by Poppy Rhys
He was already naked, and by the time I’d scooted my way down his body, his cock strained in my direction, just begging to be touched.
It really did beg. His stomach muscles shivered, and his cock bobbed, a thick stream of blue liquid running down its length.
At first, I wondered if it was the hue of Kahn’s current, but it was too dark to be a trick of the light.
They were alien. I didn’t know why I expected it to be white like human semen.
His shaft was long, thick, and pleasantly veined—and I sent a small thank you to the universe because I was a sucker for veiny penises—but the head was inhumanly flat and wide with a frilled edge. A firm, hairless sac hung below, smooth and tight, with no wrinkles.
I touched my fingertip to the hard, frilled edge of his cockhead. It jumped and so did I, because it subtly vibrated.
“What the...”
When I zipped my finger up the underside of his cock, Kahn exhaled roughly, his length jerking to the side as the skin shivered, vibrating again.
I’d be lying if I said my thighs didn’t squish together with excitement. I was damn near throbbing.
My already deteriorating inhibitions just flew out the door.
I curled my fingers around the base. Kahn’s breathing grew heavier and his current burned brighter. Whatever the headboard was made of must be impervious to his current, because it held up like a champ.
His head fell back against the pillow when I stroked him a few times to test the feel. The vibrations were subtle enough I could feel them, but it wouldn’t be too much, say, for... riding...
On my next breath, I tasted him, taking a quick lick.
Kahn jerked so badly that I thought he was going to hop out of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice gravelly, and strained, like he was trying hard not to kill everyone in the room with a supercharged bolt of electricity.
Surprisingly, this didn’t scare me. What that said about me, I didn’t know.
I only grinned in response before sucking the head into my mouth and running my tongue over the nubby edges of his cockhead. Bump, bump, bump. The vibrations quaked against my tongue like a quiet hum that wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
“I’m giving you a mouth hug,” I mumbled around his cock.
“A what?” He was half delirious at this point, his rumbling groan nearly nonstop with my stroking hand and working mouth.
I lifted off him long enough to repeat, “A mouth hug.” Then I dove back in.
His semen tasted sweet, and I rolled with it even though it surprised me, considering I’d never seen these guys eat anything but raw protein. I fully expected Kahn to taste... fishy.
I laughed at my thoughts, and Kahn must’ve liked how it tremored around his cock when I made noise while sucking him, because his hips pumped upward and he mumbled incoherently.
Kahn wasn’t the only one going a little mad, because my hips moved back rhythmically, my body straining to push back on something hard.
“Dason?” I could still see them, my hand stroking up and down Kahn’s length once I pulled off.
“Yes, Charlie?” The knot in his throat bobbed, eyes like the choppy seas.
I needed to be filled. I couldn’t take much more of this teasing, even though I was the one doing it. Lonan got to bury his face between my legs, I rode Zaid’s fingers, and Kahn got my mouth... it only seemed fair Dason got something.
My body was in prime location for him to fuck me from behind while I sucked Kahn.
He seemed to know what I wanted—needed—because he trailed hands up the back of my thigh, and without another word, like he’d been waiting this whole time for me to give him permission, he moved behind me.
I felt the bed dip again and moaned when his lips kissed the base of my spine, hands gripping and kneading on my hips and the flesh of my ass.
My valos converged, snapping back into action. Lonan’s hands were on my right side, Zaid’s on my left as they roved over my skin, tweaking and squeezing, driving my desire a little wild.
Every touch got better, knowing, like they were learning from my moans what I liked best.
“Please,” I begged over my shoulder, seeing Dason looming over me. I was on the verge of exploding, I just needed a little more. “Fuck me.”
Maybe he didn’t know what that meant, or maybe he did. If not, he figured it out quick, because I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my pussy. He delved past my swollen, slick lips with little resistance.
I was drenched.
Why I got the impression that Dason would be a slow and playful lover, I didn’t know. Clearly, I was wrong, because he thrust into me on the first pump, causing my hand to squeeze Kahn’s cock in reflex, and my body to bow.
I didn’t even recognize the jittery wail of euphoria that flooded my ears.
I was lost in a world of sensation as the orgasm swept me up, only spurred into a frenzy by Dason’s hips that slapped against my ass every time he pistoned into me.
How it escalated so quickly evaded my disintegrating mind. I could only focus on holding onto Kahn while Dason fucked me like a rutting beast.
Lonan’s fingertip lightly circled my nipple, zapping me with little shocks of static. The slight mixture of pain and pleasure shot a bolt straight to my core.
Zaid’s fingers slipped to my underside, dragging against my abdomen and then his middle finger pressed against my clit.
I couldn’t breathe!
I could barely think!
I could only dig nails into Kahn’s thighs as my vision blurred. My eyes nearly crossed and my spirit passed to the third plane, because the orgasm that quaked through me wasn’t real—couldn’t be real.
But it was. This was real. Aliens were real. Vibrating cocks were real. The one impaling me was real!
And when the shockwave hit me, I cried out.
I didn’t know what was happening by the time Dason grunted, his cock pulsating so hard I could feel it vibrating against the sweet spot tucked inside me, and I was having a hard time stringing two words together or remembering my own fucking name.
