Chapter 30 #2
In an instant, Gunner found himself on his back, head at the bottom of the bed, legs wide, balls inside Dagger’s mouth. Chuckling, Horatio lay down next to him.
“He’s pretty strong for someone built like a sex doll.”
Gunner propped himself on his elbows just in time to see Dagger swallow his entire cock. An unexpected sensation took him by surprise. “His mouth vibrates?”
“So does his dick. And his ass. I think his kind are some sort of sex demons.”
The pleasure became almost overwhelming. Gunner was pretty sure his eyes rolled back into his skull as he came. Trembling, he tried to catch his breath.
“I suck Horeeto next?”
“You mean, Horatio?” Gunner asked.
Dagger nodded. “Horeeto.”
“I’ll let you have at me, but first, tell us how you got on the ship.”
“Port-ole.” Dagger buried his nose in Horatio’s pubic thatch. “Mmm, nice.”
“I guess you’re small enough to fit through a window,” Horatio said. “But how in the hell did you reach it?”
“No.” Dagger sat up. “My port-hole. I make.” He reached out, fluttering his fingers as green sparks swirled in a growing circular formation. When he dropped his hand, the air was filled with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar.
“A portal?” Gunner nearly shouted.
Horatio shook his head. “It’s impossible to create a portal inside Snake’s ship.”
“Not for me.” He wrapped his fingers around Horatio’s cock. “I answer. More suck?”
“Fine. But after this, you’re telling us everything.”
“Sure.” Dagger swallowed the big dick to the hilt. “Mmm.”
Gunner slid lower until he was eye level with Dagger. As he sucked, his tattoos pulsed faster, shifting from inky black to blood red. “Fascinating.”
Dagger paused and smiled at Gunner. “You want me.” Not a question. A statement.
“Who wouldn’t?”
Cupping Gunner’s chin, Dagger gave him a deep kiss that went straight to his head. Every cell in his body awakened, craving sex, cum, and skin. He had to pull away and stretch out beside Horatio. “I’m hardcore tripping, and I want to get fucked all night.”
“Pretty awesome, huh?” Horatio asked. “Kiss me, too, Dagger.”
Dagger planted a scorching kiss on Horatio’s mouth, then leaned back and spoke in his native language. Words flowed from him in a silken rhythm, seductive and melodious, as if he were reciting mystic poetry.
“Sounds like he’s speaking French.”
“Whatever he’s selling, I’m buying.” Horatio gasped as Dagger resumed sucking him off. “Kiss me, Gun, before I float to the ceiling.”
Senses amped, Gunner smelled cake and tasted vanilla frosting on Horatio’s lips. Felt Dagger’s soft tresses brush against his hip. Heard him buzz louder than before.
“Sexy boys. Fuck me.”
Gunner found the lube and flipped the cap, but Dagger was already lowering himself onto Horatio’s cock. “Are you kidding me? Another alien who doesn’t need lube?”
“Yup.” Horatio groaned in contentment as Dagger rooted himself onto his cock.
“So big.” Dagger leaned forward, resting his cheek on Horatio’s chest, then turned his gaze to Gunner. “You put cock in me, too, yes?”
Gunner shook his head.
“Need two,” Dagger pleaded. “Please. Do for me.”
“Trust me, Gun, he can handle it,” Horatio mumbled. “These guys are built different.”
After lubing up, Gunner positioned himself. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Now,” Dagger insisted.
Gunner obliged, pushing his dick against Horatio’s until they were both inside Dagger. The pleasure of the moment overwhelmed him—the tightness, the slickness, the deep vibrations that resonated in his core—as if Horatio was fucking him, too.
Lost in the moment, Dagger released a flurry of sounds, many whispered in his native tongue. He panted, keened, and moaned in a state of unrestrained ecstasy while Gunner and Horatio took turns thrusting.
“How does he… I mean… oh my god,” Gunner gasped.
“Definitely… a sex… demon.”
Caught in the blissful sensations, they reached multiple orgasms, each one building in intensity until Gunner thought he might explode. Entwined, their softening cocks still inside Dagger, the thunderous buzz softened into something familiar.
“He’s purring. Like a cat,” Gunner whispered.
Horatio chuckled. “More like a starving mountain lion.” He ran his fingers through Gunner’s hair. “How are you feeling, Cupcake?”
“Like I’m coming down from a mix of mushrooms, acid, and crack.” He started to pull out, but Dagger groaned.
“Stay. So full.”
Gunner brushed Dagger’s hair aside to rest against his back, startled by what he saw. Welts crisscrossed the alien’s skin. “Whip marks? Who hurt you?”
“Nobody.”
Horatio examined them. “We can’t help you unless you tell us what happened.”
“Need sex, not help.” The buzzing returned, louder than before. “One more fuck? Then I talk.” He moaned. “Please. So good.”
“Can you take the lead on this one, Gun? I’m baked like a cake.”
Tickled by Dagger’s vibrating ass, Gunner’s erection roared back. “How the fuck am I hard again already?”
“Sex demon magic,” Horatio whispered.
As he thrust into Dagger, he felt a new level of high, but also heightened focus—almost like he had a sixth sense strictly for sex. He knew when to slow, when to quicken the pace, and when Dagger wanted kisses across his shoulders.
It was a little spooky.
But amazing. After another heart-jolting climax, Dagger purred loudly.
“Good fuck. Now, I talk.”
Gunner flopped onto his back, breath ragged. “Yeah. Sure. Talk.”
Dagger dismounted Horatio and sat cross-legged on the bed. He extended his left wrist, where small black numbers were stamped on his skin. “Trouble.”
“This is a prison tattoo.” Horatio looked at Gunner. “The first two digits are his age, 37. The next three, 514, represent his homeland, Vixen. After the dash is his ID number.”
“Why were you in jail, Dagger?” Gunner asked.
“Caught sneaking around the castle. King Red’s guards catch me.”
“King Red? Do you mean Meridian?” Horatio asked.
“Yes. Meer-dee-nee-un. No. Mer-dee-in.” Dagger growled in frustration. “Still learning your language.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Gunner kissed Dagger’s wrist. “You’re doing great.”
“Learning another language is so freaking hard. Four years of Spanish, and the only word I remember is culo.”
Gunner laughed. “Not surprised you remember how to say ass, though.”
“Sexy boys very nice.” Dagger stretched out on his stomach. “Prison is bad place. Don’t send me back there!”
Gunner kissed the marks on Dagger’s back. “We’d never send you back. No way.”
“We hate Meridian, too.” Horatio traced one of the fainter marks. “These are from more than one beating. How long were you in there?”
“One week. Castle jail. No sexy boys to fuck. Dagger thought he might die.” He let out a dramatic sigh, and the buzzing resumed. “Need more. So much more.”
“A week for him would be like a year for us,” Horatio said.
“We should help him out, don’t you think?”
Horatio offered a weak smile. “Just so you know, they’re never satisfied.”
“I’ll die trying,” Gunner said solemnly.