Chapter Twenty-three - 2
Ilid examined Mitag’s dining room as the Imdiko poured sapphire blue Plasian leshella in fluted glasses. “You have excellent taste. Can you decorate our new home and swear not to break the bank?”
“I sure as hell won’t let Detodev do it.” Mitag shot a look of mock horror at the Nobek. “If you thought the chicken wire and haybale wedding reception was bad, it’s nothing compared to what he calls décor.”
“His home looks okay. A bit bare bones is all,” Charity laughed.
“Don’t you dare put frilly shit in the areas where I’ll spend any length of time, my Imdiko,” Detodev growled, eyeing the lace curtains at the window.
“But you’d be so lovely in a setting of—”
Detodev stepped close to loom over Mitag and growled, cutting off the dramatic protest. Mitag cracked up. A second later, the rest joined him, Detodev loudest of all.
When the chuckles quieted, Ilid raised his glass to them. “To us, possibly the most unlikely future clanmates to come together. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that we did. I’ll never take you for granted.”
“To the men who turned a backwards town and planet into a true haven for this lost girl,” Charity added. “Thank you for everything, especially the part where I had no choice but to love you so much I had to stay.”
Mitag uttered a sound suspiciously like a sniffle. “To all of you, who finally granted me the one dream I’ve always had.” He winked at Detodev. “Though it took a lot of convincing.”
“To you for being so damned pushy,” the Nobek grinned in return. “And Charity too. Most of all, my gratitude for you three letting me be the Nobek I want to be…and showing me I already was a protector when I couldn’t see myself clearly.” His smile softened as he waved his glass at Ilid in recognition for his role in setting him straight.
“To us all for overcoming and helping each other do so,” Ilid said. They murmured affirmative responses. They drank.
Sighs of pleasure followed the first sips of the smooth, sparkling leshella. “No wonder people go on and on about how great this stuff is.” Detodev gazed at his glass in surprise.
“It costs a lot too. How far in debt did you go for this bottle?” Charity quizzed Mitag.
“No debt, but I saved for a couple of years to buy it.”
She rounded on Ilid. “I refuse to wait a couple of years before we clan for you to afford another bottle.”
“We’ll all pitch in as best we can,” Mitag laughed. “Since I bought this, I’ve forged terrific relations with a few suppliers and can get it at a discount.”
“Better be a big discount,” she muttered. She sipped and brightened again. A wicked gleam lit her eyes as she looked the men up and down in turn. “How else can we celebrate our upcoming nuptials? I have a few ideas.”
“Hmm. Better run those ideas by us. Make sure you include specific details,” Ilid invited. He had a few ideas of his own, but he wasn’t sure he’d share ahead of enacting them.
As they drank, Charity described acts that tempted him to gulp his leshella and get rid of it so he could race to fulfill her fantasies. She made it easy to ignore the hefty price tag demanding the drink be savored.
When she finished her recitation, leaving the men wide-eyed and obviously aroused, Ilid offered a breathless chuckle. “From Starry Eyes to Miss Behavior in the blink of an eye.”
Detodev appeared faintly stunned. “Getting rather adventurous for this poor, boring farmhand. Where did you find such…inspiration?”
“I’ve heard women can be wilder than men. Is this what you and Matara Sara talk about over coffee?” Mitag asked.
“No! No, no, no.” Detodev set his empty glass on the polished dining table to clap his hands to his ears. “Sara’s been a mother to me. If she gave you these ideas, I don’t want to know. If you truly love me, don’t tell me.”
Charity was laughing at having shocked them. Ilid noted her cheeks were flushed, no doubt thanks to the alcohol. “Easy, big man. I’ve been watching porn to spice up our fun. You guys are already super knowledgeable, so I figured as the least experienced of the bunch, I need to catch up.”
“I haven’t done half of your list.” Mitag shook his head, then grinned. “I’m willing to try.”
“Though it might kill us,” Ilid snickered. But what a way to go.
They finished the leshella. Still laughing at Charity’s outrageous suggestions and demanding she write down the vids she’d viewed for inspiration, they hurried to Mitag’s sleeping room.
