Authors: Tracy St. John
Michaela stared at him. It had to be a joke. Yet despite the smile Raxstad gifted her with, there was no humor in his regard.
She burst out, “That’s ludicrous. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
The Nobek shrugged. “It’s the truth. You are male and female, sensual and tormented, marked for death yet managing to survive against all odds. Your story has captured the imagination of the Empire. So many men wish to fight for you, to comfort you, to care for you.” He grinned for real then, amusement finally announcing itself. “The very condition that made your existence a bane to Earth makes you irresistible to us.”
It was more than Michaela could fathom. “That – that can’t be. Raxstad, I can’t wrap my head around what you’re saying.” She looked down at herself and back up at him. “This – this is not natural.”
“You were born like that, weren’t you? How can it be anything but natural?” His expression turned severe, and he skewered her with his gaze. “You believe I want you, don’t you? Korkla and Govi too?”
She swallowed. She wanted to refute everything Raxstad said, and yet ... yet she could not. In a small voice, she admitted, “You have proven that you find me attractive over and over.”
“So if our clan covets you, why wouldn’t others? Why should only one clan want you? Explain that to me.”
Michaela tried to find an argument. It couldn’t be that so many men would find her desirable. They shouldn’t, not Michael-Michaela Blake, not the boy-woman mistake. Yet Raxstad never lied to her. If he told her something, she could take it to the bank. And if he wasn’t lying, then other clans wanted her as their Matara. She had to accept that.
She threw her hands up in the air. “Fine, I’m the dancing god-goddess of Kalquor, revered by all clans. Worship me. Fall at my feet. Proclaim unending adoration.”
Raxstad laughed. His arms went around her and he pulled her across and down so that she lay on his chest. “I’d rather you fall in my bed. Come here, my beauty.”
Michaela didn’t miss how he winced as he wrapped her up tight in his bandaged arms. She also didn’t miss the dual hardness that pressed against her crotch. “Hey, you’re still recovering.”
He wiggled his hips, making sure she knew he was aroused. “I’m feeling pretty good. Let’s celebrate.”
“Raxstad, cut it out! You’re in no condition for this.” She shoved against his chest.
For a moment, Michaela thought he was relenting. Raxstad let her lift from his torso, so that she crouched over him on hands and knees. But he’d only waited for her to put herself in a vulnerable position.
The Nobek’s hand closed over her crotch. His other arm curled around her ass, holding her still as he rubbed her masculine flesh through her skirt.
Michaela’s breath caught in her throat, and all thought fled as her prick heated and filled. Within moments, she was hard.
“Rax – Raxstad – what – wait—”
“Hush,” he said, continuing to pleasure her. “It feels good, doesn’t it? That’s it, my pretty little intersex. Show me how good I make you feel.”
“Don’t,” she groaned, not meaning it for a second. “You shouldn’t – I shouldn’t—”
“But you should. Young bodies are so demanding. I remember being your age. I remember how crazy those hormones drove me. Frequent release is the only way to deal with that.”
Michaela looked into his dark, craggy face, her thoughts coming in muddled and slow. Raxstad played with her always ready male libido, which she had far less control over than her female urges. He was right about that part of her. She woke with her cock hard every morning. The simplest touch from any of her clanmates would make it stir, no matter what else was going on. It drove her crazy to not have better control over it.
Right now, Raxstad had all the control. So much so that she couldn’t make herself get off the bed, even though her Nobek should be resting.
His eyes were dark, but his smile was brilliant. “I love making you look like that. That pretty face, so needful, so soft with want. The only better expression you wear is when you climax.”
His words were only noise to Michaela right now, because his hand was beneath her skirt, searching her out and finding her, with only the thin fabric of her panties between her cock and his hand. A thin cry escaped her to feel the warmth of his palm, the strength in his grip as his hand closed around her eager flesh.
“So pretty, my precious little boy-girl. Just look at how pretty you are.”
