Chapter Twenty-three - 3
“You’ll see.”
He lifted and shifted her…really, did the man’s arms never get tired? He had lots of muscle, but she was no featherweight. Thoughts of Detodev’s strength fled her mind as he set the tips of his cocks at her entrances. He loosened his grip on her waist to allow her to sink a little onto him. Just an inch perhaps, then he stopped her.
Despite the recent orgasm, pleasure stabbed her deeper than his cocks had ventured. She moaned.
“Like it?” He eased his grip, and she engulfed more of him before he halted her descent yet again.
“Fuck,” she gasped. Her pussy clenched, eager for him.
“Too demanding. I’ll wait for when you stop being so pushy.”
He was true to his word, waiting for the spasm to end. Afterward, he allowed only another inch or two. The growing girth of his tapered lengths, the way his groin rubbed her mound…her pussy seized on him. She whimpered when he kept her from claiming all of him.
“Quick to come, quick to demand…you’d better learn some patience.” His expression had no mercy.
A dozen responses leapt to her lips, none of which would have helped her cause. They probably would have gotten her the opposite of the fucking she ached for.
Glaring at him, she kept her mouth firmly shut. Her burning gaze battled his impassive regard, the only fight she dared.
Their skirmish went on until at long last, he was deep in her. Deeper than was truly comfortable, thanks to her weight pressing her down on him. He began rocking his hips slightly, applying minute friction to where pleasure lived. He lifted her breast and dipped to capture it in his mouth, scraping his teeth along her nipple. Not-quite pain seared and enhanced the excitement bubbling in her. Shocked cries flew from Charity as climax reached for her. She arched, her mouth gaping wide.
Detodev stopped.
“Please, please, don’t quit,” she begged. Her body clamored for him to keep going.
His pelvis ground a slow circle in response. She groaned.
“Ask our Dramok for his pardon.”
Her mouth snapped shut. She stared at Detodev. “Huh?”
“Ask him to pardon you for disobeying him.”
“Seriously?” For coming when he’d driven her to it? Of all the obnoxious demands she’d ever heard…
Detodev popped her fanny. A smack for each cheek. Her buttocks blazed fire, which somehow added to her excitement. She kicked and squealed equal parts arousal and fury.
He commandeered her other breast, his teeth closing on the stiffened tip painfully. Hurt translated to elation. Her pussy and ass clenched on their invaders.
“Apologize,” came the unreasonable demand.
“You…you…damn you!” she shouted. “He made me come on purpose!”
Two more smacks. Additional grinding to stand her hair on end. She was taut from passion. Orgasm was so close she could taste it. The Nobek held her prisoner and kept her from claiming what she wanted. What she needed.
Then she was on her back, her wrists clamped over her head in a giant hand. The other held her ankle high, next to Detodev’s ear. His hips swung slowly, leisurely, taking her in increments, his groin performing its grinding circle when their loins met. He fucked her, but his motions were so gradual she had no hope of succumbing to climax.
She yelled. Seconds later, she pleaded, straining to escape his implacable control. Her insides coiled tight. She actually hurt. She couldn’t believe she wasn’t coming. She was right there .
Perhaps a minute went by. It felt like an eternity, and her stubborn streak collapsed. “I’m sorry, Ilid!” she squalled in desperation. “I apologize! I’ll behave, I promise, so tell this oversized gardener to…to…”
Her words and sense broke apart because Detodev plunged fast and hard. He pounded her, sending exquisite shocks through her as he collided with her engorged clit. “You may come,” he grunted.
Rapture walloped her, sending a scream pouring from her throat. He continued thrusting until she seized anew and her vision blanked white.
She was vaguely aware of him pulling out, of the sensation of rotating in midair. Her cheek found the soft bed covering, as did the rest of her. Her hips were hauled upward. A thick length pressed in her from behind.
