Authors: Tracy St. John
Michaela (53 page)
“Naughty slave,” Korkla reprimanded her. He spanked her ass lightly, but as the swats continued, Michaela’s ass began to burn. “You will learn to submit to your masters. This body belongs to us, not you. It is ours to use as we see fit.”
“Our breasts,” Govi agreed. He tugged on her nipples to make his point. “Our cock.” A tug to make her stand on her toes, hissing as heat poured into her maleness. Then another tug, this one on her clit. “Our pussy.”
“My ass,” Raxstad said, shoving a finger he’d wet in her juices inside.
That he named it for himself alone made the other two men laugh. “My Nobek has staked his claim,” Korkla chuckled. “And you will give it to him,” he told Michaela, growing serious once more.
She had no way to run or fight. Not that resistance was on Michaela’s agenda anyway. She bowed her head, acknowledging their control. “Whatever my Masters wish,” she said.
Raxstad responded by pushing a second finger in her tightest passage. She moaned with want as desire tumbled in her belly.
Govi knelt before her. “Spread your legs,” he whispered, his eyes dark. “Offer me your cock and pussy, slave.”
Michaela did as she was told, standing with her feet wide apart, thrusting her hips forward. Govi grabbed her dick with one hand and sent the fingers of the other to play with her intimate folds.
A stab of knee-knocking pleasure went through her. Liquid heat filled her sexes, setting her alight. Her legs, usually so graceful, quaked in reaction.
She sensed Raxstad moving behind her. She had no idea what he was doing until he said, “You are going to lower yourself onto us. You will take us both at the same time.”
If not for Korkla providing support, Michaela might have fallen rather than slowly kneeling down. After a certain point, her knees buckled, unwilling to hold her up any longer. However, her Dramok kept her from crashing onto the thighs of their other two clanmates.
Raxstad and Govi adjusted their positions so that she hovered over their jutting primary lengths. Michaela was awkward as she tried to find a good position. The trouble was, their thighs were too wide and her legs were not long enough to straddle them.
Govi laughed. “I guess we masters will have to do the work, my Nobek. Either that or we can pull on her feet until her legs are stretched as long as yours.”
Raxstad snickered. “I like her legs just the way they are. They are as beautiful and perfect as the rest of her. Move back so she can kneel on the pillow.”
Govi did so. Raxstad’s hand closed around the back of Michaela’s neck and pushed gently. “On all fours, pretty one.”
He let go of her tied arms so that she could obey. With her wrists tied together, it was a bit difficult to keep her balance. However, the pillows beneath her were soft and Korkla and Govi held her so that she didn’t fall.
Raxstad’s knees went between her calves. She felt the prod of something hot, hard, and wet at her ass.
“Push back, my pretty Matara. Take me in. Take your master’s cock.”
She eased back, feeling the tip of him breach. Slowly, slowly, she accepted him, letting his prick fill her.
“That’s it. Put that dick in that tight little ass like a good slave. That’s right.”
Michaela panted. He had stretched her a little, but Raxstad had a lot of girth. It was an effort to accept all of him. Her butt felt the ache.
Korkla sounded out of breath himself. “I love watching her ass take one of us.”
Govi said, “Shall we continue?”
“Yes. She’s got a good start on me.” Raxstad wrapped his arms around Michaela’s chest and pulled her upright. “Now your pussy wants our Imdiko.”
Govi moved so that his front touched Michaela’s. She was tightly sandwiched between him and Raxstad now. She wrapped her legs around his ass and her arms around his neck, making sure of her support.
Govi’s cocks nudged at her pussy. Her eyes widened.
“That’s right. Both of them at the same time you’re taking Raxstad. Relax and open to us.”
Oh hell
, Michaela thought. The thought terrified and excited her all at once.
Govi gathered himself and flexed his groin upward. The tip of his larger cock entered first. It slid in easily, her body opening to him with eagerness. A moment later, his second cock nudged its way in too.
“Now,” Govi said, a smile lighting his features. “Now you will lower yourself onto us. Now you will give yourself to us.”
It was up to Michaela to accept their mastery by obediently fucking them. This was different from letting the men fuck her. It was even different from doing what she wanted with them, though the action was to be hers. This was her surrendering her will to theirs. It made little distinction that she wanted the same thing, to be joined to her clan. The psychological impact of obeying was still heady stuff.
She concentrated on relaxing and opening herself to the Nobek and Imdiko. Letting gravity do most of the work, she eased down, absorbing the two men.
Govi licked his lips and looked over her head at Raxstad. “I can feel you on the other side. By the ancestors, the sensation is remarkable.”
Raxstad grunted in response. His hands were tight on Michaela’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“Keep going, little love slave,” Govi encouraged. “Nice, slow, and easy. That’s it.”
All that cock was thick, pressing hard into the sensitive parts of Michaela’s sheaths. Her moans strengthened and became outright cries of passion. Her whole body shuddered as a thunderclap of sensation rumbled through her. It brought answering growls from the two men.
“Fuck,” Raxstad breathed in her ear. “So fucking tight I can’t see straight.”
“Oh,” was all Govi could manage. He said it over and over. “Oh, oh, oh, oh...”
Michaela kept sliding down onto all that dick, and the huge thudding pleasure kept growing. Her head fell back on Raxstad’s shoulder as she voiced her excitement to the coral panels above. She was so full that she didn’t think she could take another inch from either man, and yet she wanted more. She wanted all of them, and she didn’t care if they split her in two.
Bit by excruciating bit, she took them in. Just when Michaela did think she would be torn apart, she reached the end of each man. She hung gasping between them, her nether parts one glorious, delicious ache.
