Chapter 54 Jean
“My what?”
“Your punishment,” Venim repeats.
I start to raise my hands, intending to remove my face mask, followed immediately by the bandage Scythro tied around my eyes, but another pair of hands catch my wrists and stop me. Big, callused hands that completely swallow my own.
Ghorak’s hands.
I’m still sitting in the big guy’s lap, and when he speaks, I can feel his deep voice rumbling right through me.
“Hang on,” he says. “Venim has a point.”
“A point? Ghorak, what the hell are you talking about? I haven’t even done anything wrong!”
“Well, I can think of one thing. I wonder if it’s the same thing Venim has in mind.”
Venim’s hand is still under the back flap of my loincloth, still shamelessly massaging my bottom. When he speaks, his voice is a sibilant hiss at my shoulder.
“Before the battle, I gave you clear orders, woman. I told you to remain close to Ghorak and not do anything foolish. You disobeyed on both counts.”
“Are you talking about when I fired his gun? I had to do that. Ghorak had dropped his rifle, and some freak with an axe was going to chop us both to pieces.”
Venim chuckles darkly.
“I believe Ghorak could have handled him, even without his rifle. You saw how admirably he performed against my glazeblade.”
“Oh, I remember!” I shout. “If anything, you’re the one who should be getting punished.
I get you were trying to prove your suspicions about Ghorak, but did you really have to be so damn dramatic about it?
What if you’d hit him with your sword? You could have killed him! Did you ever think of that?”
“I am not the one on trial here,” Venim says.
“Oh, so now I’m on trial? In that case, I think we’d better let Ghorak weigh in. It’s his gun, after all.”
Surely Ghorak will get me out of this.
But his hands remain firmly clasped around my wrists.
“Venim is right,” he rumbles softly. “Your intentions were good, little one, but your actions put you in danger. My ore gun is a powerful weapon. You’re lucky you didn’t dislocate your shoulder while firing it, or worse.”
If I weren’t wearing a blindfold right now, I would stare at him in disbelief. Instead, I have to settle for gaping in the general direction of his voice.
“I don’t believe it,” I mutter. “You and Venim butt heads about everything.”
“But not this,” Ghorak says. “Your safety is the one thing we agree on.”
“Bullshit. You just want to watch me get punished.”
During our little conversation, Ghorak’s erection has waned slightly inside his pants. But now, at the mention of watching me get punished, it becomes fully rigid again, lifting so quickly it practically thumps me between my legs.
“Yeah,” I say. “Thought so.”
With a sigh of exasperation, I turn my face in Scythro’s direction. He is my only hope of salvation now.
“Surely you don’t agree with this nonsense?” I ask.
Scythro pauses nibbling my shoulder and purrs.
“Depends,” he says.
“Depends? On what?”
“Well, what kind of punishment are we talking about? Venim?”
“Spanking,” Venim answers. “Naturally.”
“Naturally,” Scythro repeats, and he nuzzles his face against my neck, just below my ear. “I would never deign to make this decision on your behalf. So tell me, human… what do you want?”
Before I can answer, his hand slips inside the front of my loincloth to touch my wet, hot center. A finger enters me.
“Do you want Venim to spank you?” he whispers.
I don’t even bother saying no. Scythro can feel the way my pussy clenches at that question, and that is all the answer he needs. He purrs with amusement.
“Well then,” he says. “It’s decided. How do you want her, Venim?”
“All fours.”
Without hesitation, Ghorak lifts me off his lap.
Then he and Scythro guide me into position on my hands and knees.
A hot wind sweeps over me, coming from the direction of the Vents.
It caresses my body, which is bare except for the loincloth, blindfold, and mask.
For a moment, my mind spirals back to a dream aboard the Scarlet Ship.
Hot wind, a desert of ash, and three alien males sharing me between them.
The urges come surging through me then, unrelenting and strong. My whole body is humming with arousal. The need is overwhelming. If I really wanted to, I could rip the blindfold off and bask in the light of the Vents.
But I don’t want to.
I want to lose control.
I want to give it to them.
Venim unfastens the knots holding up my loincloth, and the tattered garment falls to the ground between my knees.
I gasp at the sudden sensation of exposure as the outdoor air kisses the wetness pooling between my legs.
Behind me, Venim groans as if in pain, and I picture that strange, forked tongue of his flicking out, tasting the scent that must be wafting off of me.
