Fic: Woven Memories - Awakening 5/5 (this part Het)
Title: Woven Memories - Awakening 5/5
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban, The Chronicles of Riddick
Series Rating: NC17
Series Pairing: Vaako/OMC, others; this chapter Vaako/OFC
Series Warning: Slash, Het; this chapter Het
Feedback: Yes please
Beta: lady__vaako
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! Never happened. All lies from a troubled mind. Do not own Vaako or any characters from the COR universe. Other characters are a figment of a vivid imagination, any similarity to persons real or fictitious is merely incidental. No money made from this fantasy.
A/N: Much thanks must go to the ever patient Lady Vaako. Without her encouragement, gifts of love and spankings, this may never have seen the light of day.
Prior Braids are here:
All Woven Memories archived at Urban Reveries and Bébé Vaako created with love by lady__vaako
Vaako’s neck arched as his building orgasm raced through his body. ‘Come, come, need to come’echoed in his mind. His tormentor’s hand again squeezed the flesh behind the ring around his cock and balls. He grunted when the external pressure lessened the impending release. It felt like it had been days since he’d last been allowed to come.
He should have been drained completely after last night in Pe’thay’s bed, being sucked or wanked off over and over. The minute Vaako entered the society’s secret chamber his cock had hardened instantly. The figures on the sensual murals seemed to writhe against each other in the room’s candle glow. Three nubile converts, dressed in revealing gauzy shifts, lay with skin glistening next to the central hydro pool. The smallest one rose slowly and led him to a private changing and shower room. At risk of creaming his pants, Vaako remained silent as she helped him out of his clothing. Every move she made either brushed against a sensitive spot, or gave him glimpses of her golden flesh beneath the sheer covering. Her eyes twinkling in amusement, she giggled at his erection standing at attention. “Now luv, how am I going to get this around that sizable rod?” She waved the cock ring Pe’thay had told him about. Taking pity on his unease, she urged him to take matters into his own hands.
His painfully hard cock held loosely in one fist, Vaako began to turn away. The dark-haired girl stayed him by placing her small hands on his hips as she sank to her knees. She ran her tongue around the head before letting the first few inches of his arousal past full ruby lips. She sucked and laved the length, her chocolate brown eyes watching his green ones darken and glaze. Vaako’s hands scrabbled against the cool tiles behind him to remain upright. It didn’t take long before she was swallowing his release. She gave him a playful smile as she stood. Like a cat lapping up the last of the cream, her pink tongue made a circuit of her lips capturing every last drop.
As another set of lips now trailed over his collarbone, Vaako still wasn’t sure how she’d gotten him into the device and into his current predicament. His cock had filled again and stood to prominent display within the confines of the ring whilst he was escorted to the main pool. Before his senses began to overload from the numerous soapy hands sliding over his body, the youth remembered growling a warning when one tried to unweave his braids. That’s when events began to get fuzzier. Strategically placed jets were designed to trigger every nerve center. A fleeting thought crossed Vaako’s mind that a breeder would die from the over stimulation. Perhaps only the newly converted could withstand the intense pleasure. The warmth of the steamy pool hazing the room’s glow more. The girls’ curvaceous forms glided in an erotic dance as they knelt at the edge to wash him from head to toe. The thin shifts becoming transparent when dampened from their work. Dusky nipples tautened to hard points, full breasts swaying with each movement, and triangles of curls leading to the place where his shaft desperately wanted to be.
He’d have shot his load a number of times without the restraint binding him so tight. Reading something in his body or eyes when he thought he could come through the blasted thing, the dark-haired imp reached beneath the water to pinch hard at the base of his cock. His erection wilting some as Vaako lurched grunting his frustration, the movement nearly toppled the vixen into the pool. She gave him another pinch for good measure, her chocolate eyes dancing with an inner sparkle. He was surprised to find his legs wobbled when they later helped him from the water. A loose collar was placed around his neck while they dried him, the significance not yet apparent.
Helped to lay face-first on a near chaise, his next torture was enduring fragrant oil being massaged into his over sensitized skin. Sgt. Thor’s spouse chose that moment to enter. The two fair-skinned girls rushed to the auburn-haired woman’s side, and Vaako groaned as he watched the voluptuous beauty deeply kiss and fondle both. That’s when he realized the collar triggered a low-grade grav plate imbedded in the chaise beneath him. The little imp still massaging down his spine chuckled as he grunted and protested the further restraint. Only with great effort could he lift any part of himself from the couch. His hips had cleared the surface a few inches when one finger trailed over his ass to briefly tease along the crease.
