Chapter 8 #3
“Mm, princess likes being watched. What do you think everyone in the club can see?” Yahn murmured against my lips. “How eagerly you take his cocks. How wet you get for us. You don’t care who knows what a slut you are, do you?”
The exhibitionism heightened every sensation—the stretch of Aano’s dual shafts, the pressure of Yahn’s erection against my clit, the heat of their bodies surrounding me. I was trapped between them, used for their pleasure and mine, and I’d never felt more alive.
Aano’s pace increased, the drag of his ridged cocks creating friction that had me spiraling toward release embarrassingly quickly. Yahn seemed to sense it, his tail applying more direct pressure to my swollen clit.
“Not yet,” he said, sharp teeth grazing my lower lip. “Not until we say.”
The command should have infuriated me—who were they to dictate my pleasure?—but instead, it sent a fresh surge of arousal through me. I whimpered, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that threatened to shatter me.
“Please,” I gasped. “I can’t—I need—“
“What do you need?” Aano growled, punctuating the question with a particularly deep thrust. “Say it.”
“I need to come,” I admitted, past shame, past pretense. “Please let me come.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he purred. “Come for us.”
The permission was all I needed. My orgasm crashed through me with a violence that stole my breath, my vision, my sense of self. I was vaguely aware of crying out, of my body convulsing between theirs, of Aano’s fingers digging into my hips as he continued to thrust through my climax.
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering. “Taking both my cocks so deep. Gonna fill this sweet cunt.”
The crude words prolonged my orgasm, sent it spiraling into new heights as I felt him swell inside me, both shafts pulsing as he came with a roar that cut through the music. The hot rush of his release triggered another wave of pleasure that had me sobbing against Yahn’s chest.
I laughed weakly, feeling Aano slowly withdraw from my body.
The loss of fullness made me wince, followed by the sensation of his cum trickling down my inner thigh.
Rather than feeling used or degraded, I felt powerful—I had reduced these two magnificent aliens to primal need, had made them forget themselves in public.
I was limp as Yahn lifted my legs around his waist and buried his cock deep inside me.
Aano danced against my back, supporting me and protecting me as Yahn fucked me brutally, his huge cock pounding into me in time with the music.
I leaned my head back against Aano’s shoulder, not even caring how wanton I looked anymore.
My dress slipped down, exposing my breasts, and Aano tweaked my nipples with one hand while the other slid down my stomach to play with my clit.
the intensity and pleasure built more rapidly than the last time, the slide of Yahn’s ridged cock driving me wild as his tail snaked up between my breasts and circled my throat, and his hands gripped my hips.
He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, and he captured my lips in a rough kiss as the music shifted, and his movements slowed to match the rhythm.
I whimpered, needing him rough, and he smirked down at me.
“Don’t want it slow and deep?” He rolled his hips, his long thrust matching his words perfectly, and I arched my back, my breasts on full display as Aano and Yahn’s big hands held me pinned, preventing me from moving faster the way I needed.
Yahn’s insistence on following the beat was downright infuriating.
“Who the fuck made this song so long?” I protested, and behind me, I could hear Aano burst out laughing.
His index and middle fingers tapped out the rhythm on my clit, and as the music shifted, Yahn’s movements grew faster, his body writhing in time with the music.
Faster, he slammed his hips into me into an unrelenting beat that tipped me over the edge, and I cried out, my pussy milking his shaft, making the orgasm wash through me again and again as he buried his face in my hair, and with a shout, pumped me full of his cum.
Around us, the club had shifted its attention fully to our display.
I caught glimpses of wide eyes, parted lips, hands disappearing beneath clothing as others found inspiration in our abandon.
More than one woman had her tits out, and several holes were filled with big alien cock, while a few aliens were openly masturbating as they watched.
It was sexy as hell, and I knew for sure I’d be returning to this club, or another like it.
Soon, attention shifted as a big Zangrel thrust his cock into a Chokreini woman, as they kissed wildly. The knowledge that we had become the focal point, the entertainment, sent one final shudder through my spent body.
“That,” Yahn said, his voice rough as he zipped up his fly, “was worth the price of admission.”
I straightened my dress, doing my best to cover myself, and Aano just shook his head and laughed. “There’s no way you’re going to be able to adjust that cute little dress to hide the fact that you’ve just been thoroughly fucked.”