Authors: Tracy St John
Hands joined in the carnal mauling of her body. Some touches were gentle, some were passionate to the point of roughness. It was al heady pleasure, heightening until her breath came in a steady stream of gasps and ragged moans. She writhed in response, twisting in helpless reaction to the three men’s eager seduction. They didn’t attempt to hold her stil. Instead, they simply folowed her tumultuous body to continue the delights without pause.
Korkla’s tongue roled around in her mouth, touching every minute surface as if to claim it al. His hand cupped one breast, rubbing and pinching the distended nipple, sending ticklish sensation shivering down to her nether parts. Govi licked the few drops of blood clean from his bite and moved down to tease her other nipple with his wicked, raspy tongue. His fingertips brushed lightly over her bely, turning her skin to gooseflesh.
Raxstad had gone right for the most needful flesh, a Nobek zeroing in on the vulnerable parts of his target. One hand wrapped tightly around her cock, rubbing the aching member up and down, pausing to squeeze gently at the base. His mouth worked her equaly engorged clit, sucking hard to pul it into his maw for his tongue to whip across the tip. After wetting al the fingers of his other hand in her flowing juices, he plunged two each into her pussy and anus. Raxstad’s fingers were thick, and Michaela’s neglected openings ached from their plunging hard into her. The discomfort quickly morphed into pleasure however, and she reveled in being touched so intimately at long last.
As pleasure trampled through her, Michaela tore away from Korkla’s kiss to gasp, “Wait … too much … can’t last …” Her Dramok’s determined growl ratcheted up her body’s eager stampede towards lost control. “You wil be pleasured many times tonight, my love. Come as often and as quickly as you wil.” Raxstad’s hands moved faster, his mouth clutched more determinedly than ever on her clit. Michaela’s insides coiled tight around the beautiful pressure building to bursting. Her cries grew more frantic even as Korkla muffled them with his greedy mouth. Her scrotum drew in tight, tighter to her body, nearing explosion as her womb seemed to twist itself inside out. It was glorious, but it was torture, and she clawed at her mates as she fought to escape the too-intense rapture.
Climax wrenched free, spiling wet warmth over Raxstad’s hands. Michaela’s overwrought body bent backwards so hard several vertebrae popped in succession. Orgasm ripped through her, tearing her asunder with heat and convulsions and anguished ecstasy.
She screamed her throat raw into Korkla’s mouth, her feet beating a fierce tattoo against the bed and Raxstad’s back. Michaela bucked in a frenzy at every starburst of passion. Even after her masculine expulsions ended, her pussy continued to spasm around Raxstad’s driving fingers. Govi had rendered her breasts so swolen and sensitive that the slightest nip drove her over the edge once more. Her being centered on their mouths and hands on her body, driving her headlong into crushing sensation over and over.
Finaly they let up a little, and the storm ebbed enough for her to catch her breath. “That wil do for a start,” Govi opined.
“Oh. My. Fucking. Stars.” Michaela gasped, as limp as a wet dishrag in the aftermath. “You nearly kiled me.”
“My sweet Matara, we are only getting started,” Korkla threatened, his eyes as dark as the night sky. “We have a lot of ground to make up with you.” She groaned in mingled dread and anticipation. She’d seen that look of singleminded purpose in her Dramok’s face before. He was out to prove his continued ardor for her, and if it meant she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, so be it.
His face lit in a feral grin, al animal now that he was aroused. “I want her helpless,” he told the other two, and Govi and Raxstad immediately moved. Govi shifted to the head of the bed, his hands clasping Michaela’s wrists over her head. Raxstad held her ankles and spread her wide open for their leader.
Euphoria from Govi’s bite lit her insides anew as Korkla looked down at her splayed body. The heat in his stare as he gazed upon her made everything inside tighten. Damn him, he knew how much it turned her on when they held her down and made her vulnerable.
His big hands, so very capable of dealing pleasure and punishment, rubbed up and down the length of her body, teling her she was his to do with as he pleased. A tremor overcame her feeling those strong, caloused hands al over her. Over the years she’d received the headiest bliss possible from them as wel as painful discipline when she’d misbehaved. Michaela had been bratty more than once just for the agonizing delight of being laid naked over Korkla’s knees for a thorough spanking.
