“Give it to me, Harry!”
I thrust into her until I hit the back wall, and I held her there and let her twirl against me as Purshia applied that skilled tongue to her.
“Cum for me, baby,” I whispered and massaged her beautiful blue breasts.
It almost sounded like she was crying as she climaxed, arching her back and crying out. “Suns and stars!”
She grabbed Purshia’s head and pressed it against her pussy. Her vaginal walls squeezed me, and between that and Purshia’s tongue, I was super close myself.
But I never wanted it to end, so I did my damnedest to keep it together.
“Oh, Harry, oh Purshia!” Ella screamed.
She jittered violently as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms gushed through her.
When she finally finished, I gently rolled her off me onto the blanket.
“You two are just… just… hmm,” Ella said as she basked in her orgasmic glow.
Purshia was sitting up on her knees and smiling at me coyly. Her eyes moved down to my still raging hard-on, and she licked a canine tooth.
“Come here.” I hooked a finger at her.
She looked a little hesitant. “Be gentle, Harry.”
“I will,” I promised as she came toward me.
I got up on my knees so and pulled Purshia onto my lap.
My cock was pressed between us, rubbing against her wet pussy. Purshia wrapped her arms around me, and I slid into her.
She clawed my back and gripped me tight, moaning in my ear.
“Are you okay?” I breathed.
“Oh, it’s so big, but it feels so good.”
I filled her to the brim, and with every inch she squeezed me tighter. Purshia hardly had breath as she settled onto my shaft, but then she purred and moaned softly. She moved up and down, slowly at first but then faster, and her breathing grew more urgent.
I cupped her ass and raised myself so I was the only thing holding her up. I pumped my arms like I was doing curls with her body, bouncing her up and down on my lap.
Ella watched with a naughty smile on her beautiful face.
Purshia buried her face in the crook of my neck as I thrust into her tight pussy, and she suddenly burst out with the most musical orgasmic cry I had ever heard.
“Right there! Right there! Oh, Harry, it’s sooo deeeep!”
Ella came up behind Purshia as she was convulsing on my shaft, pressing her blue tits together.
“I want to taste you,” she said and licked her own damn nipple.
Between the sight of Ella sucking on her nipple and Purshia’s hot box squeezing my cock, I was nearing the edge.
Purshia jumped off before I came, and both girls licked the sides of my cock. The orgasmic buildup slowed when Purshia got off, but the sight of the two woman sucking me at the same time got me back there pretty quick.
I grabbed my throbbing shaft as the climax erupted from my balls like hot lava, and my load shot out like a heat-seeking missile. Ella jerked in surprise when it hit her cheek, and then laughed mischievously and opened her mouth. I shot my next load into her mouth, then onto Purshia’s waiting tongue. The cat woman suddenly grabbed my cock and stuffed it right down her throat, and I mean all the fucking way!
I was shocked, and the sight of her with a face full of dick stirred up another round of incredible orgasms.
I had never met a girl who could deep throat like that. I mean, she was like one of those sword swallowers. I unloaded in her throat as Ella looked on with utter amazement.
A laugh escaped me as the last of my juice slid down her throat, and I pulled out, jerking as the sensitive underside of my cock emerged from her tight lips.
“Oh my frigging god…” I said and collapsed on the blanket beside Ella.
Purshia purred and licked her lips, then proceeded to lick all the cum off Ella’s face and tits.
“You two are straight up freaky,” I said.
Ella giggled like Purshia’s tongue tickled.
“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” she said breathlessly.
Purshia snuggled up to me. “Me too.” She kissed my cheek.
“You two are amazing. I feel like the luckiest man in the whole damn universe.”
“That’s because you are.” Ella followed the snarky remark with a whimsical laugh.
“How soon can you do it again?” Purshia asked.
Ella’s eyes brightened.
The girls crashed after the second sex session, and I kept watch with the drogan.
“’Sup, Drodog?” I asked the beautiful creature.
It pruned its feathers and pretty much ignored me, and I stayed out of striking distance, just because.
I looked out over the valley and marveled at the lengths the grays had gone to just to put on a gladiator battle. You could fit a city and its outskirts in this place. The sky looked completely real, and it even rained. It seemed like such a waste of resources to turn it into a battleground.
Or maybe the grays had never-ending resources.
They sure acted like it. I mean, they had gone to the edges of the galaxy to pick up twenty-four aliens. Then, just for the hell of it, they cut our right arms in half and scattered a bunch of billion dollar prosthetics around.
The technology at their disposal was incredible, and I wondered again how in the hell we were going to pull off our escape. I glanced at the sky, where I thought the door had opened, and I imagined myself and the girls flying through on the back of the drogan. On cue, it made a huffing noise. It was staring at the sky too.
“You want to fly?” I asked.
It perked up and cocked its head like a curious border collie. The plume of feathers on its neck stood on end and spread wide.
“I’ll let you fly around, but you have to stay close and watch our camp. You got it?”
I don’t know if it meant yes, but Drodog shook his head excitedly.
“Go ahead then, but you better keep your friends the hell away.”
