by Alyx X
I peeked over his shoulder to check on Myro. He was looking down, but I could still feel his power thrumming against my skin, so I knew he wanted this, however much he might seem like he was about to be sick.
When we reached my room, Fey said, “Door, open.” The metal plate slid to the side, and Fey strode in before it was fully open.
He laid me on the bed, my robe falling off my right shoulder and stopping short of revealing exactly what they wanted. I looked up to them, Myro hesitating farther back than Fey.
“Well, how do we do this?” I asked. Not super seductive, but based on the level of their arousal I was feeling crash into me, I’d wager they didn’t require any additional work from me right now.
Fey turned to appraise Myro, expertly lifting one perfectly shaped brow.
Myro met his gaze, clenching his jaw. “It’s up to Kylie.”
Fey rolled his eyes, as if to say ‘obviously’. Turning back to me, he threw his body onto the bed to my left, then—equally dramatically—he threw his arm over his eyes. “Of course Kylie can choose, but if I have any say, I’d like to try out one of her other beautiful holes.”
Cringing at his use of ‘holes’, I pulled my legs up under me. Myro moved over and slowly sat down on my right, moving a hand up to rest on my leg. “I’ll take whatever I can get.” And then, the Coxian bastard winked at me. If it wasn’t so heartbreakingly charming I probably would have slapped him.
Instead, Fey tugged on the arm closest to him, pulling my attention away. I turned and allowed him to pull me on top of him, instantly closing the distance between our mouths. I kissed him deeply, already running my tongue along his.
As we made out like two lovestruck teenagers, I heard Myro say, “Room, dim lights.” The room instantly became black, until a softer, more inviting lighting glowed to life in a ring around the ceiling. The added ambiance only spurred me to kiss Fey harder, who was not complaining. He moved his hands down to my ass, squeezing and massaging.
Because I’d never done this before—I’d only ever seen other women take two cocks at once—I wasn’t sure what I would like. I had been thinking about tasting one of their cocks for a long time, so I’d happily start there.
Before I made a move, I pulled away from the kiss to gesture to Myro to join. This time, he didn’t hesitate, and scooted closer to begin pulling my robe off. I sighed beneath his soft hands, arching my back and sitting up on Fey. The bastard gave me one of his cockier grins, running one hand up and down my thigh, while the other moved up to prop his head. His erection bumped me gently a few times while I leaned into Myro’s hands.
I moved my arms back to allow Myro to fully de-robe me, literally. Then, naked and straddling a golden god, I moved back down to kiss Fey’s chest. I kissed down his torso, running my hands down the sides with enough pressure to feel the sculpted muscles that strained at the skin. This time it was his turn to shiver, and I smiled as I continued my work.
Myro was watching—I could tell— and he stood up and I heard the jingling of pants being removed. I was near the soft gathering of golden hairs above Fey’s pants, and I lifted my body up to assist myself in removing them. Fey groaned above me, and I again smiled. Seducing alien gods was apparently a gift of mine.
Then, Myro gently pulled my hips up from behind until I was standing, but bent over Fey’s cock, now pointing directly at my mouth. I looked up to Fey, meeting his anticipated gaze. Then, not breaking eye contact, I lowered my head until I could run my tongue over the tip. Fey, apparently having been waiting for this for a long time, thrust his hips upward almost violently.
I jerked my head up and away, not wanting to get cock-punched in the face. “Sorry, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined your mouth on me.” He whispered, then settled back down. I turned away from him, deciding the cocky bastard needed a little lesson.
Now facing an equally-excited Myro, I ran my hands up his chest until I was close enough to feel his cock pushing into my stomach. He gasped, but placed his hands on my hips, tugging me closer. I tilted my head up, inviting him to kiss me, to which he eagerly complied. I heard Fey sigh in the background and I decided to give him a show.
I used Myro’s considerable height to climb up him, pulling up until my legs were wrapped around his strong waist, and his hands were supporting me by my ass. He squeezed and moaned and twitched beneath my body, completely at my mercy.
