Jes­sica liked it that way too. Fresh honey flowed from her as he squeezed her breasts hard, just shy of pain. He bent to gen­tly bite her peb­ble-hard nip­ples. She writhed at the at­ten­tion.

  The Nobek slapped the mounds, turn­ing the ivory flesh pink. She groaned to be de­fense­less against him. “You’re a very bad girl, Jes­sica,” Be­vau chided her. He slapped her breasts again.

  “Yes. Very bad,” she sighed, invit­ing more dis­ci­pline. “I de­serve to be pun­ished.”

  Jes­sica didn’t know why she loved be­ing mas­tered by her clan­mates. Right now it only mat­tered that she did.

  The Nobek gripped her an­kles and opened her wide. “Beg me to take you.”

  “Please, Be­vau, please make love to me.”

  “I don’t want to make love to you. Mak­ing love is gen­tle, and you don’t de­serve gen­tle­ness. Beg me for what you de­serve.”

  Jes­sica didn’t want him to be gen­tle ei­ther. The doc­tor on Pla­sius had said it was early enough in the preg­nancy to play rough still. There was no dan­ger to her or the em­bryo she car­ried.

  Jes­sica licked her lips, ea­ger for what Be­vau wanted to do to her. “Please fuck me. Pun­ish me with your cocks. Use me hard as I de­serve.”

  “Keep go­ing.” Be­vau’s fangs peeked at her.

  “I will give you what­ever you want, with­out com­plaint. I am yours to do with as you wish. I serve you in any way you see fit to have me. I beg you to ac­cept my sur­ren­der, to al­low me to prove to you I will obey you in ev­ery­thing.”

  “I will test you then.”

  Ex­cite­ment coursed through Jes­sica’s body. “Thank you,” she whis­pered.

  Be­vau started with fuck­ing her mouth, strad­dling her face and al­ter­nat­ing cocks while Egilka and Cla­jak held her down. By the time he had tired of that plea­sure, the other two men were aroused once more. See­ing his clan­mates in need, Be­vau or­dered Jes­sica to crawl to each on her hands and knees and give them oral plea­sure. She did as she was told, ad­just­ing rhythm and tech­nique to his dic­tates. Egilka and Cla­jak sat back, en­joy­ing their pas­sive roles.

  Be­vau searched around the room un­til he found a stiff leather-like black strap. Jes­sica looked at it, un­able to dis­cern what he might want her to do with such an ob­ject.

  “Crawl to Egilka,” he said, grip­ping one end of the strap. “Strad­dle him and give him the plea­sure of your sex and ass.”

  “As you wish,” she mur­mured and started to­ward the wait­ing Imdiko. A sharp crack rang in the air and pain ex­ploded against her but­tocks. Jes­sica cried out in shock and looked over her shoul­der to see Be­vau swing the strap again.

  Crack!

  She cried out again and crawled faster. Be­vau drove her across the bed with his strap warm­ing her ass anew. She reached Egilka and the spank­ing ended.

  “Take him in­side your­self. Fuck him nice and slow,” Be­vau in­structed. Jes­sica ea­gerly obeyed, crawl­ing onto Egilka’s lap and set­tling her­self on the Imdiko’s livid flesh.

  “Slower. Let him feel ev­ery frac­tion of your warm, wet pussy; of your tight ass­hole.”

  Egilka sighed and closed his eyes as Jes­sica did what she was told. Her hands gripped his shoul­ders as she rode up and down the length of his cocks, fill­ing and emp­ty­ing her­self of him so very slowly.

  “Kiss him as if you were the one in con­trol. Fill his mouth with your tongue.”

  She bent to press her mouth to Egilka’s, sur­prised when he re­sisted her a lit­tle. Jes­sica forced his mouth open with hers, mak­ing the Imdiko take the kiss. She ex­plored, run­ning her tongue over his teeth, twin­ing around its twin, and lap­ping at the roof of his mouth, care­ful to avoid nick­ing her­self on his folded fangs.

