The Kalquorians followed them at a respectful distance, watching the couple seat themselves. Tara arranged her legs in the lotus position on a thin yoga mat while Aaron perched on a sofa cushion. His injury no longer allowed him to sit with the proper posture.

  Bacoj whispered to Lindsey, “We see Earther meditate? Know how Kalquorian meditate. Curious of Earther chants, postures.”

  “Our form of meditation isn’t much to look at, especially since we’ve had to keep it secret for our whole lives. We sit quietly with our eyes closed, searching for peace within. No extra movement or chants.”

  She motioned them towards the stairwell. As they left her parents behind, Bacoj returned to his normal speaking voice. “You religion god no anger you share with us?”

  Lindsey looked up to him to make sure she understood his meaning. The darkness of his eyes as he gazed up and down her body left little doubt, but she clarified anyway. “You mean having sex?”

  He nodded, a grin slowly taking over his face. “Yes. You god allow share sex with aliens?”

  Lindsey warmed all over. “In Buddhism we have no god to sit in judgment, no sins to pay for except the karmic debt we place upon ourselves.”

  Bacoj’s smile faded. He looked to Japohn and Vax, but they only shook their heads helplessly.

  Lindsey sighed. “You’ll have to speak better English for me to explain my faith so you can understand, or I’ll have to learn Kalquorian. The short answer is my beliefs do not stand in the way of having sex with you.”

  That got them all smiling. Japohn said, “You come with us for rescue ship to Kalquor. You share more during trip?”

  The heat in the three pairs of purple cats’ eyes made things down below clench. Lindsey swallowed. Her voice was husky. “I can’t say I dislike the idea.”

  The men moved to surround her, their hands hot through her clothing. Lindsey reluctantly pushed their eager touches away, looking in the direction of her parents like a guilty teenager. Fortunately, they were hidden behind a large air intake vent that protruded from the roof. “Not here,” she whispered. “Earthers prefer privacy.”

  Vax sounded a little breathless. “We go ship.”

  “Yes,” she answered. The sooner the better. Their brief caresses had excited her, and without hunger hurting her belly, she had no doubt the next round of intimacy would be even better than the first.

  Her heart beating fast in anticipation, Lindsey left the rooftop with the clan.

  * * * *

  They had no sooner entered the clan’s sleeping room when the men all tugged on Lindsey’s clothing. Her clothes disappeared with an alacrity that left her gasping.

  “You sure become assertive when it comes to sexual relations,” she stammered, suddenly naked in the middle of the group.

  Bacoj shucked his knee-high boots and peeled his formsuit off. “Kalquorians strong men. Strong needs.” He helped Vax, who was struggling one-handed to undress.

  “So I noticed.” Lindsey couldn’t help but ogle the three sets of erections surrounding her. Warm arousal suffused her lower regions.

  She calculated. Three days to reach the search party. A couple of days while Bacoj repaired the shuttle. Then a short hop to the rescuers that were transporting Earthers to Kalquor. So she had nearly a week to enjoy this trio of lusty aliens, if they could find the privacy with Lindsey’s parents on board. Lindsey didn’t think it would be too hard to manage. Two years of hiding had taught her plenty about subterfuge.

  Japohn embraced her from behind, his turgid flesh hard against her lower back. His mouth closed over the side of her neck, and she cried out as pinpricks of pain stabbed into her flesh. “Ow! Why are you biting me again?” She struggled helplessly in the big alien’s grip.

  “Makes feel good,” Vax soothed, his hand closing over her breast. His thumb massaged her nipple, bringing it to a hard nub.

  “It makes me feel weak,” she protested as the intoxicant sent languorous pleasure creeping through her body. Her hips bucked against Bacoj’s questing fingers as he explored the damp folds of her sex. She moaned with the sensation. Even the penetration of Japohn’s fangs was fast becoming an erotic thrill.

