Alien Refuge (31 page)

“Ospar...” her voice came out pleading.

“Surrender, Iris. That’s all we want from you. Just be and let us make all the decisions about tonight. All you have to do is obey.”

She licked her lips.
Just surrender
. Like that was easy. Like she handed control over to men anymore.

But it was only for a few minutes at the most, right? Surely they wouldn’t make her hang here all night? But now she wondered. Ospar had sounded pretty peeved at her a moment ago when he’d threatened to do just that.

Controlling Kalquorian. He’d warned her he could be overbearing, and he was more than proving it right now. And what of the others? Rivek would probably see this as a great spiritual exercise. Jol, with his predatory Nobek nature, was most likely enjoying seeing her helpless like prey. He’d put her in the cuffs after all.

Damn. She really was stuck, unless she told them to stop. They’d said that would end everything immediately. Her mind shied away from that option, however. If she called a halt, then they wouldn’t touch her anymore. They wouldn’t make love to her.

Iris really, really wanted to be held by the three men, even if it meant waiting all night.

It wasn’t much easier to concede to the Kalquorians than it was to tell them to stop. But she managed to do it. “All right,” she whispered. “If you want me to hang here, I will. Whatever you want.”

There was no answer. Silence stretched endless seconds that felt like hours. Iris found herself listening for a breath, a rustle, a shuffle, anything. The Kalquorians made no sound. It was eerie. Uncomfortable. Not seeing or hearing them made her uneasy. Her senses heightened, trying desperately to discover any sign of their presence.

Nothing. There was nothing at all except the weight of knowing they were watching her. Waiting to see if she would endure this bizarre situation, that she would indeed allow them to have control over her. With the minutes spinning out into forever, it was getting harder and harder to simply remain quiet and accepting.

They’re playing with my head. They know it’s driving me crazy. Why am I letting this happen? Why should I give them have this kind of power over me? Because I like sex with them? This is crazy. This is bona fide nutcase material.

At the same time, stubborn pride was making her remain silent and still. They had challenged her, and some perverse streak in her being insisted Iris could outlast them. That she would show them she could handle whatever they threw at her. She was strong. She’d survived Conrad and Armageddon. She was making a life for herself and Thomas, scratching it out from the stubborn earth of Haven. She just had to wait it out for however long they wanted to torment her this way.

But it was hard.

When fingers suddenly trailed lightly down Iris’ right breast, she jerked in shock and uttered a little cry. The sensation was profound, coming from the silence and darkness that had become her entire world. The hand retreated, leaving her alone again. Her skin tingled where she’d been touched, and she writhed a little, incapable of not encouraging whichever man it had been. She was desperate for contact of any sort, any escape from the void the Kalquorians had placed her in.

Another soft touch, this time to one buttock. Again, it was gone as fast as it came, leaving heat in its wake. Iris’ gasps were loud to her own ears, the sounds eager and hopeful.

Then there was another stretch of inactivity. Iris seemed to have been left alone with only her pounding heart for company. She ached for another bit of fleeting contact. She wanted it so badly that tears stung her closed eyes.

Minutes dragged by. At last, the rough pads of fingertip and thumb closed over one nipple and tugged gently. Searing delight speared straight from the tip of her breast down to her clit. Never had such a light touch given so much pleasure. Iris’ head fell back and she groaned, thrusting her chest out for more.

The touch disappeared, and this time she did sob. The hitching of her chest was abruptly cut off when the other nipple was grasped and tugged like the first. Another burst of lightning arousal bolted through her body. Iris stiffened in her bonds and cried out.

The fingers released her, leaving her squirming as arousal burned in her loins. Her breaths ended in whimpers as she tried to compose herself for another stretch of aloneness.

Instead, a hand cupped her mound, the fingertips brushing the cleft of her sex. Iris shoved into the warm palm with a groan. Her pussy gushed, turning the hand holding her slick.

The fingers searched her folds, finding the entrance to her womanhood. They traced around it, bringing aching desire to the fore before retreating to leave her in agony.

Iris thrust her hips forward. “Please,” she moaned.

Hands on her breasts again, this time rubbing and squeezing just shy of pain. Any contact now was a gorgeous experience, and Iris did not protest the rougher handling. In fact, she welcomed it, welcomed all of it. Every touch was a blessing after being left alone in the silent dark.

Now slick fingers returned, perhaps the same ones that had tantalized her sex only moments before. This time they traced around her anus, providing delicious sensations in that forbidden area. Iris moved her hips back this time, encouraging exploration. She was obliged by one of the fingers entering to stroke in and out.

A wet mouth joined the hands on her breasts. Iris warbled a wordless welcome to the raspy tongue swirling around one areola. Her body was a riot of delight and growing need; every touch feeding her arousal. She felt the soft hair of one of the men beneath her chin as he sucked hard on her breast.

There was a warm waft of air over her spread and hairless sex. Iris’ breath caught. She hadn’t noticed feeling that before. Could it be...

Something wet and a bit coarse traced over her slit, and Iris shouted. One of the men was licking her. Sweet craving suffused her nether parts as the tongue moved forward from her entrance to her clit, where it paused to flick the sensitive button before starting over again.

A second finger pressed into her anus, stretching her carefully. The man mouthing her breast switched to the other one. The tongue continued to stroke its path over her eager sex. Ticklish delight swirled from each and every touch, making Iris moan almost continuously. With her sight shut out, her limbs unable to move, and the men still not making any noise, she had only the sweet-spicy scent coming off them and their lascivious handling to concentrate on.