He leaned over to kiss her, his mouth and tongue demanding, his hands squeezing her stil sensitive breasts with almost painful strength. Korkla knew exactly how to make her ignite: controling her, commanding her, and proving his mastery over and over. His painful nip on her lower lip made her gasp, the sting zapping pleasure straight to her clit. He immediately sucked her lip into his mouth, licking the twinge away. She moaned as he pinched her nipples next, more bolts of sensation dashing straight down. Michaela jerked and cried out.
“Who do you belong to?” Korkla growled. He licked each pert breast tip then pinched them again.
“You,” she gasped breathlessly. Pain and pleasure colided to leave her fighting to pul out of his grasp and offer herself for more al at once.
Pinch. Lick. Pinch. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, my Dramok.” Her insides were in ful riot, unable to discern whether she was being tortured or pleasured. She twisted in the unyielding grips of Govi and Raxstad, who remained silent, their dark eyes drinking in the show.
He held her nipples in the harsh pincers of fingers and thumbs. The pressure built. “Who do you belong to, Michaela?” She wasn’t giving him the answer he wanted, but as the blistering force he applied grew, she was at a loss as to what he wanted to hear. “Please, Korkla. I’m yours.” His mouth replaced one of his hands, and he nipped hard at the swolen, reddened peak. “Whose body is this?” he growled.
At last she understood and immediately made herself go absolutely stil. Everything throbbed, her torso a molten blob of heat. “This is your body, to do with as you wil,” she whispered.
“Indeed it is. Submit entirely to me.” He sucked hard on the other nipple, making it ache with gorgeous sensation and Michaela sighed as her wil unhinged and floated away.
“Yes, my Dramok. Whatever you desire, I wil give.”
“What I desire is your tight, round ass. You wil take me that way, Michaela. You wil offer
laxan
.”
“Gladly.”
The men turned her over. Someone slid a cushion beneath her lower torso, lifting her buttocks into the air. Raxstad’s earlier attentions had stretched her tightest passage a little, but it had been months since she’d felt the long, thick intrusion of any of her lovers’ larger cocks in there. It didn’t matter. Korkla was reclaiming her, asserting his possession of her. She submitted to him in mind, heart, and soul.
The slick tip of his larger cock teased her anus. With Govi stil holding her wrists and Raxstad her ankles, she had no defense. Nor did she want any. She loved the absolute possession of her clan, had missed it so much that she cried silently into the bed’s rumpled linens. She needed to know they wanted her that much again.
Korkla pressed into her, his tapered cock widening her channel as he journeyed inside. The rim of her anus burned as it grudgingly accepted him, but a headier pleasure made the discomfort unimportant.
Soon, his smaler cock broached her pussy, adding to the bliss of being penetrated. Michaela’s tears stopped, dammed up by al-encompassing delight.
Deeper he pushed, joining them together as they hadn’t been in too long. A low ache thrummed as Korkla slid ever deeper, and Michaela made herself pliant to his invasion. She welcomed his making them one again.
The slight hurt only made the delight of fulness and the warm sparks of desire that much more poignant. Korkla’s cocks hit the most sensitive spots within her sheaths, and rapture abruptly bloomed, unfurling bliss within her core. Michaela’s cries rang out as orgasm ignited in slow motion, spreading from her loins to her stomach and chest.
“Poor Matara,” she heard Govi say from far away. “To be in so much need.”
“It wil not reach this point again,” Korkla said. “I swear it to you, my love.”
She shuddered beneath him, her insides rioting with heady gratification. When Korkla’s groin met her buttocks and he halted, having fuly impaled her with himself, she was almost grateful. She was desperate to catch her breath.
Her Dramok’s hands cupped her buttocks, pressing them outward so he could see where his body joined with hers. “There is no more lovely a sight,” he breathed. “My flesh in yours, Michaela.” She sighed her agreement. She had missed him, al of them, so much.
