“That’s it,” Rolat murmured.
He gave her all he had, his primary cock bumping something in Cissy’s pussy that sent shivery shards of exultation through her core. Sheathed deep within, Rolat continued to stare into her eyes. Cissy was aware of the heavy body on hers. The Kalquorian’s large torso covered her. The lower part of his chest mashed her malleable breasts nearly flat. The movement of his diaphragm as he breathed pushed rhythmically against her belly. His hips pressed hers into the soft sleep mat. She couldn’t move.
Trapped beneath the delicious prison of the Nobek’s body, Cissy’s nerve endings exploded as he rubbed his groin in circles against hers. The motion ground her clit against the hard muscle of his flesh. Her body tried to involuntarily arch against him, but there was no room to move. Her heels thudded against the bed as fireworks erupted in her belly.
Rolat arched his back, sliding his cocks out without lifting his weight. He shoved back in, hitting her cervix once more. His hips circled again, making Cissy take insane friction. She squirmed, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. She couldn’t budge.
“You see?” Rolat purred in her ear, the rumbling voice vibrating her very being. “A nice, steady fuck without the pounding force you prefer. Yet here you are, moaning and crying out, writhing beneath me because the ecstasy is so great. Are you learning your lesson, girl? Shall I continue with your instruction?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. His cocks slipped out once more, their thickness rubbing everything inside hard to curl her toes. Even if she had found her voice, Cissy wasn’t sure she could have provided one. The ecstasy was exquisite in its torment. She didn’t know that she could stand carrying on with it.
It wasn’t as if she had a choice. Rolat showed her how relentless he was in making her suffer gloriously. His thrusts were steady and strong without being violent. He continued to massage her clit with his groin with every in stroke. All the while, he kept her restrained beneath him while his gaze bored into hers, leaving her vulnerable in every way possible.
Her moans grew into sobs. Cissy’s body went into full riot. It fought the continuous rapture that tortured rather than delighted. Rolat’s pace made every sense excruciatingly alive, yet release kept its distance. Cissy couldn’t climax. She couldn’t move in order to bring on orgasm. All she could do was lie confined while the Nobek fucked her.
“Please,” she choked. She was desperate for him to relieve the pressure that made her guts ache.
“No,” Rolat answered. His tempo never varied.
Damn it, didn’t he need climax as badly as she? Cissy tried again.
“Please.”
“No.”
Tears spilled from her eyes. This was torment. Beautiful torment, yes, but still an agony that Cissy thought might drive her insane. She wanted to come.
“Please? It’s too much, Rolat. It’s too intense.”
“Then suffer for me.” His slight smile held no mercy.
For the first time, Cissy struggled for real. She tried to yank her arms free of his grip. His only reaction was to arch a brow at her. He kept fucking as if nothing was happening.
She tried to buck him off. Despite her greatest efforts, she didn’t budge the Nobek one bit. Cissy tried squirming, hoping to slither out from under him. She remained trapped, not making any headway at all. Rolat’s expression didn’t waver this time, but she got the sense of him being amused.
And still his cocks moved in and out. His groin continued to abrade her clit.
Cissy wailed. She shook her head from side to side. She begged him in a piteous voice, “Please, please, please,” until the words vanished into sobs.
“No.” He kept fucking her.
At last, Cissy surrendered to the knowledge that the Nobek might never stop. He could hold her prisoner on her own bed all night, making her body accept his at that never varying pace. She had no power to work her will. No chance of coercing him to give her completion. Nothing she could do or say would make the agony end.
That moment of helplessness was what something in her psyche had been waiting for. Knowing she was Rolat’s with no hope for realizing selfish desires caused a surge of pure carnal elation.
The climax was on Cissy before she knew what was happening. All at once her pussy seized, a spike of searing bliss driving deep within. She shot high up on its peak, hurtling towards a blazing light as bright as a sun.
She felt the weight of the man on top of her shudder. A thunderous groan reverberated in her ears. The flesh within hers jerked. She crested again, a fresh spasm barreling through her at the knowledge of her captor’s release.
They lay still for several minutes after that, catching their breath. Rolat boosted himself up and smiled down at her.
