Chapter Five

Toni could have lived in the governor's quarters at the Government House. Stacy certainly had room thanks to five guest suites at her disposal. However, the elder Nichols sister spent her nights on Alpha Space Station in the company of Clan Rihep. Staying alone in Stacy's beautiful but vast apartment was akin to residing in a mausoleum.

Toni had leased a small house on the outskirts of New Hope City, a short shuttle hop from the Government House. She adored her rented little blue bungalow with yellow trim and flowering garden. The upstairs balcony off the rear, attached to the master bedroom she occupied, was a big plus. It overlooked a wooded area from which deer and the occasional fox emerged on her lawn, sniffed around, then retreated into its shadowed expanse. Toni started each day sitting there, drinking coffee, and contemplating what the day might bring.

This certainly wasn't on the agenda. She glanced at the trio of Kalquorians who'd joined her in gazing at the dark swath of trees under a curtain of stars. The bedroom had been left in darkness, the better to enjoy the beauty of star-filled nightfall.

"It's a small place, but it does me fine." She sounded apologetic to her own ears. Her home was a cozy retreat, in which she'd added sentimental decorations and furniture designed more for comfort than to impress. Comfort for an Earther, anyway. When she'd invited Clan Imon to her home, she hadn't considered her double bed. There was no way the four of them could successfully romp, much less sleep, on such a small surface.

"You want to talk tiny? You should see our quarters on the ship. There's room for the sleeping mat and little else." Imon inhaled the pine air deeply, his expression demonstrating only pleasure. "This is a lovely place."

"Lovely doesn't make my bed any bigger."

"But you have plenty of floorspace. Blankets and pillows will do nicely…unless you're having second thoughts?"

Was she? Gazing at the three men surrounding her, Toni felt warmth. Curiosity. Yearning.

"Not at all. I'm ready to learn why so many Earther women dared their lives to join clans before the war."

Wovir snickered. "Thanks for putting no pressure on us to perform."

Toni laughed. "Don't tell me the Nobek warrior is nervous about impressing little ol' me?"

"After hearing you verbally destroy the poor Chesran? I'm terrified." His grin flashed in the starlight.

"No need. I've had exactly four lovers in my thirty-three years, so I'm hardly an expert. Especially when it comes to multiple men."

She'd heard the stories, however. She had an idea of what she was in for. It made her extremely nervous…and excited.

Imon turned to her. He took her hands in his and kissed their backs, his gaze steady on hers. She remembered his people saw much better in the dark than Earthers. "The Kalquorian word for stop is sholt . Use it if you decide it's necessary."

"What's wrong with me simply saying ‘stop'?"

"You might be the type of woman who enjoys pretending she's being taken against her will. Or yells ‘don't' or ‘stop' in the heat of excitement. Using sholt tells us you mean it."

"Oh." She felt her face warm at the candid statement. No cute euphemisms. Straight-up information, on the verge of being bald. To cover her sudden embarrassment, she offered her own unvarnished truth. "I've always been the kind of girl who yells, ‘more.' So, you do roleplay type stuff?"

"As long as the involved parties are for it, yes." His eyes glinted over his merry smile. "As well as bondage, dominance, erotic spankings…and other things."

Toni swallowed, but she'd been told Kalquorian sex was adventurous. Her stomach twisted in nervousness, but she noted it wasn't an unpleasant anxiety.

Cool your jets. Don't you think sex with three men is enough excitement for now?

"Let's not get too crazy, okay? I'm the prude who's had only four lovers, all human, remember?"

"I get the feeling you aren't a prude in the least. You just haven't had the opportunity or the right people to explore. But yes, we'll keep it simple tonight." Feru glanced pointedly at his clanmates.

"Of course. But if you should feel the urge to broaden your horizons…" Imon allowed the offer to hang.

"I'll let you know."

"Then let's see how simple you like it."

Imon gathered her in his arms. She had a moment to think how big those arms were, how easily he could crush her, then he kissed her.

There was nothing tentative about it. Toni had been kissed her share, and the first was always a gentle exploration…usually a shy introduction, as a matter of fact. As if her new romantic partner was asking permission to do so, no matter how obvious her signals had been it was to be a passionate encounter.

