by Tahlia Black
“Why don’t you show him that cute little pussy of yours, Nu’va?” says Stratus.
I lift and lie back again on the table, spreading my legs and running two joined fingers into my slit. I span them apart, showing off my molten center red and hungry, a slobbery mouth begging to be filled.
“See how wet she is, brother? That means she’s desperate for your cock. Turn over,” he commands.
I flip over onto my knees, the tabletop hard against them. I dip my chest and back, my ass rounded out and all three brothers gathering behind me.
“Impressive,” says Stratus, slapping my ass. “How about that, brothers? Could there be no finer sight?”
He swats the other cheek, heat blooming, the pain more than welcome. The Alliance grunts I slept with would never dream of such a thing. I tried it once with a fellow marine, but his idea of a spanking was more like being struck over and over with a feather, even when I begged for it harder, pleaded for him to leave a mark.
Tyrus doesn’t seem to be so reluctant. He backhands my rump hard, my cheeks squeezing together to protect the tender knot of my anus.
“Pass me that wrench,” he says.
Fortus passes over the large, bony wrench Stratus was holding earlier.
I turn my head and watch. “What are you doing?”
Stratus smiles, tossing the wrench from hand to hand. “You wanted a full inspection, didn’t you?”
I nod.
Stratus reaches forward and scoops two fingers into a tub of iridescent grease, lathering it over the rounded end of the wrench. With two fingers he separates my ass cheeks.
He can’t be serious, I think, but he is.
He takes the end of the wrench and places it against my asshole, the entrance flinching closed in fright. The grease is cool against my ass, the hard end of the wrench dwarfing the tiny gateway to my backdoor.
Laughing, Stratus begins to twist and turn the end of the wrench, the grease helping it press forward even against the firm resistance of my sphincter.
My asshole stretches, starts to open. Before I know it the solid shaft of the wrench has penetrated my ass, sliding deep into the burning channel beyond.
I lower my face to the tabletop and moan hard, memories of what it feels like to be filled in the ass returning vividly, the rigid body of the wrench travelling deeper and deeper, opening me up. When it gets too large, when it can’t go any further, the ring of my ass burning, Stratus slowly drags it out and presses it back inside, fucking me with the tool in slow motion, dragging and teasing out the suspense.
I can’t help it. I run a hand between my legs and start to rub my clit, rub the wetness that’s dripping freely from my pussy.
Stratus fucks me with the wrench faster, turning and screwing it around in my ass until I’m bucking and shaking on the tabletop. The others egg him on, tell him to go faster, to fuck me properly. I beg for it, plead for more, but he pulls the wrench away completely, my ass open and wide.
His hands fall on my ass and his prick slides up into position. I push back and swallow him up easily in my heat, his length extensive but my wetness allowing him access all the way into the hot depths of my body.
He lets a gasp free, leaning over me and savoring the feel of my pussy, fingers clawing into my ass.
Fortus reaches underneath me and takes a breast in his hand, kneading and groping it, his clumsy hands only making the whole experience hotter.
Stratus’s enjoying himself, hips swinging and cock punching in and out of my soaking slit. He curses me in a quick trill of Dothkhan. I respond by begging for more, pleading for him to fill me up with his cum.
At my words, his pace picks up. He thrusts furiously into the tight sheath of my pussy, fucks right to the end of me with every powerful stroke, the smell of sex overpowering.
He lets go of my ass and hooks me around the waist, drawing me into him, his balls swinging up against my clit a bald battering ram.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I would enjoy being used this way, like I’m disposable, a plaything to be filled and fucked, but the dirtier the brothers get, the more I want it, the release.
Someone’s lifting my head, another cock driven into my mouth. I open my eyes and find Fortus standing there taking his cue from Stratus. His mouth is wide and open, his eyes glassy, practically a holo junkie as I suck him off.
I go easy. I don’t want him to come quickly. I want to draw this out, really get these brothers worked up.
