Lindsey found a little sadness despite her intoxicated state as she watched him lick down her sunken belly. She’d lost at least a cup size on her breasts, and her ribs were obvious beneath her skin. Her hip bones jutted. But Bacoj didn’t seem to mind her too-thin frame. His mouth devoured her greedily, as if he’d finish wiping the remaining flesh from her bones.

  Lower and lower, until his tongue probed her navel, sending fresh shivers down her spine and erasing her self-consciousness. She wondered if he’d go lower still and perform the act the Church had damned as profane. She wanted him to. And she wanted to do the same for him. The thought made her shiver with anticipation.

  Bacoj grasped her thighs, propping them over his wide shoulders. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, and he smiled. “You smell like ocean.”

  “Is that good?”

  “I like.” And as if to prove it to her, his face dipped down to her secret flesh. His mouth closed over it in the sweetest kiss of all.

  Lindsey arched as overwhelming desire bubbled through her womb. She cried out to feel Bacoj’s tongue sweep over the pink petals of her core, scooping up the sticky honey of her need. Every sense was alive, every cell of her being electric with an ache of the deepest pleasure she’d ever known. Her feet drummed helplessly against his back in reaction. He chuckled against her mound.

  Bacoj laved her thoroughly, leaving none of her folds untasted. He held her thighs tight to his shoulders, stilling her lower body for his attentions. Lindsey’s upper body writhed, caught up in the thrills that raced through her being. The warm ball of pleasure built thick in her belly, pressing at the confines of her body until she thought she might faint.

  Every time his tongue found her clitoris, a bright bolt of sensation crashed through her womb, leaving Lindsey moaning. It felt so good, yet it was torment too. She felt she might explode if he didn’t quit.

  But instead of halting the delicious torture, Bacoj increased it. His lips closed over the hard nub of hungry flesh, holding it in their soft vise as his tongue flicked quickly back and forth. Then Lindsey did beg him to stop, her voice strangled with need. “Don’t, please, stop, stop, STOP!”

  She grabbed handfuls of his thick, soft hair, trying to push him off. The sensation was overwhelming, straining her beyond endurance. She couldn’t take it, it was too much, he was killing her with bliss…

  Molten ecstasy filled her and exploded outward. A bright flash of lightning filled her loins, and she screamed as overwhelming sensation flung her into a pulsing nirvana of exhilarating pleasure. Waves of bliss pounded through her body, and she had a vague knowledge that she was now grinding against Bacoj’s face, riding every throb of delicious fulfillment, the likes of which she’d never imagined. His mouth shattered her in a million glorious pieces, and she didn’t care if she never came together again.

  The bright point ebbed, giving her a brief moment of breath, then another brilliant flare filled her. Then another. And once more.

  An eternity later, Lindsey slowly returned to herself, sobbing in the wake of her first orgasm. Bacoj climbed over her to embrace her gently, murmuring softly to her in his own language. She held onto him tightly as she regained reality. His arms surrounded her, keeping her safe and whole.

  He made sure I enjoyed it. He could have selfishly done his business with me, taken what he wanted without any concern at all for my enjoyment. But he didn’t.

  The alien’s consideration and generosity was a pleasant surprise. More than anything, Lindsey suddenly wanted to return the favor. She wanted to make him feel good too.

  She felt his sexes nudge at her still trembling flesh, and she suddenly realized what the second penis was for.

  The Church’s greatest sin. Holy crap, did Earth know about this? Is that why they hated the Kalquorians so much?

  Bacoj slipped a hand between them, probing her secret flesh. “Tight. To make ready,” he whispered, and he slipped a finger inside her sex. Lindsey gasped to feel something inside her body re-igniting the clamoring need so recently discovered. Her sheath grasped at the invader.

  The alien moved his finger in and out, delighting her senses. His mouth seized hers as he pleasured her, and she tasted herself on him, salty and sweet.

