Authors: Tracy St. John
Miv went to her and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He kissed her softly. “It is time for gentler lovemaking, my Matara. I would not tax you with even that, but I am in terrible need.”
After the tumultuous screwing his clanmates had just given her, Katherine should have been reluctant to entertain his body’s demands. Yet she only smiled at him and cuddled close. “Then let me take care of you.”
Miv’s heart throbbed with the onslaught of feeling that filled it. He carried her into the room with the tiny bed.
He laid her down and crawled over her. Katherine reached for his pricks, but he stopped her, grasping her tiny wrists in his hands and pinning them to the pillows over her head. Miv let his body cover hers, twisting his hips so that his cocks found her warm entrances. He groaned softly to feel the heat and wet pouring from her.
The Nobek kissed his beloved’s soft lips as he slowly penetrated her. He had to take his time; his body was so excited that he indeed wavered on the brink of spilling at any moment. Feeling Katherine’s softness closing around his cocks, her body yielding and yet tight, made control hard to keep. Meanwhile his tongue stroked hers, drawing her sweetness into his mouth.
Miv’s slow invasion seemed to re-ignite Katherine’s ardor. She tried to move against him, her hips involuntarily jerking towards his. He carefully settled more of his weight on her to keep her still as he grimly fought off the hot pulse of cum trying to slide into his primary cock. After watching Simdow and Vadef take Katherine so powerfully, he was right on the verge himself. It had been an amazing show that had robbed him of almost all his control.
His Matara whimpered a protest to find herself pinned with no way to take what she wanted. Miv had to fight off a grin. Simdow might prefer absolute control being handed to him, but Miv did not mind his lovers trying to wrest it away. He found winning the right to be on top most enjoyable.
The delectable little body beneath his, being made to open for his pleasure, had no chance of forcing him to do anything but what he wished. Poor lovely Katherine could only lie helpless as Miv leisurely took what he wished from her. He only hoped he could last long enough for her to realize completion.
At last he was fully sheathed inside his beautiful mate, his cocks raging to be allowed to release within the silken confines of Katherine’s pussy and ass. Something deep inside Miv’s groin cramped as he forced climax to remain at bay. Damn, it hurt. However, his woman needed to be satisfied as well. If it killed him, Miv would not give in to his body’s demands until she was.
He ground against her, letting his pubic bone stimulate her clit. Katherine cried out, her body straining to move. However, Miv had her completely at his mercy, keeping her still enough so that she couldn’t finish him off. He rocked his hips only minutely, still grinding, making her wail and moan and plead. It was just little enough movement to keep him from losing control while sending her closer to orgasm.
That thick, harsh sensation, balled between his two cocks, became more insistent however. It crept ever more into his secondary, filling that smaller cock with painful heat a bit at a time. Miv gasped for breath, rocking and moving his hips in a circle to stimulate Katherine’s clit. Her arms strained to break his hold. Her feet kicked his calves. Her body fought to buck and slide against his. He wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t allow it. One strong thrust and he’d be done.
The Nobek stared into Katherine’s face, trying hard to ignore the soft but maddening clutch of her sex and ass on his cocks. The secondary prick felt like it might burst, and the heat of need was pushing past it, seeping slowly into his primary cock. He was moments from coming.
He ground harder against Katherine. Her cries cut off as she inhaled sharply. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. Almost. She was almost there.
“Come for me,” Miv groaned, a river of molten need streaming into his main cock. He was losing the battle, his body had surrendered to hers, he couldn’t stop it…
Katherine’s cry filled his ears, and her channel flexed hard around him, drawing on him, milking him. Miv’s howl joined her wail as he climaxed with her, the agonizing flood pouring out of him, emptying into her. He strained, turning inside out in the violent need to spill and spill and spill until there was nothing left, until he had sacrificed it all to her, his beloved, his lifemate, his goddess.
At last the torturous surrender ended, leaving Miv moaning in its wake. He’d released Katherine’s arms at some point, because her fingers drew trails through his long hair as she soothed him. Other hands rubbed his back and shoulders, the strong and comforting touches of Simdow and Vadef.
