Wicked Telepaths
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Oh God… was two alien dicks inside you supposed to feel so good? Ajax grabbed onto a handful of Poppy’s hair and twisted it around his wrist.
«Let go, Poppy… just enjoy it…»
He moved his hips slowly between her thighs at first. Poppy moaned softly as Ajax’s cocks pried her thighs apart and pounded her deeper… and deeper.
29
Split
Holding onto her hair, Ajax grunted and thrust into her harder. Poppy cried out again, heat rushing to her cheeks. Castor ran his hands over his face and wrapped his blue hands around her neck without squeezing, holding her in place and stiffening as her face contorted in pleasure with Ajax pounding her from behind.
Poppy whimpered and moaned and thrust her hips back as she felt herself getting close to the edge. That euphoric sensation Jason had caused with his tongue was happening again but this time it was stronger.
“I’m… I’m…”
“OHHHHHHHH!” Poppy interrupted herself before she could finish her sentence and climaxed hard all over Ajax’s cocks.
Her holes tightened and clamped down around his invading staves as he pummeled her wetness, enjoying both her drenched pussy and her satiny heat wrapped around his larger appendage. He pulled her hair back and pounded her again.
He grunted and groaned and brought Poppy to the edge of another two climaxes before he removed both his cocks leaving her heaving and suddenly empty. The eruption from his hardness landed on Poppy’s back. She cried out as the warmth from his seed tingled against her skin.
“Sorry,” Ajax muttered, “I don’t want to get you pregnant.”
Pregnant?! Poppy had never assumed that she’d get pregnant.
«Don’t worry, Penelope,» Castor assured her, «That won’t happen unless we will it.»
Great. That wasn’t exactly birth control. So far, the boys hadn’t deceived her so she shook off whatever worry might have burgeoned from wild unsheathed sex with three blue aliens and six blue alien cocks. Ajax rolled off of her. He’d finished, but his cock wasn’t spent and flaccid. He smirked as he caught Penelope staring at the large appendages, covered in her white cream.
“Yes, I can will my hardness away.”
“It’s so…”
“Big?” Ajax finished.
Poppy nodded. Jason hurriedly took his place behind her. Ajax lay on his back, heaving for breath. Poppy could feel his pleasure tingling within her psychic awareness. Her outer lips tingled on the edge of climax already. Jason’s body was slightly lighter than Ajax’s.
After feeling Jason’s tongue between her legs and the attention he paid to satisfying her, Poppy shuddered to think what he might have in store for her. Castor patiently stroked her face and kissed her, his yellow eyes glowing coals set deep in his face. His ridged aquiline nose rubbed against her cheek and he whispered in her ear, “I can always be patient for you, Penelope.”
Her thighs shuddered. Jason’s hand started at the nape of her neck and he stroked the length of her back.
“You are so small,” he murmured, “I have a hard time imagining my cocks won’t split you in half.”
With his hand pressed to his chest and his long curls spread out like a barbarian’s after a hunt, Ajax smiled and countered, “She’s tougher than she looks. And tight.”
Poppy felt all their arousal increase as Ajax spoke. They all wanted her more than anyone had wanted her. Something about being desired by the three of them was difficult to resist. Even if everyone had warned her against the three, including her own better sense, Poppy couldn’t help but feel this was right.
Jason ran his hands between her dripping lips.
“She’s very wet.”
He rubbed her juices over Poppy’s tight asshole and massaged the tiny hole with his finger. A normal finger around that tight entrance might have aroused Poppy but Jason was a telepath and through her tightened hole he soothed her, pleasured her and numbed the entrance to ready her for his taking.
«I have to warn you, Poppy dearest, I’m not as gentle as dear Ajax.»
Ajax hadn’t been gentle at all. Poppy shuddered at the thought. Jason had already displayed sadistic tendencies elsewhere and a filthy desire to push her past the point of decency.