After a few moments, I moved to his ear, where I whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Myro.” Myro practically yelped, but swiftly lowered me and turned me back around.
“Welcome back.” Fey smirked at me.
Still wanting to teach him a lesson, I lowered my head and took his entire length into my mouth and throat in one swift motion. He gasped, bucking again, but I was already working. I’d never given a blow job, but I’d seen plenty, and I thought I knew what to do. I pulled, sucked, and ran my tongue over every inch of that man’s cock until he was panting and gasping above me.
And he tasted exactly as good as I thought he would. All man-musk, remnants of his alien soap, and something headier, fully Fey. As I worked Myro moved up behind me until his hands were at my opening. I twitched, anticipation flooding through me almost as strongly as the absolute lust and desire and arousal and heat I was already drowning in. It was a potent elixir, and I moved my hips back onto Myro’s fingers.
Plunging inside of me, Myro immediately worked me into a frenzy. It was difficult to maintain my ministrations on Fey’s cock, when all I wanted to do was pull Myro inside of me, but both were amazing.
Their power grew in intensity as I writhed between them. Once I was sufficiently soaked, Myro removed his hands and replaced them with his thick cock. I sucked harder. He pressed the tip in. I added my hand to Fey’s cock, earning myself a loud gasp from him. Myro pushed in another inch. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, pushing back and begging for more.
Then, unable to contain himself, Myro shoved the rest of that glorious cock into me in one move. I rocked forward, almost losing my grip on Fey, but settled onto Myro’s girth with satisfaction. Fuuuuck. He felt so huge, so strong as he entered me. I sucked and swirled my tongue and tried to bring Fey closer to orgasm, distracting myself before I came in three seconds.
Fey was bucking more now, and had sat up slightly to place his hands on my head and push me up and down on him. I squeezed with my hand and his noises became more frequent.
Equally losing control, Myro pounded into me, using my hips and waist to yank me onto him again and again. The slapping of our skin was sending me into a cacophony of pleasure and arousal. The combo of both of them inside of me, both of them losing control of their power and their bodies, was becoming overwhelming.
But in a good, sexy, all-consuming way. I thought I might’ve transcended, but who the fuck describes sex as transcendent? No way was I telling either of them that.
Rocking back and forth between these two impossibly sexy aliens, being caressed by their hands and their powerful lust, I was beginning to lose the ability to stand. It didn’t help that Myro’s powerful arms seemed to have taken on a mind of their own, pulling me onto his dick with little heed for my body.
Why was that so hot? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Not right now.
Fey began to pant first, my hand and mouth working him into a frenzy. I sucked even harder, twisting my hand in time with my mouth, until he was crying out and tugging on my hair. After two heartbeats of this hot cum streamed into my throat and I swallowed quickly. It only occurred to me afterward that alien cum might taste different than human cum, which I’d always heard was disgusting.
Not giving him a chance to pull out, I sucked softer, removing my hand. I didn’t want to move an inch, as I was still being not-so-gently fucked by another golden god. Said god then reached forward with both hands, his chest pressing into my lower back so he could grab my breasts. I gripped the bed next to the still-breathing-hard Fey, trying to steady myself as wave after wave of pleasure ham
mered into me.
Then, unable to handle it anymore, I let Fey’s cock pop out of my mouth, and cried out as he had. “Oh fuck, oh god, Myro…” was all I managed to get out before a particularly well-aimed stroke hit my g-spot and I became unable to speak.
Myro said nothing, just panted out his own pleasure behind me, increasing the rhythm of his stroking. He’d let go of my breasts, but I wanted more, so I stood up until we were again pressed together.
His hands went back to my chest and I arched into him, adding my hands to his own as we rocked in time. Then, at exactly the same time, we both orgasmed, screaming loud enough for the next planet to hear, probably. Fey seemed mesmerized by my face, and he leaned forward to hold my head between his large hands.
