by Ella Long
The hardness of Sadhbah’s cock finally pressed against my pussy. The tentacles didn’t stop, teasing and flicking at me while Sadhbah slowly penetrated me.
His massive cock slowly stretched my tight walls, claiming me as his, as theirs. Helpless, I let out a long groan as he seated himself fully in me.
For a long moment, he stayed still, the throbbing of his length and the swirling of his tentacles the only motion.
And then he broke, grabbing my thighs, pulling me to him and pounding me savagely, striking against my clit with every driving stroke.
Ghislan slid off my chest, holding me down with one arm across my shoulders, head bowed over my breasts and began to lick and suck at my tight nipples.
I gibbered, lost to words between Sadhbah’s brutal fucking and Ghislan’s soft attentions, and then shrieked as Ghislan bit the soft underside of my breast with his sharp teeth.
“Oh!”
The sharp pain faded into a hazy glow as he licked the abused flesh, then moved to the other breast.
I turned my head and Ghislan slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me, hard and deep. It felt like he was trying to lick his own cum out of my mouth and it made me so fucking horny I almost came again.
Sadhbah could feel my pussy gripping him and seemed determined to show it who was boss. His hard cock pounded into me with a relentless rhythm, never slowing or changing pace no matter how hard my pussy spasmed.
Orgasms piled on top of each other as his cock stretched me out and his body slammed into mine.
Gradually, Ghislan moved beside me and Sadhbah slowed down, pulling back.
I wondered if I was finally going to get a chance to catch my breath when I felt their firm hands on me, turning me over.
Ghislan dragged me on top of him, my body utterly limp, too wracked with pleasure for me to even try to sit up.
“Be still, my mate,” he whispered as he lifted my hips just enough to be able to push into my pussy. “You’ve taken your punishment, now take your reward.”
I let him move me, rock his hips gently as he sank deeper and deeper into me, the tentacles writhing and grinding against my mound, slowly bringing me back to the edge of madness.
And then there was more.
Sadhbah’s hand rested on my back, pressing my chest against Ghislan’s, when from behind me his thick fingers pushed their way alongside Ghislan’s cock, thrusting until I shook from the extra fullness.
Then he took the drenched digits, rubbed them in the crack of my cheeks and pushed one, then another, then a third in the tight hole.
Caught between them, I whimpered and squirmed until Ghislan pressed his lips against mine, the gentle teasing of his tongue against the seam of my lips a fascinating distraction.
Alternately, his tongue and cock fucked me, and before I could catch my breath, Sadhbah had removed his fingers and pushed his cock into my ass.
I groaned into Ghislan’s mouth as between them they possessed me utterly.
And I loved it.
Sadhbah pushed forward, letting his little tentacles reach around to mingle with those of Ghislan, the double stimulation and penetration almost too much.
Ghislan pulled back a little as Sadhbah pressed forward. It was subtle, but when Ghislan pushed forward, Sadhbah moved back.
A humming moan went rolling through my chest as they started the tandem rhythm. Even though I had accepted the light telepathy and the ways our bodies responded to each other, I still found it difficult to believe how in sync the men were.
It was undeniable though, that they had full knowledge of each other’s movements, of my needs.
I could let myself go completely, nothing but a tool for their passion. All the strength went out of me and I collapsed on Ghislan’s chest, hung on their thick, hard cocks.
Even as the passion started to run high, they didn’t lose the perfect throb of their ebb and flow. I rocked back and forth between them, feeling the slickness of my entire body and how easily they pounded against it.
The orgasm this time seemed to come from deep inside me, not near my pussy or clit but deep within my core.
Ghislan in my pussy and Sadhbah buried in my ass were the only things I could really feel once the ringing waves of pleasure started to smash over me.
Trembling and bucking up and down, I was thrashing and senseless.
My men had lost the tandem rhythm and were now thrusting in unison. Their voices became louder and harsher as their breathing turned ragged. I could sense the fierce sense of justice in them, that they couldn’t stop until their pet was properly punished.
Properly rewarded.
Properly claimed.
For a few seconds I was stretched beyond endurance by the hot, throbbing cocks.
Sadhbah’s tentacles reached into my pussy and teased my clit just as both men reached the tipping point and started to blow.
Ghislan filled my pussy with juice and Sadhbah thrust his hips into me savagely as he came deep in my ass.
For a few seconds, no one moved. Sadhbah’s tentacles caressed me just a little in a cheeky, hesitant manner. My pussy felt like it was going through electric shocks every time the little fingers brushed against it.
Slowly, Sadhbah pulled out of my ass, laying down beside me as Ghislan rolled towards him, sandwiching me between them..
Ghislan kissed me gently and stroked my jaw, while Sadhbah massaged my scalp, both of them murmuring soft nonsense words.
I let my eyes close, my head fall against their hard bodies. Even though we were all spent their hands kept stroking me. The little tentacles of both men wriggled against me as if they really did have a separate brain.
