Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 8: Alien Caged

“All right,” Miragin crooned, gathering her in his arms to hold her tight.  “It’s all right.  I’m going to give you what you need, little Elisa.”
With that, his hips arched back, pulling him mostly free of her, leaving yawning emptiness in his wake.  Elisa’s feet drummed against his butt in protest.  She wailed a protest.
He forged into her once more, not too quickly but with demand.  Oh, that was good.  That was very, very good.  More grinding tight circles against her clit left her clawing at his chest and shoulders.  He made that funny, rumbling sound that was like growling again.
“Easy, my sweet.  You’re driving me wild.”
Miragin drew back and surged forward, harder than before.  Elisa’s insides drew tight.  More grinding from his hips, which resulted in more clawing from her nails.  Drawing back.  Thrusting.  Grinding.  Drawing back.  Thrusting.  Grinding.  Faster and faster each time, harder and more powerful.  Her sheaths grasped at his cocks, clenching him tight to make the veins stand out on the Imdiko’s neck.   Brutal heat suffused Elisa’s belly.  It coiled in on itself until only Miragin’s weight kept her from bending double in agonized pleasure.
He drummed quickly against her now, pounding against her, their breaths mingling in harsh gasps.  Elisa couldn’t move to meet him, he thrust so fast.  She hung on, helpless to do anything but cling as orgasm lurched closer, building to a peak, going blinding bright until there was nothing but brilliance.  Then came the sensation of expansion, accompanied by explosive exaltation that traveled from her belly up her spine to blast through her skull.  
Sweet heaving chaos overcame her.  It churned and bubbled and then boiled over again.  She lost herself in the delicious surges, only half-recognizing the sound of Miragin’s drawn-out groan.  The slow pulses of his release joined the throbs of hers.  Their bodies slid against each other’s as they worked to make the culmination last as long as it could.
At last there were only soft waves left, diminishing with each sigh.  Elisa relaxed in the Imdiko’s arms, lulled by the final laps of bliss emanating from her core.  She drifted, as content as a cat with a belly full of milk.
“What a lovely way to pass the time.  May we join you?”
Elisa’s eyes flew open and she gasped at the sound of Zemos’ voice.  Miragin’s chuckle vibrated through her as she looked over his shoulder to see the Dramok and Oret standing inside the room.   There was no way to know how long they’d been in there, watching her with their Imdiko.  Watching her have sex with him.
The two men moved towards them, their expressions fierce with intent.  Elisa lay frozen under those dark stares.
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