“Now you have a small idea of what a good mind fuck feels like coupled with a physical fuck. I do hope we can soon explore more of how that pretty head of yours works.”
“You – you – what the hell?” Cissy managed, looking at the Nobek with mingled awe and fear. Had he known all along that she would get off on accepting her helplessness against him? How?
He laughed and got up. Wal came forward to revive her with water and another stim tab. The Imdiko grinned.
“Rolat is a little too smart for comfort when it comes to playing with people’s heads. I’ve never met anyone so intuitive when it comes to figuring out weaknesses.”
“If he wasn’t a Nobek, he’d have been a wonderful psychologist,” Diltan said. He still leaned up against the wall.
Cissy paused in slurping water. “Nobeks can’t be therapists?” she asked.
Rolat stretched his wondrous body, looking as content as a cat with cream. “We don’t have enough patience, as a rule. If I had to listen to some man cry about his life, I’d end up shaking or punching him for behaving like a child. It wouldn’t matter how reasonable his trauma was either. If it’s not the pain of a clanmate or close family member, I’ll lose my tolerance for such.”
“But not women?”
The Nobek considered a moment and then shook his head. “A woman experiencing hurt would be even worse. My overriding instinct is to make the person or people responsible for her suffering pay. I don’t think that would go far in solving her issues.”
Wal’s grin stretched across his face. “Nobeks are heavy-handed when it comes to remedying emotional storms.” He glanced at Rolat, as if to communicate something private.
The other man laughed. “You’d know better than many, my Imdiko.”
Diltan stepped forward. Judging from the heated look he gave Cissy, he had little interest in the conversation.
“Are you recovered from playing with my exacting clanmate?” he asked her.
Cissy handed her empty water pouch to Wal. The Imdiko got up and left her alone on the bed.
She told Diltan, “I don’t know that I’ll ever recover fully from that, but I’m as good as I’m going to get. Bring your irritating but gorgeous ass on over.”
Diltan grinned. The man was too devastatingly handsome when he did that. It was wrong for any man to look that good. Cissy wished she could continue to despise him for it, but she’d called a truce. Plus she didn’t have it in her heart ... or other significant body parts ... to resume their disputes.
He came closer, stopping just out of reach. His hand went to the collar of his loose-fitting shirt, and he pulled.
The resealable seam down the front purred open. Diltan shrugged the shirt off, letting it first expose his chest and abdomen. Cissy’s mouth went dry.
It’s so unfair. Even Jessica’s Nobek Bevau is barely better made than this obnoxious fiend. Why does Diltan have to be so damned perfect?
Cissy’s gaze roamed over the planes of the Dramok’s chest, over the sculpted beauty of his abdomen. As he peeled his shirt off his arms, she had to contend with the beauty of those limbs too. He looked like an alien god, some holy being made to sit upon a golden throne amid golden-tinged clouds. It was downright ridiculous how good he looked.
Bastard, her head muttered. She didn’t want to desire him so much. However, her body was very glad to see what it was about to enjoy.
Unable to keep looking for fear of her tongue falling out of her mouth and giving Diltan the pleasure of knowing his full effect on her, Cissy dragged her gaze to Wal. The Imdiko sat cross-legged on the floor nearby.
“You tried to reject him for another Dramok, huh?” she asked.
Wal laughed. “Young and stupid, remember?”
Diltan’s voice cut through the air. “I want your attention on me now, Cecilia.”
Cissy’s head snapped around at the commanding voice before she could think. Her mouth dropped open.
The Dramok had taken his shorts off in the brief moment she’d given her focus to Wal. The flawless structure of his upper body continued all the way down. The lines of his legs were clearly defined, muscular and graceful all at once. Even the man’s cocks appeared like works of art to Cissy. The tapered lengths were without fault, smooth and glistening and ready for her.
Diltan strode to the bed with purpose. He held out his hand. “Give me your wrists.”
Cissy didn’t know whether to be disgusted or amused at how she responded instantly yet again. Her arms shot out to obey Diltan, letting him cradle them in that hand. How did he command her obedience so easily?
As he untied her wrists, the Dramok smiled down at her. “Holding you down has been fun. However, I want to test your ability to let yourself go just because I wish it of you. I want you to put your entire self, mind and body, under my authority.”
