Alien Salvation by Tracy St.John Page B

of her mouth was
enthralling to the senses.
    Japohn kept her wrists imprisoned with
one hand while he explored her anus with the other. He’d inserted
two fingers deep inside, and he gently stretched her snug tissues.
At the same time, Vax ran his fingers over her softest folds,
parting the petals to tease her entrance and occasionally pinching
her engorged nub. It took all she had to stay still under the
intense attention. The fullness in her womb was creeping ever
closer to bursting. She didn’t think she could possibly hold it
off.

    The vein lining the underside of
Bacoj’s penis thrummed hard and fast against Lindsey’s tongue. As
Bacoj moved the hot length back and forth, she rubbed firmly
against the pulse. His breath caught, and he groaned. “More,” he
demanded.
    She obeyed, giving him friction with
her velvet flesh. He worked her mouth faster, his gasps coming
quickly. “Soon. You swallow.”
    Lindsey was eager to taste him, and she
rubbed her tongue over him harder and faster. A low growl greeted
her efforts, and Bacoj suddenly tensed, his fist tightening in her
hair.
    His shout rang in her ears. Warm,
sweet-spicy-salty juice pulsed into Lindsey’s mouth, flooding her
senses. Her womanhood flexed hard and she tipped over into paradise
as Bacoj filled her with his satisfaction. She swallowed all the
thick honey he gave her as her womb swelled and ebbed, swelled and
ebbed with completion. Her strangled cries twined with the
Dramok’s, joining the chorus of the peepers filling the
swamp.
    When Bacoj withdrew, Vax said, “She
pleasure again, no permission.”
    “I hear her. Disobedient
slave.”
    Japohn released her wrists. “Hands and
knees,” he said.
    Lindsey’s sex gave an unrepentant throb
as she put herself in the vulnerable position he demanded. She’d
never known such ecstasy. If her parents weren’t around, she’d be
tempted to ask the Kalquorians to keep her in chains. Being in
control was highly overrated, at least where sex was
concerned.
    Japohn spanked her thoroughly, his big
hand making sure to cover every part of her backside. She gasped
with every blow as the punishment warmed her ass. But it felt so
good to give herself entirely up to them, so right. The stings of
the Nobek’s discipline only fed her body’s craving for their
amorous attentions. She was throbbing with need once
more.
    It can’t be just the intoxicant.
Something in me is definitely twisted she thought. She lifted her
hindquarters a little higher, inviting Japohn to continue his
chastisement, delighting in his strength.
    A few more smacks, and he stopped.
“Warm for you, Vax,” he chuckled.
    A gentler palm traced her smarting
cheeks. “Very warm. Laxan feel good,” Vax growled.
    That statement earned very male
laughter from the other two men. Lindsey wanted to ask what laxan
was, but she had her orders. No speaking. She would mind her
masters as much as her eager body would allow.
    Vax snuggled up behind her, his thighs
pushing hers farther apart. His sexes lay heavily on her burning
rear. “Very warm,” he repeated. “Definite laxan.”
    “You allow this, slave,” Bacoj snarled.
“No fight.”
    He waited for a response. “Yes,
Dramok.” Lindsey hung her head in obeisance.
    Vax’s hand worked between them to
position his sexes. In the haze of the bite’s effects, Lindsey
nearly swooned with pleasure to feel his larger organ settle
against her anus. If there was a more complete way to give herself
to the clan, a more profound gesture of complete surrender, she
couldn’t imagine it. She softened in anticipation of his
invasion.

    Vax pressed into her taboo chamber
slowly. The snug sleeve admitted him, though grudgingly. His
smaller organ found entrance to her sex as he crept further into
her tightness. When Lindsey whimpered, he paused, giving her a
moment to adjust before pushing a bit deeper.
    If she’d been allowed to speak, Lindsey
would have told Vax it wasn’t pain that made her breaths come