Alien Refuge (24 page)

“You – you’re shaving my – you’re shaving me down there?” Iris asked. She stared at Rivek in shock. “Why?”

The priest’s expression was gentle, but his eyes were sharp. “Because it pleases me to bare your sexual flesh. It pleases me that you surrender to my preference in this matter.”

Iris swallowed. For some reason this act seemed almost more personal than actually having sex. She wasn’t sure why; it just struck her as incredibly intimate.

It’s only hair. It will grow back
, she thought. And yet, it seemed like something much more important. Almost as if she would be exposing a lot more than just skin to the perceptive Imdiko.

He touched a button on the shaver. It hummed to life. Watching her carefully, Rivek lowered it towards her sex. When it came close, his attention went to the dark blond swirls of pubic hair covering her mound.

Ospar and Jol watched avidly as Rivek gently touched the shaver to the top edge of the triangle of hair. It moved slowly down, not pulling or tugging or hurting. It simply vibrated a little, making an inch-wide trail of peachy-pink skin in the curls that had covered her mound since puberty.

Iris lay trembling as Rivek made her feel more naked than she’d ever been. He took his time divesting her of the soft thatch until she wanted to squirm from the uncomfortable scrutiny the three men were directing at her most secret flesh. First he concentrated on the triangle over her mound, rendering it smooth and blameless. Then he shaved the outer lips of her pussy, working from thighs to slit, carefully pulling the folds back to remove every last hair. Throughout, Ospar and Jol watched her being unveiled, making appreciative noises as she was exposed.

At last the shaver was turned off. Iris felt incredibly naked, her vulva defenseless and vulnerable. She knew to feel that way was stupid, but she couldn’t shake the sensation.

Rivek opened his mouth and breathed warm air on her pussy and clit. She felt as if she melted under the gentle waft of air. A whimper escaped.

“So very lovely,” the Imdiko grinned at her. “Just as I knew you would be.”

He took one of the cloths and wiped her sex free of the clippings that tried to cling to their former home. Then he pulled the cloth beneath her buttocks free, wrapping the hair up and setting it on the floor.

Last he opened the jar of what Iris had thought might be skin cream and put a small dollop in one palm. Rivek rubbed the lotion between his palms, warming it before massaging it into her newly nude skin. She groaned as his hands stroked all around her pussy, making it clench with renewed need.

“Being shaved wasn’t comfortable for you, was it Iris?” Rivek asked as he worked.

“No,” she moaned. With his hands kneading her flesh, it didn’t occur to her to tell anything but the truth.

“But you let me do it anyway. I am very glad you gave yourself over that way.” He smiled and Iris sighed at his expression. She’d pleased him. That made her feel good. It made the uneasiness of submitting to being shaved worthwhile.

“I noticed you were anxious about something else,” Rivek continued.

“Mmm?” Iris only half-heard him. His continued massaging was making her wet, and he smeared her juices all over her sex.

“You didn’t like naming the part I was shaving.”

“Oh. We weren’t supposed to talk about such things on Earth.”

“I see.” One of Rivek’s hands moved to the slight rise of her mound. He rubbed the heel of his palm in gentle but firm circles. It felt good and Iris moaned under the attention. The Imdiko smiled. “I want you to talk about it now.”

Iris blinked slowly at him. “I don’t understand.”

While he rubbed her mound with that delicious circular motion, the fingers of Rivek’s other hand grasped her clit and tugged it. Fierce rapture seized Iris. She cried out.

The fingers went from her clit to her vaginal entrance. “What is this, Iris?” Rivek whispered.

She fought to pull the scattered bits of her mind back together. “It’s – it’s my private parts.”

“What is the proper word for it?”

“I – I guess my – vagina?”

“There are euphemisms for it too, aren’t there?”

Iris’ face was burning with embarrassment, but the stroking fingers had her twitching with excitement. “Yes, I’ve heard it called other things.”

“What’s the ugliest word for it that you know?”

Iris stared at him.

“Iris.”

“I can’t – I can’t say
that
.”

Rivek raised his eyebrows at her. “You will say it. I want to hear the word come from your mouth.”

“But–” Iris looked from the Imdiko to his two clanmates. Every face registered the same expression; watchful patience and clear expectancy.

“It’s so
bad
,” she whimpered. “It will get me in trouble.”

“With who?” One of Rivek’s fingers entered her a little ways and retreated again. He tugged at her clit once more, scattering her thoughts. “No one is going to punish you for saying it. You will be punished for not saying it, however. Do you want me to punish you?”

His fingers had trapped the shaft of her clitoris, rubbing it up and down with gentleness. His words were frightening, but the touch was so wondrous. Fear and rapture twisted together, became one. Iris gasped.

“Say it. Say the bad word.”

“Cunt,” she moaned, letting it pass her lips with a cringe. “The word is cunt.”

“Very good, Iris. Now tell me, what horrible thing has happened since you said that word?”

Rivek was still fondling that bud of pleasure, making her wet and wild. She panted under his ministrations. “Nothing.”

He smiled, as pleased as a professor with a prized pupil. “It is only a word, isn’t it? Just a simple word. No harm can come to you through it, can it?”

“No.” Now that Iris had said it, being afraid of speaking it seemed foolish.

“Do you like that word?”

She shook her head. “It still sounds ugly.”