* * * *
They entered the bedroom, Charity just behind Mitag, who’d led. She’d barely set foot beyond the door when Ilid barked, “Stand by the sleeping mat, my Matara, and wait.”
Her heart sped at the commanding tone. Her Dramok lover was taking her at her word that she wanted her fantasies fulfilled. First and foremost was them assuming dominance over her.
It wasn’t a mere fantasy. It was a self-inflicted test. She’d enjoyed the men taking command during sex, but the part of her who bemoaned an existence of bowing to authority was struggling.
She was afraid she’d go too far as she learned to control her own future, which was finally hers to decide. She had the feeling she might become fixated on constantly holding the reins. Such a mindset wouldn’t work if she were to have a successful, happy relationship with her chosen clan, Ilid in particular. It was to be an equal partnership they’d agreed…but in some matters, the natural leader should do what he did best. What he’d been born to do.
Her concerns about her own urges had merit. Even now, as the order in his no-nonsense tone had her obeying instinctively, a part of her bristled to be expected to do so. Resistance had become a habitual response after so many years of being “guided” by well-meaning and protective guardians. In other words, they’d moved her about like a game piece for her own good.
She firmly reminded herself she ultimately did have control when it came to her lovers. If she said sholt at any time, their activities would cease. It was the same for them all. No one was anyone else’s powerless minion.
Swallowing the instant of rebellion, she went to the bed. She turned to face her lovers and waited to see where they’d take her.
“Strip.”
Looking Ilid in the eye, her brow arched, she pulled her top off. She froze again.
His expression had turned stony. “Am I seeing a disrespectful attitude, my Matara?”
It’s part of the game I asked for. Nonetheless, it felt very serious, far from play. She dropped her gaze, her brow, and the smirk trying to tug at her lips. “Apologies, my Dramok.”
“I’ll excuse it this time. Don’t do it twice.”
“Yes, my Dramok.” Anxiety woke to tremble in her gut, but she was wet. Excited.
“Continue taking your clothes off.”
She did so. She was hyperaware of her nakedness and vulnerability when she stood before the still-clothed men. Strong males, who could do as they wished to her, permission or not. She trusted them, but the realization of her powerlessness lit her in ways she couldn’t quite comprehend.
“She needs a chair to sit on, my Nobek.” Ilid spoke after they’d spent several silent seconds inspecting her.
The weeks they’d spent in each other’s company, growing closer as the dream of clanship had increased in potential, had rendered further explanation unnecessary. Charity peeked through the curtain of hair that had fallen over her face to see the leering Detodev approach. He pulled her away from the bed and stood behind her. Gripping her thighs, he lifted her so they rested on his beefy forearms. He spread her legs wide to display her sex. His chest was her backrest. He supported her effortlessly, as if he could do so all day and not strain.
Ilid stood in front of her. Mitag looked at her over his shoulder. Their stares were avid. The Dramok smiled, less severe in the wake of her proper surrender. “You’re beautiful, especially having halted the part of Miss Behavior.”
He turned his head to mutter to Mitag. Charity’s ears strained, but she couldn’t understand what he said. The Imdiko’s grin was suspiciously bright as he hurried to the drawer where he kept intimate toys and tools. He returned carrying a thin length of silky braided rope. He handed it to Ilid.
The Dramok tied one end to Charity’s ankle. He looped the length around Detodev’s thick neck and tied off the other ankle. Her knees were bent nearly to her ears. Had she been exposed before? She was blatantly revealed now.
“Any strain? Are your hips or knees hurting?” Ilid ran his finger between the rope and her leg, verifying the ties weren’t cutting off her circulation.
“No, my Dramok.” Her voice was low, her focus on her splayed pussy. She’d instinctively gripped Detodev’s biceps in order to keep from covering herself. The urge to say something smartass, if only to distract her attention from how brazen her position was, danced on her lips. She pressed them closed, then bit them together. She was far too helpless to test Ilid’s patience, especially when some of the ideas she’d given him included erotic punishments.
I should have opted to take it slower. Note to self: never make sexy suggestions after drinking leshella again.
Ilid watched her expression. He stroked her inner thigh, sending a surge of heat straight to her sex. “I love seeing you this way.” The feeling in his tone and the approval in his gaze settled her nerves. A little.
