He wasn’t rough, but there was no mistaking the demand she surrender as he continued to plunder her mouth and pull her into himself. Surrender, she did. She had no choice.

  He broke the kiss and swept her up in his arms. Toni was conscious they traded the night on the balcony for the deeper black of her bedroom. She was also aware of her tingling lips, the ghost of his kiss imprinted on them.

  Then she was lying on her back, his deep, hulking shadow looming above her. He’d laid her on her bed, crossways so her legs draped over the side. He descended on her, a mythological god claiming a trembling mortal he’d sighted from Mount Olympus and lusted for.

  Who the hell needs to roleplay when you have a man like this? He’s fantasy incarnate. It was her sole lucid thought before he kissed her anew.

  It wasn’t merely the taste of his tongue as he devoured her. His weight pressed on her, an erotic pressure asserting his power. He shifted against her, the friction igniting her senses. Her arms and legs, of their own volition, circled him so she could writhe in response.

  He kissed the entirety of her face, not merely pecking but truly kissing. She felt the warm darts of his tongue as he sampled the skin of her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin. Then came the hardness of his teeth as nipped…not painfully, but most definitely excitingly…along her jawline to her earlobe.

  Then he nuzzled the side of her neck. He lifted from her, allowing space for his hands to run along her collarbone, her breasts, her torso. They climbed up again, once more far from gentle but firm in demand. Toni gasped to be touched as if he had the authority to command her.

  Is this what I want? To be taken as if he has every right to do so? The wet warmth escaping her pussy insisted she did. Imon made her previous lovers seem weak, and he’d barely started. Her mind reeled at the realization.

  Cool air chased after where his mouth wandered. As he tasted her collarbone, then nuzzled between her breasts, she realized he was easing her blouse open along the front. He didn’t attempt to remove her bra; he merely shoved it up to get at the bared mounds.

  His fingers plucked already taut nipples, and she cried out at the jolt of sheer delight arrowing straight to her clit. Her pleasure rang loud a second time when his hot mouth descended, sucking the peak in deep.

  A second mouth claimed hers before she’d finished voicing her enjoyment. Her senses scrambled, confused ecstasy reigning for a few seconds. She finally remembered Feru and Wovir’s presences. Which man kissed her at the moment, she couldn’t have said. All she knew was clamoring arousal weakened her more to their hungers.

  Some part of the edge of her mind, somehow retaining cognizance of her situation, whispered even if she wanted to say the Kalquorian word Imon had given her, the word she couldn’t quite remember now, she wouldn’t be able to speak.

  Again, no pain…but she felt mauled as the pair enjoying her devoured her mouth and breasts. Her pussy clamored for its share of attention, soaking the crotch of her panties so she was certain her pants must be wet as well. Her senses riveted where the men kissed and sucked and where she wanted them most, as if she were a collection of sensual bits and pieces. In those small parts where she existed, she’d never been so alive. So awake. So there.

  Then Imon traveled down, licking and nipping a path. Toni became aware her fingers had buried in his thick hair, no longer pinned under his weight as he shifted. Such luxurious silkiness, so different from her own cotton candy curls that fluffed around her head.

  Thoughts of hair fled as the man who’d been kissing her…instinct claimed it was Feru, though the room’s dimness and his position made it too hard to see…moved down to claim the breasts Imon had given up. The Dramok was now nuzzling her navel, so close to where she ached to have him.

  Another pair of firm lips pressed hers. Teeth closed on her lower lip and tugged, prompting her to open for the third man’s dizzying kiss as rough hands framed her face and held her prisoner. Had the other two kissed her with such devastating thoroughness? She was no longer sure as Wovir plundered voracious and insistent.

  Feru was no slouch as he devoted himself to her breasts. His kisses rained on them steadily, then his tongue flicked the rigid tips until she attempted to squirm…an impossibility under the men’s combined weight, though they were careful to keep from squashing her. The Imdiko gave himself over to sucking, the soft sounds loud between her helpless moans.

