by Lia Nox
These three - Axar, Zuvo, and Tarnan - they’d had no real reason to do any of that, especially after I’d been so willing to make love to them, pleasure them as they had done me, just as often as they wanted.
What could they gain from doting on me? No, they were doing this because they wanted to, they needed and wanted me.
They were more than muscular, chest-thumping brutes, and they’d made me feel like I had a place in a new world…
I wanted, no, needed, to show them a gesture of my appreciation.
“We return now.” Axar motioned it was time to call it a day. With a thrill, I realized the translator was working, just a bit more.
All of my ridiculous repeating of words, points and making them name things, over and over was paying off.
And then Zuvo rattled off a sentence that made no sense at all.
Sigh. Not quite there yet.
But from their motions, it was clear: we’d press on in search of the answers they all needed once we’d taken a breather for ourselves. I could tell by the grin Axar offered me, so wide and honest, that he was proud of me.
I liked it when he praised me, even without any or only a few words between us. It was quite amazing to think about all that we conveyed without uttering a single word, and I had to admit that I liked that. There was something comforting in the comfortable silences we could share. Not that I didn’t ever want to hear them speak to me properly, in a way which I could understand, but just that I would be able to manage until that time came.
My feet were kind of sluggish as I shuffled my way back to camp, though I was determined to make it back by myself. I was a warrior-in-training, I could do this, piece of cake!
Besides, the journey wasn’t all that long, it was more my body wanting desperately to return to its newly normal occupation of basking under the heated gazes of these fine aliens, while also being pampered and petted throughout the night.
It wasn’t a bad life, I silently joked to myself.
Back at camp, I sat myself down beside Tarnan, keeping my body close to his so that I could feel his skin against mine. The subtlest of touches. It was charged between us already, a sensation Tarnan quickly became aware of as he’d turned with mild surprise and looked at me; my eyes bored into his, my desire aflame and untethered. I knew he could sense the hunger in me, but before he could react and take control, just as I’d so often wanted him to do before, I started to make my advances on him.
I stroked him, my fingers only giving the lightest of caress, my nails occasionally grazing his skin in a way that sent pleasurable shivers down his spine. Before I’d started to lick the same flesh, I had watched with searching eyes as Tarnan had twitched under my touch.
The licking was symbolic for me, an action I’d wanted to do for some time now. Each of them had tasted me in every sense of the word, their tongues probing and exploring every inch of my body. But what had most excited me, what had set my skin on fire for more, had been those tentative licks of my flesh right at the very beginning.
It had been such a change to their roaming eyes and seeking hands, and not simply because of the change of body part, there was also the amazing texture of their tongues. It was almost rough, but in a way that made you crave more, like a playful nibble on the earlobe or a spank on the behind; it was rough but in a good way. And when their tongues crossed the pink hue of my nipples, swirling around them and lapping away, the sensitivity they’d unlocked had been almost unearthly.
Thinking back on how I’d quivered and begged for more, I took Tarnan’s nipples into my mouth, one at a time, my tongue pinning him in place as theirs had done mine. I was reacting and re-envisioning that memory anew. The tongue was such a wonderful muscle, and I was going to use mine to its full potential to get him exactly where I wanted him. He’d be unable to hold back soon enough.
It wasn’t long before he couldn’t.
“Delia.” With a groan, Tarnan pulled me into him and we shared an intense kiss, wet, hot, and explorative, our tongues battling it out as we crashed together. I loved feeling that warm wetness as I straddled him to taste more, making sure to position my body so that I could take him inside of me the moment I decided the time was right.
But before I could even think of when that would be, Axar had come up behind me and joined in, all three of us melding together. The only thing I needed now to make this picture complete was Zuvo. My eyes looked for him beneath heavy lids, my pleasure sending me into a hazy bubble of arousal as I ground and rocked. I found him. His hand on his magnificent cock, him slowly stroking as he watched the others take me over, make me their own.
I’ve never found anything more arousing than watching a man please himself while he enjoys watching you enjoy yourself. It’s so quietly confident and self-assured; Zuvo wanted me to have fun and knew that I could do that without diminishing his talent.
God, I needed him to get his ass over here.
Tarnan
We’d settled down for the time being, uncertain of whether we were going to make a move onwards to look for another station sooner rather than later, to one which hopefully contained a shred of tangible evidence for us to work with, or whether we’d simply remain here for the rest of the evening.
I’d decided that Axar and Zuvo could battle it out amongst themselves, as all I really wanted to do was have a plan I could work with. I couldn’t even begin to express how much being left without instruction and so uninformed had unnerved me.
How much I almost wished the masters would yell a command at me just one more time.
As their voices echoed in my head, I tried my hardest to shake the thoughts away.
Quite out of nowhere, I became aware of Delia sitting herself beside me, her eyes blazing with such intensity that I almost wanted to turn away. She’d burned for us before, but right now was the brightest she’d ever been. Her head coyly tilted to the side and back to center, her eyes never once leaving mine; I was mesmerized.
