Chapter 54 Jean #2
With a needful cry, I press back into him, grinding my butt against his groin.
I’m thinking about what he said this morning, about how the breeding drugs only make me compatible with the Emperor.
Maybe I’m crazy to believe him. He’s a criminal after all, and a traitor to boot, but I don’t believe he would lie just to trick me. It’s not his style.
Venim stills behind me, not thrusting, but not pulling out either. His cock is hard as stone inside me, and I know he’s ready to explode, but somehow he’s holding it in. Waiting. Making sure I truly want this.
I let him know that I do.
Moaning and gasping, I rock my body back and forth, sliding my sex up and down his stiff length, gripping him hard, jacking him with my pussy, sucking him with it, begging for his hot, thick cum.
“Give it to me,” I whine. “I want to feel it inside me.”
Without the translator device, Venim cannot understand what I’m saying, but he doesn’t need to. My body speaks to him in a universal language that transcends words. And it’s no longer begging; it’s demanding.
His body trembles as his discipline starts to break.
Then, with a roar, he loses control completely, flooding my depths with far more than I could ever hope to hold.
By the second pulse, I’m already overflowing.
I can hear it dripping out of me, splattering on the ground between my knees. I can smell it too, pungent and warm.
There’s so much.
Oh God, there’s so very much…
It takes a full minute or more for Venim to get every drop of fluid out of his body and into mine, and even when he’s finished, he doesn’t pull out immediately.
His cock is still rock hard, and he slowly stirs it within me, as if making sure that every part of my insides is coated with his cum.
When he finally does withdraw, the sensation of his sticky warmth seeping out of me and oozing down my thighs is enough to make me shiver.
“More,” I whisper, hardly able to believe my own voice. “I need more.”
Again, the aliens cannot understand me, and again, it does not matter. They are males, after all. Prisoners. They have not had the chance to spill their seed inside a female in God knows how long.
And they are not going to let Venim have all the fun.
It is Scythro who claims me next. I sit on his lap and ride him face-to-face while he purrs.
That soft vibration penetrates me deeper than any cock could ever reach, making me come in places and ways I didn’t even know were possible.
I cannot see him with my blindfold on, but I can feel his clever eyes watching me as I climax, studying every reaction—every gasp, every twitch, every tremor of passion.
And I sense something else as well. A massive presence looming beside us. The sound of a rough hand stroking a ridged shaft.
Ghorak. The great horned mystery.
Scythro summons him closer with a sound.
His hard cock thrusts between Scythro’s face and my own.
I lick one side of it while Scythro licks the other.
As it retreats, our lips and tongues come together, hungry and wet.
Then Ghorak thrusts forward again, separating our mouths once more with his textured shaft.
All three of us moan with pleasure.
Venim moans too. I can hear him stroking himself as he watches and catches his breath.
Scythro’s tail is between my legs now, tickling my rear hole.
With the tip, he gathers the fluid leaking out of me—a mixture of Venim’s cum and my own hot arousal—and he uses it as lubrication to penetrate me back there too.
The flexible appendage slithers inside me deeper than deep, fucking me from behind while his cock fucks the front of me.
And Ghorak fucks our kiss.
When Scythro finally bursts inside me, it feels even better than all of my climaxes combined. His stuff gushes into me in quantities that rival Venim’s, and I tremble at the sinful sensation of it seeping out of me, slow and thick like honey.
Ghorak is the last to claim me, but he is far from the least. On the contrary, he’s bigger than the other two. Much bigger. It hurts when he pushes into me, but the pain only makes the pleasure that much more intense.
I take him on my back on the dirty ground, legs spread wide for him as he ruts me hard and deep.
His heavy balls thump against my bottom as he breeds me.
His ridges set me ablaze. The other two kneel beside my head, one on either side of me, and I turn my face back and forth, sucking one of them, then the other, jacking them both with my hands as Ghorak pounds into me.
When he finally comes, I come with him, and Scythro comes too, sending sticky ropes of salty cream streaking across my face and tongue.
Venim is the only one who doesn’t join in.
He has something else in mind.
When the blindfold comes off, the light from the Vents is almost blinding, but it does little to extinguish the flames of lust that are still raging inside me.
I look down between my open legs, where Ghorak is still penetrating me, and I can see the base of his shaft pulsating as he continues coming inside me.
It should be no surprise that his load is the biggest of all, and when he finally pulls out, the river that comes flowing out after him puts a flush of heat into my cheeks.
I moan aloud at the sensation of their tripled orgasms mingling inside me. It feels incredible. So dirty. So right.
Venim says something to Scythro, and the blue alien retrieves my breathing mask from where I abandoned it earlier. Then, together, they place it over my head.
“How do you feel?” Scythro asks.
I smile up at him.
“Messy,” I answer. “How do I look?”
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Venim doesn’t say anything. He is still jacking himself slowly with an expression of intense concentration on his handsome face. In his other hand, he’s holding the blindfold. He moves around between my legs and gestures to the others.
“Hold her open,” he says.
Scythro and Ghorak keep my legs spread while Venim wipes my pussy with the blindfold, cleaning away the cum and sweat and arousal. Then he kneels between my thighs and starts to stroke himself harder and faster than before, aiming his tip directly at my throbbing center.
The glue comes shooting out of him, the same way it did the first time he spanked me and sealed me.
It gushes over my pussy and inner thighs, staining my skin a deep shade of blue.
Once I am fully coated with the stuff, he lowers his face between my legs and starts to blow.
It only takes a few seconds for the glue to dry.
He has sealed me again, sealed me shut with the seed of three inside me.
Once it is fully set, he places his hand on top of my pussy like he’s getting ready to swear a solemn oath.
And, in a way, I guess that’s what he does.
“Here’s the deal,” he says in a voice so hard and cold it sends chills spiraling through my veins.
“From here on out, this belongs to us and us alone. We three may breed it with our cocks and our seed. We three, and no one else. Should any other male dare to touch it, he shall die a quick and bloody death. Agreed?”
He looks around at the other two aliens. After a moment, Scythro places his hand atop Venim’s.
“Sounds good to me,” he says.
Ghorak places his hand on the pile.
“Me too.”
Then all three of them turn and look at me, their eyes gleaming with silent expectation. They are waiting for my response.
I do not keep them waiting long. I place my hand on top of theirs and nod.
“Agreed,” I whisper. “But…”
“Yes?” Venim asks.
“You glued me shut. What are we going to do when I need you inside me again?”
He is deadly serious when he answers.
“Then I will lick you clean, woman, so that we three may breed you a second time.”