  Vax tested the weight of her other breast. The warmth of his hand sent a jolt through her. “You like control. We like control. We take control.”

  Japohn released his grip on her neck. He licked the wounds slowly with his cat-scratchy tongue as his big hands kneaded her buttocks. “Vax right. All can no dominate. You submit.”

  “Why me? Why don’t I get a vote in this?” Lindsey wasn’t really protesting anymore. Her mouth was on automatic pilot, asking questions her body had no interest in hearing the answers to.

  Japohn tilted her head back so she could see his humorless smile. Her sex clenched at the sight of ruthless domination in his expression. “Our ship. Our rules.”

  Before meeting the Kalquorians, surrender had never been in Lindsey’s vocabulary. But with Vax’s mouth closing over her breast, Japohn massaging her buttocks and Bacoj slipping his fingers into her inner realms, she abdicated all control. “That’s fair, I suppose,” she sighed, releasing herself to their dictates.

  Mouths and hands delighted her, tasting and groping every inch of her body. She felt devoured, and Lindsey exulted in being consumed. Her hands roamed the chiseled perfection of her three lovers, relishing the muscles that Bernini or Michelangelo might have carved had they been capable of working in the medium of flesh.

  Japohn and Bacoj lifted her into the air, supporting her back against their shoulders, her buttocks in one of each of their hands. They held her thighs spread wide as if she straddled a chair. Vax stepped between her legs, his sexes homing in on her orifices. She watched as he slid into her hearth, groaning as he disappeared into her warmth to fill her with his dark brown delicious lengths.

  Seeing him slipping in and out of her sheaths deepened the pleasure of his thrusts. Lindsey spared a glance at Bacoj and Japohn, who stared intensely as their clanmate took her. Their hungry expressions were identical as they breathed hard through wet, parted lips. Being watched performing the most intimate of acts made her clench hard around Vax’s thick stave, and he groaned in response. A quick look revealed his face soft with hazy bliss.

  Her hands roamed his torso, and he snatched one to his mouth. One at a time, he sucked her fingers into the velvety wetness, twining his tongue around each digit. Then he leaned close to her to ply her lips with a deeply penetrating kiss. He never missed a stroke as he delighted her with his mouth.

  Lindsey’s senses were filled with the gorgeous alien. The sparks of desire were warming to flames, licking through her womb. Vax’s thrusts grew stronger, feeding the blaze. Harder and faster, the friction of his movements inciting combustion until her nether parts were engulfed by the inferno. Her cries rang in the air as she clutched at him. Moments later, his voice joined hers.

  As she shuddered against the Imdiko, Lindsey was dimly aware of the tension singing through the bodies of the other two. The instant Vax reluctantly withdrew from her warmth, Bacoj and Japohn carried her to the bed.

  She found herself on all fours, Japohn’s massive sexes before her eyes as he kneeled in front of her. Renewed excitement pulsed in her womanhood, and her mouth watered at the sharp, cinnamon-like aroma of the Kalquorian. Her tongue peeked out to sample the bullet tip of his larger member, and she heard him catch his breath.

  Japohn did taste like cinnamon. Lindsey had another lick, a longer one to savor the delightful tang of his lubrication. As she drew back a little, rolling his wetness around in her mouth, she saw a pearlescent white drop form at the small opening of his penis.

  She drew it from him with the tip of her tongue. The flavor of his pre-ejaculate was different, sweet, spicy and savory all at once, like a pretzel coated in cinnamon and sugar with the slightest hint of cayenne.

  There was no doubt about it. Kalquorians were delicious.

  With a zeal that made Japohn groan, Lindsey wrapped her mouth around his sex. She sucked him in until she almost gagged on his length. Curling the fingers of one hand around the base of him, she slid her lips back and forth over the hot organ. His pulse pounded against her tongue, and he growled deep in his throat as his hands tangled in her hair.

