“That was the most beautiful, erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” Hilom whispered, his breath teasing her nipples. “And I want to see it again.”
“And again,” Fen growled, releasing his bite. He licked the lovemark, the wet warmth of his tongue making Lanie moan and arch.
Horny was still on his feet, though he leaned back against the far wall of the tunnel as he recovered. A purplish flush colored his pale, milky skin—it added to his alien beauty, in Lanie’s opinion. He watched his brakka kiss and caress her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Whether or not you can ever take my cock in your cunt, you’re mine. The pleasure…” he shuddered, as if even talking about her skill was his undoing. “I’ll never let you go now,” he vowed.
“She’s ours,” Fen agreed, mouthing at her neck and scraping his teeth along the delicate column.
“Yes,” Hilom whispered. He sucked her entire nipple into his mouth, pulling until she cried out. When he let go, the pebbled tip was red and engorged. “I don’t think we’ll ever get enough.”
Lanie was panting and needy, too absorbed in the demands of her body to heed their words. A hot flush had spread over her body, quickening the pounding ache between her legs. Another orgasm was right…there. Too far for her to reach on her own. A screech of frustration earned her chuckles from her males, their amusement battering her with hot breath that teased her flesh into goosebumps.
“Please! Please!” Lanie chanted, over and over, her throat raw with passion.
Just as Hilom began to sink down in front of her, his gorgeous, sweet lips on the trail to her clit, Horny called a halt. “Stop,” he commanded. “She deserves better than mating like this. We’ll take her to our cave, mate her properly.”
“No!” Lanie wailed, her body on fire for them. “Help me!”
Horny squatted down, nudging Hilom out of the way. “We’re going to take care of you, Lanie. We’re just going to do it right, in the privacy of our home.”
“I’m burning,” she whispered, still writhing. “It hurts.”
Horny frowned. “What hurts?”
It wasn’t normal, her pain—Lanie struggled against Fen’s grip on her wrists, panic beginning to bubble up and overrun her reason. “There’s something wrong, it isn’t supposed to hurt—I’m begging you!” she cried. “Make it stop, make me come!”
“Should I go get the humans? A healer?” Hilom asked.
Horny shook his head. “No…this seems familiar, somehow.”
Familiar? Lanie howled as the hot throb of her arousal spiked into pain again, her body clenching and jerking with the absolute need to come. If this was familiar, Horny had damn well better make it stop! She twisted and squirmed, unable to keep still against the tide of overwhelming sensation.
“It’s the cum,” he whispered after a moment, voice strained. “A lover told me once, long ago, that girls lick a few drops of it from a males’ cock before their first joining…it’s an aphrodisiac, and allows them to enjoy the experience without pain. It helps them stretch. They couldn’t do what Lanie did—they’ve got fangs—but they could get a drop or two. I’d forgotten…it was so long ago,” he said.
His tortured expression didn’t ease Lanie’s pain. She bucked, her clit ceaselessly begging for comfort. “Help!” she screamed. “Please, please make it stop!”
“She didn’t just lick a few drops,” Fen said softly.
“We don’t have time to get her back to the cave—we have to find somewhere close and help her now,” Hilom demanded. “She’s in agony.”
Now they were getting it! Lanie panted hard, her relief purely mental. The physical pain of being so stimulated was edging toward torture. Only whimpers escaped when she opened her mouth to beg for help again.
Horny picked her up, his strong arms chafing against her sensitized skin. She hissed and then rubbed herself against him, her freed hands clawing at him as she continued to writhe wantonly.
“The bathing room,” Fen suggested. “Everyone is in the Den, hoping to see and speak to the females, so it should be empty.”
“I’ll stand guard while you and Hilom take care of her,” Horny said. He took off running, Lanie cradled against his chest. “No one will interrupt,” he promised.
She couldn’t guess how much time passed. Her skin was puckered and uncomfortable, making every ripple of movement a test of endurance. Her nipples were beady nubs demanding attention, the tips drawn so tight that they appeared obscene. Lanie keened, her need so intense that tears poured from eyes, blinding her.
