Chapter 45 Jean
At first, I’m not even sure who is on top of me, and honestly, I don’t care. Right now, the only thing that matters is that I have dick inside me—a big one—and it’s fucking me nice and deep, exactly the way I need.
Then I feel the purring, and I know it’s him. It’s Scythro. The first one to find me.
And now, the first to…
I cry out as he tests my depths with long, slow thrusts of his pelvis, his cock retreating with every backstroke, leaving me empty before filling me again, my pussy spreading for him with every deep penetration, hugging him in a slippery embrace, desperately struggling to keep him inside me but too wet to grip him as tightly as I would like to, but still trying again with every thrust, relishing every attempt, savoring every perfect detail of the alien moving inside me.
“Yes,” I whisper with every new entering. “Yes… yes… yes…”
Scythro just purrs.
That sound feels as good as his cock inside me, a soft counterpoint to his hard arousal. It swells and recedes within me. It ebbs and flows, matching the slow, steady rhythm of our bodies. It fills the hollow places inside me, the same way his hardness is filling the emptiness between my legs.
“Yes… yes…”
He pulls out, and I whine like a brat at the sudden deprival—then gasp as I feel the end of his tail teasing my pussy like a tongue. He’s checking how wet I am, how open. He must be pleased by what he finds, because a moment later, his cock pushes into me again, and this time it stays inside.
There has been no foreplay tonight. Scythro has spared me that suffering.
He knows what my body needs, and he’s giving it to me, inch after burning inch.
Yet even this is a form of foreplay to him, a prelude to the more savage mating I know will come.
He teases with his cock, stirring it inside me, stimulating me in ways mere thrusting could never do.
He finds my spot and massages it with his tip, leaning way back so he can push even harder against my front wall, plowing the end of his cock against my tender place until I’m coming all over him, not a solitary climax but a series, each one connected to the next like links in a chain.
There was a time, not so long ago, when this much pleasure would have been the end of me.
Tonight, it’s only the beginning.
Scythro speaks to the night, a few silken syllables I cannot understand, and two shadowy forms are conjured on either side of me, one hulking and horned, the other not quite as huge, but every bit as deadly. Their eyes gleam faintly in the starlight. Their voices are low rumbles.
Even in the darkness, my fingers have no trouble finding them, hard and ready. Venim’s shaft is so thick, my fingertips barely touch when I grip him. In Ghorak’s case, they do not touch at all. I pump my hands slowly, feeling their textures, Venim’s snakeskin, and Ghorak’s deeper ridges.
“Give me,” I beg. “Please give me…”
Even without the translator device, the aliens have no trouble figuring out what I need.
They move their cocks closer to my face, close enough to kiss, then even closer than that.
I turn my head from side to side, lavishing affection on both of them, first one, then the other, then the first again.
They take turns using my mouth while Scythro continues using my pussy.
His thumb is on my clitoris now, rubbing me while he breeds me. His tail is rimming my asshole like a tongue. The other two aliens are massaging my breasts as I suck their hard cocks. All three of them are groaning in satisfaction as they share me.
I quickly lose track of how many times I come.
At first, my screams of pleasure are muted by the cocks filling my mouth.
Then Scythro purrs some gentle command, and the other two aliens fall back, leaving me gasping and sobbing with pleasure.
Scythro pulls out of me, and joins me with a release of his own, sending it all over my face and chest in warm, sticky strings.
The air thickens with the pungence of his semen, and everywhere that fluid stains me, it seems to set off a miniature orgasm on my skin.
It’s a long time before his climax wanes, and when it finally does he straddles me, ringing the last few drops of his orgasm directly into my open mouth. It is salty and warm and as smooth as silk on my tongue.
“God, you taste so good,” I whisper.
“Guud,” Scythro purrs, mimicking my voice. “Yoo’mun.”
He gathers me in his arms and pulls me to him, not seeming to mind that my breasts are slathered with his cum, or that my lips are still stained with it when he kisses me.
On the contrary, he seems to enjoy it. He even licks some of it from my cheek and feeds it to me with his tongue. I accept it with a hungry moan.
Hungry.
Still so hungry.
I shouldn’t need more after a performance like that, but God help me, I do. And Scythro, God bless him, he knows this without me needing to tell him. He lifts me and guides me toward the alien sitting beside us.
Ghorak.
The giant’s hands are big. So big, they encircle me like a belt. How many lives have those hands ended, I wonder? How many constitutes mass murder under Znthian law?
I should probably care, but I don’t.
Tomorrow maybe. Not tonight.
His horns are outlined by the silverish moonlight, and the thing sticking up between his legs feels like a third horn, not as curved, perhaps, and certainly not as pointy, but every bit as hard, and just as deeply ribbed.
As soon as I feel it against my belly, two thoughts follow in quick succession.
The first is that it will never fit inside me.
The second: we have to try.
It is a team effort. Ghorak lies on his back beneath me, as big and hard as a toppled statue.
When I straddle him, my knees don’t even touch the ground, and I have to spread my legs so wide that my thighs ache from the deep stretch.
Thankfully, the other aliens are there to help, Scythro on one side, Venim on the other.