The outburst drew the attention of the others. “Now love, the devise is only an aide.” The older woman purred, sauntering over and directing the girls to turn Vaako onto his back. His body felt so heavy and he could do no more than growl as he was easily flipped. “We want you to learn how to pleasure a woman, before you become an active participant.” She continued before turning her attention to the smallest girl.
“And you, my child… Do I not warrant even a kiss? Or have you been taking liberties again?” She asked, as the dark beauty now bashfully lowered her gaze. Vaako managed a smirk at the little imp’s discomfort before the sensual assault of oil and warm hands began again.
Green eyes glazed and nearly black with heightened desire, Vaako watched more female members arrive. By the way the others deferred to the curvaceous red-head -including a few recognizable Dames of highly placed civilians-, it appeared Necro hierarchy had no bearing within the secret society.
One by one the women petted, plucked, stroked his heated flesh. Crawling and leaning over him they would draw near, only to move away if he tried to pull up against the gravity field. He could not touch nor taste, but fucking hell, the sight and unique smell of each reduced Vaako to base need, capable of only guttural sounds. His chocolate-eyed minx played with their bodies, showing him how to pleasure each woman with hands, lips, tongue. Her small hands squeezed fleshy globes, plucking the nipples to hard buds. Her pink tongue speared and flicked and lapped at the nub nestled above their folds, whilst her fingers wetly stroked within. And always, when each surge of lust and desire built, threatening to allow him to come through the cock ring, she would squeeze or pinch until the sensation lessened.
Semine licked her lips, savoring the flavor of the boy writhing so delightfully on the chaise. She ran a finger again through the pre-come weeping copiously from his rod to puddle on his quivering stomach. Her husband was right: the boy was a delicious addition to the society. Tall and lean, his dark locks such a contrast to the pale flesh. The so responsive nipples, that none of her ladies could resist tweaking or suckling, stood high from his muscled chest. Her eyes follow the trail of dark hair leading to the nest of curls surrounding the tumescent shaft straining for contact with anything. And the full lips he was biting to plump redness to hold back verbal pleas for release.
Her charge, Ayiana, caught her eye silently asking if it was time to proceed. Semine shook her head negatively. The boy was close, but not yet. She smiled to herself at the devilish girl’s antics. She’d brought the latest woman kneeling over Vaako to near climax, but left that one to rise shakily to her feet while Ayiana leant forward to breathe hotly across the boy’s twitching cock.
Settling herself on a near bench, Semine beckoned the other woman to sit on her lap. Whispering praise into the blonde’s ear she draped the other’s legs over her own spread knees and gently stroked the woman to a shuddering release. She gauged Vaako’s reactions waiting for the right moment to release him, while she recalled how the dark minx, Ayiana, came into her care.
It literally was the luck of the draw that brought the girl to the Basilica. An opening for a servant to assist the training officers’ spouses had come up at an inopportune time. Throughout the armada, seasoned assistants were too ensconced in serving the officer’s spouses of the outlying ships, despite the honor of being assigned to the flagship. Recent waves of converts had netted many men to fill the ranks, but few women or men with the necessary skills required for the day to day protocol needed for this level of military rank. Five brand new converts tested similarly and were capable of learning on the fly, so lots were drawn to determine placement. The delightful Ayiana came here. Her equally beautiful sister assigned to a new captain’s spouse on a sarcophagi halfway down the fleet. She never heard where the other three found positions.
Ayiana had settled in amazingly well. Her charm and innate grace soon had even the irascible consort of the placement officer eating out of her palm. Along with organizing military functions she was an asset in coordinating civilian events. The pomp and circumstance surrounding any army seemed doubly so amongst the Faithful. The tenet of a fast and overwhelming conquest and the imagery of the sheer mass that was the Necromonger armada trickled down many levels of Necroism. It may be the might of the Necro soldiers that pushed the Faith forward, but it was the efforts behind the scenes that keep the armada working like a well oiled machine.
The military spouses and consorts had the background and discipline to effectively assist various civilian organizations, often better than their warrior husbands when dealing with the lords acting as the Lord Marshal’s higher advisors. At this mid-military level comprising the induction and training ranks, while their husbands tested, placed and trained new converts to fill the ranks, it fell to the spouses to help their civilian counterparts.