  His hands stole over her breasts, un­able to keep from re­spond­ing to her. De­spite Be­vau or­der­ing her around, Jes­sica felt her com­mand over Egilka. She rode her clan­mate so very slowly, her honey pour­ing over him as he moaned his en­joy­ment.

  She’d been kneel­ing over him. Want­ing even more con­trol, she slid her legs for­ward un­til she squat­ted on the soles of her feet. She pushed at him un­til he lay flat. Press­ing her hands against his chest, she moved over him.

  When Egilka grasped her waist, Jes­sica grabbed his wrists im­pa­tiently and pinned them to the bed on ei­ther side of his head. He let her dom­i­nate, his eyes clos­ing in ec­stasy as she took him with slow, steady strokes. Oc­ca­sion­ally she wig­gled a lit­tle from side to side, mak­ing him groan aloud. His ea­ger re­sponse urged her on, and she ro­tated her hips in a slow cir­cle as she rose and fell above him.

  The Imdiko’s jaw clenched, and his head sud­denly darted for­ward. Jes­sica felt a sweet stab of pain as his fangs sank into her up­per breast. She cried out, her head fall­ing back as the in­tox­i­cant spread through her body.

  Jes­sica’s sex squeezed around him, and Egilka’s head dropped down once more, shak­ing from side to side as he fought the threat­en­ing or­gasm. She stopped mov­ing, al­low­ing him re­gain con­trol. As soon as his breath­ing eased, let­ting her know he was no longer on the brink of cli­max, she re­leased his wrists. Lean­ing back, she placed her hands be­hind her hips, prop­ping her­self up on his thighs. The pres­sure of his pe­nis moved to the front of her womb, where the most sen­si­tive nest of nerves waited.

  Jes­sica moved and cried out to feel his hard­ness rub­bing there. Plea­sure cas­caded through her core, light­ing her up from within. She forced her­self to keep the fric­tion slow, pro­long­ing their shared en­joy­ment. Slowly the sen­sa­tion of im­pend­ing ex­plo­sion built, and her gasps min­gled with Egilka’s. She watched as she worked him, en­joy­ing the sight of him emerg­ing from her body wet and glis­ten­ing only to be slowly swal­lowed once more.

  His hand reached down, and his thumb and fore­fin­ger closed over Jes­sica’s en­gorged cli­toris. She shouted with the elec­tric sen­sa­tion of his touch. It joined the heav­ier throb of bliss in­side her sheath, and all con­trol fled.

  Jes­sica pi­s­toned above the Imdiko, tak­ing him vi­o­lently, ev­ery cell of her body reach­ing for glo­ri­ous dis­so­lu­tion. When Egilka’s hands clamped over her hips, she didn’t fight him this time. In­stead, she al­lowed him to pull her even harder down onto him­self, driv­ing his length deep in­side her.

  The or­gasm be­gan, and Jes­sica’s body opened wide to wel­come it. She screamed raggedly as it con­sumed her. She hung sus­pended in its grip for an eter­nity, and then an­other swept over her. She was no longer con­scious of the man be­neath her or of any of her sur­round­ings. All that ex­isted were the con­vul­sions of de­sire, tak­ing her from the lim­its of her phys­i­cal body. She ex­isted only in an in­fi­nite uni­verse of white-hot sen­sa­tion.

  The throbs of de­sire grad­u­ally ebbed, al­low­ing the real world to re-as­sert it­self. Jes­sica had col­lapsed over Egilka’s chest, which heaved be­neath her cheek like bel­lows. His sexes still pulsed within her, bathing her in­sides with his fluid. He moaned as he spent him­self. His arms gripped her like iron bands.

  “In­cred­i­ble,” some­one whis­pered nearby. Jes­sica peered to see Be­vau and Cla­jak star­ing down at them, their mouths hang­ing open. She had for­got­ten they were in the room. She licked her lips. They were both hard, and the in­tox­i­cant in her sys­tem made her in­sides clench again.

