Oh dear! Did I leave you hanging yesterday? Never fear...this last excerpt from Secret War delivers all the naughty goodies between Clan Rihep and Stacy Nichols.
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Her mouth
watering…she’d never met a Kalquorian who wasn’t delicious, and this clan was
particularly so…Stacy leaned forward as Rihep stepped close. She maintained her
pose of spread thighs and arms as was expected while she tilted her head to bestow
an open-mouth kiss to Rihep’s secondary.
His spicy-sweet flavor
danced over her tongue as she slid it over the tip of his twitching shaft. She
kissed him slowly, lingeringly, to show she was indeed grateful for the
opportunity to adore him. Then she did the same to his larger primary,
delighting in the bead of pearlescent pre-cum that had appeared. Its slight
saltiness added to the delectable taste of him.
She moved between
the two lengths, taking more of him in each time, until a tickle at her throat’s
threshold made her gag. Rihep’s breath caught at the sound and feeling.
“Deeper.”
Stacy fought to
comply, swallowing the choking thicknesses as best she could. She did well for
the most part, sometimes coughing when she messed up…and sometimes when she didn’t.
It excited the men when she struggled to deepthroat them. They loved the idea
of having such control over her, though they’d have stopped off immediately if
she told them she couldn’t handle it.
No, don’t think
about it. They’re in control. I have no choice but to do as they wish. The fantasy was everything.
Rihep’s cocks had begun
to jerk when he stepped away. Black trousers took his place, clinging lovingly
to slimmer legs.
Etnil played with her
breasts for several minutes, as Rihep had. He swatted them a few times to watch
them quiver, to make Stacy whimper at the enthralling heat filling them. Then
he reached between her legs to find her soaking wet.
“Hello, pussy.
Missed me? It sure feels like you have.”
His fingers stabbed
in her, finding her sweet spot and rubbing until she squirmed. He spanked her
intimate flesh to rebuke her for not staying still, then tugged her clit so she
writhed harder. Another few stinging swats followed, which thrilled better than
they hurt.
“Naughty girl. Go on
and put those gorgeous lips where they belong.”
She heard him slurp
her juices from his fingers as she eagerly obeyed. She gave him the same
treatment she’d given Rihep, sucking him as greedily as he did his fingers.
Etnil’s flavor was slightly milder than his Dramok’s, a little sweeter. Just as
luscious.
When his hand cupped
the back of her head, she quieted, her mouth full of his primary. Sighing, he
rocked his hips, feeding her the entirety of his length and holding her in
place until she choked. He reversed slowly, allowing her to catch her breath
before doing it again.
He groaned as she
gagged on his twitching cock. “That’s my girl.”
She imagined his
expression as he fucked her mouth. She wasn’t allowed to glance up. She had to
keep her gaze lowered in submission unless ordered to do otherwise. She’d seen
Etnil at the height of arousal, however, his impish smirk vanishing as intense
need rode him. It was a darker look than he typically wore, an aura as demanding
as his clanmates’.
After several strokes,
he stepped aside so Kuran could have his turn at the beloved ritual of Stacy
proving her intention to surrender.
“Open,” the Nobek
ordered in a gruff voice. Stacy did so, as wide as she could. Holding his primary
up and out of the way, he slid his smaller cock over her slightly extended
tongue. As Etnil had, he moved back and forth. Stacy’s lips weren’t closed over
his shaft, however, allowing Kuran to watch as he moved over the pillow of her
tongue, as he traveled deep and her throat convulsed around him, as she held still
and accepted his use of her.
He repeated the act
with his primary, his smaller cock sliding wetly under her chin as he enjoyed
her. When pre-cum spat on her tongue, he pulled free and told her to swallow
it. She did so. She kept her mouth open, because he had to watch it happen.
“Suck.”
Her lips closed over
him. His groin swayed to meet her lips as she bobbed against him, matching his
rhythm even when she coughed. Kuran was exacting, and gagging was no excuse to
falter. Whatever discipline he planned to deliver for later fun wouldn’t be a
deterrent to actual punishment for failing to satisfy his demands.
Another spurt of
passion, and the Nobek also stepped away. Stacy maintained her spread position
and kept her eyes down as they stood silently, looking her over.
Rihep spoke after
several seconds. “You mentioned reminding her of what happens when she
disobeys.”
“Yes, my Dramok.”
“I agree it would be
best. But she performed well just now, so perhaps a reward as well.”
Stacy forced herself
to not wiggle in delight. Discipline coupled with pleasure was her favorite
activity.
