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Tanek Janassi walked back into the ballroom, still smoking his cigar thoughtfully and looking around. He picked up a glass of Cardei as he passed the bar and made a point of making himself visible for a few minutes.
The Director, Asher VonTesmar and his third wife, Regina, were on a circular sectional sofa that filled a large alcove near the bay windows in the front of the ballroom. He obviously wasn't concerned about propriety as he nuzzled the young woman's ample cleavage and groped under her gown.
Regina, a very pretty black haired girl, was squirming under him, tugging at the top of her gown to keep it from revealing her breasts.
Darion Tarrant, Asher's head of security, stood nearby, talking to some other high-ranking Directorate officers, his arm around a pretty, curvaceous blonde in a lavender dress. He noticed the wide silver choker around her neck, attached to a slender silver chain that vanished between her breasts. He smirked a bit and took a drag off his cigar.
As he neared the wide corridor leading to the banquet hall, he saw Alena Varian, Asher's niece and Admiral Dahren Trask, Headmaster of the Academy. They seemed to be involved in an animated discussion, which seemed to be annoying the Admiral. Alena looked completely unruffled as she smiled in the face of Dahren's rising irritation. With a growl, Dahren turned and stalked away from her, into the banquet hall. Alena laughed softly to herself as she watched him go.
"Asshole," she muttered after him, glancing at Tanek.
Tanek chuckled. "What was that about?"
"He wanted to 'show' me the Blue Room," Alena said with a smirk. "I said, no.
Not right now. He got annoyed and tried to order me." She took a drink of the wine she held. "I reminded him that even though he outranks me, we're not on duty. He seems to be under the impression that I'll fuck him any time he wants me to now."
Tanek chuckled softly. "So is that why you said no?"
"Primarily," she took another drink. "It's certainly not because I'm not in the mood."
Tanek looked at her a long moment.
Hair the color of claret and large, sparkling emerald eyes, Alena Varian was easily the most attractive woman he knew. They'd gone to Academy together and he had always been quite interested in her. She was tall, nearly as tall as he was but not thin like most tall women he'd met. Alena was quite rounded and voluptuous, her figure filling out the dark burgundy gown she wore in a very
provocative way, even though it wasn't nearly as revealing as Jocelyn's low cut, clinging aqua waterfall of a gown. Alena's looked as though it was silk, which, he realized, it probably was. The fabric clung to her curves, the bodice long sleeved, with a simple round collar, trimmed in silver, laced up the front with silver laces, to enhance the swell of her breasts. It cascaded in shimmering waves from her hips to the floor. It rustled softly when she moved.
"Is that an invitation, Alena?" he purred.
She took a drink of her wine. "I don't like you, Janassi."
He stepped close to her as he passed her by. "You will when I'm finished with you." He continued walking towards the banquet hall, ignoring any reaction she might have had to his words.
Dahren Trask was standing by the bar, a wine glass in his hand, looking extremely put out.
"Turn you down?" Tanek asked. Trask turned and gave him an imperious look.
Tanek coughed a bit, "Uh, sir."
"That's better," Trask grumbled. "And yes, she did. Don't know why, she's hot tonight, it's very clear. Just not for me, it seems."
"Hm," Tanek said thoughtfully. "What would you say if I told you Margrave Brodie has got Jocelyn VonTesmar at his villa and she's fucking her way through the Directorate Ministry as we speak?"
Trask sipped his wine and looked at Tanek coolly. "I'd say you were full of it."
Tanek grinned, puffed on his cigar and sent Trask a few telepathic pictures of what was going on at Brodie's.
Trask's eyes widened.
"Want in on her, Admiral? Especially since Alena's being a bitch?"
Dahren Trask grinned. "Hell yes."
"I'll let Brodie know you're – ahem – coming," Tanek said as Admiral Trask made his way to the exit.
Tanek put out his cigar in an ashtray and set his glass down on the bar. Then he headed back towards the corridor, to find Alena.
* * * *
She wasn't there but Tanek hadn't really expected her to hang around. He cast about lightly with his psionics, locating her unique psychic signature in one of the antechambers nearby. Annoyed that she'd found someone else already, Tanek headed off in her direction.
Several smaller hallways lead off from the central area, to the antechambers, which were private sitting rooms designed for quiet talks, brandy and cigars or small meetings. They were, of course, primarily used for sexual assignations during formal events like the State Ball.
Tanek knew them well. He quickly made his way through the labyrinth of corridors to the 'Sardonyx Room'. Stepping silently through the dark wood paneled door, he paused in the dim alcove that provided the entrance way and gazed into the room.