“But you’re not afraid of it anymore?”

“No.”

“Good. Give me another word for your vagina.”

Iris licked her lips. A funny sense of freedom came over her. She could say those words; she’d known she could say them and yet the old fears had kept her from doing so.

Her mouth curled in a naughty smile. “Pussy.”

She got three grins in return. “Do you like that word, Iris?” Rivek asked.

“I do.”

“If I call your sex a pussy, will you be insulted?”

She shook her head. “You make it sound good.”

Rivek chuckled. His touch wandered down to her anus, spreading her juices there. “What shall we call this?”

Iris sucked her lower lip into her mouth for an instant. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. “It’s an asshole,” she managed. “Like Blaine Middleton and Governor Hoover.”

Ospar fell over on his back, shaking with hilarity. Jol turned red, he laughed so hard. The Nobek gasped, “But yours looks much better than either of them.”

“Don’t – don’t insult that lovely body part – by comparing it to Hoover,” Ospar wheezed.

The chuckles ebbed after a few moments, leaving a few snickers here and there. When they had control over themselves, Rivek took up his lesson once more.

He stroked his larger organ in a tight fist until he made himself groan. “What is this, Iris?” he asked breathlessly.

“Your cock.” She licked her lips to show him exactly how she felt about that delightfully swollen appendage.

“Do you want my cock?”

Iris hooked her legs around his back and tried to pull him close. “God, yes.”

“What do you want me to do? Tell me exactly.”

She looked directly into those dark, dangerous eyes. “I want you to fuck my pussy and ass with your cocks.” She said it slowly and deliberately, so there would be no question she had spoken the profane words.

Rivek smiled. “Then I shall. But perhaps not quite the way you think I will. Another push on your comfort levels, my lovely.”

Iris didn’t have a chance to think. The Imdiko’s big arms went around her, pushing her away from him so that her legs fell away from his waist. Then she was lifted into the air and spun over, landing gently on her stomach.

Hands seized her hips, pulling her butt up in the air and hauling her back towards the priest. Something wet, hot, and hard pressed up against her anus, nudging it open.

Iris gasped and looked over her shoulder at Rivek. “Is that – is that the bigger one?” she asked.

“The bigger what?” he countered, a half-smile playing over his lips.

She was suddenly afraid of the word again, because she was afraid of what would happen if she spoke it. But as Rivek’s brows drew down over his eyes, Iris was even more afraid of what might befall her if she didn’t say it. The Imdiko had mentioned the word
punish
earlier.

Iris didn’t want to be punished, at least not until she knew what that meant.

“Your cock. Are you planning on putting your bigger cock in my ass?” She whimpered the words, but felt absurdly pleased she’d been so descriptive. Maybe that would grant her some leniency.

He gave her a proud smile, and some of the tightness in Iris’ chest loosened. Even his words couldn’t destroy the sense of wellbeing his approval gave her. “I most certainly am going to fuck your gorgeous ass, my little Iris. You have been well stretched and prepared for it, and if you stay relaxed, you will enjoy it as much as I.”

“Oh.” For a moment, Iris couldn’t think of anything else to say. Still, that primary cock was very big, bigger than the other men’s secondary ones. “I can still say stop if it’s too much?”

Rivek tilted his head. His gaze was still predatory, but there was gentle consideration mixed in there too. “Of course. Only tell me, and everything halts.”

His hands were on the globes of her bottom, rubbing them, easing the tension. Iris loved the feeling of him touching her. Of making him happy with her. The sight of his smile when she did something right probably meant more than it should, but she couldn’t escape wanting to make him and the other two men pleased with her.

Rivek sensed her compliance. “Just relax. Push out against me.”

She did as she was told and felt the fevered length of him slide in. Her mouth dropped open. It did feel good, especially as his smaller cock found her pussy and entered it too. Was she really taking such a large man back there? In her – ass?

The smaller cock nudged against the hot spot in her sleeve. Iris groaned, barely noticing that her rear was beginning to ache pleasantly as Rivek widened closer to his base.

“Keep pushing, my lovely,” the Imdiko urged. “Don’t resist.”

“Look at that,” Ospar groaned. “That is just gorgeous.”

Hands reached beneath her. One from the Dramok’s side plucked gently at her nipples, making Iris shudder. Tiny zaps of pleasure darted from his fingers to her gut, which was churning warmly from Rivek’s entrance. The silent Jol added a jolt of ecstasy as his fingers found her clit and stroked.

Iris cried out at the blast of elation. Her hips slammed back against Rivek as her sex clenched and her body instinctively moved to find even greater delight.

The Imdiko gasped loudly. Hot pain erupted in Iris’ ass as she impaled herself fully on his length. She yelped and writhed.

“Easy. Easy,” Rivek soothed her. “Relax, little one. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it is not my intention to hurt you. Ease up and push out against me.”

Whimpering, Iris made her body loosen. Immediately, the harsh burn of her tight muscles calmed to a much more manageable throb. She sighed in relief.

“Better,” the priest approved. “When you’re ready, we’ll start again. Just take your time.”

The blast of agony had already dissipated to the point that Iris was noticing other things. Things like Ospar still gently pulling and rubbing her breasts. Jol caressing her clitoris. The pressure against the cluster of nerves at the front of her pussy. And how incredibly full she felt with Rivek’s front cock buried in her ass.