He rubbed her through the panties, rubbing delicate lace up and down her sensitive length. She trembled in his clutches, unable to move away from the gorgeous pressure that made her balls turn heavy, her prick full and sensitive. Her hips began to swing back and forth, just a little, of their own volition.
“That’s it, Michaela. That’s my good Matara.”
His fingers reached and found the edge of her panties, where they opened for her leg. He tugged them to one side, pulling them so that her cock sprang free and her scrotum and pussy were exposed. His fist closed over her prick, hot and demanding as it pumped her.
Ecstasy speared through Michaela’s loins. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his chest. Raxstad growled his encouragement.
“Oh yes. There we go. Now I have you.”
Need, raw and ravening, coiled tight in her gut. All Michaela could think about was relieving that wondrous ache, right here, right now. Beyond her control, her hips thrust back and forth, driving her prick into the tight fist holding it. Her head fell back and she moaned to the softly lit ceiling overhead.
“You like that. You like feeling my hands on you. Back now, my love. Lean back against my legs.”
As he tugged on her cock, Raxstad’s other hand flattened against Michaela’s chest. He pushed her, making her lean back against his bent legs so that her back was supported. His cocks, freed from the sheet that covered his nude body, were tight against the crevice of her buttocks.
“All right now. Feet flat on the bed on either side of me like you’re doing a squat. That’s it. Good girl.”
Michaela obeyed him automatically, her mind not engaged with anything but the hands on her. Not only was Raxstad pumping her cock, but he also rubbed her scrotum and brushed fingertips against her clit. Wave after wave of heat billowed through her body at his knowing touches. She barely registered that he had tugged her top down so that her breasts were exposed. Her skirt was hiked up, giving him an unimpeded view of everything.
The rough growl of a voice continued to coax her even as she succumbed to sensual bliss. Every word was to be obeyed for fear that the pleasure would end. Michaela second guessed nothing.
“Now, my good girl. Now, my sweet little Matara. Straighten your legs. Use my legs for support to lift yourself up. Rise up so I can get my cocks inside that pretty pussy and that tight ass.”
Michaela made her trembling legs unbend a little, bracing her hands against Raxstad’s carved thighs to help her up. The hand playing with her balls and clit moved away to position his cocks where they belonged. She shuddered to feel the slickened tips settle against pussy and asshole.
“Now lower yourself. Take me inside. Let me feel you all around me.”
Quaking hard, Michaela let gravity pull her back down. Raxstad’s livid cocks burrowed into her, opening her for his use. He continued to pull on her weeping prick and plucked at her clit. His cocks widened as she descended, growing thicker with every inch. He’d not prepared her this time. Her pussy ached and her ass burned as they stretched to accommodate his girth.
“That’s it. Down onto me. My pretty little one feels so very good. Keep going, Michaela. Take it all.”
Need burgeoned within her prick. Her scrotum drew tight, increasing the sensation of fullness. A glorious throbbing in her cunt. Searing friction in her ass.
“Keep going.”
Big hand stroking hard and fast.
“Take it, little girl.”
Palm rubbing the sensitive flesh containing her testes. Fingertips flicking her clit.
“Take me in.”
Rapture bubbling even as her body begged her to stop, to not accept anymore of the thick staves invading.
“Take it. Take it.”
Little stabs of pain, mixing with the glorious delights of surrendering to his demands. Excitement swelled and slipped its borders. Michaela felt the white-hot flow moving, starting its journey towards her cock.
“There you are. Good girl.”
She sobbed, feeling him encased within her, sitting once more on his body. She was close. So close.
“My sweet little one wants to come for me, doesn’t she? Michaela wants to come with my cocks filling her up.”
One word boiled up from her gut and fell from her lips. “Please.”
“Move, little love. Fuck your Nobek and I’ll let you come.”
