by Lizzy Bequin
“I thought we already...took care of that,” she whispered.
Xalleus had risen now too, as had Grekh. All three of the aliens were towering over her. Corrie looked from one dark, intense face to the next.
She dared not let her eyes stray to their lower bodies, for fear of what she knew she would see there.
“That was temporary,” Vorne said. “My ‘medicine’ is already starting to wear off. You will need more. Much more.”
“No,” Corrie muttered.
“More than I alone can provide.”
Corrie’s butt bumped the wall behind her. And Vorne still held the leash. There was nowhere to run. There was no escape.
“I feel fine,” Corrie stammered. “Really I do. I don’t need—“
As she tried to sidle her way along the wall, her legs gave out from under her, and she collapsed onto her butt. Vorne was right. She felt weak. She was slowly dying.
And there was only one thing that would save her.
Slowly, the aliens closed in.
CHAPTER 15
Beneath the backdrop of glowing lichens and fungi, the approaching aliens were three dark silhouettes. Their green eyes blazed with hunger, as if they wanted to devour Corrie alive. She tried desperately to escape, to clamber away on her hands and knees, but a sharp tug of her leash held her fast.
A fist clenched in her short hair, and Corrie let out a sharp yelp which echoed away through the stone tunnels, blending with the echoing sounds of subterranean wind and water. Before, she had been unhappy about cutting her long hair short like a man’s, but now she wished she had cut it even shorter. Hell, she wished she had shaved it to the scalp. Not that it would have made much difference, probably. Those massive alien hands could palm her skull like a volleyball if they so desired.
“I have told you,” Vorne said in that slow, deliberate accent. “You need this, Corrie. You know that you do.”
Vorne’s other arm slid around her rib cage, beneath her naked breasts, and he heaved her upright. Corrie struggled weakly in his clutches. It was useless, however. Her muscles felt sluggish and depleted. But even if her body were fully energized, she would never be a physical match for one of these aliens.
And right now she was dealing with three of them.
“Why do you resist, Corrie? Why do you resist your saviors?”
“Don’t you mean captors?” she answered defiantly.
Vorne merely chuckled.
The other two horny aliens had taken up position in front of her and behind. She was vaguely grateful that Grekh was the one in front, since his appearance was slightly less terrifying than Xalleus’s.
But only slightly.
Their hands moved over her again, clutching and squeezing the fleshiest parts of her body—her breasts and her rump. Her muscles felt light and shivery. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps, and her nipples stiffened to aching peaks. She gasped as she felt the alien’s hot, hard erections brushing against her bare skin.
“Don’t worry,” Vorne purred, still fisting her hair. “We will first make your body receptive, so that the seed will have maximum effect.”
“Receptive?” Corrie breathed.
Xalleus and Grekh had begun to lick her, their rough, alien tongues savoring her flesh. At first, those flickering tongues seemed merely curious, like animals testing some new and unknown food source. But soon the licking grew increasingly erotic. The aliens growled with carnal enjoyment as they rolled their strong tongues against her pebbled flesh.
Grekh’s mouth moved lower, nipping at her collar bones, kissing her breasts, and sucking wantonly at her nipples until she moaned. He went lower still.
Corrie’s sex clenched with desire. Shameful wetness trickled down her inner thigh in anticipation.
Behind her, Xalleus was licking his way down her shoulder blades and the bumpy channel of her spine.
“That’s right,” Vorne rasped. “Open yourself to us.”
Grekh kissed Corrie’s belly, which was twitching uncontrollably now. He circled her belly button with his tongue, once, twice, then delved deeper, burying his face between her thighs to feast on her wet sex.
“Oh...”
Behind her, Xalleus was moving lower too. He kissed her tailbone, kissed the dimples on either side. His powerful hands pried her cheeks apart, and he licked her crack with long, lapping strokes that tickled her anus.
“Oh fuck!” Corrie gasped.