His touch slid up. His fingertips slid through her wet crevice. A cascade of warmth fell through her, and she gasped.
He took advantage by bending forward to kiss her. It was demanding and deep, claiming her as surely as thrusting his cocks in her pussy and ass would have. Charity forgot her feelings of vulnerability and nervousness as passion filled her.
Ilid broke the kiss. He pinched her nipples. It should have hurt, but all she felt was the shock of yearning from her breasts to her pussy. Her fingers dug in Detodev’s biceps, and he chuckled.
Ilid stepped back to view his prize: his future Matara. Their promised Nobek stretched her open for him. She visibly trembled, probably from a mix of carnal hunger and anxiety. Her lush breasts rose and fell as she breathed. She stared at him with hope and apprehension. Had she thought through her requests for erotic play prior to naming them? Perhaps she’d failed to do so, but he preferred her unable to consider her urges too closely if it meant censoring them. She should be able to name her desires freely. How else could he serve her?
She possessed definite delight in surrender. For a Dramok, it was an enthralling quality.
Her arousal scent rose, the delicate aroma he likened to the seaside in the summer. Her gleaming pussy was gorgeously swollen. Her clit peeking from beneath its hood, beckoning him to pay it the respect it deserved. A service he was eager to perform.
Detodev held her high so her head rested on his muscled shoulder. The Nobek was taller than Ilid, so it wasn’t a strain when he bent to taste her sweetness. The tip of his tongue traced her trembling folds, and she sang a vocal sigh. Ilid grinned, thinking how loud Charity became during sex. He recalled their attempts at intimate encounters on the shuttle that had brought them to Haven. It had been necessary to stop carnal play because of her inability to remain quiet and the proximity of his parents. He almost laughed out loud at the memory. In his wildest imaginings, he'd never hoped to have the beguiling woman he’d known then as Jennifer Seng as his future clanmate.
He spent a few minutes playing. His tongue circled her clit, dove deep in her entrance to taste her honeyed essence, and darted a quick touch to the tip of her sensitive nub. He mapped her sumptuous sex thoroughly. He spread her folds to tongue fuck her, then teased her clit until she squirmed and wailed in Detodev’s unrelenting grip.
He straightened and stepped back. He delighted in her inarticulate cry of longing, of how her hips jerked to invite him to return.
He reached in his pants, finding himself well lubricated in anticipation. He wet his fingers thoroughly in the slickness. He reached for her to paint her rear entrance. He slid his finger in slightly.
She groaned, the taut opening tightening in reaction. He rewarded her by penetrating further.
Charity had become accustomed to rear entries, but being kept helpless made it more intense. Her hands were free to do as she wished, whether to encourage Ilid’s invasion or attempt to ward him off.
His determined stare was what brought the usual urge to do as she wanted to a screeching halt. He was all Dramok, resolute and displaying no hesitation. The man he’d been born to be. He wielded the authority Charity had grown eager to defy to forge an avenue of freedom from those who’d often smothered her in their devotion to her safety. They’d repressed her for her own good, but she’d chafed under it nonetheless.
She understood Ilid wasn’t after her independence. He was invested in her living as unfettered as she could despite a dangerous universe. This moment was merely an interlude, a venue where he exercised his own instincts. He’d do so to their mutual satisfaction if she’d throw off the shackles of her habit of defiance.
Those binds and her knee-jerk reaction to them evaded his control after an instant, however. She jerked in Detodev’s grip, under the steel regard of Ilid’s unwavering gaze. “No.” It came out in a half-rebellious whine and a gasp of need.
He bent to her clit once more. A surge of purest ecstasy shot through her, and thoughts of resistance disappeared. Charity shouted as his tongue lapped and his finger moved, slowly fucking her back there. Lust stampeded, sending her to incredible heights in an instant.
Ilid pulled his finger free and replaced it with two. He sucked and rubbed his tongue on her clit, stroking the demand she submit. Sensation lifted her high, brought her to the brink, left her hovering for a breathless eternity…
Rapturous bliss exploded. Charity unleashed a scream as she fell into elation. It surged in violent pulses until she knew only pleasure. No sight or sound existed. Just exaltation. She tried to jerk. Her hips instinctively bucked as knots of elation broke loose, but she was held still for Ilid’s avid attention. She shrieked and shook, helpless to move as orgasm rushed through her again and again.
