Page 14 of Shadows Approach

Another splash of agony-ecstasy. Hope jerked under the fiery torment. The movement sent her rubbing harder against Piras’ fingers, and she jerked.

“Look at you dance. You’re beautiful, my Matara. Let’s keep it going.”

She poured gasps and moans as the spanking and Piras’ caresses continued. Soon her ass was a fiery hell, but it was secondary compared to the rapture filling her womanhood.

“Look at your pussy drip. You’re so wet for my strap. My girl likes it when she’s disciplined. Especially when it gets intense.”

The rhythmic slaps of leather on flesh ended. Was it over? Would he fuck her now? Hope was sure his first stroke would set off orgasm. She was so close.

There was a slap, but not on her smarting ass. Her sex blazed in an abrupt inferno, and she screamed as it flexed.

“Pussy’s turn for a spanking. Hold still, naughty pussy.” Kila gripped her hip to keep her in place and his palm swatted her cunt again.

She came, shrieking in equal parts pain and elation as Piras tugged on her clit and Kila slapped her most vulnerable flesh. After the fifth swat, he stopped.

“That’s my girl.” He knelt behind her, his thighs holding hers open.

She sobbed, overcome, as his primary burrowed. It slid in, a slow invasion of her overwrought flesh. He pressed in until his smaller shaft entered her pussy. She quaked, on the verge once more.

“Fuck me now. Go on and get on those cocks.”

There was no use begging for a respite. Shuddering, Hope pushed back slowly, impaling herself on the thick lengths. Pressure built. Her gaze skittered to Piras’ face, visible where his hair parted. His gaze was avid on where he continued to massage her clit, lips wet and parted in excitement.

“Get on them, girl. All the way on.” Merciless Kila swatted her ass.

Hope shoved onto him. His cock rubbed her internal hotspot, and she detonated.

Through the roar in her ears, the maddening commands were relentless. “Keep it going, girl. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and don’t stop.”

She rocked despite her pussy’s constant seizures, knowing Kila’s penalties were to be avoided at all costs. The spanking had been his version of gentle play. His actual punishments were a level of erotic suffering that gave even Piras pause.

She fucked as if her life depended on it, though she wanted to collapse and give her poor cunt and ass a rest. She didn’t let up even when a revived Lokmi ordered Piras to take off the cock cage and kneel in front of her. Piras obeyed, offering no resistance when their Imdiko tied his wrists behind his back.

“Stay absolutely still,” Lokmi growled at him. “If you so much as twitch, Kila’s beating will feel like love taps and the cage goes back on.”

“Get your mouth on our good boy, girl,” Kila said. “Suck him off while you’re fucking me. When he comes, swallow it. He’s been kind to bring you to orgasm so often. It’s his turn.”

She supported her weight on shaking arms to reach Piras’ primary. Forward, enclosing the livid length in her mouth, Piras’ delicious sweet-spiciness dancing over her tongue while her ass and pussy released most of Kila’s cocks. Backward, sucking the twitching shaft clean of its slickness and shuddering as she filled with the Nobek again, tormenting herself as incredible friction warned she’d come soon.

“Suck it down. Fuck me. Faster. Harder.” Kila was ruthless. “Do it. Make us come.”

Piras’ shaft jerked a warning, spurting pre-cum on her tongue. She swallowed it and as much of his cock as she could, trying to get him off before she lost her senses. Kila too. She slammed against him despite the anguish of her spanked ass. If she came first, she might be too exhausted to finish them. Such a scenario was unthinkable.

Kila’s exhortations ended, replaced by rhythmic grunts. He was nearly there. Piras shuddered violently. When Hope looked up at his face, she saw how it tensed, how his jaw clenched. He was close, but she was too, and the jolts of passion were growing stronger. She wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Kila groaned, and his hands tightened painfully on Hope’s hips. His cocks jerked inside her. He was coming at last. The evidence of his passion lit hers, and as the first surge swept over her, she latched onto Piras, taking him down so she gagged on his cock.

He shouted. A flood of ecstatic heat filled Hope’s mouth. She swallowed the copious spend and cried out at each surge of climax clenching her pussy on Kila’s throbbing shaft. She heard Lokmi laugh and applaud as waves of bliss broke over her.

An unseen, unblinking gaze watched the four aliens from the corner of the room, shadowed by a shelf overhead. The entity, a miniscule portion of the All, regarded the scene with no emotion known to human or Kalquorian. What it felt was unimportant anyway. It had its task. Separated from the All, its judgments were meaningless.

The four drew apart, but only slightly and temporarily. They twined limbs as they curled together on the platform where they’d engaged in frantic activity. The smallest was kept in the center, and the other three focused on her. They vocalized.

“Let’s celebrate our return to civilization every day.”

“I vote for every hour.”

Loud bursts of noise from their gaping, wet mouths. The little one spoke next.

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