  Lindsey had forgotten all about Bacoj until he wedged himself behind her. She thrilled to feel his sexes probing at her, the larger one tentatively pressing against her anus. She offered no resistance to the exploration. She recognized the intoxicant from Japohn’s bite was making her reckless, erasing all fears of pain and injury. She didn’t care. Lindsey wanted to know every pleasure the Kalquorians could offer, wanted to experience every form of sex the tyrannical Earth government had denied her.

  She suckled on Japohn as Bacoj eased into her tightest orifice. The pressure against the walls of her tight sleeve bloomed into heady pleasure, making her sex clench hard on the smaller organ breaching it. The ache of taking him so was lost in a wash of desire. She moaned with delight to be so utterly, beautifully filled.

  Japohn wrapped his massive hands around her head, slowly pumping her mouth. Bacoj matched his careful rhythm, his hands gripping her hips. The men worked in tandem, grinding themselves in small circles against her. Lindsey opened herself completely to them, trembling sweetness trickling through her belly as she let them take all they wanted.

  The men chorused gasps, grunts and growls as they thrust harder into her willing flesh. Lindsey was consumed with pleasure at the taking, an eager receptacle to their lust. She’d never known how good it could feel to relinquish control to others, to simply concede to their wants. It was heady, this freedom from responsibility, this surrendering to the Kalquorians’ dictates.

  The higher they took her, the greater her desire to submit became. Bacoj and Japohn drove harder into her warmth, and she exulted in their mastery over her. The little darts of pain from the thick invader working her backside, the brief moments of choking pressure from the massive ram sliding deeper into her throat; these minor discomforts were only incentives to yield more thoroughly to her lovers.

  Japohn rewarded her first, his thick cream pulsing into her greedy mouth as he emitted a long, drawn-out groan. She swallowed the sweet-spicy nectar, her nether regions erupting in spasms as he poured his ecstasy down her throat. Bacoj shouted, his rhythm lost in desperate jerks as he emptied his juices into her tightest passage.

  The three bucked in mindless glory, all thought erased under the sway of consuming rapture. They writhed together until the last sweet throbs of elation left their loins, and they wilted like flowers battered by a summer thunderstorm.

  Vax joined the group on the bed, twining his legs in Japohn’s as he lay behind the Nobek. They lay in a heap of tangled limbs, Bacoj, Lindsey and Japohn gasping in the aftermath of spent passion.

  Once she’d caught her breath, Lindsey took advantage of the relaxed attitudes of the aliens basking in the afterglow. She kept her tone as casual as possible to avoid arousing suspicion.

  “I’m curious. What happens to the Empress’ family if they’re found?”

  Bacoj stretched then curled around her again. “Take to Kalquor. Empress worry for family.”

  Lindsey hated to hear Jessica was concerned over them. Her little sister had always taken on more responsibility than she needed to. And now a mother besides! It gave Lindsey a warm feeling to have a niece bearing her middle name. How sweet of Jessica to have honored her that way and to have given her son Aaron’s middle name too.

  Bacoj stroked her hair, and Lindsey couldn’t help but snuggle against his warmth. She absolutely loved sharing her body with men, with these three at any rate. “But what happens to them? Obviously they’ll want to be close to her, but what kind of work is there for Earthers to do on your planet?”

  Vax propped himself up on Japohn’s meaty shoulder so he could see her on the other side of his much larger clanmate. “Imperial mother and father no require work. Imperial Clan care for all needs.”

  Bacoj added, “Empress’ sister many clans for choose. No her need for work. Join clan with high rank.”

  Japohn grinned at her, the expression softening his fierce visage. “No like Bacoj’s clan. We young. No impress royal sister.”

  Lindsey couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m sure she’d like you fine.”

  Bacoj shrugged. “No want royal sister Lindsey. Like this Lindsey.” He rubbed his already recovering masculinity against her thigh to show her just how much he liked her. She couldn’t help but laugh at the naughty gleam in his eyes.

