Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (47 page)

His body was a gorgeous collection of lumps and bumps of muscles. Rachel’s hands and mouth explored him all over, tasting the salty-sweetness of his skin, tracing every line of him.

Conyod was nearly panting as she mapped his abdomen with fingertips, lips, and tongue. The formsuit was hard pressed to contain his engorged cocks.

He tried once to reach for her, but she leaned back, gently batting his hands away. “Let me love you,” Rachel reprimanded him.

“The man is supposed to take care of the woman,” Conyod complained.

“This is an equal relationship, is it not? Isn’t that what you once told me?” She grinned.

“That means I get to be on top once in awhile.”

He scowled. “Just because I’m an Imdiko doesn’t mean I like to surrender.”

“Conyod, I know that. And I love that you’re so strong. But I’m strong too, and sometimes I need to express it.” She reached up to stroke his cheek. “I enjoy how you and Erybet and Sletran take such good care of me. I haven’t had that in a long time. Right now though, I want to love you. I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

He looked at her but didn’t speak. She decided to take that as an agreement to keep going.

Before he could change his alpha mind, she tugged at the front of his crotch, opening the seam.

His cocks spilled out, hard and flushed dark with eager need. They gleamed with his natural lubrication, making him slick. With a sigh, Rachel bent to him, inhaling the spicy aroma of his arousal. Her hands closed over the base of each penis. Conyod jerked in reaction.

Her eyes rolling up to watch his face, Rachel dipped her mouth towards those livid exclamation marks. Her tongue started with the smaller of his two cocks, right above where her hand gripped him. She slowly licked up the underside of the shaft, tasting his sweetness, feeling how his pulse throbbed faster at her erotic touch. Conyod’s eyelids fluttered, and he emitted a long groan. His cocks swelled fatter and harder than ever.

Rachel licked all the way up his shaft, pausing to close her mouth over the tapered tip. She sucked all the wetness she found there, swallowing it before starting a new journey up the larger cock’s underside.

He watched her, his lips parted and eyes half-lidded. When Rachel arrived at the top of his primary cock, she found a reward waiting there: a single sweet drop of pre-cum. She took it from him with a delicate swipe of her tongue. Sweet-salty-spicy goodness washed through her senses.

She bathed his cocks with her mouth; licking, sucking, kissing, nipping. In no time Conyod was writhing beneath her assault, his groans continuous. His warm hands rubbed over the back of her head, her neck, her shoulders. His hips rose and fell, feeding his need into her accepting mouth. She took his front cock as deeply as she could, pumping the rest of it as well as his second cock with firm grips.

“Oh Matara, how beautiful you look holding me in your mouth! I love you so much,”

Conyod said. His ass thumped against the floor mat, driving in and out as he clutched at her shoulders. She was making him wild. Rachel grinned.

“Ready for something else?” she asked. She flicked her pink tongue over the opening of his front cock, coaxing more pre-ejaculate out.

“Whatever you want,” he gasped. “Just tell me.”

“I’ll show you instead.”

Rachel released him and pulled her dress off over her head. She stood over the Imdiko, enjoying how his eyes drank her in. Yes, enjoying it. Not flinching because he saw her scars.

Not being afraid he’d find her ugly.

She shrugged off her bra, dropping it to the floor. Conyod licked his lips, staring at the soft mounds topped by dark, stiff nipples. Rachel rubbed them for him, making them as pebble-hard as she could. Her lover’s hands twitched, as if he could feel her flesh in them.

It was time to give the power back to Conyod, power he desperately needed. What had happened to his clan, what continued to happen, was making him feel incapable. Weak. He needed his strength, and she needed to give it to him.

She pushed her panties down over her hips and let them drop to her ankles. Then she stepped forward, placing her feet on either side of Conyod’s head, letting him look straight up at her pussy.

“You see, my love? Even lying there on your back with me standing over you, even now you control me.” Rachel reached down, spreading her pussy lips, showing him everything. “I’m doing this because I want to please you. Because I want you to be happy with me.”

She pressed two fingers into herself. Her head fell back and she moaned at her own touch.

At the knowledge Conyod was watching her touch herself. She pumped her fingers in and out, fucking her pussy for his enjoyment. “For you, Conyod. For you.”