Imon's kiss had no coy inhibition. His lips were firm, hungry, moving on hers in demand she accept his lust. It surprised her into a gasp, and he took advantage of her parted lips. His tongue, pleasantly rough, swept in to claim hers, to taste her.

Toni shot from slightly nervous anticipation to raw yearning in an instant. She was abruptly aware of her breasts against his hard chest, of how his grip molded her waist to his iron torso, of rigidness pressing her lower stomach that his uniform's armored crotch couldn't quite mask. He wanted her and made no attempt to hide it. His palm smoothed down her spine to her ass and pressed her closer to his desire.

His blatant lust left her dizzy. Her strength melted in a violent rush of yearning. She'd never known such a desire to yield to any man, but the longing to do so to this Kalquorian swamped her senses. She clung to him, her arms slung around his thick neck in a desperate grip. Everything but Imon disappeared from her consciousness.

He wasn't rough, but there was no mistaking the demand she surrender as he continued to plunder her mouth and pull her into himself. Surrender, she did. She had no choice.

He broke the kiss and swept her up in his arms. Toni was conscious they traded the night on the balcony for the deeper black of her bedroom. She was also aware of her tingling lips, the ghost of his kiss imprinted on them.

Then she was lying on her back, his deep, hulking shadow looming above her. He'd laid her on her bed, crossways so her legs draped over the side. He descended on her, a mythological god claiming a trembling mortal he'd sighted from Mount Olympus and lusted for.

Who the hell needs to roleplay when you have a man like this? He's fantasy incarnate. It was her sole lucid thought before he kissed her anew.

It wasn't merely the taste of his tongue as he devoured her. His weight pressed on her, an erotic pressure asserting his power. He shifted against her, the friction igniting her senses. Her arms and legs, of their own volition, circled him so she could writhe in response.

He kissed the entirety of her face, not merely pecking but truly kissing. She felt the warm darts of his tongue as he sampled the skin of her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin. Then came the hardness of his teeth as nipped…not painfully, but most definitely excitingly…along her jawline to her earlobe.

Then he nuzzled the side of her neck. He lifted from her, allowing space for his hands to run along her collarbone, her breasts, her torso. They climbed up again, once more far from gentle but firm in demand. Toni gasped to be touched as if he had the authority to command her.

Is this what I want? To be taken as if he has every right to do so? The wet warmth escaping her pussy insisted she did. Imon made her previous lovers seem weak, and he'd barely started. Her mind reeled at the realization.

Cool air chased after where his mouth wandered. As he tasted her collarbone, then nuzzled between her breasts, she realized he was easing her blouse open along the front. He didn't attempt to remove her bra; he merely shoved it up to get at the bared mounds.

His fingers plucked already taut nipples, and she cried out at the jolt of sheer delight arrowing straight to her clit. Her pleasure rang loud a second time when his hot mouth descended, sucking the peak in deep.

A second mouth claimed hers before she'd finished voicing her enjoyment. Her senses scrambled, confused ecstasy reigning for a few seconds. She finally remembered Feru and Wovir's presences. Which man kissed her at the moment, she couldn't have said. All she knew was clamoring arousal weakened her more to their hungers.

Some part of the edge of her mind, somehow retaining cognizance of her situation, whispered even if she wanted to say the Kalquorian word Imon had given her, the word she couldn't quite remember now, she wouldn't be able to speak.

Again, no pain…but she felt mauled as the pair enjoying her devoured her mouth and breasts. Her pussy clamored for its share of attention, soaking the crotch of her panties so she was certain her pants must be wet as well. Her senses riveted where the men kissed and sucked and where she wanted them most, as if she were a collection of sensual bits and pieces. In those small parts where she existed, she'd never been so alive. So awake. So there .

Then Imon traveled down, licking and nipping a path. Toni became aware her fingers had buried in his thick hair, no longer pinned under his weight as he shifted. Such luxurious silkiness, so different from her own cotton candy curls that fluffed around her head.

