She should probably be concerned about what they’d soon be doing, but her brain floated on a sea of satisfaction.
She should have known better.
Selt tossed the empty bottle away. Gripping her securely to his muscled torso, he reached between her legs and stroked her clit. Only a small part of her registered his fingertip felt…odd. The rest of her focused on the profound contact. She tightened everywhere, relaxation banished in an instant. Her breath caught.
“Hmm. You have energy left for me? Maybe this will be overkill then.”
His finger vibrated. Blythe jerked, but he held her still as he rubbed, the fingertip vibrating pad waking what had been a satisfied pussy. She stared at him as she squirmed helplessly in his grip.
“Much like you, it’s small but powerful. Do you like it?”
Her desperate writhing made the biting arousal worse since he kept contact and she inadvertently rubbed on it. Her hands slammed his chest, but she might as well as tried to move a mountain.
The cloudiness of her mind was that of excitement rather than gratification. Selt drove her crazy when he withdrew contact, crazier when he resumed just as she caught her breath. Her heels beat the bed as she kicked.
He chuckled, continuing the cruel cycle of intense pleasure and terrible abandonment. “What’s wrong, lovely? Can’t take what you want? Whereas I can, whenever it suits me…and not a second before.”
She squalled and increased her struggles to escape, then attempted to force orgasm to claim her by rubbing frantically when he pressed the vibrator to her clit. Her arms and legs were free, but she couldn’t defend herself from him. His hold on her was laughably casual. His gaze was intense, swallowing hers.
She was his, a mere plaything if he wished her to be. Her inability to work her will in any direction on the man short-circuited her mind. She panted, her ability to speak draining away.
He pressed on her clit, increasing the delicious ache cycling her upward. His thumb pushed inside her, penetrating her. He thrust, his vibrating finger drawing circles around her clit. At each invasion, her pussy clenched on him, betraying her eagerness for his possession. He rubbed, the trembling vibrations demanding her surrender.
A spasm swamped her, then a blast of sheer elation raced through her body. She wailed at every breath, when each thundering wave bore her under. Through it all was the vision of purple eyes watching, the feeling of him stroking inside and out.
She groaned as the orgasm ebbed. She couldn’t have mounted a defense if her life had depended on it.
“So beautiful,” Selt sighed, peeling the vibe pad from his finger. He ran his palms over her chest and plucked her nipples. When she gasped at the flare of interest she’d been sure had been sated, he caught her mouth and kissed her deeply. A warm glow told her that though she was satisfied, Clan Deram knew how to wake her again and again.
Selt pinched her nipples, and she wriggled as the hurt stampeded to her clit, becoming heated delight along the way. He licked a rosy peak, then his teeth seized it carefully. Her pussy convulsed at the bright shard of hurt, then once more when he did it to the other. Pain was the same as pleasure by now.
“You do like it rough, don’t you?” Selt kissed her demandingly, as if he’d bruise her lips. She felt herself devoured. He pinched her swollen nipples as he plundered. A demanding ache announced itself between her legs.
When would she ever get enough of these men? Was it possible?
He moved down to suck her breasts. They tingled at the force of how he drew on them. She moaned when he nipped clamoring flesh. Each sting was erotic, waking lust and searing her brain clean of thought. Every inch of her throbbed in tandem with her quickened pulse. It never failed to shock her how eager his brutish attentions made her for him.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “No demands, my lovely?”
Only that you don’t stop. “Whatever you want,” was what she said.
Selt grinned. “What I want covers a lot of ground.”
She knew, and a part of her regretted saying it. A very small part, which was overwhelmed when two of his fingers plunged deep in her pussy.
He pounded her, and she caught fire. She arched into his strength as excitement rose. He’d found the special spot inside…of course he had, these incredible Kalquorian fuckers always did…and the friction was driving her straight to ecstasy.