Several people were in here, the light was ruddy and low, provided only by rust colored sconces in the top corners of the room. He could see two men and three women. A gorgeous redhead was bent over the solid rusty brown sardonyx conference table, her hands bound behind her back by what looked like the sleeves of her emerald green gown. The gown was shoved up over her ample hips and down around her waist, baring her soft, round breasts and smooth ass to the large dark haired man who was reaming her from behind, one hand on the center of her back, pressing her down into the table, the other on her hip, holding her in place as he fucked her. She moaned with each thrust, her body shuddering as she squirmed under him.
The second woman was also bound by scraps torn from her sapphire gown, on her knees in front of a younger man with lighter hair, clad in the charcoal grey of the non commissioned ranks. He had his hands wound in her bright blonde hair as she sucked his cock, groaning with pleasure as she did so. The third woman, her dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, was on her hands and knees behind the blonde, her face in the blond woman's pussy, licking and sucking her as she moaned. Her hand was in her own pussy, plunging in and out hard and fast.
Tanek groaned softly, watching. He was getting hard and he wondered if the dark haired woman was Alena. He looked at her. No, he didn't think her breasts were large enough.
He heard a soft gasp very close by.
Looking, he saw Alena.
She was hidden in the shadows near the alcove he stood in, watching this scene as well, from behind a large figurine. She was leaning heavily on the wall, peeking out between the figurine's crooked elbow and the paneling. One hand was inside her bodice, massaging her breast, and the other was pressing against the front of her gown, rubbing between her legs. Tanek grinned evilly and stepped over to her, his movement silent on the carpeted floor. Coming up behind her, he leaned down and began nuzzling her neck, at the same time, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stiffened immediately but made no noise.
Tanek sucked on her earlobe, then whispered, "Come with me."
Alena let him pull her back, through the door, silently, and into the hallway outside. The door closed and he pushed her up against the wall, kissing her. She moaned and kissed him back, at the same time pushing at him as though she wanted him to let her go.
He grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. 'Am I going to have to tie you up, like those women in there?' he 'pathed at her sharply.
His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth aggressively and she kissed him back with equal hostility. Her mental silence made him chuckle even as he pillaged her mouth with his. 'I think you want me to.'
Groaning, Alena yanked her mouth away from his. "That's the only way you'll fuck me, you bastard," she growled.
Tanek grinned. "Excellent. I enjoy a challenge."
He yanked her to him and dragging her along, shoved her through the doorway to the nearest room. The door slammed behind them.
Alena tore herself away from him and backed up. She glared at him as he stood there, arrogantly casual, sizing her up.
Alena was not a weakling, by any means. She certainly wasn't going to let anyone take advantage of her if she didn't want them to.
She sized Tanek up at the same time. He was much better looking than Darion Tarrant and even though she didn't like him, she'd fucked him for fun. Tanek was her age, arrogant, noble and full of himself. But he was athletic, virile and very sexy. Arrogance turned her on big time, which was why she had fucked Tarrant and Philo Brodie and several other bastards on the council. Tanek was grinning at her, just aching to get his hands on her. She knew what he wanted and how he wanted it.
In order for her to have the most fun with him, she was going to have to let him take her. She smiled to herself.
Good, she wanted a workout.
"I don't think you can handle me, Janassi," she said in a deliberately mocking voice.
Tanek's eyes narrowed just a bit. "Are you challenging me?" he said evenly.
He wasn't sure if she was taunting him or if she really did want to fight rather than fuck. Her skill with a sword was legendary and he'd heard she was also very good in hand to hand combat. She wouldn't let him take her if she didn't want him to. However, he wasn't going to let some girl beat him in a fight. Even if she was good. He was just as good as she was with a sword and he didn't mind a struggle.
It would be more fun to rip that dress off her, anyway.
Alena grinned at his hesitation. "Yes."
Tanek snorted and came closer to her. He reached out and ran a finger over the exposed skin above the neckline of her gown. He felt her shiver and looked into her face. She was slightly flushed and her breathing was quickening. Her emerald eyes were glittering and dark with what could only be repressed lust. He could smell the unmistakable musky scent of female excitement mixed with the opiate of her spicy perfume and the warmth of her hair and skin. She wanted him, it was clear.
"You like it rough, Alena?" he purred, running his hands over her breasts and down to her waist. She looked at him with a thin, mocking smile on her full, dark red lips.