His primary, slick from their combined excitement, slid in her ass. His secondary rubbed her clit. He thudded against her, the rhythm primal and constant. Her helplessness to deny him fed another burst of exquisite surrender. She shrieked into the bed covers as climax consumed her.
Detodev ground deep. He groaned, his cocks jolting as he filled her ass with copious heat.
“Well done, my Nobek.” Ilid sounded proud.
“My pleasure,” Detodev panted. At least he sounded properly winded, Charity thought. She took the smidgen of success she could claim after being made to apologize.
“I knew you’d do fine. It’s just a matter of becoming comfortable in your own skin.”
“For you too.”
A pause. “I’m looking forward to us accomplishing our goals together.”
Charity’s pique faded. She glowed to hear them taking steps toward a better future…a future as clanmates. A future she’d be able to contribute to as their Matara.
After taking some time to recover, during which Detodev gently stroked her trembling frame, the Nobek slipped free and crashed at the foot of the bed. Charity felt like overcooked spaghetti, her limbs loose and strengthless.
Warmth caressed her sex and ass. She whimpered. She had no power to check to see who was doing what to her. After a couple of seconds, she realized someone used a damp cloth to gently wash her. Fingers parted her folds between the tender strokes. Her butt cheeks as well. As if he inspected her.
She found the strength to raise her head and look over her shoulder. Mitag glanced at her questioning expression and smiled. “You three went at it pretty hard. I want to make sure you weren’t bruised. It all looks good. How do you feel? Any pain?”
“I’m okay.”
He knelt next to her. She had no trouble seeing how his erections strained the crotch of his pants. He was aroused, fiercely so. He could have simply begun the seduction, knowing she’d tell him if it were necessary to stop, but he hadn’t. He’d put her needs first. He’d put her first, above all other considerations.
Charity fought a sudden onslaught of tears, but a tiny sob escaped. Mitag’s eyes widened. He lifted her and pulled her close. The next instant, Ilid and Detodev were there too. The men surrounded her, enclosing her in a wall of bodies.
They’d sworn they wouldn’t leave her. Ever. The realization crashed against her, through her, and she was swept on its tide. Another sob broke free. A storm of loud crying followed, shaking her from head to toe.
“Sweet girl. We aren’t going anywhere,” Mitag whispered in her hair. He rocked her, and Ilid and Detodev swayed along as they stroked her and murmured gentle words. She wasn’t certain how they knew the issue setting her off, but they reassured her.
“You have us,” Ilid said. “We’re here for you.”
“Always,” Detodev added.
She wept until she had no tears left. She huddled in the middle, feeling their warmth seep into her hollowed self, their love filling her to the brim. “We were having an amazing time, and I ruined it by bawling. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Mitag said. “You were past due.”
“You haven’t ruined a thing,” Ilid insisted.
“Loneliness is painful.” Detodev’s tone reflected he knew the feeling all too well. “Even in the case of heroic family rushing off to save the universe, you have the right to be hurt.”
“It’s pretty selfish of me.”
“Maybe they’re doing the heroic thing, but you deserve those you love near nonetheless,” Ilid asserted. “We’ll stick close. We’re going nowhere.”
She looked at them, one by one. Darling, caring Mitag whose eagerness for a family guaranteed he wouldn’t leave her behind. His sleek frame was beauty personified, his face’s fine but firm lines and plump lips a feast for her gaze. His purple eyes riveted on her, as if she were his entire world.
Her gorgeous brute Detodev was next. Sheer masculinity, he’d bound his power to his future clan’s care. His steady soul wouldn’t experience conflict when it came to protecting her and the rest. At the moment, his strong and striking features were calm, ready to be cast in any emotion the situation called for…including the once-rare smile he wouldn’t hesitate to light up for her.
And Ilid. She saw no sign of indecision from the Dramok who’d proven himself to them. In him, she saw the stability she could lean on for the entirety of their lives, the assuredness she’d never have to look far to find him. Mitag might be the hearth of their home and Detodev the walls that would keep trouble at bay…but Ilid was their firm foundation.
