Michaela (8 page)

Damn it, it hurt though! As her loins cramped anew, Michaela wailed.

Raxstad scowled at no one in particular. “Damn it, she still needs release. We can’t leave her this way, Govi.”

“No, we can’t. She’s in agony. Trade places with me, Korkla. You and Raxstad keep her comforted while I take care of her needs.”

Korkla moved, his and Raxstad’s bodies sandwiching the weeping Michaela on either side. Govi knelt between her legs. He brushed his fingertips over her cheeks, drying her tears.

The beautiful Imdiko whispered, “Hush, little dancer. We’re not going to leave you wanting. It’s going to be all right.”

Korkla and Raxstad rained gentle kisses on her face and breasts. The touches were sweet, but not what Michaela craved. Not what she needed so desperately.

Wet, sucking warmth enveloped her aching cock. Michaela shouted in shocked elation. Govi’s dark head covered her groin. His mouth was on her, suckling her prick. She shrieked and arched, desperate to come.

She would have been relieved had he allowed just the male part of her anatomy release. However, Govi didn’t stop there. Michaela felt pressure against her female entrance. Govi slid a finger, then two, inside her. He fucked her pussy that way for two strokes before shoving another finger inside, this time in her ass.

Everything clenched tight inside Michaela’s belly. She hung onto Korkla and Raxstad, certain she would fly apart at any moment. Govi’s head bobbed up and down over her crotch, his raspy tongue delivering mind-numbing friction on the thick vein pulsing on the underside. He took the entirety of her cock in, swallowing deep so that she was enveloped in heat and wet and sensation. At the same time his fingers worked her hard, shoving in. The tips dug against a surprisingly sensitive place inside her female sheath.

Agonizing bliss hovered just out of Michaela’s reach. She was at the very pinnacle of realization, and yet her body refused to succumb. She jerked and kicked as she fought for that final glory. Her mind felt as if it must unravel into the chaos of lust. She screamed in tearful frustration.

Govi’s thumb brushed her clit. Climax was on Michaela with all the destructive force of a wrecking ball going through a wall. Her pussy clenched with violence, sending a spike of white-hot lightning into her scrotum. Her balls drew tight, and another surge of heat spilled from it, flooding into her cock. With a shriek, she poured into Govi’s mouth.

Dual pulses of brain- and body-blasting pleasure heaved from her guts. Michaela was dimly aware of Korkla and Raxstad holding her down, of Govi drawing on her and swallowing, of his thumb stroking her clit over and over. The Imdiko kept at her, forcing every drop and every convulsion of release from her tumultuous loins. He did not stop until she went limp, helpless sobs spilling from her throat.

Raxstad’s rumbling voice vibrated through her ear. “All better, little precious?”

Michaela blinked, and the world returned. The three men’s faces hovered overhead, staring down at her with expressions of delight. Was she supposed to say something? Do something? For the life of her, Michaela couldn’t figure out what they wanted.

She tried to ask, but all that came out of her mouth was a thick gurgling sound. The men looked at each other and chuckled.

Korkla slipped his arm around her shoulders and hauled her drooping body to a sitting position. “Let’s get her dressed and out of here before these flowers set her off again.”

The men hurriedly clothed her, having some issues with the zipper of her trousers and buttons of her shirt. “By the ancestors, why doesn’t this outfit have re-sealable seams?” Raxstad griped. “I’m buying you a whole new wardrobe, my beauty.”

“What about this?” Korkla asked, holding up the breast binding.

“Leave it,” Govi scowled. “Did you see the marks it left on her breasts? She has no reason to wear that awful thing.” He turned his beautiful face to Michaela’s, and his expression softened. “You are perfect the way you are, Michaela. No more hiding yourself.”

Michaela was no help to them in putting her clothes on. She was too wasted from the devastating climaxes she’d had. Yet the scent of the surrounding flowers was still sweet, and soft warmth continued to pulse in her belly. It started to grow stronger, a little at a time. She groaned.

“Quickly,” Korkla encouraged his clan. “We have to get her out of here.”

