Sister Katherine (42 page)

She kissed Simdow with a fervor that had him responding right away.  It confirmed he had made the right decision to ultimately leave the Kalquorian fleet behind to concentrate on her and the children.  He didn’t need rank and commendations, not anymore.  He had all he needed right here with the woman in his arms.

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Katherine felt Simdow’s arousal and very much wanted to do something about it.  However, she abruptly remembered dinner was being baked.

“The pie!” she cried, starting to get up from her Dramok’s lap.

Vadef was up in an instant.  “I’ve got it.”

As the Imdiko hurried into the kitchenette to rescue their meal before it could burn, Katherine returned her attention to Simdow.  She gave him a smile that she’d intended to be flirtatious.  However, she was just too giddy-happy to pull off the femme fatale look.  She could scarcely believe that her clan had changed their careers without batting an eye.  They’d given up the lives they’d planned for her and her girls. 

Katherine knew there was more brilliance than bawdiness in the expression she gave her wonderful Dramok.  She could still at least speak the part.  She said, “Our dinner needs time to cool. I think a celebration and distraction are in order while we wait.”

Katherine wiggled her hip a little against the stiffness that strained from Simdow’s crotch.  He chuckled at her antics and said, “I quite agree.  I’m glad to see you wearing that gown, though it is much too big on you.  Turn towards me and straddle my legs.”

Katherine rearranged herself to his bidding, giggling as he lifted the skirt of her billowy nightgown so it crumpled over her thighs.  Simdow growled to reveal she wore no underpants.  Her titters ended when his mouth captured hers, kissing her with thorough intent.

As his tongue stroked hers, filling her mouth with his masculine flavor, Simdow worked the seam of his pants.  His cocks sprang free, slapping wet heat against Katherine’s stomach.  She instinctively ground herself against the Dramok, rubbing those delicious lengths between their bodies.

One of Simdow’s arms wrapped around her waist, lifting Katherine up so he could position his cocks to fill her.  He lowered her down onto himself, and she moaned into his mouth as his cocks spread her open to their entry.  As gravity slowly drove her down to enclose him fully, he broke their kiss to sweep her nightgown off.

Katherine panted as the girth of Simdow’s rear penis began to exceed her comfort level.  However, rather than try to slow her descent, she concentrated on making herself relaxed and open to the intrusion.  He watched her carefully, a look of satisfaction on his face as she battled to take him.

“Good girl,” Simdow whispered.  “That’s it.  Take it all, my love.  Show me how it pleases you to accept what your Dramok gives you.”

A deep ache bloomed as she sheathed him within her body.  Yet it was not unpleasant at all.  Certainly it wasn’t as painful as the scourgings Katherine had given herself.  More importantly, it made Simdow happy.  Katherine knew she would gladly give him anything he desired just for that reason alone.

At last her sex and buttocks settled on his groin.  Impaled on her lover, Katherine offered her lips for his kiss.  Simdow took the invitation, exploring the softness of her mouth with an authority that left no doubt in her mind that she belonged totally to him.

“So warm,” he breathed when the kiss ended.  “I love the feeling of your pussy and ass clutching my cocks the way they are now.”

Katherine’s face warmed to hear him saying those vulgar words, yet her lower abdomen throbbed with excitement.  She felt the strength in Simdow’s arms as he held her.  He was her leader.  He was her Dramok.  She would not protest his words or actions. 

Simdow lifted her, making his sexes slide deliciously through her passages until only the tips remained inside.  He pulled her back down onto himself in a swift, smooth motion.  Hot friction from being so full lit Katherine’s sheath with violent need.  His front penis hit something that resounded with exquisite bliss all the way up her spine.  Katherine yelled and her feet kicked out.

“Very nice,” Simdow grunted, lifting her again.  Once more he made her take him hard and fast, and Katherine cried out with renewed excitement.  Her fingers curled in Simdow’s hair, clutching hard enough to make him hiss in pain.

“Is it that good, my Matara?  Let’s see how close I can bring you without sending you over.”

Simdow bounced Katherine on his lap, driving his cocks deep and hard in quick motions.  Her breasts bounced with the taking, the hardened tips skidding over the Dramok’s muscled chest, sending shivers of delight through her.  Every time Simdow shoved her down onto himself, the breath left her body in a grunt.  She barely noticed; each time he filled her, thunderous excitement walloped her from crotch to skull.  Climax was building, bulldozing its way towards her.