Thoughts of hair fled as the man who'd been kissing her…instinct claimed it was Feru, though the room's dimness and his position made it too hard to see…moved down to claim the breasts Imon had given up. The Dramok was now nuzzling her navel, so close to where she ached to have him.

Another pair of firm lips pressed hers. Teeth closed on her lower lip and tugged, prompting her to open for the third man's dizzying kiss as rough hands framed her face and held her prisoner. Had the other two kissed her with such devastating thoroughness? She was no longer sure as Wovir plundered voracious and insistent.

Feru was no slouch as he devoted himself to her breasts. His kisses rained on them steadily, then his tongue flicked the rigid tips until she attempted to squirm…an impossibility under the men's combined weight, though they were careful to keep from squashing her. The Imdiko gave himself over to sucking, the soft sounds loud between her helpless moans.

Imon lifted, and Toni's fingers slipped through his long hair as he slid out of reach. A tug at the fly of her slacks and a greater tug on her waistband, and the fabric of her pants and her soaked panties unpeeled from her ass, thighs, and slithered down her ankles. Then it was gone.

She lost the ability to breathe when he gripped the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. Cool air caressed her splayed sex…then a puff of balmy warmth. His breath. Toni groaned and lifted her hips, seeking.

Instead of feeling his lips or tongue on her clamoring sex, she sensed them in the crease between her thigh and vulva. He traced a slow line there, then slowly mouthed his way on her soft, inner thigh toward her knee. He'd been so close!

Despite not yet having contact where it would feel best, Toni felt herself ravaged by the clan's ardent kisses. It occurred to her the darkness enhanced the sensations. Robbed of sight, her skin was heightened to everything the men did to her. The sounds of their mouths on her flesh were amplified. The tongue licking the crease of her knee was as erotic as any touch she'd ever known.

No doubt they, boasting more sensitive sight, could see her perfectly fine. The vulnerability of being on display when she was incapable of viewing them added to her surprising excitement.

Imon switched to her other knee, then began kissing up her thigh. Would he finally taste her where it would be sweetest? Did she dare hope?

Feru's fingertips swirled a slow circle below her breasts, on which he continued to feast. He began to cycle them downward gradually, a light tickle that enticed. Perhaps he would touch her sex if Imon wouldn't. Toni wadded bed coverings in her fists as she waited and hoped. Meanwhile, Wovir persisted in kissing her, leaving her breathless.

Feru reached the top of her mound at the same second Imon found where her womanhood met her leg. Toni was suspended in agony as they paused for a heartbeat, wondering if either would grant her his desperately needed touch.

At the same moment, Feru's fingers slid on top of her clit and Imon dove into an open-mouth kiss to her softest flesh. Lightning flashed in her skull as pleasure barreled through her. Her feet kicked. Her cry was muffled by Wovir's tongue, still exploring and claiming.

Waves of yearning crashed through her as Imon's tongue filled her pussy and Feru rubbed her engorged bud. Her moans gained volume when Wovir's lips left hers. A part of her wanted to be embarrassed by how loud she was, how blatant her eagerness was betrayed, but she was mostly beyond such cares. Nothing mattered but what they did to her and how incredible it was.

She was aware of a delicious sweetish-spicy scent invading her nostrils but didn't pay attention to it until something hot and slick trailed across her lips. Her first instinct was it must be Wovir's tongue, and hers slid out to greet it. A flavor, reminiscent of cinnamon-sugar, danced on her tastebuds an instant before she understood what she was licking.

Prophets save me, is this his cock? Is this what I've heard of, that they lubricate as women do?

It seemed it was. One taste, and Toni couldn't get enough. She'd heard the giggles on Haven, particularly when she'd visited the bakery near the home she and her mother Rosa had shared there, about "Kalq-flavored breakfast rolls." It had never occurred to her the species' natural wetness could taste like pastry.

She eagerly lapped as the tip of Wovir's shaft continued to outline her lips. She claimed every drop of the spicy sweetness her tongue could reach. He'd momentarily released her, no doubt to open his pants, but had returned to holding her head between his hands, limiting her movement. She keened a wordless plea, both to him and the pair playing with her avid pussy. She needed to be filled, preferably in both places.

"Hungry Matara," Wovir's voice growled from overhead.