“Do you like that?” Vorne asked over the raunchy sounds of his companions feasting. “Does that feel good? We must learn about your human anatomy, Corrie. We must discover what makes your body most receptive.”
Corrie glared at Vorne with a defiant, accusing look. She wanted to scream in his bearded face. To scream yes, it felt good. It felt so fucking good. But she wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.
Vorne seemed to read the answer in her eyes anyway, and he sneered.
Down below, Grekh and Xalleus were working her over furiously, tonguing her clitoris and her rectum. Corrie’s arousal spilled from between her legs, and Grekh lapped it thirstily. Her already weak legs were turning to jelly.
“Oh God,” she moaned, unable to hold back.
Corrie’s body shook as she climaxed. She spasmed in Vorne’s grip as waves of pleasure rippled out from Grekh’s tongue and surged through her entire body. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t find her voice. All that came out were wet, garbled moans, and the aliens continued licking her as she came over and over again.
“Yes. Good and receptive,” Vorne chuckled cruelly. “And now, little pet, it is time for your medicine.”
The demanding fist that had been holding Corrie upright as she endured the tonguing now pushed her downward, forcing Corrie to her knees. The stone floor was cool and hard against her bare shins.
“Medicine?” she gasped.
But as Corrie’s eyes focused in front of her, she saw exactly what Vorne was talking about.
Before her, the youngest alien, Grekh, has risen to his feet, and now his massive, engorged member was right in Corrie’s face, bobbing with the pulse of his blood. A droplet of fluid exuded from his tip. In the darkness of the cave, she saw that the fluid was glowing with a pale green light.
“Oh God,” Corrie whispered.
“Your God can’t save you now, human,” Vorne growls. “Only our seed can do that. It is time for you to worship. And to drink.”
Corrie’s eyes instinctively flicked upward to the face of the alien gazing down at her. His eyes glowed with the same pale green light as the precum oozing from the slit of his cock.
“There must be some other way,” Corrie whispered.
Vorne’s fist in her hair twisted, stinging her scalp and cocking her head back. Corrie whimpered.
“No,” Vorne said. “There is no other way human. We will not let you die. You are far too precious. You must be seeded.”
Grekh gripped his shaft and angled his throbbing blue dick to Corrie’s panting mouth. He brushed his crown back and forth, glossing her lips with a smear of his precum. Instinctively, Corrie’s tongue darted out.
One taste of the sticky fluid was not enough. She needed more.
Corrie’s lips parted, and Grekh’s thick penis slipped into her mouth. The alien groaned with enjoyment as his dick glided against her spongy tongue. All the while, Vorne still kept his tight grip on her short hair, staring with fascination at his brother’s mating appendage disappearing gradually into the human’s face.
“Yes,” Vorne purred. “Good pet. Take it. Swallow it.”
Vorne’s fist directed Corrie’s head in a bobbing motion, guiding her until she had found a steady rhythm. When he let go, her head kept bobbing, sucking Grekh’s pulsating erection with raunchy slurping sounds.
She knew she should stop, but she just couldn’t. It was like she had lost control. The glide of his shaft and the taste of his skin was addictive.
And she wanted more. So much more.
She wanted t
o taste his seed.
It wasn’t just a matter of swallowing the precious medicine that would keep her alive. She needed his virility inside of her on a primal level. It was well known that Juvanis users could develop a dependency on the drug. Could that be what was happening to her?
Could she already be addicted to alien seed?
Corrie moaned around the thick, alien meat filling her mouth, and Grekh groaned with enjoyment above her. His sensitive cock jumped inside her mouth, and for a moment she thought he was already going to spill his fluid, but the hot, salty rush of semen didn’t come.
When she glanced up at his face, she found his face strained and his eyes clamped shut. He was holding back, trying to make the experience last.
She sucked him deeper, taking more and more of his length into her mouth with each bob of her head until at last she went too far, and his blunt head stroked the back of her throat. Corrie’s gag reflex kicked in. She made a wet choking sound and tried to pull her mouth off of his long member.
