Page 23 of Desperate Measures

Where have you been all my life?

She had a terrifying earthquake moment immediately after the thought woke in her mind. It was just as quickly banished when he slid outward…and her backside was emptied.

“Slow and easy again,” he whispered as his angle shifted. “Stay relaxed for the next step.”

The warmth and rock-hard physique at her back gave her a clue as to what that next step was. Lips tenderly tugged her earlobe.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Feru whispered.

He prodded her back hole. Sweet prophets, was he putting his bigger cock in her? He must be. She’d already been filled to the brim…how was this supposed to be possible?

Apparently, they believed it was. Toni clung to Imon’s assertion…you’ll have to trust we know what we’re doing…with the desperation of a drowning woman clutching a life preserver.

Granted, it wasn’t an issue at the start. She’d been fully impaled on Imon’s secondary. After the first careful minutes, he’d fucked her using steady strength and little caution. She’d adjusted fine, so she could handle the rest. Right?

As Feru invaded deeper, she wasn’t so sure. His main cock was at least as big as his clanmates’, judging by the feeling. Sensation was the totality of what she had to go on, given how the room had been kept dark. She wondered if they’d ignored putting on the lights because they hadn’t wanted to scare her, rather than wanting to enhance her sense of touch.

Achiness awoke as it had when Imon had initially introduced her to rear penetration. How much more of Feru was there? Yet yearning woke even as she readied to protest. The added girth was adding pressure to her G-spot, spurring arousal to whisper you can do this, please do this, let me do this.

Then Imon was moving, and carnal hunger staked its claim. Toni soared on impending climax, lust filling her and demanding it all. Being sandwiched between the two powerful bodies woke her in ways she’d never been aroused before. They alternated between thrusting as one, then one drove deep and the other moved out. Toni’s head lolled on Feru’s shoulder as they had her, her cries sharp as they built toward crescendo.

Then fingers under her chin turned her face to the side. The heady scent of spicy sweetness enveloped her, and Wovir’s wet cock painted her lips again. She opened, greedy for a taste.

He gave her what she begged for, his secondary painting a damp line under her chin and down her throat as he fucked her mouth, his decadent flavor filling it. As they fucked her and fucked her so damned well. Now she fought orgasm, wanting to feel and hear them come before she lost herself to blinding ecstasy. Their gasps told her it wouldn’t be long if she could just hold on…

“Come for us,” Feru urged, his voice strained to the breaking point. “Please, beautiful Toni, come.”

As if his words had lit a spark, she felt her undoing beginning. Brilliance lit her pussy, so greatly she wondered if it glowed. She sucked hard on Wovir, her tongue darting over the slit adding to his deliciousness, as if she could suck the cum from him. He groaned, and his cock jerked a warning.

“Come, woman,” Imon growled in a tone that brooked no refusal, his pumping hips losing their steady rhythm. “Come now!”

The sweetest convulsion struck, a tidal wave of bliss. But not before Feru’s drawn-out moan. Not before the start of the flood Wovir sent down her throat. Not before Imon’s shaft jolted in her cunt and jetted warmth.

Then Toni descended into the maelstrom, where she lifted and fell in turns on a churning sea of rapture. She drowned in pleasure and struggled to hold off coming up for air.

The surges quieted in their time, however. Toni tasted passion on her tongue as hands stroked her and soft kisses lit on her face and throat.

“Lights, twenty percent,” Imon sighed.

At last, she could see the handsome men who’d taken her to the heights: feral Wovir, sweet Feru, and devilish Imon. They wore the smiles of men who’d been satisfied.

“What did you think?” Imon asked.

She was surprised to discover she could talk. “Let’s put it this way. When you return to the neighborhood, look me up. Then hook me up. I’m your girl in this port, especially if you can make it an extended stay.”

They laughed, and she noticed Feru and Imon were still in her. They hadn’t gone soft yet, and something in her stirred.

She must have tightened on them because Imon’s brows rose. “Another round soon? Something extra to hold us over until we manage to return?”

She had an early morning, but what the hell? Sleeping was for wimps. “As many rounds as you can give me, gentlemen. As far as we know, you only live once.”

Chapter Six

Transport MT-118, Alpha Space Station

“Well boys, this is where we bid our tearful goodbyes,” Charity informed Betra and Oses, who’d refused to give her any leeway the entire trip. Whenever she’d sauntered from her quarters when she wasn’t supposed to leave her section of the ship, they or the lackeys under their command had been near at hand. They’d kept her corralled, except for twice. Even then, she hadn’t gotten far before they’d retrieved her, the jerks.

“Yes, I hear how choked up you are,” Betra deadpanned. In a more feeling tone, he said, “Please do be careful, Matara.”

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