by Ashe Barker
I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.
“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”
I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”
“Too what?” presses Luca.
“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”
Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.
“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”
Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.
“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”
“No, no, please, do not do this.”
“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”
“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?
“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”
His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?
“You will stop, if I ask you to?”
“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.
Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”
I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.
Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”
I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.
“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.
“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”
“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.
“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay…”
“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”
“Spread your legs, Llianna.”
Sylvan’s command is softly spoken, but I am compelled to obey. I part my thighs, though not very far.
“Bend your knees, and place your feet on the outside of Luca’s legs.” This latest instruction will spread me wide, expose my damp pussy to Sylvan’s gaze. It feels almost as though this is the point of no return, though I know that it is not. Sylvan and Luca both seem so sure of themselves, perhaps I can borrow a fraction of their certainty to help me through this. Or maybe I should just refuse to continue. They promised not to force me, and I know they would not.
I do not refuse though. Instead, I do as I am told, unresisting as Luca widens his legs to push mine further apart.
“She’s scared, and very tense, but we’ll have to work on that,” he murmurs, then he trails a row of small kisses along my collarbone. As he speaks he slides his hand down from my breasts to reach between my spread thighs. I gasp when he makes contact with my clit. I have touched myself there, many times, and been able to achieve fulfilment, but it was never like this. Not even close.
Luca strums that tingling nub as I squirm and writhe in his arms. Instinctively I seek to close my legs but he won’t permit that. He holds me in place, open and exposed, and continues to circle my clit with his finger, then slowly swipes the very tip.
I arch up, my hips thrusting, seeking more, begging wordlessly for the friction that will satisfy my sizzling nervous system.
“I think that’s hitting the spot,” observes Sylvan. “But perhaps this will help too. Turn her around so her pussy is close to the edge of the bed.”
Luca shifts, repositioning me as Sylvan kneels beside the bed. I am on my back, my thighs spread wide and his face now on a level with my dripping, clenching pussy. Even before he leans in to trace the lips of my pussy with his tongue I know exactly what Sylvan intends to do. The sensation is electric, quite, quite exquisite. I cannot contain my keening moan as I lift my hips again.
“Ah, yes, you were right. Is that good, Llianna?” Luca murmurs his question in my ear, but I am beyond being able to formulate a coherent response. I manage a little squeak as he takes my clit between his fingers and thumb and squeezes it. “Mmm, I guess it is,” he observes. “And I think she’s nice and wet. Do you agree?”
“One way to know for sure,” Sylvan growls from between my thighs. He looks up to scan my features, then smiles slowly as he inserts one long finger into my pussy. “Yes, quite wet, but we could perhaps use a little more.” He withdraws, then thrusts into me again, with two fingers this time. My inner walls stretch, then convulse. The feeling is beyond description, past anything I have imagined or read. I thought I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I had no idea, none whatsoever.
“Please, please…” I gasp, but with no real idea what I might be begging them for.
“Am I hurting you?” Sylvan is sliding his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, the motion slow, deliberate, utterly seductive. All the while Luca continues to torment my clit, teasing me to a near frenzy then allowing his fingers to slide away until he barely touches me.
I shake my head as I gnaw on my lower lip. This is wonderful, the sensations they are creating are sheer unadulterated bliss, but it’s torture too. I yearn for… something, something more. But at the same time I never want this to end.
“That’s two fingers. This is three…” Sylvan pulls his fingers out of me again, then carefully parts my pussy lips with his free hand before slipping back inside. The stretch is delicious, the slight burn at my entrance intoxicating. I am aware of every callused centimetre of his long digits as they ease back inside me and my body reshapes to accept them.
“Does this hurt?” The question is murmured, Sylvan’s voice low and compelling, “or this?” He somehow twists his hand within me to change the angle of his penetration. He scissors his fingers, rubbing a spot somewhere on the front wall of my pussy. Everything I was already feeling is intensified, as though white lights explode in my head, behind my eyes. My entire body convulses now and I let out a high-pitched moan.
Luca takes a firm hold on my clit and squeezes hard, pulling as he does so. The pleasure is beyond belief, and seems to rush into that one single place, the very core of my being. Helpless to resist, unable to control my response even if I wanted to, I splinter.
There’s warmth, wetness, even more than before. Sylvan’s fingers move easily inside me, skilled and accurate, drawing my response out, bringing me back to that shimmering peak again and again. I am floa
ting, my bones liquid, my senses shattered. There is nothing in this universe beyond the amazing sensations exploding at my core then rippling out to fill every extremity of my body.
