by Tahlia Black
Meanwhile, Fortus parts my cheeks, dipping his cock into my pussy and then using the wet head of it to lubricate my tightened anus. He presses against it firmly, thumbs deep in my ass crack to pull me wide.
I gasp around Tyrus’s cock as my flesh parts and yields to Fortus’s huge cock, the head moving past the tight ring of my sphincter and deep into my ass.
Fortus’s thumbs come right against the rim of my back passage and pull, allowing his cock to sink another inch or two into my tight backside.
I try to relax, taking Tyrus’s cock back into my mouth and rolling my tongue around the head.
Inch by inch, Fortus deepens the penetration. I begin to enjoy the sensation as he moves out and in. The pressure his cock applies is different to the other brothers, the texture too.
I pant around Tyrus’s cock while Stratus plays with my hanging breasts below, pulling each nipple to strict attention with his mouth, fingers and teeth.
I swallow more of Tyrus’s cock. It grows harder. I let him move all the way into my throat, breathing through my nose as my lips run over the root of his member and the salty essence that has ringed against it.
Fortus tells me to relax, the passion building. “Don’t be afraid,” he says, adding pressure to the small of my back. He reaches forward and pulls at my hair as he breaches me. This pleasure is raw, deep, as the sensation settles into my belly and I am filled by his cock. With little thrusts he starts moving further and further until I’m moaning unrestrained as my mouth and throat are filled with Tyrus’s cock.
“You’re doing beautifully,” Stratus assures from the side.
Fortus slides back out and I clench down to try and keep him inside, relaxing as he presses inside and groans. Nerves I never knew existed come to life as I’m opened up. There is no hiding my arousal or true feelings now, even on my wedding bed as Fortus slides home and fills me completely with the full length of his member.
I twist and shift, holding Tyrus’s cock out to take in a single, rattling breath. I take him back in, wanting to please him desperately, wanting to please them all infinitely.
The feeling of fullness is delicious, a siege of constant sensation. The penetration is so taboo, so utterly primal I cannot imagine how I have gone without real flesh all this time. Human cocks simply can’t compare.
I never considered polygamy could be a permanent, stable state, but being bedded by all three brothers I know this is going to work. There is no power play or struggle for dominance, no alpha or omega. They work together as a single, seamless force to drive my pleasure higher.
I work Tyrus’s cock over and over, letting him move deeper into my throat with every thrust. My ass is filled full, but the power I feel is overwhelming.
Fingers tangled in my hair, Fortus pulls me back onto his cock as the base of Tyrus’s presses against my lips. My body conforms to the cock buried inside it as a new idea pushes its way into my head.
No, surely not.
My ass is already so tightly packed… but all three? Do they not deserve pleasure at the same time? Do you not deserve it?
I glance sideways and see Stratus has grown back to full strength. I hold Tyrus’s cock free and turn to Stratus. “I want you in my pussy,” I tell him, eyes cloudy with lust as Fortus continues to pump into my asshole in short, sharp thrusts.
Stratus nods and slides underneath me, angling his cock towards my still soaking pussy.
I suck Tyrus hard, my cheeks hollowing as I work his entire shaft.
Stratus presses forward with timid thrusts. He steadily gains ground inside me, each time his shaft sliding just below his brother’s, which continues to ream out my asshole above.
I concentrate on the immense pleasure enveloping me, pleasure that borders so close to pain as the two cocks begin to press against one another through the thin wall that separates my ass and pussy. I roll my tongue over Tyrus’s cock, lick its head and underside with all the affection and adoration I can muster. All the while Fortus and Stratus press inside me, Stratus now completely swallowed up into my wetness. Together, the two brothers surge forward until I’m gasping for air.
I’ve never been so full. Both brothers are deep inside my body, taking up all available space while the third fills my mouth. I stay still, impaled from all ends by their members, a once impossible fantasy come to life.
