A ticklish heat spiked high in Cissy’s belly at that look.
I put that expression there
, she thought.
I make him feel good. I’m on my knees, I’m serving him, but he can’t feel powerful without me.
The thought and the resulting pleasure it gave her made her work even harder to excite Diltan. Cissy poured all her effort into his gratification. She wanted to be the reason he was fulfilled as a man. She didn’t quite understand why she had the need to do so, except that it also fulfilled her.
He can’t be strong without me. He finds his power in me.
It was an amazing realization.
Cissy took Diltan’s secondary cock as deep as she could, to the verge of gagging. Both pricks jerked at her action, and Diltan gasped. Thrilled at her success, Cissy bobbed her head back and forth, trying to take more and more in each time. She’d succeeded in taking most of the smaller prick when Diltan put a hand on her head.
In a thick voice unlike his usual smooth tones, he said, “Now the other one, my lovely girl. Suck the bigger cock. That’s my good girl.”
Cissy drew back from the prick she’d been trying to swallow. She was gratified to see the iridescent drop of pleasure waiting for her on the end of the larger one. Without one bit of sarcasm she said, “Thank you, Dramok,” before accepting the offering with a careful flick of her tongue.
Diltan’s moan was music to her ears, almost as wondrous as the sweet-spicy-salty flavor that filled her mouth. He was happy with her service.
Cissy tongued the length of his main cock, drawing his precious juices into her mouth and down her throat with passion. Diltan’s hand, still on top of her head, closed in a fist. The pull on her hair was slight, but exciting. She had put him in control, and he accepted that responsibility.
Cissy again worked to claim as much of his flesh as she could. She only got half his cock in her mouth before she felt as if she might choke.
I must take more. I must show him how I am his, all of me. I must prove myself worthy of him.
Part of her knew it was supposed to be a fantasy, nothing more than a part in a play. Yet the need felt real to Cissy. She was driven to pleasure him.
She set to work. She fought to relax her throat, to accept more and more of the Dramok’s length, to delight him as he’d never been delighted before. As Cissy crept steadily up towards the wide base of that choking cock, Diltan’s strained whispers encouraged her.
“Yes, my beauty. Do it. Swallow me. Oh, it feels so good. That warm, soft tongue on me. Sweet, wet mouth surrounding me. Those lips tight around my cock. Carefully, now. Yes. Yes. Yes, Cecilia. Yes.”
At last she had almost all of him. Apparently it was all Diltan could take, because he shifted his hips, sliding his cock out of her mouth. Cissy whimpered at the loss, though she’d no longer been able to draw breath.
“That’s enough, Cecilia,” Diltan said with a firm tone. “You will hold still for me while I fuck your mouth.”
The fist in her hair tightened, and Cissy quieted her soft protests. It was not her place to argue, but to obey. Obedience made her master happiest of all.
Diltan’s hips swung back and forth, pumping his cock between her lips. He didn’t go as deep as she’d fought to take him moments ago, leaving her plenty of room to breathe. Cissy concentrated on rubbing her tongue hard on the underside of the prick that drove against it.
“That’s right,” Diltan breathed as he plunged in and out. “My mouth to fuck. My pussy to fuck. My ass to fuck. My Cecilia. Mine in every way I wish to have you.”
* * * *
His, his, his. Diltan felt it with every mote of his being as he watched his throbbing cock move back and forth in Cissy’s accepting mouth. By the ancestors, he couldn’t stop claiming her in his head.
He’d expected her to fight him tooth and nail for control. They’d been at cross purposes since the moment they’d met. Yet she knelt before him in an attitude of perfect surrender. She’d fought to take him fully in that gorgeous mouth he plumbed now. She was giving him the most precious thing he could ever ask for: herself.
That Cissy had chosen to do so made Diltan’s knees wobble. She knelt as if it was her duty to let him fuck her warm, welcoming mouth. By the ancestors, did she have any idea how gorgeous she was like that?
Yet there was still that indomitable spirit in her eyes, that spark that said Cissy was yet very much her own woman. She had not lost her will at all; rather she had turned it so that it matched his as well. She met Diltan’s needs because they suited hers.