She was hollowed from her crying jag, but she realized there’d been an old weight still present since her decision to remain on Haven and become part of Clan Ilid. As she fully woke to what she’d won, the weight made itself known by dissolving. It disappeared, leaving her light as air.
She shook her head and laughed in wonder. “I had no idea I was looking for a clan. Or a place to call home. We four must be the most unlikely people to fall in love…and Haven the most unlikely location to be paradise. Yet here we are, exactly in the right place at the right time.”
“Here we are,” Mitag echoed, glancing at them all. “Where we should be.”
“Home.” Ilid drew a deep breath and grinned broadly. “Home and clan.”
“And love.” Detodev’s voice was cautious, as if he feared naming it would risk losing it.
“Love,” Charity announced firmly. “Don’t doubt it, especially from me. But tell me trusting this is for keeps will get easier.”
“It’ll all get easier, I think.” Ilid looked at Detodev, who nodded and allowed a slight smile of hope. “We just need practice.”
They moved close. Ilid kissed Charity’s brow. The three hugged tight, each finding shelter. Charity believed they fit together as only once-broken people could, having at last discovered compatible broken pieces.
Mitag’s lips found Charity’s during the clan snuggle. Their kiss started sweet and soft, the healing sort of embrace they’d waited for. The Imdiko was still aroused, however. It was no surprise when his kiss deepened, when it grew hungry and demanding. He broke off with effort.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, though shamefaced. “My libido took the sharing a bit further than it should have.”
“It took you exactly where you should go.” Charity slung her arms around his shoulders and gazed in his eyes. “I love you.”
His breath caught. Adoration and dark lust moved in concert in his gentle features. “I love you, my Matara.” He glanced at the rest. “All of you…you’re my world now. My sweetest dream made real.”
Ilid and Detodev murmured their own vows of forever, stroking Charity’s hair as they did so. Mitag’s face glowed as he contemplated them. His regard returned to Charity, who waited.
“Show me,” she breathed.
His fingers tangled in her dark hair to hold her captive for his kiss. The gentle Imdiko was left behind as lust had its say. His strength and demand told Charity better than words how much this moment meant to him.
He nipped her lower lip, then he licked the sting from it. His tongue dove in to taste, his hunger and love sweeping through her like a firestorm. She clung to him, wishing to meld their bodies into one.
Their mouths broke apart. They gasped and stared at each other. “Always?” Mitag asked, the last plaintive thread of desperate longing loosening its hold.
“Always?” Charity repeated, her heart reaching for the promise it was for keeps.
“Always,” they breathed at once.
Mitag yanked her close and cupped a breast. His thumb rubbed the nipple, bringing it to tingling life. “I have to hear you beg me for orgasm. Again and again.”
Her heart pounded. It was far from an impossible request when his expression shouted pure desire. She didn’t try to stop the moan of eagerness that rose from deep inside.
“Start by wrapping those lovely lips around my cock. Taste how much I crave you,” he growled.
Charity’s pussy clenched. She definitely had a thing for being dominated. Fortunately, she had the perfect men to explore the urge. They’d demonstrated they had no issue putting her in her place. As stubborn and rebellious as she tended to be, it would take all three to do so.
She grinned. “As you wish, my Imdiko.”
My Imdiko. How long had Mitag dreamed of hearing someone speak those words to him? Now he had the full group eager to do so: a Dramok, a Nobek, and his Matara.
Seeing how the situation was developing, Ilid and Detodev had drawn back, giving him his turn with the woman they all loved. Mitag’s vision was filled by Charity’s beautiful features, framed by the brunette waves that suited her coloring so much better than the honeyed blond hair had. Her hazel eyes riveted on him, and he detected the fierce light of love there. Love for him, blazing bright and unrelenting.
He’d won it all.