Sadhbah wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, reaching up to squeeze my breasts. Ghislan reached around me and gripped my ass. With all three of us pressed together like this, the strange sense of rapport was far stronger.
I think it was even thicker in the air now than it was when we were fucking.
Sweat was pouring off me and I didn’t know if I would ever stop panting. My body had been subjected to so much pleasure I wasn’t even sure if I could ever walk again.
I tried to get my arms up, but they were too tangled in the mess of sweaty bodies.
My men tugged even tighter, pressing us together.
Their heads slipped forward and balanced on me, one on each shoulder. I realized they were very close to their original bite marks.
I thought those bites were just something about being horny.
Obviously, it was an alien thing, so I didn’t worry too much about it.
Neither one of them had thought to tell me the meaning of the bites but now I sensed it was something more.
The bites seemed to mean something very important. When we were deep in a rapport like this and our bodies were satisfied the bite marks ached, almost just like they did if I was away from them for a short time.
I felt like I might be married, even though I never saw a white dress or priest.
I was marked, somehow.
I was in this for the long haul, anyway.
I’d agreed to stay for seven months in exchange for the safety of my kids.
I hadn’t given much thought to what would happen ‘after’.
I now realized there was no after.
I was where I was meant to be, where I had always wanted to be.
In love.
Ashley
The early afternoon was blissful. Even though it wasn’t far past noon it had that golden, warm feeling to it.
The sort of afternoon that could go on forever, wrapping around you while you sat on the porch sipping cool, homemade lemonade.
The kids’ building had a long wooden porch, but we weren’t sitting on it. We were playing a game of makeshift soccer, maybe better labelled as kickball. Everyone kept switching teams or forgetting about the ball and the only thing that mattered to me was every single kid screaming with laughter.
They were so happy, so free.
W
hile we were on the run, I had never dreamed of seeing them this happy.
My heart was so high and full of joy I almost couldn’t contain it. I flew around the field dressed in my thick, heavy skirts.
Today’s dress was white with layers of soft pink petticoats. Once upon a time, I might have called it a princess dress.
Maybe.
The guys were still finding me the most outlandish gowns to wear and didn’t understand that these weren’t ‘everyday’ clothes.
Terrifyingly enough, I was actually starting to get used to it. When you are comfortably full of food and squeaky clean, putting on a nice frock does boost the spirit.
Ben left the field, and before I could get to his side, Mishra was there.
He was still weak but the fact he could even play after being so sick only a few weeks ago was a miracle.
I couldn’t believe the strength of all these children, to survive the hardship with their innocence and sense of fun intact.
Mishra settled Ben down with a cool drink and sit down with him, lightly rubbing his back. I couldn’t ask for a better assistant to help care for the children.
I jogged to the edge of the field and held my sides, breathing deeply. I’d jump back into the game in a minute.
I just wanted to catch my breath and watch for a second.
As I settled myself and started walking around the field, I felt that keen, prickling sensation that tells you you’re being watched.
I looked around, trying to do it with subtlety.
As my eyes grazed around the field, I finally saw a movement on the far edge of the trees. I kept my focus on the kids while checking it out from the corner of my eye.
It was Lochin.
I could see the sun glinting off his bronze hair. He was staring at me while hiding in the trees. Something was definitely not right here.
Sitting on the steps and watching me walk past was one thing, hiding in the bushes and staring at me was quite another.
I had no idea how to approach this. Ghislan and Sadhbah had been pretty upset last time I talked to them about Lochin.
I could see their point, kind of.
Honor and reputation was a big thing to these guys, a huge part of their culture.
For me to accuse Lochin without evidence wasn’t going to work.
So I’d just have to get some.
I ran around with the kids some more, trying not to pay obvious attention to Lochin.
When we gathered the kids up and took them in for snacks, I kept an eye out the window.
He eventually came across the field and disappeared into his caravan, quite innocently, as if he had been out for a walk.
That guy was emanating bad vibes and there was no doubt about it.
I had to do something.
Once the kids were settled, I headed toward the side door.
“Miss Ashley, you said you were going to teach us about terrapins this afternoon!”
Hell. I had told them that this morning. A nice, easy biology lesson that could scale up or down.
So much for my clever lesson planning.
“Won’t it be much more fun if I can find one?” I flashed a smile at Mishra, knowing she’d hold down the fort.
“There’s five types of turtles native to Colorado,” I took another step towards the door. “See how many you can list before I get back!”
After I escaped from their questions, I picked my way carefully through the long grass that grew between the caravans until I reached the one I knew was Lochin’s.
I heard the static crackle of a radio and followed it, bent low beneath the windows. I inched around, trying to get closer. All I could hear was snatches of conversation.
“… don’t suspect a thing… Know it’s just how it is… You better! I’ve been promised… Of course, I’ll be there. Yes, I’ll bring it.”
And in between those fragments, horrible, familiar sounds.
