We’re as good as executed for lewdness.
She gasped. “Wait. I’m not supposed to. It’s wrong.”
Yorso paused kissing a path up her thigh. “Your government can’t touch you now. You can do all the things that feel good, and no one can hurt you for it.”
“We’ll be your husbands, my beauty,” Tukui asserted, his breath warm on the breast he’d been suckling. “It’s permissible for a wife to enjoy pleasure from her mates.”
Tina tried to find a protest she didn’t want to speak. Her thoughts were derailed when Yorso licked the place that drove men to sin.
It was hard to determine what froze her; the shock that his tongue had touched her there or the molten pleasure that seized her at the unthinkable contact.
He tasted it. He licked my—my—
Her mind froze when he did it again. Yorso’s eyes were half-closed, his expression rapturous as he lapped between her legs.
She couldn’t see anymore, because Osopa’s dark head got in the way as he put his mouth to work on her breast. Then Tukui locked on for another of his breath-stealing kisses.
Mouths all over her. She was being devoured by the Kalquorians, wracked with strange feelings she couldn’t name. She writhed beneath them, unsure if she preferred to escape or encourage them to do more.
Tina couldn’t imagine how a sensation could be bright when she couldn’t see it. Yet brightness was filling her where Yorso licked and kissed, a piercing with an earthquake rumbling beneath it. What Tukui and Osopa did added to the commotion, making her jerk in helpless reaction. She was filled with a storm, and it was growing.
I can’t take this. I’m going to die.
It seemed impossible the uproar could get worse, yet it did. Tina was wailing, gorgeous agony consuming her more and more, the pressure building. The men ignored her cries, growling as they brought her closer to—to something. Something huge and unknown.
Yorso’s lips closed over an incredibly sensitive part of her sex. His rough tongue lashed, and the brightness turned blinding.
“Come for us,” Tukui whispered in her ear.
Tina hovered on the razor-sharp pinnacle of agonizing ecstasy for an endless second—
—and fell into the abyss.
Convulsions seized her, tossing her into boundless waves of rapture. She saw the brightness as well as felt it. It filled her and released, filled and released, pulses of the purest bliss. She rode each crest, wondering if it would ever end and hoping it wouldn’t.
Yet the pulses did ebb, and Tina gradually came back to herself. She returned to her tiny cell, to the concrete slab of a mattress beneath her, to the trio caressing her as they smiled.
A sudden dread weighted her already lax limbs, displacing the incredible contentment that had followed in the wake of violent pleasure.
“What—what did you make me do?” she whispered.
The aliens’ pleased expressions faltered. “We gave you a gift,” Tukui said.
“It’s forbidden,” she whimpered.
You liked it, a voice in her head gloated.
“You’re our Matara. Nothing that brings such happiness is forbidden.” Osopa reached for her, where tiny aftershocks continued to spasm. He cupped her there.
She jerked away. “Don’t. It’s a sin.”
“It’s acceptable with your husbands. That’s what your Earth laws say.” Yorso stood and peeled his one-piece uniform off.
Tina gasped and looked away. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my clothes off so we can enjoy more of being married.”
“I can’t. They’ll execute me for this!”
Tukui nuzzled the side of her neck, whispering. “No one can harm you. You’re safe, my Matara, to give yourself to us. To indulge your desires.”
The full ramifications of what she’d done hit her. “For the love of Jesus, Mohammed, and Moses, I beg you. If they come for us—”
“You said just being in our presence was a danger anyway. That danger has grown, and we’ll protect you. You’ll have to leave Earth and be taken to safety. We can keep you safe.”
“You can’t guarantee that!”
“I do.”
He bit. She sobbed, not because she hated what was happening. She wept because she liked it, whatever the entirety of it meant, and she’d be executed.
Serenity invaded again. When Tukui released her, she was bemused to find all three were naked. Yorso and Tukui had pinned her wrists to her thin pillow.
She took it all in, a small voice in her mind continuing to war with heightened awareness of the sweet-spicy scent filling the cell, her eagerness for that exciting burst of rapture, the astounding view of the men surrounding her. She couldn’t see Tukui well. He was kneeling by her bed as he licked where he’d bitten her. His chest, upper abdomen, and a muscled arm were tantalizing glimpses of a powerful frame. She had a better view of Yorso, who was half on the tiny bed with her. He played with her breasts, sending exciting darts down to her avid womanhood. His toned physique was as lovely as any sculpture she’d seen, though he displayed far more flesh than she’d dared to imagine on a man.
Her gaze went to the most forbidden sight of all. Was she seeing double? No, one was smaller than the other. Were they supposed to have two?
Before she could puzzle it out, her attention was taken by the large figure at the end of the bed. Osopa placed a knee between her legs, his strong, carved figure leaning toward her. His twin shafts curved toward a rippled abdomen, shining as if wet. As if obeying a signal, Tukui and Yorso grabbed Tina’s thighs, wrapping their arms about them to hold her open as Osopa loomed overhead.
He’s going to put them in me. The thought sent a voluptuous shock to her womanhood, and wetness spilled from her. Tina stared at the Nobek’s glistening lengths. Was being wet a normal part of readying for sex? The little she knew had been gleaned from hints and warnings from the nuns, giggled guesses from other girls. No one had mentioned this oddity.
As Yorso bent to lick at a pointed nipple, sending a cascade of warm tingles down to make her wetter, Tina admitted she wanted to know all the secrets. She sobbed anew, her confused excitement needing a voice. Osopa stroked her softness, setting off effervescent elation. Even as eagerness rose to make her gasp and her hips jerked up to invite more, she heeded the last remnant of shame before her surrender to debauchery. “Please, please God, forgive me,” she gasped.
Then Osopa’s finger was inside her, stroking slowly but steadily. She cried out at the thunderclap of pleasure. From far away, she heard him say, “No forgiveness is required. This is what your beautiful body was made for.”
Osopa looked at her with such gentleness that Tina could hardly believe he was the same fierce, unfeeling warrior who’d terrified her. When his thumb brushed the swollen bit that peeked from her red pubic curls, sending luscious shocks throughout her, she forgave him for scaring her. She would have forgiven him for anything in that instant.
Tukui kissed her with that hot demand that turned her inside out. Yorso sucked on her breasts so that her eyes rolled in ecstasy. And Osopa, wonderful Osopa, pumping fingers in and out so her muscles clenched at him, teased that eager nubbin so she moaned and writhed beneath them.
When the Nobek shifted so a slick finger entered her other entrance, it was a shock that brought an involuntary “No.” Osopa responded by pressing a second in.