  “You’re next,” she whis­pered to Be­vau.

  His eyes widened, and he swal­lowed. She grinned to see the big, bad Nobek prince ner­vous. She strug­gled to free her­self from Egilka. With a fi­nal groan and spasm, he re­leased her.

  Jes­sica crawled to the edge of the bed where Be­vau stood. She slid her lips over his jut­ting shaft and tugged with her mouth. He let her pull him un­til he was kneel­ing be­fore her on the bed.

  “What do you want of me, my love?” he asked, his voice wa­ver­ing.

  She took her mouth off the Nobek to lick him like an ice cream cone. “Lie down like Egilka,” she an­swered. She was ea­ger to dom­i­nate him too.

  Be­vau did as he was told, his eyes wide with an­tic­i­pa­tion. Jes­sica con­tin­ued to lick him, start­ing with the bot­tom of each or­gan to slowly trace her tongue up the un­der­side to the tip. A drop of sweet­ness ap­peared at the tip of his larger pe­nis, and she sucked it into her hun­gry mouth. Be­vau hissed, his fangs show­ing.

  “Stay put,” Jes­sica or­dered, pre­tend­ing the big Nobek couldn’t over­power her and do as he wanted. He hissed again but obeyed. See­ing Cla­jak watch­ing them avidly gave her an idea.

  “Cla­jak, hold his arms. Egilka, can you move yet?”

  A slow smile spread over the Imdiko’s face. “Barely, but for you I will man­age.”

  “Hold his an­kles then.”

  Be­vau closed his eyes as his clan­mates car­ried out her or­ders to re­strain him. His breath came quickly.

  “I can bite him, if you wish,” Cla­jak of­fered. Be­vau’s eyes popped open.

  “I do wish it.”

  Cla­jak’s head darted down, and he buried his fangs in Be­vau’s neck. The Nobek stiff­ened as if ready­ing to re­sist, and Jes­sica slipped her mouth over his cock. Be­vau groaned and re­laxed, sur­ren­der­ing to them.

  Jes­sica licked him to re­ward his obe­di­ence, her tongue trac­ing a path from the base of his smaller pe­nis to its tip, down the top of it, and re­peat­ing the ac­tion with the larger or­gan. Mean­while she watched Cla­jak with­draw from his bite. Rivulets of blood ran from the small punc­tures in Be­vau’s neck, which Cla­jak licked clean with lan­guid strokes. The Nobek hummed a con­tented sound deep in his throat.

  “What does this re­mind you of, Cla­jak?” Egilka chuck­led.

  The Dramok paused lap­ping Be­vau’s blood to grin. “I be­lieve you are think­ing of when we forced him to join our clan.”

  Jes­sica stopped suck­ing Be­vau’s cock long enough to ask, “You forced him?”

  Egilka nod­ded as Cla­jak re­turned to lick­ing the Nobek’s neck. “Be­vau feared that with his strong Imdiko ten­den­cies, he wasn’t proper em­peror ma­te­rial. We knew bet­ter and lured him into our liv­ing suite where we am­bushed him. Even with sur­prise on our side, Be­vau beat the hell out of us. It took about a dozen bites to sub­due him.”

  Cla­jak licked the last drop of blood from his clan­mate’s throat and looked into Be­vau’s eu­phoric face with a gen­tle smile. “We tied him up and spent three days ‘con­vinc­ing’ him to join our clan. No food, no sleep; just sex. It was an amaz­ing time.”

  “It was fun,” Be­vau mur­mured. “But I like girls bet­ter. Jes­sica is best of all.”

  “In­deed she is,” Cla­jak agreed. “What are you go­ing to do with this gor­geous Nobek of ours, my sweet?”