The men retreated to
the wall where drawers slid out at a touch. The clan had three such drawers
full of implements of pain and ecstasy. Stacy tried to remember to breathe as
she wondered what they’d choose tonight. Cuffs? The flogger? Sensitizing gel or
some other cream to delight or torment?
They returned but held
whatever they’d fetched from her gaze. Stacy grew keyed up as they continued to
consider her, silently weighing their next move. She almost whimpered when
Rihep grasped her breast and fondled. She managed to remain silent,
subservient, meek.
His strong-jawed
face came in view when he bent to mouth and suck her breast. Her trembling
grew. She panted as his warm mouth devoured the sensitive mound. His rough
tongue lashed her nipple, making it tight and pointed. He suckled the tip, and
she shivered uncontrollably from the delightful sensation. When he drew back,
releasing her, she almost committed the sin of crying out and thrusting her chest
toward him to dispute the loss.
He showed her the
nipple clamp. Its hard silver circle and chain on which dangled the large,
glittering garnet weighted it. Stacy swallowed. Her breasts were extremely
sensitive. The clamp would hurt. Her cunt clenched in reaction.
She held perfectly
immobile as Rihep slid the clamp onto her nipple. Her lower lip trembled and
tears stung her eyes as he tightened it and pain speared her breast. The shard
of anguish traveled, zeroing on her clit and twisting into excitement along the
way. Craving and agony doubled when Rihep tugged on the garnet. Stacy’s pussy
spasmed again.
He smiled, as if he’d
sensed the tug of war between anguish and lust. Then he mouthed her other
breast, readying it for its share.
When he’d imprisoned
the second nipple, leaving Stacy shaking and tears streaking down her cheeks
from the battling sensations, he set the garnets swinging. A whimper escaped
her.
“Yes, you may yell
and cry while we give you your reminders. You will also come for us while we reinforce
why you should be a good girl. Refusing to come as we wish means not coming
when you wish for a week.”
Stacy moaned. No,
she couldn’t face orgasm denial for an entire week. She’d go insane.
Rihep gave her his
serene smile and turned to Kuran and Etnil. “What else do we have for her?”
Stacy snuck a peek.
Etnil’s hands were hidden behind him. He beamed at his clan leader and revealed
he held a buttplug. It was sizable, half the girth of their secondaries.
Stacy looked down
before they could catch her watching. The plug would stretch her tighter opening,
but not enough to keep her from aching when the first of them fucked her.
“Turn and put your
ass in the air.”
She did so, whimpering
as she bent forward onto her elbows and the weighted nipple clamps shifted,
bringing fresh pain. She found some relief when the gems rested on the bed,
easing the pull.
Pressure poked at her
rear hole. The plug, slickened by lubricant or perhaps her lovers’ natural
juices, shoved in her. Used to having Kalquorian cocks fucking her there, it
wasn’t uncomfortable. Stacy relaxed into the momentary reprieve from being
tested, knowing how temporary the break was.
Since it had been
Etnil who’d selected the plug, she guessed it was he used it to slowly fuck
her. The men were quiet, probably watching her take it. The scent of their
arousal was heavy, but she imagined it grew more so as they anticipated the
moment each would feel her taut passage yield to them.
“Hands and knees.”
Shuddering in anticipation,
Stacy rose from her folded arms. The garnets lifted from the bed’s surface,
pulling her nipples and bringing a hiss as the weight sent jabs through her
flesh. Rihep joined her on the bed. He lay on his side, his head propped on his
palm as he studied her face. He brushed the clamp weights, setting them
swinging. Stacy moaned at the hurt and the growing thrill of anticipation as
they readied to push her to her limits.
Etnil adopted his
clan leader’s pose on the other side of Stacy. He grinned with his usual
mischief, but his gaze was still dark and demanding.
She wasn’t given much
opportunity to worry over the Imdiko. “Look over your shoulder.” The order came
from Kuran behind her.
She obeyed to see
him looming over her, standing by the bed. He showed her the thick black rubber
paddle he held. It was as long as his forearm. Experience had taught Stacy the
raised nubs on its surface would deliver intense punishment. No wonder Rihep
had given her permission to yell. Foreseeing the coming few minutes, tears
spilled down her cheeks.
“Do you agree to our
decision to set this reminder?”
It was her chance to
put a stop to the demanding scene they played. It was a reminder she was
ultimately in control of what happened next. She was eager to shove the responsibility
aside and return to pretending not one damned thing was up to her for a change.
“I agree, Nobek.”
“Turn away and
prepare yourself.”
He didn’t paddle her
immediately. Instead, he rubbed her ass vigorously, increasing the circulation.