I was going to leave this behind to fight other men? I must have been mad.
Out loud Miv said, “I have figured out what a real hell must be, my Matara. It is life without you and my clan.”
He looked into her face to bask in her smile. She told him, “I was thinking I was in the midst of Hell because of what has happened on Earth. Thank God we can still have our own little corner of paradise here and now. Thank you for bringing it to me.”
The next day brought numbed shock as everyone tried to cope with the massive loss of Earth life, now becoming known as Armageddon. The Kalquorian invasion had become a massive rescue effort, with more relief coming from member planets of the Galactic Council. The spyship officers, including Simdow, were tasked with trying to figure out what the final disposition of the convent would be. With no supplies to come to Europa through Earth, it seemed fairly certain the nuns and aspirants would have to be relocated. The question was where?
The fallout from the blasts continued, affecting even those far away from the stricken planet. Shortly after lunch, Miv arrived at Vadef’s office. Katherine was with the Imdiko, and it was she who Miv had come for.
“It’s bad, Katherine. We must meet Simdow at the rec room where the little ones are being kept.”
He would say no more. Her heart in her throat, Katherine raced with Miv and Vadef to the aspirants and elder nuns’ quarters aboard the Earth transport.
She heard the cries before they reached the room. Simdow waited outside the door and he hugged Katherine quickly before ushering her in. “She appears to have collapsed under the strain.”
Before Katherine could ask who had collapsed, she saw Dr. Degorsk and another medic kneeling over the prone Mother Superior. Sobbing nuns and girls were gently held back by the Nobek guards.
Vadef stepped forward and groaned to see the elderly nun unresponsive. “By the ancestors,” he whispered, his tone pained.
Degorsk glanced at the other doctor and shook his head. As the medic packed up their instruments, Degorsk gathered the limp nun’s body in his arms and slowly stood. He looked with obvious distress at the sobbing nuns.
“I am sorry. The damage from the heart attack was massive. I cannot revive her.”
Katherine’s heart flooded with agony. Armageddon had claimed another victim. While Mother Superior had been stern and sometimes unflinching, she had always put the welfare of those in her care before all else.
The other nuns and girls broke out in wails. At Degorsk’s nod, the security guards allowed them to come close, to touch the fallen woman one last time.
Little Marci saw Miv and flung herself at him, sobbing with grief. He lifted her in his arms and held her close as she cried.
“Brother Nobek! Where is Sister Katherine?”
Miv kissed her wet cheek before turning her so she could see Katherine. “Here, my brave little warrior. She’s right here.”
He handed the child over to Katherine. They clung to each other, crying for not just this lost life but for too many others as well.
After each girl said her final goodbye to Mother Superior, they also came to Katherine. Simdow’s clan allowed themselves to be pushed back by the aspirants as they gathered around Katherine and clung to her. Still holding onto Marci, Katherine bent to kiss stricken faces, whispering words of condolence and encouragement.
A tearful Sister Cheryl joined them, her arms circling around Alice and Darci. She told Katherine. “We only just found out about the explosions. When she heard that Earth … that Earth…”
Apparently too overcome to go on, Cheryl dissolved into sobs.
Sister Pamela, her face still smooth and youthful despite a head full of gray hair, joined them. “It was too much for Mother Superior. She collapsed.”
It seemed everyone had given their leader a final caress. Degorsk addressed them. “Mataras, I will place her body in stasis and await your instructions on the appropriate arrangements. I am very sorry for this loss.”
The grim-faced doctor and his assistant left with Mother Superior’s body. The weeping continued but grew quieter as everyone turned to Katherine for information.
Cheryl asked, “Sister, is it true? Is Earth destroyed? Are they all dead?”
Katherine swallowed, the enormity of everything that had happened once more asserting its torment on her heart. “The major cities were rigged for explosions should the planet be invaded through the wormholes. There will be survivors, but most of our people are gone.”
Darci asked, “What about Boston? What about my Grandma?”