  Imon lifted, and Toni’s fingers slipped through his long hair as he slid out of reach. A tug at the fly of her slacks and a greater tug on her waistband, and the fabric of her pants and her soaked panties unpeeled from her ass, thighs, and slithered down her ankles. Then it was gone.

  She lost the ability to breathe when he gripped the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. Cool air caressed her splayed sex…then a puff of balmy warmth. His breath. Toni groaned and lifted her hips, seeking.

  Instead of feeling his lips or tongue on her clamoring sex, she sensed them in the crease between her thigh and vulva. He traced a slow line there, then slowly mouthed his way on her soft, inner thigh toward her knee. He’d been so close!

  Despite not yet having contact where it would feel best, Toni felt herself ravaged by the clan’s ardent kisses. It occurred to her the darkness enhanced the sensations. Robbed of sight, her skin was heightened to everything the men did to her. The sounds of their mouths on her flesh were amplified. The tongue licking the crease of her knee was as erotic as any touch she’d ever known.

  No doubt they, boasting more sensitive sight, could see her perfectly fine. The vulnerability of being on display when she was incapable of viewing them added to her surprising excitement.

  Imon switched to her other knee, then began kissing up her thigh. Would he finally taste her where it would be sweetest? Did she dare hope?

  Feru’s fingertips swirled a slow circle below her breasts, on which he continued to feast. He began to cycle them downward gradually, a light tickle that enticed. Perhaps he would touch her sex if Imon wouldn’t. Toni wadded bed coverings in her fists as she waited and hoped. Meanwhile, Wovir persisted in kissing her, leaving her breathless.

  Feru reached the top of her mound at the same second Imon found where her womanhood met her leg. Toni was suspended in agony as they paused for a heartbeat, wondering if either would grant her his desperately needed touch.

  At the same moment, Feru’s fingers slid on top of her clit and Imon dove into an open-mouth kiss to her softest flesh. Lightning flashed in her skull as pleasure barreled through her. Her feet kicked. Her cry was muffled by Wovir’s tongue, still exploring and claiming.

  Waves of yearning crashed through her as Imon’s tongue filled her pussy and Feru rubbed her engorged bud. Her moans gained volume when Wovir’s lips left hers. A part of her wanted to be embarrassed by how loud she was, how blatant her eagerness was betrayed, but she was mostly beyond such cares. Nothing mattered but what they did to her and how incredible it was.

  She was aware of a delicious sweetish-spicy scent invading her nostrils but didn’t pay attention to it until something hot and slick trailed across her lips. Her first instinct was it must be Wovir’s tongue, and hers slid out to greet it. A flavor, reminiscent of cinnamon-sugar, danced on her tastebuds an instant before she understood what she was licking.

  Prophets save me, is this his cock? Is this what I’ve heard of, that they lubricate as women do?

  It seemed it was. One taste, and Toni couldn’t get enough. She’d heard the giggles on Haven, particularly when she’d visited the bakery near the home she and her mother Rosa had shared there, about “Kalq-flavored breakfast rolls.” It had never occurred to her the species’ natural wetness could taste like pastry.

  She eagerly lapped as the tip of Wovir’s shaft continued to outline her lips. She claimed every drop of the spicy sweetness her tongue could reach. He’d momentarily released her, no doubt to open his pants, but had returned to holding her head between his hands, limiting her movement. She keened a wordless plea, both to him and the pair playing with her avid pussy. She needed to be filled, preferably in both places.

  “Hungry Matara,” Wovir’s voice growled from overhead.

  As if to punish her for wanting him too much, the slick cock disappeared. As Toni readied a protest, it returned. But no, this surface was broader. When she licked it, there was a different taste, an added salt component rendering him more luscious. Pre-cum, her mind exulted as her pussy spasmed on Imon’s searching tongue.

  Wet sounds filled her ears: her eager lapping the end of Wovir’s cock, Feru on her breasts, and Imon on her cunt. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Trills of bliss suffused her entire being, especially as Feru massaged her clit. Ecstasy beckoned, and her sex clenched again.

  Wovir had held back, edging only close enough for her to swirl her seeking tongue on the tip of his length. He crept closer until he passed the border of her lips. She sucked greedily as he slid along her tongue, consuming him as she was consumed. He tasted so good!