“Yes,” came his voice. His hands gripped her ankles. “Show me. Let me see you pleasure yourself until you’re right on the brink of coming.”

Rachel did as he commanded, pressing in deep and curling her fingertips to apply pressure to her G-spot. Hot, boiling rapture bubbled through her. She groaned and felt herself dripping.

“That’s it. Let your juices fall. You taste so good.”

Rachel closed her eyes. She pinched her nipple, imagining it was Conyod’s rough touch that sent shards of painful pleasure straight down. Her hand moved to the other breast, pinching harder. She cried out and arched into the punishing touch. Her nipples throbbed. She thrust into her pussy faster.

“Good girl. Now play with your clit. Make it so you’re ready to come, but stop before you do.”

“Yes, my Imdiko.” The words floated from her as her fingers slid down from her breasts, moving over her belly, down to her navel, then further down still to her hairless mound. They found her pleasure button, swollen with want and slippery with her honey.

“There you are. Rub it, my love. Take yourself right to the edge.”

Rachel stroked her clit and shuddered as rivulets of pleasure streamed through her. Her sex was melting under her touch. She thrust within and caressed, her hands matching rhythm. Her hips swung back and forth, propelling her towards bliss. And through it all, she felt Conyod’s gaze burning her, watching as she performed for him under his command.

Her legs shook, quaking, threatening to spill her to the floor. Heat licked through her loins.

Rachel knew her own body. She knew what felt best, and she gave it to herself. Raw, carnal need drove her, and she worked her pussy harder and faster. She was filling up, getting ready to overflow. The dam holding climax back was cracking under the pressure, getting ready to give way…

“Stop, Ray-Ray. Stop now.”

The firm voice stilled her hands without her thinking about it. She was close. Too close.

She tried to get her hands to move again, to take her over the brink. They were frozen, held utterly still by instinctive obedience to that voice that commanded her.

“Take your hands away.”

Rachel whimpered a protest, but her rebel hands were not hers to rule. Fingers slid free of her pussy and clit, leaving her empty and wanting.

“Kneel and give them to me. Put your fingers in my mouth.”

Rachel didn’t so much kneel as collapse. Conyod caught her falling body easily, gently lowering her to sit on his chest. His mouth opened for her offering, and she put the fingers that had been in her depths so recently into his mouth.

His tongue twined sinuously over the trembling digits, claiming every drop of honey. The feel of it made Rachel’s eyes roll. Her hips rolled a little, grinding her pussy and clit against his chest. She was in agony. She wanted to come so damned bad.

He released her fingers. His hands gripped her hips, lifting and pressing her back. “Fuck me, my beauty. Put my cocks in you and fuck me.”

Rachel’s hands shook hard, and she scrabbled desperately for the twin prods that Conyod held her over. She managed to aim the tips of him at their intended entrances. He slowly lowered her, letting her weight press him inside. She sobbed unselfconsciously, grateful to feel him forging into her, stretching her wide, promising to release the built up tension that made arousal an agony.

Slivers of delight flew through her as his front cock met her cervix and her clit rubbed against his groin. She cried out and her hands slapped down on his chest, her fingernails digging into the skin.

He hissed as his cocks jerked in reaction. “Yesss. That’s it. Feel me filling you up completely. Now fuck me, good and hard.”

Rachel got her feet under her, framing Conyod’s waist as she squatted over him. Bracing herself, she tilted her hips up, releasing all but the tips of him in a delicious slide. She slammed back down, making his body move hard against her clit, the sensitive spot inside her sheath, and her cervix. They both shouted.

Conyod rose up, his mouth surrounding her breast. He bit down, his fangs piercing the soft flesh. Rachel screamed and rode him with fierce abandon.

She pounded her pussy against the Imdiko, riding him with desperate force. Rising, falling, rising, falling, creating a cacophony of sensation inside. The constant pressure was driving her upward, sending her flying into nirvana. She knew when she fell from the heights, she’d be destroyed. She didn’t care. Euphoria from Conyod’s bite made her own demolition unimportant.