But she couldn’t. Something was stopping her.
Vorne’s hand had returned. He was no longer viciously fisting her hair. Instead, his touch was almost gentle, his palm merely cupping the back of her skull. But his inhuman strength was so great, it may as well have been the hand of a bronze statue.
Corrie gagged even harder. Her throat convulsed, trying to expel Grekh’s invading cock. Her eyes burned and streamed with hot tears of exertion as she looked pleadingly up at Grekh. But the young alien wasn’t budging. In fact, he was so lost in his enjoyment of her mouth that he seemed unaware of her suffering.
She choked and coughed around him. Saliva filled her mouth, leaked from her lips, and spilled down her chin.
“Take it, human,” Vorne’s voice whispered at her ear. “Take that cock deep like I know you can.”
It was true, Vorne had already savagely used her throat earlier that day. Corrie tried to remember how she had gotten through that, but she couldn’t focus. A sense of panic was rising inside her as she felt herself choking on Grekh’s hard penis.
Then another sensation was added to the mix.
Two more strong hands were touching her bare back. It was the third alien. The one called Xalleus. The one who had attacked her at the facility.
Now, however, his movements were less violent, less urgent. He took his time smoothing his huge palms over her ribs and around to her chest, massaging her breasts firmly. He settled into position behind her, his hot, long erection pressed against her spine. One of his hands delved between her thighs, drawing back her little hood of flesh and tickling the smooth, pink pearl hidden beneath.
Corrie cried out at that touch, but the sound was muffled by Grekh’s penis.
And yet, as Xalleus roughly stirred and circled her tingling bud, something incredible happened.
Corrie felt herself relaxing. The tension in her throat slackened. She breathed through her nose, and the panic thrumming in her breast dissipated.
Vorne sensed this easing of her tension. He pushed her head forward even further until Grekh’s cock was shoved down her esophagus and her face was pressed against the taut muscles of the alien’s pelvis.
“See?” Vorne said.
Grekh growled with lust and rocked his hips, slowly fucking her throat.
CHAPTER 16
The small, rubbery nerve bundle above the human’s slit fascinated Xalleus. He found that by alternating the pressure and rhythm of his stroking, he could induce the human to make a wide variety of sounds—squeals, moans, whimpers, and mewls—all of them muted by Grekh’s prong, which was filling her mouth.
Xalleus was playing the human like a musical instrument, strumming her like a zandolin.
Xalleus had been a master zandolinist before his imprisonment in the human facility. He couldn’t wait to get his fingers on the traditional instrument of his people once again.
But he enjoyed even more having his fingers on this human instrument of flesh and blood.
His own prong had swollen to epic proportions. It had been ages since he had mated. Really mated. It had been decades. In the facility, the evil human machines had milked his sacs, draining his seed as quickly as his glands could produce it.
That was different.
There was no pleasure in that cold, industrial process.
Xalleus wanted to mate. He wanted to breed. He wanted to bury his prong hilt-deep in a warm, tight, feminine hole and spill his wriggling spermatozoa into her submissive depths.
He could not wait a moment longer.
The young one, Grekh, was lost in the throes of ecstasy as the female bobbed and slurped on his cock, swallowing his member so deeply into her food canal. But when Xalleus gave a simple grunt, youthful Grekh opened his eyes like one waking from a pleasant dream. Xalleus nodded, and the youngster immediately registered the older warrior’s meaning.
Still keeping his prong buried in the human’s sucking mouth, Grekh slowly knelt. This position allowed the female to suck him on all fours, giving Xalleus better access to her nethermost orifices from behind.
Xalleus stroked his aching prong, contemplating the anatomy of the backside now presented to him like a holy offering.
The uppermost hole excited him—it was small and puckered like a fleshy star. He was certain that the tightness of that channel would surely provide great pleasure. But he had seen the female’s response when Grekh had touched her there.
