Tukui knelt on the end of the bed. “Tina, we accepted you as our Matara because there’s no greater honor than a female clanmate to cherish. Sex is—is—”
“Icing on the cake,” Yorso supplied. At Tukui’s questioning gaze, he explained. “It’s an Earth saying. You’re telling her that sex is an added bonus.”
“A big bonus.” The clan leader chuckled, patting his avid crotch.
Tina couldn’t help the note of frustration that crept into her voice. “I want you to like me. I can’t return to Earth, so you have to like me.”
Yorso sat next to her. He kissed the tip of her nose. “We do, my Matara. Please stop worrying.”
As if to underscore the assertion, he snuggled against her, raining gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, chin, lips. There was nothing sexual in his attentions.
“Maybe she’ll quit worrying and sleep if she’s relaxed?” Tukui grinned at them. The smile looked forced, a mask over the anxiety that peeked through.
“An excellent suggestion.” Yorso reached beneath the covers. Tina jerked when he stroked her sex, thrilling at once to the sensation of his fingertips exploring her folds.
“Oh!”
“Be a good girl, my Matara. Let me help you release that tension. Stay where you are; no moving around.”
He held her tight so she couldn’t resist. Or return the exciting touches that made her wet and aching. She squirmed against him. “But—but—”
“No, sweet girl. Accept this gift. I’d hate for Osopa to put you over his knee and spank you for being naughty.”
Would he do such a thing? Tina stopped wriggling, allowing Yorso to continue his clandestine fondling. He grinned, seemingly satisfied despite the fact she was the one being caressed.
“Nice girls get all the rewards.” Tukui crawled up the bed. He folded the covers back just enough to expose her breasts. His hand and mouth warmed her, the delightful sensations joining those Yorso had awakened.
“So sweet to play with,” Yorso sighed, watching her as her head tossed and she moaned. His thumb circled her clit as two fingers dove into her sex. “Lovely, eager pussy. Do you enjoy feeling me inside your pussy, Tina?”
“Pussy? Isn’t that a bad word?” Her voice was breathy, her thoughts scattered. It was difficult to pay attention to what Yorso said when he and Tukui teased mercilessly.
The Imdiko chuckled as he worked her faster, making her weak with need as bliss poured through her veins. “A little naughty, I suppose. As is cunt.”
“Is clit naughty too?” She arched as he teased hers.
“It’s short for the anatomical term clitoris.”
Tukui paused sucking a stiff nipple to comment, “Funny, you teaching her Earther words.”
“I’ve learned quite a few when it comes to sex. Isn’t that the way, though? We go for the crude stuff when we learn a new language. Such as ass. Do you know what an ass is, Tina?”
“Butt,” she panted. Tukui held her nipple between his teeth, lashing its tip with his tongue. Yorso’s thumb brushed her clit in a similar fashion. Back and forth, back and forth, making her surroundings hazy as passion dizzied her.
“Correct. You have a lovely, round ass. I enjoyed its grip when I shoved my secondary into it. How did it feel to have my cock in your ass?”
“Is ‘cock’ Earther language too?”
“It is. Don’t avoid my question. Did it feel good when we stuffed our cocks in your ass?”
Some part of her understood his inquiries were profane, no doubt illegal on Earth. But with his fingers working her sex and Tukui mauling her breasts, the words he spoke excited her. As did the memory of all they’d done before.
“It felt good.”
“Tukui sucking your tits is exciting too, isn’t it?”
“I like it,” she moaned. Especially the roughness of his tongue as he licked her.
“But what felt best were our cocks fucking your pussy. Driving in and out of your gorgeous cunt hard, until you came for each of us. Until you experienced orgasm. Isn’t that right?”
Again, he used words that had been a mystery to her. Until now. Now, she had a clear understanding of what he was saying, and it made her clench on his fingers.
“Tell me, Tina, how you enjoyed having your pussy and ass fucked. Let me hear how wonderful orgasm was.”
“A-a-mazing.” She kicked helplessly. He was taking her there again, pushing her to come, as he put it. And she had no choice but to do so if he kept at her.
He shoved a third finger in her. “You’re going to do it again, aren’t you? My innocent Matara is about to come for me while I finger-fuck her tight pussy. You want to, don’t you?”
Tina was dimly aware Osopa had returned, that he was watching avidly as his clanmates drove her insane with lust. Staring as she was driven to absolute surrender.
“Tell me, Tina.”
“I wa-want to.”
“You want to what?”
“Come. Please, I want to come.”
“Who do you want to come for?”
“For you.”
“And who else?”
“And Tukui. And Osopa.” She sobbed as her sex—her pussy, her cunt, flexed in warning.
“Then you may.”
He pinched her clit, and a heaving tide broke through her. She bucked helplessly as he stroked her nub between finger and thumb, tearing rapture from her. She screamed incoherent words as a second violent wave ripped her to shreds.
The storm lashed her forever, taking her far from comprehension. There was only vicious ecstasy, fed again and again by the insistent friction to that tiny bit of flesh. Yorso was brutally thorough in coaxing every mote of carnal response free.
At last she lay gasping in his and Tukui’s arms. They had covered her up again, making her warm. The mattress was soft, deep enough to sink into. The world had returned, but it faded in and out.
Still, she was unable to relax. She dredged the words out, including a bit of the crude terminology Yorso had taught her. “You didn’t. You haven’t. Come.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ve had enough of that for one day. Let’s talk about you. We’ve barely had time to discuss what matters.”
She blinked at Yorso, but trying to figure out how to deal with these strange men was more than her fuzzy brain could take. “I’m not sure what would interest you.”
“What’s a typical day in your life? What was it like to live in that convent colony, good and bad?”
Osopa joined them on the bed, his expression showing interest.
“You don’t need to hear about my boring existence as an aspirant. Tell me about your lives instead.”
Tukui held her hand, kissing her fingertips. “You first.”
When they continued to insist, she gave in. She gave them the tedious list of cleaning, sewing, cooking, and praying—stressing how good she was at household tasks, so they’d understand all she could offer. As she did so, she was sad that she’d drifted through the past years as little more than a ghostly maid, existing on the fringes of the convent’s society. Had she really kept to herself so much? With the exception of Mary, she’d gotten along with the other girls, but doubted they could be counted as friends. Only Sister Bernadette had shared any part of her thoughts with Tina.