Myro pounded into me one, two, three more times before he relaxed. Still riding the wave of my own orgasm, I allowed Fey to kneel on the bed and kiss me. The kiss was passionate, full of gratitude. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tingling all over and still rocking my hips gently with Myro.
After another few breathless moments, Myro completely stopped, then kissed my back and shoulder. I broke my kiss with Fey to lean my head back onto Myro’s shoulder, allowing him easier access to my skin.
Fey moved his hands to my breasts this time, squeezing them and seeming in awe.
“What?” I asked, eyeing him from my spot on Myro’s shoulder.
“You’re incredible.” He said softly, more to my peaked nipples than to me, but oh well. That was Fey.
“Mmhmm.” Myro mumbled into my neck, agreeing with his brother’s assessment. Then, because they could probably see how difficult it was becoming for me to stay standing, Fey tugged me back onto the bed. Myro let me go with a sigh, then moved to get me a wipe. After I was cleaned up, he settled next to me on the giant mattress. Even though we were not in the middle of the giant thing, we still had plenty of space.
“Room, lights off.” Fey barked, and immediately the soft glow of the lights faded.
I wasn’t sure why sex always ended with sleep for me, but I wasn’t complaining. These two golden boys had fucked me practically to death, and I needed a nap. Just a quick power nap, I told myself, already wanting to do what we’d done again. The idea of fucking them both… all the different positions, the different things we could do to each other…
“Wait!” Both boys jumped where they’d been arranging themselves around my naked body.
“What?” Fey asked.
“Do you feel different? More powerful? Were your assumptions about your gods right? That they’re liars? Do I have powers?” I fired off the questions, my excitement giving me back an ounce of energy.
Fey chuckled, and Myro glared at him, then said, “It’s too soon to tell, my little Rafia.” He kissed my temple.
Accepting this answer, I settled into Myro’s arms, allowing Fey to run his hand up and down my back. I was sleepy, happy, and would possibly wake up and discover I was a superhero. What more could a girl want?
15
Myro
"Holy Fuck!"
I had told her that the stars were an opening act. I don't think she believed me until now, as she sat with us on the bridge with her nose pressed against the glass, staring at Jupiter. I don't think she was even aware of the busy space station below, even with its flashing lights and towering smoke stacks.
She was still looking at the swirls of coppers, reds, and browns of the massive gas planet that was overtaking the entire viewport.
"I think you broke her," Fey chuckled, sitting back in his chair near the landing computer. He usually plopped himself there, even though it tended to be my responsibility to work with the computer and take us in for a landing.
"If that broke her I would hate to see what Federhoth would do to her." I grinned, turning from the still-shocked human to the computer that was now beeping its request for codes and proximity alerts.
"Or Uuu-OOrah," Fey added. The two were both known to be some of the most beautiful of the traveling planets. Fey had taken us to Federhoth when we first started searching for our harem. He’d heard the pussy was good there.
I wouldn't know. I had spent hours traveling through lush forests and bathing in rivers instead. I’d thought myself superior to the sex-hungry bastard at the time, but now knew that I would not have fared so easily had Kylie been the pussy he was after.
Fey’s intentions may have colored my opinion of the planet, but it was still one of my favorites. Perhaps that would be where I would take them first, if I could ever talk them out of this coup plan that they had been throwing around since we’d first talked about it a few days ago.
Something that was certainly helped by the fact that sex with a human had, in fact, energized us. It was nothing more than needing a little less sleep and not feeling quite as horny as we normally did, but it was enough of a difference to make me suspect I was correct.
Somehow, to us, being less horny translated to being able to take on six super-powered Coxians. With the way Fey talked about it you would think that we could lift a jet ship off of a crushed Cockapoo. Those dogs were everywhere in the universe and were dumb as shit.
Good thing I was the only one who really knew how to fly the ship. Once we resupplied, I could take them everywhere I wanted and they couldn't do anything about it.
"Cleared for landing." The cool voice buzzed through the speakers in the international tongue, pulling Kylie’s focus.
"What did they say?"