It shifted the butt plug, asserting its presence and adding excitement.
Meanwhile, Rihep and Etnil tugged the chains of the nipple clamps and kept them
swinging so she could appreciate their exquisite hurt before the paddle claimed
the greater part of her attention.
Stacy crouched on all
fours, enduring their attention, remembering how good it would ultimately feel.
Doing her best to convince herself, as she often did, that surrendering to the
men wasn’t a mistake.
Kuran ended the admittedly
enjoyable massage. Stacy tensed, then remembered what a bad idea it was. She forced
her muscles to relax as much as she could. They immediately tightened again,
and she kept having to ease off.
The seconds ticked
by, lengthening the expectation of what was coming. Kuran drew out Stacy’s
anxiety, allowing Rihep and Etnil to keep her on edge by bestowing insistent attention
on her stinging, heat-filled breasts. Stacy’s fingertips gripped the bed’s
cover. She dreaded and wished Kuran would do it. Oh no, she was tense. Relax—
The three-inch-thick
paddle whacked her ass. An inferno of blazing agony woke, and she yelped as her
backside throbbed blistering heat. Her knees dug in the bed as instinct tried
to make her spring from her tormentors, but she managed to remain in place.
“Naughty girl, he’ll
add to it if you attempt to get away.” Etnil’s teasing singsong rose above her
breathless sobs. “Better stay put, or you’ll learn what real punishment is.”
The paddle struck,
and agony resounded. Stacy’s next cry was louder. A flood of tears blurred her
sight and smeared the figures of Rihep and Etnil in her peripheral vision. The
rapture she was so certain of seemed very far from her grasp, maybe impossible.
What if it didn’t come tonight? What if there was only hurt?
Smack. Scorching distress seared her ass. No, it
wasn’t happening this time. She should yell sholt, the Kalquorian word
for stop, which would end the spanking. And probably the rest of the night’s
sexy fun. They’d be so disappointed…
Smack. More heat. At last, its tendrils reached deep.
They found and teased her core, but she thought it was too late. The first
wisps of carnal excitement from giving in to brutal cravings were too faint.
Stacy heard a low
humming. There was another wallop, and she stopped wondering what the familiar
sound was to grasp at the too-slowly changing sensations. She had to stop.
Craving wasn’t happening the way it should.
Pressure settled on
her mound. A violent quivering found her clit, which had engorged as if the
paddling were a sensual delight. Stacy forgot to breathe as deep thrumming
filled her intimate flesh, waking primitive hunger.
“Naughty girl likes
her spankings. They get her so excited. Her Nobek’s correction makes her come
every time.”
She felt the paddle
strike and felt the heat more than pain. The vibrator Etnil rubbed on her clit
twisted what agony there’d been into a nameless intensity, which shuddered her
very soul. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding against it.
“Ride it, naughty
girl.”
She did. Her hips
moved in quickening rhythm as ecstasy beckoned, as the paddle matched her
thrusts and urged her on, as the sizzling tugs on her nipples increased.
“Come for us. Show
us you belong to us.”
Yes. She was theirs.
She had to show them she could behave, she’d give them whatever they desired, whenever
and however they wanted.
“Are you going to come
for us?”
“Yes.” She was nearly
there, the sweetly violent feeling of craving growing too big to be stopped,
the proof she’d give them everything. The paddle tattooed her ass, her tits
clamored under the constant tugs, and she rode the insistent pressure at her
clit. Roiling bliss filled her and pushed to escape.
She shattered.
Blinding white
eclipsed all but the heaving elation billowing through her, pouring from her.
Waves pounded, breaking her to bits in a thrilling deluge. She was tossed
helpless in the seething tide of rapture, and it seemed an eternity passed
before it released her.
She was first aware
of somebody moaning, and it took a few seconds before she realized it came from
her. She became aware she was trembling from head to toe, still somehow on all
fours. The vibrator was gone, and the paddling was over. The ache from the
nipple clamps was pleasant, the hanging weights no longer a torment.
“Have you returned
to us?” Rihep’s smiling face appeared.
“Think so.”
“Then lie on your
back.”
She did so, managing
to not collapse despite how her body quaked. She whimpered when her aching ass
met the bed’s surface, but it was the good ache that made her feel strangely
secure. As soon as she settled, Kuran crawled onto the mat and settled his wide
shoulders between her legs. Without preamble, his long, rough tongue lapped her
sopping pussy.
Stacy was spent, but
there was no fighting the pleasure his attention kept awake. They were nowhere
near done, and she’d soon be fully aroused and eager for more.