As if to punish her for wanting him too much, the slick cock disappeared. As Toni readied a protest, it returned. But no, this surface was broader. When she licked it, there was a different taste, an added salt component rendering him more luscious. Pre-cum, her mind exulted as her pussy spasmed on Imon's searching tongue.

Wet sounds filled her ears: her eager lapping the end of Wovir's cock, Feru on her breasts, and Imon on her cunt. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Trills of bliss suffused her entire being, especially as Feru massaged her clit. Ecstasy beckoned, and her sex clenched again.

Wovir had held back, edging only close enough for her to swirl her seeking tongue on the tip of his length. He crept closer until he passed the border of her lips. She sucked greedily as he slid along her tongue, consuming him as she was consumed. He tasted so good!

She was aware of his smaller cock sliding beneath her chin and leaving a wet trail. She gloried in the decadence of carnality as he slowly pumped his intimate hunger deep, stopping just ahead of triggering her gag reflex.

Toni gasped when Imon's finger replaced his tongue in her womanhood. He resumed licking her surrounding folds while driving in her. She hadn't noticed him draping her legs on his shoulders to free his hands. One held her spread open so his tongue could investigate every nook and cranny.

Her pulse throbbed in her ears and pussy. In her clit, upon which Feru hadn't relented for an instant. Stronger jolts of excitement struck, and she thought she might come soon if the Imdiko didn't let up. He showed no sign of doing so, and her breasts tingled from his ardent attention.

A spurt of Wovir's passion was joined by his groan. He was getting close, she believed. Would he come in her mouth? The idea thrilled her.

Before she could scheme to make it happen, Imon thrust a second finger in her. He searched and found a spot that filled her with a blast of pure heat. All at once, she was on the precipice of orgasm, forgetting everything else as rapture twisted tight, then tighter.

"Now, my beauty." Imon's whisper somehow pierced the thundering of her heart. He stroked her magic spot again just as Feru's mouth left her breasts and battened on her clit.

The room was dark, but starburst flared her vision white-blind. Sheer rapture ripped through her. Surge after surge rippled through her, leaving her suspended in paradise.

She returned by degrees, gratified but not quite sated. Throbbing heat still slid over her tongue, coating it in spicy sweetness. Feru's wet mouth had resumed its eager devotion to her breasts. Imon had assumed command of her clit, sucking and licking as his fingers worked her.

There was a difference, however. As the mists of climax cleared and settled in the slighter hum of returning arousal, Toni realized Imon had moved from her sex to her ass. He was readying her for the penetration that was part and parcel of sex with Kalquorians.

A sliver of anxiety and excitement twined. Could she do this? Other women had. Surely she could too. Wovir's secondary, still slipping back and forth beneath her chin, suddenly felt awesomely huge.

The thread of nervousness didn't want to listen to common sense. Prodded by the activities of her lovers…those men certainly knew what they were doing, and it was no lie…Toni couldn't find the strength to call a halt. Imon's talented tongue was short-circuiting her fears, making her reckless as she built toward another incredible release. Truth be told, his fingers there didn't feel half bad. Kind of exciting, in fact.

But his massive cock…

As if given a signal, the three men abruptly ceased their activities. Toni wasn't given time to protest the loss of cock, mouths, and fingers. Muscled arms swung her up, and she was abruptly up against an iron torso.

"Arms and legs around me, lovely," Imon said in a surprisingly commanding tone. It startled her into quickly complying. She wrapped her arms about his neck, and her legs circled his waist.

She realized he was kneeling at the foot of her bed. His forearm supported her buttocks, but what grabbed her attention were the stiff prods beneath. Hands…she had no idea whose they were…adjusted the Dramok so he poised on the threshold of entering her from front and behind.

"Easy does it," he whispered and seized her mouth in one of his heart-stopping kisses. He shifted as his tongue stroked hers, and his primary edged in. After a moment, its twin found the place where she'd never entertained a lover.

She concentrated on relaxing, confirming she was indeed doing this. At first, having been stretched by his fingers, it was easy. It was even good, being filled so thoroughly. The contact of many hands holding her, guiding her, keeping her safe, reassured her. Feru and Wovir were there, eager to introduce her to their clandestine pleasures.

