When Deram staggered aside, Hadlez was there. He freed her arms from the shackles and carried her to the foot of the massive bed, built to accommodate four Kalquorians. Instead of laying her on it, he knelt and placed her on the plush of a thick fur rug.

  Loose-limbed, she splayed as the six-and-a-half-foot tall Imdiko devoured her breasts. Miniscule as they were, they were incredibly sensitive, and she moaned as he made her nipples harder and more tender than before. His teeth surrounded one reddened point. She tangled her fingers in his long, sleek hair as unquenchable longing stabbed her pussy.

  He bit lightly, and yearning grew in its selfish demanding. Nymphomaniac, her mind whispered. If she were, it was a mercy to have three lustful lovers. Nonetheless, she greeted the idea of another climax with mixed feelings. She already felt gutted by what they’d done.

  Despite her concerns, she offered no resistance when Hadlez shifted her, putting her on her hands and knees beneath his hulking body. Her unrepentant pussy throbbed agreeably at the idea of him rutting her like an animal. When he pressed her legs farther apart, one hand gripping her hip and the other clutching her breast, she lifted her hips higher in submission.

  His primary shoved into her womanhood in a single thrust. His smaller length rubbed along her clit as he traveled deep. She would have jerked violently at the abrupt taking had he not held her firmly in place.

  He was over her, holding her, in her. She had nowhere to go as he thrust, rubbing her exactly where she responded best. Electrical shocks ran the length of her as he rode her, fed by the hard length stroking her clit. Still gagged, Blythe uttered cries as desire grew excruciating. She clawed the rug and shoved her face in its fur as he thundered against and in her. Almost there…almost there…

  Pressure unraveled as he grunted and his cock twitched in her confines, betraying his orgasm. Blythe chewed her gag as waves of completion rose and fell on the rhythm of his flesh slapping hers. Her pussy tugged on the invader, milking it of all it could offer.

  She whimpered when he drew out of her, feeling the emptiness keenly. The rug beneath her shifted, and she was rolled onto her back. Her gaze met Selt’s, the biggest of the trio.

  He knelt over her, his wavy hair a shifting curtain of midnight. He pulled the gag free. His huge hand cupped the back of her head and neck, and he lifted her to sip the cup of water he held. She drank gratefully, greedily.

  When she’d drained the cup, he set her down. He placed the empty cup next to a bottle, which he picked up. He squirted its contents on her breasts, and she gasped at the coolness.

  “Lotion,” he murmured. He set about rubbing her mounds, which disappeared beneath his paws. “Your nipples are so hard. Like diamonds.” He rolled them between his index fingers and thumbs, sending sparkling pleasure through her. She arched.

  Definitely a nymphomaniac. What else could she be when their earlier attentions made his touch ache as much as excite? She shook her head and tried to push his hands away.

  “Arms at your sides, or the cuffs go on,” he warned.

  “Bully,” she whined, but she obeyed. He continued to massage lotion into her chest, pausing every few seconds to torment her nipples until she squirmed under his weight, which kept her pinned.

  He worked his way down, smoothing work-rough palms along her ribcage. His fingertips tickled her abdomen, and she squealed. He chuckled and lifted his weight. Merriment fled his expression.

  “Spread your legs.”

  His cocks were erect, thick and long. No matter she’d had him before. He looked too big, and she hesitate.

  “I can cuff you again. Is that what you want?”

  No, though no matter what she did, she was helpless to his whims. Both because he was so much stronger than her and because she ached for him no matter how scary she sometimes found the warrior Nobek. He’d never injured her, had shown no inclination to do so, but there was no doubt Selt was dangerous to his foes.

  She slid her legs apart. He lowered himself between them, his face hovering over her pussy. His finger brushed her clit, and she twitched as sweet melting filled her core.

  “Is that all I get?” he laughed. “Are you worn out?”

  He didn’t wait for a reply. His lips surrounded her clit, and he sucked. His tongue teased its tip, and Blythe’s hips jerked at the thunderclap of passion.

  He refused to let up but continued to leisurely tongue her rioting flesh, his iron grip holding her thighs down as her upper body thrashed and her tiny fists pummeled the covers. Her cunt tightened desperately, but there was nothing to grip.

  Straining, reaching for release that wouldn’t come until he sucked and rubbed harder on her clit. Orgasm hit her with the force of a bullet train, and she screamed.

  The first vicious pulse was barely done when he lunged up and forward so he crouched over her. He guided himself to her rioting pussy and sank in.

  The shocking fullness warned her, and her palms slammed on his chest. There was no escape as he pressed both cocks in her swollen pussy. He didn’t force himself in quickly, taking care, but his intrusion was steady, forcing her to stretch to accept him.

