Sister Katherine (47 page)

“Ready for your first?” Vadef asked. 

It was no request, only a warning of what was about to happen.  The men would force Katherine’s pleasure to peak many times, taking advantage of her body’s increased libido.

Miv again bent to her breasts, licking and gently sucking.  Simdow’s hold tightened, and Vadef moved his fingers in and out, quickly but deliberately, finding that nest of nerves and stroking without mercy.  The fingers of his other hand captured and stroked her engorged clitoris, once, twice…

Katherine’s consciousness disintegrated in a vicious wallop of white-hot crescendo.  All thought seared clean from her skull as agonized delight swept through her body.  It rose and rose, not culminating and releasing as she’d come to think of orgasm.  Instead, it grew more powerful until it approached pain.  For an eternity she hung in that spot, a point of exquisite and yet hellish ecstasy, like a high note held forever by an operatic soprano.

When the end at last came, it was as if being dashed to the bottom of a cliff.  There were no continuing swells afterward, a constant rising and falling of pleasure that tapered off gradually.  The climax was simply, abruptly done and over with, leaving Katherine limp in Simdow’s arms, her body shivering in the aftermath.

“Beautiful,” someone breathed.  She couldn’t identify the speaker.

They kissed her gently, soothing her with soft voices until she at last regained some semblance of awareness.  When at last Katherine blinked at the faces surrounding her, recognizing her clanmates once more, they greeted her return with smiles.

“She’s ready for more,” Simdow announced.

Katherine made weak, protesting sounds.  However, she didn’t give them the signal that she didn’t want to continue.  She was theirs, and they loved to command her body.  As long as no danger existed, she would concede to their wants.

This time Vadef bent to her breasts as Miv laid down, sliding his head between her kneeling legs.  Katherine chewed frantically on the bit before their tongues made the first contact.  Even the mere anticipation made her insides churn.

Vadef suckled on the very tip of her swollen nipple, his tongue lapping gently as he held the nub in his mouth, as if to coax it to grow even more.  Katherine writhed in Simdow’s grip, alternating between trying to escape the bright slivers of excitement and demanding more.

That delight was lost in the shattering bliss of Miv seizing her sex in a hungry kiss, his tongue reaching inside her to taste deeply.  He devoured her much as he might her mouth, an embrace that stole her breath so she couldn’t cry out.  Swelling excitement threatened to burst her wide open.

She was dimly aware that Vadef had taken his mouth off her breast.  He covered both orbs with his hands, massaging them into tingling rapture.  He and Simdow watched her face as Miv went from kissing to fucking her with his tongue, the appendage shoving in and out with demanding strength. 

Katherine shook her head, the headlong rush into elation too much to take.  Vadef captured her face between his hands.  His face both loving and cruel with demand, he said, “You will take it.  You have no choice but to take it.”

She moaned a wordless plea as ecstasy bit at her insides with razor sharp teeth.  Miv’s working tongue fed the rapacious need in her belly, but it wasn’t quite enough to send her over.  She didn’t know which was worse; the unrelieved urgency that only grew in fervor, or knowing how vehement its release would be.

Simdow’s rough growl shuddered through her bones.  “You will come for us, Katherine.  You cannot resist it.”

She sobbed around the gag as Miv continued to thrust his tongue inside her.  His palm pressed against her mound, and he rubbed slow circles over it.  It moved just out of the reach of her distended clit, teasing her with closeness.  She tried to shake her head again, but Vadef smilingly held her still.  She was trapped, unable to break free and unable to climax.  She wailed in desperation.

Katherine’s whole body broke out in a sweat as the torment went on.  Her insides seemed to bubble, threatening to boil over without quite achieving that end.  Miv’s hot, hard hand kept moving against the triangle of soft pubic curls, putting pressure against her already ballooning groin.  She battled to tip her sex up just the smallest bit, just enough for the slightest whisper of contact between clit and hand.  Simdow kept her secure however, kept her imprisoned in the growing maelstrom of mind-stealing need.

Miv’s tongue exited her pussy and didn’t return.  For a few moments, Katherine felt his hot breath on her sensitized flesh.  It felt as if the very petals of her desperate sex reached for his mouth, the mouth she could feel so close but refused to make further contact.