The climax began, a bright bubble inflating in her belly, growing larger and larger until it reached capacity. It burst suddenly but in slow motion, sending her senses flying in all directions. She felt it with crystalline clarity, every drop of her essence moving outward, flinging to the outermost borders of existence. Then it all drew back in, returning to the core of her body to do it once more. Then again. Then again.

The pulses were ebbing, allowing Rachel to return to some semblance of herself when Conyod arched beneath her, howling. His cocks pulsed hard, adding a second and third heartbeat to her sagging body. As she wilted over him he pulled her close, holding her tight to his chest as he jerked his hips desperately, emptying himself into her.

They lay gasping for a long time after that, neither possessing the strength to move. Rachel was good with that. If the world had ended right then and there with her draped over Conyod, his body still melded with hers, that would have suited her just fine.

Chapter 18

Breft scowled at his com, as if Raxstad could see his displeasure as well as hear it. “What do you mean you can’t locate Nobek Akrij?”

Raxstad’s voice was as clear as if he was in the room and not talking from his shuttle. “He’s not at the military base. His aide said he never showed up. He’s also not at home. I’m checking around other known haunts, but I’m coming up empty so far.”

Erybet was tense. The last thing he needed was more drama. At least he’d gotten to see Sletran for a few minutes and that had been a positive encounter. Despite being clad in a ill-fitting tan detention uniform, the Nobek looked better than he had in a long time. Discovering he wasn’t behind the serial killings and opening up about New Bethlehem had gone a long way to easing Sletran’s emotional agony. Erybet had agreed with Degorsk and Breft that it was still too early to tell him about Akrij’s supposed treachery. They needed the full story first.

Before Breft could respond to Raxstad’s report, another Nobek officer poked his head in through the open door. “Sir, Lidon is back with Kivokan and Trusec. He put the Dramok in Interrogation Twelve and the Imdiko in Three.”

Breft nodded. “Thank you. Raxstad, Akrij’s clanmates were just brought in. Keep looking, and I’ll see what I can get from them.”

“Copy that.”

Emperor Bevau’s look was thunderous. “My call must have warned him. He’s on the run.”

Breft signaled for calm. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, my emperor. After all, he’s not an official suspect yet as far as the murders are concerned. We’ll see what his clanmates know.”

He rose from his chair and headed for the door. “We’ll start with the Imdiko. Follow me.”

Erybet fell in behind Bevau and Clajak as they marched down the corridor. Breft led them to the area marked ‘Interrogation’, where Erybet had visited his Nobek earlier.

Lidon was outside Room Three when they entered the area. He hurried to them, meeting them halfway.

In a low undertone he told Breft, “The Imdiko is very upset. He has cried twice since he was picked up.”

Breft started. “He’s crying? Does he show signs of being abused?”

Lidon shook his head. “Not physically. He seems extremely sensitive though. Childlike, even though he’s close to my age.” The Nobek blew out a breath. “If Degorsk is still around, he could tell you better than I. I’d like my Imdiko to see this one after you’re done for trauma support.”

Breft’s eyebrow lifted. “If Trusec is forthcoming, I have no intentions of being harsh.”

Lidon snorted. “I have no doubt of that, sir. It’s just ... there’s something … off about this man. Almost as if his mind is unfinished, for lack of a better description. Or perhaps I’m not used to such weak Imdikos. Some hearts bleed more than others from lesser cuts, I suppose.”

“Quoting from the Book of Life?”

“From bitter experience. However, I’ve never seen anyone like this. That his Dramok is a psychiatrist, and a celebrated one at that, makes Trusec’s mental condition scandalous, in my view.”

Lidon’s comment that some hearts bled more than others was still ringing in Erybet’s mind.

His entire clan had done more than their share of suffering. No one was immune.

Hadn’t he met Trusec when accompanying Conyod to some hospital social function? Or maybe it had been a military conference. Erybet tried to visualize a face to go with the name, but all he could recall was a smallish figure standing between Kivokan and Akrij.

Lidon was still talking, and Erybet made himself attend to the conversation. “…very protective instincts for Trusec. Kivokan even threatened a couple of officers with a knife when they held the Imdiko’s arm to keep him from running away.”

“That is abnormal behavior,” Breft agreed. “If your clanmate is still available, I have no problem with him doing a mental health assessment on the Imdiko after we’re done.”