His eyes dropped next to the flesh-petals below that—wet, pink frills edged with dark fur surrounding what he knew instinctively was her mating canal.
That is where he would conquer her.
That is where he would plant his virile seed which the humans had robbed from him for so long.
Ironic that now his first proper mating spillage in decades would take place inside a tight human cunt.
Xalleus smiled.
It was only appropriate that it should happen like this.
The humans had owned and exploited his body and his genitals for far too long. Now he would balance the scales by claiming, owning, and exploiting the human female’s body for his own savage pleasure.
Xalleus gripped his dick, throbbing with engorgement and drooling precum. He angled it toward his target.
“Hold her,” he said to the youngster. “The human will try to resist when she feels my prong.”
Grekh was once more lost in the bliss of the female’s mouth, but he grunted an acknowledgement of Xalleus’s words, and placed a hand at the base of the human’s bobbing skull to prevent her from retreating.
Xalleus’s prediction was correct. As soon as the tip of his prong touched the female’s exposed cunt, she squealed around Grekh’s shaft and tried to pull away. But the aliens didn’t let her go. Grekh’s strong hand kept her face impaled on his hard pike just as Xalleus’s hand held her plump, luscious hips as she wriggled and struggled.
Xalleus grinned a wicked grin.
He liked that she was struggling. The human’s helpless attempts to escape what was coming only made it that much more enjoyable. Xalleus’s cock grew even harder until it felt as though his skin would split from the swelling of his member. His tip spit a few sticky drops of precum onto the human’s conch-smooth recess.
Gripping his base, Xalleus nestled the tip of his prong between those inviting pink folds. He levered his cock up and down, smearing his oozing precum all over her pulsating slit, adding to the already abundant lubrication exuding from the female’s mating canal.
She groaned as Xalleus eased into her.
The rim of her hole was tight, but it stretched and expanded to accommodate his girth. Despite its tightness, her well-greased cunt accepted his manhood hungrily, swallowing him easily until his cockhead was parked against the deepest part of her canal.
“Yes,” Xalleus hissed between clenched teeth.
For a moment, he held himself deep inside her, simply savoring the sensation of being embedded so deeply within a female after his long, mind-numbing solitude.
He started to pump.
At first, he fucked the human with long, slippery strokes. But when her channel squeezed and fluttered around his shaft as if begging for more, he upped his tempo and his force until he was pounding into her hard. Wet, squelching sounds issued from her hole and the grotto rang with the smack of his hips against her ass.
It felt indescribably good. He plunged into her again and again, impaling her with his hard, tingling prong.
For decades, the weak humans had forced Xalleus into submission to steal his seed. Now at last he was getting his revenge. He was forcing one of their own into submission with his cock.
He was conquering her.
And her supple tissue surrendered, yielding to his hardness. It seemed as though that cunt had been cored out just for him. He could pummel her with all of his might, and she would not break. Her softness and her pliability made her unbreakable. And all the while she moaned and clenched around him as if daring him to fuck her even harder.
“Gods,” Xalleus grunted in his alien tongue. “So soft inside. So moist.”
“Her mouth is is soft too,” Grekh replied. “Her tongue is exquisite.”
Yes. Xalleus would sample the human’s mouth too. Indeed, he planned to fuck all of her holes, including that tight, puckered anus that was looking up at him from between her spread ass cheeks. He licked his finger and circled that lovely flesh-star, and the human squealed.
Not yet. That would be for later. There would be so much time to explore this foreign female’s curious anatomy. Plenty of time to fuck her and probe her orifices—to learn what gave her pleasure and what gave her pain.
Xalleus looked forward to experimenting on this strange, delicate creature with his cock, with his fingers, with his tongue.
He would be thorough in his studies. He would leave no part of her untested.
But for now he had one desire.
To inseminate.
To impregnate.
To fuck the human’s raw, needy cunt until she was pumped full of his virile and invasive sperm.
“Gods she feels so good,” Grekh growled. “I don’t want to finish, but...”
