Shared by the Alien Hybrids

by Lia Nox

  I knew that we hadn’t lost anything by only finding the translator now, that our love had grown naturally because of how we’d been together, but there was an underlying sense of being cheated.

  This planet had to keep on stealing the best moments for itself, and it was really starting to piss me off.

  Still, that emotion was to be called upon when I could pummel some grimy monster into the dirt or rip apart a piece of tech branded with the masters' insignia, not for now.

  For the moment, I would focus on my lady and my brothers.

  As my mood simmered down again, back to the contented feeling that everyone else was mimicking, Delia looked more at ease as she regarded me.

  “You always have your mind on battle, don’t you, Warrior.” She grinned when she said the last word, her mouth emphasizing the phrase; it was the same term we used to describe skilled fighters.

  The fact that she had chosen that for me, that this was one of the attributes that shone through the most, had me wanting to thump on my chest and roar out into the air.

  I wasn’t just a warrior to my comrades, nor my deceased masters, I was a warrior to her.

  Glad that I liked my nickname, even though she barely used it anymore, Delia gave one last smile before she wandered around the room.

  I assumed it was to look for missing pieces of the translator, but as I observed her expression, I noted that there was a bitter-sweetness to her features.

  I could see that she was grateful that her skills had been useful once more, and in such a way that benefited us far beyond what a digital map could, but she also looked sad.

  I didn’t get the feeling that the sadness was aimed at us, but more that she was thinking back to her life, perhaps before she’d crash landed here…? I’d ask her about it eventually, but for now it seemed better to leave her to explore her own thoughts while the three of us talked through our own.

  We’d always understood one another, but that still didn’t stop us excitedly talking about the translator.

  We kept our voices low, so as not to disturb Delia, so caught up in the web of her own feelings and memories that we didn’t wish to yank her from them. Tarnan struggled to keep so quiet however, his exuberant side uncontainable.

  “She understands - our prize, after all this time, she knows we are family.”

  “Yes, Tarnan,” Zuvo sighed, a little put out that he wasn’t able to convey his emotions quite so animatedly.

  I’d always felt like it would be a curse to be that on edge all the time, but to watch Tarnan like this, I could see that there was such wonder in being playful and emotionally open.

  After all, he’d instantly bonded with Delia far earlier than Zuvo and myself had done. Yes, we’d pawed at her and fucked her, but we hadn’t been able to get her to laugh the same as he had, nor had we managed to make her feel quite so at ease.

  “Allow him this, Zuvo,” I smiled as I spoke. “For once he’s got the right idea.”

  At my words, we all laughed together.

  Delia

  I sat on the station’s sloped roof, the orange glow of a setting sun bathing the whole beach. Underneath me the guys were busy with building a fire in the middle of the courtyard.

  They had scouted the area and come back with enough meat for a feast. I watched them work in silence, enjoying the quietness of it all.

  Back home, life was a nonstop sequence of odd jobs, money a concern I couldn’t shake off even when I slept.

  Now, though, I felt a real sense of contentment. The contract I had signed ensured my family would be provided for and here, in this odd planet, I had found something that gave me a new purpose in life: love.

  But it wasn't just that. With the guys, I had a sense of belonging. I could hold my own even in the direst of situations, and I wasn’t just a burden for them. I was good at surviving, and I had found a new family to care for. As odd as it was, I was enjoying my new life more than I could’ve expected.

  Climbing down from the roof, I dropped down onto the courtyard and made my way toward my men.

  That was new too: I was no longer thinking of them as the men, but as my men. There was a blunt possessiveness to the term, and that was why I liked it. I wanted them to be mine and mine alone.

  “Dinner’s ready,” Tarnan announced, grabbing the crisp stripes of meat he had hung over the fire. I helped Zuvo grab a few chairs from the inside, the ones he had unbolted from the floor, and we dragged them outside. There was a slight breeze, but the night felt warm all the same.

  “This is so good.” Happily going through the meat Tarnan had given me, I devoured it all so quickly that the guys just burst out laughing.

  “What?” I asked them with a mouthful.

  “For such a tiny creature, you sure have an appetite,” Axar said, and I just gave him an apologetic smile. It felt good to understand them clearly.

  Even though we were doing just fine with our broken style of conversation, nothing quite beat the advantages of a working translator. Especially when it came to matters of the heart.

  “I do have a large appetite,” I echoed, running my tongue over my lips. If only they knew my appetite went beyond having a full stomach. Just the thought of their naked bodies was enough to turn me into a wild creature that was never satisfied.

  That was a good thing—as desperate as I always seemed to be for their touch, my desire was no match for theirs. They were insatiable, relentless and dominant...and they knew exactly what they were doing.

  Had I never seen them on the battlefield, I would’ve just said they had been bred for pleasure instead of battle. As it was, it seemed as if they were equally good at those two things. And in a planet like this, where fighting and fucking seemed like the only two available options, that suited me just fine.

  We laughed and talked some more, enjoying the way the conversation seemed to easily flow between the four of us, and our laughter echoed throughout the courtyard. The fire was still burning bright, and the flames cast our dancing shadows against the walls, adding a dreamlike feel to the night.