The table is shaking with every thrust, the action at my back throwing me against Fortus, forcing me to take him deep.
Just when I think Stratus’s about to let go, he draws himself out panting, sucking in air through his teeth.
“How is her mouth, Junior?”
Fortus is lost. “Vexing amazing, brother.”
“Her pussy is especially fine today,” grunts Stratus. “Would you like to run her through?”
Fortus jumps at the chance, pulling away and starting to move behind me.
I flip over and hold him back. “Wait.”
I slide off the tabletop and look around. There’s an old Alliance fighter in the corner, vintage and pristine. “Whose Hellcat?”
“Mine,” Stratus announces.
I stroll over to it, making sure my butt rolls with every step, my ass still sore and tender from the fucking it just received from the alien wrench.
I tell Fortus to get on the bonnet. He looks to Stratus.
Stratus nods in approval.
Fortus lies back on the nose of the fighter. The fuselage dimples slightly but doesn’t give. Stratus watches on closely.
I push Fortus back and climb over him.
I reach below myself and guide him into me, seating myself on his loins. He exhales, eyes closed and lost in the wet comfort of my pussy.
I ride him, the arousal leaking from my slot scalding hot.
“Sweet Vu’eta,” he moans, cock twitching in my depths as I settle around his root, hands planted on his chest.
I press up and down with greater speed, milking his member with my inner muscles, finally able to put all those Kegel exercises at the Academy to good use. I buck wildly, leaning backwards and doing my best to snap his cock off completely. I settle forward and take his full length in, grinding my clit against his abdomen.
My entire body is alight with sensation. I don’t know if the brothers are contributing some kind of alien voodoo into the equation, but every sense I have is heightened and sharp, a growing need knotting in my core.
Fortus reaches up and takes my breasts in his hands, his inexperienced fingers fumbling with my nipples. They’re soon glowing dark and ruby red.
He starts to buck up against me, breathing rapidly, begging me to slow down.
Yeah, right.
Instead, I ride him harder, shifting my buttocks from side to side, really screwing down on his cock and letting it fill me in all the right places, stretching out to receive his seed.
I want to be impregnated, to have the honor of giving back to the brothers and raising a child into this world free of the Alliance’s iron grip.
Fortus’s ass is flapping off the hood, his cock buried deep inside me. My own climax rises fast and I quietly hope I don’t arrive before he does.
“I’m going to—” he stammers.
I reach down, lifting up his head and banging it into fuselage of the fighter. “No. You’re. Fucking. Not.”
I lift myself up and down furiously, the insides of my thighs slick.
I can’t hold out any longer. I dig my fingers into his scalp and come, groaning and growling deep in my throat and feeling myself tide over as he lets go inside of me, a ball of heat growing steadily against the entrance to my womb.
I lift myself up slightly and jam down again lost in a stupor of pure joy.
I throw a leg up and Fortus’s cock comes free, a hot flood of cum following. Fortus rolls off, stumbling around like he’s just downed a bottle of Double Helix.
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tus looks to Tyrus. “Brother,” he says, continuing to play along, “why don’t you show new arrival here your special tool?” Tyrus smiles, an increasingly common sight. “It would be my pleasure.”
He takes hold of his cock, pumping the giant shaft. I still can’t appreciate how truly large the brothers are. The head of it is the size of a plum the shaft an arm.
He settles himself onto the hood of the fighter, the metal buckling under his weight and his cock standing from his chest like a bolt rifle.
I reach between my legs and take hold of it, my fingers barely able to wrap around its girth.
“What you waiting for, Nu’va?” he laughs below me. “My big, blue cock too much for you to handle?”
There’s nothing I like more than a challenge.
Not today.
I lift myself up and start to settle down on his prick. Even getting the head of him inside is a struggle, but I’m so wet from Stratus and Fortus I swallow up almost half of him in a single go, letting my weight fall on his length as a wispy mew escapes my lips.
I lift myself up and down again, my arousal marking his shaft, marking how far I’ve managed to take him. Suddenly, he seizes my waist and pulls me down.
