Sister Katherine (24 page)

“You don’t look afraid.”  Simdow kissed her.  She thought she could taste his strength in that kiss, as if his male power had an actual flavor.

“No,” she said when his mouth released hers and she could breathe again.  “I’m not.  Is it because of the bite?”

“That helps.  I hope it’s also because you know you have nothing to be afraid of.”

He picked her up.  Since the bed was right there, he only had to turn and lean over to lay her on it.

Simdow sat down to pull his boots off.  He stood up again.  Keeping his gaze on her, the Dramok opened his formsuit from neck to groin and shed the clingy fabric with sinuous grace.  Katherine let her eyes wander the amazing topography of her Dramok husband, the man she was about to give herself to in the most profound manner possible.

He pulled her panties free, exposing her utterly and looking at what was now his.  Quiet elation throbbed throughout Katherine’s body to see the mix of tenderness and need on Simdow’s face. 

He crawled onto the bed, crouching over her, his glorious body hovering as he looked her over.  “My Matara,” he breathed.  “Are you really giving yourself to me?  Or do I dream?”

Katherine reached up to cup his face in her hands.  “Make me your wife.  I want you to.”

She’d never known such desire could be possible.

Simdow lowered down, the surface of his body barely grazing hers.  Yet the touch felt profound, sending seismic shocks through her system.  She strained up, wanting more of the contact.

Katherine had expected him to push his sex into hers, to make his claim right away.  Instead, Simdow remained still, only his head moving.  His lips brushed her forehead, down to the bridge of her nose.  Katherine closed her eyes at the nearness of him, and that lighter than breath pressure lit on one lid, then the other.  Then his lips ghosted down the length of her nose, and paused momentarily on her lips before ending at her chin.

“You are giving yourself to me, my little one?” he asked.

“Yes,” Katherine said.  It was all she could do to not yank him down so that she could feel the weight of him on her.

“Yes, my Dramok.”

“What?”

Simdow gave her a crooked smile.  “When you answer me while we’re like this, I want you to say, ‘Yes, my Dramok’ or ‘No, my Dramok’.  That tells me you accept your place in my clan.  You accept me as your leader.”

Katherine wanted him so much.  He asked for little enough in return.  “Yes, my Dramok.”

Simdow’s smile grew, and Katherine glowed at his approval.  “Very good, my love.”

He kissed her fully then, a strong kiss that seemed to assert his authority.  His tongue swept her mouth, staking his claim with a power that stole all the breath from her lungs.  The desire in her lower parts heaved, filling her entirely.  Her nipples tightened.  Her fingertips and toes tingled.  Elation washed through even her head, drowning the few concerns that remained.

Simdow’s tongue stroked hers, inviting her to taste him back, which she did.  She reveled in the texture of his tongue; rough velvet rubbed the wrong way.  She felt the hard lengths of his fangs folded against the smoothness of his palate.  Softest of all was the flesh beneath his tongue.  He explored her in return, and it was as if he tasted her entire body, so thorough was his kiss.  Katherine felt like a switch had been thrown inside, lighting her up from within.  The joy of his embrace was almost too heady to bear.  Yet her body clamored for more.  The awful but delicious ache that had preceded orgasm before had woken once more, demanding to be sated.  She kissed Simdow back with a fervor that left him gasping.

“My little lovely has awakened fully to her needs,” he whispered.  “But you have not yet known all the beautiful torments I want you to feel.”

Katherine warbled a wordless plea.  What he said made little sense, but the darkness of his eyes told her Simdow had only begun his claiming.

He moved downward, kissing his way to her breasts.  The Dramok had not shaved this morning, and the rasp of his beard against her skin heightened Katherine’s already excited senses.  The sensation reminded her of how unabashedly male he was.  She saw anew the muscled width of his shoulders denoting the strength of this man, strength he had so far sublimated in his careful treatment of her.  Now, with the purple of his eyes nearly hidden behind dilated pupils and the feral lust of his expression, Katherine suddenly saw the power Simdow possessed, power he could have used at any time to take all he wanted from her.  That he had not chosen to do so until she handed control over to him only underscored how helpless she’d been all this time.  She’d been the mouse to his cat who had decided to make friends rather than pounce.