“It’s wonderful when
we can take you out of your mind,” Rihep chuckled as he slid closer. He licked
her exposed nipple tips. His smile broadened as a tremor seized her at the
darts of sensation.
“You say it as if
we’ve ever failed to.” Etnil used two fingers to spread her pussy folds to allow
Kuran better access. The Nobek growled, his way of saying thanks.
“You haven’t.”
Stacy’s voice was whispery, and ended in a moan as Kuran’s tongue stabbed deep.
“I’m glad to hear
it.” Rihep’s kiss punctuated his statement. It stole Stacy’s mind again.
To a degree. She was
aware of Etnil saying something in Kalquorian, which she was only beginning to
learn. Kuran paused his assault on her womanhood to answer.
After thoroughly
plundering her mouth, Rihep regarded her breasts. “Yes, these do need to come off.”
“Oh no.” Removing
nipple clamps was the worst. The paddling was nothing compared to the agony of
blood rushing in.
“Afraid so. Don’t
worry, Etnil and Kuran have a plan.” Rihep nodded to them.
Etnil switched on
the vibrator he’d used on her during the paddling. Stacy recognized it: a long
wand topped by a wide, cylindrical foamlike head. It buzzed enthusiastically on
a higher setting than what he’d set it for earlier.
Kuran shoved two
fingers in her. He sought and found her inner sweet spot with effortless
accuracy. He rubbed as Etnil pressed the vibrator to her swollen clit.
Stacy arched and
screamed at the blast of sheer elation. As climax consumed her, Rihep released
the first of the nipple clamps.
The sear of agony to
her breast somehow added to the delicious spasms convulsing her core. Stacy
writhed, and they held her down as they forced her to ride the vicious orgasm
to its end.
“Too much…too much,”
she gasped when they relented and her breast ceased throbbing. It was only then
she realized Rihep, who was happily sucking her abused tit, hadn’t taken off
the second clamp.
“No. Don’t!” she
cried as Kuran applied friction within and Etnil brought the loudly droning
vibrator to her clit and rubbed. Rihep released her nipple from its trap, and
once more, she came on a burst of rapture and torment.
“You’ll be the death
of me,” she moaned several minutes later. “Literally, I will die because you
make me come so damned hard.”
“I’ll note it in your
obituary,” Etnil said. “Governor Stacy Nichols perished screaming in sheer ecstasy
from the incredible lovemaking skills of her Imdiko god. His clanmates offered
slight assistance when their awe at his abilities allowed them to.”
Kuran used a pillow
to wallop him hard enough to nearly knock him from the mat. Etnil rolled off to
avoid another swing.
“While I’m up, would
you like me to fetch some pain inhibitor?” he asked Stacy.
She considered. Her
ass was clamoring as endorphins wore off, but the men hadn’t yet fucked her,
which would offer another heady rush at some point. She decided it was better
to be soothed than sorry.
“Yeah, thanks. And
water?”
“I live to serve.”
He bowed with a flourish. Because Etnil was perfectly delighted to look as
foolish as possible to make her laugh, he joyously skipped from the room, his
stiff cocks brazenly leading the way.
“Are you really
going to introduce him to your mother and sister?” Kuran appeared mortified at
the prospect.
Stacy answered once
her giggles ceased. “It isn’t as if he’ll be running around naked and aroused
in front of them.”
“Are you sure? The
man truly has no shame.”
“I trust Etnil to
stop before he horrifies them. In the event he doesn’t, my mother is perfectly
capable of putting him in his place.”
Kuran shook his head,
clearly disbelieving, but Rihep chuckled. “If she can, I’d like lessons.”
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he barely survived. His struggle far from over, Ilid’s sanity and the empire’s
existence hang on a quickly unraveling thread. When he learns the Darks have
arrived on Kalquor, even his family’s love may not be able to keep him from an
unthinkable end.
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potential in-laws, training his replacement, and keeping tabs on a rogue
lieutenant governor with a secret agenda. His troubles are only beginning when
a deadly attack on those he loves drives him to the brink of murder. Meanwhile,
spy Nobek Selt finds himself growing far too close to his subject, reporter
Blythe Nelson. Does his clan dare to romance a woman devoted to uncovering the
truth, including their secret activities on her world?
Having
wiped out the entire Bi’is civilization, the Darks have seized control of the
Galactic Council of Planets and attempt to bring the Kalquorian Empire to its
knees. Clans Tranis and Piras are desperate to stop the enemy from destroying
Kalquor and its allies. Can Hope Nath and Chief Engineer Lokmi capture a lethal
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