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Only the shackles kept her upright. Blythe sagged as Deram eyed her, sucking his fingers and backing away so Hadlez could have a turn. The Imdiko used his fingers too, first stroking through her wetness slowly, then entering her. His gentleness bordered on caution. Despite his care, he was thorough. She writhed as her clit tingled under his attentions, as he built her arousal with leisurely assuredness until she shrieked and jerked in release.
Selt was deliberately rough, an exciting juxtaposition to his clanmate’s tenderness. His fingers pounded between Blythe’s legs as he loomed over her, whispering filthy compliments about her tight, wanton cunt and how he looked forward to shoving his cocks in it. She came as hard as he used her.
Afterward, wetness dripped the length of her legs, betraying how they’d excited her. They too were wet and engorged, their eyes lust-darkened. Not for the first time, Blythe wondered how she could be satisfied continuously, and yet still want extra doses of the trio.
It didn’t matter, because more was what she’d get. Deram approached and unshackled her ankles. The sensation of his firm body on hers was all it took to send heat spilling through her anew. His hardness was between them for a moment, allowing her to feel how like iron his slick cocks were, how fever-hot they were so she felt branded by him.
Then he lifted her as high as her bound wrists permitted, tilted his pelvis, and lowered her so she was impaled on his eager cocks. He let her weight settle her on him, driving his primary deep in her pussy, his slightly smaller shaft in her ass. She groaned in the thrill of mingled hurt and ecstasy. Her legs wound around his waist, caging him.
He gripped her ass cheeks and moved her up and down, thrusting in time. Faster. Harder. Her insides clenched tight, seeking to hold him and keep him, increasing the friction on her inner hotspot. Lightning flashed, and she was consumed in bliss. Her scream was muffled by the gag as she convulsed around him. He shouted in return, his primary jolting as his seed jetted in her.
When Deram staggered aside, Hadlez was there. He freed her arms from the shackles and carried her to the foot of the massive bed, built to accommodate four Kalquorians. Instead of laying her on it, he knelt and placed her on the plush of a thick fur rug.
Loose-limbed, she splayed as the six-and-a-half-foot tall Imdiko devoured her breasts. Miniscule as they were, they were incredibly sensitive, and she moaned as he made her nipples harder and more tender than before. His teeth surrounded one reddened point. She tangled her fingers in his long, sleek hair as unquenchable longing stabbed her pussy.
He bit lightly, and yearning grew in its selfish demanding. Nymphomaniac, her mind whispered. If she were, it was a mercy to have three lustful lovers. Nonetheless, she greeted the idea of another climax with mixed feelings. She already felt gutted by what they’d done.
Despite her concerns, she offered no resistance when Hadlez shifted her, putting her on her hands and knees beneath his hulking body. Her unrepentant pussy throbbed agreeably at the idea of him rutting her like an animal. When he pressed her legs farther apart, one hand gripping her hip and the other clutching her breast, she lifted her hips higher in submission.
His primary shoved into her womanhood in a single thrust. His smaller length rubbed along her clit as he traveled deep. She would have jerked violently at the abrupt taking had he not held her firmly in place.
He was over her, holding her, in her. She had nowhere to go as he thrust, rubbing her exactly where she responded best. Electrical shocks ran the length of her as he rode her, fed by the hard length stroking her clit. Still gagged, Blythe uttered cries as desire grew excruciating. She clawed the rug and shoved her face in its fur as he thundered against and in her. Almost there…almost there…
Pressure unraveled as he grunted and his cock twitched in her confines, betraying his orgasm. Blythe chewed her gag as waves of completion rose and fell on the rhythm of his flesh slapping hers. Her pussy tugged on the invader, milking it of all it could offer.
She whimpered when he drew out of her, feeling the emptiness keenly. The rug beneath her shifted, and she was rolled onto her back. Her gaze met Selt’s, the biggest of the trio.
He knelt over her, his wavy hair a shifting curtain of midnight. He pulled the gag free. His huge hand cupped the back of her head and neck, and he lifted her to sip the cup of water he held. She drank gratefully, greedily.
When she’d drained the cup, he set her down. He placed the empty cup next to a bottle, which he picked up. He squirted its contents on her breasts, and she gasped at the coolness.
“Lotion,” he murmured. He set about rubbing her mounds, which disappeared beneath his paws. “Your nipples are so hard. Like diamonds.” He rolled them between his index fingers and thumbs, sending sparkling pleasure through her. She arched.
Definitely a nymphomaniac.What else could she be when their earlier attentions made his touch ache as much as excite? She shook her head and tried to push his hands away.
“Arms at your sides, or the cuffs go on,” he warned.
“Bully,” she whined, but she obeyed. He continued to massage lotion into her chest, pausing every few seconds to torment her nipples until she squirmed under his weight, which kept her pinned.
He worked his way down, smoothing work-rough palms along her ribcage. His fingertips tickled her abdomen, and she squealed. He chuckled and lifted his weight. Merriment fled his expression.
“Spread your legs.”
His cocks were erect, thick and long. No matter she’d had him before. He looked too big, and she hesitate.
“I can cuff you again. Is that what you want?”
No, though no matter what she did, she was helpless to his whims. Both because he was so much stronger than her and because she ached for him no matter how scary she sometimes found the warrior Nobek. He’d never injured her, had shown no inclination to do so, but there was no doubt Selt was dangerous to his foes.
She slid her legs apart. He lowered himself between them, his face hovering over her pussy. His finger brushed her clit, and she twitched as sweet melting filled her core.
“Is that all I get?” he laughed. “Are you worn out?”
He didn’t wait for a reply. His lips surrounded her clit, and he sucked. His tongue teased its tip, and Blythe’s hips jerked at the thunderclap of passion.
He refused to let up but continued to leisurely tongue her rioting flesh, his iron grip holding her thighs down as her upper body thrashed and her tiny fists pummeled the covers. Her cunt tightened desperately, but there was nothing to grip.
Straining, reaching for release that wouldn’t come until he sucked and rubbed harder on her clit. Orgasm hit her with the force of a bullet train, and she screamed.
