Shared by the Alien Hybrids

by Lia Nox

  “Zuvo-”

  “Ssh,” He whispered, cutting across my words, his tones deep and hypnotic. It was like he was putting a spell on me and I just sat there and let him, willing for the spell to wash over me.

  Zuvo pushed me forward with one tap, my hands fixing me in place so that I was now on all fours, my breasts swaying, their nipples erect and perfectly pink. Axar and Tarnan reached out to grope them, their hands wanton and forceful, their actions much like a predator ensnaring their prey.

  They were unyielding, my body theirs to take and abuse as they saw fit, and oh how I wanted them to abuse it. I wanted to scream at them to just fuck me.

  The flat surface of Zuvo’s thumb massaged my pussy, the tip dipping in and out of my hole as he teased me - was he going to finger me or was his large cock going to pound into me instead. I hoped it was his cock. It was a magnificent specimen, its thick, ridged shape complemented by its length; it was the kind of member frequently dreamed of but far too few women ever experienced. Yet here I was, bent over with my ass in the air, my pussy wet and waiting, and I had three of these huge dicks to fill me. In my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, and in my hands - I wanted them to put them wherever they could and as often as possible.

  Zuvo had come up onto his knees now, his cock resting slightly against my ass while he moved himself into a comfortable position; Axar and Tarnan had moved closer too, though they were still kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipples. Zuvo handled his length and moved in from near my ass and right to near the entrance of my pussy, his tip just resting there. My head snapped back to glare at him, my body throbbing from its fingertips to toes with an ache that would only ease once he was drilling into me.

  He laughed at me, though there was no malice in the sound, but rather pure satisfaction at how much I craved him.

  “Ghee,” he said, his voice steady even though his expression wasn’t. “Ghee, Delia.”

  Of all the times for the damn translator to fail. But I wasn’t exactly going to stop and have him repeat the phrase for it to train on.

  Later.

  “Please, Zuvo, please… I need you, I need all of you.” I begged, my voice so low that it was bearable above a whisper. He looked back at me, his head still pushed dangerously close yet never moving; he wanted more from me. “Zuvo. Take me, take me right here and now.”

  I was rambling, my brain and mouth failing to connect, forgetting to remember that these gloriously sexy aliens didn’t understand this many words all strung together like that.

  And yet he placed his hands on my hips and moved into me.

  Maybe it was my eyes, their desperation breaking through, or maybe it was the fact he could feel me slip down onto him.

  Whatever the reason, he started to push the head of his thick erection forward.

  Zuvo

  Just as I was about to slide into Delia, I suddenly had an altogether better idea.

  I leaned back off of my knees, my ass connecting with the floor and pulled her towards me, her body following my lead as I directed her. Gripping either side of her, I lowered her down onto my thickening hardness. Her juices ran down me as her pussy followed, the angle meaning that Delia felt all of me go deeper and longer as I pulled her into me.

  Her gasps gave way to murmurs as she expanded to fit me.

  I raised her back up by her hips, my fingers starting to leave little red marks from the grip I had on her, though never once did she complain. She liked being dominated as much as I enjoyed exerting it, which was perfect, as I loved leaving my mark upon her.

  As I brought her back down, faster this time, I released my hands from her and smacked her behind; it was my way of telling her to take the lead and work that tight body for me. I was the first to admit that I relished taking charge, but there were times when I wanted to be led by someone other than myself. In the past, the women I had experienced hadn’t wanted to take the lead, their desire to be dominated leaving little room for me to work with, but Delia was different. She could be submissive, but she could also take control and make herself the leader of the pack, and in turn myself, with the subtlest of gestures.

  Delia knew exactly what I wanted, though she started to ride me slower than I’d have liked, I suspected because she wanted to tease me, playfully winding me up so that I prompted her to go faster. Right on cue, I smacked her rump again, harder this time, the slight ripple that her skin made was one of the most heavenly sights I’d been blessed enough to see. The next crack against her skin was nothing more than me gratuitously enjoying the show her ample behind was putting on for me.

  “More.” I ordered, slapping her ass once more. Delia rocked with each impact before moaning my name; the way her lips dripped with lust as she said “Zuvo” was like a drug all by itself.

  As I raised my twitching palm to administer another loud crack on that glorious behind, she lifted herself almost all the way off my cock, but then slammed back down onto me. It was such a fluid and direct movement that I noted just how entranced Tarnan and Axar were as they watched. The surprise and euphoria that I had felt at her doing this caused me to groan and grunt as her body bounced up and down. She was screwing me in frenzied thrusts, the tangible sound of her wetness as our skin smacked together was deafening. Oh, how I could listen to that sound all day long.

  It wasn’t long after those smacking sounds grew in volume that Delia and I came; her climaxing, the way her hole clenched around me, having a knock-on effect and causing me to give her all of my load. Before she’d even finished draining me dry, Axar had picked her up off of me and was lying her down on her front. He pulled at the underside of her hips so that her ass was the highest point of her body, thrust into the air like a prize to be claimed. It was a fitting way to describe her.