I see you, you little rascal. I see you in there and I know you could turn on me if I show one moment’s weakness. Only a strong, sure man can hold one such as you, even for just one night. Am I up to that task?
He was determined to find out.
Diltan enjoyed using Cissy’s mouth for a few more strokes before taking a step back. She made a mewling sound of want as he slid from between her lips. Hearing her desire made his hips jerk involuntarily. Molten heat slid up his secondary cock, eager to spill into the larger one. Diltan drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
I will claim every bit of her that I can. We will both be satisfied before this encounter ends.
After that little cry of hunger, Cissy went quiet again. She remained on her knees, looking up at him with yearning. Diltan’s pricks jerked.
He swallowed hard before ordering, “On the bed. Spread your legs for me and hold them open. Offer me your pussy.”
Cissy scrambled with a haste that gratified Diltan. Could she be that eager for him? Or was it all an act? Damn, he hoped it was real. If he found out she was playing him—
Yet she lay on the bed, grabbing hold of her knees and parting them wide to offer him access. She looked like a offering of sexual sacrifice, and it made something deep in the Dramok’s loins wrench to see the Earther minx like that. He had the fleeting urge to take her hard; violently even.
Cissy made his head spin. Ancestors help Diltan if she had even a glimpse of how crazy with lust she drove him.
He went to her, walking in slow, measured paces. She watched him, her hazel eyes wide, her moist lips parted as she drew quick breaths. The want in her expression was naked. Diltan bit back a groan. To see such lust, shown without inhibition, made his cocks swell tighter.
To think this woman who has driven me crazy with irritation could be the only thing that I want in this whole universe right now...
Diltan stood over Cissy, trying with all his might to order his thoughts. He couldn’t, not with his cocks demanding her warmth, not with his whole being centered on making him part of her.
The Dramok gripped his members, leaning in towards her heat. She was wet, her soft pink sex glistening an invitation. Her rear entry was still open from its liaisons with his clanmates, enticing him to fill it once more. Diltan voiced a groan and leaned over her. He forged deep into Cissy.
She cried out a glad welcome, her body straining to meet his even as she kept her hands on her knees, maintaining the position he’d demanded. Heat pulsed in his dicks, molten goodness that nearly made him cross-eyed.
Just as wondrous was the firm warmth holding him. Diltan’s pricks were enclosed in soft, tight flesh, trembling flesh that not only yielded but flexed, drawing him deeper still. Cissy’s body welcomed him with an embrace that felt like coming home.
Diltan’s instinct was to move hard and fast, to meld with that wondrous part by emptying into it. Yet looking into the face beneath his, at the rapturous expression gazing into his, brought him up short. It gave him the same feeling he got when making love to Wal or Rolat: the fervent need to serve the one serving him. An irrefutable responsibility to give every bit as good as he got.
With that, Diltan slid slow and sure out of Cissy until only the tips of his cocks remained within her sweet body. Then he shoved in again to make her gasp and arch. Her mouth opened wide for her high-pitched cry. Her passages tightened hard around him, making Diltan hiss between his teeth as lust surged in his groin.
That was it. That was just what she liked.
Diltan kept the rhythm of slowly withdrawing and slamming back in. Cissy rewarded him each time with a little scream. She managed to hold onto the backs of knees, but her feet kicked in the air. Her head tossed back and forth, as if to deny the pleasure she received.
The Dramok would not let her do so. Propped on one hand over her, his hips continuing to whipsaw back and forth with determination, he reached between them to gently pinch the lovely’s clit between thumb and finger. Cissy squalled as he rubbed the slick nubbin with delicate friction.
“Pretty little rascal,” Diltan breathed. “You will come for me. You will come for me now.”
He slammed into her, pinched down. Cissy at last lost her hold on her legs, grabbing hold of Diltan’s arms as her body bowed back. She shrieked as her pussy spasmed hard around the Dramok’s length. Diltan was forced to still, brought to the brink of release by her explosion.
Seconds later, the Earther fell limp to the sleeping mat’s surface, her breath sobbing as the last of her convulsions ebbed. Diltan felt the familiar and still-wonderful surge of power from bringing a lover to complete release. It was like a drug, one he could never get enough of.
“You are so beautiful when you climax,” he purred to the shaking woman. “You will do it for me again.”
