by Alyssa Hope
One night he woke up in the middle of a great deal of purring and pulsing color, and was confused at first. Then he realized that all that nursing and touching had led to an inevitable result, if an unexpected configuration. D2 was on its hands and knees, and Darling was pumping into it enthusiastically from behind. From the look on D2’s face, Darling’s little cock wasn’t so little anymore, and even as Zack watched D2’s body jerked forward from the power of the little one’s thrust.
Darling had its eyes shut in ecstasy and its hands were wrapped around D2 and that huge penis of D2’s, stroking it hard at every thrust. D2 gasped for air as Darling lost control behind him, moaning and driving in erratically. Zack felt himself growing hard and brought his hands to his throbbing length to bring himself off as he watched this wild coupling, but then he met D2’s smiling eyes.
The true meaning of loving was beginning to be clear to him. Giving, taking, sharing. He moved into position in front of D2, stroking the sides of its head, thinking ‘soft’ at him. D2 purred even louder, and then sucked Zack’s length in. Zack wished he could turn colors too, as that greedy mouth, so much like Darling’s but bigger, took him in right to his base.
He was already lost in sensation, rocking back and forth into that soft warm mouth, when D2’s agile tongue wrapped around his length and massaged it inside that safe haven. He suddenly understood the need to grab onto something, but his arms weren’t long enough to reach behind D2 so he settled for holding onto the pillars that were D2’s strong arms, and trying to stay upright while his brains were sucked out through his cock. The big mouth sucked rhythmically and the tongue pulsed in waves up his length, finally wrapping around the rim of his broad head and pulling gently as if milking it, while the tip of the tongue drove into his slit.
Unable to purr, he screamed, and exploded down D2’s throat, feeling like he was indeed being milked dry. He felt D2 tense and then brace itself as Darling drove in hard one final time and cried out its climax, and then D2’s cum shot across the bed and even up Zack’s knees in long streams.
The three of them collapsed into a happy pile, and Zack cleaned up what he could of D2’s release with his tongue and his hand. It tasted sweet, like Darling’s did, but slightly different. He thought that he would be able to tell them apart by taste, if he ever had to. He tried to think about why that might be a strange thought, but couldn’t, and then wondered if his usually silent little Darling had learned to cry out in ecstasy from him. Tired and content, he fell asleep again, wrapped up in his lovers’ arms.
Days and nights passed, and he got used to waking up with bodies pressed against him and tongues caressing him, so he wasn’t surprised when he was woken up one night by a clever tongue that swirled around his hole and then probed further into it, twisting and thrusting gently. Zack moaned with pleasure, feeling the moisture from its tongue seeping into his sensitive channel and soothing him. That long tongue worked its way in, exploring deeper and deeper, until Zack wondered just how deeply it thought it needed to lubricate him. That wasn’t Darling, it was D2, but it felt good and he wasn’t about to complain.
The careful preparation ended suddenly when one twist of that agile tongue hit his prostrate. Apparently these creatures didn’t have a similar gland, because when Zack thrashed around and almost screamed, D2 retracted that wonderful tongue, sat back on its heels and looked surprised. D2 looked at Darling, who seemed to be sending it a message, of ‘Yes, he does that sometimes when he’s happy’.
D2 decided, correctly, that the cry was a happy noise, and, incorrectly, that Zack was ready to be mounted. D2 moved its large body between Zack’s knees, guided its huge cock to his entrance, and pushed in, hard. Zack screamed and thrashed some more, and Darling came around to his head, stroking his face. The huge cock behind him wasn’t going to fit up his ass, no way it was, and he began to struggle in earnest, but then Darling gave him that sweet little blue penis to suck on, and he couldn’t scream anymore.
D2 backed off, took a good grip on Zack’s waist, and then drove in harder, apparently puzzled as to why its cock wasn’t going in as smoothly as it should have. Zack thought he was going to be split in half, but then it was through his clenching ring and inside of him.