One of her hands, the nimble fingers tentatively stroking, swept from my neck to my pecs and then back, the motion on a loop. When she’d started this pattern again for the third time, my skin now tingling with each caress, she changed out her fingers and replaced them with her lips.
It was a shock to go from one texture of flesh to another, her mouth far softer than her fingertips, but I welcomed the intimacy with her. Delia unfurled her tongue from her full, parted lips, their redness as fresh as blood, and drew lines up and down my neck.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a ragged breath, my body trying, but failing, to keep calm under this type of touch. She’d always been tactile with us before, pulling at us for more, moaning out our nicknames, but she’d never licked us as we had done her. The role reversal was exhilarating.
Her tongue left silky wet trails down from my neck to my pecs, the tip of her muscle encircling my nipples but never taking them into her mouth and sucking them. She was such a temptress. My abs naturally tensed whenever she touched me, my body on the edge of excitement with each fresh lick; I wanted to feel that tongue trace the outline of every single muscle I had.
Then I wanted to watch her do the same to Axar and Zuvo, to see her give herself over to us in yet another unique way.
My hands started to stroke her smooth skin, my palms gently pressing into the curve of her waist and over the satisfying roundness of her hips and ass. Running on my carnal desires more than my emotional ones, I pulled her onto my lap, her back pressed against my chest.
The feel of skin on skin, that first touch as we’d come together, was invigorating. It was how close I was to her, not only in proximity but in the intimacy we shared, that had me wanting to pop like a geyser.
It could devolve into hardcore screwing at any second, neither of us able to hold back any longer, but until we crossed that fine line, we’d stay clasped together.
Her ass swirled into my lap and I firmed up instantly.
A coy little giggle snaked its way from her lips.
My lips searched out
for hers then, her head turning to face me so that we could taste the longing that dripped from our tongues; saliva mixed and rushed together as our tongues clashed inside our mouths.
Raising up slightly and positioning herself so that she could straddle me, her breasts squeezed against my chest, our nipple now lightly rubbed against one another as we gently rocked back and forth.
“Mmmmm,” Delia sighed, her eyes closed while she lost herself in the moment.
Axar came up and settled himself behind her at that moment, his knees resting only an inch or two away from me; he carefully fondled up from her feet, his nails tickling and causing her to squirm against my taut cock, before molding his hands to her ass cheeks. He moved his hands so that they gripped as much of her toned, round bottom as possible, his hands forever desperate to take more of her flesh into them.
Upon their connection, more whispers of pleasure escaped from Delia’s lips and into my mouth, our kisses landing more slowly but by no means less passionately.
My eyes caught Axar’s just as he ran one of his fingers down the crack of her ass, the explorative touch making her catch her breath. She held herself like that, our lips locked into a silent, unmoving kiss, as she waited to see where else his finger would go.
Axar grinned at me, his eyes on fire with such mischief and manipulation that I knew she’d be putty in our hands again before too long. Right now she’d been steering, and we’d been letting her, but as the tension and urges built, we were finding it too difficult to keep our animalistic wants in check. Instead we reverted back to our most base desires.
His finger disappeared from view, the tip pushing past the firm ring of muscle that lay between her cheeks. Delia’s eyes widened momentarily, her body tensing inwardly before easing down onto his finger, her body controlling how far past her exit he pushed.
When his finger was inside of her all the way to the base of his finger, he slowly rotated his digit from left to right, working up to introducing more fingers once she was ready. A moan came from Delia again, her ass slightly bouncing on my lap as she moved with his finger, my hands still caressing as I watched her work.
She was so bewitching. Even as the sweat started to form on her brow, the heat from our two bodies engulfing her, she looked like a sultry vision.
Moving my hands from her back and round to her front, I stroked down her breasts and all the way to in between her thighs. It was such a quick journey, and yet it must have felt teasingly slow for her, as she’d eyed me with desire and frustration - at one moment I’d thought she was going to order me to hurry. It was my turn to grin now.
My fingers played with the small patch of hair that nestled on top of her mound, its curls as dark and rich in color as the flowing locks of her hair. Just beyond where her slit started and her lips began to part, my fingertips found her fleshy nub of nerves. As I rubbed up and down then around it, the hood of this fascinating part of her body pulled back and exposed more of its sensitive skin. I pressed three of my fingertips on top of it and rubbed firmly.
“Ahhhhhh, yes,” Delia groaned, her voice filling my head and taking over my senses.
We remained in that position, all three of us, for what felt like hours, me rubbing and Axar fingering, the sweetness between her legs getting wetter with each passing moment. The urge to push her back, spread her legs and bury my tongue into her tight, pink hole was maddening.
But there was something so wonderfully lustful about spending all this time rubbing her, taking in her wetness and smell - that musky aroma, the way it tickled my nose and made me salivate. She was the sweetest smell I’d ever experienced, and her taste just as delicious. I wanted to drink her up, devour her, not able to quench my thirst until she was screaming my name.
I arched my eyebrows as her hips bucked against me, Axar’s probing finger having now become two; she was on the cusp of a shuddering climax. I was so damn smug watching her, knowing she was mine.
A soft chuckle made me turn: Zuvo was sat watching us both, his hand stroking his rock-hard cock, his member flexing with sensitivity whenever he pulled back his skin to reveal his swollen head.