With a flushed face and euphoria quivering between her legs, Poppy was in no position to stop him. His leaner musculature pressed into her as he placed the tips of both his cocks against her entrances. He intended to enter her all at once. Poppy braced herself. Castor took her mind off the pain again by kissing her, his large hands grasping her face close to his.
“Easy, Penelope.”
She whimpered as Jason pressed both his cocks inside her. The first inch of entry stretched both well-used holes at once. Poppy’s thighs shook. Jason hadn’t taken care to eliminate her pain as his cock pressed against her ass.
“The pain is worth the pleasure, little one,” he murmured.
Fuck. Could he stay out of her thoughts for a second? Jason chuckled and pressed another inch inside Poppy. She moaned, desperate for him to get it over with and shove both of his tumescent erections inside her.
He teased her with the tips, sliding the engorged cock heads inside her and then vibrating them both. Poppy cried out, throwing her head back in an attempt to impale herself on both Jason’s cocks. He resisted her. Castor’s tongues slid up the sides of her neck and Poppy moaned again.
“P-please, Jason…”
She should have known her pleading would only be an aphrodisiac to him. Jason chuckled.
“I like to hear you beg.”
“P-please… Just… put them in…”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Jason murmured.
Poppy screamed as he thrust both of his giant blue cocks deep inside her. There was pain at first as Jason’s cock buried itself in her ass. The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. He vibrated both cocks as intensely as he could vibrate his tongues and he thrust into her… deep… and hard.
“Oh shit! Jason…”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes… Oh yes… Please… Harder…”
“I knew I’d have you begging.”
Jason grabbed her hips and pounded Poppy from behind. She climaxed in seconds. Jason didn’t stop, even as she climaxed a fourth or fifth time, he maintained the same pace and the vibrations from his cock stimulated every last inch of her body as she came and came again.
After ten orgasms, Castor insisted that Jason stop his ardent thrusts.
“She’s going to faint,” he said.
“Yes… I imagine she will,” Jason replied.
Poppy came again. And again.
“P-please, Jason… I can’t…”
One more orgasm and she was sure she’d pass out. Jason’s cocks vibrated more intensely, and as Castor predicted, the pleasure was too intense. Poppy went unconscious.
30
The Third Boy
Jason removed both his cocks from her entrance the moment she fell unconscious.
"It was an accident," Jason muttered apologetically.
Castor scowled at him while Ajax pleaded on Jason’s behalf.
“It’s hard to resist tightness like that,” Ajax insisted.
“I didn’t spill my seed in her. Look, she’s awake now. No need to deny yourself her pleasure.”
Jason’s eyes settled into their dull amber color now that he’d finished and made his cocks soft. Ajax sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Once you’re done, I want a second round with her.”
“She’s only human,” Castor insisted, “Look at her body all… red. She’s weakened.”
Poppy propped herself up, a stubborn pout on her face.
“I’m not weakened.”
“I told you she was awake,” Jason argued.
“You’re such an ass,” Castor grumbled.
“I’m ready, Cas,” Poppy said, nearly whispering.
Castor raised a brow and pushed his long white hair out of his face.
“Ready?”
“What? Surprised?"
“Earlier you were so… resistant.”
“I’ve already done two of you.”
Jason smirked.
“God, I knew you’d love it.”
Poppy scowled, “No thanks to you for making me pass out.”
Jason shrugged.
“Even in your sleep you were begging me for it, so I don’t see what your concern is.”
“Did you fuck me while I was passed out?”
“No! I pulled out of you. I’m not a bloody savage.”
“Fine. Well, I’m awake now… and there are two cocks in here that have gone neglected. It’s not exactly fair.”
Castor’s eyes glowed with excitement. He was trying his best to be the more gentlemanly of the three, but Poppy knew what he wanted.
“Are you sure?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
Poppy spread her legs wide. Castor’s tent in his pants grew.
“She’s soaked,” Jason murmured.