Wait, what was my name? I didn’t know my name.
Dason backed out of me, leaving me battered in the best way, and then Zaid moved from my left, taking his spot behind me.
I wetted my lips, my throat going dry from my heavy breathing. Dason moved to my left, every ounce of his usual mischief gone.
Sex did things to him. And I didn’t know how I felt about that. His gaze, dark and consuming, pulled me in. His fingers slipped into my curls, grabbing a handful and pulling back just enough to make me feel it.
At that exact moment, Zaid wedged into me, stretching me until I wondered how the fuck I was going to walk tomorrow.
My mouth fell open, and Lonan devoured my lips while Dason’s hand still gripped my hair and Zaid split me in two. His cock bumped along every fucking nerve in my cunt, leaving nothing untouched.
The low vibration made me feel like I was impaled on a tremoring baseball bat.
This was too much. Too much!
But I couldn’t stop it—them—and I was legitimately afraid they were going to physically break me. Part of me craved it, and that scared the fuck out of me.
My whole body jolted with every strong thrust Zaid laid on me. The rush of the next wave was almost painful, like he was wringing this orgasm from the marrow of my bones.
I needed it.
I needed it!
My scream was swallowed by Lonan, and my pussy tightened so fiercely, I pushed Zaid out, my hips tucking low as my muscles tried to curl in on themselves.
He grabbed my waist with his big hands, as if telling me ‘no, bad girl,’ and wedged himself back into my protesting, clenching pussy.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
What had I gotten myself into? A mix of panic and lust twisted inside me.
Zaid’s cock shook me back into that third plane, and he was coming. He buried himself until I was convin
ced he was filling up my womb with his seed.
When he pulled out, Lonan lifted off my mouth and I felt a ridiculous rush of hot cum drool from my pussy and down the insides of my thighs.
I opened my mouth to beg for mercy, to tell them I couldn’t take any more, but Dason covered my mouth with his and the words died in my throat.
Lonan took his turn, his electrified palms sizzling on my skin and I was pitched back into that place of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t focus on either one. They just blended together in this mind-fuck of confusion and hunger.
All I could do was moan while my poor pussy was tortured again with another vibrating cock that sent my g-spot into overdrive. My skin was slick with sweat by the time Lonan demanded a release from me.
These aliens were no longer the nice guys I thought they were. Not when it came to bedroom play.
Why did that excite me?
And over the edge I tipped, and my muscles tensed up. Zaid’s mouth replaced Dason’s and they took turns eating my screams, my moans, my words.
Lonan’s hands sparked against my skin, the static in the air licked against me and his deep voice rang out as he exploded inside me.
I thought it was over, but it wasn’t.
As soon as Lonan pulled out, hands lifted me, spreading my legs and setting me down on Kahn.
He couldn’t touch me, his hands still gripping the headboard, but that mattered little.
He pounded up into me, busting quicker than the others, and I laughed tiredly as mouths traveled my body, hands groping and tweaking like they were eating me alive.
Kahn’s current faded, and the room went dark.
I was laid down on a bed, my muscles pinging, my limbs forgetting how to operate in sync, and someone collapsed on the bed beside me.
All I heard was a wave of heavy breathing.
I was so tired I started to lose feeling.
My eyelids drooped, and I only had enough strength to say one thing.
“What’s my name again?”
Laughter filled my ears, and then I was dead to the world.
SIXTEEN
DAYLIGHT STUNG MY EYES when I was conscious, and I squinted against the brightness. My hands reached up to rub at my eyes. I was unsure why I thought that’d help, but it sort of did.
I blinked, still squinting as I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was.
“Welcome back.”
I jumped, sucking back air.
Lonan was lying beside me, face propped upon his palm as he relaxed on his side, staring down at me.
“Fuck,” I exhaled roughly, my hand on my chest. “You scared the hell outta me.”
His eyes danced with amusement, but he didn’t apologize.
Last night came rushing back like a supercharged memory blast and suddenly, I realized I had no clothes on and my thighs were sticking together.
The squishy sensation of lots and lots of semen dirtying my nether regions made me feel filthy, and slutty, and... and...
My cheeks heated as I realized I enjoyed every bit of it, but I was trying to feel some measure of modesty here. A normal person might feel a little bit of shame—the kind of shame I tried to grasp at—but it just evaded me.
I ached all over. My pelvis felt like it’d been shattered and my knees were sore. The pulsing in my vagina was not from arousal.
“Are you hungry?” Lonan prodded. “Do you want to bathe?”
I squinted, pulling the sheet up to my neck. “You just want to get me out of bed so you can clean these sheets, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer, only his lips twitched at one corner.
That was a yes.
“Neat freak,” I mumbled, and sat up. I was so stiff! This wasn’t normal, right? They did something to me? Maybe my health really was in danger. I’d never been stiff after sex with any human man.
When I stretched, it was slow, and things kept popping.
I stood, swaying just a bit, and then I took a few steps toward the bathroom. My legs gave out and I collapsed to my hands and knees.
