Page 59 of Alien Haven

Ilid squeezed. She jerked again, rising slightly. A crease appeared between her brows, but she didn’t tell him to stop. If anything, she pushed so her breast filled his hand better.

“Unlike Detodev, I have no concern of losing control,” Ilid told her. “If we do anything you hate or absolutely can’t take, your word issholt.”

“Kalquorian forstop.” Her voice was breathy, raising the hairs on his body. Her palpable eagerness fed his own. “And if I’m unsure? Kind of into it, kind of not?”

“Then saywerpac. It means slow.” Ilid enunciated each syllable to make sure she could repeat the Kalquorian word.

She did, half a dozen times under his direction. She bestowed her naughtiest grin. “Maybe you’re a bully, but at least you aren’t a jerk.”

“I do my best,” he snorted. “I don’t care for how easily you’re carrying on a conversation though. Let’s see what we can do about it.”

He swooped down and sucked in a mouthful of her breast. Her reaction was immediate and gratifying: a loud cry, accompanied by enthusiastic squirming.

“She’s loud.” Detodev’s tone revealed he enjoyed her wriggling against him. “You won’t be left guessing if she’s enjoying herself.”

Ilid didn’t answer immediately. He enjoyed the slightly salty taste of her skin and the feeling of her softer flesh on his tongue. He delighted in the stiff point of her nipple before drawing off with a slight popping noise. He was pleased to see Charity’s eyes had gone glassy.

“Her ardent vocal appreciation and my parent clan’s quarters proximity to mine and hers kept us from getting as intimate as we wished on the ship,” he sighed. “Otherwise, we would have had quite the time.”

“Damn right we would have,” Charity groaned. “I tried to be quiet, but I can’t seem to turn my vocal cords off.”

“She’s talking again. All I want are those screams now that we’re in a place where I can enjoy them. Help me claim the paradise I’ve waited too long for, Mitag.”

He bent to her breast. Mitag’s enthusiastic slurps on its twin filled his ears.

At last, Mitag could join wholeheartedly in the seduction. He adored bringing his lovers to full passion as much as the act of sex itself. He’d held off thus far with Charity in deference to Ilid’s need for control.

Lovemaking was as good a venue as any for his new friend to exercise the Dramok tendencies he’d become unsure of. He was glad to allow Ilid to assume the leadership characteristics he’d been born to, in a safe space where only Charity had offered a quickly abandoned challenge. Mitag reasoned it might help Ilid recover a measure of the confidence he’d lost to the Darks. The Imdiko was convinced that like Detodev, Ilid sold himself short when it came to being the best of his breed.

These thoughts were background noise to his enjoyment of Charity’s sumptuous flesh. He’d had a few sexual encounters involving Earther women on Haven, but never someone so graced by curves, nor so set on enjoying erotic delights to the fullest. Her moans of pleasure were musical. He was enthralled to hear her voice it.

Sharing her with two others, specifically a Dramok and a Nobek…also a thrill. Some Kalquorian men had leapt at the chance to have a woman to themselves when the new laws had recognized nontraditional unions. Kalquorian men no longer had to form clans of Dramok, Imdiko, and Nobek in order to establish a legal binding to a Matara. Many Earther women, coming from a strictly monogamous society, also preferred to find a single partner rather than a clan of three.

Mitag had ached for it all. He’d dreamed of a full clan to love and care for from childhood. He understood it was because he’d been denied a parent clan of his own. His guardians hadn’t truly wanted him. They’d regarded raising him a duty foisted on them. His petition to be granted emancipation at the age of seventeen had been greeted by relief from his uncles, aunt, and cousins. It had hurt to be so eagerly released, but it was easier than being alone in the midst of those to whom his presence was unwelcome.

He was determined to join a real clan. Hoping to make it happen, he’d latched onto the standoffish Detodev he’d suspected was as lonesome as himself. Now here was Ilid, certain he couldn’t lead a clan though he obviously could.

Despite Charity swearing she couldn’t wait to leave Haven, Mitag was sure she’d experienced the sense of abandonment he’d lived under. It was in her dogged pursuit of Detodev, in her determination to lift Ilid from his fears, in the frequent hugs and touches she gifted Mitag.

Imdiko, Dramk, Nobek, and Matara. Mitag realized he indulged in wishful thinking, but it was impossible to stop dreaming they could be the only thing he desired above success and riches: a clan.

Charity’s senses were aflame. Detodev’s powerful but easy restraint was heady bondage. He held her helpless, but he gave her a sense of safety nonetheless. The confinement freed her to submerge in the enthusiastic caresses of the other pair. Their hands were hot on her as they roamed in exploration, leaving heated trails, as if burning paths on her skin. Their mouths were hotter still. Hot and wet and hungry, they sucked and licked and nipped until she couldn’t think for the shocks reverberating through her.

Detodev’s passion was obvious against her lower back. His livid state of arousal was firm iron despite the fabric of their pants separating them. She recalled how he’d felt inside her, front and rear. Her cunt spasmed in demand to have him that way again.

She barely noticed when Ilid and Mitag tugged her sturdy shoes off, followed by her socks. She was better aware of her jeans peeling off her legs. She was fully awake to those insistent hands gripping her inner thighs, of them sweeping circles toward the soaked crotch of her panties. Her cries gained volume the closer they crept. They discovered the creases between thighs and mound at the same instant, where the edge of her underwear kept her womanhood hidden. There, fingertips danced, refusing to cross the silky border.

Mitag kissed up her chest, throat, chin. His mouth locked on hers to swallow her moans. His tongue swept in to taste as Ilid continued to devour her breast. She strained in their uncompromising grips, trying to find contact linking her pussy and their fingers. They remained tantalizingly out of reach where she most wanted to be touched.

Ilid relinquished her breast to travel downward. He left a wet line from her nipple to her navel, where his rough tongue swirled. The idea of how it would feel should he lick her in such a fashion where her pulse hammered hardest made her writhe.

His and Mitag’s fingers dared no closer to where lust clamored to be sated. Charity’s keening grew more desperate.

Detodev apparently found it difficult to simply watch and contain her. He nuzzled her neck, nosing her hair aside to kiss and nip. After a few seconds, he mumbled against her skin, his breath balmy. “Dramok?”

Mitag’s kiss kept Charity from seeing Ilid, but his lips and tongue briefly left her. “Yes.” He said nothing further. Hecontinued his journey lower, until he encountered the waistband of her panties. Like his fingers, his mouth went no farther.

Charity had little opportunity to protest. Detodev fastened on her neck. Two jabs of pain at once announced his bite.

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