Authors: Tracy St John
“I’m glad you know the score, my brother,” Clajak said, wiping the tears of hilarity that escaped his eyes. “Members of the council are always looking for an angle when it comes to dealing with us.”
“So we shouldn’t accept,” Vax said, looking a little disappointed.
“On the contrary,” Egilka snorted. “Take their money and invest in your future. We’ve taken the liberty of examining the proposals on your behalf, and pending an agreement between you and the councilmen, the terms are good.”
“And what you have to offer is equaly good,” Bevau added.
“Of course it is,” Japohn’s mother Nenap asserted. “This clan has already done great things. They wil do even more, given the opportunity.” Clajak raised his glass of leshela. “Agreed. To the success of Bacoj’s clan.”
Shouts of approval resounded, and they al drank to Lindsey’s men. The leshela went down easily, and Lindsey felt glowy-warm.
She would have to watch herself with the potent drink al right, she thought. But when a grinning Japohn gave her another glass, she didn’t refuse it.
* * * *
Stil, she wasn’t prepared for the opulence of their new home. She and her men blinked as they stepped into their quarters.
“It’s certainly a few steps up from our apartment on Earth,” Vax said in a hushed voice.
Indeed it was. The wals were sky blue, the floor ivory and polished to a high sheen. Fine furnishings, much like the huge, overstuffed seating in the Imperial Clan’s greeting room, sat in a cozy circle, anchored by a thick sapphire hued rug. What Lindsey thought was the Kalquorian version of a bar, a tal counter with glasses, stood in one corner. Clear shelves behind the counter bore her suspicions out; bottles of liquid, some obviously the leshela that made her body hum happily, lined up with military precision.
Bacoj stepped to a panel of buttons on the wal. “Music, fragrance, light settings, room temperature. Al available by voice command.”
“Who wants to throw a party?” Lindsey giggled. She had an urge to rol around on that plush rug. Naked.
She saw the smirks the men exchanged. They’d kept her glass ful through the whole reception, the fiends. She’d noticed Yuder and Clajak’s clan had done the same for Tara and Jessica.
“Let’s see what other rooms there are,” Vax suggested.
“Like the sleeping room? You’re not fooling me one bit, you know.” Lindsey poked his muscled chest, its definition easy to see in his tight-fitting formsuit.
The Imdiko’s hands slid over her buttocks, puling her close so that she could feel his arousal against her bely. “How was the leshela, Lindsey?” he grinned.
“Since when do I need to be drunk to want you? Any of you?” She snuggled tight to him, rubbing her body against him like a cat intent on being petted.
His eyes went very dark. “The intensity of the leshela’s effects wil be interesting to watch,” he said. “I’m looking forward to seeing exactly how you respond to it.”
“We al are,” Bacoj growled. “So let’s finish our exploration of these apartments so we can explore something else.” It was a whirlwind tour, but the quickness of it didn’t keep the clan from commenting on the luxurious appointments Jessica and Tara had decorated with. The formal dining area was almost as large and elegant as the Imperial Clan’s. The kitchen was big with al the latest gadgetry that distracted Vax for a few minutes as he opened cabinets and closets with delight. A private eating room, a large office space with vids and computers, and the sitting room with a balcony overlooking the beach and ocean were more sedate with no personalized decorations. Lindsey appreciated that these rooms had been left to her clan to treat according to their own tastes.
There were several empty rooms as wel, more than she could fathom they would use. “Private space for each of us,” Bacoj said, awed and pleased at once. “Plus rooms for children, if we stay.” Vax mused, “If those councilmen are serious about financing our work, we could start our family sooner rather than later.” The clan had agreed on holding off with having children despite Kalquor’s almost frantic push for a new generation. Al wanted to be established in their careers, and Lindsey had hoped to update her education before the added responsibility.
There was another reason too, one the scowling Japohn brought up immediately. “Cal me immature, but I’m not ready for babies. I want more time with my clan, especialy my Matara, before I start sharing.”