Gleeful laughter brought Semine’s attention to Ayiana. The girl did have quite a sensual presence that she could use to sway anyone, but combined with a natural exuberance, it never came across or was used calculatingly. All she’d had to do earlier when Semine first tasted Vaako within Ayiana’s mouth was bat those gorgeous brown eyes and allow Semine to delve deeper as if to say she was helpless to resist the boy.
As for the sister, though also stunningly beautiful and charming, there was something -an intensity, an ardor- in her dark eyes that always sent a shiver down Semine’s spine. And she never did find out all the details surrounding the girl showing up in the guest suite during the fleet review tour the Commander General took last year.
She had selected an excellent group for Vaako’s initiation, Semine thought as she watched the boy. His eyes had tracked Dame Henness a bit ago. But, as always, quickly turned back to follow every move of another. Her silk robe swirling around her ankles, the auburn-haired woman rose and gathered her ladies around the young man. She sensed the presence of the others beyond the screen, and… Yes, she could feel the one she knew would not be able to stay away from the event.
Vaako had held up remarkably. Not many men could handle the thought of submitting and being seemingly helpless before a group of women. But Semine knew her craft and her ladies. No one was ever forced beyond what they could endure, and the carnal reward often was a deciding factor in playing along. That was also why this part of the initiation was kept away from the other members. Though all had gone through a similar ceremony, the illusion of a private event was preserved.
Semine leant over the boy, brushing her full breasts up his heaving chest until her lush lips hovered over his. “You have done very well luv, thank you…” she breathed, swallowing his lusty grunt as she aligned their lips in a deep kiss. Vaako’s eyes rolled back at the first more than teasing contact in over an hour. Semine silently sent a message to her husband to open the screen and disconnected the gravity field. As she broke the kiss and stood upright she purred, “Welcome Vaako, may every visit to these chambers be as gratifying.”
The opening of the screen and the sights beyond momentarily distracted Vaako from realizing he was no longer held to the chaise. A roar rose from his throat as he sat up to grab his tormenting vixen by the hips. Ayiana’s laughter changed to a moan as Vaako promptly impaled her over his straining erection. One hand grasped the back of her head to silence her with a searing kiss. The feel of her tight wet heat closing over his cock, and the taste of the other ladies, was too much for the youth. The imp barely had time to release the catch on the cock ring before he was flooding her core. For long moments he bucked helplessly, shooting jets of come deep into her willing body, whilst their tongues tangled and danced within each other’s mouths.
Vaako growled again when the imp tried to nip at his tongue. No longer at her mercy, he yanked her head back and lowered his mouth to run a trail of biting kisses from her neck to shoulder. His shaft still twitched within her channel, and began to fill anew as the taste of her cinnamon flesh burst upon his tongue. Leaning her further back brought her full breasts closer to his descending mouth. Her inner walls contracted around his growing arousal when he first bit then laved one taut bud. The imp writhed and moaned in his arms and rocked her hips, encouraging him to move. Green eyes snapping hotly, Vaako released her thick hair and grasped her hips in a firm hold, “No, I’m in control now luv,” the endearment delivered sarcastically. He ran his thumbs down the crease at the top of her thighs, brushing teasingly close to the hidden bud. His voice lowered to a raspy purr, “Shall we see how long you can stay on the edge of coming?”
The girl moaned again, her small hands clenched on Vaako’s arms, trying to get some friction from the growing shaft still sheathed within her or the thumbs teasing so close to her clit. Vaako gave her a feral grin as he controlled their movements. Slow and steady, he rocked their hips together, determined to make the little minx wait for completion. Now groaning, her head was thrown back as her back arched, the long black locks just brushing his thighs. He again lowered his lips to nip and suckle each pert nipple in turn.
Semine glanced around the chamber as she approached her husband. A number of her ladies had already joined their spouses or partners. An indulgent smile quirked one corner of her mouth when she caught sight of Irgun: he already had a bevy of younger members sprawled around him on a pallet. From the blissful looks of some, he must have started his evening’s entertainment as soon as he arrived. Looking to the shadows she could just make out the rapt green gaze and flash of a lip-lick from the one member she missed the most. Even without her heightened senses, the intensity and hunger wafting off the man was palpable. Her sultry smile widened as she knelt at Thor’s feet. “I see you managed to talk him into attending. Good work husband.” She slanted her eyes to the far corner.
The training sergeant snorted a laugh, “Can’t take credit this time, my love. Found ‘im pacing the corridor as soon as you left to gather your ladies.” He carded his fingers through her auburn tresses, while bringing her face up to his for a kiss. “How did you know our sweet Ayiana would be the right one?” Thor’s soft voice lowered to a nasal purr as he peeled his wife’s sheer robe from her shoulders.
