Authors: Tracy St John
“Yes,” was al Michaela could manage, the word a hiss, trembling in the air.
“You wil come for me, screaming my name. And then I wil make you come again, over and over, until you beg me to stop.” Raxstad’s breath was hot on her ear. His words were every bit as tantalizing as the cocks he shoved deep into her body, fucking her harder as he started to climb the peak to ecstasy.
“Even when you beg for mercy, I wil keep going until I can no longer hold off. I wil shoot deep into your bely, into your ass, down your throat, al over your breasts. And you wil submit to al gladly.”
“Yes please,” she sobbed, his dark words a thril. “Anything. Everything.”
Raxstad’s breath built to hurricane strength. He pounded into her clutching sleeves, his cocks battering rams destroying al barriers to her pleasure, his invasion forcing her to succumb to carnal bliss yet again. She wailed as a series of trembling spasms spread through her core, precursors to the eruption that was building in searing flashes.
Their hips met with whipcracking explosions. Raxstad’s growl started low, as if coming from his bowels, then grew louder as it traveled up his body, into his throat, becoming an earth-shattering roar as it burst from his fanged mouth. The first pulse of his pleasure sweled within Michaela, igniting her own ecstatic release. She screamed in accompaniment to the Nobek’s howl, her fingernails leaving bloody trails down his arms as terrible elation burst over her, thudding through her in a thundering galop.
Raxstad’s head darted down, and his mouth seized the muscle where her neck met her shoulder. The sharp intensity of his fangs sliding into her flesh brought her screaming again. Al was a riot of sensation, and Michaela lost touch with everything except the glorious feeling of his cocks jerking inside her, his mouth clenched on her, the heavy pressure of his body weighing on hers.
They bucked against one another as catastrophic climax tore them asunder. They emerged from their shared madness battered and smiling.
“My beloved,” Raxstad whispered, his face soft with afterglow, his shoulders, arms and chest weling blood from where Michaela had savaged him with her long nails.
“I love you,” she sighed. Being bitten a second time so soon after the first had her floating as gentle as a breeze. Her husky voice had become an almost feminine lilt, she was so effervescent.
“Thank you,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut in a moment of un-Nobeklike emotion. “If I had lost you—”
“There was never a chance of that.”
He nodded, as if he couldn’t squeeze any further words from his throat. He puled away for Govi to take his place.
The handsome Imdiko laughed to see her so dreamy-eyed. “Can you even move, my beauty?”
Michaela made her right arm lift. It floated up so she could brush Govi’s hair out of his eyes, feeling as if it was barely connected to her body. She watched it flutter back down to the bed. Drifting, drifting on a warm wash of joy…
“At least you’re stil conscious,” Govi grinned for an instant before sobering. “I am yours to command, Michaela. Tel me what you wish, what it is that wil help me rectify the wrong I have done to you.” She tried to think about that. She’d forgiven him, forgiven them al, so there was no need for Govi to think about being punished. He hurt already, more than anything she could deal out. But the scent of his arousal, that delicious aroma of sweet cinnamon-like spice, derailed her attempt to tel him so. Her mouth watered, and she could only think of one thing right now.
“I want to taste you,” she sighed, licking her lips in anticipation.
“That seems like more of a joy for me than you,” he protested.
“I love your flavor. I love how soft your skin is over your hard cocks. I love how it feels when you fuck my mouth.” Michaela’s voice had gone breathy with desire.
Govi’s eyes were as dark as night at her words. His breath sped up, and he growled softly. He began to crawl over her, bringing his groin to her face.
“Not like that,” she said, inspiration suddenly striking. “Lay me so my head hangs back off the bed and you stand over me. That way, I can take more of you.” The Imdiko’s next growl was not so soft. He arranged her as she’d asked. The bed was tal enough, Kalquorian sized, so that as he brought his cocks to her mouth, he wasn’t forced to bend his knees.
She grasped both cocks, holding them together and opening her mouth wide. Govi pressed in, his breath catching as she enclosed him in her hungry mouth. His widths, more than his lengths, were obstacles to taking much in. Michaela managed to admit a third of her Imdiko’s sexes before she signaled him to stop.
