Chapter Fourteen
“How does sex look between a Dramok and pacifist Nobek?” Ilid asked after they’d followed Detodev to his surprisingly luxurious sleeping room. “No dominance fight?”
“Does it disappoint you?” The Nobek’s unfamiliar smile lessened in voltage.
“As much as I lack in other areas and the fact I’m often too young to command the respect of those close by, I like everyone obeying me.” He chuckled. “Especially when it comes to sex.”
He was relieved when Detodev relaxed. The Nobek glanced at everyone. “I still have the urge to fight, but I refuse to. If I hurt any of you…”
Charity came close to him and stroked his muscled arm. “I doubt you would, even if you did wrestle Ilid for the privilege to be on top. Hey, you were assertive last night, and I survived perfectly fine.” Her impish gaze swung to Ilid. “Maybe I’ll fight you for control.”
Ilid took her in, this stunning woman who’d enthralled him from the moment he’d first set eyes on her. Her soft, swelling curves brought a surge of arousal, adding to his already excited state. The image of her straining against him, then surrendering when she was shown her strength was no match for his enthusiastic libido increased his desire. “You can try. In fact, I encourage you to.” To prove to Detodev he was perfectly fine by his lack of resistance, he added, “You do whatever you need to. I have no doubt I’ll enjoy you no matter how it happens.” He openly ogled the muscular physique to prove his point. It didn’t hurt the Nobek was a delicious specimen of manhood, as delicious in his way as Charity was as a woman.
Ilid’s glance turned to Mitag, the lovely Imdiko who’d given him everything a man could ask for the night before. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you and all you’re capable of. But I hope you guys don’t mind too much if I concentrate mostly on Charity. We did a lot of petting on our journey here. We never had the opportunity to fully enjoy each other. I’m dying to correct that.”
“I haven’t had the pleasure of making love to her at all.” Mitag’s eyes drank her in. She grinned, indicating she was delighted to have his attention. “We could all focus on her this time.”
“Detodev?” Ilid asked. He could have assumed leadership and agreed to Mitag’s suggestion. His instincts told him, however, the natural urges the Nobek feared he’d take too far had to be acknowledged or it would detract from his self-esteem. He couldn’t be discounted no matter how he claimed he was ready to let go of the reins.
Detodev brightened, telling Ilid he’d made the correct choice. “It sounds good to me. She’s amazing.”
“Hold on.” Charity scowled. “A trio of hulking Kalquorian men versus little old me? It hardly sounds fair.”
Her arousal scent, which reminded Ilid of a sea breeze on a summer day, had increased despite her protest. It was tantalizing, as it had been on the transport. For all her teasing about fighting him for dominance, she found the idea of being at their tender mercies titillating.
He and she were very much in agreement where that was concerned.
“Fair isn’t high on my list, I’m afraid. You’re welcome to try to fight,” he leered. He eyed her clothes. “How much do you like your outfit?”
She glanced at the loose men’s shirt, which did little to mask her generous curves. “I borrowed this from Adam for chores around the farm. Don’t tear up the kid’s clothes.”
“I guess you’ll need the jeans intact too. You told me you didn’t have a lot in the way of clothes suited for Haven.”
“You’ll have to contain your apparent desire to tear them off me.” She smirked.
“If I must,” Ilid sighed. At the same instant, he glanced at Detodev.
The Nobek understood his assignment as if they’d done this a million times. Before Charity could react, he slid his arm around her waist, pinning her arms. He cupped her chin in his palm and held her head to his chest, her back to his front.
Her eyes widened, the pupils blooming in reaction. Her breath caught. The feminine aroma of excitement increased. Ilid swore he could hear her pulse booming.
He began unbuttoning her red-and-black flannel shirt, starting from the bottom after he’d tugged the tails loose from Detodev’s firm hold on her. “I haven’t forgotten how soft your skin is from those few stolen moments when we had the opportunity to touch. I can’t wait to feel you naked against me.”
“You should let me have a go at your shirt. After all, Detodev would probably let you borrow his clothes if I rip it.” She’d recovered to attempt to struggle free of the Nobek’s grip. He clasped her casually, his scent of desire rising.