Semine shivered when her husband’s callused hands cupped her generous breasts, the thumbs sweeping over nipples puckering to painful hardness. “After the glimpse of the boy the other day and seeing what an effect he had on…” her voice hitched when Thor rolled one nub between a thumb and finger. As aroused as she’d been with the boy, just one touch from her mate stole her breath. One hand reached for the erection tenting the front of the wrap draped low on his hips. She leant in to run the other across the crisp hair of his chest.
Thor chuckled, brushing her fingers away. He turned her easily and pulled her onto his lap. “Watch a bit. Look at the contrast of their skin flowing over each other. Reminds me of when the two of you play in our bed. Her dark sweetness against your creamy flesh,” He breathed into one ear. “He thinks he has the upper hand,” the lobe is suckled, “I know that smile on her face, wait now,” his hand lowered to Semine’s wet heat and plunges inside as a roar is heard from the central chaise. “Ahh, she’s clamping down, as you’re now doing to me, my love.” They both breathe heavily as Semine flexed her inner muscles rhythmically on his fingers. “She’s milking him again.” Thor increased his pace within and stroking her clit with his thumb. “Come for me Love. Drench me with your sweet honey, as Vaako is drenching our girl.” Thor rasped in her ear. Semine shuddered, capable only of guttural moans as her climax built. “He must taste like an exotic cat. Ah my love, you should see what a predator he is. His long form moving with a quiet grace, green eyes always alert, often sensing approaching danger long before anyone else in his squad.” Semine’s eyes closed, not envisioning the young Necro on patrol, but padding through a forest, his breath chuffing softly as he scented his prey. Sinking further into the fantasy of the barely clothed youth stalking his desired female, her husband’s words retreated to a soft purr. A feral moan from someone in the chamber coming lustily sparked her own orgasm.
Semine collapsed in Thor’s arms, the ridge of his arousal pressed firmly to her backside. Thor brought his wet fingers up to slide them into her mouth, then turned her head for both of them to share her juices in a deep kiss. Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Thor bucked his hard length against Semine, “As much as I want to slip this into your sweet body right now, even I can feel the need flowing from the Old Man.” He licked a path down the slick skin of her neck. “And I know you have missed the times we’ve shared your luscious body,” he whisper-growled.
Vaako raised his head from the exquisite sight of Ayiana knelt before him. What an amazing lover she was. It had been a battle of wills the whole evening. Both giving and taking pleasure in each other’s body. Bringing each to fever need and attaining enthusiastic completion often at the same time. Finally the other two girls from the afternoon joined them and led them to soak in the central pool. That’s when Vaako began taking small glimpses of the other couples and groupings in the chamber. The passionate tableaus enacted throughout the room stirred his blood, and one look into the little imp’s eyes, he knew she felt the same. After the two girls bathed them both, Vaako held the vixen against a particularly forceful jet and reveled in her writhing as she came over and over. Looking back down as she swallowed his shaft, he thought back to the pleasures of the night before in Pe’thay’s bed. Was he making the right decision, binding with his mentor? Would someone like this girl be a better choice? The confusing thoughts scattered when her tongue worked the throbbing vein running the length, and her finger tips grazed along his tightening sac. He threw back his head to release a growl as his climax coiled low in his gut. An answering and familiar groan snapped his head up and eyes open.
Thor had his wife bent over a bench near a dark corner taking her forcefully from behind, as she sucked another’s cock deep in her throat. Vaako had earlier seen the couple in a tight clinch with a figure deep in those shadows. The voluptuous auburn was held close by the other man as her husband thrust slowly into her body. Vaako’s line of sight from the warm tiles surrounding the pool allowed him to see she’d been impaled on both men’s cocks. Now, the shadowed man’s full body shudder brought his eyes upward. They widened in shock when a toss of head flicked blond fringe from the intense green eyes staring into his. Mine! He’s Mine! echoed in the youth’s head as he watched and mimicked a tongue lick to lips he’d tasted just last night. It should be his lips wrapped around Vaako’s cock, or Vaako taking that thick shaft down his throat. His body stilled its rocking into Ayiana’s talented mouth but was unable to stay, flooding her wet heat with his release. His feral growl matching Pe’thay’s as both emptied into the woman before each. Vaako’s green eyes darkened to nearly black with jealousy and desire as they remained locked on the paler green of his soulmate’s.