Simdow checked his handheld at her question. “That was not one of the cities that was destroyed. She may yet be all right, little one.” He smiled encouragingly.
Cheryl stared at Katherine, anger creeping in on the edges of her grief and horror. “Our government destroyed our own world? They did this to our people?”
Katherine nodded. “So it would seem. General Hamilton has confessed that the Holy Leader and the Church thought it the right thing to do.”
There were cries of disbelief and anger. Sister Ophelia approached Simdow. “You Kalquorians must take us to our planet. Our people need us.”
Simdow looked at her with terrible sympathy. His voice choked, he said, “Matara, how can I tell you – your world is doomed. The radiation will soon poison the atmosphere, the water, everything. It will not support life for very long.” His hands covered his tormented face. “We are so sorry to have brought this upon you. We beg your forgiveness. We never intended to inflict so much destruction.”
For a moment, no one spoke. It was as if in those few seconds, the scales of judgment wavered as everyone tried to absorb the latest shock.
At last Cheryl reached over to tug Simdow’s hands down. Kalquorian and Earther looked each other in the eyes, Simdow waiting as if for the executioner’s blow and Cheryl with firm resolve.
At last the nun said, “Forgiveness is in the hands of God and no one else, Kalquorian. Still, I believe your people did not intend this to happen. Your men have treated us with nothing but respect and the younger ones with kindness.”
Pamela looked at the youngest of their charges, fear apparent on her face. “What do we do? Where do we go? You said you would return us to Europa, but the convent relies on Earth for supplies.”
Simdow drew a deep breath. “Mataras, I don’t have the answers to that yet. The majority of the Kalquorian fleet is now engaged in trying to contain the fallout and rescue those most in need of it.”
Aspirant Brenda tugged on his arm. “How will we find our parents? My mother and father were in Milan, last I heard. How will they find me if I’m not on Europa?”
Simdow squeezed her shoulder and offered a comforting smile. “We will figure it out, my sweet. We will do whatever we can to reunite you all with your families. I will make it my personal mission to find a way.”
His gaze met Katherine’s. She saw he was overwhelmed but resolute. Simdow would do all in his power to take care of these women and children; there was no doubt in her mind of that.
She loved him so much in that moment that it brought fresh tears to her eyes. He took this small convent’s problems to heart, especially when it came to the children. He did it not just because he loved her, either. He would see to it they were all taken care of because he was a good man who cared about people.
It was a promise shared by her whole clan, verified when Vadef added, “We will all do our best by you. Concentrate on dealing with your grief. We will see to the rest. I swear it.”
Miv nodded. “And we will keep you safe. No one will come to harm if we can prevent it.”
Katherine kissed Marci’s cheek and managed a smile for the rest. “You see? It’s going to be all right. Just keep the faith, all of you.”
The women and girls seemed to take heart from their assurances. The faces around Katherine were filled with varying degrees of shock and grief, but now at least there was a little hope as well.
* * * *
Four days after the blasts that had set Earth’s clock to self-destruct, Vadef sat in his office working feverishly on the computer. His main focus these last few days had been cross-referencing the nuns and aspirants’ home locations in an attempt to track down living family members. Destroyer crews had descended on Earth to try to encourage survivors to come in and be helped. They were creating a database of survivors. Unfortunately, the Earthers were more likely to hide from their would-be saviors or attack them rather than ask to be rescued.
Because of this, only one under-aged aspirant’s parents had been located. Ashley Williams’ family had been located in New Orleans, North American Bloc. Vadef had already sent the refugee camp there a message, letting the site commander know Ashley was safe and awaited their reunion.
Other news had not been so good. He’d traced Brenda Logan’s parents from where the 14-year-old had last heard their whereabouts in Milan. The day before Armageddon, they’d traveled to London, which was no more than a crater in the earth now. They might not have been at ground zero when the bombs went off, but it didn’t look good for the Logans. Vadef wondered if Katherine would tell the poor girl that the likelihood of her family’s survival was doubtful.