Caught between the three of them, I drown in pleasure as Tyrus continues to slide his cock in and out of my mouth. His fingers comb through my hair in a tender show of intimacy. I whimper as he pets me, crying quiet tears of joy and happiness.
Behind me, Fortus is grunting with the effort of filling my ass. I’m stretched so tight back there it’s almost unbearable. Nerves spark and flitter, both men holding my hips as they thrust into my body together. My clitoris grinds against Stratus’s pelvis, the pressure against it fanning the fire within me.
“Your ass is Vexing amazing,” grunts Fortus, dragging his cock out until the head is caught in the tight ring of muscle that marks the start of my anal passage. “It is everything I dreamed of and more.” He thrusts forward with a such a frenzied pace my breath is stolen completely.
All three brothers begin to work together. Tyrus stiffens and flexes in my mouth. Fortus plunges forward as Stratus pulls back, grinding against my clit perfectly as they build their rhythm.
I let myself spill over. I give myself to sensation and submit myself to my brothers, my Masters. They have my body, my heart. All that remains is my soul.
The pressure builds. I groan, close to agony as I taste the salty essence of Tyrus starting to leak out against my tongue. I pull his shaft out and look him in the eyes. “My love,” I tell him, squeezing the root of his cock, “give me your seed.” I draw him back inside, his hands against my head in a desperate attempt to find the darkest, deepest reaches of my throat.
The brothers synchronize their pace behind me, each moving quickly in and out of my body as I hurtle towards yet another climax.
Just as Tyrus begins to release, I follow suit. My whole body convulses in pleasure as the orgasm rips through me. I cry out their names, one after the other, as my body is ravaged.
They slam into me over and over, trying to mark me as their own. I welcome their release, beg them to fill me with it so we can start a family, a new future free of the Alliance.
I suck Tyrus back in and start to swallow around his cock, letting my throat muscles do the work. His cock stiffens and pulses. I swallow the hot meal that follows, savoring the salty and rich flavor of his load as I drink it down.
Both Stratus and Fortus bellow from behind me, hilting themselves in my ass and pussy as they release their own sweet seed deep into my womb. I buck and twist as the sensual torture tears through me. Any composure I was hanging onto is stripped away. I don’t breathe. I don’t think. I exist on an eternal plain of ecstasy, filled tight in every orifice I have.
When the climax wears off, I collapse sideways onto the bed in a sweaty mess, panting and body continuing to pulse with sensation. The three brothers curl around me, cocooning me in color and warmth. I picture myself as a baby bird in a nest, forever comforted and kept safe.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
EVE
No words can prepare me for the spectacle of the wedding. It’s more of a wild, all-inclusive party than a stuffy ceremony. It’s held in the clouds themselves amongst an ever-changing borealis, colors I’ve never seen before lighting the sky. My legs are weak from earlier, but I manage to stand tall and proud as I approach the brothers.
They’re lit by the twin suns at their backs, more gods than man. Fortus stands to their right smiling, the gathered upper echelon of Dothkhan society throwing what at first seems like flower petals but on closer observations is a kind of blanket of webbed crystal. It breaks and floats apart as I walk, gathered around me in a wash of luminescence.
How could I have ever attacked this planet? I wonder. How could I have attacked these Dothkhan who now show me such love and affection?
On my finger is the ring Stratus had made for me, the rare mykantium half turned turquoise in the light. With it, I understand everything that I have lost, and won, since my capture. It has all been for a higher purpose. Once the transmission gets out, there will be no doubt amongst the steadfast soldiers of the Alliance. The betrayal will simply be too great for my father to recover from.
Or will it? says the voice of doubt. No one knows how acutely powerful he is but me.
But then I look to my saviors, to the brothers, and I know deeper still they will fight to the end to protect what is theirs, and now that means me and the children I shall bear, the best of our species. That child will not grow up in a world of war and power mongering, where every taught action and impulse is to help serve the Alliance. They will grow up empowered by role models of a different kind. They will know the truth.