  Bacoj added a second finger, and she groaned into his mouth. Lindsey had always felt ambiguous about sex. It was far too deadly to chance on pre-Armageddon Earth, and never having found a man she could trust fully enough to marry, she’d

  dismissed all thoughts of intimacy. But now need was roaring through every cell of her body, demanding and overwhelming her.

  The alien male pulled his fingers free, and she whimpered with loss. Then one of those fingers, slick with her juices, settled over her anus, and she froze despite her body’s eager throb.

  Unlawful. The worst sin imaginable. Death penalty if caught.

  “Easy,” Bacoj murmured, and Lindsey realized she’d been holding her breath. She released it slowly.

  “Sorry,” she apologized, forcing herself to relax. The bliss from his bite contented her once more. “Bad memories of what could happen for such things with the old regime.”

  He nodded, his expression sympathetic. “Earther Mataras on Kalquor also suffer emotion pain much. We know this touch scare you. I promise no harm.”

  Bacoj slowly pressed his finger inside her taboo orifice, gently stretching her open. The sensation wasn’t painful at all, not even uncomfortable. It was just strange, in a heady sort of delightful way Lindsey wouldn’t have been able to describe to another person. When he moved back down and his mouth found her swollen nether lips again, the feeling of him filling her back there grew in pleasure. Little shocks of excitement sizzled through her lower regions.

  Bacoj inserted a second finger, extending her boundaries farther still. The initial ache of unaccustomed girth somehow only added to the growing desire now warming her belly. Lindsey’s groan was answered by a growl from the alien as he licked and sucked at the soft petals of her sex.

  She closed her eyes, wanting only the sensation of the fingers working in and out of her, of him mouthing her until she tiptoed on the precipice of another climax. Lindsey dug her fingers into Bacoj’s hair, her head lolling from side to side as he pleasured her in a way she’d never even dreamed of.

  Some sacrifice I’m making. I wouldn’t mind doing this on a regular basis.

  A tiny spasm clenched her guts; a gentle precursor to better things on the horizon. Lindsey reached for bliss even as Bacoj pulled free of her. She opened her eyes with a whine of deprivation.

  He grinned at her as he climbed up to crouch over her. “You ready,” he said.

  “Oh yes. I certainly am.”

  His hand went between them, adjusting himself. His rigid lengths, poised at the entrances to both her nether orifices, were hot and slick. She was suddenly eager to feel him inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting his invasion.

  “Matara,” he whispered, his face softening. She basked in the heat of his gaze. He kissed her and she tasted her salty flavor on his lips.

  He pressed into her softness, letting her slowly envelop him. Lindsey’s breath caught to feel him enter her carefully, letting her body adjust to his. As he slowly filled her, she felt a quiet ache again from her tighter orifice. Greater still was the pleasure of

  joining with another body, to be made one with a separate being. No wonder so many of the Church’s adherents had been unable to resist the sins that could send them to prison or execution. The bliss was too profound.

  The sudden pain from her lower parts made her struggle to get out from under Bacoj. He kissed her face, whispering, “Apology, apology. First sex, pain. Done now.”

  Of course. He’d breached the virgin barrier, tearing the thin wall of flesh that proved her innocence. Lindsey quieted, letting him soothe her as the brief agony faded.

  Bacoj continued to ease inside her, and even as her anal passage became more grudging in its acceptance of the thickness, she relished the feeling of being possessed. The slight discomfort somehow added to the overall experience, and Lindsey felt herself gentle even more to the Kalquorian’s need. He alternated between looking into her face, his lips parted in an expression of bliss, and closing his eyes as he savored her tight warmth.

  Bacoj finally reached his end, his masculine flesh embedded deep within her. Slow spasms from her sheath clutched at him, and he groaned, pausing for a moment to lie still. The sensations threatened his control. The Earther was so hot inside. Yielding. Wet. He’d never felt her like, and he was glad he’d already brought her to pleasure. He wouldn’t last long, not in the sweet, balmy confines of her intimate sleeves. Had she demanded all their food in return for this moment, he’d have gladly given it to her.