I gasp as he runs deep inside me, my lips enflamed, stretched out obscenely around the bottom of his cock.
Stratus lets out a groan of satisfaction and slaps my ass, Tyrus lifting me up and down on his pole, my head rolling from side to side, his cock seeming to spear right through my body with every stroke.
Soon my ass cheeks settle against his thighs and it’s with both shock and surprise I realize I’ve taken him completely inside.
“Fa’tu be cursed,” laughs Stratus. “You really know how to take a cock.”
“Fuck me, Master,” I plead, a nipple finding its way into Tyrus’s mouth below, his teeth clamping down and a fresh shot of pain mixing with the pleasure of fulfillment provided by his cock.
I’m losing sense of reality, of time and place itself as he fucks me. His cock opens up new areas inside me, finds corners and pockets of excitement I never even knew existed. Below, my ass cheeks fall against his thighs with a lewd, slapping sound.
I jump as something cold and viscous works its way down the crack of my ass, turning to find Stratus pouring a jug of oil over my rump.
The syrupy fluid runs in golden sheets over my cheeks, running down my thighs and over the body of the Alliance fighter, pooling on the floor.
The can spent, Stratus tosses it away and invites Fortus over, his cock already on its way back to erection.
“Now,” says Stratus, “I’m afraid we’re really going to have to bore you out.” He lifts up his hand and presses his fingers tightly together.
“What are you going to do?” I mutter, the words coming out in a rush, the sound of Tyrus’s monster cock sluicing in and out of my pussy obscenely loud.
Stratus simply smiles, instructing Fortus to hold my ass cheeks open. His fingers run down the river of oil and, folded together, begin to press against my asshole. This is new. I don’t even know if my ass can take his hand given how full I am of Tyrus’s cock below, but it seems Stratus too appreciates a challenge.
He presses his fingers tighter together into a sort of arrowhead and starts to shovel inside. The oil helps, the cold fluid running into my ass along with Stratus’s fingers, the body of his hand following and, finally, his wrist until his entire fist is submerged deep inside the burning glove of my ass.
I let out a pained cry, Tyrus’s cock moving up against his brother’s fist separated only by a thinnest barrier of flesh. I’ve never been so filled, so completely and utterly occupied, oil cooling on my skin and legs, dripping from my body and everything sweaty and hot, Tyrus sliding on the fuselage of the fighter below.
Another orgasm is coming on, my body ready to explode.
There’s a light tapping at my temples, my toes curling and the onset of a climax turning my core leaden.
Stratus begins to turn his hand over in my ass and I groan deep. “Yes, Master, fill me with your hand, fill me like the dirty human whore I am.”
With a moan of satisfaction Tyrus draws his cock out. I attempt to protest, but it is short-lived. Before I know it another fist has found its way into the steaming cavern of my cunt, knuckled balls in my ass and pussy, double-fisted and full.
My head snaps back and forth, hair whipping wet around my face and fluid squirting from between my legs, my whole body convulsing on the brink of climax.
“Please,” I beg, my words more sincere than ever. “I need your seed inside me. Breed me. Make me yours.”
“You heard her,” Stratus announces, pulling his hand out, my entire body going with it and sphincter almost coming inside out as he replaces his hand with his cock, jamming it balls deep into my ass.
Tyrus follows his lead, a vulgar sucking sound as his hand comes free and the inverse as he skewers me on his shaft. I dip my head and look down my body, the sight of both cocks compressed together inside me, all that muscle and flesh and alien masculinity, beyond my wildest dreams.
My ass cheeks close around Stratus’s member and I lose Fortus. My head is drawn up and there he is, kneeling before me, his cock twitching and ready. I take him in my mouth, taste the tart taste of my pussy on his cock as I run my tongue along his underside and flick at his glans. He holds my head firmly, every hole I have filled, the fucking increasing in violence and intensity until everything is a blur of slick sex and wetness, the heat overwhelming.
