Page 77 of Bernadette

He bent to lick her clit, too slowly to set her off. She wailed at him. To punish her for being demanding, he stopped licking and concentrated on fucking her ass with the vibrator.

Chuckling, Hal pushed a finger into her pussy. Avoiding her clit, he moved in and out while sucking delicately on her nipple. She whimpered, but the tender touches that tormented rather than pleased continued.

Tumsa tugged on her other nipple while watching the acts performed on her. The slight hurt was far less than what her senses begged for. Withholding erotic pain was as bad as denying the pleasure she ached for. There wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it.

They began kissing, again far too tenderly to allow her to creep any closer to the gratification she craved. The kisses were light, almost wholesome. Doljen concentrated on her inner thighs, still pumping the humming vibrator in her ass. Hal focused on her breasts and stomach; Tumsa, her face, throat, and shoulders. The kisses were in danger of being chaste, but for the tingling left in their wake.

She was anxious for more, but the worst of desire had eased by the time they’d finished mapping her with their lips. Tumsa read her arousal level as if they’d been clanned for years rather than two months.

“You could do with more intensity. Halmiko?”

Bernadette shivered when the Nobek produced a thin rubber paddle. It was a lightweight piece, nowhere as thick as his belt, but it could produce an eye-watering sting. Especially in his capable hand.

Doljen removed the vibrator and switched it off before tossing it somewhere on the floor. He swapped places with the Nobek.

Hal peppered her ass cheeks with the paddle. She squealed against the gag. Harnessed and boxed in between the other twomen, she had nowhere to escape to. His swats were blurringly fast, and the prickling hurt soon burned. Seconds later, it was an outright inferno.

“Your pussy’s drenched,” he called over the steady patter of rubber striking flesh. “Tied helpless, punished, and watched. You know you love it.”

“I want a taste,” Tumsa growled.

Hal relented to allow their clan leader to claim her excitement. The feeling of the Dramok’s raspy tongue on her throbbing sex made Bernadette jerk as enthusiastically as Hal’s spanking.

Tumsa sat back with a happy sigh. “More.”

Hal resumed spanking. After a several seconds, Tumsa licked and sucked her juices. More swats. More licking. Bernadette writhed under their attentions. Her clit was swollen and red, emerging from its hood to beg for more.

From the gleam in Tumsa’s eyes, Bernadette was sure she’d regret her body’s ardent response. When he produced a tube of sensitizing gel, there was no doubt.

He rubbed it into her folds and the blatant nub of desire, stopping just short of bringing her to orgasm. Then he rubbed it over her nipples, which were stiff from the devotion Doljen had lavished on them during the spanking and cunnilingus.

As the first tendrils of tingling hyperawareness sank into her, Tumsa and Hal took turns lapping her quivering pussy. Doljen sucked her breasts, his tongue rubbing over the hard peaks. Barely a minute in, she squalled for mercy. There was none to be had.

Where Tumsa had smeared the gel, raw awareness awoke. Though he and Hal avoided her clit as they fed at her cunt, their warm breath sent spasms of pleasure through her. They kept her at the precipice, slowing and pausing entirely when convulsions warned she was on the brink.

They tormented her for what felt like ages that way. Only when desperate tears slid from her eyes did they relent.

Tumsa knelt between her legs, his cocks thick and ready. She wasn’t sure if he took her slowly because she trembled on the verge of climax or because he knew how crazy it drove her as he watched himself disappear within her cunt and ass. Perhaps he did so for both reasons, spearing her with aching deliberateness. His dark flesh sank into hers with a gradualness that made her scream in frustration.

“Hush, or I’ll go even slower. Or I’ll stop entirely and leave you in this state.”

Bernadette bit into the ball gag to quiet her cries. Harder when she noted the intensity with which Doljen and Hal stared where she and Tumsa joined.

Her pussy flexed. It did so again when his shaft found her hotspot. Despite his leisurely taking, his growing twin girths applied increasing friction. All at once, she was on the precipice.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you, my Matara? With us watching you—”

That did it. She was flung into orgasm under their knowing gazes. Pleasure ripped through her, trickling moans beyond the gag as they witnessed her surrender.

It was as if her release were a signal. Tumsa no longer held back but thrust steadily, tripping her from that first surge into a stronger second. Rapture blasted her senses as he had her.

He slowed again, allowing her to return from nirvana, her pussy rippling with lesser quakes. “That’ll do for a nice start,” he murmured. “I suppose I should share you now.”

He slid out of her, a most unwelcome loss. A nod to Hal, and the Nobek picked her up, still harnessed, and pressed her chest-to-chest. Though she thought she should have been used to it by then, she was nonetheless impressed by him holding her securely with one arm, while he positioned his primary to enterher. Tumsa pressed behind. They filled her pussy and ass at the same instant with their larger shafts. Bernadette gasped at the shock of their sudden invasion.

Doljen, lying on his side nearby, propped his head on his fist. He grinned up at them, caressing Bernadette’s ass cheek before stroking himself. “Excellent view I have here. I look forward to Part Two of the show.”

He didn’t have long to wait. Within seconds, his male clanmates were relentlessly plunging into their Matara, the smacks of their bodies meeting hers resounding in the small space.

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