  “This,” Jes­sica an­swered, tit­il­lated by the story of Egilka and Cla­jak force­fully tak­ing Be­vau. She clam­bered on top of the Nobek as she had Egilka, ex­cept she faced away from him. “Keep him re­strained. It’s time this bully got a taste of his own medicine.”

  The two men chuck­led. In front of her, Egilka tight­ened his grip on Be­vau’s an­kles, watch­ing Jes­sica avidly. She reached be­neath her­self to grasp the Nobek’s larger cock, guid­ing it to her sex. His smaller pe­nis touched her cli­toris and rubbed against it as she slid down onto its big­ger neigh­bor. Her breath cuaght at the shiv­ery-hot sen­sa­tion.

  Crouched over the Nobek, Jes­sica bal­anced her weight with her hands on his thickly mus­cled thighs. In­stead of build­ing slowly as she had with Egilka, she var­ied her speed; first steadily rock­ing to make Be­vau gasp, then quicker to bring them both to the brink. She slowed again to feel the length of him fill­ing her to ca­pac­ity.

  “Your ass is beau­ti­ful,” Cla­jak breathed be­hind her. “It’s like I’m watch­ing him get fucked by a work of art.”

  “Let me touch her, Cla­jak,” Be­vau begged. He writhed, his an­kles slip­ping from Egilka’s grip mo­men­tar­ily be­fore the Imdiko re­gained con­trol. “Let my hands free.”

  “That is up to her, my beauty. Only when she gives leave.”

  “Please, Jes­sica. Even just one hand.”

  “We can­not hold him if he loses con­trol,” Egilka whis­pered to her. “He is too well-versed in fight­ing tech­niques.”

  Jes­sica had en­joyed her mas­tery, but hear­ing the need in Be­vau’s voice and feel­ing the barely re­strained fe­roc­ity in his clenched mus­cles gave her a de­li­cious shud­der. In­tox­i­cated or not, Be­vau would fight them all be­fore much longer. She didn’t want him wast­ing his en­ergy on the other two men. She wanted it all for her­self.

  “Re­lease him,” she agreed, con­tin­u­ing to rock up and down. Egilka let go of Be­vau. Feel­ing the Nobek’s hands stroke down her back con­firmed Cla­jak had also re­leased the ea­ger man.

  Be­vau’s hands trav­eled down un­til they cupped Jes­sica’s but­tocks. He spread her cheeks apart, no doubt en­hanc­ing his view of his pe­nis slid­ing into her sleeve. She thrust against him slowly, let­ting him en­joy the show. She moaned to feel his thumb cir­cle her anus, de­light­ing the sen­si­tive flesh. He slid the digit for­ward, wet­ting it in their mu­tual juices, and slid the thumb back to her nether ori­fice. She arched as his thumb pen­e­trated the tight aper­ture.

  “Fuck me lit­tle girl, fuck me, just like that, yes,” Be­vau whis­pered as she moved over him. He thrust his hips up to greet her as she rocked back, and she sighed with grat­i­tude. He felt so good. What­ever trou­ble awaited her on Kalquor was worth this.

  “Lean back,” Be­vau coaxed, his hands slip­ping from her ass to cup her ribcage. “Like you’re go­ing to lie down on me.”

  Jes­sica obeyed, let­ting his strong arms take her weight as she con­tin­ued to pis­ton her hips up and down. She put her hands down be­hind her, hold­ing her shoul­ders up. Her head fell back to­ward his chest. He held her par­al­lel to him­self, thrust­ing into her. She nearly fainted with plea­sure as once again her lover found that most sen­si­tive spot within her.

  Jes­sica was still on top, but it was Be­vau who had taken con­trol. She handed it over gladly.

  She kept her eyes open, see­ing how Cla­jak and Egilka watched them. Be­ing on dis­play for them as Be­vau fucked her ex­cited her even more.