Before she could claim it, he stopped. He pulled out to pinch her labia lips, adding delicious hurt to enhance her helpless enthrallment. She kicked the bed and gripped the muscles connecting his neck and shoulders as if she’d rip them off.
His fingers dove in. She arched as best as his iron grip allowed, squalling as climax heaved toward the precipice. He stopped.
He spanked her pussy. She wailed, but her thighs offered no attempt to shield her from the sharp blows. In fact, she spread her legs to welcome the attention. The pain was nonexistent. It was only rapture she experienced, intensity rather than hurt.
“Just as I want you,” the Nobek growled.
He abruptly rose, taking her with him and flipping her to crouch on elbows and knees. He was slick and hot and demanding at her entrances. She mewled in desperate hunger, pushing onto him.
“That’s it.” He gripped her hair, his other hand clamped on her hip. “Get on those cocks, girl.”
She worked to do so, her pussy and ass spreading to yield to his hunger. She needed him to fuck her more than anything she’d needed before. It was his thicker, longer primary she struggled to enclose in her ass, and she grunted at the effort. He was slick, which helped, but he was so big.
“Slow, little lovely. Don’t hurt yourself. Rock your hips to take a little more in each time.”
She obeyed, though she wanted all of him there and then. A small mote of sanity prevailed, reminding her an injury would end the fun on a decidedly bad note.
Bit by frustrating bit, she absorbed him, her tight hole stretching as his tapered length increased in girth. At last, she was impaled on him, both shafts filling ass and pussy. She was gorged on cocks, uncomfortably so. At the same instant, she was incredibly excited. His thicknesses pressed hard where she was most sensitive.
Fully embedded, he used his handful of her hair to press her face on her forearms. His implacable control increased the thrills chasing through her. He held her prisoner as he eased free, then slipped back in. Blythe’s tension retreated a touch as the ache receded. Selt continued to slowly, carefully fuck her until tight muscles fully yielded. Bliss suffused her, and she moaned.
“Good girl,” the Nobek muttered. He eased back, then took her. Their flesh clapped forcefully together. Exquisite rapture rocketed through her, and she yipped.
Gripping her hair and hip, raising her ass slightly, he pounded into her. Her whole body lit at the primitive way he rutted, an animal claiming his mate. Her nether parts clenched him, demanding. It rendered the friction more electrifying, and elation began to bloom.
Pleasure flung wide, engulfing her. Her pussy flexed on Selt’s secondary. He shoved deep, yanking her onto himself at every thrust. She screamed as a second, bigger orgasm blasted her to the heavens, vaguely aware of him jerking within, his seed jetting in her.
He stayed there after she returned to her senses, until her cunt quit rippling around him. He pulled free carefully. Then she was surrounded by the trio, who cuddled her on their entwined legs. She was given water while her body was rubbed all over, soothing her. She glowed until she remembered she had a reason not to. Then the lovemaking began anew, allowing her to lose herself in the pureness of lust for a little while longer.
* * * *
Blythe Nelson is certain Clan Deram is keeping something from her. The clan of spies finds it difficult to stay a step ahead of the wily reporter who’s winning their hearts. What they don’t know is Blythe has a secret of her own. New love can’t survive without trust, and neither side is ready when the truth comes out.
Dramok Ospar, determined to return to the political stage, strikes up a deal with Royal Councilman Oiteil. Unaware he’s dealing with a Dark entity controlling Oiteil, he finds himself fighting for his honor, his relationship with his clan…and his life.
The Kalquorian Empire, already struggling against the Darks infiltrating its highest offices, suffers a new blow when it’s revealed it’s keeping a prisoner from the war against the first Earth: Holy Leader Browning Copeland. The schism between Kalquor and its allies grows deeper, setting the empire against the rest of the galaxy.
As chaos descends on rioting Earther colonies, the Galactic Council of Planets, and Kalquor, a desperate group of humans and Kalquorians race to stop the force behind the turmoil: the Darks. Can they loosen the grip on their worlds the enemy seeks to tighten, or is all lost?
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