I imagine my father stumbling in and finding me like this, fucked from every angle. The image is so hot, so completely abstract, I come instantly, my body thrashing between the hard bodies of the Dothkhan, their cocks continuing to run me through.
My ass and sex begin to convulse, gripping and releasing, milking the members inside them. I groan around the cock in my mouth and it’s enough to send Fortus over the edge. He floods my throat with his release. I suck hard, not spilling a single drop as I drain him dry.
Tyrus follows, bucking up and stiffening below me, filling up my womb with what seems like a continuous flow of seed. It leaks out from my distended lips, Stratus grunting and heaving forward to fill my ass with his own heated surprise.
It goes on forever, cocks coming free and continuing to fire over my face, my back, right into the crack of my ass.
Stratus steps away.
Still shaking, I slide off the front of the fighter onto the floor lifelessly, oil and seed pooling around me.
I ache all over, every hole I have is sore, but I’m satisfied, finally. I’ve never been more alive.
Stratus tosses me a dirty, oil-stained rag. He uses another to clean his cock.
Fortus helps me up. I stand on frail legs continuing to tingle from head to foot from the gang-banging I just received. I don’t even think I’m going to shower, happy to live with the brothers’ seed inside me, to bear their young.
“By Vex’u,” exclaims Tyrus, his cock continuing to jerk by strings unseen, “if that does not see you with child, I don’t know what will.”
I kiss him, Stratus leaning in to apply his own lips and Fortus at my back, the love shared between all brothers. I’ve never been so happy. I understand everything now, and what I must do if only to raise a giant middle finger to my father and the Alliance, because I am Dothkhan now, I am strong, and I am never, ever going back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
STRATUS
I watch Eve sleeping and cannot imagine a life without her. She has proven her worth, her dedication to the Dothkhan way. There is no going back for her. She has made the ultimate sacrifice, for us. I intend to repay her every day of her life, bring her the constant pleasure a human male never could. I will shield her and watch her, and I know Tyrus and Fortus will do the same. She is part of us now, ours for all of time.
I leave our chambers, about to prepare an early meal when I see Fortus dropping provisions by the door to the docks. “Brother,” I start, “are you going somewhere?�
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He turns, surprised, straightening up. The suns have not yet risen, the hallways still under shadow, but even in the low light I can see Fortus is wearing his military uniform, the provisions enough to last weeks, months. “I’m sorry, Stratus,” he says, placing a hand on my shoulder, “but I must go.”
I cannot believe this. “But why? Not now when we have finally found happiness together.”
He looks sullen. “There will be no happiness if there is no Dothkhan, brother. You know this as well as I.” He takes a moment. “I have received word our entire northern fleet has been wiped out—a new weapon, says Intelligence.”
“A new weapon? But the transmission… Surely that has split them.”
Fortus removes his hand. “In any case, we can wait no longer. We must try to contact the Darkor, to bring them into the fight.”
“But the Darkor are fiction,” I protest.
Fortus smiles. “No, brother. They are not, but they are isolated, and hesitant.”
“You’ve seen them?”
“I have.”
I’ve been sent orders to meet with them personally and, for the good of Dothkhan, I must go.”
“We will go with you.”
He reaches for my shoulder again, squeezing, his eyes glassy and wet. “No, Stratus. Your place is here now, with Eve. She is the future of our kind, a unique opportunity. I will not begrudge you or Tyrus your happiness, or our legacy.”
I shake my head, but I know there is no changing Fortus’s mind. He’s as stubborn as our father was, the most determined of us once his path is set. “You’ve spoken to Tyrus?”
He smiles. “No. He would never let me go, which is why I must leave the task to you.”
“And Eve?”
At this, Fortus appears thrown. I sense him teeter with his own thoughts, swaying back and forth between them. “She is perfection, light itself, but she is yours and Tyrus’s. You found her, broke her… She belongs to you two, not me. I will find my own bride, in time.”