“We’re here, Lanie. We’re here,” Horny whispered. He pressed a kiss to her lips and she opened for him, sucking on his lips with desperation. She cried pitifully when he pulled away, but Hilom and Fen descended on her.
Hilom’s adorable little nose-horn nuzzled against her cheek, a gentle caress before he moved away, gliding down toward her swollen clit. Fen swooped in to nuzzle her, too, but he stayed there, cheek to cheek with her until she gasped and bucked.
Hilom’s tongue went wild between her legs, rocketing her into an orgasm instantly. She screeched and thrashed at the enormity of her relief, trembling uncontrollably—but before she could whisper prayers of thanks, Fen licked at her bottom lip. As if doused in kerosene, she was alight again.
Fen’s kiss deepened on a groan, and Hilom drew her entire clit into his mouth, sucking for all he was worth. Lanie reached down and grabbed the spiraled horns jutting up from her lover’s head and wrenched on Hilom, forcing more pressure, more suction.
But still it wasn’t enough.
“More,” she begged, turning her head from Fen. “I need more!”
There was no arguing, and Hilom didn’t take his sweet time about it. Two thick fingers shoved into her sopping-wet channel, thrusting and retreating with enough skill to have her once again on the cusp—but he slowed, pumping only enough to suspend her on the edge.
It felt better than the best sex she’d ever had, and still it wasn’t enough.
The pain of being denied, of being so horribly, wretchedly aroused made Lanie sob. “Please, Hilom! I’ll do anything,” she swore, her pride gone in the face of her agony. “Please!”
“Will you take his cock?” Fen asked, his lips a butterfly-kiss across her ear.
“Yes!” Lanie would have taken anything. It felt like her insides were melting; the fire of her need was burning through her, destroying everything in its path. “Fuck me,” she begged, hoping that would work—would put an end to the pain.
Fen shifted from her side, scooting behind her so that she was half-laying in his lap. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs finding her nipples expertly. The hard rod of Fen’s cock pressed into her spine, a beam of support as Hilom crawled up between her thighs.
The thick monster between Hilom’s legs wasn’t as big as Horny’s club, but it was still larger than any dick Lanie had enjoyed before. She experienced a moment of anxiety as he positioned himself at her body’s entrance, but the raw ecstasy of his touch—of the hot, damp tip massaging her slit—put an end to her nerves.
“Relax,” Fen whispered into her ear, voice pitched low and soothing. “Let Hilom make you feel better.” Lanie obeyed, her body going as pliant as a marshmallow.
Hilom didn’t slide home—he rocked into her gently, gliding only an inch into her before retreating. The teasing entry would have felt wonderful under any other circumstances. But Lanie’s body was finished. Done. She had to have a cock in her body now.
She grabbed Hilom’s hips and yanked, surprising both Lu’O into shouting worriedly when Hilom fell fully upon her—but they needn’t have bothered. Lanie’s scream was one of pure pleasure, and she locked her legs around Hilom’s trim waist to ensure it continued.
Once assured that she wasn’t in pain, Hilom groaned and shuddered, obviously relishing the deep penetration. But two seconds was enough time to enjoy stillness, and Lanie bucked under him, silently demanding he fuck her.
He glared at her and withdrew his thick, perfect, throb
bing dick. Lanie moaned, the heat of her pain lessening now that he’d filled her, dampening the fire. She cut off the joyful sound when he didn’t immediately thrust back into her, though, and peeked up from beneath her lust-heavy lashes.
“You want more of my cock?” he asked, eyes still narrowed in a glare.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, more.”
He grabbed her wrists, shackling them to the side of her body with his enormous hands. “Then you’ll submit,” he snarled at her, “and accept my cock however I give it to you.”
Though his expression was tense—so very different from the sweetness she’d come to expect from him—she wasn’t afraid, not even at the harsh snarl. His tip was still in her, palpitating in time with the never-ending spasms that wracked her cunt. To keep him there, to have him fuck her, she’d agree to anything.
“I submit,” she promised, ready to beg if that was what he wanted.
Her whispered words calmed him, and the tense expression faded to one of pleased intensity; Hilom’s brow beaded with sweat, but his full lips were parted, open to allow grunts free as he whipped his hips forward.
