Page 13 of Shadows Approach
“Good boy,” Kila praised him, though the strap didn’t let up. Why should it, when it was a reward for their clan leader? “You keep her in place for her fuck and suck. She’ll get her whipping later.”
Lokmi finally relented to stuff his dripping fingers in her ass, stretching her tighter channel. He battened on her pussy, his tongue sweeping in to claim her passion as he finger-fucked her back hole. The slight ache of being forced to yield added to her excitement, making his and Piras’ seduction more arousing.
Kila had apparently achieved the level of redness he wanted from Piras’ ass, because the spanking ceased. The Nobek dangled the strap, leering at Hope. “Keep this in mind, because your pert little ass will match his when we’re done.”
Desire surged at the threat, and Hope quivered. Kila chuckled and set the strap on the small table next to the mat.
Lokmi sat up, his touch leaving Hope. She moaned at the emptiness, but quieted as he pulled his uniform open. He stripped with an alacrity that had stunned Hope before she’d gotten used to how fast Kalquorians could move. Now the second it took him between being clothed and naked was a second too long.
He was the bulkiest of the three men, sheer masculinity in his carved perfection. His cocks jutted thick and ready. Though Hope knew after five years of clanship she could handle what he possessed, he gave her pause as he readied to fuck her.
She trembled as he gripped her thigh in one calloused hand, holding it up and out, positioning her. He readied his shafts in the other hand, pressing each to its intended target.
He entered her, not brutally, but with a steady determination that reminded her of just how big he was. She uttered a small cry as a delicious ache bloomed in pussy and ass. Knowing how she enjoyed his mastery and the hurt accompanying it, he pressed in until he’d filled her.
He paused, his gaze centered where he’d claimed her surrender. As he contemplated his strength embedded in her softness, Kila’s heavy palm slapped Piras’ ass.
“Suck her clit while I fuck her mouth. I want to hear her screaming from orgasm, or the cock cage won’t come off for the rest of the night.”
Piras scrambled to obey. An instant later, he was tonguing her while Lokmi slowly pumped in and out. She wailed as sensation bombarded her.
“I do love to hear you make noise. You’ll have to work harder at it with my primary shoved down your throat.” Kila crouched over her, his larger shaft tip brushing her lips. “Open up, my Matara.”
She already had, and the throbbing vein on the underside of his length was on her tongue as he finished speaking. She rubbed it as he sunk in, not stopping until she coughed against the tickle in her throat.
“Good girl. Suck my cock the way you’re meant to. Such a warm, sweet mouth for me to fuck.”
Kila was a talker during sex. He delivered a constant stream of encouragement, warnings, commentary on what they were doing, promises of what he’d do to her later. It was a monologue of seduction, exciting on its own.
Her groans and whimpers and coughs punctuated his increasingly breathy dialogue. He fondled her breasts as he slid between her lips, in time with Lokmi’s thrusts. Piras continued to suck and lick her engorged clit, and she edged ever closer to orgasm.
“You want to come for us, don’t you? You’ll come so fucking hard for your clan. I see you getting ready for it. You can’t hold out much longer. Come on, pretty girl, let me hear you scream.”
Seconds later, she did so, her cunt pulling desperately on Lokmi’s primary as it pounded into her. Her cries were garbled as Kila rutted her mouth, spurting spicy-salty-sweet pre-cum on her tongue. Piras drew steadily on her clit, feeding the frenzy of violent climax, which seemed to have no end.
Her spasms heightened when she felt telltale pulses of Lokmi’s seed filling her. He grunted, holding her buttocks in a bruising grip as his cocks jolted inside her.
“Yeah, you love fucking and sucking our cocks, getting shot full of our cum. If I shot down your throat, you’d swallow every drop and beg for more. Not this time, pretty girl. All my cum is for your ass tonight.”
She shuddered in reaction to his dark whispers, to Piras extending the convulsions of her pleasure, to Lokmi’s slowing lunges. Imdiko and Nobek pulled free at the same instant, leaving her gasping and writhing under Piras’ avid attention.
Kila slapped his rear hard. “Excellent job on her clit, boy. Get out of the way while I deal properly with her hot ass.”
Piras reluctantly rolled off the bed, then stood beside it, wetness shining on his chin. Kila shoved Hope onto her belly. She glanced to note Lokmi had rolled to the far edge of the mat, his half-erect cocks still twitching as he panted.
“Put it in the air, girl. I promised you a spanking, didn’t I? After, you can fuck me in gratitude. Where’s my strap, Piras?” Kila’s rough hands were arranging her to his liking. Hope shuddered to hear she’d receive the thick strap too, though she didn’t dare resist.
“Here, my Nobek.”
“You’re being a well-behaved boy tonight, Piras. I’ll allow you play with her clit while I deal with her ass.”
“Thank you.” Eager fingers dove in her wetness and began rubbing. Hope cried out as a fresh surge of heat walloped her sex.
“There we go. We’ll make her yell, won’t we?”
The strap cracked against Hope’s buttocks, sending a stripe of stinging heat across them. She’d been propped on her elbows, but she collapsed as searing pain delivered a bolt of pure ecstasy to her sex. She wailed into the covers.
“That’s my girl, my very good girl.”