Michaela’s legs felt weak and watery. Yet the demands of her body made her gather elusive strength and shove upward, digging her sandaled feet into the bed mat. She slid up the slope of Raxstad’s bent legs until his rear cock threatened to leave her anus. Then she let her legs fold, sending her jolting back down on him. His primary cock hit something deep inside her that sent brutal delight billowing up from her font all the way up into her skull. She uttered a little scream.
“That’s it,” the heavy voice grunted. “Again.”
Sobbing with a mix of pleasure and need, Michaela made her reluctant legs stretch again. Again, she collapsed back down. Again came that sweet burst of paradise. If she could just keep going for a few more strokes, she’d reach ecstasy.
Willing her wilted spaghetti legs to move, Michaela rose and fell over her wonderful tormentor. The tiny detonations when the tip of his prick met her cervix gathered, joining in with the building tension in her cock and balls. Raxstad stroked her clit as quickly as her prick now, adding fuel to the fire.
His pants filled her skull. “Fuck me, my love. Fuck me, my Michaela. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
She fucked and fucked, feeling the oncoming storm swelling inside. Swelling and spilling over, moving in a swift stream now, a burning river shooting through her cock and filling her cunt, tearing through, bursting out of her like a flood through a dam.
Cum jetted from her prick, spurting onto Raxstad’s belly and chest in a thrilling torrent. Meanwhile, elation swelled and billowed through her loins and gut, making her blind and deaf to anything but nirvana. Waves of bright pleasure consumed Michaela, ebbing and flowing until at last she was sated.
She came back to find herself flopping like a rag doll on top of Raxstad as he held her hips, driving her up and down on his cocks in a frenzy. His gasps and grunts were fast, warning he was near his own end. Michaela had barely returned to reality when his entire body went tense. She felt his cocks jerk inside her and knew he filled her with his cum. He groaned with each expulsion, his purple eyes rolling upward until she saw only the whites beneath his fluttering lashes.
Michaela collapsed against his thighs, which still braced her upright. She saw the fluid on Raxstad’s heaving abdomen, evidence of her release. The release her Nobek mate had coaxed from her. No, the release he had demanded of her.
Male and female. Raxstad thinks I’m perfect. Korkla and Govi do too. And other men as well, not that I give a flying fuck what they think.
He says Feyom is jealous of that.
Michaela wanted to believe that with all her heart. She wanted to know it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Would that ever happen?
Until it did, Feyom may have undeniable femininity, but Michaela had Clan Korkla.
And that puts me ahead of the race.
Raxstad blinked sleepily, his face relaxed into a smile. “You look happy now.”
“I am. You make me happy.”
“Good. My work here is done.”
The next eight days passed slowly, even though Raxstad was home for most of them. Michaela spent that time waiting on the Nobek as much as he allowed her to. The only care he appreciated came in the form of sex and food. Any other fussing over him got on his nerves. As Govi had asserted many times before, Raxstad was an uncomplicated creature. Michaela contented herself by learning how to use the alien kitchen and sating the Nobek’s other basic desire as his recovery allowed for it.
At last it was time for Korkla to return home. Govi had taken the day off to welcome his Dramok. He and Raxstad sat in the common room watching the news vids and playing a game that combined holographic elements with physical gaming pieces. It was a tactics contest, which seemingly played to Raxstad’s strengths. He launched attacks on Govi’s holdings and won decisive battles. However, Govi was able to match that with his psychological background, gathering intelligence and making inroads against Raxstad via subterfuge.
They offered to teach Michaela the game, but she was too wound up. Korkla was due home at any moment, and she couldn’t settle down. She paced all over the home nonstop, trying to work off the nervous energy. Govi asked her if she was trying to wear a rut into the floor.
“Younglings,” she heard Raxstad snort as she passed the common room for the umpteenth time. “Always so impatient.”
“You’re not a little distracted yourself,” Govi teased. “I’ve just assassinated your seventh district leader and annexed the territory.”