Page 94 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 quickening beat. 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 reveled 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, his promised Dramok was there to remind him.

“Let go, my Imdiko,” Ilid called. His voice was soft, but the unspoken command shivered through Mitag. “Let her serve you. She wants strong men who insist she offers all they wish.”

He might have given in even without the Dramok’s order. Charity’s warm, wet mouth pulled on his clamoring secondary. Her tongue applied mind-blowing friction. Her hand tugged his primary’s heat-filled eagerness. 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 Matara, my clan, my Matara…

Ilid spoke to Charity, dictating the encounter. “Switch, my Matara.”

She sucked as her mouth released Mitag’s smaller cock and came off him with an audiblepop. Her glistening lips approached his larger length as she gazed up at him in submission. Her mouth surrounded Mitag in balmy sweetness. He shuddered and cried out as ecstasy surged.

“Same deal as for her,” Ilid said. “Don’t come until I tell you to, my Imdiko.”

Mitag tried to respond, but only a guttural stream of nonsense syllables escaped in 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 rebellious streak. His entire being centered on succumbing to his leader’s wishes, though his groin ached for release.

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

Mitag was vaguely aware of Detodev moving behind Charity. Her moans vibrated the Imdiko’s cock, bringing climax close. He fended it off with grim concentration, but 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. Instead, he growled, “Detodev, help her get in position so her Imdiko can fuck her. Hold her down for him.”

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 and vulnerable. 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 commanded.

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 fulfill 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 he lost some measure of control. Mitag abruptly shoved, driving in to the hilt. Charity shrieked as ecstasy zoomed at her, frantic to be experienced. A thunderclap of sensation struck. The Imdiko 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.

They 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 from excitement despite his recent orgasm. Ilid did the same on the other side, leering at them all. They were 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 was hanging on. She gazed at Mitag, his long hair draping to frame his tense features. She willed him to hold off too.

“Fuck her,” 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 thuds of pelvis to pelvis were fast at the start. They quickened as the seconds passed. Charity perceived herself to being animalistically restrained and rutted by primitive men who served only their lusts. The bestial crudeness of Ilid’s and Detodev’s supremacy, which she and Mitag were forced to serve, brought rampant craving surging. She gloried in being held down and fucked hard. From the way Mitag’s cocks jerked inside her and how he ground his teeth as he fought climax, he thrilled to it too.

Both wailed in tandem, unintelligible pleas to their masters as the need to orgasm clawed for escape. Charity was certain she was seconds from disobeying yet again. This time, she didn’t wish to. Ilid was her Dramok in all but name. They were equals elsewhere, but in passion, she ached for his rule.

A veined pair of massive shafts appeared before her. Detodev eagerly stroked his primary inches over Charity’s face.

“Yes, my Nobek.” Ilid sounded exultant as he did the same.

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