Page 37 of Shadows Approach
His cinnamon-like flavor inundated her tongue. She lost sight of his gorgeous, avid face as his groin eclipsed her surroundings. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of him inside her, his skin smooth but where the vein on the underside of his cock beat.
He’s fucking my mouth.The decadent thought was as thrilling as what he and the others did to her. On its heels came the surety,every woman should have three men.
It was truly glorious.
Her body rioted, awash in the pleasure they gave. When Etnil patted her breasts…hard pats, not quite slaps…she shuddered in excitement. Rihep crept deeper with each thrust, challenging her gag reflex. When she did choke, he groaned and did it again. No further in, but he kept her struggling to accept what he gave her, to their mutual enjoyment.
He and Kuran changed tactics at the same time. The Nobek’s talented lips, tongue, and fingers left off their incredible activities as Rihep pulled free of her.
“Trade?” Etnil offered, glancing up from his attentions to her tingling breasts.
“Fuck no,” Rihep panted and Kuran growled in concert.
“Okay.” He appeared perfectly happy as he got to his knees. He straddled Stacy’s torso and crouched so his cocks rested between her breasts. His hands framed the mounds and pushed them together so they enfolded his flesh. She gaped in amazement as his hips rocked, his slick shafts moving in the valley he’d created.
“That looks amazing.” Rihep stared as his cocks jerked.
“It feels even better,” Etnil moaned.
She felt Kuran kneel between her splayed legs, his hips drawing to hers. Stacy was distracted by Rihep’s primary looming before her, eager for its turn in her mouth, a pearl of passion on the slit at its tip.
Kuran’s larger cock prodded her cunt as Rihep’s passed her lips. They entered at the same instant, to where the tapered tips began to flare wide.
Kuran paused, and Stacy’s hips flexed upward of their own accord. Pressure on her ass warned her, and she froze before his secondary could breach. However, Kuran wasn’t so shy, and he pressed further.
Stacy’s breath caught as his girths grew thicker. Her mouth widened in reaction to the heady pressure of being doubly filled, and Rihep took advantage. He slipped to the point of slight choking, and Stacy tensed as she gagged. A spurt of pre-cum greeted her reaction.
Kuran groaned to feel her tighten. He ground in, and a flash of purest rapture sang through Stacy, fed by equal parts bliss and hurt. She shouted around the cock pumping on her tongue.
She couldn’t have imagined it possible to be fucked by three men at once, yet Clan Rihep was doing so. Mouth, breasts, pussy, ass…they claimed her in every way possible.
Kuran drove deep and found her internal hotspot. She jerked at the thunderclap of elation. The men rutted in animalistic fervor, and she went with them, a primitive need swallowing her. She writhed as much as their control allowed, her craving rushing to meet theirs. In that instant, she was in heat, driven by an instinct to mate, no matter what it meant. Her thinking brain had been eclipsed by an inarticulate longing only the men taking her could satisfy.
Ecstasy embraced her as Kuran’s loins slapped against her in growing tempo, as Rihep eagerly pressed in her mouth, as Etnil’s pace increased. The darkness behind her eyelids broke apart into blinding white as lightning flashed and burned through her. She came in rioting bliss, her body convulsing in passionate surges.
Rihep gasped, his hand working his cock when it emerged from her lips. His cry warned her, and her orgasm renewed as his rhythm faltered, betraying he was near completion. The spicy-salty-sweet explosion arrived, filling her mouth with his rapture.
She was certain the electric pulses of her excitement must surely taper off, but Kuran pounded her pussy, voicing animal grunts. He laid hold of her clit and pinched, and another strong spasm seized her. His shout announced his own gratification, his cock throbbing inside her.
Rihep was just pulling free of her mouth when Etnil groaned. Hot cum shot over her chest, giving her one last shattering thrill before her orgasm began to ease.
A minute later, the four of them sprawled panting over the bed’s surface. Etnil blinked at Stacy as he began to rouse.
“That was a decent start. Water, stim tabs, shower, then Round Two?”
She could hardly move, but the first go had been beyond her wildest expectations. She felt as if she’d been given the best drug in the world. She wanted more. The idea of what Ken Bryant would say if he knew was a minor incentive, sweetening the deal.
“Let’s rock.”
* * * *
Spyship orbiting Bi’is
The ship had been invaded. Dramok Ilid glimpsed odd shadows everywhere from the corners of his eyes. He never spotted them when he gazed straight at them. They only appeared in his peripheral vision. They moved about the corridors, no longer sticking to the corners and walls. They perched on his fellow crewmates’ backs, like children riding fathers’ shoulders. It was obvious they controlled them.
Those whom hadn’t shown signs of being ‘ridden’ were the lowest grunts serving aboard the vessel. Ilid questioned them carefully, casually, as to whether they’d noticed anything odd. None of the half dozen he’d screwed up the courage to speak to had seen the dark riders.
He might have thought he was indeed going insane, but a couple did comment on how this deployment was different from previous assignments. “How so?” he’d asked.