Heavy need swelled Katherine’s belly.  It ballooned tight, bringing unrelenting pressure to the fore.  She tried to twist as Simdow moved her, attempting to find that one perfect spot for him to thrust against so that the growing agony could be released.  His strong grip prevented her from gaining immediate relief.

However, the orgasm approached anyway, getting gradually closer.  Katherine hung onto Simdow for all she was worth, urging it to take her, to burst that ravenous bubble that pushed her boundaries to hellish heights.  The first spasm licked through her with bright sensation.  Her pussy clenched hard around Simdow’s driving length, beginning the headlong dive into ecstatic oblivion.  Just one more rise to nearly empty her of his flesh, and then one more deep thrust into her and she’d be there.  Just one more…

Instead, Simdow kept her firmly on his thighs, rooting himself and holding her still.  Katherine’s guts trembled, stretched taut as her body waiting for the final invasion that would send her into glorious dissolution.  She strained upward, certain that at any moment he would lift her for that last impalement.

But no, she remained planted on his groin, searching for release that never came.  Katherine stared into eyes darkened by wide pupils that swallowed Simdow’s purple irises almost entirely.

“Are you close, my Katherine?”  When she didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, Simdow chuckled.  “I think you must be.  You look quite upset right now.”

“Simdow,” she moaned.  Her voice was unrecognizable to her own ears.  It was the voice of a starving woman eyeing food just out of reach.

“Poor love,” he whispered.  “You were right on the edge, weren’t you?  Yet you’ve been denied.”

“Why?” she whimpered.  She couldn’t believe he would leave her like this, aching and desperate for climax.

Simdow sighed.  “Because part of me enjoys seeing you like this, trembling and hungry for release.  It also enjoys knowing that I can keep you from achieving that; that your pleasure is dependent on my approval.  It’s the controlling Dramok tendency that rules me and therefore you.”

Katherine swallowed, trying to accept this turn of events.  Simdow needed to be in command.  His very being demanded it.  She even responded to the requirement that she hand over her power to him when it came to sexual matters.  Yet her body clamored with deafening desire, demanding fulfillment.

In a high, trembling voice she asked him, “Will I be allowed to have pleasure, my Dramok?”

“If I said no, what would you do?”

Katherine’s stomach went cold at his question.  Feeling him inside her, knowing how wondrous it was when he brought her to climax, made the thought seem unspeakably cruel.  In the end, however, she wanted Simdow to know she was his.  If this was a test of her loyalty to him as the leader of their clan, she would not fail him.  She could not fail him.

“If my Dramok wishes to deny me, I will accept that.”

Simdow’s eyes closed with feeling.  “I could never deny you, my love.”  He opened his eyes again and smiled with blatant adoration that made her tremble.  “I might tease you and torment you by delaying your completion, but I would never withhold what you need.”

The cold feeling in Katherine’s stomach dissipated at his words.  She returned his smile with interest.  “Thank you, my Dramok.”

He kissed her softly, with a tenderness that left her breathless.  Then he began pistoning her body up and down over his cocks with near brutality.

Once more, Katherine’s body grew full with sexual tension until her sex clutched at Simdow’s sexes with the telltale trembling of oncoming orgasm.  Once more Simdow halted the tempestuous lovemaking though Katherine shuddered and wailed in tormented need.

She did not beg him for release, however.  She did not fight to reach climax.  Though she suffered from near-painful desire, Katherine trusted that Simdow would eventually see to her care as he’d promised.

As he waited for her to calm, Simdow kissed her tear streaked face with astounding gentleness given the torment he put her through.  He whispered words of love and eternal adoration into the delicate cup of her ear.  At last, when the violent shaking of Katherine’s body eased into minute trembles, he made her take the powerful sex once more.

As she chased the orgasm that he might not allow her to have, Katherine clung desperately to Simdow, feeling like a bit of flotsam on a storm-tossed sea.  Her insides churned and foamed with violent agitation as she plunged down on his cocks.  She screamed his name over and over, the raging maelstrom pitching ever higher.  The first spasm came, a quick splash of ticklish heat washing through her loins.  Another wave of roiling pleasure followed.

