Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 1: Alien Embrace (2nd Edition WIP)

           Rajhir’s tongue invaded Amelia’s mouth, filling it, stroking sinuously against her tongue.  That touch alone was enough to make her writhe.  His tongue was cat-scratchy, excitingly rough.  As he tasted her, the massive hands on her breasts squeezed before pinching the engorged tips.  The touch sizzled all the way down to her sex, as if hit by an electrical shock.            Warmth coursed from the lips of Amelia’s sex as another pair of hands parted her thighs.  Hot, questing fingers slid up the insides of her legs, pushing up the scant material of her dress up and over her hips.  She lay completely exposed to the man rubbing her thighs with calloused tenderness.  She imagined him watching the honey flow from her font and another stab of arousal shot through her.            Rajhir pulled his mouth from hers and cupped her face in his hands.  He gazed into her eyes as if trying to read her mind.  Amelia felt embraced by the cool depths of his blue-purple eyes.  Flencik continued to massage her breasts, his touch gentle and strong in turns.  Breft's fingers slid closer to her damp naked sex, tantalizing with their nearness to her pleasure button.            I'm not supposed to be doing this, she thought and giggled at her own naughtiness.  The combination of Plasian wine and insistent hands made it impossible to resist the ravishing.  Her senses rocked and her insides tumbled with excitement.  She’d never known such demanding need as what pulsed in her gut now.            Rajhir inclined his head, his lips parted to kiss her again.  He plundered her mouth, his wicked tongue sweeping across her teeth, flicking the roof of her mouth, twining around her tongue.            Flencik drew Amelia’s bodice away from her breasts, exposing the ripe globes to his warm breath.  He kneaded one with a strong hand while his hot mouth closed over the other.  He drew as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, sucking hard and scraping teeth on the tender flesh.  She moaned into Rajhir’s mouth, the little twinge of pain from the Imdiko’s teeth enhancing the greater pleasure of being possessed.            Breft dipped the tip of one finger into the well of moisture pooled between her legs.  She jerked in reaction to feel him so close to where she felt hottest.  It almost seemed her intimate passage yawned wide, begging to be filled.  Instead of accepting the invitation, the Nobek swirled the wet finger around her clitoris, sending tiny shocks of need through her belly.  Her hips moved of their own accord, trying to get his elusive touch to make full contact with the throbbing bud.            Rajhir finally drew back, and Amelia gasped raggedly.  Her whole body was one hungry ache, begging for satisfaction.  The Kalquorians were driving her mad for release.
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