Page 88 of Alien Haven

Charity was laughing at having shocked them. Ilid noted her cheeks were flushed, no doubt thanks to the alcohol. “Easy, big man. I’ve been watching porn to spice up our fun. Youguys are already super knowledgeable, so I figured as the least experienced of the bunch, I need to catch up.”

“I haven’t done half of your list.” Mitag shook his head, then grinned. “I’m willing to try.”

“Though it might kill us,” Ilid snickered.But what a way to go.

They finished the leshella. Still laughing at Charity’s outrageous suggestions and demanding she write down the vids she’d viewed for inspiration, they hurried to Mitag’s sleeping room.

* * * *

They entered the bedroom, Charity just behind Mitag, who’d led. She’d barely set foot beyond the door when Ilid barked, “Stand by the sleeping mat, my Matara, and wait.”

Her heart sped at the commanding tone. Her Dramok lover was taking her at her word that she wanted her fantasies fulfilled. First and foremost was them assuming dominance over her.

It wasn’t a mere fantasy. It was a self-inflicted test. She’d enjoyed the men taking command during sex, but the part of her who bemoaned an existence of bowing to authority was struggling.

She was afraid she’d go too far as she learned to control her own future, which was finally hers to decide. She had the feeling she might become fixated on constantly holding the reins. Such a mindset wouldn’t work if she were to have a successful, happy relationship with her chosen clan, Ilid in particular. It was to be an equal partnership they’d agreed…but in some matters, the natural leader should do what he did best. What he’d been born to do.

Her concerns about her own urges had merit. Even now, as the order in his no-nonsense tone had her obeying instinctively,a part of her bristled to be expected to do so. Resistance had become a habitual response after so many years of being “guided” by well-meaning and protective guardians. In other words, they’d moved her about like a game piece for her own good.

She firmly reminded herself she ultimately did have control when it came to her lovers. If she saidsholtat any time, their activities would cease. It was the same for them all. No one was anyone else’s powerless minion.

Swallowing the instant of rebellion, she went to the bed. She turned to face her lovers and waited to see where they’d take her.

“Strip.”

Looking Ilid in the eye, her brow arched, she pulled her top off. She froze again.

His expression had turned stony. “Am I seeing a disrespectful attitude, my Matara?”

It’s part of the game I asked for.Nonetheless, it felt very serious, far from play. She dropped her gaze, her brow, and the smirk trying to tug at her lips. “Apologies, my Dramok.”

“I’ll excuse it this time. Don’t do it twice.”

“Yes, my Dramok.” Anxiety woke to tremble in her gut, but she was wet. Excited.

“Continue taking your clothes off.”

She did so. She was hyperaware of her nakedness and vulnerability when she stood before the still-clothed men. Strong males, who could do as they wished to her, permission or not. She trusted them, but the realization of her powerlessness lit her in ways she couldn’t quite comprehend.

“She needs a chair to sit on, my Nobek.” Ilid spoke after they’d spent several silent seconds inspecting her.

The weeks they’d spent in each other’s company, growing closer as the dream of clanship had increased in potential, had rendered further explanation unnecessary. Charity peekedthrough the curtain of hair that had fallen over her face to see the leering Detodev approach. He pulled her away from the bed and stood behind her. Gripping her thighs, he lifted her so they rested on his beefy forearms. He spread her legs wide to display her sex. His chest was her backrest. He supported her effortlessly, as if he could do so all day and not strain.

Ilid stood in front of her. Mitag looked at her over his shoulder. Their stares were avid. The Dramok smiled, less severe in the wake of her proper surrender. “You’re beautiful, especially having halted the part of Miss Behavior.”

He turned his head to mutter to Mitag. Charity’s ears strained, but she couldn’t understand what he said. The Imdiko’s grin was suspiciously bright as he hurried to the drawer where he kept intimate toys and tools. He returned carrying a thin length of silky braided rope. He handed it to Ilid.

The Dramok tied one end to Charity’s ankle. He looped the length around Detodev’s thick neck and tied off the other ankle. Her knees were bent nearly to her ears. Had she been exposed before? She was blatantly revealed now.

“Any strain? Are your hips or knees hurting?” Ilid ran his finger between the rope and her leg, verifying the ties weren’t cutting off her circulation.

“No, my Dramok.” Her voice was low, her focus on her splayed pussy. She’d instinctively gripped Detodev’s biceps in order to keep from covering herself. The urge to say something smartass, if only to distract her attention from how brazen her position was, danced on her lips. She pressed them closed, then bit them together. She was far too helpless to test Ilid’s patience, especially when some of the ideas she’d given him included erotic punishments.

I should have opted to take it slower. Note to self: never make sexy suggestions after drinking leshella again.

Ilid watched her expression. He stroked her inner thigh, sending a surge of heat straight to her sex. “I love seeing you this way.” The feeling in his tone and the approval in his gaze settled her nerves. A little.

His touch slid up. His fingertips slid through her wet crevice. A cascade of warmth fell through her, and she gasped.

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