As if discerning what had her breathing so quickly, Simdow rubbed his stubbled cheeks and chin over the roundness of one breast, gently abrading the skin that pinked from his attentions.  It was far from a comfortable feeling, but it excited Katherine.  Her stomach tumbled, and she arched a little, offering the stinging mound for his continued focus.

Simdow smiled.  Instead of chafing her breast anew, his tongue peeked out.  It slowly reached for Katherine’s nipple, the tip already stiffened and pointed.  A whimper eased from her lips as he homed in on that eager bit of flesh.  He watched her watch him as he closed the distance.

Contact.  Keyed up as she was, it felt to Katherine as if a flame had been lit, its heat zapping straight down to her clitoris.  She moaned, and her hands on Simdow’s shoulders clutched tight.  She had no idea her nails dug into his flesh.  She did hear him hiss, the sound one of pleasure.

“So very sensitive,” he whispered.  “I am glad to know it.”

The next lick was not tentative.  Simdow’s tongue flattened over her areola, tasting her with fervor.  This time the heat was a conflagration that filled her gut.  Katherine wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him close while shoving her breast into his mouth.

He responded by sucking hard, drawing as much flesh in as he could take.  As he did so, the rough silk of his tongue rubbed back and forth over her swelling nipple, sending fiery shocks of exhilaration through her core.  She cried out as her senses tipped towards overload and shoved against him.  Instead of releasing her, Simdow wrapped his arms around her body and increased suction and laving.

“Simdow!”  Katherine struggled against him.  It was too much; she couldn’t bear the excruciating thrill tormenting her now.

He would not relent.  Katherine sobbed, unable to push him away, unable to escape the brutal pleasure he pressed upon her.  Even pounding on his shoulders and back with her tiny fists failed to make him relent.

“My Dramok, please.  Please, I beg you.”

At last Simdow released her breast from his voracious attention.  She felt her pulse thud in the swollen, engorged tip.  Her nipple had turned scarlet during its capture.

She only noted this for a moment, because Simdow’s dark gaze captured hers.  A bestial smile twitched his lips as she stared at him.

“My lovely Katherine,” he breathed.  “I enjoy your attempts to fight me off.  I like that I excite you so much that you try to make me stop.  I give you leave to continue.  Be as ferocious as you like, all the while knowing I will take all you have to offer.  You cannot deny me.”

With that, he bent to the other breast.

As he tormented her with a rapture that made her alternatively beg for more and struggle to make him stop, Simdow’s hand crept between her legs.  He moaned to discover her so soaked that the linens beneath her had gone damp.  The feeling of his fingers probing her folds and teasing her clitoris added to the cacophony of rampant elation coursing through her body. 

“Too much,” she wailed, even as she writhed in an attempt to get him to rub her sex harder.

“I haven’t even begun,” he answered.

As if to prove his point, he slid a finger inside her.  Katherine went absolutely still.  She stared at him with wide eyes as her shocked mind dealt with the invasion.  It wasn’t the flesh she’d worried over since being taken captive, but she’d been intruded upon just the same.

Simdow watched her carefully, slipping nearly all the way back out.  Then his finger filled her again, going all the way in.  The strangeness of feeling a trespasser brought Katherine some way out of her earlier rapture.  It didn’t feel terrible.  Her sleeve even clutched at Simdow’s finger, as if it would pull him farther inside her.  She wasn’t sure what to make of this joining.

Still keeping an eye on her, Simdow lowered his face to gently kiss one flushed breast.  His finger remained imbedded and his palm brushed her swollen nub, drawing circles over it.

Bliss returned in a rush.  Katherine’s honey gushed over Simdow’s hand as a moan escaped her lips.  The confusing oddness faded, allowing euphoria to return her into its seductive embrace.

Simdow’s finger moved in and out, his palm continuing to rub delightfully over her straining clitoris each time he penetrated fully.  His lips sipped delicate kisses from her nipples, sending more darts of mind-uncoupling pleasure to her hearth.  Katherine became gradually aware that her hips moved of their own accord, rising and falling to increase the friction that smoldered.

“Now you will take more,” Simdow whispered. 