All six cocks in the room hardened again. Poppy knew she might regret this but she needed Castor inside her… now. All the climaxes she’d felt hadn’t diminished her desire for his impressive cocks. Good thing Castor hadn't forced her to guess the biggest earlier. She could hardly tell the difference. At some point - huge is huge.
Castor unfastened his pants.
“I must warn you, once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Neither could any of them, and I survived.”
The Devoran unselfconsciousness about sex infected Penelope. With her legs spread and all three men staring at her damp, shaved cunt, she didn’t feel ashamed or weak. They all had urges that needed satisfying and the three men genuinely cared about her and those needs.
On Earth, nothing like this could have ever happened so unencumbered by shame or self-loathing. Castor flipped Penelope onto her stomach gently and kissed the nape of her neck.
He didn’t press his weight into her yet, but his skin touched hers. Every point on his chest or on her thighs where their skin touched, Castor made sure tiny bursts of pleasure peppered Poppy’s flesh.
“Mmm,” Castor murmured into her ear, “The other boys might like fucking but I’ve always been partial to making love.”
Gooseflesh prickled across Poppy’s skin and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Fucking was one thing, but making love to Castor, the telepathic male who had tormented her only a few weeks earlier, terrified her. Castor stroked her hair.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”
Ajax rolled his eyes.
“You make us seem like animals.”
“I am an animal,” Jason laughed, “But she likes it. I lost count of how many times I made the alien cum…”
Heat rushed to Poppy’s cheeks. Jason took his fingers and pushed them into Poppy’s lips.
“I still have her taste on my hands,” he said. Poppy sucked his fingers instinctively. Sweet. She’d never tasted herself before. Jason enjoyed teasing her too much.
Castor pressed the tip of his hardness against Poppy’s entrance. Poppy whimpered as Castor’s tongues slipped out of his mouth and traced the contours of her earlobe. Fuck. He knew exactly what to do to make her feel good.
He pressed his cocks into her soaked entrances slowly. After two good hard fucks, Poppy didn’t feel an ounce of pain. Castor said he liked to make love and he meant it. He was gentle as he slid inside her.
His rods were bigger than both of the other boys but he slipped into her easily and painlessly, nestling his hips snugly as he pressed against Poppy’s taut ass cheeks.
“You’re perfect, Penelope,” he murmured, “Your human flesh is well suited to my tastes…”
He sucked on her earlobe again and Poppy moaned as he moved his hips against her. Within a few short minutes, she climaxed. Castor kept moving his hips slowly. She thought her desire to cum all over his cocks would diminish as he made love to her slowly, but his slow pace only heightened her experience of him between her thighs.
Poppy climaxed again as Castor’s cocks vibrated in her ass and pussy. He leaned into her, white hair tickling her pale skin as he slid inside her deeper and deeper with vibrating blue cocks.
“Cum, human… cum for me…”
Poppy exploded again and shuddered onto the bed, a whimpering, spent mess. She couldn’t cum again, no matter how Castor willed it. He removed his cocks from her holes and splattered his seed over her back. Poppy whimpered and moaned as all three boys finished up their session by kissing their eighteen-year-old human prize on the lips.
Their obsession with her had finally culminated in a veritable orgy. Would they leave her alone after that? Poppy’s heart raced as she found herself wishing desperately that they would do anything but leave her alone.
They were her boys now — and she didn’t just want them — she craved them deep in her bones, along with the release they’d surely give her.
31
Flooding
Poppy sat across from Uncle Monty in Pallas’ dining room. Rattling her uncle was difficult, but today, Uncle Monty had messy hair, a grown out beard and a scowl set on his face that reminded Poppy of how he’d look during exam week at the university.
“I want a proper explanation, Penelope,” he ventured calmly.