  I had to stop myself from exclaiming what a sight it was to see her positioned like that, her ass so round and open, the pink hole of her pussy and the darker hole of her ass both quivering in Axar’s face. The lucky bastard was getting one of the best views in the world.

  I watched, ravenously, as he stood over her, his legs slightly bent. He paused for a moment before he thrust every inch of his girth into her tight ass. Even though her rump had been exposed like that, I hadn’t expected Axar to take her quite so boldly, but I had definitely savored how he’d owned her with just one move. As he’d pounded into her for those first few strokes, her fingers had flexed and her mouth had gaped open in series of moans. He dove into her, his force more vigorous and unforgiving than mine, the white skin on her ass turning a pinkish red as he plowed away at her. Moans that gave way to almost screams rung around us all, clinging to the moist air as Tarnan and I looked on.

  “Harder.” She’d gasped as Axar had slammed into her again, her body now covered with a fine layer of dirt and sweat.

  I inwardly smiled as I thought about bathing her later, about being able to clean her body so that she was as wonderfully pristine as she had been before we’d rolled about in the dirt and grime together.

  Delia was being as animalistic as Axar.

  She was untamed and wild.

  Thirsty for even more, as always. Just as Axar spilled himself into her, the final thrust being the hardest and firmest he’d dealt her yet, Tarnan was already up and moving towards Delia. He was a little more careful with his handling of her, his soft nature always in conflict with the part of him that wanted to throw her down and take her like the beast he was.

  He moved her away from Axar and rolled her on her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she swallowed for more air. Although she was tired, she wore the most satisfied smirk on her face. Tarnan leaned in to kiss that smile, as a lover may canoodle with their significant other before making love. Once he’d given her that lightest of touches however, he parted her legs, wrapped her around him and then used his hands to guide his member into her.

  He took her more gently than we had, but after such a burst of chaotic energy, I felt that a more tender plowing was called for. Not that Tarnan h
eld back completely - he still entered her at such an angle that he was causing her back to ache within minutes, her hands grasping for him to touch her. As the sound of her moans grew louder and higher pitched, her mouth unable to keep its primal calls to itself, Tarnan leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, both of them breathing with one another as they orgasmed.

  It was quite beautiful to watch, I mused. If I was honest, watching her with Axar had stirred similar emotions inside of me; I was able to see how my love of her was shared by other individuals who I cared about deeply, and not just anybody but comrades I’d spent my whole life with. I respected how they pleasured her and, in return, they respected my efforts also.

  Delia lay there, her body quivering, the last few shakes of her orgasm still not fully expelled. I looked at her, my eyes filled with admiration and love.

  “Family.” It was but a single word, but Delia looked straight at me, her eyes filling with water. I knew it was happiness that was causing her to well up like that, but it still pained me to see her so emotionally vulnerable. But I couldn’t help it, that word had had no meaning to me, or to the others, until we’d met her.

  “More,” I continued, wanting to try and convey just how much I felt for her at that moment. “More than prize… Family.” It was hard to use her words, the way they formed inside my mouth never felt natural, but I hoped I’d said enough.

  Axar and Tarnan both nodded their heads and repeated my words, all three of us allowing ourselves to say what we probably should have expressed sooner into our journey.

  Delia still hadn’t said anything, something I suspected was due to the overwhelming sensation she was having to fend off as she lay there.

  We’d spent hours pleasuring one another, followed by then more from my brothers taking turns to also pleasure her, and so she was exhausted. Each orgasm had built on the last, leaving her unable to process anything without succumbing to feelings she may have otherwise been able to keep in check.

  Part of me was desperate to go over to her, to hold her and whisper that it was going to be okay, that she should let her tears fall freely. But I remained where I was, not wanting to push any further than what I already had done. I did wonder whether my words had affected her more because of how guarded I’d been around her in the past; I’d been the first to voice my distrust of her. It had taken a lot of time, and effort on her part, for me to let her in and accept her for who and what she was.

  Truthfully, it had surprised me that I was the one to be saying this right now. I had always thought it would be Tarnan that would voice any warm and fuzzy feelings before anyone else.

  Yet here I was sat, my heart pouring out of me through just a few well-placed words from a tongue that wasn’t native to my own.

  Delia

  If I could have asked someone right there and then whether they’d ever been pulled apart and then stuck back together again, I doubted that they’d understand what I meant. To describe it like that made it sound almost painful, when really it was an experience that was otherworldly in how it made me feel. It lifted you and caused you to float, your body so free of itself that you never wanted to come down from the high.

  I had three skilled lovers who knew just how to touch me in order to make me come apart at the seams. It was scary to have anyone know you like that, let alone three of them, but it was a feeling I wouldn’t change for the world. But as I lay there, my body trying to regulate itself after another long, wonderful, sensual session with them all, I almost had to slap myself when I heard what Zuvo was saying.

  Had he just said I was family?

  When I’d first explained that concept to them, one it seemed that they’d never heard of, they had struggled to follow along. Understandably so, given how different our native tongues were. But now they were saying, no, Zuvo was saying, that I was a part of them and their brood. I was more than a prize… My mind raced as my brain tried to process what I was hearing.