“Come on.” I called over to him. Delia followed my voice with her eyes, her gaze landing on his flexing length; the dirtiest, most devilishly smiled I’d ever seen her wear appeared on her face.
“Mmmm, yes, come here.” She cooed, her head nudging to the side to signal for him to come to her.
All three of us watched, Delia with lust in her eyes and Axar and myself with mutual understanding, as Zuvo walked over, his hardness proudly raised in front of him as he moved.
“Ohhhhh, yes,” She moaned.
“You’d better get here right now.”
Delia
My God, he was a vision. Well, they all were, their toned, sculpted bodies enthralled with every inch of mine. It wasn’t the first time I was both amazed and appreciative that this is how our relationship dynamic had played out.
As my eyes watched Zuvo’s cock bounce with each stride he took towards me, I licked my lips and thanked whatever gods there might be that I had found these men. I wasn’t a shallow woman by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d have been astounded if any woman could have been so close to these three and not ended up with drenched underwear every, single day.
Speaking of wetness, my pussy was practically dripping at this point, the endless massaging and probing causing my body to respond with yet more longing.
Why was it never enough when I was with them? Normally I had been able to satisfy my desires when with a lover - but this time I had three at my beckon call and it always left me yearning, pining, dying for more of them. I wanted them to kiss me, lick me, flip me over and pound me, then nuzzle into me and treat me like the most precious thing on this entire planet.
As Zuvo knelt down beside me, his hands tickling the top of my back with his long fingers, I knew that I was getting my wish. In abundance.
After all the heavy petting and writhing around, it was a small window of pure romance when Zuvo touched his forehead against mine before kissing me.
To begin with he was as tentative as Tarnan, but then he morphed into this dominant force; not quite as cocky as Axar, but he knew he had me. He was a spider and I was the fly caught in his web. The only difference here was that I wanted him to eat me, I wanted to hold his head in place as I wiggled my pussy in his face. I was determined that he’d eat every last bit of me until I told him to stop.
My mind may have been racing with more depraved thoughts by the second, but that didn’t stop me from being in the now as Axar coated his fingers in more of his spit before easing his fingers back into me.
That second entry was somewhat rougher than the last, but it was still controlled, as if he was trying to prove that while we all knew how badly I wanted this, it was him who held the keys to whether I got it or not. It was the hottest most boastful display of power he had ever displayed, and I lapped it up like a cat hungrily laps at a saucer of milk.
“Mine.” He growled by my ear, his voice gravelly and low. In response, I backed my ass further down onto his fingers, taking him the furthest he’d ever been inside my back passage. A low hum of satisfaction came from him as he felt my walls tighten and contract with each movement.
Fingers then joined in to stroke at my chin, calling me back to him; Tarnan was wanting to make sure that I knew that I was as much his as I was Axar’s. As if I needed reminding. I fluttered my eyelashes at him, giving him the most seductive expression I could muster, willing him to move from my clit and to fill my pussy with his searching fingers.
I loved him stimulating my clit, that insatiable tingle sending shockwaves throughout my body, but I needed the same level of fullness I felt behind me in my pussy. I took my hand and placed it on top of his, moving his hand lower.
“Right there.”
I had spread my lips for him with my fingers, exposing the silky juices of my folds. He took in the view, smacking his lips together, before pushing his f
inger past my entrance and all the way inside of me. Then he added in another, and to my surprise, yet another finger.
When he slid the last one into me my breath shakily left my mouth; before I even had a chance to register just how full I actually was, he started to work his fingers into me. My knees nearly gave way from under me.
It was like being swept up by a hurricane, the force so raw that anything that came into contact with it could do little else other than surrender and be taken along with it.
My own personal storm tossed me about, my body thrusting from one man to the other while Zuvo flicked and pinched my nipples. He was manipulating the pressure between gentle and hard so that I never knew what was coming next; it was a delicate dance, but one he navigated effortlessly.
“Please,” I begged, needing him to put his lips to my nipples, for his hot mouth to engulf them as he suckled, occasionally nibbling the skin. I didn’t have to wait long for him to do just that, only he went one further than that and also moved one of his hands to my aching clit. The spot was so exposed and sensitive right now that I whimpered before he’d properly touched it.
The moment he did, all my muscles contracted, the walls of my pussy and ass spasming and wrapping around their fingers as Zuvo frantically worked my clit. I quaked, my thighs twitching uncontrollably as I fell apart again and again.
But none of them stopped - they wanted to push me to my next orgasm and then the next. Now that the bottle had been uncorked, it didn’t take long for me to come again, the seeping mess between my legs undeniable and hard to miss. I looked from one to the other as I rode out my climax, the rush of pressure and then that explosive relief more intense than the last.
“Fuck… yes…!”
I all but collapsed onto Tarnan’s lap, my body doubled over as I tried to regain some form of composure however small.
As I knelt there, their fingers free of me for the moment, I felt Zuvo move so that his cock was pointed at my throbbing, wet hole. I stole a quick look, my lids feeling incredibly heavy.