The three men managed to get Michaela dressed despite her confusing Earther clothing. As soon as she was decently covered, Raxstad stood with her cradled in his arms.

A smile smoothed out his brutish face as he hurried to carry her out of the garden. “You weigh no more than air, you precious creature.”

Post-climax, Michaela’s senses were slow to recover. She was vaguely aware of Raxstad taking her back to Israla’s mansion, the building a concoction of rounded shapes and soaring spires. Then they were inside and the heady perfume of the flowers disappeared. The steady throb of Michaela’s lower parts eased. Thoughts began to assemble themselves.

She lay in muscled arms, as secure as a babe with its mother. Safer still, because there was a monstrous gorilla of a man attached to those arms. He was warm and solid and strong, and Michaela’s first instinct was to burrow deeper in his clutches, to rub her face against the granite wall of his chest. Raxstad’s gentle smile sat strangely on his brutish features, but it was a nice expression. She warmed to it.

“Nobek. Protector,” she whispered to herself.

As low as her voice was, Raxstad still heard her. “That’s right, little one. You have nothing to fear when you’re with me.”

Yet worry and doubt re-surfaced all too soon as the group reached her quarters in the guest wing of Israla’s immense home. The glow of orgasm and the stuporous effects of the flowers in the garden outside wore off just as Raxstad settled her on the lounger in her room. She blinked up at the three men crowded around her.

Govi asked, “Michaela, do you need something to drink?”

“No. I – I’m–”

Michaela had no idea what she was about to say, because the knowledge of what had happened in the garden hit her full force. She slapped her hands over her face, hiding from the clan.

“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit!”

Raxstad’s deep chuckle rumbled delightfully through her ears, but Michaela couldn’t bear to look at him. However Govi wouldn’t let her avoid them for long. He tugged at her wrists.

“It’s all right, Michaela. Look at me so you can see it’s all right.”

She mumbled against her palms, “You saw me. You saw everything.”

Korkla said, “Yes, we did. We saw just how exquisite you are.”

Michaela peeked at him between her fingers. “Who are you trying to kid? I know what I look like. I’m a freak.”

Anger shadowed Korkla and Raxstad’s expressions. Govi’s mood turned sad.

Korkla said, “I believe I have asked you not to use that word when referring to yourself. Now I will insist on it.”

Govi added, “You are not a freak, Michaela, no matter what you’ve been taught to believe.”

“You’re perfect. Too perfect to be limited to male or female. That’s why you’re both,” Raxstad insisted.

His clanmates looked at him, their expressions surprised. A smile lit Korkla’s face.

The Dramok told Michaela, “When someone as straightforward as Raxstad gets philosophical, you need to listen, my lovely Michaela.” He sighed. “I am so sorry we took you out there where you had no control. I apologize that things happened you were not ready for yet. Please forgive us.”

Michaela lowered her hands, blinking at him in surprise. Korkla was apologizing for her going nymphomaniac on them?

“It wasn’t your fault. Jeez, what a mess,” she said.

She looked at them. They looked at her. Everyone was watchful and tense. No one seemed sure of what to say at that point.

The pregnant silence weighed on her. Michaela asked, “So. Now what?”

Raxstad’s tone was hopeful. “Lunch?”

Everyone looked at him. The Nobek returned their startled stares. “What? I’m getting hungry.”

Michaela’s tension eased. She fled into the humor of Raxstad’s answer, a smile spreading over her face. “I do appreciate a simple solution.”

Govi and Korkla chuckled, relieving more of the strained tenor of the moment. Govi asked, “Shall I call the kitchen and find out what they have?”

Korkla nodded, still snickering. “Please. And order the Nobek a double serving. If he’s thinking with his stomach at a time like this, then we should take it very seriously.”

They laughed, but the sound was uncomfortable, telling Michaela they were still on shaky ground. She didn’t say anything about it until Govi finished ordering food to be brought to her room.

She decided to take the bull by the horns. She couldn’t stand the tension, though clearing the air made her nervous.

