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“Relax. You’ll be all right.”
She started to shake her head, but the truth was, undeniable pleasure was present as well. It seemed to feed on the constant ache of accepting him, on his assuredness in having her as he wished, on her helplessness to deny him.
On her growing eagerness to not deny him.
He forged in her again, and the friction overwhelmed the hurt. Her cry was of ecstasy rather than pain. It had never been this good.
“That’s our pretty little Earther. Very nice, sweetness.”
She basked in his and his clanmates’ smiles. He was in her. She’d never been so full. Every breath, each tremor, made tiny shifts that brought exquisite friction to sensitive places inside.
He began to slide out, taking his time as he did so. The movement was gentle, and his kiss was rough in counterpoint. He ravished her mouth, taking her uncompromisingly. His groin changed directions, forging in her pussy and ass, abrading her engorged flesh so she shouted into his mouth.
He thrust and thrust and thrust, riding her powerfully. As he did so, his arms bearing his weight as he pounded her, Hadlez and Selt stroked her breasts and abdomen. As climax neared, Blythe’s quaking legs wound around Deram’s ass. She tried to urge him to fuck her faster, to make her come, but he was already rutting her hard.
Selt’s fingers slid along her mound to her clit. Blythe wailed as exaltation crested. Deram rode her so their bodies slapped together. Hadlez pinched her nipple hard, bringing a delicious shard of sensation as Selt rubbed her clit between finger and thumb.
Blythe detonated just as Deram’s cocks began jolting, his hot cum filling her. Then she was lost, lost in the gorgeous chaos of heaving pleasure.
“Stars and nebulas,” she groaned when she returned to her senses. Deram was just easing free of her to fall to the foot of the bed, his sigh satisfied. His still-erect cocks pointed to the ceiling, gleaming with their combined juices. Blythe thought if penises could look triumphant, his would fit the bill.
She groaned again when Selt straddled her, his lower cock resting on her mound. “Have you run out of your youthful vigor?” the Nobek teased.
“I have the cure.” Hadlez waved what appeared to be a small, thin, see-through strip of plastic over her lips. She recognized it as a dissolving stim tab.
“It isn’t so much the fatigue as you wearing out my missy bits,” she complained, but she obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for the tab. An instant later, it melted. After another few seconds, she felt the beginnings of renewed energy moving through her limbs.
“We brought along an excellent supply of pain inhibitor,” Hadlez grinned.
“She doesn’t want it,” Selt snickered. “We saw how you respond to rougher treatment. The question I have is, how rough do you like it?”
His gaze was dangerous, his grin doubly so. A curl of anxiety woke in her gut. She started to push him off, but her wrists were still held motionless by the hovercuffs.
He chuckled, his fingertips dancing on her nipples. Swollen and sensitive from earlier play, they darkened and jutted at his prodding.
He grasped them and pinched hard. Arousal awoke and tumbled in Blythe’s gut. She thrashed. Her feet thudded close to Deram.
“Behave,” Selt warned, and slapped the sides of her breasts in turn. She gasped at the blaze of heat, which shot straight to her crotch.
“Or don’t. It won’t matter.” Hadlez had moved to the foot of the bed. A soft cord went around her ankle, and he tied it to the post at the corner. Despite her desperate flailing, he easily bound the other ankle too.
Her legs were spread wide. Selt had moved so he knelt between them, arousal thickening his cocks. Was he bigger than Deram? He looked impossibly huge, and she had no way to protect herself from him.
He busied himself with her breasts. Pinches and light but poignant slaps punctuated strokes and massaging. Blythe couldn’t stop him, and it somehow made her predicament more exciting.
“You’re getting the sheets wet, little miss,” he growled. “Bondage and punishment suit you. I like it.”
“I don’t,” she panted.
Selt shook a finger at her. “Lies result in discipline. But maybe punishment is what you’re hoping for.”
The soft slaps to her breasts grew heavier. At the same time, he rubbed between her legs. Blythe was caught in the middle of torment and elation as he spanked one mound, then the other, while he ceaselessly stroked her folds and clit.
Excitement won. Tremors of passion answered each slap, until the first hint of impending orgasm flexed her pussy. She wailed and thrust her chest toward Selt when he stopped.
“Please,” she begged.
“Why should I reward such a naughty girl?” Nevertheless, he gave her nipple a slow, wet kiss. Then he offered one to its twin. “Although if you enjoy me while I enjoy myself, there’s nothing I can do about it. Just as you can’t do anything about me taking you as I wish.”
