Somewhere in all that pumping and thrusting, they switch places. I don’t know the moment that it happens. I only know I look up at the man in front of me and find Rami’s piece in my mouth. Over my shoulder, Axl works his shaft into my gaping slit and penetrates to the hilt.
All night long, they take turns in every imaginable position. Rami lays down underneath me and licks my engorged petals. I grind my sensitive nub on his face while Axl drives into me from behind. I suck Rami’s thing until orgasm induces me to let it go in high-pitched screams to heaven.
Rami sits on the bench and Axl sits me down on his lap facing away from him. Rami pokes his spike into my fissure for me to sit down on. I gyrate it down to my innermost core, and Rami maneuvers my hips in gentle circles. Axl drops on his knees in front of me and licks my spread flower until I cream all over his face.
Rami throws his head back in loud gasping groans, and my squirting orgasm joins his erupting ejaculation to flow over the bench underneath us. Axl laps my dripping honey, and his fingers and tentacles delve into lost worlds of pleasure and togetherness.
When does it end? It never does. I lie between them. I’m kissing somebody, and something strong and thick glides into me. Is it coming from in front or from behind? Something stimulates my tissues, my every opening. Mouths close around my flesh. I can’t see who it is, and I don’t care. I am one with both of them. I belong to both of them, and I am complete.
Chapter 5
I wake up the next morning to Rami and Axl whispering to each other across the room. I sit up and rub my eyes. “What’s going on?”
“We’re just discussing our business for the day.”
“Great. I was hoping to get out and explore the city today. Maybe you guys would like to come with me.”
“We can’t,” Axl replies. “We have state business today.”
“Besides,” Rami adds, “you can’t go out. You have to stay here.”
“What for? If you’re not here, I’ll be alone.”
“You can’t leave this room. You have to stay here.”
I jolt to my feet. “For how long?”
“The tournament rules state you belong to us―at least, to the winner―for a year. After that, you will be assigned to one of the brothels in the city where the other human women go.”
I blink at them. I can’t be hearing this from the same guys who just made love to me all night long. Then I burst into action. I pace around the room, and I can’t stop my voice rising in agitation. “You can’t keep me locked up in here for a year and then throw me out on the street. You have to let me get back to Earth. You said you cared about me. How can you do this to me? You’re both liars. You’re space pirates. I never should have trusted you. I should have kept my guard up, even if it meant you had to take me by force. I should have known better than to think you could be any different.” I’m really ranting now, but I can’t stop.
Axl and Rami exchange glances. Then Axl comes toward me. He takes me by the shoulders and stops me from pacing. “You didn’t make a mistake to trust us. We do care about you, and we’ll prove it to you.”
“Then let me go free. That’s the only way I’ll believe you.”
They hold a hasty conference in whispers with many excited gestures. Finally, Rami comes toward me. “We’ve decided to make an exception for you. You’ll be allowed to roam freely in the city, and if you really want to return to Earth at the end of the year, you can go back with Axl when he selects next year’s prize.”
I hate to think about another woman going through what I’m going through, but this is the best I can hope for. I embrace them both. “Thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to me.”
The two of them go back to their work, and I follow the road back to the city. Before I leave, Axl gives me a big wide robe to cover my clothes. It works wonders to keep the desert wind from covering me with dust.
I spend hours wandering around the city and taking in all the strange sights. I find the market and study all the fascinating foods and animals for sale. I’m just starting to get used to the idea of spending the next year of my life here when two big Rekyl men stop me in the middle of the street. “What are you doing out here?”
I don’t understand the problem. “I’m just looking around. I’ve never been here before.”
“I recognize you from the tournament,” one of them says. “You’re the victor’s prize.” He grabs my arm.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
He jerks me around. “Don’t try to fool me. You’re running away, and I’m taking you back. Now march!”
I struggle, but they overpower me with ease. They tie my hands behind my back and drag me back to Rami’s house. They throw me into the same room, but at the same moment, Rami and Axl show up. “What’s going on here?”
The two men square their shoulders. “We found your prize wandering the streets. We brought her back for you.”
I turn on Rami. “You said I was free to walk around. Was that all a lie?”
“Of course not.” He turns to the men. “You had no right to tie her up or to interfere with her movement around the city. This woman may be my prize, but she is not a prisoner here. You will not interfere with her again. Is that understood?”
They stare at him in stunned surprise. Then they bow their heads. “Yes, sir.”
“Untie her.”
They get the job done quick and make themselves scarce. Rami waits until the door shuts behind them. “I’m sorry that happened, but you must understand no other prize has every had freedom like this. I will pass word to the other constables to leave you alone.”
“Thank you.”
So that’s how I wound up here, on the planet Aranon. That was six months ago, and every morning, when Axl and Rami go to work, I go out into the city. I visit my friends and just last month, I started working in the market. It’s not exactly Wall Street, but it’s work I enjoy.
