Page 86 of Irene

There was no sound for a few moments from the Nobek who’d been trained as a warrior child to move silently. Then the bed moved. Irene’s torso was lifted onto the thick, muscled thighs of her Nobek conqueror, placed so his demanding cocks were before her. The scent of his arousal was everywhere, and she looked up into the purple eyes of the bearded face. He said nothing but merely nodded his command.

As the other two continued to torment her elsewhere, she grasped the larger, thicker sex at its base. A soft growl issued from Rusp, his eyes lidding as he watched her pump his slick primary. His pulse throbbed beneath her palm.

His hand buried in her hair, and he pulled her to his secondary. Irene had no choice but to surrender to her fierce captor. Offering him a wide-eyed expression that pleaded for mercy, she closed her lips around the tip of his livid cock.

He pressed her down to fill her mouth. A jolt filled her womanhood, and interior muscles clamped onto the fingers fucking her. They immediately stilled, refusing to send her to ecstasy.

Rusp growled again. Irene bobbed over him, her hand matching rhythm on the second shaft, working to please him. His grip on her hair remained tight, reminding her who was in charge.

His natural lubrication was copious, and she had no choice but to swallow the spicy sweetness of his lust. His next growl was pleased as he felt her throat working to accept his excitement, and he patted her cheek in approval.

“Suck and swallow,” he demanded. “Let me feel it, woman.”

She did, her cheeks hollowing in effort. Her pussy’s eager spasms had quieted, and fingers were thrusting deep, building heat. She trembled at the delicious assault.

Rusp tugged her off his secondary. He nodded at the pearlescent bead of pre-cum that had formed on the slit of his primary.

Irene extended her tongue to claim it, watching as he scowled fiercely in anticipation, his pupils dilating to leave slivers of purple irises. She licked the salty but sweet musk of his arousal clean.

He shifted, bringing his primary to her lips and guiding her onto it. He pressed and eased, pressed and eased, dictating the depth and pace of her service to him. His control heightened the excitement she pretended she didn’t want. She was his to do as he pleased.

Sherv and Jemi continued to violate her vulnerable flesh, to tease her to the brink of orgasm, only to deny her when tremors and clenching betrayed her. She was their toy to torment, and they did it so well.

“Jemi.” Again, Sherv used his clanmate’s name to signal a change in tactics. This time, Irene heard the rustle of clothes being tugged off. The bed shifted, and Rusp pushed her off his cock. He slid away as Jemi took his place.

Her Imdiko’s usually gentle face was avid in eager intent as he held his secondary and pulled her to it. She accepted what she couldn’t refuse, his slightly more delicate flavor filling her mouth.

The fingers prodding her pussy and ass had disappeared. Hands clamped onto her hips as Jemi took up Rusp’s tactic of pressing and easing her on and off his rigid need. Meanwhile, her trembling folds were prodded and parted by a thick invader. Slick hardness rubbed along her slit, telling her the intruder’s primary sought her pussy.

He filled her in a single thrust. Irene cried out around her mouthful of masculine flesh at the heady burst of pleasurable pain. Her sex seized, driven as close to orgasm as she could be without succumbing to it. The one who’d taken her…she was sure it was Rusp…went still, his grasp on her hips forcing her to do so as well.

Meanwhile, Jemi’s insistent prodding kept her moving over his cock, making her swallow his wetness as she moaned in desperate need. The clamoring for release made her fight them, but they kept her subservient to what they wished.

A harsh pinch to her nipple stilled her struggles. “Behave,” Sherv said in her ear. His voice had lost its raspy quality, but his disapproval was still harsh. “Do as you’re told, or there will be consequences.” He pinched her other nipple just as hard to make his point.

Irene whimpered and forced herself to relax in surrender, her sole avenue of asking forgiveness. She sucked on Jemi eagerly to show her compliance. His breath caught; he eased his secondary free and made her take his primary instead. A spurt of pre-cum coated her tongue.

Rusp pulled back, nearly emptying her. He slammed in again, and once more, Irene was close. She fought the instinct to move, to claim the climax dancing within reach.

“Obey,” Sherv commanded.

Irene concentrated on the harshness of her breath, on the cock sliding on her tongue, on the cruel fingers holding her nipple and ready to put her in her place. The nearness of orgasm refused to retreat at first, fed by the delicious image of her being conquered. Quieting her thoughts was no easier than her body.

Rusp moved, his thrusts slow and shallow. He leisurely sank halfway in. It would have helped her maintain control if not for his secondary stroking her clit. Irene tried to surreptitiously alter her position to avoid the friction adding delicious warmth, but Rusp smacked an ass cheek for her misbehavior. Irene moaned at the heat left by his heavy hand and tried to think only of sucking Jemi.

Sherv was no help to her attempts to stay distracted from the orgasm swirling near, ready to pounce. He’d stopped pinching. He tugged instead and rubbed her breasts. Jemi controlled her pace, and Irene was in a space where ecstasy was barely a breath away.

Rusp abruptly shoved deep. Irene’s eyes flew wide open as climax danced a millimeter away. He drew back slowly, his thick girth rubbing so she couldn’t breathe for fear she’d lose control. When just the tip of him remained inside, he resumed slow, shallow strokes.

The minutes passed. Irene clawed for command of her senses as Rusp continued to fuck her leisurely, adding the occasional sudden thrust to push her to the limit. Her breasts tingled from Sherv’s unceasing attentions, and Jemi’s cock throbbed in her mouth.

At some silent signal, their attentions shifted. Jemi continued to guide her head as it bobbed over him, and his hips rocked to feed her. Sherv manhandled her breasts so they ached.

Rusp’s groin clapped to her ass in another near-brutal thrust, and Irene arrived on the verge of orgasm. This time, he kept pounding her. The climax that had been so close for so long was abruptly upon her.

Stars exploded against her vision as ecstasy heaved in drowning surges. Her senses tore apart, reassembled, and tore apart anew. There was a moment when she heard the rapid smacks of eager rutting, then a renewed rush of rapture eclipsed it. The chaos cleared for an instant as Jemi groaned and spicy-sweet-saltiness exploded on her tongue. She was consumed in bliss. Rusp’s shout rang in her ears, his warmth filling her.

In the lucid spaces, she was aware of Sherv stroking her everywhere, not just her breasts. His touch transmitted approval, and she delighted in it.

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