A second finger pressed into her.  The mouth on her breasts increased its demands a little at a time, banking the fire heating her belly.  Katherine lost herself in the heightening pleasure of being filled, of being mastered, of being taken higher with every stroke.  She continued to move, her pelvis rising to greet each intrusion.

Then Simdow rubbed something inside the front of her sheath, something that made a thunderclap of molten pressure reverberate in her core.  Katherine nearly came up off the bed in reaction, a wild animal cry flying from her throat.

Simdow looked at her in surprise.  “Katherine?”

“Oh.”  She could hardly breathe.  “Oh.  That was – that was – what was that?”

She could feel his fingertips curling a little, and he probed carefully.  “I don’t know.  I know about the clitoris being sensitive.  However, I have not been with a Kalquorian or Earther female before, so I am not sure–”

He found the spot again and heavy delight sizzled through Katherine.  She bucked hard against him.  “Ah!  Oh!”

“Right there.”  Simdow’s tone was wondering.  “Right in this spot.”

He rubbed harder on that hotspot and Katherine flailed.  She didn’t know whether to fight him or beg him for more.  She thought she might go insane if he kept on.  She thought she’d go insane if he stopped.

The next few minutes tested the first of the two options.  Simdow varied the strength and speed of the friction against the sensitive area, watching Katherine’s every reaction.  His fingers stroked in and out, ceaselessly adding fuel to her interior fire.  In the end, with her body threatening to turn itself inside out but not finding culmination, she fought against him again.

“I can’t!” she screamed. 

“You will.”  The Dramok’s tone held no mercy.

Yet, he pulled free of her.  The resulting emptiness made Katherine cry out again.  Her sex demanded release of the unrelenting pressure that filled it, making her feel an agony that must be akin to torture.  She grabbed for Simdow’s wrist, determined to make him resume his awful teasing in the hopes she would finally find climax.

However, he had other ideas.  The wet fingers that had driven her mad now circled her anus.  Once again, shock made Katherine go still.

“Not there,” she whimpered.

“Where do you think my smaller cock goes, love?” Simdow asked gently.  “I have to prepare you for it.”

Katherine shook her head, panic adding to the din of her already rioting mind and body.  “It’s forbidden!”

“By who?”  Simdow smiled patiently.  “Your religion?  According to that, I’m forbidden as well.  Yet you’ve cast that problem aside.  You have agreed to belong to me.  This is part of that deal.”

Katherine stared.  Why had she not realized where the second penis was meant to go?  Because it was so taboo for Earthers, she had assumed the Kalquorians would not want such things either.  It had never occurred to her that the case might be quite different.

Simdow was right in that her aversion existed because such touching was profane to the Church.  Yet she couldn’t defeat the sense of dread that came over her at the thought of it.  It didn’t matter that his tender touch there didn’t hurt.  It didn’t matter that it wasn’t unpleasant.  It didn’t matter that it even made her body respond with continued need. 

Katherine had only ever heard of horrid things happening to those who indulged in such profane activities.  She’d absorbed too many warnings and threats to give herself in such a way.  The soft flow of euphoria from his bite could not erase those terrors.

“Simdow, I’m scared,” she said.

His face softened at her admission.  “Katherine, do you believe I would do anything to harm you?”

“Never.  But this – there is no greater wrong.”

Simdow’s brows knit together.  “Greater than killing an innocent?  More wrong than committing genocide?”

Katherine blinked.  When he put it that way, it did seem ludicrous.  Yet Earth had given murderers easier executions than those guilty of improper sexual conduct.

Simdow shifted so he could press a comforting kiss to her lips.  “Trust me, my Matara.  There is nothing improper here.  Only love.”

She stared at him.  “But we’ve only just met.  How can you speak of love already?”

He chuckled, as if not quite believing it himself.  “You fill my heart, Katherine.  My every thought centers on you, on how to take care of you, on how to make you look forward to my presence.  I look at my future with my clan with you as a part of that, and it gives me joy.  I agree it is much too soon, but my being keeps insisting that I am in love.”

Katherine swallowed.  “You truly believe that?”

“I do.”  He showed no doubt. 

“Then you could never do anything that would damage me in any way.”

“Absolutely not.”  His finger settled against the orifice Katherine had been taught to despise and fear.  “Push against me.  It’s all right.  I promise.”