Page 89 of Alien Haven

He took advantage by bending forward to kiss her. It was demanding and deep, claiming her as surely as thrusting his cocks in her pussy and ass would have. Charity forgot her feelings of vulnerability and nervousness as passion filled her.

Ilid broke the kiss. He pinched her nipples. It should have hurt, but all she felt was the shock of yearning from her breasts to her pussy. Her fingers dug in Detodev’s biceps, and he chuckled.

Ilid stepped back to view his prize: his future Matara. Their promised Nobek stretched her open for him. She visibly trembled, probably from a mix of carnal hunger and anxiety. Her lush breasts rose and fell as she breathed. She stared at him with hope and apprehension. Had she thought through her requests for erotic play prior to naming them? Perhaps she’d failed to do so, but he preferred her unable to consider her urges too closely if it meant censoring them. She should be able to name her desires freely. How else could he serve her?

She possessed definite delight in surrender. For a Dramok, it was an enthralling quality.

Her arousal scent rose, the delicate aroma he likened to the seaside in the summer. Her gleaming pussy was gorgeously swollen. Her clit peeking from beneath its hood, beckoning him to pay it the respect it deserved. A service he was eager to perform.

Detodev held her high so her head rested on his muscled shoulder. The Nobek was taller than Ilid, so it wasn’t a strainwhen he bent to taste her sweetness. The tip of his tongue traced her trembling folds, and she sang a vocal sigh. Ilid grinned, thinking how loud Charity became during sex. He recalled their attempts at intimate encounters on the shuttle that had brought them to Haven. It had been necessary to stop carnal play because of her inability to remain quiet and the proximity of his parents. He almost laughed out loud at the memory. In his wildest imaginings, he'd never hoped to have the beguiling woman he’d known then as Jennifer Seng as his future clanmate.

He spent a few minutes playing. His tongue circled her clit, dove deep in her entrance to taste her honeyed essence, and darted a quick touch to the tip of her sensitive nub. He mapped her sumptuous sex thoroughly. He spread her folds to tongue fuck her, then teased her clit until she squirmed and wailed in Detodev’s unrelenting grip.

He straightened and stepped back. He delighted in her inarticulate cry of longing, of how her hips jerked to invite him to return.

He reached in his pants, finding himself well lubricated in anticipation. He wet his fingers thoroughly in the slickness. He reached for her to paint her rear entrance. He slid his finger in slightly.

She groaned, the taut opening tightening in reaction. He rewarded her by penetrating further.

Charity had become accustomed to rear entries, but being kept helpless made it more intense. Her hands were free to do as she wished, whether to encourage Ilid’s invasion or attempt to ward him off.

His determined stare was what brought the usual urge to do as she wanted to a screeching halt. He was all Dramok, resolute and displaying no hesitation. The man he’d been born to be. He wielded the authority Charity had grown eager to defy to forgean avenue of freedom from those who’d often smothered her in their devotion to her safety. They’d repressed her for her own good, but she’d chafed under it nonetheless.

She understood Ilid wasn’t after her independence. He was invested in her living as unfettered as she could despite a dangerous universe. This moment was merely an interlude, a venue where he exercised his own instincts. He’d do so to their mutual satisfaction if she’d throw off the shackles of her habit of defiance.

Those binds and her knee-jerk reaction to them evaded his control after an instant, however. She jerked in Detodev’s grip, under the steel regard of Ilid’s unwavering gaze. “No.” It came out in a half-rebellious whine and a gasp of need.

He bent to her clit once more. A surge of purest ecstasy shot through her, and thoughts of resistance disappeared. Charity shouted as his tongue lapped and his finger moved, slowly fucking her back there. Lust stampeded, sending her to incredible heights in an instant.

Ilid pulled his finger free and replaced it with two. He sucked and rubbed his tongue on her clit, stroking the demand she submit. Sensation lifted her high, brought her to the brink, left her hovering for a breathless eternity…

Rapturous bliss exploded. Charity unleashed a scream as she fell into elation. It surged in violent pulses until she knew only pleasure. No sight or sound existed. Just exaltation. She tried to jerk. Her hips instinctively bucked as knots of elation broke loose, but she was held still for Ilid’s avid attention. She shrieked and shook, helpless to move as orgasm rushed through her again and again.

He straightened when the ebbing pulses left her quietly moaning in the aftermath. He licked his lips. “I love tasting you come.”

“Ungh,” was her tongue-tied response.

He chuckled. “You could exercise better discipline. You came quicker than I intended. From now on, you need my permission to climax.”

She stared at him, unable to credit the words her ears had heard him say. “Right. Good luck on that.”

He leaned close, his intense stare skewering her. “You’ll wait for me to tell you to come. Do you understand?”

For once, thoughts of defiance for defiance’s sake didn’t appear. All Charity could think of was how Ilid’s control excited her. How good it felt when he ate her pussy. How crazy she got when he stuffed her full of his cocks and rode her.

How the hell was she supposed to hold off orgasm when he drove her straight into its maelstrom? Just the notion of the delights he’d given her moments prior made her pussy clench in anticipation.

“And if I can’t stop it from happening?” She’d meant to demand an answer, but her voice wheezed in a breathless whisper.

“You’ll have to be ready for the consequences of disobedience.”

He must have decided her gape-mouthed silence was assent, because he delivered wet, sucking kisses to her nipples. They tingled under the assault. When she moaned, he stopped. He left her for Mitag’s open drawer of tormenting delights to rummage. She strained in Detodev’s untiring arms to see his selection. Ilid kept the item he’d claimed cupped out of sight in his hand.

“I’m in the mood to test how well you can behave for your future Dramok.” He squirted something on his hand, then rubbed it on her labia. He took care to coat the folds of her pussy and clit.

An instant later, heat woke where he’d applied the gel. Ilid traced the top of her clit, his touch barely there. Charity kicked as brute desire woke. “Shit!”

“Curse if it helps you maintain control.” Ilid spoke in an offhand, conversational tone. “But no coming until I give permission. Sensitizing gel isn’t as much fun when you’ve earned a pussy spanking.”

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