The monster-sized dick filled her absolutely, stretching her with a stinging burn…but she loved it. He slid in and out with smooth, almost gentle precision for a while. The pace did nothing to ease her achingly sensitive clit, but it did put out the worst of her inner-fire. No longer was she melting or writhing from overstimulation. She was in nirvana, floating on cum-coated clouds.
Only then, when she’d truly relaxed, did Hilom pound into her. He picked up the pace in increments, as if to test her ability to cope, and Lanie had to bite her lip to keep from demanding more. She’d promised to submit, and she’d keep that promise if it was the last thing she’d ever do…nothing was going to stop him or the blissful friction she needed.
However, there was no stopping the ragged, porn-star moans. Lanie would’ve been embarrassed—humiliated, in fact—if she could have spared a thought for how wanton she sounded. But the alien grinding into her didn’t seem to mind, and neither did the one still playing with her tits. They purred along with her, their throaty sounds just as carnal as her own.
Hilom flicked her clit with his thumb, strumming her as if he were some kind of extraterrestrial guitarist—a damn good one. Lanie shuddered and bucked as much as possible under her lover’s weight, riding the edge…almost there…
Fen pinched her nipple—hard—and the sensual punishment translated the perfect amount of oh-my-god to Lanie’s desperate clit.
Boom.
Lanie screamed at the cataclysmic orgasm, lost to the numbing ecstasy. Distantly, she heard Hilom shout out, too. The high from her pleasure lifted her up, making her weightless and tingling and…full.
“I’ve got you,” Fen murmured, his lips pressing to hers. The fullness eased and then returned, the motion stringing out her bliss until the orgasm morphed into two, Lanie’s body rippling and writhing on her way to another high.
The thrusting devolved into sublime grinding, and Fen’s grunts were music to her ears, a sexy backdrop to the ringing pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him as she came down from the peak, holding on so she wouldn’t lose herself again.
His muscles rippled under her hands, slick with their combined sweat. It wasn’t until he gripped her ass, holding her cheeks firmly so he could jackhammer into her body, that Lanie became aware enough to realize Hilom and Fen had switched up. She bit down into Fen’s shoulder, gripping with enough force to make him howl as his pace stuttered.
Hot spurts deep within her signaled Fen was tapped out, but he kept up the thrusts for several long moments, seeming to enjoy the prolonged contact. When he finally eased down over her, settling their bodies as their breathing evened, she was exhausted.
The earlier pain was gone, her insides cool and sated. Thank fuck.
“My turn,” Horny said, voice raspy and bit growly. He pulled Fen away and braced himself over Lanie.
Lanie groaned. “No more, please,” she begged. “I need to wash off, eat, and then take a nap…” And good thing they were in the alien’s bathing chamber…a veritable flood of cum was running down her thighs.
“You want to wash off our scent?” Fen asked. She’d only known him a short time, but she recognized hurt in his voice.
“Have you changed you mind about us?” Hilom’s handsome face was creased with worry, his horns tilted down to emphasize his concern. “Did we hurt you?”
Lanie couldn’t make heads or tails of their reactions. They were in a bathing room but didn’t want her to clean up after sex? “I don’t understand,” she told them. “Why would you think that?”
Horny sat back on his heels, thighs spread just outside her own. “We’ve marked you with our scent.” He smeared his fingers in the cum leaking out of her, rubbing it into her flesh before cupping her pussy—as if to keep the rest inside her. “But you don’t wear our lifebonding bites yet…if you wash away our scent, you’re washing away our claim.”
Lanie squirmed. He was saying…what? She had to be permanently covered in cum? Or just until the lifebonding bites? “I don’t know what you mean about scent, but humans wash after sex. Women can get infections—uh, down there—if we’re not careful about hygiene.”
“It’s just until we mark you with our venom,” Horny soothed. He leaned down and brushed a kiss over her lips. “We’ll wash you ourselves after that.”
Lanie almost swooned in relief. She loved getting hot and sweaty, but she was a very fastidious person by nature and always cleaned immediately after taking care of business. “Can’t you just bite me now?”
