Sister Katherine (26 page)

“I love you too,” he whispered to her.  “I have since that moment I first saw you.  All the others were beautiful, but you outshone them until there was no one else.”

Her eyes stung at his heartfelt declaration.  “Make me yours,” she told him.

Vadef lifted her with one arm so that she hovered over his rigid lengths.  He positioned them to enter and slowly lowered her down. 

Katherine’s breath caught as her sex and anus parted to admit him.  She’d thought Simdow had surely exhausted her amorous needs.  The sensation of Vadef filling her, sending that delicious friction to rub that perfect spot, had her eager once more.  Her head fell back and she groaned with shameless pleasure.

“Do I really feel good to you, my Matara?” the Imdiko asked.  His face had gone soft with desire, but the line between his brows told Katherine he still worried.

For an answer, Katherine again planted her feet and grabbed onto his shoulders.  She rose and fell over Vadef, moaning softly as she moved him through her.

He cupped her breasts, pushing them up and bowing his head to capture one in his mouth.  Katherine cried out to feel him suckle as she rode him.  His mouth, teeth, and tongue pleasured one mound and then the other, yet it felt as if the sensations came from her clit instead. 

Vadef reared back.  Looking into her eyes, he opened his mouth to let her see his fangs unhinge.  A thrill of elated terror shot through Katherine.  Too caught up in the shivery thrills coursing through her body, she kept making love to the Imdiko even as he set the points of his fangs an inch above the areola of one breast, dimpling the flesh.

He bit.  Katherine cried out as pain briefly scorched.  Then it died even though Vadef’s fangs remained embedded in her softness.  As his venom pumped into her, he sucked on her nipple, bringing pleasure once more to the fore.

Tendrils of euphoria misted through her mind, and her sex and anus felt the thick lengths moving through them with greater sensitivity than before.  Katherine clung ever tighter to Vadef, wanting to find some way of merging them into one soul so they would never be separated again.  After several moments, Vadef released her breast.

“Hold on,” he murmured.  He fell back so that he lay flat on the bed with Katherine on top.

She squatted over him now, her palms braced against his chest.  She was delighted to straddle the Imdiko.  It was easier now to swing her hips up and forward and to push back with greater force than before.  Vadef was like a big playground for her now, his body stretched beneath her for her pleasure.  Yet she still concentrated on him, on watching his expressions to find that squeezing interior muscles made his hips jerk upward uncontrollably.  Grinding in small circles when their loins met not only sent darts of excitement through her clitoris, but it made her lover’s eyes glaze over.  She varied the speed and force of her movements to make him gasp one second and moan the next.  His sounds of bliss were music to Katherine’s ears.  It made her feel confident.  She could serve her husbands, not simply be the recipient of their attentions.

Yet Vadef only allowed her control for a brief time.  Too soon, his hands closed over her hips, and he bent his knees to brace his feet against the sleeping surface.  The Imdiko moved Katherine up and down, setting the pace and strength of the lovemaking.  While Katherine melted under his control, she still wished to treat him.

“Let me,” she said, trying to reassert control.

Vadef grinned.  “You wish to fight for dominance, my Matara?”  His grip on her tightened.  He moved her faster.

“No.  I want to take care of your needs.”  Katherine had to brace herself in order not to fall on top of the Imdiko.  His strength was overwhelming.

“I am the caregiver.  My needs are met by meeting yours.”

“That hardly seems fair.  Vadef, would you–”

Her protest cut off.  He had moved her slightly, just enough that the tip of his cock hit that sensitive spot inside on its way in.  Her elbows gave out, spilling her onto his torso.

His chest rumbled with laughter.  “Well, it seems I found your weakness.  I win.”

“Vadef,” she groaned, but he kept moving her up and down, slamming her against his driving groin.  Katherine discovered another place of sensitivity as he not only rubbed hard against the heated area of her sleeve, but also came in contact with something deep inside that sent spears of pleasure deep into her belly, ecstasy so extreme that it almost hurt.