  Cla­jak’s or­gans were livid with need. He came close to them, lean­ing over Jes­sica’s thighs to watch. His tongue peeked out, and Jes­sica’s breath caught as she re­al­ized what he was about to do. She re­leased it in a wail as his face drifted down to her sex to lick her swollen pink bud.

  Her womb heaved with or­gasm. Be­neath her, Be­vau also cried out, his rhythm fal­ter­ing just be­fore his re­lease. As they bucked help­lessly in the throes of bliss, Cla­jak con­tin­ued to use his wicked tongue on Jes­sica, send­ing her ever higher.

  When they had qui­eted, Be­vau slipped out and laid her next to him on the bed. She blinked heavy-eyed at Cla­jak.

  “You are ex­hausted, my sweet,” he ob­served, his fin­ger­tips brush­ing her thighs.

  “You still need me,” Jes­sica an­swered. She would not suc­cumb to sleep un­til all her men were sat­is­fied.

  Cla­jak smiled. “For­tu­nately for this sit­u­a­tion, I will not take very long. Re­lax and leave the work to me, my love.”

  He rolled Jes­sica onto her stom­ach and set­tled over her, kiss­ing the back of her neck with soft lips. She sighed, en­joy­ing the feel­ing of his weight on her. He wedged his thighs be­tween hers, and she sighed again as he slipped his larger cock in­side her vagina. Her but­tocks tilted up a lit­tle to greet him.

  “No, my sweet, lie very still,” Cla­jak whis­pered. “You have done enough work for to­day.” He kissed her ex­posed cheek. “Close your eyes. Re­lax. Good girl.”

  Jes­sica let her­self sink into the soft­ness of the bed cush­ion as the hard-mus­cled man on top of her slipped in and out with gen­tle thor­ough­ness. Nei­ther of them took long to find plea­sure with each other. For Jes­sica, this or­gasm wasn’t the cat­a­clysmic ex­plo­sion of the pre­vi­ous two, but it was just as good in its slow, quiet lap­ping through her body. Her moans were a soft coun­ter­point to Cla­jak’s growls.

  The clan cud­dled around her af­ter they were done, a heap of warm tired bod­ies. Jes­sica was drift­ing off when Be­vau asked, “Are you feel­ing bet­ter about our sit­u­a­tion?”

  The ef­fects of Egilka’s bite were wear­ing off, al­low­ing the small­est tinge of worry to worm its way into her mood. “For now I’m okay. I can’t help but be a lit­tle scared.”

  Cla­jak’s grip around her tight­ened. “No one will take you from us,” he vowed. “Sleep now. Rest will im­prove your at­ti­tude.”

  Jes­sica wanted noth­ing more than to be­lieve him. She tried to trust all would be okay as she drifted off to sleep.

  Chap­ter 13

  Michaela squinted at the free-float­ing video screen. She seemed to think peer­ing be­tween slit­ted eyes would help her de­ci­pher the Kalquo­rian char­ac­ters writ­ten on it. Jes­sica had al­ready trans­lated the sen­tence and re­strained the urge to coach her friend along.

  Michaela mut­tered, “Visit … farm … to­day – no, to­mor­row…” Her face sud­denly bright­ened. “’I am vis­it­ing the farm­ing re­gion to­mor­row.’” She smiled with re­lief.

  Em­peror Zarl nod­ded. “Ex­cel­lent job, Michaela.”

  They had gath­ered in the par­lor of the Im­pe­rial suite, as they did ev­ery day. De­spite the over­sized seat­ing cush­ions made of the soft­est fab­rics, the in­tri­cately carved ta­bles of rare woods and pol­ished mar­ble, and a few price­less art pieces from all over the uni­verse, it man­aged to be a cozy, ca­sual room. Jes­sica won­dered at her abil­ity to be com­fort­able amid the fine ap­point­ments. Her fam­ily had not been poor, but they hadn’t been rich ei­ther. Still, she felt per­fectly at home in the sump­tu­ous­ness of the fine quar­ters.