He cupped her cheeks and held her for his kiss. This embrace had neither wondering sweetness nor lustful demand. He kissed her as his lifemate, the woman he’d sworn his heart and soul to. It was a firm kiss of both possession and surrendering himself to her. Of belonging together no matter what.
He kissed her until she swayed against him. Her mouth softened in yearning submission. He released her lips but continued to cradle her face. She gazed at him, her eyes glazed. Perfect.
He slid to the edge of the sleeping mat and stepped to the floor, carefully tugging her along so she knelt on the edge. He straightened and coaxed her toward his wet, engorged cocks.
Smiling dreamily, she crouched on her elbows to put herself in position to accept his unspoken instruction. Her lips parted for him. He held his larger member to his abdomen. He slid his secondary into warmth.
Elation shot from his cock straight up his spine. It lit fireworks in his skull. Mitag’s head rocked back as her tongue rubbed the underside, where the large vein pulsed a quickening beat. He looked down to revel in the stunning view of his beauty taking him deeper, her concentration on his firm flesh. She sucked and swallowed his lubricating juices, making him a part of herself.
For a few moments, the delight of having someone drawing eagerly on his cock blanked Mitag’s mind of the usual impulse to tend rather than being tended to. He reveled in having a willing lover put him first and foremost.
She wasn’t alone when it came to looking after him. When his Imdiko predisposition awoke and he started to pull away, forgetting the delight Charity had shown in being dominated, his promised Dramok was there to remind him.
“Let go, my Imdiko,” Ilid called. His voice was soft, but the unspoken command shivered through Mitag. “Let her serve you. She wants strong men who insist she offers all they wish.”
He might have given in even without the Dramok’s order. Charity’s warm, wet mouth pulled on his clamoring secondary. Her tongue applied mind-blowing friction. Her hand tugged his primary’s heat-filled eagerness. His cocks jerked in response. Mitag lost the ability to sort the separate feelings. They coalesced, making him a being of a single, brutal yearning. The sole rational thought occurring to him was the mantra my Matara, my clan, my Matara…
Ilid spoke to Charity, dictating the encounter. “Switch, my Matara.”
She sucked as her mouth released Mitag’s smaller cock and came off him with an audible pop . Her glistening lips approached his larger length as she gazed up at him in submission. Her mouth surrounded Mitag in balmy sweetness. He shuddered and cried out as ecstasy surged.
“Same deal as for her,” Ilid said. “Don’t come until I tell you to, my Imdiko.”
Mitag tried to respond, but only a guttural stream of nonsense syllables escaped in what might have been agreement or a complaint. He wasn’t sure which it was, but he had to obey his promised clan leader. He didn’t possess Charity’s rebellious streak. His entire being centered on succumbing to his leader’s wishes, though his groin ached for release.
“Give her pussy more gel, my Nobek. I want her ready for him,” Ilid said.
Mitag was vaguely aware of Detodev moving behind Charity. Her moans vibrated the Imdiko’s cock, bringing climax close. He fended it off with grim concentration, but her mouth gobbling his primary was fraying his control. Profound pleasure was edging into hurt from holding off.
“My Dramok,” he whimpered in desperation.
Ilid didn’t answer. Instead, he growled, “Detodev, help her get in position so her Imdiko can fuck her. Hold her down for him.”
In an instant, Charity’s gorgeous mouth was gone. Detodev arranged her on the mat before Mitag.
The Imdiko’s breath left him. Charity lay like a sacrifice, her legs on either side of his. Detodev pinned her arms wide, leaving her utterly open and vulnerable. She stared up at Mitag, squirming helplessly under his feverish gaze. Her pussy trembled. Her swollen clit had emerged from its hood, blatant and red in its eagerness.
“Fuck your promised Matara’s pussy with both cocks until I allow you two to come,” Ilid commanded.
Even if he’d wanted to, Mitag couldn’t have resisted the order. He grasped his twitching cocks and guided them to tender, vulnerable flesh.