“My beauty,” he breathed, his hands sweeping over her breasts. “I love you so.”
He massaged the mounds while he slowly fucked her mouth, taking great care to keep her from gagging. Michaela delighted in his gasps and moans as she pleasured him. Her tongue roled al over his flesh, exalting in the sweet-spicy-salty taste of his lubrication and the occasional drop of pre-cum. Her cheeks dimpled as she sucked on him, making him groan and clutch her breasts hard. Serving her men had always been aphrodisiacal to Michaela, and she rubbed her thighs together, stimulating her clit, as her body responded to the thril of sucking Govi off.
His hands moved over her torso, hot and strong. Govi bent over her, never missing a beat as he pumped her mouth ful of his cocks. He braced himself on one hand as the other sought out her sex. He pressed forcefuly to wedge her legs open, so caught up was she in self-pleasuring. Her hips jerked in response as his fingers rubbed hard against her pussy.
Michaela moaned around the mouthful Govi gave her, and he grunted in response. His thumb drew patterns over her clit as he shoved three fingers inside her, curling them to find that magic spot within. She cried out, moving her hips to greet his hand.
Govi’s tongue joined his thumb in flicking over her sensitive bud. His other hand curled around her penis, again thickening with lust. His mouth moved from one eager point to the other, making both erect.
Pleasure swirled from her center in hurricane bands, the tempest growing in the warmth of his mouth, in the power of his hand. He worked her flesh harder and harder, bringing orgasm thundering close.
His pulse thudded profoundly against her working tongue. Cinnamon-like lubricating juices flooded her mouth as Govi grew more excited. Michaela swalowed his honey, the thought of his semen pumping down her throat as arousing as his fingers, hand, and mouth on her sexes. She tightened her lips around him, inviting the warm expulsion.
Govi growl-groaned in response. His mouth and hands quickened on her, bringing a storm surge of sensation. Michaela warbled her encroaching climax, her tongue whipping the tips of his cocks in a frenzy with each brief withdrawal as he moved in and out. Mouth fucked, finger fucked, cock gripped tight in that caloused hand, she was overwhelmed by the onrushing tidal wave.
“Coming,” Govi managed and shuddered. He emitted a low howl an instant before his larger cock sent a stream of sweet surrender into Michaela’s mouth.
His semen was the last ingredient needed to wash her into a pounding ocean of bliss. A white-hot blast seized Michaela’s lower parts, and she strangle-screamed as elation was spent in shotgun bursts. She was in a chaos of delights; swalowing Govi’s offering, sucking hard to get al he would give, submitting her own contribution in return.
When she quieted Govi withdrew. In an instant, she was gathered in the arms of her entire clan. They surrounded her, murmuring and kissing her, making the restoration complete. She walowed in the joy of being loved.
Michaela thought they might al lie on their shared bed, cuddling until al drifted to companionable sleep like the old days. She hadn’t counted on Serena.
The home’s monitoring system came to life with the baby’s cry. Her parents’ faces lit with identical smiles, and the air filed with their chuckles.
“Her Majesty cals,” Michaela laughed, and with the help of her clan, she got to her feet. The group took the short walk down the hal to the nursery.
A few minutes later, Michaela sat in the chair, rocking her child as she fed her, the men crowded adoringly around their two women. Michaela smiled at them al. Her clan. Her baby.
Her family.
The Sentence
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
Each judge rose to his or her or its feet one at a time to deliver their verdict. They were the top lawmakers of the major planets that belonged to the Galactic Council. The high profile trial had demanded nothing less but those of the uppermost authority.
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
Fifteen in al, they had listened to arguments, considered evidence, and asked questions for the last two weeks, if one counted by Earth time. Of course, Earth time had ceased to exist with the shattering blasts of Armageddon.
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
Most of those directly responsible for the horrific nuclear blasts, set off beneath hundreds of major cities, had died along with the people they’d murdered. The religious fanatics in charge of Earth’s government had made a fateful decision on behalf of al their people: better to die than live under the authority of the invading force of their enemy, the Kalquorians.
“Guilty.”