Cissy arched a brow at him. “What, you demand and I obey?”
“Exactly.”
She scowled and rubbed her freed wrists. “You don’t ask for much, do you?”
“Only everything.” Diltan smirked. “Nothing excites me more than having someone surrender to me sexually. Not because they have to, but because I want them to. If you can’t handle it, say so. I’ll get dressed and say goodnight.”
The obstinate part of Cissy wanted to do just that – tell Diltan to put his clothes on and get out. That easy way he had of assuming dominance nipped hard at her pride. Yet stinging her pride just as much was the phrase
if you can’t handle it
.
The arrogant son of a bitch is playing me. Who am I kidding, though? I’ll regret not fucking that amazing body. I think he knows it, too.
Then she thought,
maybe I can get some of it back by playing his game. Dramok Diltan must have never heard the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’.
Cissy had to fight to keep the grin off her face. She didn’t want Diltan to have any idea what he was in store for if she got the chance.
“All right, Dramok,” she purred. “Order away.”
For an instant, Diltan’s eyes narrowed. The man might have had the ability to push Cissy’s buttons like no other she’d ever met, but he was no fool. Cissy gave him what he expected: a challenging look that said
do your worst
.
He stepped away from the bed. “On your knees before me.”
Cissy did as she was told with no hesitation. She was eager for what she hoped Diltan would tell her to do next. It would put her in more control than him, and he would be the one left shaking and weak.
She knelt before him, gazing up with what she hoped was an expression of surrender. What happened next shocked her to her core.
Diltan stood over her, tall and beautiful and strong. The resolve in his face was softened by a hint of gratitude. He might have been used to being in command of his clan, but Cissy had the impression it was something the Dramok did not take for granted. He was in control because Rolat and Wal ... and for the moment, Cissy herself ... allowed it.
Only a truly strong man would merit something of that nature from people like his clanmates,
Cissy realized.
A man they trust not to abuse such power. I see it as a game, but Diltan has earned his place with them.
Does he want to earn that same respect from me?
All at once it was no longer about winning against Diltan and getting laid in the meantime. Cissy had the urge to give him pleasure, to make him feel good. Not because he would accept it as his due, but because he would appreciate it. Her surrender would mean something profound to him.
Perhaps the realization showed in her eyes. At any rate, the usual haughty expression Diltan wore around Cissy was nowhere in evidence as he gave her a warm smile. “All right, my lovely. I hope your tongue is not as sharp as the words you sometimes use. I wish to feel it as well as your lips on me.”
Looking up at that beautiful face hovering over her, Cissy could only manage, “Yes.”
“You may take me in your mouth then.”
Cissy started to reach for him, but that gentle consideration in his eyes made her pause. Uncertainly, she asked, “May I also use my hands, Dramok Diltan?”
Diltan’s eyes widened just a little before he nodded. “Yes, you may.”
Knowing she had just surprised him, maybe as much as he’d surprised her, gave Cissy reassurance.
We’re both on shaky footing right now
, she thought.
We’re learning things that neither of us expected of each other.
Cissy gripped a cock in each hand. As she closed her mouth over the tip of the smaller one, she rubbed the thick, rigid sexes from their bases, all the way up on the primary and to her lips on the other. Diltan sighed with pleasure.
Cissy stroked up and down while continuing to kiss and mouth the bottom-most cock. She took her time. Damn if she didn’t want to serve this man to the best of her abilities, prolonging his pleasure. Somehow the idea of putting his needs ahead of her own excited Cissy. Her pussy, already well served by the other two men, oozed honey to streak down her inner thighs.
Diltan’s cocks had lubricated with the sharp, spicy fluid that exuded from his pores. It sizzled on her tongue before resolving into sweetness. She twirled her tongue all over the flesh, seeking more.
She sucked so hard that her cheeks dimpled.
Diltan groaned. “Very nice,” he mumbled. “Very, very nice.”
Cissy rolled her eyes up to look at him. He watched her with heavily-lidded eyes, his lips wet and parted. His hands were on his hips, making him look very much the master over her, granted by divine right to have his cocks sucked by his slave. He looked pleased as well as aroused.