Episode Five Finding Pleasure
A lliana
It takes me a moment to realize I've been standing in the cave opening, both hands pressed over my mouth in shock as I watched that fight unfold. I didn't know what to do and was afraid to protest when all three of them ejaculated on me. I thought I'd been subjected to every form of humiliation since my sixteenth birthday, when my "present" was to be gifted to the President.
"It's the highest honor," my father had informed me, no emotion in his voice. "You will do everything he asks without complaint or you will receive the worst and longest punishment of your life."
That was my introduction to sex, and there has barely been a day since then that I have not been used as a gift to gain money or to curry favor for my father. Through all of that, I've never been smeared with three men's liquid.
And the shit? The monkey-men all threw their poo at my three… what? Who are these males to me? Tormentors? Protectors? That remains to be seen.
The three are stalking toward me now, spears in their hands as if they're going to threaten me. One good thing. I think they're speaking English.
Those Up Above separated from those Down Below hundreds of years ago. Without vids, without intermingling, I imagine accents changed over time. The words, however, remain the same. If I just tune my ear to what they're saying, I can understand at least half of their words.
The feline comes directly to my side, grabs my hand, and pulls me to a pool of water toward the back of the cave. I'd been so focused on the drama unfolding outside, I hadn't explored in here.
"I need to wash," he says. "You, too."
Thank goodness. The cum has already dried, leaving sticky residue on almost every inch of my skin.
He dives in, but when I stand at the edge, not knowing how to join him, he climbs out, then helps me in.
"You can't baby her forever," the huge, horned male says. "She'll have to learn."
Out of the three, he terrifies me the most. Perhaps it's because he's a head taller than both the others, even without the extra height of his horns. Or maybe it's because he looks at me like he wishes the monkeys had carried me off.
"I'm Luka," the feline says when we're in the water. "Luka." He points to his chest.
"I can understand a lot," I whisper, trying to avoid attention from the other two, who seem to be whisper-fighting near a mound of furs on the other side of the cave.
"What's your name?"
"Alliana."
Luka pulls me to the edge of the small natural pool. There must be an outcropping of rock under the water, because he sits and pulls me onto his lap. His cock bobs against my backside as he says, "Alliana. A pretty name." His words are more breath than sound as they ghost across my ear.
I don't think it's his cock, or all the cum they covered me with, that sets a spark of sensual awareness darting through my body. All the men who've pawed me, who've ordered me to suck them, who've spanked my ass and pulled my hair. None of them made me feel this pull of… desire.
I turn in Luka's lap so I can take his inventory. Pointed feline ears on the sides of his head, flat nose with a pronounced furrow from there to his lips, mouth full of dangerous teeth. At the thought of those pointed fangs, my channel quivers. Is this what men feel when they want to be with a woman? Interest? Arousal?
His hands roam over me, pretending to wash their seed off me, but what he's doing has little to do with hygiene. He's touching places no male has explored before. The men who take me have never wooed a woman, never attempted to arouse. Why would they? Women are their due, their reward. They are goods that the men have paid for with money or favors. They see no need to provide pleasure.
What Luka is doing is different from that. His palms are grazing along the outside of my thighs, sliding over my belly where all three males pointed their spend. He pushes me farther into the water so he can bend my head back, then dips my hair into the water. Now he grabs something from the lip of the pool and uses it to soap my long, white locks.
His fingers have claws that must be retractable. I didn't feel them on my skin a moment ago, but they're sliding through my hair now, combing, cleaning. It's sensual.
It's a crazy thing to do, but instead of fighting this, I ease into it, encouraging it. I'm only startled for a moment by the noise coming from deep in his chest before I realize he's purring. It calms me further.
My father would shame me for this, possibly disown me, but for the second time today, I realize I don't care what he or the Senator or any other male in my life think. For possibly the first time in my life, I realize I have a say in what happens to my body, and what my body wants is for Luka to keep doing what he's doing.
His hands touch me in a way no man's hands have touched before. They caress in strokes not meant to hurt or scare or control, but meant to inflame. And it's working.
He stands me in the middle of the pool, turns me to face away from him, slides my hair over my shoulder to expose my back, then grazes his lips along my nape. Goosebumps sizzle over my skin in response. His burred tongue follows, bestowing the oddest feeling. I shiver, then tip my head lower so he'll do it again.
"Alliana," he breathes into the shell of my ear, which garners another quiver and puts a lazy smile on my face.
All my worries have faded away. These males don't seem intent on hurting me. The other two have gone from whisper-fighting to kissing. Up Above they would be killed for that. It must be okay Down Below, because they're making no attempt to hide.
I turn in Luka's arms, reach around his neck and surround his waist with my thighs. These feelings may be new to me, but I'm no stranger to sex. I know what I'm doing is dangerous. It will inflame him, but for the first time in my life, I want to find pleasure in this act.