Page 187 of Alien Haven

“I think I liked you better when you weren’t so sure of yourself,” she grouched. The half-hearted complaint made him chuckle before he resumed a sterner aspect.

He went for her breasts again. He rubbed his stubbled cheeks and chin on them, the friction rough enough to add toher excitement, but not too rough. The coarse attention abraded, and her nipples stood at attention. They attracted his kisses. The nips that followed were just enough to offer stings, which translated to exquisite sensation. She yipped more from the zings shooting to her avid cunt than the twinges of hurt. His wet kisses soothed her nipples but sent greater thrills to her clit. He cupped the heavy mounds and played. Her head tossed and her cries filled the room.

She was so enraptured, it took several moments for her to regain her senses when he stopped. Ilid watched and waited for her eyes to clear to slide fingers along her dripping slit. She arched in response against Detodev, her mouth wide in a shout as ecstasy stampeded. A shock of abrupt pain halted the orgasm in its tracks. She gasped and stared at Ilid, who’d swatted her pussy. It tingled in the aftermath, finding unrepentant pleasure as hurt transformed to a soft, erotic bliss.

“Permission to come isn’t given yet,” the Dramok said.

She squalled like an angry cat. In truth, she was too aroused for real fury. She saw no way she wouldn’t climax at his next touch. He’d stacked the deck against her too well.

Hewantedher to fail.

The realization came as he flung off his shirt and opened his pants. His cat-slit pupils had bloomed large, making his eyes dark, dangerous, and filled with intent. His cocks were thick battering rams eager to push her over the edge. He was determined to bring her to unstoppable ecstasy so she’d be bound to submit to punishment for disobeying.

Her obstinate nature rose. She was positive she’d lose this battle, but by the prophets, she’d been on the losing side in the past. If there was one thing Charity Nath could do, it was go down fighting.

Nonetheless, she almost gave in as he closed in on her. His primary brushed her eagerly flexing pussy. She stiffened asardor clamored to be released, as he eased in her. His larger cock parted her folds, breaching. She felt every delectable millimeter of his strength as he entered first her cunt, then teased his way into her ass.

She shook her head, her desperate cries ringing as he pushed in, filling her impossibly full, stretching her flesh and her sanity beyond their limits. Her pussy spasmed, heat and rapture saturating it. She fought the orgasm threatening to burst loose as Ilid unmercifully sank in her as deep as he was capable.

She was swollen from her earlier climax. The gel was doing its evil work to uncouple her fraying control as Ilid thrust and thrust and thrust. His rear cock found places as exciting as those in her womanhood, adding to the frenzy of delight and torment. Detodev groaned, the sound excited, as she dug her fingernails in his arms.

“Don’t do it,” Ilid growled. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

The order only made it harder to resist. The deepening spiral of surrender came closer to swamping her when he reached between them to tease her clit. Charity screamed her defiance, but orgasm clawed closer, determined to break her.

He stroked her clit unmercifully. Every hungry thrust of his hips intensified the sensations filling her clamoring pussy and ass. A pulse of pleasure shot through her, a warning jolt of the coming cataclysm that wouldn’t be denied.

“No,” snarled Ilid even as a triumphant grin pulled the corners of his mouth.

Charity shrieked through gritted teeth, fighting with all she had to barricade against the orgasm breaching her restraint. Ilid moved faster, his cocks battering at the wall she’d attempted to erect, knocking it down brick by brick.

It crashed. Climax barreled through.

She was blinded and deafened by the power rushing through her, removing her from Mitag’s sleeping room, blasting her toa realm of heaving ecstasy which had no conscience. No guilt. Nothing but profound elation, which permeated her every pore until she exploded anew. A nova swamped the sky with lights of all colors. She was destroyed and created anew, the mother of a galaxy of stars.

She slowly settled and found herself gasping at the last surges of pleasure. Ilid panted in her ear, leaning on her and Detodev as his passion throbbed. He soaked her in the warmth of his release.

If this is losing, I can learn to live with it.Charity huffed a snicker and kissed the cheek nestled close.

Ilid turned his head to regard her, a smile stretching his mouth so his teeth showed. “There’s my Miss Behavior.”

“No regrets.” Though as orgasm spent itself, she wondered if she’d feel the same way when she received her promised punishment. She had no idea if it would be the erotic type she’d suggested, or if Ilid would decide on real consequences. They were promised clanmates, but they had much to learn about each other. Still, she couldn’t fathom her acceptance of his proposal might be a mistake.

His humorous, overly dramatic expression of firm displeasure reassured her as he untied the rope holding her ankles. “There will be times I mean it. I enjoy controlling my lovers’ orgasms when the mood hits, but I pushed you unfairly by using the gel.”

“I’m sure you had a reason?”

His eyes twinkled before he took on an attitude of resolve. He turned it on the man supporting them. “Nobeks are the traditional disciplinarians of the clan. As I’m partial to the traditions of clanship, your penalty for disobeying me will be up to Detodev.”

Charity heard Detodev’s sharp intake of breath. Tension sang in his muscled frame. “My Dramok—”

“You have a duty.” Despite the steel of command, Ilid’s tone was soft. He stepped back, his gaze holding the other man’s. “I expect you to carry it out when required. Do so now.”

Detodev looked from him to Charity to Ilid again, as if he watched a tennis match. She focused her regard on the Nobek.

“I’m a naughty girl, and you need to put me in my place. If you don’t, I might decide to get up to greater shenanigans.” She whispered in his ear, “I trust you. Surely you can concoct some form of punishment that doesn’t include lunatic brutality.”

He chuffed a weak laugh. She could practically hear him applying the brakes on his panicked, racing thoughts. “Of course.”

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