Every evening, I come back to this same room, where Rami and Axl and I share the evening meal and catch up on our day’s activities. Then we all fall into bed together and I roll in their arms until we all fall asleep in mutual delight and exhaustion. I never experienced such passionate desire and fulfillment from any man on Earth.
That could be from their well-endowed bodies, but I don’t think so. When they walk into the room, their eyes bore into me and my body overflows with raging, pulsating hunger. My flesh aches for their touch, and nothing will satisfy my until I give myself to them body and soul.
Is this what it means to be an alien sex slave, to have their monstrous erections driven into my craven openings every night, to be brought to the dizzying heights of heavenly rapture by two men who possess every part of me?
I lie back, and they take me for their pleasure. They spread my legs, and their fingers spread my wetness over my inflamed petals. The droplets of elixir gush down my legs to wet my back side, and I’m sitting in a pool of my own fermenting need. I want them to take me. I want them to use me. I want them to drive me to insanity with their insistent demands.
Rami kisses me while Axl spreads my legs. His fingers slide up my thigh to the haven of happiness inside, and he finds me already insatiably wet. I moan when he glides one finger inside, but that’s not enough. His tentacles slither around and poke their way into my aching box.
I ride back and forth on the bench in open lust. I need it. I want their erect flesh to split me wide open and leave me breathless and begging for more. The tentacle thickens inside me and stretches my muscles wider. Axl’s head falls between my legs, and his warm tongue laps around my taut button. He pushes my thighs apart, and another tentacle runs down between my voluptuous round curves to the dark places underneath.
Oh, I can’t stand this anymore! I want to bend over for it. I want to lie back and accept it. I want to turn any way and every way to meet the approaching storm. Tentacles slither over every limb and through every crevice. Their wetness turns me into a quivering mass of sexual excitement.
I give myself over to their demands.
All of a sudden, Rami’s mouth vanishes from mine and I see him stand up in front of me. His massive manhood hangs stiff and powerful from his body, and he shoves it into my face. My mouth grabs it, and I suck it down.
I must have this. I try to pull him toward me so I can suck it, but he pins my hands above my head. He thrusts his member into my mouth and bangs it into my throat. I cry out in unrequited lust, but he’s merciless. He will determine when I suck and when I swallow.
In the meantime, Axl withdraws his tentacles and gets up on his knees between my legs. He forces his hips into me, and his hard rock nudges into my moist cleft. He widens the doorway for his rude entrance.
I can’t see anything beyond Rami’s piston hammering into my face. He dominates my whole world, when Axl’s power manhood clefts my body asunder. I shriek in agony and surprise, but the next minute, he pounds it deep into my nether tissues. I can’t hold back. He drives me wild. I hurl myself on his invading shaft, and my bodily juices overflow around its thickness. I spiral upwards into clouds of orgasmic rapture, and they anoint my being with their seedy goodness.
Then they switch places. Rami flips me over onto my knees, and Axl moves behind me with his weapon at the ready. Rami’s meat fills my mouth, and Axl’s enormous shaft plows into my blazing hole.
His hips bump against my quivering thighs, and my cocktail of essences runs down his legs to drip from his dangling jewels. His package slaps my wet body with every stroke of his rod and drives me forward to swallow his brother’s slab to the hilt.
Will it ever end? I don’t want it to. I want to take them again and again, this way and that way, all night long and forevermore, into eternity. If only my life could encompass this and nothing else, I would be happy.
I experience the heights of ecstasy again and again, every night. I go limp in their hands, and they manipulate me where and how they wish. It all leads to one inevitable conclusion, and I rocket into heaven on showers of hot sticky pleasure.
When it’s all over and we lie glowing and satisfied in each other’s arms, I don’t have to ask if they feel the same way I do. I can see it in their eyes. I can feel it in the way they run their fingers over my skin and in the way their manhood stirs all over again when we kiss.
I connect with Rami and Axl in ways I never thought possible. We can communicate more emotion through our eyes than we ever could in words. I could kiss them and stare into their bright eyes forever and never get tired of it. Sometimes, after we expend all our energies in love making, we lie awake late into the night and talk about our pasts and our hopes and plans for the future.
The strangest thing is that they never get jealous of each other. They don’t fight over me, and they enjoy watching me make love to the other one. They share me as brothers, and when we make love together, I feel married to them both as if they were one man.
I never really got into threesomes, and I never thought one would make me happy, but I’m happy here. I don’t want this to end. I never thought I would say this, but I want to stay with Axl and Rami forever.
The End
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~ Bonus Story ~
A BDSM Vampire Romance
Emilia – I’ve always been interested in vampires, but never more so than when I met Eli, the sexy vampire king, in a BDSM bar. It wasn’t a place I normally frequented, but it was a hotbed of vampire activity, and I had been fascinated with them since I was young. As things got more intense between myself and Eli, I became aware of a side of myself I hadn’t know before, a dark side that enjoyed the danger he posed and the depraved things he did to me. I found I wanted to know everything about him, and we grew closer the more he told and showed me, until I found that I had fallen in love with the vampire who had given me so many new experiences.