"I doubt you can come close to what I like, Janassi," she said derisively.
Tanek's eyes narrowed. He grabbed her by the chin and slammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her severely. She gasped and shoved him away from her.
He snarled and grabbed her, throwing her down on the parlor's couch, coming down on top of her. She growled, connecting her palm with the side of his face.
They struggled together as he tore at the top of her gown and she brought her knee up between his legs, solidly but at the same time careful not to cause any lasting hurt.
He grunted, snarling, coming down on her mouth again, pressing his hands into her forearms, pinning her to the sofa.
Alena moaned, struggling, arcing her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as he kissed her possessively. Parting her legs forcefully with his knee, he slid between them and began grinding his hips against hers. She responded by thrusting against him, moaning.
He moved a hand from her arm to her breast and, pulling down the silk that barely covered it, cupped it in his hand and began to squeeze it, pulling and twisting her nipple. She gasped, which then turned into a deep, lasting groan of intense pleasure, writhing under him. With a wicked grin, he left her lips and took her stiffened, erect nipple into his mouth, sucking it, then nipping it sharply. Alena cried out, arching her back even more, pushing her breast into his mouth. He laughed deeply, the sound vibrating against her skin. Yanking down the rest of her bodice, exposing her second full, round breast, Tanek moved to that one, nipping and sucking her nipples and the tender skin around them, twisting and teasing the nipple he wasn't biting and relishing the sounds that he was able to get Alena to make. She seemed to have forgotten about fighting with him entirely, as she squirmed and undulated beneath him.
"Mmmm…" Alena breathed, her voice low and breathy, "Yes … oh yes … suck my tits, Tanek…"
He tweaked a nipple, hard. She gasped sharply.
"Yes!" she gasped, "Again!"
Tanek grinned, twisting it very hard. She cried out.
He lifted his head and watched her a moment. She was shuddering a bit as she slumped into the sofa. Her large eyes were dark. Admiring her breasts, which were nicely big but not overly so, her large, rosy nipples an angry red from his abuse and sucking of them, Tanek smiled wickedly. She blinked at him, breathing hard.
"So, you like it when I hurt you, do you?"
Alena drew in her breath and nodded.
He got up then. She could see how aroused he was. Her knee to the balls hadn't hurt him at all, apparently. She watched him, curious to see what he would do next. Her nipples still tingled where he'd bitten and twisted them. She was edgy, anxious, and tense with sexual energy that had yet to be released. She sat up slightly, lounging in a deliberately seductive way on the sofa.
"You need to be fucked, don't you, Alena?"
Alena smiled. "Yes, I do," she said, "and I've decided, since no one else is available, I'll have to settle for you."
He snorted. "Oh is that right? 'Settle' is it?"
His eyes narrowed.
Leaning over, he grabbed a handful of her dress and tore it from her body. She gasped in stunned surprise and he grabbed her, yanking her up from the sofa.
"You've been toying with me all night, Alena," he growled as he threw her across the back of a chair, tearing away the thin black panties she was wearing.
"No one 'settles' for Tanek Janassi!"
He buried his left hand in her dark wine-black hair, tightening his fingers to her groan of pain and pleasure and yanking her head back.
"Not even-" he unfastened the front of his pants, freeing his thick, iron-hard erection, "Alena Varian!"
Ramming his cock into her very wet and tender pussy, Tanek grunted with satisfaction as he seated himself deep inside her and she moaned loudly.
"Like that, bitch?" he growled in her ear, leaning close as he pulled her head back.
She hissed at him as he did, so he nipped her earlobe.
He pulled back and then rammed deep into her again, feeling her body squeezing him as she groaned again.
"You're nice and tight. You feel better than Jocelyn, and that's saying something."
Alena groaned again as he pulled back and then hilted himself in her a third time. "You're a bastard, Janassi," she managed.
"I know."
He drew himself back, then slammed into her, harder than before and began pumping her, solid, hard but not too fast.
Alena groaned loudly, pushing against him, driving him deep, and sending shooting bolts of electricity through her with each penetrating thrust. Her body shook, her breasts bouncing, Tanek's hand yanking on her hair, his other on her hip, fingers digging into her flesh.
She pushed a hand under her hip, down between her legs, her fingers finding her swollen clit and wet pussy. She rubbed her flesh, exploring, rolling her clit between her fingers.
"That's it, Alena," he purred, feeling her fingers brush against him as she pleasured herself. "Make yourself come."