In the unexpected struggle to enter him, D2 seemed to have forgotten the lesson about ‘soft’. D2’s cock felt like it had barbs on it, and the more Zack struggled the deeper they dug into his channel, and he thrashed mindlessly, his cock still throbbing up against his belly. Agony and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, being loved and fucked and filled up and torn apart, all more than he could bear happening all at once.
Through a fog of pain and arousal he could hear the loud purring from both ends, and then his sweet Darling sat back on its heels to watch the show as D2 rutted into Zack’s ass, almost pushing him over at each stroke, but pulling him back with those big hands at his waist. Zack looked up and saw that his little Darling was smiling, purring loudly and pulsing in bright shades of blue and green, apparently delighted by the way D2 was ripping him apart inside.
Just when Zack thought he couldn’t take any more, D2 remembered to retract the barbs. As D2 pounded deeper and deeper into him, the brutal fucking began to feel more like loving, and he thrust his hips up and back, trying to take the big cock in even deeper. Long fingers stroked into his crease, opening it up, and he recognized Darling’s loving fingers.
Darling brought its sweet penis to his lips again and he sucked it in, wanting that sweet nectar again, wanting Darling to shove that cock right down his throat if that made it happy.
Sandwiched between the two, Darling pulling him forward onto one cock and D2 pulling him back onto another, he felt complete for the first time in his life. His poor abused channel began to pulse around that huge cock as pleasure won over pain and his own orgasm built. Would the two alien cocks meet somewhere in the middle of him, their cum filling him up inside totally? At that moment he wouldn’t mind if they did.
Filled from in front and from behind by two creatures seemingly bent on taking over his body in the best possible way, Zack gave into his own orgasm and shot his release across the bed, and over D2’s waiting hand. D2 exploded deep in his ass, and Darling down his throat, and they all hung onto each other jerking and pulsing until they were spent. D2 brought its cum-covered hand to its mouth and licked most of Zack’s release off before offering it to Darling, who finished cleaning it.
They collapsed together, and Zack slept, and when he woke up there was a nipple in front of his face again. Its owner seemed to be sleeping, so he reached up and gently kissed the big creature, then smiled into its eyes when it looked down at him. Its big hand guided his mouth to the nipple, and he latched on and sucked happily. If he was hallucinating, this was better than a lot of places he’d been.
When D2 finally decided that he was strong enough and recovered enough to get out of bed and let Darling take him into town, Zack somehow wasn’t surprised to find that most of the aliens seemed to be living in triads, with or without young ones. He also found out that his Darling hadn’t been the only little one who had been stolen away.
Any missing children at all were too many, and he soon found a role in teaching the little ones some basic self-defense skills. The young ones seemed to be immobilized by loud noises, so the first step was getting them accustomed to a variety of those and teaching them to run instead of curling up in a ball. Curling up with their hands over their ears made them easy prey, and he didn’t like the thought of more little darlings being taken away, to be sold and used however they could be used.
That thought was actually making him feel sick to the stomach, and he decided that he was getting old and soft, living on this idyllic planet with no wars to fight. He was also getting fat, so one day he patted his growing belly and explained to his little family that he was going to have to take up running again, to try to work some of this off.
That message must have gone across wrong, because both of them were suddenly pulling him back down
into a chair and looking worried. They poked and prodded at him, and another large creature came in and poked and prodded at him, and then he was sitting on the side of their big bed staring back and forth at Darling and D2 as they purred and hugged each other and brought him into the middle of a big hug, pulling him over backwards on the bed and showering him with kisses.
It took him a while to put two and two together and make four. Or, in this case, two and one together to make four. Seriously? He was pregnant? Apparently so, and although it was right up there with some of the stranger things he’d ever heard of, there was no doubt.
Four months later the tired old soldier was sitting up in bed cradling his very own little darling, with its proud fathers curled around him on either side.
Life didn’t get any better than this.
The happy end.
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It turns out that this is part of a trilogy of stand-alone stories about characters from the same worlds. Look for Norin’s Wild Thing, and Jacob’s Pair of Hearts.
Alyssa