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ring her shirt and jacket. My original paramour turned around and straddled me facing the other way, for which I was grateful. She even reached down and held herself open, giving me much better reach of her clitoris.
I licked and nibbled her cunt, trying to give my all to her, and she apparently found my talents acceptable, because she was very soon coming in loud, shaking orgasms. She allowed me to lick her to four orgasms, all coming in a row. The Tindal over my cock was determined to not let me forget about her, and began to slide insistently up and down, sighing each time as I began to thrust my hips upward. She and I developed a rhythm that became easier as we went on, my cock sliding into her and then back out. My captor backed away a little from my head, but still blocked my view of the other, who may have been P'nyssa, for all I saw of her.
My cock surged and tightened, and then finally, I came in a scream, pushing up into her, trying to get deeper, be engulfed by her.
The one sitting on my chest, the original, put her mittens over my eyes, and the other got up and left, slowly and calmly, as if she had all the time in the world. Then the one left got off of me, leaned over and whispered, "When I leave, take off your shirt and turn over onto your belly. Close your eyes. If you're tired, take a nap." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, then picked up her clothes and left, as unhurried as her friend.
When she left, I got out of bed, stretched, and decided that it was worth it to find out what was going on. I removed my shirt, pulled down the covers and lay on my stomach, like she'd asked. The room was comfortably warm, and I decided against crawling under the covers. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I kept thinking about my captor; who was she? And, damnit, I felt like I should know who she was. Eventually, I did fall asleep.
I was awoken by the feeling of warm, strong mittens on my back. The mittens were vaguely oiled, and the person astride my buttocks proved to be an experienced masseuse. I lay there, enraptured by the warm sensations of the massage as my unknown benefactor slowly rubbed my neck and shoulders, working out the few kinks I had. I groaned as the relaxation reached my brain, filling me with that sense of well-being. I trusted her, whoever she was. "Thank you," I said quietly.
"Your welcome," said the masseur. My eyes popped open, but I saw nothing; the room was pitch black. That was a male voice. However dark it was, I was still tempted to turn around and look, but I decided finally that that wasn't going to be helpful, and lay still where I was. He leaned down and whispered into my ears, "You know what I'm going to do when I'm finished with this rub? I'm going to take the oil and oil myself up and then I'm going to fuck you, Shardik. How does that sound?" His voice was achingly familiar.
I groaned. "Go ahead," I whispered. "Everyone else seems determined to do that tonight."
He chuckled. His strong mitts continued to loosen my back, and as he spread the oil over my buttocks my excitement returned. He was professional in his massage, however, leaving my butt when he was done to caress my legs, the backs of my knees, and my feet. As he did my feet I sighed again, really enjoying his work.
He let my foot drop to the bed. From the smell I'd guess I was still in the same room; the bed had the scent of sex and velvet. He never lost touch of me and I lay with my head on the pillow, eyes closed, waiting.
He straddled my legs, and I felt the furred back of his mitten against the crease of my butt and I could tell he was oiling his cock, stroking it to a full erection. "Ready?" He asked.
"Yessss," I whispered. I felt the head of his cock nudge between my buttocks, searching. His other mitten reached under us to feel for my asshole, and the two came together. He pressed his weight ever-so- slightly, and I let him in, I let my ass give way. He sank into me, my asshole expanding and then closing as the head slid by, feeling the silky length of his dick slide past my opening and fill my rectum. I closed my eyes and joyfully felt the weight of his hips crushing my buttocks, his legs moving between mine, spreading them. He supported himself on his tens. He slowly withdrew, and the feeling was mind- blowing. Then back. I don't know if I had an erection, and I didn't care. I just wanted to be under him, to be his.
He grunted as he fucked me, my ass taking his all. He began to go harder, and I responded. "Yes," I said. "Just like that."
He laughed, and slowed down. "I want to make this last," he said. He wasn't being gentle, just slow, jabbing into me with every thrust. It was wonderful as he fucked me. He lowered himself, his chest against my back, his breath against my neck. He pressed his forehead against the back of my neck and laughed quietly. His mitts wrapped around my shoulders. He began to speed up, his breathing in time with his hips, and he began to slam against me, harder and harder. It was wonderful; I wasn't going to come, but it may as well have been me. I was wrapped up with him, and his cock stroked my guts, my insides, and when he finally came I shouted in joy with him.