A slight ache woke as Imon's tapered girth widened. She wondered about her ability to accommodate him anew. But it added to the thrill of the taboo act rather than detracting from it. Relax, she insisted to herself. She concentrated on the incredible feeling of his thickness in her pussy, of her breasts mashing his chest, of his warmth, of the decadent kiss lighting fireworks. On all the sensations helping to make the growing discomfort less important. She didn't miss a part of her reveled in the harsher demands being made of her flesh. It was a most fascinating and titillating discovery.

It was far from her last. Just as the ache bloomed into actual pain, Imon's primary reached the magic spot in her where his fingers had helped send her to ecstasy. Physical elation resounded like a gong, and the hurt transformed to greater rapture. She gasped, tearing her lips from his as she spiraled close to orgasm.

He groaned as her nails dug in his back. "There we go. Right where we want you."

She was glad her reaction wasn't impeding his pleasure. She couldn't have eased her grip if her life depended on it. She was full and the friction on her hotspot was unrelenting. She'd never known such incredible excitement. Thunderclaps of ecstasy reverberated through her. Only Imon's careful pace kept her from coming.

She sensed him watching her as she moaned and her head tossed. She was so close. On the verge.

He stopped, and she garbled an inarticulate quarrel. She strained to move, to capture the elusive climax hovering just beyond reach. Imon gently kissed her forehead, nose, and cheeks.

"Easy, precious. You've taken the entirety of me. Now quiet. Be so very quiet for a few moments."

She shook her head violently. She wanted what he'd offered, what he was now refusing her. He was implacable, holding her still so she couldn't claim glory. He and the others, who also surrounded and held her.

"Hush, Toni. There's no rush. You'll have all you want from us, but you must listen to me now."

She uttered what sounded like a sob. Recognizing she had no power to take what she wished, she subsided.

"There you go. There's a sweet lady. How are you feeling?"

How was she feeling? Was he kidding?

"Any pain?" He stroked her hair, soothing her clamoring brain and body. "This is your first time making love to a Kalquorian. Pay attention to what your body is telling you beyond arousal."

She quieted, recognizing his concern. Held motionless, she regained her ability to think. To recognize he was intent on preventing injury. As she should be, despite the violent urge to climax.

She had two cocks in her. She was close to bursting, which was what produced such intense friction to her inner hotspot, to the point she'd lost her better sense. Endorphins had gone crazy, leaving her aware of only base urgings. An animal instinct to mate had overtaken caution for a dizzying minute or two.

"A little aching," she finally concluded. "It's fading. Nothing to make me think you've injured me."

"Excellent." The approval in his tone warmed her…an irritating response, given how she'd never based her actions on a man's praise. It was stubbornly there, nonetheless, and it persisted as he continued to speak. "We'll continue. But at our pace, not yours. We've had some experience when it comes to Earthers, so you'll have to trust we know what we're doing."

She had to admit he was right. Especially if it means I get more of what this night promises.

"I'll let you impress me then," she smirked. "But you are good, so I take no responsibility for my enthusiasm, should I lose control."

Her sally was greeted by boisterous laughter from the three men. Imon kissed the tip of her nose. "Noted and thank you for the compliment. We'll be ready."

His arms, wrapped around her hips, lifted her. The humor ended in an instant as his cocks drew outward, rubbing her where it felt best. Her breath caught.

He nearly emptied her of himself, then he pulled her down. She grabbed handfuls of his long hair in clenched fists. Her legs tightened on his waist as passion licked hot where the friction was best.

"So soft but snug," he groaned. "Warm and wet. You feel fucking amazing, woman."

She had no reply. Already he'd rendered her speechless as lust consumed her. When he was fully embedded in her, he ground them together, rubbing her clit. Surges of purest pleasure filled her, radiating up her spine until she thought her head might explode.

His pace picked up. His hips thrust up as he brought her down. She quailed at his power, intuiting her helplessness. As before, she received a shock at how much excitement she took from the realization she had no true defense against the man, save what he granted her. Yet he claimed no advantage of it. Her wishes and wellbeing were his mandate.

