Page 191 of Alien Haven

Smiling dreamily, she crouched on her elbows to put herself in position to accept his unspoken instruction. Her lips parted for him. He held his larger member to his abdomen. He slid his secondary into warmth.

Elation shot from his cock straight up his spine. It lit fireworks in his skull. Mitag’s head rocked back as her tongue rubbed the underside, where the large vein pulsed a quickeningbeat. He looked down to revel in the stunning view of his beauty taking him deeper, her concentration on his firm flesh. She sucked and swallowed his lubricating juices, making him a part of herself.

For a few moments, the delight of having someone drawing eagerly on his cock blanked Mitag’s mind of the usual impulse to tend rather than being tended to. He exulted in having a willing lover put him first and foremost.

She wasn’t alone when it came to looking after him. When his Imdiko predisposition awoke and he started to pull away, forgetting the delight Charity had shown in being dominated, Ilid and Detodev were there to remind him.

“Let go,” Ilid whispered in his ear as he grasped Mitag’s primary and pumped it slowly, excitingly. “Let her serve you. She wants strong men who insist she offers all they wish.”

Detodev said nothing. He let his tongue argue for him as it licked Mitag’s nipple. His fingers teased his ass. Ilid’s kiss sealed his undoing. The Dramok’s tongue stroked his, and Mitag’s need to minister to his lovers dissolved in a wash of arousal.

Lips drank from his, swallowing his muffled cries. Charity’s warm, wet mouth pulled on his clamoring secondary. A strong hand tugged his heat-filled eagerness. A raspy tongue applied mind-blowing friction to his nipples in turn. Two thick fingers eased him open for exploration, then rubbed where he was most sensitive. His cocks jerked in response. Mitag lost the ability to sort the separate feelings. They coalesced, making him a being of a single, brutal yearning. The sole rational thought occurring to him was the mantramy clan, my clan, my clan…

Ilid relinquished the kiss. Through blurred vision, Mitag saw him glance where Charity hungrily devoured. “Switch, my Matara.”

She released Mitag’s secondary. She sucked as she went and came off him with an audiblepop. Ilid guided theImdiko’s primary to her glistening lips as she gazed up at them in submission. Her mouth replaced Ilid’s hand, surrounding Mitag’s larger cock in sweetness.

“I’ll take over here,” Ilid muttered and shifted from his side. Only when Detodev’s fingers retreated, leaving Mitag empty, did he understand what was to happen. He groaned a welcome when his Dramok’s thicker invasion filled him.

Ilid wasted no time. His steady thrusts were immediate, rubbing Mitag’s cumspot hard. The Imdiko shuddered and cried out as ecstasy surged.

“Same deal as for her,” Ilid hissed in his ear. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Mitag tried to respond, but a guttural stream of syllables escaped before Detodev plastered his mouth on his for a hungry kiss, drowning what might have been agreement or a complaint. He wasn’t sure which it was, but he had to obey his promised clan leader. He didn’t possess Charity’s strong rebellious streak. His entire being centered on succumbing to Ilid’s wishes, though his groin ached for release.

“Give her pussy more gel, my Nobek. I want her ready for him,” Ilid said.

Detodev departed. Mitag was vaguely aware of him moving behind Charity. Her moans vibrated the Imdiko’s cock, bringing climax close. He fended it off with grim concentration, but Ilid’s continued pounding of his hotspot and her mouth gobbling his primary was fraying his control. Profound pleasure was edging into hurt from holding off.

“My Dramok,” he whimpered in desperation.

Ilid didn’t answer, but he did stop fucking. He was embedded deep in Mitag, who shivered violently. He was so close.

“Detodev, help her get in position so her Imdiko can fuck her. Hold her down for him,” Ilid said.

In an instant, Charity’s gorgeous mouth was gone. Detodev arranged her on the mat before Mitag.

The Imdiko’s breath left him. Charity lay like a sacrifice, her legs on either side of his. Detodev pinned her arms wide, leaving her utterly open. She stared up at Mitag, squirming helplessly under his feverish gaze. Her pussy trembled. Her swollen clit had emerged from its hood, blatant and red in its eagerness.

“Fuck your promised Matara’s pussy with both cocks until I allow you two to come,” Ilid growled.

Even if he’d wanted to, Mitag couldn’t have resisted the order. He grasped his twitching cocks and guided them to tender, vulnerable flesh.

Charity jerked at the contact as Mitag’s tapered tips settled on her avid sex. Prophets, he looked huge, impossible. She was tempted to try to bargain with Ilid…she knew arguing was no use…but the set expression he wore told her there was no mercy from that quarter.

Besides, the sensitizing gel was driving her crazy. She’d let Mitag split her in half if it would ease the desire ravening her.

He eased in, though his strained countenance told her he’d have preferred to plunge deep and lay her to waste. He was halfway engulfed in her clenching sex when Ilid decided to take control. The Dramok shoved, driving Mitag in to the hilt. Charity shrieked as ecstasy zoomed at her, frantic to be experienced as a thunderclap of sensation struck. Mitag shouted too, falling forward and barely catching himself as his hands splayed on the bed on either side of her head.

“Don’t do it,” Ilid snarled.

Charity and Mitag shuddered and moaned, tears dripping as they fought the battle between will and carnal yearning. Detodev crept forward to kneel over them, his cocks livid fromexcitement despite his recent orgasm. Ilid leered at them all, his to control, to reward or punish depending on his whims.

Somehow, the need to satisfy his hunger to lead helped Charity leash the defiant compulsion to climax. She hung on by a thread, but she hung on. She gazed at Mitag, his long hair draping to frame his tense features. She willed him to hold off too.

“Let’s fuck,” Ilid said.

Mitag’s hips shifted, drawing his flesh outward, putting friction where it tormented her most. He pulled almost all the way out. Gasping, he surged deep, driving hard. The small part of Charity’s mind still capable of thinking intuited it was Ilid who moved him. Ilid was fucking Mitag, and in doing so, making the Imdiko fuck her.

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