He straightened when the ebbing pulses left her quietly moaning in the aftermath. He licked his lips. “I love tasting you come.”
“Ungh,” was her tongue-tied response.
He chuckled. “You could exercise better discipline. You came quicker than I intended. From now on, you need my permission to climax.”
She stared at him, unable to credit the words her ears had heard him say. “Right. Good luck on that.”
He leaned close, his intense stare skewering her. “You’ll wait for me to tell you to come. Do you understand?”
For once, thoughts of defiance for defiance’s sake didn’t appear. All Charity could think of was how Ilid’s control excited her. How good it felt when he ate her pussy. How crazy she got when he stuffed her full of his cocks and rode her.
How the hell was she supposed to hold off orgasm when he drove her straight into its maelstrom? Just the notion of the delights he’d given her moments prior made her pussy clench in anticipation.
“And if I can’t stop it from happening?” She’d meant to demand an answer, but her voice wheezed in a breathless whisper.
“You’ll have to be ready for the consequences of disobedience.”
He must have decided her gape-mouthed silence was assent, because he delivered wet, sucking kisses to her nipples. They tingled under the assault. When she moaned, he stopped. He left her for Mitag’s open drawer of tormenting delights to rummage. She strained in Detodev’s untiring arms to see his selection. Ilid kept the item he’d claimed cupped out of sight in his hand.
“I’m in the mood to test how well you can behave for your future Dramok.” He squirted something on his hand, then rubbed it on her labia. He took care to coat the folds of her pussy and clit.
An instant later, heat woke where he’d applied the gel. Ilid traced the top of her clit, his touch barely there. Charity kicked as brute desire woke. “Shit!”
“Curse if it helps you maintain control.” Ilid spoke in an offhand, conversational tone. “But no coming until I give permission. Sensitizing gel isn’t as much fun when you’ve earned a pussy spanking.”
“I think I liked you better when you weren’t so sure of yourself,” she grouched. The half-hearted complaint made him chuckle before he resumed a sterner aspect.
He went for her breasts again. He rubbed his stubbled cheeks and chin on them, the friction rough enough to add to her excitement, but not too rough. The coarse attention abraded, and her nipples stood at attention. They attracted his kisses. The nips that followed were just enough to offer stings, which translated to exquisite sensation. She yipped more from the zings shooting to her avid cunt than the twinges of hurt. His wet kisses soothed her nipples but sent greater thrills to her clit. He cupped the heavy mounds and played. Her head tossed and her cries filled the room.
She was so enraptured, it took several moments for her to regain her senses when he stopped. Ilid watched and waited for her eyes to clear to slide fingers along her dripping slit. She arched in response against Detodev, her mouth wide in a shout as ecstasy stampeded. A shock of abrupt pain halted the orgasm in its tracks. She gasped and stared at Ilid, who’d swatted her pussy. It tingled in the aftermath, finding unrepentant pleasure as hurt transformed to a soft, erotic bliss.
“Permission to come isn’t given yet,” the Dramok said.
She squalled like an angry cat. In truth, she was too aroused for real fury. She saw no way she wouldn’t climax at his next touch. He’d stacked the deck against her too well.
He wanted her to fail.
The realization came as he flung off his shirt and opened his pants. His cat-slit pupils had bloomed large, making his eyes dark, dangerous, and filled with intent. His cocks were thick battering rams eager to push her over the edge. He was determined to bring her to unstoppable ecstasy so she’d be bound to submit to punishment for disobeying.
Her obstinate nature rose. She was positive she’d lose this battle, but by the prophets, she’d been on the losing side in the past. If there was one thing Charity Nath could do, it was go down fighting.
Nonetheless, she almost gave in as he closed in on her and his primary brushed her eagerly flexing pussy. She stiffened as ardor clamored to be released, as he eased in her. His larger cock parted her folds, breaching her. She felt every delectable millimeter of his strength as he entered first her cunt, then teased his way into her ass.