  Before I even knew what I was doing, I was standing up and moving toward the fire. I went until I could feel the warmth of the flames seeping into my skin, and then I slowly turned around to face my men. They looked at me with a curious expression, but anticipation washed over their faces as I offered them a teasing smile.

  Still acting on pure instinct, I pushed the clothes they had made for me down my chest, baring my breasts.

  My fingertips brushed against my nipples, and they hardened in a fraction of a second. A wave of desire crashed against me, almost as if the joy I was feeling in that moment demanded to be acted out.

  And I knew exactly how to act it out.

  Slowly swaying my hips, I dragged my teeth across my bottom lips and let my hands wander down the side of my body.

  I allowed my fingers to rest on my hips, my thumbs hooked on the hemline of the fabric wrapped around my waist, but I hesitated before pulling it down my legs. I didn’t want to act too rashly—in fact, I wanted the moment to last as long as possible.

  Teasing them, I ran one hand through my hair as I did a little twirl, still swaying my hips seductively. I could see their bodies growing tense with each passing second, and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the situation between their legs.

  Even though they were clothed, I could notice the hard contour of their thick cocks, desire making their bodies come alive.

  Slowly moving toward Axar, who sat between Zuvo and Tarnan, I threw my arms over his shoulders and sat on his lap.

  Opening my legs wide, I positioned myself so that my aching pussy was pressed tight against his hard cock. I started grinding against him and closed my eyes. Throwing my head back, I smiled as my hair cascaded down my shoulders in waves.

  “You’re the best thing we’ve ever had,” he whispered into my ear, laying his hands on the curve of my ass. A shiver ran up my spine as I felt his touch, and that just made me grind against him harder
and harder.

  I kept on going until I felt my pussy wetter than it had ever been, and a small moan erupted from my lips.

  I wanted nothing more than to grab Axar’s cock and brush its tip against my inner lips, but I knew the others needed some attention as well. Fighting against my urges, I pushed myself off Axar and took a deep breath to regain my focus.

  Sashaying my way toward Tarnan, I ran both my hands through his hair and leaned down, slowly allowing my lips to meet his.

  He slipped his tongue into my mouth with a kind of controlled patience, but then he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into him. I fell on his lap, much like I had done with Axar, but this time I had my back turned to him.

  With my ass pressed against his cock, I resumed the swaying motion of my hips and used my ass cheeks to stroke him, enjoying the way his thickness felt against my body.

  “I want you,” he breathed out, his voice heavy with desire. “I want you right now.”

  “I know you do.” Pushing myself off him, I turned around and blew him a teasing kiss. “But you have to be patient now. Good things come to those who wait.”

  He said nothing, but I could see in his wide eyes how much he wanted the good things I had just promised him. And I was going to deliver on that, no two ways about it, and that because I needed it just as much as he did.

  “My turn?” Zuvo asked, slowly going up to his feet. It seemed like the waiting game was driving him crazy.

  Good—that was exactly the way I wanted him. Crazy and wild. Pressing my body against his, this time I laid both hands on his chest and allowed my fingers to roam down. I felt the contour of his abs under my fingers, exhaled sharply as I imagined the way his muscles would move before the night was over, and I finally felt his hard cock against my fingers.

  Curling them around his thickness, I started stroking him with slow teasing movements, enjoying the way his breathing became more erratic.

  Unable to control himself, he took both hands to my bare breasts and caressed them softly. My nipples became even harder, his touch so maddening I felt about to lose control, and a loud moan erupted on my lips as he reached between my legs suddenly.

  Flattening the palm of his right hand against my pussy, he sent an electric shock up my spine, ripples of pleasure taking over every square inch of my body.

  I was about to surrender to Zuvo when I remembered myself.

  The point of this whole exercise was to leave them on their toes, just so the rest became even better than it already was. And so, as much as it pained me to do so, I placed both hands on Zuvo’s chest again and pushed him back, forcing him to sit back down on his chair.

  Then, I moved back toward the fire and faced the three men again.

  This time, I didn’t hold back.

  Pushing the rest of my clothing down my legs, I bared my body and gave them a wink.

  “I’m here,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”

  Tarnan

  I couldn’t take it anymore.

  The moment I laid eyes on her naked body, I lost all control. She was a perfect little creature, every curve of her body designed with perfection in mind.

  Her skin was smooth, her lips were full, and her tapered waist something so beautiful I would have a hard time imagining hadn’t I met. I didn’t know why our paths had crossed and, to be honest, I didn’t really care. All that mattered was that Delia was here, with us.

  With that thought engraved in my mind, I let my animal instincts took over and I pushed my chair back. She didn’t move an inch as I started walking toward her, her eyes locked on mine as I closed the distance between us.

  “First taker?” Her voice was seductive, each word that slipped out from between her lips like the most perfect thing I had ever heard. Reaching for me, she laid her hand on my face and closed her eyes, her lips parting as they waited for mine.

  With my heart beating at a thousand beats per hour, my blood boiling inside my veins, I leaned into her and crushed my mouth against hers. The softness of her lips was irresistible, and it didn’t take long before our kiss became a frenzied one.