“What the hell!” I groaned, my mind fritzing around the edges as I had a mini meltdown.
Did they break me? Was I broken? What was going on here?
Lonan’s hands encircled my waist and he lifted me up to my feet.
“You’ll be all right,” he reassured me, but I didn’t think he really fucking knew. He’d never met a human before! Ergo, he’d never done whatever the hell it was he and his roommates did to me last night, so how would he know if I’d be okay?
I gripped onto his arm and took a few more steps. By the time I was at the bathroom door, it’d gotten better and I could walk on my own. It only felt like my bones were trying to escape my body. That was all.
He started a bath for me, and when I looked down, I saw sticky, half dried tracks of blue semen.
Lots and lots of blue semen.
It traveled down to my knees, a mixture of dried smears where my thighs rubbed together in my sleep, and gummy trails of the stuff that’d leaked out of me once I stood upright.
I tried not to be fascinated by the fact that it was a pretty shade of milky cornflower blue.
Obviously, I wasn’t a normal person.
Looking in the mirror, I noticed the cut on my forehead was nearly healed. Dason had mentioned it was Lonan who stitched it the day I shadowed him.
“Thanks for tending to my wound.” I motioned to my forehead when he turned around.
“You’re welcome.”
My gaze slid down, and my face scrunched up. The skin on my hips held two big red handprints, the long fingers curling around to my front. Lonan. His electricity was on a low hum when he fucked me, clearly leaving his mark.
There was a crystalline memory of pain and pleasure digging into my brain.
I ran my fingers over the marks. They didn’t hurt. Felt a little numb, but they didn’t hurt.
Not that I knew if that was good or bad.
“I’ll be more careful next time.” Lonan loomed over me, his fingers brushing over my hip as he examined the marks.
That was funny. “You think there’ll be a next time?”
His eyes flashed a milky white, reminding me of clouds that were about to rain down hail. Completely contrary to the valo I’d come to think of him as, he gripped my hips again, pulling me against his body while his terrifying, lulling gaze burned down into me.
I take it back. I take it back!
No, wait, that was my vagina speaking, not me. Not Charlie.
Hey, I remembered my name!
His skin smelled like the ocean, and it was potent and fucking with my head, because all I wanted to do now was lick him from head to toe and let him have his way with me. It didn’t matter that my pelvis felt fractured and my bones felt bruised. My health was the last thing on my mind right now.
I swallowed, and I hated myself for it, because his eyes flicked to my throat. He saw it. He thought he was winning this battle.
I was only mad because he was. He was winning. If he wanted to bend me over the sink and fuck me, I didn’t think I could say no.
As suddenly as the storm clouds swirled in his eyes, they were gone, and his hand loosened on me. He looked as though he didn’t know what hit him, appearing a little confused, a little unsure why he just did that.
I was confused too. I was confused as hell.
“Your bath is ready.” He stepped back, like he needed to put distance between our bodies. And then he headed out the door. Before he shut it, he said, “I’ll cook your food, and take you to Zaid.”
Click.
I was alone.
I had to drain the tub after I got all the jizz off me so I could run another clean bath and steep my bones. It was the first time I’d had a bath that was deeper than mid-thigh since... well, since I was a child.
It didn’t touch my gills, but it allowed my lower body to soak while I tried to relax.
Last night kept replaying in my head no matter what I tried to d
o. Even reciting the list of designer shoe brands lining my old closet on Earth didn’t help.
Vagina: one—Charlie: zero.
MY BACK WAS ITCHY AS hell. I’d been rubbing up against a corner of the wall and moaning like a loon after I got out of the bath.
It felt so good. So damn good.
I even licked my lips and nearly thumped my foot as I stood there rubbing back and forth against that nice stone corner. What I wouldn’t do for a backscratcher.
“What are you doing?” Lonan asked, cocking his head to the side as he watched me. I knew what he was probably thinking.
Humans are weird.
Maybe, but it was a mind-blowing experience between me and my corner.
“Why are you taking me to Zaid?” I was shuffled out the front door after Lonan fed and watered me like a pet plant. The bed was stripped and already cleaned, I’d noticed, the other three gone before I woke.
There was this odd feeling niggling at the back of my mind that I was putting a crimp in his style. From what I’d gathered, Lonan didn’t like messes or things being out of place, and he liked getting to his job on time—not that these aliens had anything resembling a human clock around here.
I understood the importance of his job, and Kahn’s. Without them, the block bank would need major tweaking to uphold under the heavy demands of the city.
These valos that gave my guys a wide berth didn’t know how well they had it.
I meant, the guys. Not my guys.
They weren’t my guys. I wasn’t claiming them. That would never happen.
Shut up, vagina!
“Who is ‘vagina?’”
I groaned, rolling my eyes to the dome above. Why did my thoughts escape my mouth at the most inconvenient times? And only here. I never had this problem on Earth.
Probably because I never spoke to anyone, but that wasn’t the point.
“It’s... it’s complicated.” And no, I didn’t want to discuss it.
He must’ve seen that last part written on my face, because he didn’t pry.
Lonan didn’t answer my question right away. He simply grabbed my hand and I had to half skip to keep up with his long strides.