Where have you been all my life?

She had a terrifying earthquake moment immediately after the thought woke in her mind. It was just as quickly banished when he slid outward…and her backside was emptied.

"Slow and easy again," he whispered as his angle shifted. "Stay relaxed for the next step."

The warmth and rock-hard physique at her back gave her a clue as to what that next step was. Lips tenderly tugged her earlobe.

"Tell me if it's too much," Feru whispered.

He prodded her back hole. Sweet prophets, was he putting his bigger cock in her? He must be. She'd already been filled to the brim…how was this supposed to be possible?

Apparently, they believed it was. Toni clung to Imon's assertion… you'll have to trust we know what we're doing …with the desperation of a drowning woman clutching a life preserver.

Granted, it wasn't an issue at the start. She'd been fully impaled on Imon's secondary. After the first careful minutes, he'd fucked her using steady strength and little caution. She'd adjusted fine, so she could handle the rest. Right?

As Feru invaded deeper, she wasn't so sure. His main cock was at least as big as his clanmates', judging by the feeling. Sensation was the totality of what she had to go on, given how the room had been kept dark. She wondered if they'd ignored putting on the lights because they hadn't wanted to scare her, rather than wanting to enhance her sense of touch.

Achiness awoke as it had when Imon had initially introduced her to rear penetration. How much more of Feru was there? Yet yearning woke even as she readied to protest. The added girth was adding pressure to her G-spot, spurring arousal to whisper you can do this, please do this, let me do this.

Then Imon was moving, and carnal hunger staked its claim. Toni soared on impending climax, lust filling her and demanding it all. Being sandwiched between the two powerful bodies woke her in ways she'd never been aroused before. They alternated between thrusting as one, then one drove deep and the other moved out. Toni's head lolled on Feru's shoulder as they had her, her cries sharp as they built toward crescendo.

Then fingers under her chin turned her face to the side. The heady scent of spicy sweetness enveloped her, and Wovir's wet cock painted her lips again. She opened, greedy for a taste.

He gave her what she begged for, his secondary painting a damp line under her chin and down her throat as he fucked her mouth, his decadent flavor filling it. As they fucked her and fucked her so damned well. Now she fought orgasm, wanting to feel and hear them come before she lost herself to blinding ecstasy. Their gasps told her it wouldn't be long if she could just hold on…

"Come for us," Feru urged, his voice strained to the breaking point. "Please, beautiful Toni, come."

As if his words had lit a spark, she felt her undoing beginning. Brilliance lit her pussy, so greatly she wondered if it glowed. She sucked hard on Wovir, her tongue darting over the slit adding to his deliciousness, as if she could suck the cum from him. He groaned, and his cock jerked a warning.

"Come, woman," Imon growled in a tone that brooked no refusal, his pumping hips losing their steady rhythm. "Come now!"

The sweetest convulsion struck, a tidal wave of bliss. But not before Feru's drawn-out moan. Not before the start of the flood Wovir sent down her throat. Not before Imon's shaft jolted in her cunt and jetted warmth.

Then Toni descended into the maelstrom, where she lifted and fell in turns on a churning sea of rapture. She drowned in pleasure and struggled to hold off coming up for air.

The surges quieted in their time, however. Toni tasted passion on her tongue as hands stroked her and soft kisses lit on her face and throat.

"Lights, twenty percent," Imon sighed.

At last, she could see the handsome men who'd taken her to the heights: feral Wovir, sweet Feru, and devilish Imon. They wore the smiles of men who'd been satisfied.

"What did you think?" Imon asked.

She was surprised to discover she could talk. "Let's put it this way. When you return to the neighborhood, look me up. Then hook me up. I'm your girl in this port, especially if you can make it an extended stay."

They laughed, and she noticed Feru and Imon were still in her. They hadn't gone soft yet, and something in her stirred.

She must have tightened on them because Imon's brows rose. "Another round soon? Something extra to hold us over until we manage to return?"

She had an early morning, but what the hell? Sleeping was for wimps. "As many rounds as you can give me, gentlemen. As far as we know, you only live once."