Page 10 of Advance and Retreat (Dark Empire #6)

Piras moved behind Hope, grasping the backs of her knees.

He lifted her effortlessly, coming to his full height.

Her shoulders and spine rested against his torso, and her pose was indeed as if she straddled a chair, her legs spread wide to display her pussy to Lokmi.

She felt Piras’ avid excitement on her ass.

She scented it too, a spicy-sweet mix that tickled her nostrils.

“Lovely. Thank you, Piras.” As he gazed at her exposed sex, the Imdiko casually played with her breasts, occasionally tugging on her nipples to send excitement shooting straight to her clit. “Whose pussy is this, my Matara?”

“Yours, my Imdiko,” she gasped as her nipples began to swell and ache. Her pulse pounded in her womanhood, as if to make the sensations match.

“And your ass?”

“Yours too.” She trembled as he stepped closer.

“Are you making my pretty pussy wet for me?”

“Yes, my Imdiko.”

“Let’s find out.”

His fingers skated down her torso, zeroing in on her eager flesh. His thumb settled on her clit and rubbed lightly. Despite the gentle touch, Hope jerked in Piras’ arms. She thought she’d shoot through the storeroom’s ceiling at the bright flash of pleasure.

“I believe this pussy is hungry for a cock. Yes. Very wet.”

Hope bit her lips together to muffle her cry as fingers slid along her slit, spreading her warm passion over her folds.

She had no idea if the storage room was soundproof.

It was bad enough the Dantovonian might choose to view their activities.

She didn’t want his whole damned staff to hear her having sex.

Lokmi smeared her juices to her rear entrance. “I’m wet myself. Eager to fill you front and back. I don’t think the angle is quite right, Piras.”

“I’m sorry, my Imdiko. Is this better?” He adjusted her.

“Very good. Nice and prepared for her master’s cocks.”

As he spoke, he pressed a couple fingers in her cunt.

Another in her ass. Lokmi was dexterous to a fault, which he proved by having his thumb circle her clit while he pumped her intimate flesh.

Hope couldn’t help the tiny jerks the sensations of his control gave her, though she managed not to move too much.

After being cramped in the bin’s false bottom, she wasn’t in the mood for punishment.

Simple domination would do...it would do extremely well.

“You feel ready, but I’d better make a closer inspection,” Lokmi growled in her ear.

Hope felt Piras’ cocks jerk, but other than a minute tremble, he remained silent. Maybe he wasn’t up for punishment either...a rarity for him. Piras had a masochistic streak.

Her thoughts of her Dramok fled as Lokmi sank on a knee. His thumb’s activities gave way for his tongue. The hot, wet appendage licked her clit, delivering a blinding blast of pleasure. Her hips jerked, and she was unable to quiet a moan.

“Good girl,” Lokmi praised and licked her again. Her toes curled in her socks as she melted at her core.

His fingertips sought within her. At the same instant they found and rubbed her hotspot, he sucked her clit hard, his tongue whipping across it. Pure rapture shot through her. Her cry was loud.

“Getting there.” He continued to drive her crazy.

Hope clenched her jaw in response to surges of heat. Her head shook as elation built. She prayed the room was soundproof because she wouldn’t be able to keep from yelling when she came. It was too damned amazing.

“Delicious pussy,” her tormentor gloated. “ My delicious pussy.”

She was climbing, getting close to detonation.

He was relentless in his pursuit to utterly undo her, and it didn’t matter that experience said he’d take her to the brink and deny her.

It felt as if climax couldn’t be halted, that she’d come whether he stopped or not, she was too close, it was right there. ..

Lokmi stood, his fingers departing to leave her empty. Hope gasped as orgasm notched closer...then eased off before it could be realized. Her moan voiced mingled relief and disappointment.

The Imdiko watched her as she shuddered, as the dingy surroundings impressed themselves on her consciousness and brought her from imminent destruction. She stared up at him, her jaw gaping as she heaved for breath, thick strands of hair hanging over her face in a disheveled mess.

“Now we’re set. Now I’ll fuck you,” he said.

He opened his armored uniform’s crotch. His tapered cocks emerged gleaming and engorged, eager to claim her. He was so fucking huge. She whimpered as she tended to despite the years of experience telling her she could handle him.

He positioned himself for the first thrust. Hope had the feeling it would be an abrupt taking, the kind that hurt. She opened her mouth to tell him she wasn’t up for pain this time, but her second’s hesitation meant he was already in her, pushing deep, forcing her to accommodate his lust.