They support my arms while Ghorak holds my hips, and together all three of them lower me onto the monster between his legs.
For a second, it seems as if my first impression was correct—it’s not going to fit—but a bit of purring from Scythro helps me relax just enough.
And then, suddenly, Ghorak’s tip is inside.
After that, it’s just a matter of patience.
I won’t lie, it hurts a little, but the pleasure is worth the pain. The sensation of fullness, once he is fully inside me, is overwhelming. My inner muscles burn from the strain. My breathing comes in short, ragged gasps.
“God,” I whisper. “You’re so big.”
“Beeg,” Ghorak echoes.
“Not me,” I laugh through tears of exertion. “I’m too small.”
“Smol.”
I can’t help but smile at that. Who knew a mass murderer could be so cute?
With the help of Venim and Scythro, I begin to ride him, bracing my hands against the hard muscles of his stomach. His abs are so big, each one is a handful for me, and I squeeze them with all my might as I slide my body up Ghorak’s hard, thick shaft…
…and back down again.
“So big,” I murmur as he fills me a second time. “So fucking big.”
The pain hasn’t fled completely, but it’s gradually buried beneath layers upon layers of pleasure as I continue riding him. His girth stretches me, and his ridges rub every part of me.
Once I’ve got a decent rhythm going, the other two aliens join in the action. Venim rises and feeds his hard cock into my mouth while Scythro reaches down between my legs and rubs my clit. His seed drips from my swinging breasts and spatters onto Ghorak’s rumbling chest.
My climax, when it comes, is like a bomb going off inside me.
The force of it snaps my head back, and I come off Venim’s cock gasping and trailing wet strands that glisten in the moonlight.
Before the pleasure has a chance to fade, Scythro buries his face between my legs and starts to lick me, tonguing my clitoris and the base of Ghorak’s cock at the same time.
Another series of orgasms goes crashing through me, each one harder and more intense than the last. It doesn’t take long before my legs are too weak to support me.
That’s when Ghorak takes over.
His rough hands scoop under my ass and lift me, until only his tip is still inside. Then he starts to thrust, driving into me hard and fast, pounding me with his cock. My body jolts on top of him like a ragdoll as he forces me to endure one brutal climax after another.
Then, finally, it’s Ghorak’s turn to come. He pulls out of me at the last second, and his heavy shaft slaps against his belly before it starts spurting pale ropes all over the front of his body, all the way up to his chest.
I fall on top of him with a wild sound and start to lick him clean.
Venim doesn’t give me a chance to finish before he is on me, mounting me from behind and taking me with a single forceful thrust. His alien cock is long and thick inside me, but after Ghorak’s girth, my body accepts it with ease.
What is less easy is the way Venim uses it on me. He ruts me like a beast, ramming it into me hard and deep, jolting me with every bruising thrust. I’m going to be sore down there in the morning, but tonight it’s exactly what I need.
“Vruk’tar…”
One strong hand is in my hair, clutching a hard fistful while the other holds my neck.
I push back into him, giving as good as I get, meeting him thrust for thrust, our two bodies clapping together in the darkness.
My pussy clenches around him, not hugging now, but biting, trying to hurt him, trying to break him the same way he’s trying to break me. The hatefuck to end all hatefucks.
“Gash’nar vruk’tara…”
I come for him then, angry and loud, one climax for every thrust, a slipstream of profanities spilling from my seed-stained lips. He drops on top of me, sandwiching my body between his and Ghorak’s, fangs grazing my shoulder as he continues to pump.
And that’s when I feel it.
His smooth, heavy balls, which until now had been slapping against me like a pendulum, have lifted in preparation, growing taut against the base of his hard shaft.
He’s about to come…
…and he’s going to do it inside me.
Under ordinary circumstances, that wouldn’t matter. We are different species, he and I. But with the Znthian breeding drugs still working their way through my system, there’s no telling what will happen.
“Wait!” I gasp. “Don’t!”
But my words go unheeded. Without the translator device, Venim cannot understand what I’m saying, and even if he could, I’m not sure it would matter. He’s too far gone now, too feral.
He’s going to come inside me—deep inside me—and I have no choice but to take it.
“Venim!”
His first spurt comes out of him with such force that it hits me in the back of the head. The second, on the nape of my neck. It’s only when the third one draws a line of sticky warmth up my back that I understand he’s no longer inside me.
That’s when I hear the purring.
I look back over my shoulder and see them, Venim tense and shuddering, head thrown back in ecstasy, and Scythro behind him, purring in his ear and jacking him to completion.
Venim spends a dozen more hot ropes all over the cheeks of my ass before the spell is finally broken, and he snarls back to his senses.
He shoves Scythro away and surges to his feet, hard and naked in the moonlight. He glares down at me for one piercing moment, then turns and strides off into the night, his muscles flexing with every stride.
I start to call for him—Venim!—but hold my tongue.
Let him go, I think. The bastard.
Beneath me, Ghorak shifts. He and Scythro hold my shivering body between them, soothing me with hands and voices, purring and petting me into submission.
Later, when my urges finally return, as they inevitably do, the two aliens spread me out and do it all over again, sharing my body late into the night.