Cissy blinked, coming to her senses as Diltan did the slow withdrawal from her as he had before. “I don’t think I can—”
“Oh, you most certainly will.” He thrust back in, seizing her clit once more and rubbing.
It took two more strokes, but Diltan had his way. Cissy’s screams of completion were beautiful to hear.
He could have listened to her cries all night, but Diltan knew from the pounding in his groin that he’d reached his limit. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
The Dramok freed his livid cocks from the sweetly clinging sleeves of his still-moaning lover. He picked up her shuddering form and turned her over onto her stomach. He scrubbed at his smaller cock with the antiseptic wipe Wal handed to him with a grin. It took no time for it to grow slick with lubrication once more. Damn, he needed to come soon.
Grasping Cissy’s hips in both hands, framing that luscious ass, Diltan lifted her bottom to his groin. Whether from weakness or relief that he granted her a reprieve, Cissy went lax in his grip.
Not for long, my irreverent beauty
, he vowed as his primary cock entered her ass.
* * * *
Cissy thought,
Stick a fork in me. I’m done
.
Diltan had made her come so hard that her insides felt like a washcloth after a bath: wrung out. She felt a sense of relief to have him coming at her from behind. Let him have his fun and get his cookie. He more than deserved it after the amazing and heart-stopping climaxes he’d treated her to.
It had almost been too much. Cissy’s throat felt raw after the yelling she’d done. The Dramok had overwhelmed her with his knowledgeable fucking and fingering. The man definitely had a leg up on the younger men Cissy had a habit of enjoying.
She did her best to ignore the agreeable ache of having his thicker girth pierce her ass and the gorgeous friction of his smaller cock rubbing the front of her female sleeve. Yeah, it felt good. With time, it would make her come again. She didn’t want to, though. Those last two orgasms had nearly blown her head off her shoulders. She’d had enough.
From the sound of Diltan’s panting, he’d get his pretty soon. Cissy was exhausted, but she made herself move beneath him, greeting his thrusts with her own, giving him the pleasure he’d earned. Damn the man. Gorgeous, charming when he wasn’t being an ass, and talented in the sack to boot. Had anyone ever made her scream like that before? No. Not ever.
“Too quiet, my pretty rebel,” Diltan grunted. “I like it better when you make some noise.”
His hand shifted, sliding from her hip to her mound to seek. Cissy gasped and grabbed his wrist. He was not stroking her clit again. She was not going to have another of those excruciating orgasms.
She never felt him move. All at once, Cissy found her wrists pinned at the small of her back by one strong hand ... and the other was again groping for her nubbin.
“Wait! Wait!” she cried, trying to get away from him. Like a bug on a pin, his cocks kept her skewered in place. Diltan’s finger and thumb snared its prize.
“Come for me, my rascal,” he said, fucking and rubbing her straight to the verge of climax.
“Please! Please! PLEASE!” Cissy shrieked as rapture flared bright. Then the tidal wave was on her, eclipsing all but wild sensation.
She screamed long and hard into the linens that covered her bed. She screamed and screamed and still orgasm tore through her, taking her beyond reason. It was as if Diltan reached inside her to rip it out of her loins.
Then it was over, followed by shuddering aftershocks. Diltan’s groaning sounded far away. His weight shifted, and he fell over onto the mat, landing on his side and carrying Cissy with him. They lay gasping and shaking all over.
Two more large, warm bodies crept onto the bed with them. Cissy found herself nuzzling into Wal’s wide chest. She had the impression that Rolat lay behind him. A hand that could only be the Nobek’s stroked her hair from her sweaty brow.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed before Diltan spoke. “If we may not spend the night with you Matara, can I at least have enough time to discover where my legs have gone to?”
That was greeted by laughter from the other two men. Cissy managed to smile at the sally.
“Shut up and go to sleep, Dramok. I’ll kick your sadistic ass out in the morning.”
Maybe. Or maybe she’d let them talk her into letting them stick around for breakfast. Or longer. At this moment, it was hard to think about getting rid of Diltan and his amazing clan.
When Cissy woke, it was with the sense of being warm and safe. She reveled in it, feeling the strength of a male body against hers, her face snuggled in a smooth, muscular chest. Lovely.