Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule

The Nobek dropped her gently to the floor, making sure she didn’t hit her head on the way down.  Again she scuttled away on all fours, and this time he let her.  He followed her with measured paces around the room, pulling his hard, ready sexes free of his formsuit as he stalked her.  
“Nowhere to go, little Jessica McInness,” Bevau gloated when she looked over her shoulder to see him hunting her.  His eyes glittered and his lips stretched over his fangs in a predatory grin.  He was all Nobek now, a brute to be feared.
Jessica emitted a little shriek and lurched to her feet, preparing to run.  For an instant an iron arm circled her waist.  Then Bevau had her pressed against the wall again.
She fought him as hard as she could, kicking, slapping, and punching, her head whipping from side to side in negation as he manhandled her into position for his first thrust.  “No,” she gasped, feeling the tips of his cocks at her entrances.  She screamed as he crushed against her, holding her writhing body in place.  “Please,” she begged as he paused, savoring his domination before taking what he wanted.
“Is that real begging, or are we still playing?” Bevau asked.  “If you want me to truly stop, say the Kalquorian word sholt.”
Jessica responded by darting her face at his and biting his lower lip.
Bevau’s hips pushed against her, impaling her moist, eager flesh with his own.  He shouted triumph in a beast’s howl as he traveled deep into her body.  Jessica shrieked at the mingled thrill and agony of the sudden invasion.  They cried out together, predator and prey.
Bevau rode her, thrusting his considerable sexes in hard.  Jessica held on for dear life, her arms clutched around his neck and legs around his waist.  Already she could feel her senses overloading, tipping toward glorious orgasm.
Her legs slid down the Nobek’s waist, letting her calves run over his buttocks.  She tightened her grip there and flexed to help him drive into her harder still.  Bevau’s head fell back, his face filled with bliss at her urging him on.
He let Jessica direct the rhythm of their lovemaking, timing his thrusts to coincide with the squeezing of her legs.  She made him take her fast for a little while, feeling her body rushing ever closer to orgasm.  Then, sensing she was nearly there, she slowed the pace, letting them both hover at a steady pulse of pleasure, calming a little, before quickening once more.
All the while he kept her pinned to the wall.  With her strong dancer’s legs binding his hips, she imprisoned him, making him stay inside and keeping her deliciously full of his cocks.  Jessica gloried in the sensation of being both master and mastered.
Bevau’s breathing came quicker now, and he began to ignore her rhythm.  His hands grasped her buttocks, squeezing and molding the rounded flesh.  He worked her faster, and Jessica knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.  A mewling sound escaped her lips, and the Nobek responded with a growl.  His thrusts became stronger, and he drove deeper into her than ever before.
Deep pleasure bloomed in her gut, and her entire abdomen contracted in a massive spasm.  The walls of her vagina grasped Bevau’s cock as if to pull him in even deeper.  His howl joined her scream, and he let go of one hip to pound his fist against the wall.  Jessica’s womb, rolling in huge waves, milked his pulsing penis, determined to suck every drop of seed from his body.
Bevau crushed against her and another orgasm rocked Jessica.  She bit into his shoulder and tasted the tartness of the Kalquorian’s blood.  They raged and twisted against each other as lust had its vicious way with them.  There was no thought, no conscience, no sense of anything but primal urges that had to be met.  If anyone had heard them, they would have been convinced a fight to the death was in play.
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