The drogan took three long steps and leapt off the ledge. I watched it fall and then open its magnificent wings, which shone sleek and dark in the moonlight.
The night was quiet, and as Drodog circled high above our ridge, I studied the land for any signs of the other players. I tapped on the gray skull in the corner of my vision and selected Opponents. There were eleven players left, including me, Ella, and Purshia.
I studied the names and the pictures of the remaining eight, as well as how many kills they had. I had three kills logged beside my name: the Sasquatch alien, the one that looked like an old hag, and the goblin. A few of the players had as many kills as me, and one had five.
I tapped on his picture, and it grew larger until it showed his entire body. It was the cyclops alien I had seen tearing shit up on top of the hill. With any luck, someone else would take the bastard out.
Attention, Warriors!
An opponent has died!
10 Remain.
The icon flared in the upper left side of my vision, and rather than disregard it, I tapped on it with growing anticipation. Had someone killed the cyclops? What a coincidence that would be. But nope.
The image of a big ball of fur came to life. Its name was apparently Zegerex, and it was a Tarlockian, whatever the hell that was.
A few hours later, Drodog landed, and Ella took her turn as lookout. I told her that someone had died while she was sleeping, and she looked more forlorn than happy to hear it.
“Get some sleep, Harry,” she said and kissed me deeply on the lips. “You deserve it.”
She sent me to bed with a slap on the ass, and I happily curled up with Purshia on the blanket.
I awoke from dreams of pizza and cheeseburgers to the smell of alien meat stew. Ella was sitting against the wall, eating from a packet.
Purshia wasn’t beside me, and I assumed she was keeping watch. The drogan was out there, standing guard, but another pair of eyes didn’t hurt, and we had decided it was best if someone kept watc
h while the others slept.
“Did you even get any sleep?” I asked Ella with a yawn as I sat up and stretched my sore muscles.
“I slept beside you half the night, but you are a heavy sleeper. You didn’t even move.”
“I was frigging bushed, but you must still be tired. What did you get, a few hours?”
“I slept enough,” she said with a smile. “My kind do not require a lot.”
“That smells different,” I gestured at the food pouch in her hand. She was scooping out the contents with a wooden spoon that looked like it had been freshly carved.
“It is, but it’s not much better.”
She joined me on the blanket and offered me a pouch and another spoon.
“Did you make these?” I asked.
“Purshia did. She whittled them with her claws.”
We shared a laugh, and I sniffed at the contents. This one had a faint pork and beans aroma, and I thought I smelled tarragon as well. The new food proved to be as bland as the beef-flavored one, and it took me a while to get it all down. My stomach was a little crampy, and I didn’t know if it was the weird alien food or the water.
“It’s strange that none of us have gotten sick,” I said. “I mean, on my world there are germs and diseases.”
“Those things exist all through the universe,” said Ella. “But I doubt the grays want their competitors coming down with Andromian star fever. The nanobots they injected into us are probably keeping such germs at bay.”
The idea of the grays injecting me with odd shit while I was passed out on a table gave me the willies, but I was glad there was no evidence they were the anal-probe enthusiasts reported by some people on Earth.
When I finished eating, I took a long pull from the water canteen, noting it had been refilled.
“Where did you find fresh water?”
“Purshia got it from a spring near here. The grays designed this place with numerous shelters and water sources.”
“Speak of the devil,” I said when Purshia joined us.
She smiled happily as she sauntered over, then she bent and gave me a big kiss.
“Welcome back, sleepy eyes.” She rubbed her nose lovingly against mine, like one might a puppy dog.
I laughed, she had a tendency to brighten the room. “Good morning.”
“It’s quiet out there.” She sat and accepted a pouch from Ella. “Except for that one death.”
“We’re down to only ten,” said Ella. “It’s going to be a lot harder now.”
“That’s what she said,” Purshia blurted.
We all shared a laugh.
“At least we’ve got each other,” I said.
“I think you were right about other players teaming up,” said Purshia. “I saw a fire all the way across the valley on the other ridge earlier, and I thought I saw more than one person standing around it.”
“You did? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I just did.”
“I thought the drogans would have killed a bunch of players by now.” I glanced at Drodog, who stood on the ledge, watching the sky.
“As I said, those who are left are the best of the best,” said Ella.
“And who knows how many nano arms they’ve found?” Purshia added.
“I think I’m going to take Drodog for a ride and see what I can learn about the dome that surrounds us, and the sky door we saw yesterday.”
“Do you know how to fly?” Purshia asked. “I’m a pilot, you know, and if anyone is going to ride one of those beasts, it should be me.”
“You may be right,” I said, “but I’m already linked to the drogan through the mind control nanobots. I don’t want to see what happens when you take the dart out.”
“What do you hope to learn?” Ella asked with a hint of worry etched on her beautiful blue face.
“Anything. Drodog might be our only way out of here, and that sky door is our ticket home.”
“Home?” said Ella. “Harry, do you realize how far we are from our homes? Even if we get out of here, how do we get off this ship?”
“Purshia’s a pilot, remember? She can get us out of here.”
