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He found her sweet spot, his double thickness massaging it ferociously. A blast of elation seized Irene, as close to orgasm as she could be without actually going over. Her cry rang through the air.
“That right. We made for this, you and I.”
Rusp’s growl was a distant rumble of thunder in the wake of the blinding jolt. He continued to creep in, causing every hair on Irene’s body to stand up. Had the endless invading stroke been any quicker, she would have come. As it was, she was kept on the precipice, climax in sight but just out of reach.
She remained hovering there when Rusp’s groin met hers. He held still as she strained beneath him, desperate for the final push to ecstatic oblivion. Her wordless pleas went unanswered, and after several seconds, the frantic yearning retreated enough for her to regain some of her senses.
“Rusp,” she moaned. “Please.”
“You close, yes? I feel hungry cunt pull my cocks. You come while both in you if I let.”
“Let me, please? I need to.”
His grin was fierce. “I think about it.”
He began to pull out, as slowly as he’d filled her. Again, Irene was brought to the verge and left there to suffer exquisite torment until he was nearly gone.
“Like see you want me.” Rusp paused, his gaze greedy on her. “Like you desire for my fucking. Now watch you come hard for me.”
He shoved in, all at once. Irene detonated, her vision flashing white as orgasm tore through her.
All was tumultuous frenzy. Rusp pounded her, his flesh smacking hers as she seized and seized and seized. Climax still convulsed her when he released her, pulled out, and flipped her on her stomach.
She was barely aware of him holding her hips, pulling them into the air. Pressure on her ass offered a dim warning; her pussy was flexing strongly yet, giving her no room to think. Delicious hurt woke as his larger cock burrowed in her ass, larger than what she’d had before. Her spasms doubled as he pushed in, his smaller cock returning to her womanhood.
She gasped and clawed as he had her, his loins clapping against her ass. He rutted her like an animal, his grunts of effort bestial as he took her from behind. She squalled in the sheets when his finger and thumb found her clit and pinched. She was unable to tell if she was trapped in a continuous orgasm, or if several happened in quick succession. Terrible rapture consumed her, until she lost all sense of herself. Nothing but ruthless bliss existed.
A long, drawn-out groan sounded in the cataclysm. The thumping rhythm of bodies colliding slowed, then ended. The chaos began to quiet, and Irene was back in her shaking body. The thick steel in her pulsed, and she realized the soft animal moans were Rusp’s, announcing each surge of passion he shot in her.
He rolled onto the bed, on his side, taking her along so she was cradled in the curve of his muscled frame. He thrust gently as the jerks of his cocks began to taper off, his arms clutching her tightly to him.
Irene trembled in the wake of their violent joining, grateful he held her close to his warmth. Jemi crept onto the bed to curl next to her, Sherv crawling behind him and propping himself on his elbow to look at her over his clanmate’s shoulder. She thought maybe she should say something, but she could only utter nonsense syllables.
“Take time,” Jemi said. “Big orgasm. Need to rest some minutes. Then stim tab.”
What she needed was a coma to recover. It was beyond her to tell them so, however. Irene closed her eyes and allowed herself to slowly come down, basking in the warmth of the men nestled against her.
She wasn’t sure how many minutes had elapsed when Sherv roused her by saying her name. She blinked at him and the other two watching her. “Hey.”
“Get late. You go home, not get in trouble.” His expression said he was reluctant to send her away.
“Yeah.” Reality barged in. Irene didn’t want to move, but there was the risk of someone invading her quarters to check on her. It had been months since Donald had roused Dolores in the middle of the night so he could do just that. Fausto’s vigorous protests about disturbing Irene’s sleep, which could cause her voice to be less than perfect during performances, had held them off. Who knew when the security head might decide an unannounced inspection might be worth an argument?
She accepted the stim tab, as well as another blast of pain inhibitor. There was no doubt she’d be sore the next day. She thought it would be a wonderful soreness, however, a reminder of the amazing night she’d shared with her Kalquorian friends.
She paused before leaving the bed to stroke each of their faces. Her sadness was mirrored on their expressions. It was the height of unfairness to have found such wonderful men, for them to have offered her incredible experiences in music and intimacy, just to lose them in a few days. Perhaps sooner. This might very well be their last moment together.
Irene felt the bars of her prison and almost dissolved in tears. Only the image of her parents kept her from the temptation of asking to stay.
* * * *
Irene neared the theater. She’d showered in the clan’s ship, and they’d helped. They hadn’t been able to leave her side until she at last stepped through the vessel’s hatch, disguised in her Odeergin gear.
She felt pathetic clinging to the wisp of connection that was Rusp following to keep her safe until she reached her quarters. He was nowhere in sight when she checked, but she trusted him. If someone challenged her, he’d appear and get her out of trouble.
She noticed as she hurried through the arrival and departure bay there were two or three others in view at any one time. The knots of Kalquorian crewmen had disappeared, as had nearly everyone else. The feeling of a slumbering station was comforting.
She’d opted to go to the theater first and hide the disguise. Valentina had been hovering nearby far too often since nearly catching Irene hanging the Odeergin costume on the rack. Irene wasn’t positive the tempestuous star was watching her, but she hated to take chances. It seemed more likely Valentina would realize the same cloak and headpiece appeared in Mrs. Hoffman’s laundry bag than Irene being caught in the hallways in the dead of night. There were other costumes in wardrobe she could put on to help her sneak to her quarters unidentified. Though they wouldn’t have the same effect as the frightening Odeergin getup, she believed they’d help her escape detection from casual curiosity.