Poppy wished she dared to explain. She was Uncle Monty's little girl. It wouldn't be easy to tell him where she'd been and what happened. He’d seen her lying in the snow on the verge of death before the three Devoran boys had teleported her and he’d assumed they were the ones responsible for the attack. Poppy tried to brush off her uncle’s questions but he wasn’t willing to let her get away with it that easily.
“We were supposed to meet each other and I see you there on the ground with three of these Devorans around you and you mean to tell me that they meant you no harm?”
“They were helping me," Penelope muttered, fidgeting in her seat.
Uncle Monty pulled his glasses off and splashed them with lens cleaner before rubbing them obsessively on the ends of his cotton button-down.
“I find that hard to believe. What precisely did you need help with while you were unconscious?”
Poppy shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tucked her legs beneath her as she leaned against the arm of the chair. There was no sense in worrying uncle Monty about the attack. It had been a week ago and since then, the boys watched her and kept her safe.
Even when Poppy thought they weren’t looking, she sensed their presence. Since their night together, the three had become protective.
“I… fell.”
“You fell… in soft snow and fell unconscious?”
“Yes.”
Monty sighed and massaged the space between his brows.
“You’re just as stubborn as your father. Fine. Don’t tell me. If you’re in trouble, Penelope, I want to hear about it.”
“I promise. I’ll tell you if I need any help.”
“Good. Pallas is well connected on the planet. He’s not back from Tau yet but when he returns, he can give you any assistance you need.”
Poppy leaped at the opportunity to change the subject.
“How is Pallas?”
“He’s fine. He should be here now but there was a rebellion on Tau III at their military academy. At least I've met the neighbors. Unfriendly bunch. I'll warm them up with my jokes.”
“They’re not really fond of outsiders,” Poppy agreed, her uncle's quip about his bad jokes slipped past her.
Her comment drew another concerned brow furrow from Montgomery.
“Are you struggling to make friends?”
Poppy bit down on her lower lip. Yes, and no. Castor, Ajax, and Jason hardly counted as friends. They were more than that. Well, maybe not more, but different.
“No.”
“Hm.”
Poppy apparently hadn’t been convincing enough. Uncle Monty took up the mantle of looking uncomfortable.
“Oh?”
“I received information from Earth. It’s the main reason I wanted to speak to you. I know your academics demand your full attention. You hardly have time for old Uncle Monty anymore.”
“That’s not true!”
Uncle Monty grinned.
“Sure it is. I don't mind. I knew this day would come. Julian would have lost it."
He rarely mentioned his brother. Uncle Monty removed his glasses, polishing the lenses clean again.
"I’ve received news from New-Man," he continued after his second round of cleaning.
“Oh?”
“There’s a crisis. Dust storms swept throughout the Midwest and buried all of Oklahoma. Refugees spilled into New-Man and the influx overloaded the water systems. There was flooding. All of New-Tribeca is underwater. Soho. The Southeast Village. It’s all gone.”
He stated the news calmly, so if she hadn't been listening, Poppy might have thought he was reciting baseball scores.
“All of it?”
“I’m afraid so…”
Poppy’s lower lip trembled and she fought back tears.
“What about… Have you heard from CJ? Is he alright? Is his family alright?”
“I’m sorry love. I haven’t heard from the Manchesters.”
“I can't believe this.”
“The global temperature increased another degree this year. What’s happening on earth is irreversible. I know the Devorans seem to think you can glean information that will save the planet but frankly, I’m not sure Earth has the time. I’m going to give you a choice, Penelope.”
“What choice could I possibly have?” Poppy answered with a shaky voice.
“You can go home. We can leave all of this behind and spend what time we have left on Earth. I’m certain if it becomes deadly serious, Pallas will have us removed again, but until then, the planet has a lot of memories. Your mother is still there.”
Mentioning her mother got Poppy’s attention. Uncle Monty rarely brought up her mother unprompted. Her mind wandered to the letter her mom sent her uncle that he’d kept tucked away. He'd still never mentioned communicating with her directly.