The begging scent. The scent of raw need.
His hand brushes gently against my naked bottom. In my heightened state, that touch alone is almost enough to bring me to climax. I whine and shudder in anticipation.
“Are you ready?” Venim asks, taking his hand away.
“Wait!” I gasp, heat surging into my face. “I… I’m worried I’m going to get noisy. We, um…” My blush doubles, until it feels as if my face might spontaneously combust. “We wouldn’t want to alert anyone nearby… right?”
“I can help with that,” Scythro offers, petting me.
“Like in the mine?” I ask.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Just like in the mine.”
“What happened in the mine?” Ghorak asks.
“I’ll show you…”
Those are the last words I hear as Scythro removes my breathing mask. The blindfold is still wrapped around my eyes, so I can’t see him, but I can sense him moving into position in front of me, and I can hear him lowering his pants.
Then something brushes against my parted lips.
Something supple and rounded and leaking sticky fluid.
Instinctively, I lick it, and the salty flavor of his precum spreads across my tongue.
He purrs encouragement, and I open my lips wider, taking him inside.
His cock feels warm and smooth against my tongue. My mouth waters. So does my pussy.
Behind me, Venim utters something in his alien language. Without my translator device, I cannot understand what he’s saying, but I assume it’s something along the lines of: “Ready?”
“Mm-hm,” I moan in response.
Venim says something else, and he presses his hand against the right side of my ass, as if taking aim. Then he draws back and strikes. The sound is like a whipcrack. The impact jolts me forward, pushing my lips farther down Scythro’s erect shaft.
I come instantly.
My scream is mostly blocked by the long, thick cock plugging my mouth. All that escapes is a muted moan of pleasure.
I barely have time to recover before Venim spanks me a second time, this time on the other cheek. Once again, the blow ignites a full-blown climax within me. Once again, Scythro’s cock dampens my cries.
Venim spanks me eight times in total.
I come every single time.
When it’s finally over, Scythro pulls my head back, and my gasping mouth slips away from him with a wet and shameful sound. My blindfold is damp with tears.
Nearby, Ghorak rumbles a question, his tone quietly curious. Scythro answers with a purr. My head is transferred from one set of hands to another. A second cock penetrates my mouth, this one so thick, my jaw aches to accommodate it. Alien ridges graze my tongue.
My punishment continues.
Eight more smacks. Eight more orgasms.
I shouldn’t need more than that, and technically I don’t.
If I wanted to, I could reach up and remove the blindfold from my eyes.
Let the light in, let it burn away my desperate desire.
But I don’t do that, and I’m not going to.
Not until my three aliens have used me completely.
Not until we’ve wrung every drop of pleasure from each other’s bodies. Not until the fucking sun comes up.
Behind me, Venim places both of his hands on my punished ass, pressing the heat of the spanking deep into my flesh. Then he spreads my cheeks apart and moves into position to claim me.
His loincloth is already off, and his hard cock is jutting free.
I gasp as the tip of it presses against my pussy, smearing me with his precum, mingling his slippery juices with my own.
He pushes, and my body spreads around him, accepting him as a sheath accepts its sword.
He does not stop until his pelvis is flush against my backside, and his tip is touching my deepest epicenter.
The jade phallus is inside me again, only this time I truly want it there, and this time it is alive.
I moan happily around the other cock that is filling me from the other end. At the moment, that happens to be Ghorak’s, though Scythro’s flavor still lingers on my tastebuds. My whole body tingles with expectation.
Venim begins to move inside me, taking me with thrusts that are slow and deep. Every stroke pushes my lips a little further along Ghorak’s shaft. After a minute, he drags my head back and lets Scythro have a turn for a while. Then they switch back again. And again. And again…
The aliens are sharing me tonight, truly sharing me.
Sharing my mouth, sharing my body.
Behind me, Venim gradually increases the tempo of his mating, taking me deeper and harder with every thrust. His snakeskin pelvis slaps against my butt, reigniting the flames of my spanking.
He snarls as he fucks me, and my pussy weeps for him, fluttering and squeezing around his hard, pumping shaft.
I come on his cock five times before his own release threatens its arrival. I can sense it approaching from the way he grows even harder inside me. Impossibly hard. His sacs, which had been swinging and slapping against me, now tighten in preparation.
He starts to pull out.
I stop him.