Lips closed over her clit, and the tip of the man’s tongue rubbed delicately on the pulsing nub. Rapture bloomed thick and heavy within Iris, desire so phenomenal that she almost couldn’t take it. Her entire body stiffened, galvanized by the explosion of ecstasy. A strangled scream poured from her lips.

The mouth released her, allowing brutal desire to ease back. Iris wept from mingled loss and relief. “Please,” she sobbed, with no idea of what she was begging for.

Fingers pressed inside her pussy, joining the gorgeous invasion already happening in her ass. They moved in and out, fucking her. The calloused pad of a thumb flicked her clit.

While two sets of fingers worked her pussy and ass, the mouth at her breasts left off sucking to gently nip. Perhaps the hard teeth should have been painful, but Iris only felt gorgeous thrills up and down her spine with every careful bite. Elation burned throughout as she succumbed to sensations she’d never know existed. Her head tossed from side to side as the men pleasured her.

The fingers inside her female sheath curled and pressed hard as they rubbed up and down. It was as if someone had lit fireworks in her lower belly, and Iris was suddenly on the threshold of orgasm. Her guts clenched tight, pleasure rolling from her womanhood all the way up her spine to set her teeth on edge. She screamed through clenched teeth.

The fingers in her pussy withdrew. Ospar’s voice spoke from in front and below her. “She’s right there. She’ll go at any moment.”

The cruel and lovely mouth on her breast disappeared. Right in front of her, Jol said, “Shall we move to the sleeping mat?”

“I think that would be best.”

There was a rustling sound; the movement of a body on sheets. Jol again spoke. “Cuffs, respond to physical adjustment.”

The fingers in her ass disengaged. Iris felt her wrists and ankles gripped where the cuffs held her. They tugged, and she had the sensation of moving through the air, guided by the pull of the men.

Hands circled her waist and pulled her downward. At the same time, Rivek said from behind her, “Bend your knees, lovely.” Her ankles were pushed forward so that she knelt with legs spread in midair for a few moments. The hands at her waist kept lowering her, and she felt twin prods at her sex and anus. The one at her tighter entrance was carefully moved aside so that it could not enter her.

Iris’ breasts brushed up against a hard, silky-skinned chest. Her nipples, already engorged from the play they’d been subjected to, tingled at the contact. She leaned forward to get closer, flattening the soft orbs against the man in front of her.

“Hello, Matara,” came Ospar’s raspy voice.

Iris sighed and pursed her lips a little, searching for his. He obliged her, his mouth covering hers. She opened to his kiss and moaned with delight when his tongue twined about hers.

Meanwhile, her wrists were lowered until they met at the small of her back. She was still bound, still helpless, still blind, but at least they were touching her now. Iris sucked on Ospar’s tongue with desperate hunger, determined to keep him close.

He continued to press her downward, his hands being the ones gripping her waist. His larger cock entered her, carefully inserting itself between the soft petals of her womanhood, creeping across the threshold of her body, probing its cautious path within her. He pulled her down onto himself with excruciating slowness until her bottom met his thighs and she was seated fully on him.

In contrast to the tender penetration, his mouth devoured hers with a voracious hunger that left her breathless. It was a strange juxtaposition, his sex entering hers with such delicate care while his kiss demanded so much.

Ospar’s arms circled around her body, and he rolled them down so that he lay on the bed and she lay on him. His legs kicked out between hers and he spread them wide. A moment later, a warm body covered her from behind, and Iris felt something like a soft curtain flow on either side of her. After a moment, she figured it out: Rivek was crouched behind and over her, and his fabulously long hair had spread around them.

His cocks lay along the crack of her ass, heavy and hot and wet. He adjusted, placing the smaller one against the loosened bud of her anus. His hands circled the cuffs on her wrists, tugging them so that they were low, one resting on the beginning rise of one buttock, the other slightly above it.

“Open your hands,” he said.

Iris did so, and the tip of Rivek’s larger cock settled on the lower palm. “Relax and open, Iris,” he encouraged. “I’m going to enter you now.”

She did so, pushing to open out and accept the anal cock pressing its way into her. As the sublime fullness made its way inside, the Imdiko’s larger cock slid along her open hands. Iris closed her grip around the length, and Rivek’s lubrication allowed him to slip easily into her small fists. He groaned.

“That’s it, my lovely one. A little tighter ... oh yes. Yes, sweet Iris.”

Ospar sighed. “I can feel you moving inside her. It is a most amazing sensation.”

“For me too.”

“Perhaps I may be included in the activities?” Jol sounded strained.

“Of course, my Nobek.”

Ospar’s hands gripped Iris’ upper arms, pushing her up from his chest. “Put your head back, Iris. Open your mouth for Jol.”

The scent of cinnamon was thick. Iris’ stomach tumbled with excitement. Would he taste as good as he smelled? Her lips parted, eager for her first taste of Kalquorian male.

Fingers smoothed her hair back from her temples, then Jol was gripping the sides of her head. The moist, tapered end of him nudged her mouth, which she opened wider to admit him. The hot appendage entered, slipping down the surface of her tongue.

Sharp sweetness exploded, the flavor better than the scent. Iris closed her lips over him and sucked at the juices seeping from his flesh. She heard the Nobek catch his breath.

“Mother of All,” he choked.

As he moved farther in, Iris ran her tongue all over the invader, greedily swallowing every drop of moisture he offered. She felt his pulse drumming hard along the underside of the cock. His other cock slid beneath her chin, and she wished she could fit both organs in her mouth. He was delicious.