“I happen to be fond of my outfit, thanks. Stand there as the conquered woman you are, and accept I’m in charge.” Ilid had reached the button between her breasts. He undid it and caught a glimpse of ivory lace. His cocks jerked in reaction.
Pressure on his shin stole his attention. Charity’s foot pushed his leg. She didn’t kick but merely shoved.
Chuckling, Ilid scooped the offending leg into the crook of his elbow and restrained it. A jerk of his head brought Mitag close to hold the other leg likewise. “Let’s see you get out of that,” he teased.
“Bullies,” she hissed as she squirmed…halfheartedly, Ilid noticed.
He found it a little difficult to unfasten the final button onehanded. He was used to resealable seams he simply tugged open. The ample swells of her breasts were a distraction, but he managed to undo the last obstacle after a few moments. He spread Charity’s borrowed shirt open.
She was magnificent. Her flushed breasts rose and fell in their concealing cups, full and voluptuous. It was then Ilid had an eager urge to shred the lace and silk keeping him from seeing the gorgeous mounds in their entirety. Lust tried to overwhelm him.
The undergarment looked expensive, however. Maybe I’ll buy her something cheaper to wear next time. A boring bra she won’t mind me tearing apart. His fingers trembled in excitement to do so.
He let the fantasy feed his passion as he slid his hands behind her, between her back and Detodev’s torso. Fortunately, the bra strap release was of the resealable persuasion, and he was able to loosen it with no trouble.
All that remained was to tug the shirt and bra down her arms, rendering her naked from the waist up. Detodev released and resumed his restraining grip too fast for her to break free, but not so fast to keep Ilid from sweeping the clothing off.
She was bare to them above her denim pants, her delectable flesh theirs to behold and marvel at. Her breasts, free of constriction, were heavy. Tear-shaped, tipped by blushing nipples already erect in excitement, they were enthralling. Ilid felt a decadent hunger looking at them. He let seconds pass to prolong the anticipation of when he’d touch and taste them.
Next to him, Mitag uttered a soft moan of yearning. Detodev, peering intently over Charity’s shoulder at her nakedness, licked his lips so they shone. It wasn’t just Charity’s and Ilid’s arousal scents permeating the air now. Desire hung so heavy, the Dramok could taste it on every breath he drew in his mouth. The urge to lick everyone from head to toe was compelling.
It was Charity he’d dreamed of for too long. He cupped a breast in his palm, testing its weight. He found it softer and more supple than he remembered. His thumb swept across her nipple, and he watched it tauten in reaction as Charity inhaled sharply and jerked. She gazed up at him, peering through the fall of honey hair tumbled over her face. She looked wanton and helpless at once.
Ilid squeezed. She jerked again, rising slightly. A crease appeared between her brows, but she didn’t tell him to stop. If anything, she pushed so her breast filled his hand better.
“Unlike Detodev, I have no concern of losing control,” Ilid told her. “If we do anything you hate or absolutely can’t take, your word is sholt .”
“Kalquorian for stop ,” she said. Her voice was breathy, raising the hairs on his body. Her palpable eagerness fed his own. “And if I’m unsure? Kind of into it, kind of not?”
“Then say werpac . It means slow.” Ilid enunciated each syllable to make sure she could repeat the Kalquorian word.
She did, half a dozen times under his direction. She bestowed her naughtiest grin. “Maybe you’re a bully, but at least you aren’t a jerk.”
“I do my best,” he snorted. “I don’t care for how easily you’re carrying on a conversation though. Let’s see what we can do about it.”
He swooped down and sucked in a mouthful of her breast. Her reaction was immediate and gratifying: a loud cry, accompanied by enthusiastic squirming.
“She’s loud.” Detodev’s tone revealed he enjoyed her wriggling against him. “You won’t be left guessing if she’s enjoying herself.”
Ilid didn’t answer immediately. He enjoyed the slightly salty taste of her skin and the feeling of her softer flesh on his tongue. He delighted in the stiffer point of her nipple before drawing off with a slight popping noise. He was pleased to see Charity’s eyes had gone glassy.