TBC along another braid of Vaako’s Woven Memories
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban, The Chronicles of Riddick
Series Rating: NC17
Series Pairing: Vaako/OMC, others; this chapter Vaako/OFC
Series Warning: Slash, Het; this chapter Het
Feedback: Yes please
Beta: lady__vaako
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! Never happened. All lies from a troubled mind. Do not own Vaako or any characters from the COR universe. Other characters are a figment of a vivid imagination, any similarity to persons real or fictitious is merely incidental. No money made from this fantasy.
A/N: Much thanks must go to the ever patient Lady Vaako. Without her encouragement, gifts of love and spankings, this may never have seen the light of day.
Prior Braids are here:
All Woven Memories archived at Urban Reveries and Bébé Vaako created with love by lady__vaako
Vaako’s neck arched as his building orgasm raced through his body. ‘Come, come, need to come’echoed in his mind. His tormentor’s hand again squeezed the flesh behind the ring around his cock and balls. He grunted when the external pressure lessened the impending release. It felt like it had been days since he’d last been allowed to come.
He should have been drained completely after last night in Pe’thay’s bed, being sucked or wanked off over and over. The minute Vaako entered the society’s secret chamber his cock had hardened instantly. The figures on the sensual murals seemed to writhe against each other in the room’s candle glow. Three nubile converts, dressed in revealing gauzy shifts, lay with skin glistening next to the central hydro pool. The smallest one rose slowly and led him to a private changing and shower room. At risk of creaming his pants, Vaako remained silent as she helped him out of his clothing. Every move she made either brushed against a sensitive spot, or gave him glimpses of her golden flesh beneath the sheer covering. Her eyes twinkling in amusement, she giggled at his erection standing at attention. “Now luv, how am I going to get this around that sizable rod?” She waved the cock ring Pe’thay had told him about. Taking pity on his unease, she urged him to take matters into his own hands.
His painfully hard cock held loosely in one fist, Vaako began to turn away. The dark-haired girl stayed him by placing her small hands on his hips as she sank to her knees. She ran her tongue around the head before letting the first few inches of his arousal past full ruby lips. She sucked and laved the length, her chocolate brown eyes watching his green ones darken and glaze. Vaako’s hands scrabbled against the cool tiles behind him to remain upright. It didn’t take long before she was swallowing his release. She gave him a playful smile as she stood. Like a cat lapping up the last of the cream, her pink tongue made a circuit of her lips capturing every last drop.
As another set of lips now trailed over his collarbone, Vaako still wasn’t sure how she’d gotten him into the device and into his current predicament. His cock had filled again and stood to prominent display within the confines of the ring whilst he was escorted to the main pool. Before his senses began to overload from the numerous soapy hands sliding over his body, the youth remembered growling a warning when one tried to unweave his braids. That’s when events began to get fuzzier. Strategically placed jets were designed to trigger every nerve center. A fleeting thought crossed Vaako’s mind that a breeder would die from the over stimulation. Perhaps only the newly converted could withstand the intense pleasure. The warmth of the steamy pool hazing the room’s glow more. The girls’ curvaceous forms glided in an erotic dance as they knelt at the edge to wash him from head to toe. The thin shifts becoming transparent when dampened from their work. Dusky nipples tautened to hard points, full breasts swaying with each movement, and triangles of curls leading to the place where his shaft desperately wanted to be.
He’d have shot his load a number of times without the restraint binding him so tight. Reading something in his body or eyes when he thought he could come through the blasted thing, the dark-haired imp reached beneath the water to pinch hard at the base of his cock. His erection wilting some as Vaako lurched grunting his frustration, the movement nearly toppled the vixen into the pool. She gave him another pinch for good measure, her chocolate eyes dancing with an inner sparkle. He was surprised to find his legs wobbled when they later helped him from the water. A loose collar was placed around his neck while they dried him, the significance not yet apparent.
Helped to lay face-first on a near chaise, his next torture was enduring fragrant oil being massaged into his over sensitized skin. Sgt. Thor’s spouse chose that moment to enter. The two fair-skinned girls rushed to the auburn-haired woman’s side, and Vaako groaned as he watched the voluptuous beauty deeply kiss and fondle both. That’s when he realized the collar triggered a low-grade grav plate imbedded in the chaise beneath him. The little imp still massaging down his spine chuckled as he grunted and protested the further restraint. Only with great effort could he lift any part of himself from the couch. His hips had cleared the surface a few inches when one finger trailed over his ass to briefly tease along the crease.