He rolled off of me and the edge of the bed, standing. I no longer felt him against me, until he leaned over and said "There's one more coming." He kissed my back, making the muscles tense up again slightly, and then he left.
I waited, and the time went by slowly. I wondered if I was up to whatever was next. My ass twitched wonderfully in response to the ravishing from the male Tindal. I smiled.
The door opened and the last one was female. She was dressed as the others, in the white denim and leather, gloves and mask. She walked in and over to me. As she closed the door, the candles lit by themselves. Nice theatrics, I said to myself. She stood in front of me, looking as delicious as the others, and said "Are you up to one more?" Her voice flooded my memories, and it all came back to me. I laughed aloud. I know who you are, I know who you are, sing-songed through my head as I looked at her. I know who you all are. I laughed aloud. Wait a second, there's one missing. Maybe I'll find out later.
"What's so funny?" she asked me.
"That's a funny question," I replied. "Of course I'm up for one more."
"Then help me with my clothes," she said, holding her tens out. I reached for her cufflinks and removed them, while the hand she had free opened her shirt. I slid the soft jacket off her shoulders, and she sat on the bed, topless. I scooted further onto the bed, and she joined me, and I reached down for her boots. I pulled off the left boot and took her foot by the ankle, lifting it to my mouth. I gently kissed her big toe, then moved on to the other, shorter and broader small toe. I licked both with my tongue, enjoying the taste of sweat on her pads and in her blue fur, running back down along the arch to her heel, tickling her.
She laughed and squirmed to my touch, and I shifted feet, taking off the other boot and licking that one as well. She giggled and rolled on the bed, and I made my way up her calf, nipping and biting. It's hard to lick furries, since I get all that hair on my tongue, but she seemed to like my biting, especially when I turned over and got under her knee.
She sighed as I reached her cunt and with my right hand idly brushed the fur out of the way, exposing her pink flesh. This time it was my control, and I was determined to enjoy it. I love eating cunt, and she was sweet as I probed the first time, thrusting my tongue into her vulva and parting her lips, sucking her outer lips into my mouth. I was being rather rough, but she seemed to be enjoying it, and I decided not to change tactics. I spread her lips with my hands and dove in, surrounding her clit with my lips and licking directly, hard. She moaned a soft, "Yes, just like that," and I nodded an enthusiastic little nod. I sometimes dipped my tongue into her cunt, just to taste her sweet juices, but always came back to her clit, licking with a varying rhythm that just kept getting harder and harder. She ran her mitts over my head, and she came in a wonderfully noisy orgasm.
"You liked that," I said.
She nodded and said, "Let's see what I can do to you," coaxing me back onto my back and taking position over me, taking my cock into her mitts and leaning over to take me into her mouth. She was talented, taking my cock deep into her mouth and sucking hard. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her ministrating to me. She suckled my cock, keeping me hard, but oddly never really getting me much closer to orgasm
There was a sudden rush of cold air over my cock and balls, and I opened my eyes. She had stopped, and said, "I want you to make love to me, Ken."
She crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed and, facing away from me, took each of the posts in her mitts, holding herself up in a semi-leaning position. She turned her head towards me and through her mask the yellow eyes seemed to twinkle a little. "Take me," she said.
Encouragement I did not need. I came up behind her, on my knees as well, and aimed my cock, wet and slick with her saliva, at her cunt. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, sliding into her as her hips joined mine.
My cock drove deep, and she moaned as I fucked her. I used my arms and my hips, pushing her away, then driving back deep into her, pulling her towards me. I looked down, watching my cock driving in and out of her cunt, the pink lips and blue fur and wine bedsheets all blurring in a chiariscuro of sex, and my cock responded to all the stimuli, becoming harder as I drove in and out of her. "That's it, take me," she said again, louder. "Fuck me Ken!" she shouted as I pounded her, slamming against her buttocks. The bed creaked as the force of my ecstatic blows was absorbed through her body by the bedposts.