  He looked into her alien eyes, the brown almost swallowed by her strange round pupils. Despite the oddness of her eyes and her starved frame, he saw her beauty. The richness of her soft chestnut hair, her full lips, the rounded hips that deprivation hadn’t quite erased yet … all these things demanded his appreciation. And the look on her face made his heart thrum quicker. The expression of soft wonderment and the glazed rapture in her eyes tugged at his emotions. She intrigued him, this lovely little Lindsey. He wanted to know her more than just carnally.

  Her hands traced over his face and torso, her eager touch telling him she liked his appearance as well. Her mouth curved in a slight smile as she looked up at him. Bacoj was perversely glad he’d crashed the shuttle. Making love to this little Earther was worth the censure he’d receive.

  He pulled his hips back, leaving the warm interior of Lindsey’s body. She moaned a protest to feel him go, drawing back until only the tips of his penises remained within her. He chuckled as he reassured her. “No finish, Lindsey. I give more.”

  He pressed back inside her, filling the yawning emptiness. She sighed. And groaned anew as Bacoj found his rhythm, slipping in and out of her flesh with amazing friction. Ticklish heat was building again, fed by the growing strength of the alien’s thrusts.

  Lindsey’s hips moved of their own accord, meeting Bacoj’s with primal knowledge. She might have never known a man before, but her body instinctively identified the mechanics of mating. Their groins slapped together explosively, a loud

  counterpoint to the soft, wet sounds of flesh sliding into flesh. A growl slipped from Bacoj’s throat, and a thrill of desire shivered through Lindsey at the animal sound.

  The pace became more frantic, and rapture expanded as Bacoj’s driving length found a spot so sensitive within Lindsey’s passage that she forgot to breathe. Physical elation overcame her, and she tipped over the edge into mindless ecstasy once more. Bacoj’s cries joined hers, and the thickness within her pulsed as if to burst through the walls of her sex. He pounded harder than ever, but the hurt from his eager use only added to the orgasm that throbbed through her entire being. Waves of heat beat against her womb, casting her higher and higher.

  At last he collapsed over her, blanketing her with his big, warm body. Lindsey had never known such sweet satisfaction.

  “You well?” Bacoj whispered in her ear.

  “Oh boy. You’d better believe it.”

  “Good. I happy you enjoy me.”

  “Did I do okay?”

  Bacoj propped up on one elbow to smile down at her. “You feel good. Most good I know.” He huffed in frustration. “I no have words for goodness you give.”

  She giggled. “I think I get the idea.”

  Bacoj grinned, and a sound from one end of the room stole his attention away. “Apology,” he said and looked at Lindsey once more. “You sex Vax now?”

  Lindsey looked at the two men still leaning against the wall. She’d forgotten they were there, watching her with their leader. She wondered that she didn’t feel embarrassed, but the euphoria from Bacoj’s bite persisted. It actually turned her on that she’d had an audience.

  Vax smiled hopefully at her. “What about your arm?” she asked.

  “We find way.” There was no doubt in his voice. His eyes were very dark, and his flesh was very eager.

  Bacoj lifted off her. “Lindsey go top Vax? Easiest for injury.”

  Lindsey licked her lips. “Hmm. That sounds pretty good.”

  Vax joined her on the bed, sitting on its edge as Bacoj moved to stand next to Japohn. Lindsey straddled the heavily breathing Imdiko. His encased arm was like a block of wood between them. Despite his obvious excitement to have her in his lap, he winced.

  “Lay back,” Lindsey encouraged. “I don’t want to bump your arm and hurt it.”

  “Wait,” Bacoj said. He suddenly disappeared in a blur of movement, and Lindsey’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d never seen anything move so fast. Bacoj could beat a cheetah in a foot race.