“Her ardent vocal appreciation and my parent clan’s quarters proximity to mine and hers kept us from getting as intimate as we wished on the ship,” he sighed. “Otherwise, we would have had quite the time.”
“Damn right we would have,” Charity groaned. “I tried to be quiet, but I can’t seem to turn my vocal cords off.”
“She’s talking again. All I want are those screams now that we’re in a place where I can enjoy them. Help me claim the paradise I’ve waited too long for, Mitag.”
He bent to her breast. Mitag’s enthusiastic slurps on its twin filled his ears.
At last, Mitag could join wholeheartedly in the seduction. He adored bringing his lovers to full passion as much as the act of sex itself. He’d held off thus far with Charity in deference to Ilid’s need for control.
Lovemaking was as good a venue as any for his new friend to exercise the Dramok tendencies he’d become unsure of. He was glad to allow Ilid to assume the leadership characteristics he’d been born to, in a safe space where only Charity had offered a quickly abandoned challenge. Mitag reasoned it might help Ilid recover a measure of the confidence he’d lost to the Darks. The Imdiko was convinced that like Detodev, Ilid sold himself short when it came to being the best of his breed.
These thoughts were background noise to his enjoyment of Charity’s sumptuous flesh. He’d had a few sexual encounters involving Earther women on Haven, but never someone so graced by curves, nor so set on enjoying erotic delights to the fullest. Her moans of pleasure were musical. He was enthralled to hear her voice it.
Sharing her with two others, specifically a Dramok and a Nobek…also a thrill. Part of it was because Mitag found Ilid and Detodev as alluring as the woman they were loving. There was more to it than mere lust, however.
Some Kalquorian men had leapt at the chance to have a woman to themselves when the new laws had come into play where recognized unions were concerned. Kalquorian men no longer had to form clans of Dramok, Imdiko, and Nobek in order to establish a legal binding to a human Matara. Many Earther women, coming from a strictly monogamous society, also preferred to find a single partner rather than a clan of three.
Mitag had ached for it all. He’d dreamed of a full clan to love and care for from childhood. He understood it was because he’d been denied a parent clan of his own. His guardians hadn’t truly wanted him. They’d regarded raising him a duty foisted on them. His petition to be granted emancipation at the age of seventeen had been greeted by relief from his uncles, aunt, and cousins. It had hurt to be so eagerly released, but it was easier than being alone in the midst of those to whom his presence was unwelcome.
He was determined to join a real clan. Hoping to make it happen, he’d latched onto the standoffish Detodev he’d suspected was as lonesome as himself. Now here was Ilid, certain he couldn’t lead a clan though he obviously could.
Despite Charity swearing she couldn’t wait to leave Haven, Mitag was sure she’d experienced the sense of abandonment he’d lived under. It was in her dogged pursuit of Detodev, in her determination to lift Ilid from his fears, in the frequent hugs and touches she gifted Mitag.
Imdiko, Dramk, Nobek, and Matara. Mitag realized he indulged in wishful thinking, but it was impossible to stop dreaming they could be the only thing he desired above success and riches: a clan.
Charity’s senses were aflame. Detodev’s powerful but easy restraint was heady bondage. He held her helpless, but he gave her a sense of safety nonetheless. The confinement freed her to submerge in the enthusiastic caresses of the other pair. Their hands were hot on her as they roamed in exploration, leaving heated trails, as if burning paths on her skin. Their mouths were hotter still. Hot and wet and hungry, they sucked and licked and nipped until she couldn’t think for the shocks reverberating through her.
Detodev’s passion was obvious against her lower back. His livid state of arousal was firm iron despite the fabric of their pants separating them. She recalled how he’d felt inside her, front and rear. Her cunt spasmed in demand to have him that way again.
She barely noticed when Ilid and Mitag tugged her sturdy shoes off, followed by her socks. She was better aware of her jeans peeling off her legs. She was fully awake to those insistent hands gripping her inner thighs, of them sweeping circles toward the soaked crotch of her panties. Her cries gained volume the closer they crept. They discovered the creases between thighs and mound at the same instant, where the edge of her underwear kept her womanhood hidden. There, fingertips danced, refusing to cross the silky border.