The man who’d had opportunity to stop the mass execution, the one who could have thwarted the madness, had survived. He listened with no sign of emotion to the judgments passed on him while his defender, an elderly former Earth judge, stood at his side with lips pressed into a straight line.
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
Cassidy Hamilton sat bolt upright between her clanmates Tranis and Degorsk as she had throughout the trial. They held her hands, neither complaining as her grip tightened with each one-word vote.
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
Her Nobek, Lidon, stood behind the accused. His gaze lit on her briefly, his sharp eyes narrowed. Along with the other two Nobeks assigned to protect the defendant, the stern-faced Kalquorian scanned the crowd attending the proceedings, looking out for would-be assassins eager to dispense their own justice. The outcry against Earth’s demise and those who could have prevented it had been deafening from not just survivors but other races as wel. For some, only execution would satisfy.
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
The final judge resumed her seat as the Head Judge levitated in the clear pod encasing it. The Alneusian’s webbed limbs waved slightly from within the brined water it floated in. It was a big, placid-looking creature. Cassidy had initialy doubted the very non-humanoid alien’s abilities to govern the legal proceeding. Within the first hour, she had thoroughly recanted her first impressions, feeling ashamed of the bigotry she’d experienced. Thank goodness she’d kept her opinions to herself.
The Alneusian judge spoke through the gils that ran the length of its heavy pink-hued body, and Cassidy, like most the gathered, listened to its comments through a translating earpiece.
Facing the accused Earther, a bald older man who stood ramrod straight, the Head Judge said, “General Patrick Hamilton, you have been found guilty of aiding and abetting the deaths of bilions of your own people. The verdict has been made by a unanimous vote from this panel of worthy adjudicators.”
Cassidy watched Hamilton carefuly. If he twitched the least little bit, she couldn’t see it from her front row seat in the galery.
The translator droned on. “You wil be sentenced for your crimes folowing expert testimonials from psychiatrists most familiar with your case. The options you face are life imprisonment, execution, or mind wipe. These choices are based on the heinous nature of your crime as wel as the psychiatric tests that confirm you cannot be rehabilitated. Testimony as to sentence wil begin tomorrow. Court is adjourned for the day.”
Excited muttering cascaded through the room as the judges swept out. General Hamilton was led from the chamber to be taken back to his cel. Cassidy saw her grandfather’s gaze moving in her direction as he left with Lidon and the other Nobeks. She quickly looked away. The sight of him made her physicaly il, but as his only living relative she’d felt duty bound to attend the trial after giving her own testimony.
“Ready?” Degorsk asked, getting to his feet. Her lean-muscled Imdiko mate tugged gently on Cassidy’s hand, his usualy merry face sober. Tranis also rose, though much more slowly, as if the weight of the world lay on his shoulders. He often looked serious, so it was nothing new for his expression to be grave. Stil, his bearded face was more worried than usual.
“Let’s go,” she agreed, letting her mates help her to her feet. She was only chest high to the men, though they were average size for their species. Despite being close in height and weight, the pair looked nothing alike. Tranis’ face was broad and bearded, while Degorsk’s sharper features were kept clean-shaven. The Imdiko’s waist-length hair was kept out of the way in a long, thick braid. Tranis let his wavy shoulder-length locks hang loose.
Cassidy trembled a little, as if the verdict had ever been in doubt. Degorsk gave her an encouraging smile and brushed her waist-length platinum blond hair back with gentle fingers.
Others made way as Cassidy, Degorsk, and Tranis left the courtroom. Nods accorded respect, and the usual hum of whispering folowed in their wake. Cassidy wasn’t quite sure why they were regarded as heroes. After al, they hadn’t been in time to rescue Earth. They’d made the effort, yes, but they’d sent the alarm too late. Over 75 percent of Cassidy’s race had been erased in the massive blasts that demolished Earth’s major cities. Since nearly 97 percent of al Earther females had been on their home planet, the results had been even more horrific for that gender.
Admiral Tranis, Cassidy’s Dramok, had suffered in particular over their failure to stop the Kalquorian invasion that had inadvertently set off the cataclysm. Tranis carried the blame like a second skin, as if he could have done more to break his prisoner General Hamilton’s silence.