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“I’m glad to hear it.” Rihep’s kiss punctuated his statement. It stole Stacy’s mind again.
To a degree. She was aware of Etnil saying something in Kalquorian, which she was only beginning to learn. Kuran paused his assault on her womanhood to answer.
After thoroughly plundering her mouth, Rihep regarded her breasts. “Yes, these do need to come off.”
“Oh no.” Removing nipple clamps was the worst. The paddling was nothing compared to the agony of blood rushing in.
“Afraid so. Don’t worry, Etnil and Kuran have a plan.” Rihep nodded to them.
Etnil switched on the vibrator he’d used on her during the paddling. Stacy recognized it: a long wand topped by a wide, cylindrical foamlike head. It buzzed enthusiastically on a higher setting than what he’d set it for earlier.
Kuran shoved two fingers in her. He sought and found her inner sweet spot with effortless accuracy. He rubbed as Etnil pressed the vibrator to her swollen clit.
Stacy arched and screamed at the blast of sheer elation. As climax consumed her, Rihep released the first of the nipple clamps.
The sear of agony to her breast somehow added to the delicious spasms convulsing her core. Stacy writhed, and they held her down as they forced her to ride the vicious orgasm to its end.
“Too much…too much,” she gasped when they relented and her breast ceased throbbing. It was only then she realized Rihep, who was happily sucking her abused tit, hadn’t taken off the second clamp.
“No. Don’t!” she cried as Kuran applied friction within and Etnil brought the loudly droning vibrator to her clit and rubbed. Rihep released her nipple from its trap, and once more, she came on a burst of rapture and torment.
“You’ll be the death of me,” she moaned several minutes later. “Literally, I will die because you make me come so damned hard.”
“I’ll note it in your obituary,” Etnil said. “Governor Stacy Nichols perished screaming in sheer ecstasy from the incredible lovemaking skills of her Imdiko god. His clanmates offered slight assistance when their awe at his abilities allowed them to.”
Kuran used a pillow to wallop him hard enough to nearly knock him from the mat. Etnil rolled off to avoid another swing.
“While I’m up, would you like me to fetch some pain inhibitor?” he asked Stacy.
She considered. Her ass was clamoring as endorphins wore off, but the men hadn’t yet fucked her, which would offer another heady rush at some point. She decided it was better to be soothed than sorry.
“Yeah, thanks. And water?”
“I live to serve.” He bowed with a flourish. Because Etnil was perfectly delighted to look as foolish as possible to make her laugh, he joyously skipped from the room, his stiff cocks brazenly leading the way.
“Are you really going to introduce him to your mother and sister?” Kuran appeared mortified at the prospect.
Stacy answered once her giggles ceased. “It isn’t as if he’ll be running around naked and aroused in front of them.”
“Are you sure? The man truly has no shame.”
“I trust Etnil to stop before he horrifies them. In the event he doesn’t, my mother is perfectly capable of putting him in his place.”
Kuran shook his head, clearly disbelieving, but Rihep chuckled. “If she can, I’d like lessons.”
* * * *
Selt was a Nobek through and through. It was beneath a man of his breed to dote sentimentally over male clanmates. Nonetheless, he grabbed Deram and Hadlez in a heartfelt group hug the instant they walked in their quarters’ door.
They laughed and returned the embrace enthusiastically. “My Nobek, I’ve counted the hours until we’d return to you,” Imdiko Hadlez said, a smile lighting his boyish beauty. “Mother of All, it’s good to see you.”
“I’ve regretted being transferred from Captain Kila’s ship the entire time you were gone,” Selt admitted. “Especially when I heard what happened to Bi’is and the spyship that took over monitoring them. One survivor?”
“I’m glad you’re up to date.” Dramok Deram, as handsome as Hadlez was pretty, gazed at him affectionately. “I wondered how much they’d tell you since your assignment moved to Earth.”
“Enough to make me want to march to Admiral Piras and demand I be returned to the spyship. I don’t want you out of my sight again.” Especially in the case of an alien threat to his clan.
“Don’t.” Deram grinned. “We hated the separation too, and we’re putting in for a transfer.”
