Chapter 10
Delilah
I couldn't look away from the scene before me. Dave and Zarath, both completely exposed, were standing near the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Their otherworldly features were captivating, with Dave's muscular frame and majestic wings exuding dominance, while Zarath's lithe and delicate body seemed submissive in comparison. And I could see something new in Zarath's gaze — a devoted adoration where there's once been disdain.
They panted heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison as they came down from their high. Dave's massive green cock was still twitching next to Zarath's equally impressive blue one, a trail of pearly fluid coating Dave's chiseled stomach. It was like nothing I had ever seen.
Watching them touch and kiss each other was like a dream come true. "Fuck, that was intense," Dave groaned, golden eyes meeting mine. "We imagined it was your tight pussy we were fucking, Lilah..."
My cheeks flushed, and my mouth went dry. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude," I stammered, trying not to stare but unable to tear my eyes away. The sight of their bodies pressed together was mesmerizing, unlike anything I had ever seen before. And I didn't know what to do about it. So I took another step back.
"Fuck, Dave, you can't talk like that," Zarath admonished.
"Wait," Dave called out, grabbing a towel to clean his hand. His voice was rough as he asked, "Did you enjoy what you saw, sweetheart?"
I froze, uncertain how to respond. Part of me was embarrassed at witnessing such an intimate moment. But another part — a part I had kept buried deep inside — was thrilled beyond measure.
Dave continued, "If you aren't into it, Zarath and I apologize for including you in our dirty little fantasy. But if you liked it..." He smirked and patted the bed next to him. "You're more than welcome to join us."
My fingers tingled at my sides. I wanted... I didn't know exactly what I wanted. But I knew I needed to touch them, to explore every inch of their beautiful bodies. Especially those gorgeous cocks.
"I..." I started, taking a hesitant step forward.
Suddenly, Zarath backed away, shaking his head. "We shouldn't do this." His formal tone seemed out of place, considering his nudity. "She's too inexperienced to even request the things we'd do to her."
I stepped closer, cupping his cheek and making him meet my gaze. "I'm not innocent. And I don't need to be protected."
"Then say it, Lilah," Dave chimed in. "Tell us to fuck you."
I opened my mouth, then closed it again, heat rising to my cheeks.
Dave moved closer, his strong muscles flexing as he approached us. My breath caught as I watched his thick, semi-hard cock sway between his legs with each step. It was mesmerizing, unlike anything I had ever seen before. The veins along the shaft intrigued me, and I felt an urge to trace them with my tongue.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Dave's voice was low and seductive, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "You can touch if you want."
"Delilah is more than just a... hot fuck," Zarath interrupted.
I turned to look at him, raising my eyebrows. "Why can't I be both? Sure, I'd love to find more, but sometimes a girl just wants to be a hot..." I trailed off, feeling the word get stuck in my throat.
Dave's face lit up mischievously. "Go on, sweetheart. Say it. Fuck. It's just a word."
"F-fuck," I whispered, feeling a thrill run through me at saying the forbidden word.
"Louder," Dave encouraged with a grin. "You don't have to be scared."
"Fuck!" I repeated louder, feeling a giggle bubble up from within as I realized how powerful it felt to say such a taboo word.
Zarath furrowed his brow. "I don't understand the problem with this word. It's simply a vulgar term for sex."
"Oh, it's so much more than that," Dave said. "It's a filthy word, dripping with lust and desire. It can mean pleasure, pain, submission." His rough hands grabbed at my hips, pulling me even closer to him. "And Delilah was raised to believe that good girls keep their mouths shut and their legs closed." I couldn't help but bite my lip, feeling the heat pulsing between my thighs. "But we both know that's not true."
"It's not?" I asked.
"Good girls ask for permission if they want to be fucked," Dave whispered, his fingers tracing a path down my bare stomach until they reached my damp panties. "They know their place is to please their men, and they crave it, no matter how dirty or degrading."
Zarath cleared his throat. "Except when they don't. Because safe words exist."
Dave chuckled. "Yes, sweet boy. Though since she is new to this, we'll just stop if she asks us to, won't we? Good girls communicate what they need, and they don't worry about offending their masters if they're uncomfortable."
Zarath nodded, looking satisfied.
"And do you want this?"
"Yes," I moaned, as he pulled down my pants and pushed aside my underwear, exposing me to Zarath and his hungry gaze.
"And what does a good girl let her master do to her cunt?" Dave asked, pressing against my swollen lips with his thumb. The word felt wrong on my tongue, but it only added to the illicit thrill of it all.
"Anything that makes him happy," I panted, barely able to form coherent thoughts as Dave continued to tease and taunt me.
"More specifically," he demanded.
"Fuck all her holes," I gasped out without hesitation, the thought making me blush with shame yet desire burning through me like fire.
"How many holes do I even have..." Suddenly self-conscious, I stumbled over my words before finally blurting out the question that made me feel like a clueless little cult girl again. "I mean..."
"Why don't I show you?" Dave growled, pulling off my remaining clothes with a swift efficiency that made me realize just how much control he had over me in this moment. "Is that okay?"
I nodded, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body to form words. Dave spun me around, pressing my back against his chest as he ran his finger over my lips. I eagerly sucked on it, and Zarath let out a guttural moan.
"One," Dave whispered, tracing my lips gently, his words turning my mouth into something far more erotic. "This hole looks so pretty when you suck on things, and good girls love to do that, don't they?"
"Yes," I whispered, though technically I'd never really tried.
"Two." His hands roamed lower, sliding down over stomach and between my legs, stroking and teasing at my clit until I was dripping with need. He lifted one leg, making room to thrust two fingers inside me, working me into a frenzy of wild need. When he slid them out, I moaned in despair, and he chuckled softly.
He spun me around again, squeezing and massaging my ass. I arched my back as his finger trailed down my crack, teasing at a hole I never would have considered. He licked his finger before firmly plunging it into me. I bucked against the intrusion, gasping. "Three."
I cried out in pleasure, surprised by how much I liked the feeling of being filled and stretched like this.
"What do good boys do?" Zarath interjected with an eager yelp, clearly caught up in the moment. Then his eyes widened, as if realizing what he had just said. "Wait... I mean, for the sake of argument."
Dave chuckled darkly. "For the sake of argument, good boys do as they're told." He offered his hand to Zarath, who eagerly stepped closer. "And they only have two holes to get fucked. Do you want to be my good boy, Z?"
Zarath looked flustered, and mumbled something that wasn’t quite an answer, but sounded like consent.
Dave wrapped his wings around both of us, forcing us close, and I looked up at Zarath, then stood on my tiptoes and kissed him for the first time. It was a long, sensual kiss, wild and full of need. Just as I felt I might combust from the heat building inside me, a crackling sound filled the room.
"Attention passengers," the robotic female voice of the ship's AI came over the loudspeaker. "Docking and decontamination procedures are in process. We will disembark onto Chokreini space station in approximately ninety minutes."
Dave's lips brushed my ear. "We could accomplish quite a lot in ninety minutes," he whispered, his voice thick with promise.
"Do we fuck?" Zarath asked.
Dave pulled back slightly, his golden eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," he said, his thumb caressing my cheek. "Our girl's probably still sore from the other day. And when we fuck you properly, Delilah?" He grinned wickedly. "We're gonna need hours."
My breath caught in my throat. Hours? With both of them? The thought was thrilling and arousing. As Dave's words hung in the air, I realized with startling clarity that I wanted nothing more than to find out exactly what he meant.