Alien Refuge (38 page)

Iris’ hitching sobs slowed, indicating to the Dramok she was ready for one more round. Just a little more torment, if she could behave herself.

His fingers slipped inside her quivering pussy, and Ospar looked her in the eye, pretending he didn’t feel as desperate as she looked. “You do not come without my permission, my Matara. Do you understand?”

Iris wailed in aroused misery. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Yet she somehow managed to answer, “Yes, my Dramok.”

Ospar didn’t know if she could hold back or not. He didn’t know if he could either, but they were all about to find out. He leaned over and seized her clit in his mouth.

* * * *

Iris’ fingernails bit into her palms as Ospar strengthened his sensual attack on her. The thing he’d put up her butt made her feel deliciously full. His fingers pumped in and out, fucking her hard and steadily. Her pussy was swollen with need, making the fit tight. And his mouth ... oh, his wicked, wonderful mouth...

She felt the pull of him sucking her sensitive clit in deep. His rough velvet tongue rubbed all over it, making thought impossible. The darts of feeling had grown to near seizures of throbbing, almost as painful as it was ecstatic. She opened her mouth and screamed, desperate to release the burgeoning pressure that threatened to blow her wide open.

Her guts knotted tight, edging towards that moment when everything would break apart, finally relieving her of the brutal tension. But there was that quietly demanding voice in her head, repeating the order,
You do not come without my permission.

Her very being protested vehemently. Who was Ospar to order her not climax?

He is your Dramok
, a small voice whispered. As if that was all the reason she needed. Somehow it was, because she fought the rising tide of orgasm that would soon sweep her away. It clawed at her, trying to wrest control of her body from her and Ospar, demanding she disobey, even at the cost of disappointing him.

No. She couldn’t do that. She didn’t know why that was so, but she did not want to let her Dramok down.

Cold sweat broke out over Iris’ body. She screamed again between clenched teeth as the ravaging pleasure tried to snatch dominion away from her. She fought to please Ospar even as he battled to make her fail.

His face rose from her tormented flesh, those piercing eyes assessing her as if they could see all the way into her soul. Iris wept, wanting to beg him for mercy, knowing she couldn’t because he’d told her not to speak.

Ospar smiled at her, as if knowing exactly what was in her head. He sat back, withdrawing first his fingers from her sex, then the thing that filled her ass. He stood, and Iris saw how his cocks strained against the crotch of his trousers.

Watching her, not speaking, the Dramok opened the seam of his pants. His erections sprang free. He was so big and thick, his cocks darkly flushed and gleaming with lubrication. A tear of pre-cum glistened at the tip of the larger one.

“You see what you do to me?” he asked her, slowly stroking the primary cock. “Looking at you, wide open and waiting for my use. You drive a man insane with need, my Iris.”

She whimpered, not daring to speak for fear he’d punish her by walking away. She ached for him to take her. If he didn’t, she would be the one to go insane.

“All right, then,” Ospar whispered. “You’ve been a very good girl, and it’s time you felt my cocks inside you.”

He stepped close, first leaning over to kiss her thoroughly, sweetly, as if he wasn’t the same cruel beast who had been making her suffer so wondrously. His cocks nudged against her, and Iris made a beseeching sound. She’d never wanted to beg a man for sex before, even though it had been good with Conrad. However, had Ospar allowed her to speak, she’d be screaming for him to fuck her.

As gentle as the kiss was, the Dramok’s entrance was not. He shoved against her, burying himself to the hilt with one brutal thrust. Iris squalled, her body trying to decide whether to protest or welcome the invaders that were now inside her swollen environs.

Ospar gave her no time to sort out the warring sensations. His hands closed over her hips, and he took her hard and fast. Iris shrieked as pleasure and pain descended in equal parts.

Realization that she had no choice but to take the strong thrusts, that she couldn’t escape or make Ospar stop decided Iris’ overloaded senses. Abruptly she was on the cusp of orgasm, ready to descend into the gorgeous frenzy of sexual exaltation. She shrieked as she was forced to hold back, unable to fall into that welcoming chasm without her Dramok’s consent.

Thankfully, he was finally done with torturing her. As he shoved deep into her, sending spears of ecstasy through the heavier heat searing her loins, he reached between her legs, pinching her clit.

“Come, my Matara,” he groaned. “Come for me now.”

Fire swept through her sex. From there it swept throughout her body, even into her fingertips and toes. Iris screamed with anguished delight as every cell of her being ignited in raw, molten bliss.

As the seizures slowed, Ospar groaned. His head fell back and every tendon stood out on his body. His cocks jerked inside her, releasing thick spasms of seed.

The Dramok stretched his body over hers as his body relaxed. He kissed her lingeringly before slowly withdrawing.

Iris sighed, though effervescent sparkles streamed through her as the friction of Ospar’s cocks sliding out sparked fresh arousal. She couldn’t believe her body would be capable of more ecstasy after the cataclysmic orgasm she’d just had.

Then one of the figures standing in the far corner moved, and Iris’ breath caught. Jol stepped forward, naked and fiercely erect, his eyes dark as night as he closed in on her.

* * * *

Jol had found it necessary to slide a cockring over his primary member while Ospar teased Iris. The scene of his Dramok with his Matara had nearly undone him. Never had he seen anything so erotic. Rivek was also affected to judge from the Imdiko’s conscious, measured breathing and his clenched fists. Yet, when Ospar stepped away from Iris, Rivek had nodded Jol forward.

