Chapter Twenty-three - 3
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. Feeling 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 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,” 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 family rushing off to save the universe, you have a right to be hurt.”
“It’s pretty selfish.”
“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 Detodev’s brow, then Mitag’s, and finally Charity’s. They 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. My fantasy made real.”
Ilid and Detodev murmured their own vows of forever, stroking his long, wavy hair. 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. If he’d had three mouths, he’d have kissed all his promised clanmates in a ruthless gesture of homecoming.
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 exulted 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, Ilid and Detodev were there to remind him.
“Let go,” Ilid whispered in his ear as he grasped Mitag’s primary and pumped it slowly, excitingly. “Let her serve you. She wants strong men who insist she offers all they wish.”
Detodev said nothing. He let his tongue argue for him as it licked Mitag’s nipple. His fingers teased his ass. Ilid’s kiss sealed his undoing. The Dramok’s tongue stroked his, and Mitag’s need to minister to his lovers dissolved in a wash of arousal.
Lips drank from his, swallowing his muffled cries. Charity’s warm, wet mouth pulled on his clamoring secondary. A strong hand tugged his heat-filled eagerness. A raspy tongue applied mind-blowing friction to his nipples in turn. Two thick fingers eased him open for exploration, then rubbed where he was most sensitive. 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 clan, my clan, my clan…
Ilid relinquished the kiss. Through blurred vision, Mitag saw him glance where Charity hungrily devoured. “Switch, my Matara.”
She released Mitag’s secondary. She sucked as she went and came off him with an audible pop . Ilid guided the Imdiko’s primary to her glistening lips as she gazed up at them in submission. Her mouth replaced Ilid’s hand, surrounding Mitag’s larger cock in sweetness.
“I’ll take over here,” Ilid muttered and shifted from his side. Only when Detodev’s fingers retreated, leaving Mitag empty, did he understand what was to happen. He groaned a welcome when his Dramok’s thicker invasion filled him.
Ilid wasted no time. His steady thrusts were immediate, rubbing Mitag’s cumspot hard. The Imdiko shuddered and cried out as ecstasy surged.
“Same deal as for her,” Ilid hissed in his ear. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Mitag tried to respond, but a guttural stream of syllables escaped before Detodev plastered his mouth on his for a hungry kiss, drowning 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 strong rebellious streak. His entire being centered on succumbing to Ilid’s wishes, though his groin ached for release.
“Give her pussy more gel, my Nobek. I want her ready for him,” Ilid said.
Detodev departed. Mitag was vaguely aware of him moving behind Charity. Her moans vibrated the Imdiko’s cock, bringing climax close. He fended it off with grim concentration, but Ilid’s continued pounding of his hotspot and 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, but he did stop fucking. He was embedded deep in Mitag, who shivered violently. He was so close.
“Detodev, help her get in position so her Imdiko can fuck her. Hold her down for him,” Ilid said.
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. 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 growled.
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 ease 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 Ilid decided to take control. The Dramok shoved, driving Mitag in to the hilt. Charity shrieked as ecstasy zoomed at her, frantic to be experienced as a thunderclap of sensation struck. Mitag 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.
Charity and Mitag 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 leered at them all, 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 hung on. She gazed at Mitag, his long hair draping to frame his tense features. She willed him to hold off too.
“Let’s fuck,” 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 small part of Charity’s mind still capable of thinking intuited it was Ilid who moved him. Ilid was fucking Mitag, and in doing so, making the Imdiko fuck her.
The thuds of pelvis to ass and 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 rutted 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 captors 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.
She was so caught up in holding off climax, she failed to realize Detodev had let go of her wrists until his fist curled in Mitag’s hair and tugged the other man’s face up. The Nobek eagerly stroked his own primary a bare inch from Mitag and over Charity.
“Yes, my Nobek.” Ilid sounded exultant.
Detodev uttered a grunt. Milky passion spurted to cover Mitag’s face, to shoot in his gaping mouth. The Nobek’s hips shifted, and cum sprayed Charity’s face and breasts too. His spicy-salty-sweet juices lit on her tongue, a potent elixir.
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, cum dripping from his chin, arched as his cocks jolted within Charity. Ilid bellowed, the cry of the victor ringing loud. 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 was now eagerly welcomed.
Paradise had been realized.