The twisted hisses and shrieks I’d heard that day mixed through the static I’d heard the day I’d been confined to the room.
The horrid noises were imprinted in my brain, had haunted my nightmares.
A prickle behind my ear reminded me of my almost forgotten translator patch, as if it were struggling to decipher the sounds.
“..bridge.. reservoir. Sure. … dusk, but don’t you...”
Bridge reservoir?
I brought up a mental map of the area. I’d only been to Golden a few times on day trips before the war. There wasn’t any place called Bridge reservoir, unless…
There was a bridge by Clear Creek reservoir.
Maybe Lochin was planning to meet whoever it was at dusk?
As I crept away, I wished like mad I still had my cell phone. Or a camera. Hell, even one of those old walkmans.
Anything that could record Lochin and whoever he was meeting.
At dusk.
I froze. This was a problem.
The guys wouldn’t be happy.
But they wouldn’t be happy if I came to them with more vague suspicions, either.
Dammit.
And now I had to go find a damn turtle for the kids.
I ended classes a little early that day, pleading fatigue from finding the turtle.
Of course it couldn’t be a sweet box turtle.
No, I’d come across a snapping turtle, massive and angry.
But the kids were fascinated with their new pet, and that made it all the easier to slip away.
I walked as quickly as I could in my dress through the underbrush, hurrying to the meeting place.
The place I thought was the meeting place.
I’m a teacher, not a spy. What am I doing?
I was about to turn back when I heard leaves rustling in an even rhythm. Footsteps.
I followed the sound and I saw Lochin. He was carrying something heavy over his shoulder. Something like an equipment bag.
He moved faster than I did, and I struggled to keep my place behind him. Staying quiet and moving with calculated steps I tracked him, and he appeared none the wiser.
As he walked out into a clearing I almost screamed aloud, clamping a hand over my mouth.
That was no equipment bag.
It was Ben.
He hung limply from Lochin’s arms, clearly unconscious. I refused to consider the possibility that he was dead.
What good would a dead human child do for him?
He must have taken Ben as a hostage.
And what good was a dead hostage?
Why did he need this hostage in particular? Why did he need a hostage at all?
Then I found the shuttle tucked into the shadow of the bridge.
It was a small bullet shaped thing, nothing like the big fighters the Xael had.
It must be a Najiik craft.
Lochin strode over to it as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. He started talking to someone inside and I hurried around through the trees to come up on the shuttle from the other side.
“Of course, I made it! Kidnapping kids isn’t that hard, you know.”
The guttural, reptilian voice was impossible to make out. I knew one thing and one thing only.
I could not let them take Ben.
I moved around the back of the shuttle, running my hands across it to look for an opening. The voices moved away and became muffled, so I moved that way. I came up next to the door and peeked inside.
It was like a helicopter cargo hold, two squat benches with doors on either side. The far doors were closed, the one nearest to me was open and there were two Najiik sitting with Lochin.
Under the benches, there was empty space, most likely for storage. I waited for them to be distracted then quickly rolled myself through the door straight under the bench, tucking my skirts around me, out of sight.
It was cold and dark, the floor a hard, knobby metal.
But I was in.
The door shut with a hiss and I felt us taking off.
Oh shit.
The prickling beh
ind my ear intensified as the Najiik and Lochin started to talk, and finally the hissing words made sense.
“This will work?” The Najiik prodded Lochin. “We want control of the Lord Commander. No one else is worth this kind of trouble.”
Lochin laughed heartily. “Ghislan and Sadhbah will do anything to keep their mate happy. We can keep the boy, send them his fingers, whatever. Dangle his freedom in front of them and keep asking them for more.”
“How long do you think we can do it for?” The hissing of Najiik voices made it impossible to discern tone. They always sounded hostile.
“A good long while especially if we threaten to kill the boy the second they try storming us.”
“Why did we not kidnap the female?”
“She’s too heavily guarded. I watched her for days. The two of them have mercenaries tailing her. She’s never alone when she travels between the house and the school, even if she doesn’t know it. The kids though, there’s only an old nanny and the doctor watching them.”
Wait, what?
I thought back quickly. Sure, there were always people around. But no one had been noticeable. No one except for Lochin.
Apparently the mercenaries were good at their job.
“Should we acquire more children?”
“One’s enough. You wait until it wakes up. Human children are ridiculously difficult. Expect it to cry, quite a bit.”
Ripples of disgust flew around the cabin.
I was curled up into a ball under the seats, absolutely mortified.
I had walked right into a trap. I had done the stupidest possible thing I could have done.
I’d left early. No one would be watching for me.
No one knew I was here.
No one knew a fucking thing about this plot.
No one knew Lochin was dirty.
“I’m going to get what you promised, aren’t I? I want luxurious accommodation. Good food and women.”
“All shall be provided to you, friend Lochin. We are appreciative of your service.”
“Good. I’m not sticking my neck out for nothing here.”
I wondered how he could trust the Najiik.
To me, they sounded completely insincere.