The outburst drew the attention of the others. “Now love, the devise is only an aide.” The older woman purred, sauntering over and directing the girls to turn Vaako onto his back. His body felt so heavy and he could do no more than growl as he was easily flipped. “We want you to learn how to pleasure a woman, before you become an active participant.” She continued before turning her attention to the smallest girl.
“And you, my child… Do I not warrant even a kiss? Or have you been taking liberties again?” She asked, as the dark beauty now bashfully lowered her gaze. Vaako managed a smirk at the little imp’s discomfort before the sensual assault of oil and warm hands began again.
Green eyes glazed and nearly black with heightened desire, Vaako watched more female members arrive. By the way the others deferred to the curvaceous red-head -including a few recognizable Dames of highly placed civilians-, it appeared Necro hierarchy had no bearing within the secret society.
One by one the women petted, plucked, stroked his heated flesh. Crawling and leaning over him they would draw near, only to move away if he tried to pull up against the gravity field. He could not touch nor taste, but fucking hell, the sight and unique smell of each reduced Vaako to base need, capable of only guttural sounds. His chocolate-eyed minx played with their bodies, showing him how to pleasure each woman with hands, lips, tongue. Her small hands squeezed fleshy globes, plucking the nipples to hard buds. Her pink tongue speared and flicked and lapped at the nub nestled above their folds, whilst her fingers wetly stroked within. And always, when each surge of lust and desire built, threatening to allow him to come through the cock ring, she would squeeze or pinch until the sensation lessened.
Semine licked her lips, savoring the flavor of the boy writhing so delightfully on the chaise. She ran a finger again through the pre-come weeping copiously from his rod to puddle on his quivering stomach. Her husband was right: the boy was a delicious addition to the society. Tall and lean, his dark locks such a contrast to the pale flesh. The so responsive nipples, that none of her ladies could resist tweaking or suckling, stood high from his muscled chest. Her eyes follow the trail of dark hair leading to the nest of curls surrounding the tumescent shaft straining for contact with anything. And the full lips he was biting to plump redness to hold back verbal pleas for release.
Her charge, Ayiana, caught her eye silently asking if it was time to proceed. Semine shook her head negatively. The boy was close, but not yet. She smiled to herself at the devilish girl’s antics. She’d brought the latest woman kneeling over Vaako to near climax, but left that one to rise shakily to her feet while Ayiana leant forward to breathe hotly across the boy’s twitching cock.
Settling herself on a near bench, Semine beckoned the other woman to sit on her lap. Whispering praise into the blonde’s ear she draped the other’s legs over her own spread knees and gently stroked the woman to a shuddering release. She gauged Vaako’s reactions waiting for the right moment to release him, while she recalled how the dark minx, Ayiana, came into her care.
It literally was the luck of the draw that brought the girl to the Basilica. An opening for a servant to assist the training officers’ spouses had come up at an inopportune time. Throughout the armada, seasoned assistants were too ensconced in serving the officer’s spouses of the outlying ships, despite the honor of being assigned to the flagship. Recent waves of converts had netted many men to fill the ranks, but few women or men with the necessary skills required for the day to day protocol needed for this level of military rank. Five brand new converts tested similarly and were capable of learning on the fly, so lots were drawn to determine placement. The delightful Ayiana came here. Her equally beautiful sister assigned to a new captain’s spouse on a sarcophagi halfway down the fleet. She never heard where the other three found positions.
Ayiana had settled in amazingly well. Her charm and innate grace soon had even the irascible consort of the placement officer eating out of her palm. Along with organizing military functions she was an asset in coordinating civilian events. The pomp and circumstance surrounding any army seemed doubly so amongst the Faithful. The tenet of a fast and overwhelming conquest and the imagery of the sheer mass that was the Necromonger armada trickled down many levels of Necroism. It may be the might of the Necro soldiers that pushed the Faith forward, but it was the efforts behind the scenes that keep the armada working like a well oiled machine.
The military spouses and consorts had the background and discipline to effectively assist various civilian organizations, often better than their warrior husbands when dealing with the lords acting as the Lord Marshal’s higher advisors. At this mid-military level comprising the induction and training ranks, while their husbands tested, placed and trained new converts to fill the ranks, it fell to the spouses to help their civilian counterparts.