  Zuvo, of all people, had been wary of me from right from the beginning; he’d been quick to screw me and test what my body was capable of and what it could take, but trust had been withheld. I knew that things had changed a lot since then, to the point that he’d even joined in with Axar when he’d taught me how to hunt and fight. But I hadn’t expected it to be such a profound change, and one that was so swift.

  My sight roamed over all three of them, their heads nodding in agreement, them each saying words that held no meaning to me as I fell deeper into a well of emotion that I’d tried so hard to keep closed.

  When I’d first landed here, lost both in mind, body and soul, hoping against hope that my family would now be safe because me “taking” on this job, I couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome. Having been thrown into a blackhole and tossed across half of the galaxy, lucky to survive, I’d ended up with three aliens that had chosen to take care of me rather than hurt me. Add to that how we’d grow to care for one another, not forgetting the endless pleasure we gave each other, and it was a perfect fit. What a life to live, right?

  I blinked back tears.

  It all sounded so wonderful, some might even call it fairytale-esque, but the cold hard reality of it all was much harsher. I was an alien on their world, thrown out of my own planet and thrust upon another. I’d crashed, lost what family I did have in that instant, and had struggled to find my way in new surroundings. The men I was now with had given me so much, had gratified my needs, but I’d always kept this notion of love at bay. I’d been burnt one too many times by those devastating flames before. And now they were declaring their feelings for me, feelings that went beyond me merely making their cocks hard and giving them a variety of ways to exercise their skill in using them.

  A battle was warring inside of me, between this being my life now and the suddenness of their connection. My tears begun to fall freely, though they weren’t of sadness, or at least not entirely; it was a bitter-sweet mix of happiness and sorrow. They were welcoming me in on another intimate level, but at the same time they were reinforcing how there was no going back to my life before. This was it. This planet was now mine as well as theirs, and they were my new family.

  Thankfully none of them had come over to me yet, though I could tell that each of them were eager to, Tarnan especially. I wanted them to come to me if they were going to allow me to lose myself in them once more, but I didn’t want to acknowledge these intense emotions any longer.

  Zuvo was the first to draw nearer to me, which surprised me yet again - was he trying to break me?

  He snuggled into me, with Tarnan and then Axar following suit, all of them a circle of love all around me. I flung my arms around them, pulling them into an awkward but meaningful hug, my body grasping for something more than simple comfort. I needed to forget myself and my sadness for a while.

  If I gave myself over to pleasure, to that carnal side of me that had grown so much more over the last few days, I would be able to get through this.

  My hands stroked at them, their skin cool from the sweat that had started to dry there, the coolness only adding to the allure of their sculpted physiques. I wanted their bodies close to me, tight to my frame as I was to theirs, the connection between us all so unbreakable that it felt like we’d never part. I needed their tenderness right now, I needed them to take me as theirs as they had done before, the only question was whether I could be that provocative right now? As much as I tried (and wanted) to deny it, the need to make love far outweighed the need to fuck.

  I began kissing them wherever I could, not frantically or too impassioned, but slow and lingering, making sure that the contact between my lips and their skin lasted as long as possible. I wanted to immerse myself in everything about them. They each responded to my caress, their bodies taking controlled breaths as the arousal in them grew, yet they forever remained calm.

  No words could translate my ache for them like my body could, how my feelings had shifted yet again and that I needed something else from them now. Something that matched that
change in me. It was Axar who drew me into him first, my body curling to his as if we’d been made for one another, the confident demeanor still there but less arrogant and competitive. He wasn’t trying to prove anything right now, nor was he trying to satisfy his ambitions, all he wanted was to feel me the way I needed to feel him.

  Each stroke of their fingers, the simplest and purest of touches, sent a jolt of electricity through every fiber of my being; they were touching my soul, reaching in and joining it with theirs. I’d never been one for romance - those love stories that were meant to transcend all of time and space, but here I was allowing myself to hope that it was possible.

  I didn’t want to give it a name just yet, nor did I was to try and communicate with words about what this meant for all of us. I just wanted to be close to them, for them to slowly lay me down and adore me; I needed their affections, their devotion.

  The sweetness of them all, coming together like this, made me give into my sadness; in an attempt to forget about it, to push it aside, I’d faced it and accepted it as a part of the experience. I couldn’t feel this way about them if I kept denying that those emotions were there.

  As the realization washed over me and I allowed it to embolden my love making, Axar was the first to cradle me. His body curved around mine like a spoon, my ass pressed inside his groin. I could feel the desire that sat there, patiently waiting to be released and to enter me, but he didn’t rush the moment ahead nor did he pound into me how he had done earlier. Instead, his growing member rested against me, both of our bodies tingling at this soft touch, neither of us quite ready to go further.

  As I backed myself into him even more, eager to get as close as possible, Tarnan came to the front of me, our noses touching tip to tip. Zuvo then came and lifted my head slightly, resting it on his lap as he sat and looked down into my eyes, both of us stealing a second just for us.