Katherine gave a little scream.  Vadef’s gentle face turned wicked with a knowledgeable grin.  He wouldn’t let up, and she hurtled towards climax.  She tried to escape because the elation was too much, only to find she truly was no match for the Imdiko.  He took her with uncompromising power, his purple eyes boring into hers as if to let her know he could be ruthless in his lust.  Rather than frightening or offending Katherine, the display only excited her more.  She couldn’t make him stop, and she couldn’t get away.  She could only hang on as he filled her over and over, igniting a conflagration that swept through her body with sensational speed and force.

Katherine screamed, this time long and loud.  Her insides seemed to twist like a dishrag being wrung dry.  Then she flew apart, spasms roaring through her, convulsing her, seizing with such strength that she thought she might die of rapture.  She bathed in white starlight once more, as if her body hadn’t been thoroughly sated only minutes ago.

She came to lying limp in Vadef’s clutch.  His arms circled her tightly, as if to meld her entire body into his.  He jerked and moaned beneath her, and she felt the pulse of his release happening inside her.  Katherine had wanted to serve him, and it seemed that though he had taken all control, she had managed to somehow do it.

When Vadef calmed, he mumbled something in his own language that made Simdow and Miv laugh.  Katherine looked up questioningly.

Simdow grinned at her.  “He thanked every last ancestor and told them he is ready to join them now because nothing else in life can compare to what just happened.”

Miv joined them, sliding close to the lax pair still catching their breath.  “Perhaps I can ask you to move a little to the side over there before you die?” he asked Vadef.  “Dead weight is heavy to move out of the way.”

The Imdiko slapped his hand over Miv’s face and shoved his clanmate halfheartedly.  Miv only laughed harder at him.

Katherine groaned.  “Three husbands.  How am I supposed to keep up with that many men?  I’m going to die right next to Vadef.”

“You won’t die,” Miv assured her.  “But you will find paradise if I have anything to say about it.”

He lifted her from Vadef’s prone body, cradling her in his arms.  Sighing, the Imdiko rolled away, leaving them plenty of room on the huge expanse of bed.  However, Miv was in no hurry to lay Katherine down and finish the claiming.  Instead, he held her like a small child, which was how she felt in his arms.  So safe and secure.

He smiled.  “My Matara.  Never did I expect to have one.  Even if I had dared to dream of this day, I couldn’t have imagined one so beautiful.  One so perfect.”

“Stop, Miv,” Katherine begged.  “If you keep thinking that way, I can only disappoint you.”

“Not possible,” the Nobek insisted.  “You could never be anything but right.”

Devotion poured from him.  It nearly left Katherine breathless with emotion.  In that moment, she knew she could love him.  All of them.

She sank into his kiss, feeling his protection all around her.  He was supposed to be the enemy, the ruthless conqueror, yet Katherine saw Miv as her defender.  She knew that if anyone tried to harm her, he would be the first to rush to her aid.  She’d never known such perfect security.

They spent a long time like that, simply holding and being held, kissing and being kissed.  Miv couldn’t seem to get enough of tasting her mouth and holding her against his chest.  Katherine fell into the sweetness of it, of the sweet dream of lying in his arms.  She drifted in the warrior’s gentle seduction, as he seemed to sip her very soul from her lips.  When at last the Nobek lowered her to the sleeping mat, Katherine was once again warm with desire.

She hadn’t been sure how she was supposed to make love to another man after being worn out by Simdow and Vadef.  Yet now she wasn’t sure if she could survive not making love to Miv too.

He knelt between her legs, much as Simdow had.  However, the Nobek propped her ankles on his shoulders, making her toes point at the ceiling.  He entered her carefully, slowly, his expression telling Katherine he relished every moment of it.  For her part, Katherine found the slow, creeping invasion enthralling.  She felt every delicious inch of him press into her sex and anus.  The awareness made her tremble all over.  She’d never been so intensely conscious of anything happening to her body before.

When Miv’s body met hers, he stopped and looked at where they joined.  He took a deep, shuddering breath.  “My Matara,” he whispered.  “We are one.”

Katherine saw how much it meant to him.  This was beyond sex, beyond fulfilling a lustful mating urge for Miv.  His expression was rapturous, as if he witnessed a miracle.  Perhaps for a Kalquorian who’d been seldom graced with the presence of females, it was a true blessing.

A civilization, on the brink of disappearing.  No wonder they were so desperate.  Wouldn’t Earth have been, in their place?