Gleeful laughter brought Semine’s attention to Ayiana. The girl did have quite a sensual presence that she could use to sway anyone, but combined with a natural exuberance, it never came across or was used calculatingly. All she’d had to do earlier when Semine first tasted Vaako within Ayiana’s mouth was bat those gorgeous brown eyes and allow Semine to delve deeper as if to say she was helpless to resist the boy.
As for the sister, though also stunningly beautiful and charming, there was something -an intensity, an ardor- in her dark eyes that always sent a shiver down Semine’s spine. And she never did find out all the details surrounding the girl showing up in the guest suite during the fleet review tour the Commander General took last year.
She had selected an excellent group for Vaako’s initiation, Semine thought as she watched the boy. His eyes had tracked Dame Henness a bit ago. But, as always, quickly turned back to follow every move of another. Her silk robe swirling around her ankles, the auburn-haired woman rose and gathered her ladies around the young man. She sensed the presence of the others beyond the screen, and… Yes, she could feel the one she knew would not be able to stay away from the event.
Vaako had held up remarkably. Not many men could handle the thought of submitting and being seemingly helpless before a group of women. But Semine knew her craft and her ladies. No one was ever forced beyond what they could endure, and the carnal reward often was a deciding factor in playing along. That was also why this part of the initiation was kept away from the other members. Though all had gone through a similar ceremony, the illusion of a private event was preserved.
Semine leant over the boy, brushing her full breasts up his heaving chest until her lush lips hovered over his. “You have done very well luv, thank you…” she breathed, swallowing his lusty grunt as she aligned their lips in a deep kiss. Vaako’s eyes rolled back at the first more than teasing contact in over an hour. Semine silently sent a message to her husband to open the screen and disconnected the gravity field. As she broke the kiss and stood upright she purred, “Welcome Vaako, may every visit to these chambers be as gratifying.”
The opening of the screen and the sights beyond momentarily distracted Vaako from realizing he was no longer held to the chaise. A roar rose from his throat as he sat up to grab his tormenting vixen by the hips. Ayiana’s laughter changed to a moan as Vaako promptly impaled her over his straining erection. One hand grasped the back of her head to silence her with a searing kiss. The feel of her tight wet heat closing over his cock, and the taste of the other ladies, was too much for the youth. The imp barely had time to release the catch on the cock ring before he was flooding her core. For long moments he bucked helplessly, shooting jets of come deep into her willing body, whilst their tongues tangled and danced within each other’s mouths.
Vaako growled again when the imp tried to nip at his tongue. No longer at her mercy, he yanked her head back and lowered his mouth to run a trail of biting kisses from her neck to shoulder. His shaft still twitched within her channel, and began to fill anew as the taste of her cinnamon flesh burst upon his tongue. Leaning her further back brought her full breasts closer to his descending mouth. Her inner walls contracted around his growing arousal when he first bit then laved one taut bud. The imp writhed and moaned in his arms and rocked her hips, encouraging him to move. Green eyes snapping hotly, Vaako released her thick hair and grasped her hips in a firm hold, “No, I’m in control now luv,” the endearment delivered sarcastically. He ran his thumbs down the crease at the top of her thighs, brushing teasingly close to the hidden bud. His voice lowered to a raspy purr, “Shall we see how long you can stay on the edge of coming?”
The girl moaned again, her small hands clenched on Vaako’s arms, trying to get some friction from the growing shaft still sheathed within her or the thumbs teasing so close to her clit. Vaako gave her a feral grin as he controlled their movements. Slow and steady, he rocked their hips together, determined to make the little minx wait for completion. Now groaning, her head was thrown back as her back arched, the long black locks just brushing his thighs. He again lowered his lips to nip and suckle each pert nipple in turn.
Semine glanced around the chamber as she approached her husband. A number of her ladies had already joined their spouses or partners. An indulgent smile quirked one corner of her mouth when she caught sight of Irgun: he already had a bevy of younger members sprawled around him on a pallet. From the blissful looks of some, he must have started his evening’s entertainment as soon as he arrived. Looking to the shadows she could just make out the rapt green gaze and flash of a lip-lick from the one member she missed the most. Even without her heightened senses, the intensity and hunger wafting off the man was palpable. Her sultry smile widened as she knelt at Thor’s feet. “I see you managed to talk him into attending. Good work husband.” She slanted her eyes to the far corner.
The training sergeant snorted a laugh, “Can’t take credit this time, my love. Found ‘im pacing the corridor as soon as you left to gather your ladies.” He carded his fingers through her auburn tresses, while bringing her face up to his for a kiss. “How did you know our sweet Ayiana would be the right one?” Thor’s soft voice lowered to a nasal purr as he peeled his wife’s sheer robe from her shoulders.