The Nobek shifted, starting to slide out from between her legs.  Katherine sobbed to feel him going, her body aching and burning for release.  She was caught by surprise when his mouth seized her clit and his tongue raked over it.

Her world turned inside out before she realized what had happened.  Her ears roared with the sudden explosion of feeling.  Once more she rode high and forever on that monstrous peak that refused to ebb.  It seemed an eternity before she plummeted from the stratospheric heights.

Katherine emerged from obliteration with choked moans, her body feeling as substantial as jelly.  She didn’t even have the strength to tremble.

The men shifted her limp body with exceeding care, leaning her forward on her knees to rest against Miv and Vadef’s bodies as they knelt before her.  They were the ones who held her securely this time, keeping her supported as Simdow’s cock pressed from behind against her sex.

He moved so very slowly, his entrance prolonged as he crept inside in tiny increments.  Katherine was grateful for the painstaking invasion as her channel was swollen from the two powerful orgasms.  Simdow nudged the smallest bit forward, parting her clinging flesh as if she was a virgin that required the most delicate of handling.  Then he waited for a moment before easing further in.

Already Katherine’s too-ready body clutched at her Dramok’s length, drawing on it as it tried to coax him inside her faster.  The careful taking couldn’t calm the raw energy of her libido that urged her on even as she wanted to stop.  Knowing Vadef and Miv would not allow her to move back onto the thick, hard shaft making its slow journey into her, she clutched their shoulders, willing some of the tension to bleed away through her grip.

As Simdow continued the excruciating slow taking, his smaller cock rubbed the front of Katherine’s sheath, moving along her clitoris.  She bit down hard on the gag as effervescent darts drove deep into that flesh.  Her lover moved much too slowly for her to find climax; instead she was driven right up to the edge and held there.  Tickling brightness glowed in that bit of flesh, but it consumed all her attention.  She needed to come.  She couldn’t come.  They held her between them, keeping her still and suffering.

The Dramok continued to fill her in tiny increments, his secondary penis slipping oh so tenderly against that one point of fire.  Katherine begged him to take her hard and fast, her lips moving against the hard rubber of the gag against her teeth.  The pleas sounded incomprehensible even to her, but she knew there was no mistaking the agonized tenor of her voice. 

“Yes, my Matara?”  Simdow’s tone was deceptively gentle.  “Are you in great need, my love?”

Katherine wailed, but the bit in her mouth muffled the pathetic cry.  He knew what he did to her.  He enjoyed every moment of her torment.  They all did.

“I dare not go faster or harder, my little lifebringer” he chastised.  “You are phenomenally tight right now and must be handled with great delicacy.  Hush and be still.  Show me what a good girl you are.”

Katherine squalled.  She hurt, she actually hurt because she needed to climax so bad.  It was a mistake.  Simdow halted entirely and gave her rear a few quick smacks until the mounds burned.  It did nothing to quiet her cravings.  Instead, she felt her lust more keenly than before as he demonstrated his mastery.

“You will obey your Dramok.  No more disrespect or I’ll get the ice.”

At those words, Katherine managed to still and tone her protests down to small whimpers.  She rarely needed real discipline from her clan since she was delighted to surrender to their needs in bed.  Before she’d gotten pregnant, there had only been a couple of episodes in which she’d earned serious spankings for misbehaving.  Though those punishments had hurt no worse than the discipline they indulged her with for fun, the disappointment she’d gotten from her clan had made it awful to endure.  Vadef got in trouble with Simdow and Miv far more often than she did.  Katherine had the idea he enjoyed that kind of attention.

After learning she was expecting, she’d gotten into trouble once with the men.  They’d caught her lifting a tantrum-throwing forty-pound boy.  She’d not been harmed by the flailing child, but she’d found herself in serious dutch with her clanmates anyway.  Having been warned not to exert herself too hard, Simdow had come up with a novel punishment.

With he and Vadef restraining Katherine, Miv had inserted ice chips in Katherine’s sex, a few at a time.  When her body had melted the first three or four slivers, he rubbed to warm her once more.  Then more ice chips were slid in, the blistering cold of them not harmful due to how quickly they melted, but painful just the same.  This went on for twenty minutes.  Katherine had vowed to never do anything to earn that kind of punishment again.