Bacoj grinned at his Nobek. “I couldn’t agree with you more. We are stil a young clan. There is no hurry, especialy with Kalquor’s population growing every day now.” Lindsey couldn’t help but tease. “There’s nothing wrong with getting plenty of practice for when we do decide to make little versions of you.” That earned hungry growls al around. “Where is that damned sleeping room?” Vax asked.
The damned sleeping room was the next space they came to. The warmth in the pit of Lindsey’s stomach glowed brighter at the sight of it.
The floor had been left to natural stone and polished. Large, thick fur rugs scattered across it in varying shades of gray, brown, and black.
Typicaly, the rooms cut into the interior of the cliff were outfitted with wals that afforded ilumination and alowed artwork and vids to be easily hung. However, one wal of the sleeping room had been left bare to its mottled red and ivory stone surface. It had been cut flat and polished to a high sheen, like marble. A large holow had been carved into the wal, giving them a fireplace. The wood inside it burned merrily and cast leaping shadows on the rest of the room.
Two other wals were draped with rich gold fabric that caught the firelight and made the room seem to glow. As Vax experimented with the panel controls on one of these wals, he discovered one alowed him to draw back the fabric to display undecorated wals that iluminated.
Where a fourth wal should have been was open to the balcony that looked over the Kalquorian beach and sea. The roar of the ocean was like hearing the voice of an old friend to Lindsey, who had grown up in south Florida. It was lovely, but the hover shuttle traffic in the night sky gave her pause. She snorted, “Nice view, but not very private, is it?”
“There’s shielding,” Vax said. He gave the command, “Privacy,” and the opening in the room went milky opaque.
“That’s better,” Japohn commented. “Now why don’t we try out this bed?”
The bed in question was mammoth in proportions, as a sleeping surface for three huge Kalquorians and their Matara had to be. Lindsey thought the black linens, overlaid by a gold and burgundy coverlet, would contrast amazingly with her fair skin, rendered pale by nine months in space.
Curious to find out, she threw her dress off and slid over the bed surface, noting how her arms and hands shimmered with a pearlescent glow off the dark linens. She crawled to the center of the thick, soft mat and roled over to luxuriate and see what her mates thought.
The three men had pitched big tents in their formsuits. Apparently, they approved of how she looked on their new bed. Their blue-purple eyes went wide as they looked her over. Seeing the way they stared and how the fire made their dark skin radiant and set off the muscles of their sleeveless arms, Lindsey went from gentle warm arousal to almost desperate need.
They were frozen statue-gods, prime examples of the virile Kalquorian race. Japohn, so big and unabashedly masculine, was a giant among even his own kind. Lindsey knew his strength, had been the happy recipient of his brute power. Bacoj exuded the authority of his Dramok breed, a man who she wilingly succumbed to the command of in al things sexual. And Vax … oh, there was her sweet Imdiko, so loving, so giving, man enough to show his emotions without shame and alpha enough to be as forceful as his clanmates when the mood struck. She loved them al equaly, but with Vax there was the added glow of complete rapport, a meeting of souls.
Under their stares, Lindsey writhed on the bed, feeling the sensual softness beneath her and aching for the weight of a man to cover her. Her three mates seemed to be starstruck however, simply standing at the foot of the bed and staring at her with hunger.
I bet I can get them moving
, she thought wickedly. The leshela had al sorts of naughty thoughts she wouldn’t normaly consider percolating in her fevered brain. She tried one out.
Lindsey moved her hand over her pussy, dipping into the wel of moisture there. Giving each spelbound man a heavy lidded look, she brought her honey-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean of her salty flavor. “Mmmm,” she moaned, as if she’d discovered the best chocolate cheesecake ever.
Bacoj moved the fastest, getting to her ahead of the other two. She never even saw him twitch. One moment he stood at the foot of the bed, the next his face was buried against her mound, his tongue shoving its way into her. Lindsey’s lower body burst with heat as the cat-scratchy appendage penetrated her private flesh.