  Brutal orgasm smothered the strain of taking him. His knees spread her wider, insisting she allow him in as deep as he was long. Her head tossed as the view of him swam in and out, continuing climax taking her from conscious awareness. His double thickness ground electric friction against her inner hotspot, and orgasm renewed itself.

  She was barely aware of him slipping in and out, abrading her convulsing passage. The universe was heaving bliss, whether he took her quickly or slowly. He might have fucked her for seconds or an hour. Time stood still while he kept her suspended in torturous ecstasy.

  At last, some semblance of sense returned to Blythe. Selt peered at her through the mists, his jaw tensing as his rhythm grew erratic. His cocks jolted in answer to her spasms, filling her with heat. He groaned. The wild cast of his features softened in telltale release.

  A minute or so later, he rolled her on top of him. His clanmates joined them, snuggling close to the gasping lovers.

  “Good morning,” Deram chuckled. “I take it we’ve given you an adequate start to your day?”

  * * * *

  Blythe feasted on a breakfast of swala eggs, roasted ronka strips, and toast. Despite her tiny five-foot-three stature, she’d always had a healthy appetite. Making love to a Kalquorian clan made her ravenous.

  Selt was on his second plate, and he signaled for another to the waiter in the small restaurant they’d ducked into after showering in their rented room. Blythe eyed her companions and paused her feeding frenzy to note, “You must be spending a fortune for guest accommodations and eating out these days.”

  Deram shrugged. “It’s no big deal, but we’ve applied to the stationmaster to allow you on the private living level again.”

  “I’ve assured him I’ll keep a close eye on you to make sure you don’t bring any news drones in to record anything you shouldn’t.” Selt grinned.

  If they thought they’d embarrass her by bringing up the ban she’d earned after ambushing Earth II’s governor leaving her Kalquorian lovers’ quarters, they were wrong. Blythe was an investigative journalist through and through. Even the elation of gaining access to the station’s private levels and sleeping in Clan Deram’s actual quarters couldn’t dim the scent of a story.

  “No big deal, huh? Hanging around Earth must be financially rewarding.” She arched a brow at them.

  Deram chuckled. “We told you, we’re assisting the chief of Earth’s on-planet security in the transition from Kalquorian to Earther enforcement.”

  “So your stay here is temporary. Chief Kuran announced the transition would be finished within the month.”

  Regret at the idea stabbed Blythe, but she dismissed it. Her instincts told her Clan Deram wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Their story was a front for something else entirely.

  “We have other duties here on the station.” Hadlez refilled her coffee from the carafe the waiter had left on the table. “You won’t get rid of us so easily.”

  “So you won’t be on the planet at all?” Blythe challenged Selt directly. “Won’t be popping in from nowhere unannounced as you usually do?”

  He answered with a grin and shoveled food in his mouth.

  Damn him. Nobeks were notoriously adept at slipping up on others, and Selt had proven his ability to do so more than once. Blythe had run out of fingers and toes to count the number of times he’d surprised her by showing up out of thin air. His silent approach was uncanny.

  “Quite the atmosphere of trust we’re building our association on,” she snapped. “I wonder whether it’s worth it.”

  “After only a month, I’d say it’s going well. We are sticking out our necks for you in order to let you stay in our home,” Deram reminded her. “Given what you do for a living, you can’t expect a book of true confessions from us at this point.”

  If you only knew. Blythe was reminded they had less reason to trust her than they were aware of. Looking at their warm expressions, remembering the intimacy they’d shared, her guts curdled.

  She pushed her plate away as guilt battled with responsibility. She was no longer very hungry.

  Other books by Tracy St. John available at Smashwords.com:

  To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue

  To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury

  CLANS OF KALQUOR

  Alien Embrace

  Alien Rule

  Alien Conquest

  Alien Salvation

  Alien Slave

  Alien Interludes: Clans of Kalquor Short Stories

  Alien Redemption

  Alien Refuge

  Alien Caged

  Alien Indiscretions

  Alien Hostage

  Alien Revolt

  Alien Outcast

  DARK EMPIRE

  Shadows Approach

  Infiltration

  CLAN BEGINNINGS

  Clan, Honor, and Empire

  Clan and Covenant

  Clan and Crown

  To Clan and Conquer

  Clan and Commit

  Clan and Conviction

  Clan and Conscience

  Clan and Command

  FIRST MATARAS

  Michaela

  Maryam

  Iliana

  Irene

  CLANS OF EUROPA

  Sister Katherine

  Tina

  Bernadette

  CLAN COMPANIONS

  Joseph

  Gabriel

  Matthew

  OTHER CLANS OF KALQUOR BOOKS

  Shalia’s Diary Omnibus

  (Omnibus contains all 12 books of the Shalia’s Diary series, also available separately)

  CYBERSERVED

  Made to Order

  Mine to Keep

  Built to Last

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