  She was aware of his smaller cock sliding beneath her chin and leaving a wet trail. She gloried in the decadence of carnality as he slowly pumped his intimate hunger deep, stopping just ahead of triggering her gag reflex.

  Toni gasped when Imon’s finger replaced his tongue in her womanhood. He resumed licking her surrounding folds while driving in her. She hadn’t noticed him draping her legs on his shoulders to free his hands. One held her spread open so his tongue could investigate every nook and cranny.

  Her pulse throbbed in her ears and pussy. In her clit, upon which Feru hadn’t relented for an instant. Stronger jolts of excitement struck, and she thought she might come soon if the Imdiko didn’t let up. He showed no sign of doing so, and her breasts tingled from his ardent attention.

  A spurt of Wovir’s passion was joined by his groan. He was getting close, she believed. Would he come in her mouth? The idea thrilled her.

  Before she could scheme to make it happen, Imon thrust a second finger in her. He searched and found a spot that filled her with a blast of pure heat. All at once, she was on the precipice of orgasm, forgetting everything else as rapture twisted tight, then tighter.

  “Now, my beauty.” Imon’s whisper somehow pierced the thundering of her heart. He stroked her magic spot again just as Feru’s mouth left her breasts and battened on her clit.

  The room was dark, but starburst flared her vision white-blind. Sheer rapture ripped through her. Surge after surge rippled through her, leaving her suspended in paradise.

  She returned by degrees, gratified but not quite sated. Throbbing heat still slid over her tongue, coating it in spicy sweetness. Feru’s wet mouth had resumed its eager devotion to her breasts. Imon had assumed command of her clit, sucking and licking as his fingers worked her.

  There was a difference, however. As the mists of climax cleared and settled in the slighter hum of returning arousal, Toni realized Imon had moved from her sex to her ass. He was readying her for the penetration that was part and parcel of sex with Kalquorians.

  A sliver of anxiety and excitement twined. Could she do this? Other women had. Surely she could too. Wovir’s secondary, still slipping back and forth beneath her chin, suddenly felt awesomely huge.

  The thread of nervousness didn’t want to listen to common sense. Prodded by the activities of her lovers…those men certainly knew what they were doing, and it was no lie…Toni couldn’t find the strength to call a halt. Imon’s talented tongue was short-circuiting her fears, making her reckless as she built toward another incredible release. Truth be told, his fingers there didn’t feel half bad. Kind of exciting, in fact.

  But his massive cock…

  As if given a signal, the three men abruptly ceased their activities. Toni wasn’t given time to protest the loss of cock, mouths, and fingers. Muscled arms swung her up, and she was abruptly up against an iron torso.

  “Arms and legs around me, lovely,” Imon said in a surprisingly commanding tone. It startled her into quickly complying. She wrapped her arms about his neck, and her legs circled his waist.

  She realized he was kneeling at the foot of her bed. His forearm supported her buttocks, but what grabbed her attention were the stiff prods beneath. Hands…she had no idea whose they were…adjusted the Dramok so he poised on the threshold of entering her from front and behind.

  “Easy does it,” he whispered and seized her mouth in one of his heart-stopping kisses. He shifted as his tongue stroked hers, and his primary edged in. After a moment, its twin found the place where she’d never entertained a lover.

  She concentrated on relaxing, confirming she was indeed doing this. At first, having been stretched by his fingers, it was easy. It was even good, being filled so thoroughly. The contact of many hands holding her, guiding her, keeping her safe, reassured her. Feru and Wovir were there, eager to introduce her to their clandestine pleasures.

  A slight ache woke as Imon’s tapered girth widened. She wondered about her ability to accommodate him anew. But it added to the thrill of the taboo act rather than detracting from it. Relax, she insisted to herself. She concentrated on the incredible feeling of his thickness in her pussy, of her breasts mashing his chest, of his warmth, of the decadent kiss lighting fireworks. On all the sensations helping to make the growing discomfort less important. She didn’t miss a part of her reveled in the harsher demands being made of her flesh. It was a most fascinating and titillating discovery.