The hurt was immediate and profound, but as always, it was so right.

It was proof she was his to take as he wished.

He held the reins. On the heels of the deep ache came a surge of pure carnal delight, bringing orgasm close.

Though Piras held her legs wide, she tried to spread them farther, to submerge herself in absolute surrender.

“That’s my nice tight ass and pussy. That’s my girl,” Lokmi grunted.

He was quickly embedded to the groin. He lost no time in rutting her, bouncing her in Piras’ grip, taking her with power.

A voice in her head whispered it was a reaction to feeling out of control while he’d been separated from his clanmates, forced to wait to see if they’d made it safely past the Darks’ security.

In taking her so ruthlessly, Lokmi was bowing to the urge to reassert his Dramok tendencies, often as strong as Piras’.

Much of the realization was lost in a flood of growing excitement as orgasm threatened. The only question was Lokmi might deny her again. Don’t stop. I need this. I need...

Her body, thoughts, and vision went nova as sheer rapture swept through her. She was lost in violent surges, leaving her blind and deaf to her surroundings.

When bliss ebbed enough for her to regain her senses, she found Lokmi shuddering, pressed so she was sandwiched between his and Piras’ solid presences. Her sex continued to clutch the jerking shaft buried in her, milking it in softening but continued spasms of pleasure.

“Sounds good, if quick. I wouldn’t mind an early go,” Kila called from his station by the door.

“Yeah, like the protective Nobek who couldn’t guard his clanmates while we snuck in Dark-infested territory won’t have control issues,” Lokmi muttered in Hope’s ear. He straightened and glared at the silent Piras. “You’d better not have anything to add.”

“No, my Imdiko. Our Matara was well satisfied. It’s all we care about.”

“Damn straight she was.” Lokmi’s gaze swung to Hope and took on an apologetic cast.

“Very satisfied,” she sighed. “No complaints whatsoever.”

“Hello? Kind of lonely here.” Kila’s impatience said his libido was awake and clamoring.

“Asshole. And not the kind I enjoy,” Lokmi sighed for Piras’ and Hope’s ears only. He paused to kiss her and offered a smile of gratitude before stomping toward the door, tucking himself in his pants as he went.

Piras softly chuckled as soon as the Imdiko was out of hearing. “Behave,” Hope warned, but she giggled.

“Of course, my Matara.” His expression was controlled, his head bowed.

Kila stepped around the shelving and into view. “This is a nice view,” the Nobek growled as he looked her over. His hands swept her front and along her inner thighs. “Well-fucked woman who’s ready for more.”

“Emphasis on the well-fucked,” Lokmi called.

“Prophets, I thought we were being quiet in case they can hear us up front,” Hope complained, pretending Kila’s wandering hands weren’t re-igniting her excitement.

“If your yelling is considered ‘quiet,’ I’ll offer my leg to a Tragoom for a snack,” Kila snorted.

“Damn it.” If the Beonid woman sneered at her later because she’d heard...

“I stood at the door and heard nothing from the shop the whole time. Judging from the thickness I noted of it and the walls when we first came in, I’d say your lovely screams of ecstasy are safely kept from the ears of strangers.

Elcoger would be a fool to keep refugees in here and not soundproof the area. ”

“Do you think he did?” Hope relaxed and let Kila’s exploration lull her to gentle arousal.

“Mmm-hmm.” His lips and tongue joined his hands in mapping her. “My beauty...” kiss “ ...can proclaim...” lick “ ...her enjoyment...” nip “ ...as loudly...” kiss “ ...as she wishes.”

He reached her breast and sucked it deep in his maw.

His tongue rubbed her engorged nipple. At the same instant, he stroked her clit.

Hope cried out and strained in Piras’ grasp.

All at once, she was aroused as if Lokmi hadn’t brought her gratification minutes prior.

She tangled Kila’s coarse waves in her fingers, writhing.

He half-growled, half-chuckled as he refused to surrender his mouthful. His teeth scraped her small mound, leaving red streaks. There was no pain, only erotic heat. She clutched him close, demanding more.

He started to move back, ignoring her desperate pull on his hair. Then he surged against her again, opening his mouth wide to encompass her breast. She felt the stabs of his fangs in the tender flesh and yelped, but she didn’t push him away.

It seemed seconds later the first curls of a dreamy euphoria began to saturate her brain. The careful friction of his strokes on her clit grew profound, and her hips rocked to gain extra contact. He didn’t stop her, but he controlled the pressure to tease her.