I could feel my orgasm building, and she said, "Fuck me, come for me, come on for me," and I screamed as my body exploded in orgasm, every vestige of self control lost, every last ounce of strength flowing out of me. I sighed, dropped my head in exhaustion, and fell back onto the bed. I watched her sag against the footboard, but then she raised her head high and turned to smile at me. She crawled over to me, kissed me on the forehead and said, coyly, "The unmasking is in half an hour. Don't fall asleep!" She laughed, crawled off the bed, and like my previous lovers, left.
I lay there for a few minutes, then groaned to myself as I got up. There was a glass of cold water on the bedstand, and I drank it down, completely ignoring the question of where it had come from. It cooled my parched throat and I could feel the cold water as it shocked it's way down to my stomach. I felt… refreshed. I went into the garderobe, glad to see it was pretty standard, relieved myself and combed my hair back into place. I dressed and realized… nobody had ever taken my mask off. I'd had it on all this time? I don't remember… Wow, talk about being preoccupied.
I laughed, finished dressing, and headed for the door. I looked both ways; the hallway was deserted. I headed back down to the stairs, noted that the sideroom was mostly deserted, and headed back for the masked ball. Inside, people were winding down, dancing slowly. Even the band looked a touch worn out. I noticed the contingent of six Tindals in White Leather, four of whom, the four I'd been with earlier, with dates at their arms. The mix was pretty typical, and now that I had a clear count I knew who they were… P'Rose and P'Lissane had been the first two, then Richard, and finally P'Maya. P'Rose and Lisa each had eager Tindal males to their sides. P'Maya's date was a femSsphynx, which made me remember a letter I'd gotten from P'nyssa while I'd been in space, and Rick's date was the adorable Markal I'd been dancing with. Talk about being set up!
Richard and Susan came out and stood on the balcony over the side of the great hall, and there was a squawk from the speakers as they turned on the PA system. Susan gave a standard "I'd like to thank you all for coming," speech, and then Richard said, "And now, it's time to unmask."
The ritual cry went up from the great crowd assembled, "Unmask! Unmask!" I turned to my captors as a whole and said, "The jig, so to speak, is up, guys." I took off my masks as they took of thiers. Every one of them, excepting Richard, had the characteristic Traken markings about their eyes. Males don't get it.
I looked at them all, and waited for somebody to say something. Other than Tavvi thier dates looked little confused. I had just, in very distinctive fashion, been on the receiving end of four out of five of P'nyssa's children. Not to mention being ravished quite effectively my own son! I turned to the two remaining, P'nyssa herself and P'raine, and said, in what must have sounded like a desperate voice, "What is this all about?"
They cracked up laughing. "It's about you, Ken," Pnyssas said. "I was talking to Rick and we started to talk about the party, and you, and it just sort of… happened. We all agreed to it, just for fun."
I smiled wide, so wide I felt the muscles in my face strain, and said, "Yeah, I've had moments like that myself. Pretty elaborate, sweetheart. Thank you."
She hugged me tight and said, "You're welcome. But we have one more surprise for you. Do you know what tomorrow is?"
I ransacked my brain for ideas; what was tomorrow? The day after Richard and Susan's anniversary, Lotesse 3rd. Lotesse 4th? "Oh, no," I said.
"That's right. Tomorrow's your birthday, Ken, and Rainy and I have decided that you should have the two of us tomorrow, starting right now, since the party here is over."
"P'nyssa… I can't sleep with both of you in bed."
"Why not?"
"Well, for one thing," I said, turning to P'raine, "you're my daughter."
"You were perfectly willing to let your son have at you," P'nyssa said touchily.
"Okay, I admit…" I did enjoy it, and I felt not one touch or twinge of guilt about it. "Okay, let's try it. But just a second," I said, holding up my hand. I turned, one after the other kissed P'Maya, P'Rose, P'Richard, and finally, P'Lissane, and bid them goodnight. And for me, there is no such thing as a friendly kiss. I distinctly felt Lisa's toes curl. "Goodnight, all."
They all wished me goodnight, and with P'Nyssa on my left and P'Raine on my right, mother and daughter and (adoptive) father in the middle we bid Richard and Susan a good night and teleported home.
I hope P'Raine wasn't too disappointed by my insistence that we head to bed, but I was tired, and from the looks they were giving me, they were too. We went to bed.
— "Unmask!" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use.
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