Japohn was al over her breasts an instant later, his fangs distended as his head darted down in a rattlesnake strike. The pleasure-pain of those long needle teeth sinking into the skin just above her areola made her cry out. As his fangs pumped more intoxication into her body, his tongue rubbed her nipple, bringing it to a hard, hungry nub. A caloused hand squeezed the other breast.
Vax’s face hovered over hers, his usualy tender expression replaced by want. He drifted down slowly, and Lindsey parted her lips for his kiss. With al those eager mouths on her, she felt as if she was being consumed. The three men fed on her, making her more of a feast than the gourmet dinner they’d been served in the Imperial Clan’s quarters.
Bacoj slid a finger into her, moving that wicked tongue of his to tease her clitoris. He flicked the sensitive nub with the very tip while thrusting the finger, then two, deep into her channel. Lindsey’s hips jerked uncontrolably in reaction to his knowing touch.
“Stay stil, Lindsey,” he growled at her, then pushed a wetted finger from his other hand into the tighter sleeve of her anus. His tongue swirled over her clit, and she cried out, thrusting her hips harder than before.
“I said, stay stil,” the Dramok insisted, his fingers in her pussy bending to rub that most sensitive part of her sheath.
He wanted to play one of their games. Lindsey wasn’t sure if it was the one where they tortured her with pleasure, not alowing her to come until she was screaming for it; or the Master/slave game in which disobedience was punished. It didn’t matter. She loved both.
So she ignored Bacoj’s commands, twisting and writhing to put the friction where she wanted it. He stopped everything he was doing, puling fingers free of her openings and abandoning her throbbing clit.
Before she could whine, he spoke. “This one has forgotten her body is ours to command. She is disobeying me.” Japohn and Vax immediately ended their sweet assault on her breasts and mouth. Al three of her clanmates glowered at her, their expressions disapproving enough to make a Tragoom wither in shame.
Masters and slave it was. Her stomach churned with mixed dread and desire.
Bacoj moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “You wil lie across my lap for your punishment,” he said. “Present yourself now.” Between the leshela and Japohn’s bite, Lindsey’s head swirled. But she made herself rol onto al fours, where she crouched for an instant, trying to recover her equilibrium.
A hand so big it could only be Japohn’s seized the back of her neck. “Now, slave,” he barked, half dragging her towards their Dramok.
“For your insolence in not moving faster, you wil receive extra punishment,” Bacoj said with obvious relish. Lindsey could see how hard his cocks strained his formsuit. “Ten for your first disobedience, ten more for not immediately answering my summons.”
Lindsey’s pussy clenched to hear the duration of the spanking she was going to receive. She thought she might come before he ever laid a hand on her.
As she reached Bacoj with Japohn’s rough help, Vax added a new twist to the play. “After each strike, you wil count it off and thank your Master for it. For every swat you do not count or show appreciation for, five more wil be added.”
Lindsey bit her lip to keep a groan from escaping. The thought of the thorough chastisement she was about to enjoy sent a smal spasm through her nether parts. It was a token baby climax, a sweet little precursor to what would folow.
Submissive, she laid over Bacoj’s muscled thighs, giving herself over to him. He adjusted her position so that her head and shoulders hung down, her long chestnut hair flowing nearly to the floor between her hands. One of her legs was adjusted so that it rested on the bed, the other pushed wide, her toes bracing against the thick fur of a rug. He’d spread her open to administer the spanking on as much flesh as he could bare. Lindsey shivered and closed her eyes.
Bacoj’s palm pressed between her shoulder blades, steadying her. Her anticipation was climbing, and it took real effort to relax her body, especialy her vulnerable buttocks. It would hurt a lot more if she was tense, maybe to the point where she would not enjoying being spanked. Lindsey didn’t want to infringe on any of their fun.
Bacoj stroked the mounds of her ass, his touch feather light. He was luling her as he always did before a spanking, tricking part of her to believe he could never strike her with anything but the most tender of touches.
“So pale and perfect and lovely,” he said with real appreciation. “Too perfect, in fact. When was the last time she was spanked, Japohn?” The Nobek answered immediately. “Eight days ago, my Dramok. By me.”