They will be stronger for it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
EVE
The celebrations continue through the night and long into the morning. Waking late, I wander the castle smiling to myself, comforted by the ring around my finger and with it the safety and security the brothers offer.
I stand outside the dock, decide to enter.
The dock is quiet. I walk around the fighters, finding my own in the corner. The Alliance soldier I shot did well repairing it. The new markings too, are impressive.
I place my hand on the panel. “Fancy seeing you again, old girl.”
“I’m looking forward to teaching you how to fly our fighters,” comes a familiar voice.
I turn to find Stratus standing there, an odd wrench in his hand that looks more bone than metal.
I point to a space under the wing, a small marking. “Do you know what’s underneath this panel?”
He shakes his head. “I confess I do not.”
I stroke the area. “It’s a self-destruct mechanism, manual override only.”
“Plasma?”
“Nuclear, small, but don’t worry. It’s well encased.”
Stratus comes closer, examining the panel. “You’re saying at any moment you could have set it off, destroyed us all, half the Tu’vata valley?”
“Yes,” I reply dimly.
“But you didn’t.”
“No.”
“Why?”
I face him and don’t know if any human man could match the beauty I now see in those obsidian eyes. “Because I would never have had the chance to know you and your brothers, to know the truth about the Dothkhan and your world.”
“I’ve heard humans say ignorance is bliss.”
I laugh. “Humans say a lot of stupid shit.”
He looks puzzled. “Shit?”
“Excrement,” I laugh back.
“That’s a strange expression.”
“For a strange species, one so happily bent on self-destruction.”
He takes hold of my hips, pressing me against him. “I think there are certain admirable virtues in the human race, specific ‘features’ any hot-blooded male, Dothkhan or not, would find appealing.”
“You only want to ravish me, to selfishly please yourself like a human man.”
He stands back in mock offense. “You’re saying I have not considered your pleasure. Have you not come, called my name often in ecstasy? We don’t even have a word for ‘selfish.’ It is a human edifice and a human edifice alone.”
“Show me,” I tease. “Prove it to me.”
“Prove what?”
Tyrus and Fortus emerge from the back of the docks. Perhaps they can scent I’m in heat.
Fortus looks up at my fighter. “Do Alliance pilots work on their own fighters?”
“We do,” I nod. “It’s part of our training, though I took a particular interest in the mechanics of all Alliance vehicles. I was worried I’d crash-land on some strange, alien world and be unable to get back home.”
The three brothers smile amongst themselves. “And now?” says Tyrus. “Do you still wish to return ‘home’?”
“The Alliance is my home no longer.” I run a hand under my tunic to the wet space between my legs beating in soft anticipation of what I know is to come. “Perhaps you can persuade me to stay.”
Before me are three fine specimens of the Dothkhan form, text-holo specimens. I could blow us all away in a matter of seconds, but I won’t. I’ve come too far, learnt and discovered so much about myself. I owe that to the brothers.
Every cock is hardening before me, but, as usual, Fortus’s looks especially large. My pussy twitches at the thought of taking him, ass clenching in delight at the prospect it’s about to see some action.
The smell of metal, grease, and rubber is heavy in the air, something else I cannot pinpoint but that’s causing me to grow especially wet and heady.
“Well, are you just going to stand there,” I tell them, “or are you going to attend to your dock’s newest arrival?”
Stratus stalks around me, lifting my tunic from the back over my head and tossing it to Tyrus, who brings it to his nose. “A new arrival, you say? And what work does this arrival need in order to get it prepared for the dark reaches of space once more?”
“I need a full service and flush, top to bottom, inside and out, every hole plugged up, every leak attended to,” I purr. “I’m sure you can handle the appropriate lubrication.”
They get the picture, all three coming closer to form a semi-circle around me.
“Junior,” says Stratus, referring to Fortus, “It looks like you might get your wish after all.”
I stand up straight and let my hair out, tossing it back and shaking it free.