She shook her head, her desperate cries ringing as he pushed in, filling her impossibly full, stretching her flesh and her sanity beyond their limits. Her pussy spasmed, heat and rapture saturating it. She fought the orgasm threatening to burst loose as Ilid unmercifully sank in her as deep as he was capable.
She was swollen from her earlier climax. The gel was doing its evil work to uncouple her fraying control as Ilid thrust and thrust and thrust. His rear cock found places as exciting as those in her womanhood, adding to the frenzy of delight and torment. Detodev groaned, the sound excited, as she dug her fingernails in his arms.
“Don’t do it,” Ilid growled. “Don’t you dare come yet.”
The order only made it harder to resist. The deepening spiral of surrender came closer to swamping her when he reached between them to tease her clit. Charity screamed her defiance, but orgasm clawed viciously, determined to break her.
He stroked her clit unmercifully. Every hungry thrust of his hips intensified the sensations filling her clamoring pussy and ass. A pulse of pleasure shot through her, a warning jolt of the coming cataclysm that wouldn’t be denied.
“No,” snarled Ilid even as a triumphant grin pulled the corners of his mouth.
Charity shrieked through gritted teeth, fighting with all she had to barricade against the orgasm breaching her restraint. Ilid moved faster, his cocks battering at the wall she’d attempted to erect, knocking it down brick by brick.
It crashed. Climax barreled through.
She was blinded and deafened by the power rushing through her, removing her from Mitag’s sleeping room, blasting her to a realm of heaving ecstasy which had no conscience. No guilt. Nothing but profound elation, which permeated her every pore until she exploded again. A nova swamped the sky with lights of all colors. She was destroyed and created anew, the mother of a galaxy of stars.
She slowly settled and found herself gasping at the last surges of pleasure. Ilid panted in her ear, leaning on her and Detodev as his passion throbbed. He soaked her in the warmth of his release.
If this is losing, I can learn to live with it. Charity huffed a snicker and kissed the cheek nestled close.
Ilid turned his head to regard her, a smile stretching his mouth so his teeth showed. “There’s my Miss Behavior.”
“No regrets.” Though as orgasm spent itself, she wondered if she’d feel the same way when she received her promised punishment. She had no idea if it would be the erotic type she’d suggested, or if Ilid would decide on real consequences. They were promised clanmates, but they had much to learn about each other. Still, she couldn’t fathom her acceptance of his proposal might be a mistake.
His humorous, overly dramatic expression of firm displeasure reassured her as he untied the rope holding her ankles. “There will be times I mean it. I enjoy controlling my lovers’ orgasms when the mood hits, but I pushed you unfairly by using the gel.”
“I’m sure you had a reason?”
His eyes twinkled before he took on an attitude of resolve. He turned it on the man supporting them. “Nobeks are the traditional disciplinarians of the clan. As I’m partial to the traditions of clanship, your penalty for disobeying me will be up to Detodev.”
Charity heard Detodev’s sharp intake of breath. Tension sang in his muscled frame. “My Dramok—”
“You have a duty.” Despite the steel of command, Ilid’s tone was soft. He stepped back, his gaze holding the other man’s. “I expect you to carry it out when required. Do so now.”
Detodev looked from him to Charity to Ilid again, as if he watched a tennis match. She focused her regard on the Nobek.
“I’m a naughty girl, and you need to put me in my place. If you don’t, I might decide to get up to greater shenanigans.” She whispered in his ear, “I trust you. Surely you can concoct some form of punishment that doesn’t include lunatic brutality.”
He chuffed a weak laugh. She could practically hear him applying the brakes on his panicked, racing thoughts. “Of course.”
She wasn’t quite certain how he performed his next move. Kalquorians were supernaturally fast, but she was still amazed when she went from merely facing Ilid to her breasts pressing Detodev’s chest. Darn her bad luck, the man was fully clothed.
He fumbled beneath her, his hand brushing her crotch as he worked his resealable fly. His hot, hard lengths were abruptly free. She squirmed in anticipation. This was definitely her kind of punishment.
He snorted. “Don’t think you’re getting away with disobeying your Dramok, Starry Eyes.”
“What’s the penalty?”