At last the tidal wave crashed through Katherine, drowning her in bliss.  Her entire body heaved with exaltation, made all the more tempestuous for having been delayed.  For a long time there was nothing but the burning, roiling sensation of breaking apart and scattering.

Katherine heard her moans mingling with Simdow’s, his main cock pulsing as it poured into her.  She draped over his chest and shoulders, limp and well-loved.  He held her tight against him as his organs continued to twitch inside.

Other hands stroked her hair and back, easing her down from the incredible orgasm.  Katherine smiled, delighted to be surrounded by so much love.

Miv’s rumble sounded over her head.  “Your turn, my Imdiko.”

“Are you sure?  I don’t mind waiting.”

“I have something special in mind.  Please, enjoy our Matara.”

Vadef sounded suspicious, but he managed a gracious, “Thank you, Miv.”

He helped Simdow lift Katherine from the Dramok’s lap.  Vadef carried her over to the center of the sitting room and knelt with her on the floor.  She straddled his folded legs as she had with Simdow.

“Hello, my Imdiko,” Katherine breathed, looking at her young and beautiful clanmate.

He smiled at her, adoration filling his face with warmth.  “Hello, my Matara.  I am so glad we have something to celebrate for a change.”

“So am I.”

They kissed, taking their time to taste one another, tongues dancing languorously together.  Katherine felt the hard warm body against hers and noted how her frame, while spare, molded to fit Vadef’s.  She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, rubbing her sex against his.  Their combined wetness made her movements easy.  He moaned in her mouth, the iron of him pressing tight against her mound and belly as if seeking a way in.

Vadef’s lips left hers, and with foreheads touching, he stared into her eyes.  “Sometimes I think I am asleep and dreaming, because you are too perfect,” he whispered.

“I’m not perfect,” Katherine said, her heart swelling at his words.  “Not by any means.”

“You’re perfect for me,” he said.  “I love you so much that the word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to approach it.”

What could she say to such a heartfelt and wondrous statement?  Katherine had no response so she kissed him instead, pouring all her adoration into it.

Vadef shifted her body as they embraced, moving her so that his rigid sexes found her wet, open, and ready.  He filled her, fitting perfectly as if made for her, only her.  Katherine moaned as her belly flickered with renewed warmth.

Vadef leaned back, letting go of her to prop his hands on the floor behind him.  “Love me,” he entreated.

Katherine braced her hands against his shoulders and planted her feet on either side of his.  Moving with slow sinuous grace, she rode the Kalquorian, rising and falling to almost release him and then reclaiming his cocks with her body. 

She watched the Imdiko’s eyes close, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he allowed her to take him.  Her hair fell all around them, the golden ringlets cascading to form a curtain.  Katherine dropped soft kisses on Vadef’s enraptured face.

She moved with care, noting every minute sensation of the hard, moist cocks traveling through her sleeves.  Even going slow, the Imdiko filled her tight enough that the friction against her hot spot made her gut grow heavy with need.  The soft bumping of cock tip against her cervix provided toe-curling bolts of excitement.  The deeper thrill of him filling her rear passage made her tremble. 

Vadef began moving his hips a little, rocking upwards to meet her when she descended to take him in fully.  Katherine groaned at the more intense sensations.  Then, when he started circular motions as well, her head fell back in ecstasy.  It was then that she noticed Miv standing next to them, a flogger in each hand.

Both Katherine and Vadef froze, looking up at the Nobek with wide eyes.  He smiled darkly at the pair before addressing Katherine.

“You are not the only one who appreciates pain with your pleasure, my Matara.  I thought you and Vadef would enjoy a little extra excitement added to your encounter.”

Katherine heard Vadef swallow.  Buried in her womanhood and rear, his cocks jolted.  His breathing grew faster.

She looked at the Imdiko.  “You didn’t tell me.”

He licked his lips.  “At first you insisted you did it to expunge your sins.  You seemed ashamed that you derived pleasure from pain, so I was reluctant to share my own experiences.  I didn’t want to give you any reason to reject me.”

Katherine smoothed a tendril of black hair from his worried face.  “I don’t reject you, Vadef, not for anything and certainly not for that.”