  Japohn’s brow creased, his suspicious nature showing again. “Odd for you, Empress sister same name.”

  “Not really.” Lindsey kept her voice casual, determined they wouldn’t learn her identity yet. She needed more time to be sure she could trust the alien race. “Lindsey is a common name. I read somewhere that it was in the top ten of female names among English-speaking zones for the last few decades.”

  Vax smiled sweetly, his face sympathetically understanding. “Vax common Kalquor name. Know five Vax where I grow.”

  Japohn patted Vax’s good arm, glancing at his Imdiko with affection that sat strangely on his wary face. “Like this Lindsey. Like this Vax.”

  Before either could respond to the Nobek, shouts sounded from outside the shuttle. In an instant, all three Kalquorians were on their feet, pulling on their formsuits. Even Vax with his injured arm was dressed faster than her eyes could follow.

  “Who is it? Are we being attacked?” she asked, reaching for her clothes.

  There was no answer. She was talking to an empty room.

  After pulling her clothes on, Lindsey hurried into the main cabin of the shuttle where the Kalquorians were gathered. She gaped. The walls and floor of the ship were missing. A crowd of about two dozen Earthers, their expressions hostile, stood on the beach, surrounding them on either side. All were armed with guns and wielded baseball bats.

  After a horrified moment, Lindsey realized the walls and floor were transmitting a vid image of what was going on outside the shuttle. There was still a solid metal surface between her and the unfriendly mob. Her heart learned to beat again.

  Japohn’s voice was noncommittal, his expression almost amused as she stepped close to the clan. “They no welcome as you. No trade sex for food, I think.”

  Lindsey snorted breathless laughter, startled at the big brute’s ability to joke. Japohn just kept surprising her.

  A man near the main hatch of the ship shouted, “Come out, demons! Come out or we’ll come in and get you!” His close-cropped head was squarish, like a block of wood.

  He was dressed in military camouflage, the uniform loosely encasing his spare frame. The muscles on his tanned arms, laid bare by his rolled-up cuffs, were whip-thin. He could have been the poster boy for the hard work of survival.

  “We speak to them?” Bacoj asked Lindsey.

  She sighed. She recognized the group’s speaker as Clive Marsh, a man she’d unaffectionately dubbed as ‘Blockhead’, both for his physical appearance and his attitude. She saw other familiar faces in the mob as well. “Don’t waste your breath. I’ve seen them around, and they’re strong adherents of the former government’s sanctioned religion. They don’t want to talk to you except to maybe torture you for information.”

  Bacoj frowned. “No need torture. We tell truth.”

  “They wouldn’t like what you have to say.”

  Japohn studied her face, anger pinching his features. His hand closed over her arm, and he drew her close to him, wrapping the other arm around her. “They hurt you? Harm Matara Tara, Aaron?”

  His instant protectiveness made Lindsey feel emotionally close to Japohn, which made no sense given she’d only met him this morning. Was it because they’d had sex?

  Now is not the time for soul-searching. Blockhead’s mob isn’t looking to play checkers with these boys.

  “I haven’t given them the opportunity to get to my family. I’ve spied on them and didn’t like what I saw. They raid other groups and steal their supplies, and they’re not above beating people up for what they want. Fortunately, they haven’t found our hideout yet.” Lindsey licked her lips, looking at the forest of bats waving in the air. Being found with the Kalquorians wouldn’t do her any good. “Can they break in?”

  Japohn snorted, his deep voice easily drowning out Blockhead’s continued shouted threats. “No worry come in here.” He bared his fangs at the crowd and addressed Bacoj. “They find engine maybe. Do more damage.”

  The concern in Bacoj’s face deepened. “Can stun. Warn first.” He grasped Lindsey’s hand and tugged her away from Japohn to the one wall still visible, the one between the main cabin and the cockpit. A panel of multicolored buttons was set at his face level, and that’s where he drew her.