  Gently allowing my tongue to dance with hers, I let one hand run down the side of her body and caressed her pussy with two fingers. She was wet, her juices dripping down her inner thighs, and that was all it took to break whatever self-control I still had.

  With a growl on the back of my throat, I pushed her back until she was against the wall and pierced her with my gaze. Fully knowing that I needed to taste her, I kept my hands on her hips to ensure she wouldn’t move and then lowered myself until both my knees were on the ground.

  Allowing my hands to go around her waist and meet her ass, I then leaned in and laid my lips against her belly.

  Using nothing but the tip of my tongue, I traced a downward line toward the sweetness between her legs, my cock hardening even more as her scent hit me. I wanted to devour her, to ravage her until she became nothing but a quivering mess, her screams of utter ecstasy echoing into the night.

  I wanted that, and then some more.

  “Do it, Tarnan, I need you to do it,” she begged me as she ran her fingers through my hair, gently pushing her hips forward.

  I didn’t hesitate.

  My tongue wandered further down and I stroked her clit as delicately as I could, drawing a string of quivering moans out of her. She was delicious, her taste unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I found myself desperately wanting more. I could fucking taste her like this for hours.

  I ran my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, taking my time as I explored her inner lips, and then I simply pressed my open mouth against her. I took in her taste and scent at once, exploring her insides with the tip of my tongue, but I went about it as carefully as I could—my tongue was rougher than hers was, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt her.

  “So good,” she moaned, moving her hips as she pushed her pussy against my mouth. With both my hands on her ass, my fingers digging into her flesh, I licked her until her moans of pleasure turned into full blown screams of mind-numbing ecstasy.

  Yanking on my hair, she thrusted against my mouth and held her position as she came, her pussy tightening as I slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them upward like a hook. I felt her tightness around my fingers, her warmth driving me absolutely crazy, and my urges grew so overpowering that I knew there’d be no stopping me now.

  Pulling apart from her, I stood up and kissed her again, allowing her a taste of her own sweetness. Judging by her subdued purr, she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

  Almost afraid that Zuvo and Axar wouldn’t be able to restrain their urges, I decided there and then to claim Delia, even if just for a moment.

  I knew I had to share her, but right now she was just mine.

  With my eyes locked on hers, I rested one hand on the nape of her neck and tangled my fingers on her hair.

  She returned my gaze, a wicked grin on her lips, and grabbed my cock without a moment’s hesitation. Stroking me over the fabric of my clothing, she did it so artfully I was almost afraid I’d come right then and there.

  But Delia was too good to let that happen.

  Freeing my erection, she gave my chest a slight push and then fell down on her knees, her fingers still wrapped tight around my cock. Before I could even prepare for what was about to happen, she lunged forward and wrapped her velvety lips around my cock.

  In less than a second, she rolled them down the full length of my cock, only stopping when her lips met the skin around the base.

  “So good,” I groaned the moment she started bobbing her head, her lips rolling up and down my hard cock. She did it in a maddening way, always stopping at the tip to use her tongue as a whip against my cock. Then, for good measure, she always licked my whole length with nothing but the tip of her tongue, her eyes always locked on mine as she did it.

  I had always thought of myself as someone with a lot of experience when it came to matters of the flesh, but Delia was something
else entirely. With her, it wasn’t just about the flesh. The experience always cut deeper than that, and that in a way I didn’t know to be possible.

  Not before her.

  “And we’re only getting started, Tarnan.” Finally popping my cock out of her mouth, she threw me a lustful smile. Throwing her a smile of my own, I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up to her feet. The moment she was standing in front of me, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall once more.

  With both my hands on her ass, I then pulled her up and into me, and she reacted fast and on pure instinct: lacing her legs around my waist, she threw her arms over my shoulders and latched on to me.

  Lowering her as gently as I could, I only stopped when I felt the tip of my cock against her wet pussy lips. Resting my forehead against hers, I looked into her eyes and only then did I start moving again, lowering her over my cock.

  I did it as patiently and gently as I could, but she was so tight I couldn’t help but remain afraid I was hurting her. She quickly dispelled that notion by letting out a glorious moan, one that just made me throw all caution to the wind and start thrusting as recklessly as I could.

  Fucking her as if I needed to do it in order to survive, I buried my cock inside her up to the hilt each and every time I thrusted. Slamming into her hard, I kissed her again and surrendered to the moment, our two bodies blending into one.

  With Delia, fucking wasn’t just fucking.

  There was a bond, a connection, and that was something I had never experienced before. The only connection I had ever experienced before had been one of loyalty and camaraderie toward my brothers-in-arms, but nothing that compared to this.

  Thing was, I knew they felt the same...and that didn’t bother me the slightest.

  We were used to sharing, that much was true, but for a moment I thought it’d be different with someone as special as Delia.

  I was wrong.

  To know that they loved her just as much as I did, that they would die for her if it came to that, just made me feel closer to them. Delia wasn’t mine—she was ours. And after a lifetime of struggle and battle, she was even better than the best of prizes.