Eli – I was used to spending my time alone in the dark, watching people and drinking from them as I needed. I was surprised when I was approached by a little reporter, who was interested in my whole life story. Though I didn’t open up about myself often—actually, never—I found myself intrigued by Emilia and found that I couldn’t help but to answer her questions, as long as she gave me something in return. Our games were sexual and passionate, and while I learned her body I found that I wanted as much to learn her mind and her heart.
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Chapter 1: Eli
I was sitting in a booth at the bar, looking around at all the patrons there. It was one of my favorite places to spend time—a BDSM bar full of vampires and humans who had similar kinks. I wasn’t there to participate, on the most part, aside from rare nights when my lust for sex was as high as my lust for blood. That was rare these days; I kept to myself, really only people watching and keeping an eye out for someone that I could dine on at the end of the night. I enjoyed this bar because everyone was so involved with themselves, enjoying the pleasure of each other’s company, and didn’t pay me a lot of attention. None of them recognized me as being the vampire king and I was glad. I had been alive for thousands of years and the title hardly held any weight with me anymore. It was just a fact of who I was, rather than a facet of how I behaved. I usually kept it to myself, though there was an occasional use for it when I took women to bed. Women who were more than eager to give themselves to any vampire, but would completely open up for a king. It had its uses, but mostly I liked to keep my mouth shut about it. There could be too much drama surrounding royalty, and that was the last thing I wanted in my life.
I went up to the bar and ordered another drink, preparing to carry it back to my table when I noticed a woman walking around, mingling with other vampires and humans but not really saying much. She looked like she didn’t belong there; she was sweet-looking, more like an angel than a girl who went out looking for vamps to play with. After a moment, I recognized her as Emilia Fox, a reporter for the local paper whose work relied heavily on pieces about human-vampire relations. It was bold of her to be here in the first place; many vampires thought that it wasn’t her place to question us, to put our words down on paper. It could be dangerous for her if anyone else recognized who she was. For the most part, vampires preferred humans to stay out of their business. Those who didn’t got killed or threatened, but from the way Emilia was looking around curiously, I could tell nobody had stopped her yet.
I kept my eyes on her as I went to my table. She was beautiful, short with blonde hair, blue eyes that glowed bright among the dark room. She caught my eye and I beckoned her over, giving her a soft smile. Maybe she’s the one I’d drain tonight, just to get her out of our hair. That, and the idea of putting my mouth to her slender throat made my cock ache just thinking about it. There was something so pure about her, such innocence that stood out when surrounded by the inherent indecency of the bar and its other patrons.
She approached the table warily, staring into my red eyes. My gaze darted to her full, sensuous lips and I thought of how much fun I might be able to have with her before I drained her of her blood. I wondered if she would be the type to respond to my advances in that way. There was something about her that was captivating, and I could imagine the look that would cross her pretty face if I gave her all the pleasure she could handle.
Emilia didn’t say anything for a moment. I gestured for her to take a seat at my table but she hesitated, looking at me with both curiosity and caution.
“You look like you’re looking for something,” I said softly, trying to disarm her with a gentle voice. “Or someone. I was wondering if I could help.”
She peered at me through her long dark lashes, then slid into the booth across from me and beamed, apparently deciding that she was safe for now.
“I just want to talk,” she said. “Vampires are so interesting. And they’re all over this place.”
“So you’re wondering around a BDSM bar,” I pointed out, “looking for, what, friends? Are you not here to play?”
Her cheeks blushed a lovely scarlet and she tore her eyes away from mine.
“I’m Eli,” I said, reaching forward to shake her hand. She took mine, her skin warm against my palm, and shook it.
“Emilia,” she said.
“Do you come here often, Eli?” she asked, leaning back in the booth to make herself comfortable. She really was outrageously beautiful and was bright as a flower in the dim light of the dark, gritty bar. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, despite the fact that I had decided not to kill her after all. It would be too easy, too much like cold-blooded murder to take someone who was so open to me already. I wasn’t above killing to eat, but I wouldn’t do it to completely innocent people.
“Sometimes,” I told her. “For various reasons.”
“Such as?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. I grinned at her and she blushed even deeper.
“It’s an interesting place,” I told her. “I like to watch people. Sometimes I engage, other times I just hunt.”
Her eyes went wide and she swallowed, running her teeth over her bottom lip. The gesture was more than distracting, and it took me a few seconds to realize that she had asked me another question while I had been lost looking at her lips.
“What’s that?” I asked, meeting her eye again. “I’m sorry.”
“I said, are you hunting right now?”
“Maybe I am,” I said coyly. “I wouldn’t tell you if I was.”
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