Mitag kissed up her chest, throat, chin. His mouth locked on hers to swallow her moans. His tongue swept in to taste as Ilid continued to devour her breast. She strained in their uncompromising grips, trying to find contact linking her pussy and their fingers. They remained tantalizingly out of reach where she most wanted to be touched.
Ilid relinquished her breast to travel downward. He left a wet line from her nipple to her navel, where his rough tongue swirled. The idea of how it would feel should he lick her in such a fashion where her pulse hammered hardest made her writhe.
His and Mitag’s fingers dared no closer to where lust clamored to be sated. Charity’s keening grew more desperate.
Detodev apparently found it difficult to simply watch and contain her. He nuzzled her neck, nosing her hair aside to kiss and nip. After a few seconds, he mumbled against her skin, his breath balmy. “Dramok?”
Mitag’s kiss kept Charity from seeing Ilid, but his lips and tongue briefly left her. “Yes.” He said nothing further. He continued his journey lower, until he encountered the waistband of her panties. Like his fingers, his mouth went no farther.
Charity had little opportunity to protest. Detodev fastened on her neck. Two jabs of pain at once announced his bite.
She’d heard of the intoxicating Kalquorian bite. It supposedly affected humans differently from Kalquorians, but she’d barely paid attention to what to expect.
The sharp hurt wasn’t sexy. She started to scream, but it died before she barely unleashed a high-pitched whimper. The smart was finished in an instant. She hissed on her exhale instead of bringing down the roof by shrieking.
They might have warned me. Her pique was quickly swallowed by the return of yearning. She wished Ilid and Mitag would stop goofing around and touch her damned pussy already. She’d have been perfectly fine if they’d torn apart her expensive lingerie. She craved their flesh on hers.
The impatience began to lose its sharp edges. Warmth, separate from the encompassing sensual fire, crept over her. Her strange sense of safety increased. Euphoria swept through her brain. Charity abruptly sensed they’d transcended mere sexual drive, that they’d somehow pierced the veil between the mundane world and a higher plane. She was alive in a cosmic sense, one with the universe.
Detodev extracted his fangs and slowly licked where he’d bitten her. The roughness of his tongue woke excitement to match the teasing touches and kisses of Ilid and Mitag. Charity’s lust ramped up, but the feeling she’d ascended to another realm remained. She felt on the verge of a great revelation at any second, a truth capable of sweeping away all doubt and confusion forever.
This can’t be from his venom. Can it? It must be…but it feels so real!
Her senses had never been so heightened, pleasure so immediate and acute. She swore she could feel every millimeter of their tongues and lips, every crease of their fingerprints on her skin.
The waistband of her panties scraped her hips as Ilid at last tugged them free. His mouth followed the fabric’s retreat, putting him on his knees. Charity’s hair stood on end at the profoundness of the sensation. She was certain she’d blow apart if he touched her pussy now. The mere sensation of the wet fabric peeling from her sex brought spasms of bliss rolling through her. Her cries rang when Mitag’s kiss drifted to her jaw.
Her misty gaze revealed the Imdiko and Detodev pausing their attentions on her to stare at each other. Then they were kissing hungrily, passionately, wantonly. Charity swore she could feel their tongues twining as if she shared telepathic contact. It sent greater surges of passion straight to her sex as Ilid bared it. She’d never seen or felt anything so exciting.
As if sensing her in their own bodies, Mitag and Detodev turned to her as one. Their mouths were on hers in a second, faces pressed together to share her in a thought-erasing embrace. The trio’s tongues slid sinuously, tasting their blended ardor.
Warm air wafted over Charity’s intimate flesh, which tightened in response. A fourth tongue slid along her trembling slit. Her mouth opened wide for a scream as exquisite rapture coalesced to a brilliant star point. It hovered, waiting for the final push.
Ilid reached her clit. His lips closed on it. He sucked at the same instant he licked the nub where Charity’s consciousness had gathered. She detonated.