Semine shivered when her husband’s callused hands cupped her generous breasts, the thumbs sweeping over nipples puckering to painful hardness. “After the glimpse of the boy the other day and seeing what an effect he had on…” her voice hitched when Thor rolled one nub between a thumb and finger. As aroused as she’d been with the boy, just one touch from her mate stole her breath. One hand reached for the erection tenting the front of the wrap draped low on his hips. She leant in to run the other across the crisp hair of his chest.
Thor chuckled, brushing her fingers away. He turned her easily and pulled her onto his lap. “Watch a bit. Look at the contrast of their skin flowing over each other. Reminds me of when the two of you play in our bed. Her dark sweetness against your creamy flesh,” He breathed into one ear. “He thinks he has the upper hand,” the lobe is suckled, “I know that smile on her face, wait now,” his hand lowered to Semine’s wet heat and plunges inside as a roar is heard from the central chaise. “Ahh, she’s clamping down, as you’re now doing to me, my love.” They both breathe heavily as Semine flexed her inner muscles rhythmically on his fingers. “She’s milking him again.” Thor increased his pace within and stroking her clit with his thumb. “Come for me Love. Drench me with your sweet honey, as Vaako is drenching our girl.” Thor rasped in her ear. Semine shuddered, capable only of guttural moans as her climax built. “He must taste like an exotic cat. Ah my love, you should see what a predator he is. His long form moving with a quiet grace, green eyes always alert, often sensing approaching danger long before anyone else in his squad.” Semine’s eyes closed, not envisioning the young Necro on patrol, but padding through a forest, his breath chuffing softly as he scented his prey. Sinking further into the fantasy of the barely clothed youth stalking his desired female, her husband’s words retreated to a soft purr. A feral moan from someone in the chamber coming lustily sparked her own orgasm.
Semine collapsed in Thor’s arms, the ridge of his arousal pressed firmly to her backside. Thor brought his wet fingers up to slide them into her mouth, then turned her head for both of them to share her juices in a deep kiss. Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Thor bucked his hard length against Semine, “As much as I want to slip this into your sweet body right now, even I can feel the need flowing from the Old Man.” He licked a path down the slick skin of her neck. “And I know you have missed the times we’ve shared your luscious body,” he whisper-growled.
Vaako raised his head from the exquisite sight of Ayiana knelt before him. What an amazing lover she was. It had been a battle of wills the whole evening. Both giving and taking pleasure in each other’s body. Bringing each to fever need and attaining enthusiastic completion often at the same time. Finally the other two girls from the afternoon joined them and led them to soak in the central pool. That’s when Vaako began taking small glimpses of the other couples and groupings in the chamber. The passionate tableaus enacted throughout the room stirred his blood, and one look into the little imp’s eyes, he knew she felt the same. After the two girls bathed them both, Vaako held the vixen against a particularly forceful jet and reveled in her writhing as she came over and over. Looking back down as she swallowed his shaft, he thought back to the pleasures of the night before in Pe’thay’s bed. Was he making the right decision, binding with his mentor? Would someone like this girl be a better choice? The confusing thoughts scattered when her tongue worked the throbbing vein running the length, and her finger tips grazed along his tightening sac. He threw back his head to release a growl as his climax coiled low in his gut. An answering and familiar groan snapped his head up and eyes open.
Thor had his wife bent over a bench near a dark corner taking her forcefully from behind, as she sucked another’s cock deep in her throat. Vaako had earlier seen the couple in a tight clinch with a figure deep in those shadows. The voluptuous auburn was held close by the other man as her husband thrust slowly into her body. Vaako’s line of sight from the warm tiles surrounding the pool allowed him to see she’d been impaled on both men’s cocks. Now, the shadowed man’s full body shudder brought his eyes upward. They widened in shock when a toss of head flicked blond fringe from the intense green eyes staring into his. Mine! He’s Mine! echoed in the youth’s head as he watched and mimicked a tongue lick to lips he’d tasted just last night. It should be his lips wrapped around Vaako’s cock, or Vaako taking that thick shaft down his throat. His body stilled its rocking into Ayiana’s talented mouth but was unable to stay, flooding her wet heat with his release. His feral growl matching Pe’thay’s as both emptied into the woman before each. Vaako’s green eyes darkened to nearly black with jealousy and desire as they remained locked on the paler green of his soulmate’s.
TBC along another braid of Vaako’s Woven Memories