Alena groaned, wriggling as warmth, then searing heat began to radiate from within her, where Tanek was banging her, from her clit, her breasts, shattering her control, ripping a scream out of her.
Tanek laughed, quickening his strokes.
Alena screamed again, shoving her ass against his hips, shuddering as another orgasm hit her.
"Fuck me Tanek!" she growled, writhing, "Hard! Fuck me hard!"
He yanked on her hair, pounding her faster. "Yeah, that's it, bitch…" he grunted as he jackhammered her body with his cock, "Good girl…"
Alena screamed, spasming, coming again and again. Tanek grunted, gripping her so hard she screamed from the pain and with a loud cry, came inside her.
Alena groaned, feeling his cock spasm and pump her full of his come, pushing her ass up against him, wrapping her fingers around his cock and holding him deep inside her body. "Oh yes, Tanek…" she moaned softly, relishing every sensation he was creating inside her. "Yes…"
Tanek finally stopped coming and slumped over her, letting go of her hair. They stood that way a moment, then Tanek straightened up. He pulled out of her, smiling at her soft whimper, then wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her up, turning her towards him as he did.
"That was the best fuck I've had in a long time," Alena gasped.
Before she could say anything else, Tanek covered her mouth with his in a deep, long kiss that left her breathless.
"See," he said, "I told you you'd like me when I was finished with you."
Alena looked at him.
She sighed then.
"Tanek," she said softly, "you're an arrogant son of a bitch."
He grinned.
"But I like you. I was lying when I said I didn't."
He chuckled. "I thought so."
He ran a hand over her breasts which were still reddened where he'd pinched and bit them. "You're a damn fine fuck."
Alena laughed. "Thanks. So are you."
"Ahem," said a third voice.
Tanek and Alena turned.
Standing in a dim corner, near the door, was Philo Brodie, leaning against the wall, a glass in his hand. He was smiling lasciviously at both of them. "Damn fine show. Both of you," he said in a roughened voice.
Tanek adjusted his clothing, while Alena considered Brodie. "How much did you watch?" she asked.
"I came in while he was banging the hell out of you on the chair there," Philo said, sipping his drink. "You were both far too preoccupied to notice me. I particularly liked the way your tits bounce when you're being fucked from behind."
"Why didn't you join us then?" Tanek asked.
Philo grinned. "You were both pretty far gone. I thought I'd wait for round two.
After all, I just fucked Jocelyn VonTesmar three times tonight, before her husband finally caught all of us, that is."
Tanek dropped languidly onto the sofa as Alena picked up the remnants of her gown. "So, how did he take it?"
"Asher?" Philo said, sitting down in the chair Alena and Tanek had just abandoned. "Well, he wanted in, of course. I think he's still down there. Got Jocelyn and Regina together, actually. They'll be good friends after this."
"I'll pay for that," Tanek said as Alena held up the torn gown with a smirk.
"You'd better." She threw the gown at him.
Brodie had picked up a black scrap of silk from the floor, grinning. He sniffed them and his grin widened. "Better pay for these as well."
Alena looked at Brodie. "Like that?" she teased, "Want to add them to your collection?"
Brodie chuckled, reaching out to grab Alena about the waist and pull her into his lap. "I already have several pairs of yours, my dear," he purred, nuzzling her neck and ear, his free hand snaking into her lap and finding her pussy. She stiffened as he poked a finger down, between her legs and inside her, quickly adding two more, which he began to pump in and out of her.
She groaned, wiggling her ass in his lap. "Mmmm…"
"Still hot?" he muttered as Alena arched her back, thrusting her full breasts up, pointing their suddenly hard and erect nipples to the ceiling.
Tanek watched with interest, a wicked smile barely curving the corners of his mouth.
Brodie worked his hand against her, grinning as he lowered his mouth to a breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and pulling hard on her as she squealed, squirming in his lap. She could feel the hard bulk of his erection under her butt as she wriggled under his expert attention. He knew what to do to get her to come hard and fast. His thumb rubbed against her clit, hard then soft, then hard again, as his fingers moved inside her body, plunging in then out. Rising spirals of pleasure began to fill her as heat rushed from deep inside to the tips of her fingers and toes.
She screamed, shuddering as she came, accompanied by the appreciative chuckles of both Brodie and Tanek.
When her body finally stopped quaking, she slumped into Brodie's lap, panting.
"Nice, Alena," Brodie said, "Very nice. Lovely." He offered her the glass he'd been holding. She took a long drink. "Alena is beautiful in the midst of orgasm, isn't she, Tanek?"