“A brakka mates as one.” Horny nuzzled her. “We’ll go to our private cave and do it right, my Charm.”
Wait. Hold up. “Mate as…one?”
All three males grinned, their lustful expressions leaving no doubt about the meaning of that particular phrase. Lanie gulped back a bit of panic. She’d never had more than one partner at a time—didn’t think it was even possible with the monsters swinging from their hips.
Lanie buried her face in her hands. What had she gotten herself into?
Chapter 6
Lanie was so busy worrying about the how-to of mating that she didn’t immediately notice the atmosphere within the Den. It was Paul’s stifled laughter that drew her out of her thoughts, and then she was staring a room full of knowing grins right in the face.
“Uh…” she automatically drew back, shifted behind Horny. “What’s all this?”
“Congrats on the lifebonding!” Paul shouted. “Sounded fun!”
It sounded fun? Lanie peered around Horny. Paul was cackling like a loon, as were most of the other males in the room. Only Dee and Sarah looked vaguely uncomfortable—Dee was even blushing to the roots of her auburn hair.
“The caves aren’t, um, soundproofed,” Dee squeaked, her embarrassed gaze hopping between Lanie and her brakka.
“I thought I was geared for visual stimulation,” Paul snickered. “Nope! I’m an audio-man!”
Lanie gasped and hid behind Horny, mortified by what she was hearing—by what everyone had heard. Her stomach lurched, and her skin felt clammy. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, tears of humiliation burning her eyes. “I can’t be here…”
Her brakka must have heard her panic, because they all growled. The Den quieted instantly, and she heard shuffles as people moved back in a rush. Hilom swept Lanie up into his arms, making sure to stay behind Horny to shield her; without another word, they marched her to a set of diamond stairs and then up to their cave.
Lanie had her face against Hilom’s chest, silently crying the whole way. Only once Horny moved a solid block of diamond in front of the cave’s entrance did she calm, the door providing enough privacy for her to wipe her eyes.
“Little Charm, why are you crying?” Fen murmured, scooping her from Hilom’s arms and into his own. He kissed away the remaining tears on her cheeks.
Her breath was still coming in little g
asping pants, so Lanie didn’t answer right away. Instead, she let the brakka soothe her, their kisses and gentle, stroking hands easing some of her embarrassment. Her shame.
“I’ve never enjoyed public displays of affection, and I’ve always kept my sexuality private—my body is my business.” It hadn’t been a sore subject before the slavers…but after? The door to those memories wobbled, and Lanie squeezed her eyes closed and tried to imagine barricading it. But it was no use.
With another sob, she let the memories out.
Brandon had stashed her in the police’s supply closet; she was comatose, too numb to help him barricade the windows and doors. Other people were running around, doing what little they could to keep out the infected horde. And outside, just beyond the cinderblock-walls, were screams. So many screams…
But it was the thunderous crash from within the building that shook Lanie from her stupor.
She’d huddled down behind the brooms and mops, shivering with adrenaline, as the structure swayed and shuddered. Had the infected colonists gotten on the roof? Collapsed a wall? She didn’t know, and she wasn’t brave enough to find out.
It wasn’t until she heard strange voices speaking a strange language that she realized something beyond zombies was attacking Paradise…
The door swung open, and Lanie froze in panic. She was hidden, safe—or so she thought. The alien brushed aside the brooms with an absent swipe of his enormous hand and jerked her upright by her hair without missing a beat, as if he’d known exactly where she was. She screamed in pain and fear, and the male had laughed.
Brandon and the three other men who’d been fortifying the little building were trussed up like turkeys, bound and gagged. But the aliens…they didn’t do that to Lanie.
She shuddered and pinched herself, forcing the memories away. “I can’t stand being watched and then laughed at,” she whispered. “Not after what happened on Paradise.”
There was a long silence as the brakka absorbed her words, but they never stopped comforting her. Fen’s big hand petted her hair, sweeping from the crown of her head down to middle of her back in smooth strokes. “You didn’t mind the three of us?” he asked, voice pitched to a low murmur.
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