“Now fuck us,” Raxstad whispered. “Fuck us like a proper slave should.”
Using her arms and her strong dancer’s legs, her limbs still wrapped around Govi, Michaela obeyed. She rose and fell between the two men, releasing their cocks from her tight confines only to swallow them again. The friction against her hot spots was constant, making her spasm violently around the impalements.
A hand seized her head, turning it to the side. Michaela’s vision filled with yet two more cocks, heavy with need. Korkla tapped her lips with one finger.
“Open, slave. You must serve us all.”
Oh yes, she must. Michaela licked her lips as her Dramok’s scent filled the air. She opened wide for him.
Korkla pumped his hips back and forth, allowing Michaela to concentrate on riding Raxstad and Govi. At first she found it awkward, robbing the moment of some of its titillation. Soon however, her natural grace found the position and pace. Once Michaela knew how to move, she did so instinctively.
Her clan groaned as one, feeding her rapacious body with its strength. She drew them in deep, turning the group into a whole, making them one. In response the men heaved against her, becoming the servants to her hungers. Hands caressed her, letting her know how much she was adored, even worshipped. Voices moaned their love for her. Promises were made that they would be hers forever.
Through it all, the excitement built in her loins. The cock in her mouth thrummed with a quickening pulse and offered her the sweet bite of its lubrication along with the saltier present of pre-cum. Warm hands held her breasts, squeezing every now and then to send jolting thrills down to her clit. Yet another hand pumped her cock, squeezing at the base to make it weighted with desire. A thumb rubbed her own wetness over her clit, making electric pulses zing.
Most of all was that thick, wonderful pressure in her pussy and ass. It made her brain swirl, especially since Raxstad and Korkla were fucking her harder and faster. Now she had no control over the pace. It was all them, hungrily claiming her.
Govi’s hand whipped up and down on her cock. Michaela’s balls clenched, readying to release the growing ecstasy. The clamor was fed by the friction inside. She could no longer tell where her female pleasure started and where her male drive ended. It was all one great wondrous frenzy of rapture building, growing, and expanding. It turned into blinding brilliance, a silent but massive explosion deep in her core. Elation ripped free, engulfing every atom in monumental detonation.
On the heels of that rapture came a second. Then a third. Michaela knew nothing but the feeling of gathering and release, as if the heavens coalesced within her to blow apart, come back together, and burst to pieces again. There was no sight or sound. There was nothing but feeling, but feeling was all Michaela could handle.
It began to settle, with the detonations lessening. Michaela heard groans and yells, like a distant mob exclaiming. She was aware her mouth filled with flesh and fluid. She swallowed the sweetness and twirled her tongue over its source, seeking more.
Smells returned. Incense and male musk filled the air. There was solid warmth against her skin and the idea that it had recently been in desperate motion.
The thick presence in her mouth slid free. Michaela blinked and could see once more. Three faces looked down at her. They were smiling at her. They looked at her with love ... and most importantly, with acceptance.
“Have you returned to us, my Matara?” Korkla asked.
“I’m here,” she said, amused that her voice came out in a croak. “You never said if you liked my dress.”
The men broke out in loud laughter. Tears streaked from Govi’s eyes.
Michaela could hear the hum of conversation in the distance. “You didn’t tear my flimsy excuse of a gown, did you? Even if you didn’t, please tell me we don’t have to mingle with our guests right away.”
“I don’t think they expect us to,” Korkla said as he helped her sit up. “Imold’s clan is gone, the tent draperies have been closed to give us some privacy—”
“A little late for that,” Raxstad snorted.
“—and plates of food have been brought in and left right over there for us,” Korkla finished. “As for your so-called dress, I don’t think there was enough of it to tear.”
“We can take all the time we wish,” Raxstad sighed happily. “After that show we just put on, we deserve to be alone for a little while.”
Govi said, “Maybe my parents will have left by the time we’re ready to rejoin the world. I’m glad we had dinner with them last night and they plan to return home this evening. I’m not sure I can face them right now.”
“Your parents were a little too enthralled with each other to see much of what their son was up to,” Raxstad snickered. He stretched to snag the trays of food.
Govi stared at him. “You’re eating already?”
“Why not? I’m sure our guests are, and the whole damned bunch was humping their brains out too. Sex makes many of us hungry.”
“Breathing makes you hungry, you ronka.”
Michaela dug her dress out from the mass of pillows. She looked it over, assuring herself it was unharmed. She set it neatly to one side.
Korkla looked the bits of fabric and metal over and chuckled. “I think I know how to keep the Royal Council from arguing with the Imperial Clan now. We’ll just have Michaela parade around on the floor wearing her gown.”
“Why not?” Raxstad agreed around a mouthful of food. “The councilmen have been doing their best to fuck each other over for decades. Let them be inspired and literally fuck instead of fight for a change.”
Clajak’s voice sounded from the other side of the drapes. “I heard that, and I heartily endorse the idea.”
That set off laughter from inside and outside the tent.
We’re such a bunch of freaks,
Michaela thought. She almost said it out loud, but thought better of it. Even though she meant the term in fun, it was off limits. She did not want her clan punishing her in front of everyone ... even though the idea of others watching her get disciplined got the juices flowing again. Chances were that as long as Govi’s parents weren’t around, her men might enjoy some more public play too. It certainly hadn’t been a hindrance during the ceremony. Replaying in her mind what had happened made Michaela’s cock twitch.
Yep, I’m probably a freak after all, but not the bad kind. Not the kind of freak I thought I was. From the way things just went down, I’m not alone in that state of being.
She looked at her clanmates and grinned. If it did turn out she was a freak, Michaela thought she was in pretty good company.
The End
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