Tanek, who had been staring at her in fascination, nodded. "I hadn't paid attention to her before."
"Who could blame you?" Brodie said, grinning.
Alena smiled. "We were having far too much fun." She kissed Brodie. "Not many are a connoisseur of the art of female orgasm as you are, Philo."
Brodie chuckled, shifting about in the chair, jostling Alena, who gave a rare, sultry giggle. "Now, let's get down to business." He glanced at Tanek, "Want to share, or just watch this time?"
Alena shivered. "I haven't had two men at the same time in a long time," she said with a smile. "Feel up to it again, Tanek?"
Tanek grinned. "Sure. Why the hell not?"
Alena kissed Brodie, handed him back the glass and rose.
She walked over to Tanek, took his hands and stood him up. "This time, I think we can be a little more friendly," she said, kissing his cheek.
"I suppose so," Tanek said with a smirk. "Though I love fighting with you.
You're a hell of a lot of fun."
Alena laughed.
"Mind you, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your true anger."
Alena smirked back at him. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. "Same with me, though there are other things of yours I love being on the receiving end of…"
Brodie set his glass on the side table, getting up.
He walked up behind Alena as they spoke.
"Enough talk. You and Janassi can get to know each other later."
He ran his hand over her smooth, rounded butt, sliding his fingers down between her buttocks, poking gently at the entrance to her ass. She moaned softly, pushing her butt up against his hand.
Tanek lifted her chin in one hand, kissing her, much more gently now, as he ran his hand over her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, tugging at her nipples, burying his tongue in the depths of her mouth.
Alena's hands continued to caress the rapidly hardening bulge in the front of his pants. After a few moments of this, she passed her fingers over the fastenings and they fell open. She plunged her hand inside, enjoying the shiver that ran through Tanek's body as her fingers found him, drawing his cock from the front of his pants and wrapping her hand around him, beginning to slide up and down his length. He groaned, pulling his mouth from hers.
Brodie, one hand flat on the silky flesh of her buttock, the other exploring the depths of her ass, leaned over to nibble her earlobe. "I'd like to see you suck Tanek's cock, Alena," he said softly, "While I fuck your ass."
Alena shivered and nodded, kneeling in front of Tanek, who groaned an affirmative as she began kissing the satiny, rippled flesh in her hands.
"Mmmm…" she murmured against him, "Very nice. I like thick, strong cocks.
No wonder you felt so good inside me."
Tanek grunted, moaning loudly as she slid her lips over the head of his shaft, sucking the smooth, large nub with loud slurping noises. He looked down at her, Alena's large, darkly smoldering emerald eyes half-open, framed by thick, dark lashes, gazing up at him, her lush, deep-red lips wrapped around his member, sliding slowly up and down it, wetly.
Brodie had knelt behind Alena, took out his own thick cock and was preparing to slide it into her upraised ass. As he penetrated her, she gasped loudly, then moaned, slurping Tanek noisily. Brodie chuckled softly and began to slide in and out of her, slowly at first as she adjusted to his girth. Alena groaned then, a shiver going through her.
Tanek shuddered, burying his fingers in her hair and thrusting in and out of her mouth as she sucked him. Behind her, Brodie worked her ass, moving a bit faster as she squirmed, rocking her hips against him, moaning through her considerable mouthful. The three of them began to move in concert as Tanek fucked Alena's mouth, and Brodie, her ass. The sounds of grunting, moaning and slurping filled the small parlor. Alena's body shuddered under the power of the thrusts of both men, shaking her tits, jigging her ass, forcing her body to start orgasming again, sending waves of pleasure through her that burned her already heated and highly sensitive skin with shocks of electricity.
She began screaming, Tanek began growling, and Brodie began to grunt with exertion. Tanek came next, spilling himself in Alena's mouth. She sucked him hard as he throbbed, swallowing all the thick, rich fluid of his come, until he was quite finished. She continued to suckle and lick him until he pushed away, shivering. Brodie came next, making Alena scream and shudder again from the exquisite feel of his pulsating cock in her very sensitive ass. He pulled himself out finally, dropping into the chair in exhaustion.
Alena fell back onto the floor on her back, moaning as she finished her climax, then lay there, catching her shaking breath.
Tanek was slumped back on the sofa, smiling in a completely satiated way.
The only sound in the room for a while was their labored breathing.
Then finally, Alena said, "Damn. That was fantastic."
Tanek chuckled and Brodie said, "Thanks. You always are."
Alena laughed.