"We are cleared to land on Io." I pressed a sequence of buttons on the console, flares of color blasting as landing gear and air jets rumbled, slowing us down and bringing us closer to the massive hangar.
Kylie was back at the window, looking away from Jupiter as the landing strip and workers grew larger, the long line of lights glittering as they brought us home. There were so many species of Alien down there, that even I couldn't name them. Kylie was clearly going into some kind of overload, breathing hard and growing twitchy.
"You okay over there?" Fey laughed in question. I guess I wasn't the only one who had noticed Kylie's awe.
"I'm fine," It wasn't quite a snap, but she still turned and glowered at him before returning to the window. "I've never seen anything like this. I mean... I've heard stories..."
Fey turned in his chair, fixing me with a giant grin that was much different than the usual smug smile he fixed me with. It was almost softer, happier. As though he was as happy as I was to see the look of awe in her eyes.
"I think you are right; we need to take her to Federhoth first."
I smiled and nodded in agreement, my focus on the ship as it gently touched down and the auto roads on the space station kicked into action, pulling us into our assigned bay.
"But first, supplies." Standing, I cracked my back and turned to Kylie who was still looking out the window with eyes as wide as saucers. Who would have thought that a landing bay would be so exhilarating?
"I'll do fuel," Fey announced, nearly knocking me off my feet. He was usually the first to volunteer to go get supplies and haggle for food. Mostly because those markets tended to be on the inner rings of these stations, right next to the brothels and the dancing clubs.
The fuel was in the bay.
"You sure about that?" I was certain that I had misheard him.
"Yeah. I'm sure." He wasn't even looking at me, he was looking at Kylie who had finally managed to pull herself away from the window.
I guess I could add something else to the list of how mating with humans affected Coxians: it made Fey normal.
"I want to see everything!" Kylie announced, bouncing on her toes as she hitched up the massive pajama pants that she had been wearing for a few days, the white tank top that Fey had provided her with as big as the pants. She wasn't even wearing shoes.
It had all seemed like a logical choice for clothes for the last few days seeing as we were spending most of our time in bed. Now, it was going to be a problem.
"I'm fine with that," I closed the gap between us
, grabbing the fabric that was barely clinging to her hip. "But first we need to get you some proper clothes."
She looked at me curiously before glancing down and busting out into strings of laughter.
"You know, pretty much my entire life for the last three years has been nudity. I never even left The Scarlet Feather... somehow I forgot that normal people wear clothes all the time." She shook her head, as if the idea of being clothed all the time was silly to her.
"Normal people don't wear clothes, or rather you don't wear clothes normally," Fey whispered with that low voice of his, coming to stand on the other side of Kylie, who instantly stiffened.
Even I could feel the waves of erotic pleasure that were wafting from him. It wasn't Kylie who glared at him that time.
"Woops!" He grinned, stepping back, hands up, eyes on the side of Kylie's breast that was exposed. He wasn't sorry at all.
"Clothes first." I announced, pulling Kylie away from Fey. She was already posturing him. "Fey, refuel us. I'll get Kylie some clothes, let her see the station, and get something to eat."
"Good. I can't wait to see what you find," Fey closed the gap between them, even though Kylie was still glaring at him. "And then I can take it all off."
Good lord. I take back everything I said. He was still the same old Fey. He could focus all of that sexual tension on one person instead of twenty.
Grabbing Kylie, I dragged her away from the 'sexy showdown' that the two had locked themselves in, pulling her toward the cargo hold that was already sliding open.
"Rules of the station..." I began, leading her down one hall and then another. "There are aliens that will take whatever they want. I advise you to stay close, and don't look anyone in the eye."
"Are you serious?" Kylie scoffed, pulling us to a stop as we reached the cargo bay. "Do I need to remind you where you pulled me from... or why I was hiding there?"
"No." I said sheepishly. Yes, I had forgotten. Or rather, I was too worried about her. Even with all of her experience, I don't think she was fully prepared for what we were going into. "This is different than fighting off humans with unsavory tastes, or aliens who get handsy—"
