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Maybe she did have something in reserve.
Sherv and Rusp had apparently flipped a coin or something to decide who she’d experience next. It was the clan leader who settled beside her and turned her toward him. He’d already stripped naked.
Irene propped on her elbow to look him over. Sherv had the bulkiest build of the trio, well-muscled but not overwhelmingly so. Having dashed headlong into actual sex, she wasn’t shy about tracing the fascinating swells of his physique.
“Do you play sports?” she asked.
“I used to. Less since I get in band because we always playing, rehearsing, writing music. Big workout now is fixing equipment or ship.” He chuckled.
“Human men have to train hard or rely on drugs to achieve this sort of body.”
“Kalquorians natural strong. Our women, few we have, strong bodies the way Jemi is. You look much like them.”
Dolores had made pointed comments about how Irene’s workouts to keep toned and healthy…and to burn off strong emotions she couldn’t safely express…gave her brawn better suited to a man. Irene had managed to restrain herself from telling her building a little muscle was better than drowning her misery in endless bottles of alcohol.
“I tend to intimidate men of my kind since I’m tall and have a powerful appearance for a female.”
“You are perfect. Beautiful.” Sherv smiled as he too explored. His admiring touches were waking her from what she’d thought was absolute satisfaction.
“Thank you.” Her fingertips stroked his larger cock, another impressive specimen. The thought of it and its smaller twin inside her sent a pleasurable jolt through her. From nervous virgin to eager lover…so much had changed in the space of a single evening.
“What else is there?” she wondered out loud. “What more can happen between a man and a woman? Or three men and a woman?”
Sherv cupped her breast and rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Darts of excitement shot straight to her clit, and she shivered. “Many acts. Play with different sensations. Perform roles.”
“Roles? Like acting?”
He nodded. “Your role in the show is member of harem. Many women for one man, opposite of Kalquorian clan.”
“Right.” Her hand curled around his shaft and tugged.
Sherv licked his lips. “You play woman who don’t want to be Xerxes’ Matara…I mean, wife. She forced to serve him.”
“Yes. He was a heathen, and his ways were sinful. The harem is an example of his depravity. According to the Church running Earth and its government, of course.” Irene realized had she been born on Kalquor, she would have had her own miniature harem of three men. So far, she couldn’t say it was such an awful thing.
“Maybe Xerxes, he tie up wives who aren’t happy to be his. Maybe he make prisoner and try to force them enjoy.”
“Instead of simply forcing them for his own amusement?” Irene tried to imagine it, but not Fausto’s version of Xerxes. It would be Sherv teasing her as she played the reluctant harem wife to his lascivious king, tormenting her to a lust to match his own while she was bound helpless.
“She is new wife. No man ever love her before. Xerxes has her tied to sleeping mat naked.” Sherv’s hand was between Irene’s legs, stroking her soft folds as she squirmed. Irene stared at him, caught up in the fantasy.
Rusp was suddenly there. He held soft cords, their ends adjustable loops. Pulling her hand from where it stroked Sherv’s stiff cock, he slipped a loop around her wrist and tightened it carefully. When Sherv rolled her onto her back, the Nobek tied it to a bar on the metal headboard. Irene watched wide-eyed as he secured her other wrist in the same manner.
Meanwhile, Sherv kissed her breasts as he fondled her pussy, his thumb drawing circles around her clit. “New wife lies here, hating him, but can do nothing to stop this clanning night. He comes to her and strips. She fights her ties. Tells him she not want him.”
Irene tugged at the cords on her wrists and the ankle Rusp had captured and secured to the footboard. He was working on the other ankle still, but her half-hearted attempt to struggle free didn’t warrant any strain from him as he immobilized it as well.
“No,” she breathed to Sherv.
“You my wife now. You give me what a wife should. You beg for it after tonight.” Sherv’s purple gaze was rapt on her face as he mouthed a wet path downward.
“Never. I’ll never love you.”
“You will scream my name. You will fight to be favorite wife.” His fingers slid in her, pumping and stroking her magic spot. His thumb rubbed over the top of her clit. Lightning rapture flashed, and Irene’s hips bounced on the bed.
“Never,” she groaned.
“You can’t fight it. You are mine.” His mouth replaced his thumb. He sucked her clit in his maw, his tongue lashing, his fingers fucking her.