  “Are you all that quick?” she asked.

  Bacoj was suddenly next to them. “Yes.” He held a clear tube with orange liquid against Vax’s neck.

  “Bacoj—” Vax began, protest on his face.

  The Dramok growled something in his own language, and the smaller alien’s mouth snapped shut. A hiss sounded from the tube, and Bacoj pulled it, now empty, from his clanmate’s skin.

  “No pain,” he told Lindsey, stepping away from the bed.

  “Good,” she said, seeing the line between Vax’s eyebrows ease. “But lay back anyway. I still don’t want to make it worse.”

  He brushed her cheek with his good hand, smiling. “You kind.” He reclined on the bed, letting his fingers trail down her body. She shivered as he captured a nipple, rolling it gently between his fingertips. For all his easy nature and tender touches, Vax was still a hell of a lot bigger than her, and she felt his strength. Lindsey had no doubt he could dominate her even with the one arm incapacitated. The thought sent shivers down her spine, and she wondered at her excitement. Why would being helpless with this man make her so gooey with desire?

  It had to be the intoxicant. Reassured, she leaned over him to kiss his smiling mouth. Her tongue peeked out to taste his lips, and he parted them. Lindsey explored his mouth much as Bacoj had hers. She licked over his tongue, his teeth, and the roof of his mouth where she found the smooth hardness of his folded fangs. Sandwiched between their bodies, she felt the slick twin prods of his arousal pressing against her belly.

  Her hands wandered over him, worshipping the amazing physique with touch. Were all Kalquorians in such good physical condition, or had she just stumbled across the best examples of their kind?

  Vax groaned against her lips. “Apology, Lindsey. No wait long.”

  He was worried he wouldn’t last long enough to ensure her pleasure. That he cared raised her estimation of him. “When were you last with a woman?” she asked, curious.

  He muttered something in his own language, and Japohn translated. “On Dantovon, when I join clan. Few days before war.”

  “Two years?” No wonder he was so fervent with need. “Okay, Vax. Tell me what you want.”

  “Raise.” His hand gripped her hip and pressed upward.

  She sat up on her knees, bringing her sex to hover just over his. He released her to grip both penises, positioning them so that they poised to enter her.

  “Down slow. Do no hurt you. Careful.”

  He was every bit as solicitous as Bacoj had been, concern for her enjoyment and comfort paramount. Lindsey decided these Kalquorians were honorable men. She couldn’t imagine the race bombing Earth’s cities into oblivion, war or not.

  Lindsey moved slowly as he directed, though she wanted to plunge down, taking his flesh deep into hers. She was excited all over again and eager to experience more of the unexpected joys of intercourse.

  Vax’s turgid masculinity parted her wet folds, and she sighed to feel the thick invader slowly enter her body. Next came the press against her anal orifice, and Lindsey shuddered against the rush of passion that came with the taboo incursion. Was it the sensation of being utterly filled or the delight of partaking in forbidden fruit that made the penetration so enthralling? She didn’t know. Right now, she didn’t care. All that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure of intense fulfillment.

  She lowered down on him, both of them softly groaning as she took all of him in. Lindsey was amazed at how much she liked sex. Her mother had classified it as pleasant. Moderation could have been Tara’s middle name, but her description was well beneath low-key.

  Pleasant, indeed. Coupling with a man is more along the lines of mind-blowing screaming ecstasy. I’ll have to find Mom a thesaurus.

  Being so much bigger than her, the width of Vax’s hips made it difficult for Lindsey to rise up on her knees. She struggled for just a moment before getting her feet flat on the bed, turning her kneel into a squat. She placed her palms on the sculpted planes of his chest for support, carefully avoiding his injured arm and making him take her weight as her hips moved over his. In and out, the friction warming her, spurring her insides to spasm with pleasure. Boy, it sure felt right to her. “Is this okay?” she asked.