“I can fly anything,” Purshia said confidently. “Besides, the nanobots in our head will allow us to read anything, no matter how alien the vessel.”
“What if the nanobots inside us can stop us from escaping?” Ella asked.
I hadn’t thought of that, and the idea was like an elephant sitting its fat ass right on my hopes and dreams.
“One thing at a time,” I said, which had always been a personal mantra that helped keep me sane. “I’m taking Drodog out before I lose my nerve. Wish me luck!”
I walked to the ledge, and Ella followed me out.
“Yeah?” I stopped to regard her.
“On your world, do wishes come true?”
Purshia looked at me with the same hope in her eyes, and I offered them a reassuring smile.
“Sometimes,” I told them. “Sometimes….”
Drodog gazed at me nervously as I approached, and I could still see a faint white glint in his eyes.
“All right, boy,” I said and rubbed my hands together. “I’m going to climb up on your back, and you are going to remain completely still. Understand?”
He just stared.
“When I climb up on you, don’t move, okay?”
More staring.
I didn’t know if the look meant “Sure asshole, hop on,” or if he was trying to decide if I tasted like chicken.
I worked up my nerve, then with an “Ah, fuck it!” I walked over and touched his big hind leg.
He hadn’t moved, and I took that as good sign. There were nanobots in his brain that made him obey me, so I had nothing to worry about, right?”
If I was wrong, it wasn’t going to be pretty.
Drodog scowled ever so slightly, and I wondered if he was receiving some sort of mental impression of my fear. Maybe he just straight up sensed it. Either way, I realized it wasn’t going to help me at all.
“Don’t get any ideas, pal.” I petted the beast’s soft feathers. “We’re going for a nice flight.”
He perked up when I said that, and his scowl disappeared.
“You like that idea, huh?” I said. “You want to fly?”
He quivered, and I thought if I asked him again, he would roar and dance around like an excited dog.
“Hold still.” I put my boot up on the small horn at the back of his hind leg.
I climbed up on the bent knee, and the drogan remained where he was. It was easy to climb up his back, due to the small horns, and I found a good spot between his front shoulder blades where I wouldn’t get battered by the wings on the upstroke.
The downy feathers on the beast’s back offered a descent cushion, and the small horns were great handholds. I gripped one of them tightly with my nano hand and prepared myself for what was sure to be a hell of a ride.
“Be careful, Harry,” said Purshia.
I glanced over and saw her and Ella watching me. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I assured them.
“Before we know it?” Purshia furled her brow.
“It means very soon.”
“Okay. See you before I know it.”
I chuckled, and it helped lighten the mood.
I was about to ride an alien dragon. No big deal.
“Okay, Drodog, let’s do this. Nice and easy now, and no going upside down.”
He shook out his feathers, which jostled me around, but he didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. Maybe I was using too many words.
“Fly!” I yelled and gripped the horn.
No sooner had I said it than Drodog took three long strides and leapt off the ledge.
“Shiiit!” I screamed as we suddenly dropped straight down.
I heard a disgusting sound behind me, and I glanced back to see that Drogan was leaving a long stream of green shit behind us. Apparently, he had taken my expletive as a command.
; I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream as we rushed toward the forest canopy.
“Pull up, damn you!” I screamed, thinking Drodog was trying to kill us both.
He opened all four wings, and my face slammed against my nano arm as we leveled out. We shot over the treetops like a missile, and I glanced down at the blur of trees.
“Up, Drodog! Fly up into the sky!”
My mount beat his wings and sailed steadily upward. I steered him for the middle of the sky, but then I got paranoid that we would just slam into the top of the dome.
I don’t know how high we were. It was hard to tell. But it had to be at least a mile.
I steered him in a steadily rising circle, hoping that something about the sky would stand out, and I would be able to see the dome for what it was.
“Give me a roar, Drodog! I’ve got an idea.”
The beast roared as it circled, and my hunch proved correct when his voice echoed back at us.
“Again, Drodog! Roar again, and keep flying upward!”
The echo became shorter and shorter the higher we went, and when it sounded like we were close, I told him to level out and fly straight. If it was really a dome, I might be able to see it curve.
I stared at the mountains that surrounded the area and realized I couldn’t see anything beyond them. It was just the mountains and more sky, like we were just on a chunk of land floating in the middle of nothing.
I saw a shimmer in the sky. The electrical pattern of a grid suddenly made itself clear, and the loss of the illusion of sky was disorienting as hell. I could now see the shape of the dome, and I was less than fifteen feet away from it.
“A little higher… easy now, Drodog, easy.” I tried to make sense of what I was seeing.
We were flying toward the eastern ridge when the roof of the dome suddenly moved lower.
“Watch out!” I called, but it was too late.
Drodog’s right wings grazed the dome, and electricity suddenly shot through us both.
My cries of pain were drowned out by my mount’s, and as the acrid stench of burned drogan feathers filled my nose, we fell toward the ground far, far below.
My body jittered with electrical charges, and had my nano arm not been gripping Drodog’s horn, I would have fallen off his back. He flailed drunkenly as we fell, but luckily he didn’t roll over.
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