Charity jerked at the contact as Mitag’s tapered tips settled on her avid sex. Prophets, he looked huge, impossible. She was tempted to try to bargain with Ilid…she knew arguing was no use…but the set expression he wore told her there was no mercy from that quarter.
Besides, the sensitizing gel was driving her crazy. She’d let Mitag split her in half if it would fulfill the desire ravening her.
He eased in, though his strained countenance told her he’d have preferred to plunge deep and lay her to waste. He was halfway engulfed in her clenching sex when he lost some measure of control. Mitag abruptly shoved, driving in to the hilt. Charity shrieked as ecstasy zoomed at her, frantic to be experienced. A thunderclap of sensation struck. The Imdiko shouted too, falling forward and barely catching himself as his hands splayed on the bed on either side of her head.
“Don’t do it,” Ilid snarled.
They shuddered and moaned, tears dripping as they fought the battle between will and carnal yearning. Detodev crept forward to kneel over them, his cocks livid from excitement despite his recent orgasm. Ilid did the same on the other side, leering at them all. They were his to control, to reward or punish, depending on his whims.
Somehow, the need to satisfy his hunger to lead helped Charity leash the defiant compulsion to climax. She hung on by a thread, but she was hanging on. She gazed at Mitag, his long hair draping to frame his tense features. She willed him to hold off too.
“Fuck her,” Ilid said.
Mitag’s hips shifted, drawing his flesh outward, putting friction where it tormented her most. He pulled almost all the way out. Gasping, he surged deep, driving hard.
The thuds of pelvis to pelvis were fast at the start. They quickened as the seconds passed. Charity perceived herself to being animalistically restrained and rutted by primitive men who served only their lusts. The bestial crudeness of Ilid’s and Detodev’s supremacy, which she and Mitag were forced to serve, brought rampant craving surging. She gloried in being held down and fucked hard. From the way Mitag’s cocks jerked inside her and how he ground his teeth as he fought climax, he thrilled to it too.
Both wailed in tandem, unintelligible pleas to their masters as the need to orgasm clawed for escape. Charity was certain she was seconds from disobeying yet again. This time, she didn’t wish to. Ilid was her Dramok in all but name. They were equals elsewhere, but in passion, she ached for his rule.
A veined pair of massive shafts appeared before her. Detodev eagerly stroked his primary inches over Charity’s face.
“Yes, my Nobek.” Ilid sounded exultant as he did the same.
Detodev uttered a grunt. Milky passion spurted to shoot in her gaping, shouting mouth. His spicy-salty-sweet juices lit on her tongue, a potent elixir. The Nobek’s hips shifted, and cum sprayed Charity’s breasts too.
A sob broke from her throat as excitement sent a mighty surge through her. She was losing it, she was going to come, she couldn’t stop it…
“Come, my Imdiko and Matara!”
Mitag arched as his cocks jolted within Charity. Ilid bellowed, the cry of the victor ringing loud, his cum hot as it joined Detodev’s on her skin and lips. It was the last thing Charity knew before orgasm tore through her.
The universe was a heaving, euphoric madness. She’d never known such rapture and agony at once. It was too much, overloading her until she became one with the twisting, churning cacophony. She dove deep, succumbing and drowning willingly.
She washed up on the shore of reality on diminishing waves of sensual pleasure. Scattered around her were the men she loved, chorusing soft groans of completion.
Slowly, they recovered. Bodies slid closer together, snuggling in each other’s warmth. As strength returned…at least to Ilid and Detodev…Charity and Mitag were lifted and borne to the shower.
The balmy heat of the water and tender caring of their tormentors brought recovery. Whispers rose amid the steam of the shower. Then soft mutters. Chuckles and giggles began to punctuate the patters of drops on the floor. Moans as gentler love began. As their lives forever together began. It had started reluctantly at first, but it was now eagerly welcomed.
Paradise had been realized.