With that memory in her head, Katherine made herself as still and quiet as the agony of Simdow’s slow penetration allowed.  Her heightened senses still drove her to shudder every few seconds, and each breath ended in a whimper. 

When Simdow’s groin at last pressed against her backside, her mind had frayed into vaporous mists.  Arousal throbbed in pulses.  The clan leader’s chest, warm against her shoulders, heaved with his gasps.

Miv chuckled.  “You look close to being done before you’ve begun, my Dramok.”

There was definite strain in Simdow’s voice.  “Her pussy has not stopped convulsing for one second.  She is driving me mad with need.”

Vadef also sounded amused.  “I wonder who is more aroused right now.”

Me, Katherine thought.  Her sex indeed spasmed continuously, trying to realize full climax on its own.

Simdow’s lips pressed against the back of her head.  “You are so wondrous in every way, my Matara.  I am not worthy of you, but I try.”

She turned her head to stare at him.  Not worthy of her?  Simdow alone was more than she could have hoped for in a husband.  That she also had Miv and Vadef was an embarrassment of riches, one she never stopped thanking God for.  The men not only cared for her, but they took their responsibilities to the children with great seriousness.  They were angels.

Katherine’s eyes filled with tears.  Simdow kissed her cheek.  “None of that, my love.  Do not cry, please.  I can’t take it.”

To stop her, he set about making love to her once more.  Katherine gasped as the hard friction quieted her excessive emotions, bringing back extraordinary arousal to take its place.  Simdow slid almost completely out.  Then he re-entered her, not moving so slowly this time but not taking her quickly either.  His thrusts were steady and smooth, no longer working with exaggerated care but making sure he didn’t treat her roughly either.

Simdow loved her.  It was in the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the way he spoke her name as his body joined with hers.  That love, as much as the act itself, sent her arousal surging higher than ever.

Katherine clawed at the strong shoulders of Miv and Vadef, unable to help herself as lust clawed at her just as brutally.  She could feel its talons ripping through her, drawing not blood but unremitting desire that spilled warmth from her core over Simdow’s pumping sex.  His cries rose with hers as they chased the hunger that devoured even as it was sated.

Simdow’s hands cupped the lower curve of her belly.  His fingers slid down, arrowing for her pussy, parting the swirl of soft curls over her mound, down lower until the tips brushed over her reaching clit, touching her at last.

Lightning flashed in Katherine’s core, sending blinding light into her skull.  Once more she was transported into the heavens where rapture blasted away her body, leaving only the essence of her soul.  She hung there in a paradise too great to stay, though she tried.

Then she returned to her clan, which was a nirvana in its own right.  Simdow leaned over her sweating back, using Vadef and Miv to support him as he gasped and shuddered, overcome by bliss. 

The other two men stroked their shaking bodies, soothing them, coaxing them back to join them in the real world.  Katherine knew the Imdiko and Nobek had needs to be sated too, but no one rushed her and Simdow to part.  Caregiver and protector were, as always, content to see to it that lifebringer and leader had found their way back to them.

The gag was removed from Katherine’s mouth.  Vadef went to the bath facility to get her some water as Miv cuddled her in his arms.  She smiled at the men who took care of her in every way.  Heart, body, and soul, she was forever safe.

A few minutes later, Miv carried her into the bath where the huge shower awaited.  Vadef set the temperature as the Nobek stripped his uniform off.

“It will go too quickly in there,” Katherine protested.

They had a strict rule about how long she could spend in the heat of the shower during her pregnancy.  Again, she thought them overprotective, but when it came to the smallest detail over her well-being, the men were unmovable.

Miv grinned as he took her hands and pulled her into the stall with him.  “After seeing you climax so hard, I have nothing but quick left in me.”

Katherine laughed and moved her wet body against his.

* * * *

Miv could never understand how Katherine didn’t see how much pregnancy had enhanced her beauty.  She persisted in calling herself fat.  She denigrated the marks that had appeared on her body as ugly.  She did not seem to comprehend the astounding way she accommodated their child.

How could she not be amazed as he was over the miracle of having a living being growing inside her, one they had created together?  He thought deep down she did, but the self-consciousness of watching her body change so radically masked the wonder of what truly was.