  It was far from her last. Just as the ache bloomed into actual pain, Imon’s primary reached the magic spot in her where his fingers had helped send her to ecstasy. Physical elation resounded like a gong, and the hurt transformed to greater rapture. She gasped, tearing her lips from his as she spiraled close to orgasm.

  He groaned as her nails dug in his back. “There we go. Right where we want you.”

  She was glad her reaction wasn’t impeding his pleasure. She couldn’t have eased her grip if her life depended on it. She was full and the friction on her hotspot was unrelenting. She’d never known such incredible excitement. Thunderclaps of ecstasy reverberated through her. Only Imon’s careful pace kept her from coming.

  She sensed him watching her as she moaned and her head tossed. She was so close. On the verge.

  He stopped, and she garbled an inarticulate quarrel. She strained to move, to capture the elusive climax hovering just beyond reach. Imon gently kissed her forehead, nose, and cheeks.

  “Easy, precious. You’ve taken the entirety of me. Now quiet. Be so very quiet for a few moments.”

  She shook her head violently. She wanted what he’d offered, what he was now refusing her. He was implacable, holding her still so she couldn’t claim glory. He and the others, who also surrounded and held her.

  “Hush, Toni. There’s no rush. You’ll have all you want from us, but you must listen to me now.”

  She uttered what sounded like a sob. Recognizing she had no power to take what she wished, she subsided.

  “There you go. There’s a sweet lady. How are you feeling?”

  How was she feeling? Was he kidding?

  “Any pain?” He stroked her hair, soothing her clamoring brain and body. “This is your first time making love to a Kalquorian. Pay attention to what your body is telling you beyond arousal.”

  She quieted, recognizing his concern. Held motionless, she regained her ability to think. To recognize he was intent on preventing injury. As she should be, despite the violent urge to climax.

  She had two cocks in her. She was close to bursting, which was what produced such intense friction to her inner hotspot, to the point she’d lost her better sense. Endorphins had gone crazy, leaving her aware of only base urgings. An animal instinct to mate had overtaken caution for a dizzying minute or two.

  “A little aching,” she finally concluded. “It’s fading. Nothing to make me think you’ve injured me.”

  “Excellent.” The approval in his tone warmed her…an irritating response, given how she’d never based her actions on a man’s praise. It was stubbornly there, nonetheless, and it persisted as he continued to speak. “We’ll continue. But at our pace, not yours. We’ve had some experience when it comes to Earthers, so you’ll have to trust we know what we’re doing.”

  She had to admit he was right. Especially if it means I get more of what this night promises.

  “I’ll let you impress me then,” she smirked. “But you are good, so I take no responsibility for my enthusiasm, should I lose control.”

  Her sally was greeted by boisterous laughter from the three men. Imon kissed the tip of her nose. “Noted and thank you for the compliment. We’ll be ready.”

  His arms, wrapped around her hips, lifted her. The humor ended in an instant as his cocks drew outward, rubbing her where it felt best. Her breath caught.

  He nearly emptied her of himself, then he pulled her down. She grabbed handfuls of his long hair in clenched fists. Her legs tightened on his waist as passion licked hot where the friction was best.

  “So soft but snug,” he groaned. “Warm and wet. You feel fucking amazing, woman.”

  She had no reply. Already he’d rendered her speechless as lust consumed her. When he was fully embedded in her, he ground them together, rubbing her clit. Surges of purest pleasure filled her, radiating up her spine until she thought her head might explode.

  His pace picked up. His hips thrust up as he brought her down. She quailed at his power, intuiting her helplessness. As before, she received a shock at how much excitement she took from the realization she had no true defense against the man, save what he granted her. Yet he claimed no advantage of it. Her wishes and wellbeing were his mandate.

  Where have you been all my life?

  She had a terrifying earthquake moment immediately after the thought woke in her mind. It was just as quickly banished when he slid outward…and her backside was emptied.

  “Slow and easy again,” he whispered as his angle shifted. “Stay relaxed for the next step.”