“Lean back a bit, my Dramok.” Osopa’s deep voice wove itself in her consciousness.
Without missing a rapid stroke, Tukui leaned away from her. He palmed her breasts as he watched his groin batter hers, gasping at the sight of himself disappearing inside her over and over.
Osopa reached between them, the glove humming. Tina tried to beg him not to, but all that came out was a desperate gurgle. He seized her clit.
She lost all comprehension of sight and sound. Feeling was all she knew; the constant friction of thickness moving in her, the ache of her breasts being kneaded, the sustained lightning thrumming through her.
Warmth pressed against her spine. Growing pressure against her rear entrance, the sensation of implacable invasion there. A word that made little sense floated through her head: Yorso.
Friction everywhere, lighting thousands of fires within that merged into a massive inferno. Tina was dimly aware of what fed the flames, of Tukui and Yorso thrusting into her pussy and ass, of Osopa’s insistent attention to her clit. But mostly she felt the heat, the churning, ruthless heat igniting a fuse toward explosion.
“Come for us,” someone said.
Violence heaved through her, a demolition that erased everything except the uncompromising pounding of cataclysm. If she screamed, she didn’t know it. Torn and scattered on the storms of rapture, Tina thought she’d disintegrated.
A second upheaval crashed through her. She was nowhere, but nowhere was a maelstrom of physical jubilation, beyond description, beyond the rational. Then the spikes eased, and she was herself again, riding blissful swells of delight as Yorso and Tukui lurched against her.
She watched Tukui’s face as he climaxed. His jaw tightened for an instant, then dropped open to emit cries. His gaze was unfocused, his expression euphoric as his cock throbbed in her pussy.
An instant later, Yorso’s moans sounded behind her, his cock pulsing in her tighter sleeve. Together they spent themselves, filling her both at once.
I wish Osopa had been a part of this. Tina missed that he’d not somehow been inside her as well, joining them all at once. As wondrous as it had been with three, four clanmates entangled would have been glorious.
Too soon, the beautiful link was disconnected as Tukui and Yorso staggered aside. They fell on the bed, chests heaving as they gazed up at her floating in the air. Osopa’s gaze was dark as he looked everyone over.
“Thank you for the show. My Matara, do I dare hope you have the strength to continue?”
For a wonder, a flicker of interest remained in her aching sex. Did she have the ability to endure more consciousness-altering orgasms?
The bulge straining his pants made her determined to try. She tried on a version of Osopa’s leering half-smile, her tone challenging. “Are you saying I have a choice?”
His purple eyes sparked. A soft growl tightened her pussy. He’d gotten the message. “None.”
“Please, grant me one mercy. If you have a stim-tab?” She managed to make it an imperative while playing a submissive role.
He brought the stimulant and placed it on her tongue to dissolve. While she waited for it to go into effect, he pulled her down and rearranged her so she leaned over the bed, her rear sticking in the air. He crossed her cuffed wrists at the small of her back and spread her legs wide.
“You’ll take me as you took Yorso. This hole deserves my larger cock.” Before he fucked her, however, he used the glove on her once more, snarling, “I want you dripping on the floor first.”
In seconds, he had her squirming and crying out as fresh arousal took hold. Tukui and Yorso rolled over to box her in, tugging on her nipples. They weren’t gentle, and she grew confused as to what was pain and what was pleasure.
It was all exhilarating. Strange or not, she loved what they did to her.
Fingering her clit with the thrumming glove, Osopa slid into her. His larger cock strained her ass, while the smaller but substantial rear organ speared her pussy. He took his time fucking her shaking body though her moans grew louder as he coaxed her to renewed arousal.
“Not only would I never allow you to leave us, but I’ll pluck out the eyes of any man who looks at you the wrong way,” he snarled, his groin slapping against her buttocks. “Do you hear me, my woman? Do you understand it’s only my clan who will enjoy you?”
He gave her butt a light slap when she failed to reply instantly. The warmth of the strike went straight to her straining clit, battered by the vibrating glove. “Yes. Yes, Osopa. Only you and Tukui and Yorso.”
“That’s right.” His pace was increasing, as if to drive home the point. “Only our cocks will ever know your pussy and ass. Only we suck your tits. Only we taste your sweetness. Only we may fuck you.”
He gave her another smack, setting off an exciting sting. He expected a response. “Only Clan Tukui,” she gasped.
“Only Clan Tukui what?”
“Only Clan Tukui fucks me—and—and kisses my pussy—and whatever we want to do.”
Mollified, Osopa slowed. Tina’s arousal, which had been approaching a fever pitch, calmed into a warm, joyful steadiness.
Where Osopa had struck tingled. She wondered at the excitement his slaps had given her and remembered someone in the clan had warned her she could be spanked. Would it be as alluring as those little spurs to encourage her to answer had been? Or would it be awful, as punishment was meant to be?
So many questions. Intercourse had been proven to be much more than a man sticking his penis in a woman’s vagina to make babies. What other astonishing activities were included in the act?
As she wondered, Osopa picked up the pace again, sending glorious jolts of passion through her belly. Tukui had wedged himself beneath her to mouth her breasts while Yorso lazily traced up and down her spine. Touches gentle and harsh were propelling her toward dissolution, especially when Osopa pinched her clit hard to drive the glove’s vibrations deeper into the sensitized flesh. She quaked, nearing the precipice. She reached its peak and hung there, a moment’s pause before the gorgeous fall.
It didn’t happen. Tina was tense and shaking, ready for the release that would fling her into space yet again, but the flash of ecstasy refused to strike. It hovered inside her, twisting and churning, building ever greater with every stroke of Osopa’s now-rapid thrusts. But she couldn’t come.
Her womanhood ached from the need to let loose that wonderful, awful strain. She began moving, meeting Osopa’s plunges, driving him deeper within herself. His breath caught, and a growl trickled from his throat. He rutted harder, hurting her in that beautiful way that felt so similar to pleasure.
She still couldn’t come. She needed something to set orgasm free. Desperate, she cast about in her mind for what it could be. What had happened before that sent her into that decadent spiral?
“May I come?”
Osopa refused to answer immediately. He punished her instead, fucking her with a strength that was almost bruising in its intensity. Just when Tina was ready to scream from the agony of denied climax, he grunted the words that had been spoken every time she’d orgasmed.
“Come, my Matara.”
She tipped over. Blessed release rumbled through her, freeing bliss from the prison of her body yet again. Osopa’s groans joined hers, filling her with completion. Every member of her clan had shared in gratification.