Sight was gone. No sound. Nothing but the vastest surges of bliss she’d ever known, though she was too far gone to realize she knew anything. There was only the moment followed by another, an eternity of the promised paradise contained in a few seconds.
Though the onset of climax was sublime, it was too much to wish to continue longer than it did. Charity emerged to gentler swells of pleasure and the beautiful realization of Ilid, Mitag, and Detodev. Imdiko and Nobek treated her and each other to roaming kisses, decadently sampling from heads to chests. Ilid continued to feed from her womanhood, prolonging the sweet convulsions of desire until they were utterly spent. Only when her moans softened to sighs and her sex’s tremors eased did he rise to his feet.
He was greeted by Mitag’s kiss. Ilid grasped the hair on the back of the Imdiko’s head and held him while he plunged his tongue in the smaller man’s mouth, giving him a taste of Charity. Mitag clung to him, letting Ilid plunder until he was left gasping.
Sandwiching the recovering Charity between them, Ilid next kissed Detodev. The Nobek uttered a half-growl, half-groan as he submitted to the demanding embrace. Charity detected his cocks jerk against her ass through his pants.
“You strip,” Ilid ordered him when he finished the kiss. His burning gaze swung to Mitag. “Lay her down and eat her pussy. I want her hot and ready for me to fuck as soon as possible.”
Charity’s pulse sped at his blatant orders. He was so demanding. Her cunt, which had been thoroughly sated, convulsed in unabashed excitement.
She wasn’t sure if Mitag’s eyes darkened from the promise of being between her legs or in response to Ilid’s authority. Perhaps it was both. At any rate, she was suddenly flat on her back on Detodev’s large bed. Mitag stood at its edge and bent to bestow his sweet kiss to her trembling folds. Renewed warmth spread from his eager mouthing.
Adding to the delicious feeling of his rough tongue investigating her meticulously was the sight of Detodev’s body as he peeled his clothing off. She’d missed seeing all of him due to their tryst in the barn’s dark environs. Similar to Ilid’s hungry stare, her gaze was greedy as she drank him in.
The work on the farm involved far more physical exertion than fixing the field monitors, as Detodev’s carved physique attested to. The scars on his inner arms and a few fresher cuts just scabbing over woke compassion in Charity’s heart. Adoration washed through her when Ilid caught the Nobek’s wrist to examine the injuries closely. Detodev’s head hung until the Dramok kissed the fresher wounds gently, like a parent kissing his child’s hurts away. Detodev looked at him, his expression raw from longing. Ilid smiled and pressed as tender a kiss to his full lips.
“No more,” he whispered. “You’re done taking out your rage on yourself. There is nothing wrong with you, Detodev.”
The hunger to believe was a poignant statement on the Nobek’s strong features. “If it’s what you want, I’ll try.”
Ilid’s hand curved around his jaw. He pulled him in for another kiss.
Mitag chose that instant to suck Charity’s clit hard, his tongue whipping over it. Exquisite pleasure stole the vision of Ilid and Detodev. Her being centered on the Imdiko thrusting yearning to the fore. Charity arched, her fingers tangling in his thick waves.
“Our lovely is getting excited again.” Ilid grinned and swatted Detodev’s ass. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”
In a moment, he’d done so. His venom had worn off, but Charity felt a rush of similar wonder in looking at him while Mitag drove her higher in arousal. The Nobek was a stunning sculpture of carved flesh, the epitome of masculine beauty the scars couldn’t detract from. The entire package was so exquisite, it took her a couple of beats to realize how big his gleaming cocks were. Her heart skipped. Had they really had amazing sex when he was so huge? It was probably a good thing their first encounter had been in the dark. Otherwise, she might have run screaming.
Ilid blew out a breath as he stroked Detodev’s torso, his expression reverent. “You are stunning, my friend. Absolutely stunning.”
A smile edged its unaccustomed appearance on the Nobek’s face. Its wickedly lascivious cast gave him an air of danger, but he simply stood there as Ilid’s fingers and tongue explored for a couple of minutes.