She knew it to be true.  The Church would not have argued against sullying the pure Earther created in the image of God.  Had their situations been reversed, they too would have decided abduction of breed stock to be excusable.  Anyone would.

That realization more than any other made Katherine smile at Miv and accept him and the others fully.  Without any hesitation, she said, “Yes, my Nobek.  We are one.”

He swallowed and closed his eyes.  “Thank you, my Katherine.”

She was moved by how deliberate his lovemaking was.  Miv kept her calves clasped tight to his chest as his hips swung back and forth, slipping in and out with measured thrusts.  This huge, scarred, brutal-looking man proved the tenderest of them all.  Nothing of his primal nature showed as he took his unhurried pleasure with Katherine.  For her part, she reveled in the lingering climb to passion.  They might have had forever to sate their desire from the way Miv took such delicate care of her. 

Just because he chose to be gentle did not mean Miv eschewed being demanding.  Even as he rocked slowly against Katherine, his fingers found her clitoris.  At first he drew circles around it with a light, barely-there touch.  Tiny splinters of arousal sank into that sensitive flesh until she wriggled in a desperate attempt to force contact.  Miv only chuckled.  But when she reached for his hand, he gave her a frown that froze her in place.

“Perhaps my Dramok or Imdiko will restrain our eager Matara?  She wishes to take what I am not ready for her to have quite yet.”

Both men converged on Katherine, each one grasping a dainty wrist and pinning her arms to the bed.  She stared up at them, surprised. 

“Much better,” Miv said.  His hips continued to sway, his fingers to tease.  The one brown arm held her legs prisoner against his body.  With Simdow and Vadef restraining her arms, she had no way to move.

Somehow, being so helpless made everything Miv did more compelling.  Katherine’s arousal leapt stronger than ever, and she strained against the men.  They held her effortlessly, compounding the effect.

She panted, every breath ending in a little cry as Miv swung his hips back and forth and his fingers endlessly circled.  The Nobek watched as she suffered with pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.  The more she tried to squirm, the louder her moans, the more satisfied he became.  Katherine realized he liked being in control of her.  He liked seeing her strain to meet him, to watch her agonize over the thrills he gave and denied.

Most shocking of all, she liked it too.

Still, her stomach dipped and dived with mounting need.  Her sex had achieved a will of its own, grasping at the hard appendage filling it, trying to draw it deeper.  Her clitoris swelled and expanded, emerging from its hood to reach desperately for that contact that kept just out of attainment. 

Miv moved with such care and yet he made her nearly insane with need.  At last Katherine had to beg or go mad.

“Please, my Nobek?”

“What are you asking me for?” he asked.  His voice rumbled like distant thunder.

“More.  Faster.  Harder.  I want you to touch me.”  She heard the desperation in her voice and didn’t care.

He mused over her plaintive request for a moment.  “I am not in any hurry, my Matara.  But I will touch you, a little.”

His finger and thumb closed over the shaft of her eager clit, not truly gripping but only lightly enclosing.  Miv stroked its length, her copious moisture making it easy to slide up and down.  Though the touch was ephemeral in its delicacy, Katherine’s lower body seized with intense strength.  She jerked against her captors, her cry ringing through the room.

As if Miv’s fondling wasn’t enough, Simdow and Vadef began stroking her breasts and abdomen, the contact they made just as soft as the Nobek’s.  Every caress brought a cascade of heat and effervescent sensation to her flesh, zapping down in arrow strikes to her demanding clitoris.  Had she been suffering before?  Now the tumult had been exquisitely tuned to a high pitch and Katherine nearly screamed from want.

Her sex strained for release, almost desperate to discharge the ballooning pressure.  Katherine felt swollen with ecstasy.  Even the measured friction of Miv’s movements within her passages had become flashpoints of smoldering embers, feeding the greater inferno fighting to escape.  The Nobek had her right on the verge of eruption, and there he held her, not letting her cool for an instant but yet not allowing the final explosion.

Simdow tugged on one nipple, adding to the din that made Katherine insensible to everything but profound and agonizing expectation.  Vadef stroked over her stomach, his touch seeming to transmit from the surface to deep within to join the tangled mass of need.  And still Miv stroked the sides of her most sensitive flesh, dangling her just out of reach of satiety’s claws.