All three brothers are staring at me, eyes wandering rapidly over every inch of my tight, toned body.
I press my chest out, attempt to display myself as provocatively as possible. My well-formed breasts strain against my chest, cleavage so deep you could lose a search party in there.
I watch them take in my bare sex, my slit already slippery with arousal.
Their cocks stir. It makes me happy to see their cocks lift right before my eyes, the sexual power I hold here.
Tyrus comes forward and takes my breasts in his hands, my dusky nipples pressed firmly into the solid palms of his hands. He lets them drop and takes me by the shoulders, pushing me over a table, a bottle of lubricant spilling out onto the floor, a tray of bone-like nuts sent in the same direction.
I lie there with legs dangling over the edge. Stratus is before me, his hard body toned and tessellated. His cock juts out, a huge pole hard and rigid.
I can smell his sweat, the musky masculinity leaking from his pores, his sex.
Fortus comes up to the side of me. I’m pleased to see he’s equally excited, a pearly drop of pre-cum in the slit of his cock, hand subtly stroking his dick up and down. Tyrus hangs back, observing.
Stratus reaches down and takes a fistful of my hair, pulling me forward until I’m on my knees before him. It’s not the first time I’ve been in this position. I know exactly what to do.
I reach down and take him around the root, his manhood rigid and hot in my grip. Holding him, I lower my head and take him inside my mouth, filling it with saliva. I make it especially sloppy, strands of drool and spittle running down his shaft as I bob up and down eagerly. Even ‘normal,’ he’s bigger than any human I’ve had before. He tastes different, and I fucking love it, my center growing increasingly moist at the thought of an eternity spent with these exquisite creatures.
Fortus takes my other hand and wraps it around his cock, sawing it back and forth in my grip. His pre-cum leaves oily streaks on my palm, his glans rubbing back and forth over the pillow of flesh between my thumb and index finger.
Stratus drags up more of my hair, twisting it around his hand and using it to draw my head up and down over his cock. He sw
ings his hips forward, each time driving a little deeper into my mouth.
I want to show him what I’m capable of, what I have learned. I relax my muscles and drop my head all the way down his shaft, take him deep into my gullet and let him settle there.
He gives a stuttered moan and rams even deeper, my lips caught against my hand around his root, his masculine essence filling me.
I pretend to gag a little, to choke on his dick. Human guys love that, the idea that they’re so large they could literally kill you with their cock. Here, I could think of worse ways to go.
I contract my throat muscles and draw him back out, but he holds my head firm and punches in again, buttocks pressed tightly together.
This time I really am struggling to breathe, letting go of his dick and tapping against his thigh. Still he holds position. I squeeze the young one’s member, but he takes it as a sign of arousal, sawing into my hand faster.
I’m going blue, eyes watering and everything disappearing into a pinpoint. I’m just about to drift off when Stratus pulls my head away, strands of saliva falling in wet ribbons to the floor and his throbbing cock streaked and glistening before me.
“See,” he announces to the others, “see how she takes a Dothkhan cock as if were nothing, a twig.”
He takes hold of his balls in one hand and offers them to me. I hold eye contact and take one into my mouth, lightly feathering it with my tongue before letting it roll away and sucking the other inside.
“Easy now,” he says, voice strained.
He lets go of my hair and pushes me away. I sit on my heels breathing hard, waiting for what’s next. Surely the brothers aren’t short of ideas being cooped up in this castle all day.
Stroking his cock, Stratus address Fortus. “You have been too long incarcerated, brother. Did you not thirst for this in captivity, for real pussy?”
Fortus laughs. “Yes, brother, but I never dreamed of taking a human like this, a goddess. You’re my first human, Nu’va. I understand the attraction.”
He looks nervous, his cock twitchy in his hand. I’m excited at the thought he’d never had a human before me, of being his first. I recall my first time. It was with a redheaded dock mechanic on the mothership shortly after I joined the Academy. He hardly lasted a minute before creaming the insides of my thighs.