“Okay. Immediate needs are being attended to,” Michaela announced to the men. Their purple eyes riveted on her. “Now what do we do about – this?” She made a sweeping motion with her arm, indicating herself and the clan. “Now that things have gotten so far ahead of where it should be, we need to figure out what comes next.”

Govi winced. “I am sorry about that, Michaela. I can’t imagine how horrified you must be.”

Michaela sputtered shocked laughter. “Horrified wasn’t exactly the word I would have said. If it was, I’d like to be horrified more often, please.”

At last the men laughed for real. Raxstad in particular bellowed at Michaela’s frank expression of lust. She was reassured to see no disgust. Korkla and Govi seemed more relieved than anything else, but again, there was no sign they were repulsed.

Looking more relaxed, Govi said, “Perhaps we can start over from the beginning? I think we should get to know each other a little better before going into headlong passion.”

Korkla grinned and nodded. “I believe you Earthers call it dating? That’s correct, isn’t it?”

Michaela felt disappointment that they wanted to take a step back, though she was glad they weren’t trying to find a way to avoid her outright. “Dating,” she mused. “Like dinners and taking walks?”

“But not in that garden. At least, not for another day or two.” Raxstad winked and grinned with lecherous wickedness.

The heated look renewed the excited churning in Michaela’s gut. She snickered at the Nobek’s lascivious teasing.

Govi rolled his eyes at his clanmate. “A bit longer than a couple of days, I think. Behave yourself.”

“Not in my nature.” Raxstad never took his eyes off Michaela. He stared at her, his grin that of a voracious shark.

He made her feel scared and excited all at once. If Raxstad only pretended to want more of her, he was a damned good actor. His attitude was pure lust, and Michaela wondered what it would be like if his clanmates let him off his leash.

Korkla sighed. “Nobeks and their appetites. Food and sex, and the more the better.”

“Absolutely.” The growl in Raxstad’s voice made Michaela shiver. He continued to pin her with his stare.

“Don’t frighten her, Raxstad,” Korkla warned.

The stern command broke the spell the Nobek seemed to have fallen under. He blinked, and the menace in his look drained away. He patted Michaela’s shoulder awkwardly. “I’m sorry. I think you’re amazing. I guess I let myself get carried away.”

Before Michaela could respond to that astonishing statement, Govi told Raxstad, “You can’t be left alone with her if she has that kind of effect on you.”

“That might be a good idea for us all.” Korkla took Michaela’s hand and rubbed the back of it along his smooth-shaven jaw. Now it was the Dramok’s gaze that drilled into hers.

He murmured, “It’s not just Raxstad who is hypnotized by your appeal. You make me want to throw control aside, little one. The temptation to have you after what happened in the garden is almost too much to be borne.”

Michaela felt breathless at the admission. She couldn’t speak. She stared at Korkla as if bewitched. The cinnamon-like scent rose in the air once more. He wanted her. Even after having seen what she was, he still wanted her.

Govi’s strained voice broke the growing tension. “I see we’re all swept up in the passion of the moment. Yes, it would be best if we weren’t left alone with you. You must be sure of us before anything else happens, and I don’t think we can guarantee we’ll maintain the control we should.”

Michaela worried they would leave now. She kept her tone bantering, as if it didn’t matter. “So you’re not staying for lunch? I don’t know that I can eat Raxstad’s portion.”

That made easy laughter return. Once more, the group relaxed.

Korkla said, “A starving Tragoom couldn’t eat Raxstad’s portion. I think we can keep enough control over ourselves for lunch. Right, my Nobek?”

Raxstad brushed a tendril of Michaela’s hair back that had escaped her ponytail. His calloused fingertip grazed her cheek. That little bit of contact was enough to send a shiver down her spine. The big man’s eyes darkened at her reaction.

He said, “I might maintain my senses if you blindfold me.” He caught Korkla’s hard look and sighed. “Yes, I will behave myself. Try not being so beautiful, all right Michaela?”

Govi chuckled. “After this, we will be chaperoned. Do you believe your friend Jessica would be agreeable to that, Michaela? Perhaps she can join us all for dinner tonight.”