The Dramok stopped with an air of reluctance and turned toward Charity and Mitag. “This Imdiko should be naked too.”
Mitag didn’t pause his delicious attentions on Charity for a moment as he was stripped by the other men. If anything, his ardor increased. Charity guessed being disrobed by Ilid and Detodev increased his libido. It was certainly incredible to watch, though the Imdiko’s position didn’t allow for a clear view of what was uncovered. Watching Ilid and Detodev pulling at the smaller man’s clothing, kissing and groping all they found, was enthralling enough to leave her gasping. Watching the men together was as hot as the acts they did and had done to her.
The clan system definitely had its perks.
Mitag was moaning in earnest by the time they’d pulled off all his clothes. Charity’s sight might have been impeded, but their motions told her the specific activities they visited on him. She was basking in the effect they had on him, writhing as his enthusiastic tongue delved deep in her womanhood, as he sucked hungrily on her clit, as his fingers plunged in and fucked her.
Charity was awash in desire, her senses consumed. Ilid began pulling off his clothes, displaying a body less brawny than Detodev’s but phenomenally fit and exciting nonetheless. As soon as she was able, she touched him, eager to investigate his smooth skin stretched over solid muscle. Ilid’s hair was sleeker than the rest, sliding through her fingers like water. The combined scent of the men, sweet and spicy at once, made her mouth water in a decadent hunger to taste them.
Ilid muttered something in his own language. Mitag rose from between her legs, his expression caught amid passion and reluctance to leave. Charity finally had a decent view of the Imdiko. He’d told her he preferred aerobic activity to building muscle. He had his share of strength, however. His was a gracefully toned frame rather than Ilid’s power or Detodev’s heft. He was lovely everywhere, including the somehow elegant cocks jutting from his groin.
“Look at you three. I’m the luckiest girl on Haven,” she sighed.
Her statement was greeted by grins of various brightness. “I think we’re just as lucky,” Ilid said. “Especially since you’re giving me the opportunity to do what I’ve always wanted.”
“Have sex with an Earther?”
“Well, it’s part of it, but I hope for more.” He crawled up on the bed and knelt. He lifted her, and her mouth went dry at the casual strength he displayed doing so. He made it seem effortless when he had her straddle his thick thighs, putting his cocks against her mound. “Ready for an adventure?”
His expression of craving thrilled her. No hesitation slowed her answer. “Yes.”
“Do you remember the words for slow and stop?”
Her heartbeat quickened to discover he thought she might want to use them. The hint of risk roused rather than frightened her. “Werpac. Sholt.”
“All right. Let’s see how you feel about this.”
He lifted her higher, bringing her close. His primary nudged her pussy, but his secondary was off the mark. Ilid rose on his knees as the smaller cock somehow disappeared. It took Charity a moment to realize Mitag had eased it down, where it wouldn’t enter her anywhere.
Ilid drew her down onto himself and pushed in, joining them in the most ecstatic of embraces.
Charity’s head fell back, and she shouted her welcome. The ache of taking him as his girth increased added to the electric thrills shooting from where they linked. His secondary slid along the crack of her ass. She clawed his shoulders, and he snarled bestial delight at the sting. Their mouths met. They took turns biting the other’s lips as brute eagerness claimed them.
Her legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord. She gripped with all her strength and moved, riding him. He responded, thrusting deep when she descended. Jolts of pleasurable pain stabbed. She voiced every luscious instant.
The ache of taking him lessened, leaving rapture. They heaved as one, intent on gratification after having waited so long for intimacy together. When Ilid forced her to pause, only the tip of him inside, she wailed a wordless demand.
“More? Help me give her what she wants, Mitag.”
There was movement, the feeling of Ilid’s secondary sliding into place…but not at her rear entrance.
Charity gasped as the Dramok pressed the second girth in her cunt, intent on having it join his primary. She stared at him wide-eyed, speechless at the attempt. As he forged inward, her head began shaking.
“Oh yes. Yes, you will, my beauty, and you’ll love every moment of it.” His fangs flashed at her from behind his blunter teeth, turning him to pure primal male.