Page 41 of Advance and Retreat (Dark Empire #6)

They kept her close for some time. There was no relief in sight from the constant arousal.

They seemed to bask in her moans, in her trembling, in her attempts to move to escape or rub her throbbing clit on anything to bring her to orgasm.

She was submerged in the ecstasy-agony of being held helpless, of the constant erotic attention to her breasts, in the myriad carnal torments to her pussy and clit.

Her inability to work her will against her tireless captors merely fed her libido.

The tongue licking her sex was never left begging for her honeyed passion.

Minutes of the vibrator and tongue fucking her and the hateful circling around her swollen clit were interspersed between the shuddering toy applied directly to her most sensitive flesh.

Time and again, she was brought to the brink of orgasm, just to be cruelly denied.

She wailed. She cursed. She struggled. She threatened.

She might as well have saved her strength and breath for all the good it did her.

At last, she had one option left, her least favorite. Pride was no match for her clamoring pussy’s pleas, however.

Hating how her voice broke but unable to help it, she begged. “Please, let me come. I want to come for you so bad.”

The leader straightened to gaze at her, though he continued to slowly fuck her with the vibrator, its rapacious hum antagonizing her desperation. Did he hear the anguish in her tone? Would an alien recognize her acquiescence?

To her indescribable relief, it seemed he did.

He opened the crotch of his tight black pants, freeing two heavy, erect cocks, slick and shiny.

Toni thought she should be frightened by what his inhuman appendages meant, but she was too aroused and too intoxicated by his bite to care about anything but his ability to give her climax.

“Yes,” she panted, straining toward him. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He took the vibrator away. His hips moved so his lengths nudged her where she hungered. He adjusted them, lining them up to enter. The following moment’s pause felt like a lifetime, while she strained to take him in.

He set the vibrator on her clit. At the same instant, he thrust deep, filling her.

Glorious hurt and devastating rapture thundered through her. Chaos tore her senses apart, heaving and battering her. There was no end to it as his driving cocks and the insistent vibrator fed her continuous ecstasy. Not until he shouted, and heat pulsed from his loins to hers.

Toni quaked in the aftermath as the three men petted her and murmured in their own language. She couldn’t remember ever coming so hard. She was limp as they settled her between them on the floor.

Though she was wasted in the aftermath, the touches of the two who had yet to fuck her were lingering.

Demanding, even. The big, handsome thug knelt and pulled her on his livid lap, so her back was to his chest and her legs straddled wide around his tree-trunk thighs.

A beefy arm held her arms bent to her chest, keeping her prisoner.

His thick fingers played with her clit, stroking and rubbing the acutely sensitive nub.

She whimpered as ticklish pleasure responded to his rough caresses.

How could she still be aroused after the orgasm that had left her feeling hollow?

What strange hold did these men from another world have over her?

Toni was bemused to find she was still caught up in the fantasy of being ravished by alien strangers. Hadn’t she had enough? Apparently not, since her sex throbbed renewed yearning in reaction to their attention.

The leader drew apart and reclined so he rested at the opposite end of the sofa. He smiled lazily at her and his companions. He spoke in his language, his tone commanding. For her or the other two?

The brute at her back lifted slightly, giving him room to open his trousers. The feeling of hot, masculine strength determined to invade her fluttered Toni’s heart.

The leader motioned to the smallest of them. Grinning, the delicious creature rose from the couch and stood next to her. He too released his shafts. Their enticing scent brought a spasm from her womanhood. Was he so sure of her that he’d risk putting them between her teeth?

The brute behind her struck, biting her as she weighed how the scene they’d set would play out, robbing her of the ability to overthink it. In seconds, sensuous intoxication made her eager to taste her alien conquerors until they were satisfied.

Spicy-sweet flesh of the handsome one’s larger cock filled her mouth, taking his subdued prize.

The brute shifted, simultaneously releasing the bite and settling her entrances on the tapered tips of his hungry lengths.

He entered her slowly. The rational part of Toni’s mind knew his intent was to be careful.

The part indulging in passionate pretense imagined his leisure was to enhance his enjoyment of the prisoner.

Ass, pussy, and mouth were filled and fucked.

Her vision was filled by the lower abdomen of the man sinking his heat between her lips.

She sensed they watched her take him, saw how her throat bobbed when she swallowed the juices making him slick.

She moaned her delight of his flavor, of the aching thicknesses reaming her ass and cunt, of the fingers rubbing her clit to make her clench on the brute.

Excitement, which hadn’t been allowed to fade in the wake of her violent climax, was building quickly again.

A saltier spurt splashed her tongue. Handsome was getting close.

His breathing had grown louder, and his shaft twitched as he sent more pre-cum down her throat.

The idea of being compelled to swallow his seed heightened the thrill of her profane encounter with alien men.

Of its own volition, her tongue stroked the underside of his cock, where the big vein drummed.

Handsome’s breath caught, then came out in a growl.

He fed her faster and deeper. She choked on him. He cried out and pushed in farther.

Thick jets of cum shot to the back of her tongue and slipped down her throat. She strained in momentary panic, then forced herself to relax and hold her breath. He came hard, twitching and jerking until he was empty.

Toni had a moment to draw a lungful of air when he retreated. He left the tip of his cock in her mouth for her to suckle the last few drops of passion as they recovered.

Then, mayhem.

Brute had been fucking her the entire time, his thrusts growing more powerful. He’d continued stroking her clit, until she was spasming nonstop as orgasm closed in.

No sooner had Handsome retreated from her seeking lips...she really wanted to keep sucking his cock, depleted or not...when a familiar hum shivered the air.

Through a misted gaze, she saw the alien leader lean close. He pressed the vibrator to her clit, imprisoned by Brute’s stroking fingers.