Now the Nobek approached the splayed figure of his Matara, the sexual scents of her and Ospar mingling. His secondary cock jerked in response to the luscious aroma and sight, trying to spill its heat through his larger prick. He felt the animal part of himself attempting to take hold, and he pushed the primitive beast back. It wasn’t easy given the way Iris looked at him, lust mixed with a aphrodisiacal twinge of fear. Jol wouldn’t allow the urge to take her with fierce abandon rule him. He wanted to enjoy his new mate as Ospar had. Making love to this woman was not something to be rushed.

Ospar had given him time to consider what he would do to Iris once the Nobek had his opportunity. Now Jol stood over Iris’ helpless body, enjoying the rush of anticipation that sent another jolt to his cocks. By the ancestors, she was gorgeous with her hair tousled, her fair body soft and trembling, and her sex weeping honey. Her screams of completion had been lovelier than the finest musical composition ever played.

I must make her happy as well. I must make her glad every day that I am her Nobek.

He sat down on the bench between her legs. He gave in to one compulsion immediately, leaning forward to kiss her pussy deeply as he might her mouth. She quaked at the intimate, passionate touch, crying out with renewed ardor.

Jol relinquished the caress with reluctance. Only the eagerness of what would come next could part his lips from the soft petals of Iris’ womanhood.

He turned to the shelves of toys and tools. He knew exactly where his favorite implements were, and he found the nipple clamps with ease. The tension on them was adjustable, allowing for varying levels of pressure.

Jol set out four. He also found two slender links of metal chain that attached to rings on the clamps. He connected the clamps to the chains and stood again.

He leaned forward, his eyes staring into Iris’. She watched him come closer, her eyes widening, her lips parted as her breath came faster. He wondered what it was in his expression that made her look that way. Was it the expectant eagerness he felt? The excitement of having her so very vulnerable to his whims? The savage need making his cocks ache?

Jol kept his gaze steady on her as he opened his mouth, descending to take possession of her breast. Its softness almost seemed to melt against his tongue, except for the tightening nub. He swirled his tongue around that stiffened pebble, making it as rigid as possible. Iris’ eyelids fluttered as she responded to the sensation. Very nice.

He released the swollen bit. Moving quickly, he placed one of the tiny, padded clamps around the rosy tip, letting it pinch the flesh in a gentle vise grip. Iris flinched only slightly.

Still watching her carefully, Jol tightened the tension of the clamp. Iris gasped and hissed breath back out. The Nobek eased the tightness off just a touch before turning to the other nipple.

Again, he sucked and licked until the other tip was as erect as the first. The clamp was applied, tightened until she reacted the way he wanted. The chain between the two was slack, and Jol adjusted it until it stretched taut between her breasts. He ran his finger over the chain, and Iris made a high, whining sound in response.

“How does it feel, my Matara?” he asked her.

“It burns. It hurts a little. And it ... it...” Her face reddened and she averted her eyes.

“Yes?” he prodded.

“I like it, my Nobek.”

His passion surged at her words. “I have more for you then.” He picked up another clamp. The chain swung from it with the fourth clamp swinging back and forth on the opposite end. “Guess where this is going?”

He stroked her clit between his fingers, making her writhe. Then the clamp went on and he tightened it so it wouldn’t slip. Iris yelled out. Jol kept a watchful eye on her. Her expression was equal parts ecstasy and strain. She did not ask him to stop.

He attached the other clamp to the middle of the chain stretched between her nipples. Then he tightened the chain between that clamp and the one clipped to her clit. Now each breath intensified the sensations she felt on the trapped bits of her body. He had every intention of making her breathe very hard and fast.

Jol looked her over. Iris was whimpering as he stood up and readied to enter her. He stroked his hands over her inner thighs, making her shiver. Then he gathered himself in one hand and guided his painfully erect cocks to her warmth.

“You will come for me as often as your body wishes. I want your screams to fill my ears, over and over, Iris.”

She gasped, “Yes, my Nobek. Thank you.”

Slowly. Slowly. He crept into that tight softness, letting it consume him a little at a time. By the ancestors, it ached to not simply take what he wanted, to plunge and plunge until he spilled deep inside her.

This is my Matara. Her needs come first.

It was that thought that kept Jol in check as he gently filled Iris. It was that demand on himself that made him start the loving possession with slow care, making sure he found that interior spot that made her writhe so deliciously. Her cries rent the air as every motion they made tugged on the clamps, increasing the intensity of the experience. She came for him within moments, her mouth stretched wide to announce his accomplishment. Jol waited until she began to quiet, and then he slowly fucked her again, his fingertips dancing softly on the swollen tip of her clamped clit.

Iris came even harder that time, her shrieks rebounding off the walls. Jol let her gentle once more before he pushed her to climax again. And again. And again. Just as he’d wanted, her screams filled the room, announcing her pleasure with her Nobek.

Finally he withdrew from her, removed the cockring, and joined with her once more, bringing her a last time before finally succumbing to the now painful needs of his own body. Jol screamed with Iris as his cocks pulsed in agonizing ecstasy.

He recovered slowly, swaying slightly on rubbery legs. Iris’ eyes were closed, and her lips arced in the most satisfied of smiles. The sight filled Jol with gratification. He would never admit fear to anyone, but he had long felt anxiety at the thought of clanning with a woman. That only would he not prove be a good enough protector for her, but lack as a lover as well. Apparently, he was doing just fine in both departments so far.

Jol gave those smiling lips a gentle kiss. Then, he released the clamp on one nipple.

Iris immediately yelped as circulation resumed its normal course. Jol kissed the hurt. Then he released the other nipple. More cries, more kisses.