Korkla moved again, taking her slow and steady, his cocks hitting al the good places that made her fingers and toes curl. She flexed around him, making his breath come hard and fast in bestial grunts. This was her reclaiming, making him eager to spil his juices within her. Perhaps their clanmates held her helpless for his pleasure, maybe it was Korkla who invaded her body, but she possessed him just as much as he did her. He told her in so many different ways: the way his fingers dug into her hips as he moved her to meet his driving lengths, the powerful way his loins smacked against her bottom as he filed her to the brim, the way he groaned her name from time to time, as if in praise to something holy.
Her bely was heavy with pleasure, as if it might birth exaltation rather than a baby. Korkla’s hands left her hips to finger her clit and stroke her penis, making the mass of desire within draw tighter, coiling until it threatened to snap from the pressure.
“Come with me, Korkla,” Michaela gasped.
“Almost there,” he said. “Very soon, my love.”
He thrust hard, his movements beating a fierce tattoo against her flesh. Need for release spiraled taut, fed by his knowing touches, the lightning flash friction of his cocks jackhammering her insides. Al pain was gone, swalowed by the sweeter agony of onrushing orgasm.
Korkla’s groan announced his undoing. It grew to a growl, and as that became an earth-shattering roar, Michaela’s body went nuclear. She shrieked as his cock jerked in her tighter sheath, the pandemonium of ecstasy driving her beyond conscious thought once more. There was only the sweet agony of bliss, both of body and heart because Korkla loved her again. Even as her senses shattered, her soul became whole once more.
Her Dramok settled over her as his last spasms passed, draping her in his heavy warmth. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Never doubt it again, Michaela.” She sighed, dissolved in joy greater than the day they’d clanned her.
“I want my Matara,” Raxstad growled.
“Of course, my Nobek. Thank you for your patience that alowed me to return to her first.” Korkla’s voice held no humor. Raxstad was not a man to wait for anyone but his leader, but even Korkla knew to not tax his tolerance.
He gently withdrew from Michaela, and both Govi and Raxstad released her. Korkla and Govi left the bed entirely, giving Raxstad room to renew his bond with their Matara.
Michaela sensed his tension as he turned her over to lie on her back. However, Raxstad was careful with her, perhaps overly so. He knew his own tendencies to be rough, and he always fought his bestial nature to treat her with gentleness. For the first time in years, Michaela appreciated the love behind the gesture.
I was taking them for granted before. Never again.
He bent over her, his usualy fierce expression clouded with remorse. “I would turn back the weeks if I could, just so you wouldn’t know the pain you have,” he said.
“It makes me appreciate you more than ever,” Michaela told him. “I forgot how special you made me feel until I didn’t have you anymore.” She sobbed, overcome with shame. Raxstad kissed her face over and over. “No, no. No more tears, Michaela. We are together again, and nothing wil pul us apart, ever.” He slipped inside as he comforted her, his cocks fitting perfectly within as if heaven itself had ordained them for one another. Michaela’s breath caught to have him inside, their bodies corresponding as a key for a lock. Of al her clan, Raxstad had always matched her best physicaly, and the old familiarity was a joy she learned to treasure al over again.
The Nobek took control as he always did, an apex lover as wel as predator. His mouth covered hers, his tongue penetrating as thoroughly as his cocks. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and back, holding her closely as if to meld them together forever. The tight embrace meant his thrusts weren’t long. Instead he worked against her, grinding into her, his pubic bone stimulating her clitoris with every movement.
Michaela thought she should have no sexual passion left, not after climaxing several times already. Her cock remained soft and blameless, sated for the moment. But her clit and the nest of nerves that gathered at the front of her female sheath sparked anew with Raxstad’s eager prodding. Fresh, warm wetness spiled from her font.
“Michaela,” he whispered into her mouth, feeling how she responded to him. He gripped her tighter stil, his hips drawing tight circles to make her cry out with reaction. Curls of heat wafted through her nether parts, spurred by the constant contact he kept with her clit and G-spot. Her whole body began to shake, trapped in Raxstad’s muscular cage of arms, legs and torso. Had she entertained the insane impulse to escape, she would have found no such means to do so.
He held her thus for a long time, content to make her shudder with desire as he moved over her, against her, inside her. He alternated ravishing her mouth with his and whispering seductive threats in her ear.
“Every night from now on, I wil fuck your gorgeous body. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass wil al belong to me, to enjoy as I wish. Even if I come home late, I wil wake you with lovemaking.”