Climax crashed instantly. Through the thunder of her pulse, she heard Brute bellow, but all else was lost in the tumult of a second crescendo, then a third as the throbbing device remained between her legs, draining her of every mote of bliss she possessed.

Once her sanity was able to reassert itself, she found herself curled in the center of Imon, Feru, and Wovir, who’d gathered in a circle on the floor where everyone could fit easily. They blinked at her while wearing sleepy smiles, like cats satisfied by bowls of cream.

Imon nuzzled his cheek against her breast. “I hope you didn’t mind us speaking in our own language during the fun. I thought it might be exciting for you if you didn’t know what we’d do next.”

She chuckled. “I was enjoying a fantasy. Your speaking Kalquorian helped it along.”

“A fantasy? How exciting. Can we hear the details?”

“Shipwrecked woman on a strange planet, coming upon alien men who capture and ravish her.” Toni shook her head, but she was strangely unembarrassed to admit her flight of fancy.

“Oh, I like that,” Wovir rumbled. “Wish I’d known. Roleplaying is fun.”

Imon’s face lit. “Then you’ll love my latest project. I’ve been working on a three-dimensional holographic environment. When it’s ready, we could give ourselves a similar scene to what Toni described.”

“Don’t the ground troops use such a system for training scenarios?”

“I want to upgrade it to be more interactive and add applications for recreational use. Including virtual characters.”

“You mean for sex,” Wovir chortled.

“Isn’t that what I said?”

“Are we talking about holographic beings we can talk and...um...interact with?” Feru glanced at Toni. “I prefer real people, thanks.”

“Oh, the program people would be for those who are far less lucky than those of us who’ve found excellent real-life company.” Imon grinned at Toni. “But imagine the settings and toys we could conjure if I succeed in making it fully interactive.”

“I volunteer as an experimental subject for your environment program,” Wovir said. “In fact, I insist you use me to test it.”

“I was going to depend on all of you participating. It’s for science and the betterment of civilization, after all.”

“Sex environments for science?” Feru guffawed.

“Cutting edge, my skeptical Imdiko.” The Dramok’s mischievous smirk morphed into his most charming smile for Toni. “Aren’t you glad you signed on for this expedition?”

She certainly was.

* * * *

K alquor

Mereta stood alongside Kalquor’s Imperial Clan, surveying the dignitaries who’d come from worlds currently and once members of the Galactic Council.

Though his spirit was unruffled by both favorable and unfavorable circumstances alike, the part of him born of the physical world registered a sense of awe at the hundreds of species who’d dared much to come hear him speak.

Especially those resistance fighters who’d run gauntlets set in place by their Dark-overrun governments and leaders.

So many were in attendance, the Government House hadn’t been able to assign a space for the speech and meetings to follow.

A sports arena capable of holding tens of thousands had been tapped for the summit by the Imperial Clan and Royal Council.

Not only was the empire’s government on hand along with their alien guests, but each territory’s, district’s, and colony’s representatives also attended.

The heads of the military were present. There weren’t tens of thousands of leaders of the empire and beyond in person, but the space was well occupied, nonetheless.

Thanks to the numerous vid drones and reporters who’d congregated, the galactic audience would be in uncalculated numbers.

Kalquor’s leaders hoped the message would reach even those most Dark-infected places, Jedver included.

As a deep tone sounded in the arena, the quiet thunder of multitudinous conversations ceased. The silence was deafening, barely broken by the shuffling of the various entities settling in to listen.

Into this hush spoke Emperor Clajak, who stood before those gathered to address the cosmos.

“In the worst of times, we welcome every glimmer of hope that dispels the darkness around us. Today, more than a glimmer shines, as a beacon has been lit thanks to the safe return of our kinsman, spiritual master, and the man you elected to be leader of the Galactic Council of Planets. Neighbors and allies, with greatest gratitude, I give you Secretary-General Mereta.”

A roar of approval filled the arena as Mereta stepped forward. He bowed in respect, reflecting he was but a mere man whose presence was owed to luck and the incredible bravery of those who deserved the accolades given him.

He held up his hands to quiet the crowd. They weren’t eager to concede. Even the Imperial Clan and Royal Council wouldn’t relent, their faces shining in rare accord. His being there was a symbol of the All’s fallibility, and they celebrated his redemption.

He gave them another minute before trying again. It took two additional attempts until they had applauded their hands into submission and their throats had wearied of triumph. At last, he could address them.

“My friends, I have a story to tell you. It isn’t a pleasant story.

It’s a tale of anguish and horror, of which you’ve all had a taste.

Some of you have had more than a taste. You’ve been forced to swallow a repast of vile poison.

I wish I could guarantee you a happy ending to my account.

However, the ending hasn’t been written.

A joyful conclusion to our current problem isn’t assured. ”

Despite the somber beginning, which had brought worry flickering to those myriad faces gazing at him, serenity enveloped Mereta.

It had been vital to remind them trials were yet to come.

Now wasn’t the time for giddiness, not if these beautiful souls were to continue to remain strong ahead of the oncoming storms. While none would be truly lost in the embrace of death, as his beliefs insisted they wouldn’t, it was important they fight on.

It was necessary they stand for right to the potentially bitter end, no matter how the All worked to destroy them.

He allowed a serene smile to warm his features, for the reassurance of victory to shine forth, though their triumph might come after the grave.

“What is assured is our commitment to life as we were meant to live it. What is assured is our commitment to hold firm against that which would tear us down. What is assured is our commitment to each other, to protect and aid and shelter our neighbors against our common enemy. We will not break. We will not surrender. Win or lose, we will endure.”

His audience rose to their feet, shouting their solidarity in one deafening voice.