Page 22 of Desperate Measures

As if given a signal, the three men abruptly ceased their activities. Toni wasn’t given time to protest the loss of cock, mouths, and fingers. Muscled arms swung her up, and she was abruptly up against an iron torso.

“Arms and legs around me, lovely,” Imon said in a surprisingly commanding tone. It startled her into quickly complying. She wrapped her arms about his neck, and her legs circled his waist.

She realized he was kneeling at the foot of her bed. His forearm supported her buttocks, but what grabbed her attention were the stiff prods beneath. Hands…she had no idea whose they were…adjusted the Dramok so he poised on the threshold of entering her from front and behind.

“Easy does it,” he whispered and seized her mouth in one of his heart-stopping kisses. He shifted as his tongue stroked hers, and his primary edged in. After a moment, its twin found the place where she’d never entertained a lover.

She concentrated on relaxing, confirming she was indeed doing this. At first, having been stretched by his fingers, it was easy. It was even good, being filled so thoroughly. The contact of many hands holding her, guiding her, keeping her safe, reassured her. Feru and Wovir were there, eager to introduce her to their clandestine pleasures.

A slight ache woke as Imon’s tapered girth widened. She wondered about her ability to accommodate him anew. But it added to the thrill of the taboo act rather than detracting from it. Relax, she insisted to herself. She concentrated on the incredible feeling of his thickness in her pussy, of her breasts mashing his chest, of his warmth, of the decadent kiss lighting fireworks. On all the sensations helping to make the growing discomfort less important. She didn’t miss a part of her reveled in the harsher demands being made of her flesh. It was a most fascinating and titillating discovery.

It was far from her last. Just as the ache bloomed into actual pain, Imon’s primary reached the magic spot in her where his fingers had helped send her to ecstasy. Physical elation resounded like a gong, and the hurt transformed to greater rapture. She gasped, tearing her lips from his as she spiraled close to orgasm.

He groaned as her nails dug in his back. “There we go. Right where we want you.”

She was glad her reaction wasn’t impeding his pleasure. She couldn’t have eased her grip if her life depended on it. She was full and the friction on her hotspot was unrelenting. She’d never known such incredible excitement. Thunderclaps of ecstasy reverberated through her. Only Imon’s careful pace kept her from coming.

She sensed him watching her as she moaned and her head tossed. She was so close. On the verge.

He stopped, and she garbled an inarticulate quarrel. She strained to move, to capture the elusive climax hovering just beyond reach. Imon gently kissed her forehead, nose, and cheeks.

“Easy, precious. You’ve taken the entirety of me. Now quiet. Be so very quiet for a few moments.”

She shook her head violently. She wanted what he’d offered, what he was now refusing her. He was implacable, holding her still so she couldn’t claim glory. He and the others, who also surrounded and held her.

“Hush, Toni. There’s no rush. You’ll have all you want from us, but you must listen to me now.”

She uttered what sounded like a sob. Recognizing she had no power to take what she wished, she subsided.

“There you go. There’s a sweet lady. How are you feeling?”

How was she feeling? Was he kidding?

“Any pain?” He stroked her hair, soothing her clamoring brain and body. “This is your first time making love to a Kalquorian. Pay attention to what your body is telling you beyond arousal.”

She quieted, recognizing his concern. Held motionless, she regained her ability to think. To recognize he was intent on preventing injury. As she should be, despite the violent urge to climax.

She had two cocks in her. She was close to bursting, which was what produced such intense friction to her inner hotspot, to the point she’d lost her better sense. Endorphins had gone crazy, leaving her aware of only base urgings. An animal instinct to mate had overtaken caution for a dizzying minute or two.

“A little aching,” she finally concluded. “It’s fading. Nothing to make me think you’ve injured me.”

“Excellent.” The approval in his tone warmed her…an irritating response, given how she’d never based her actions on a man’s praise. It was stubbornly there, nonetheless, and it persisted as he continued to speak. “We’ll continue. But at our pace, not yours. We’ve had some experience when it comes to Earthers, so you’ll have to trust we know what we’re doing.”

She had to admit he was right. Especially if it means I get more of what this night promises.

“I’ll let you impress me then,” she smirked. “But you are good, so I take no responsibility for my enthusiasm, should I lose control.”

Her sally was greeted by boisterous laughter from the three men. Imon kissed the tip of her nose. “Noted and thank you for the compliment. We’ll be ready.”

His arms, wrapped around her hips, lifted her. The humor ended in an instant as his cocks drew outward, rubbing her where it felt best. Her breath caught.

He nearly emptied her of himself, then he pulled her down. She grabbed handfuls of his long hair in clenched fists. Her legs tightened on his waist as passion licked hot where the friction was best.

“So soft but snug,” he groaned. “Warm and wet. You feel fucking amazing, woman.”

She had no reply. Already he’d rendered her speechless as lust consumed her. When he was fully embedded in her, he ground them together, rubbing her clit. Surges of purest pleasure filled her, radiating up her spine until she thought her head might explode.

His pace picked up. His hips thrust up as he brought her down. She quailed at his power, intuiting her helplessness. As before, she received a shock at how much excitement she took from the realization she had no true defense against the man, save what he granted her. Yet he claimed no advantage of it. Her wishes and wellbeing were his mandate.

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