I lose any sense of time, of space, but that does not matter because they have me. I drift, suspended between reality and some magical, mystical realm beyond, unable to comprehend what has just happened. I settle back down, breathless, and the heady sensations dissipate. I become aware of my surroundings again, and of my still-overwhelming need. The phase is relentless, assuaged only momentarily by the rush of my release. If anything, my need to have Sylvan inside me, fully sheathed within my needy pussy, is greater now, even more compelling.
“She just gushed. We’re swimming in it down here.” Again I do not comprehend Sylvan’s meaning, but his tone is warm and he seems satisfied with the situation.
“Excellent, that’ll help. Now would be a good time then…” Luca relinquishes his hold on my clit and reaches for my spread legs. He grips me behind each knee and pulls my thighs wider apart, at the same time tilting me up a little as though to offer me to Sylvan. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll love this bit, I promise.”
I go limp in Luca’s arms as the other male rises up to kneel on the bed. I crane my neck to peer down and watch, detached almost as Sylvan positions his awesome cock at my entrance then begins to press forward. He uses his fingers to part my pussy lips to gain better access, then suddenly the entire head of his cock is inside me. The lips of my pussy are spread wide, stretching around him and I am intensely aware of every intimate detail.
I stiffen, and whimper softly. Luca’s breath is on my neck. “Are we hurting you?”
“No,” I manage, “not hurting. It is just… it feels so strange.”
“Mmm, I’ll bet.” He nibbles on my earlobe before opening his lips around the skin in the crook of my neck and sucking there. The sensation is almost as erotic as Sylvan’s slow, steady penetration and I moan quietly.
Sylvan leans forward, his right hand on the bed to support his weight and his left finds my breast. He caresses the lower curve then flicks my nipple with his fingertip. The unexpected stimulation unleashes another rush of sensation and I thrust against him, impaling myself yet more on his solid cock. He sinks in, and the stretch feels near impossible as my body parts to admit him. Then he stops. He has reached the limit, the point beyond which it is not possible to proceed. I chance a quick glance down to see perhaps half his length still visible and I know this is not quite correct. I was right, he is just too large, too—
“Aagh!” I scream as a searing pain stabs me, momentarily taking my breath away. In that instant Sylvan moves, shifts, and the remainder of his massive cock drives forward to fill me.
It is done, and I am dead.
“The discomfort will soon be gone. Relax now, and let it pass.” Luca’s tone is gentle, and he releases his grip on my legs. His fingers are in my hair, combing back the tangled mass and turning my face toward his. He kisses me again, light at first then more deeply, seemingly unconcerned at my recent demise.
I part my lips to say something, anything, but Luca’s mouth covers mine. This time the kiss is deeper. More possessive, and his tongue slides between my lips to invade my inner space. My breath catches in my throat as I reach for him. I am confused and uncertain but apparently not dead. Not quite.
As Luca explores my mouth with his questing tongue Sylvan withdraws his immense cock from my tightly stretched pussy. I expect him to withdraw completely, but he does not. He pauses with the flared head of his cock still parting my nether lips, then drives forward again. He is gentle, the stroke long and smooth, but utterly demanding. It is a claim, pure and simple. I have become a possession.
I anticipate more of the sharp, stabbing agony but instead there is nothing. No, not nothing. Something. Something huge, warm, compelling, which feeds me and fills my very soul to overflowing.
Sylvan repeats the stroke and I gasp into Luca’s mouth. Warm hands caress my breasts but I do not know which male is touching me now, not that it matters. They are working together, as one, and I am in absolute ecstasy.
Sylvan finds a rhythm, slow at first, then brisk, then faster still as my body softens in acceptance. His cock strokes every part of me, my inner walls clinging to his shaft, my muscles gripping him, squeezing his length as he moves within me. Sensation builds again, ballooning, swelling. This is it, this is the thing I craved, the mysterious, elusive prize my body demanded. This is it, this is perfect, almost, nearly, not quite…
I reach down, slide my hand between my body and that of Sylvan. My middle finger finds my clit and I rub, slow at first, small, delicate circles, then I press harder.
The tender nub is swollen, larger than I ever recall, and more sensitive. More responsive. I groan and gyrate my hips, clenching my inner muscles deliberately as I seek to drag every last shiver and tremble of sensation from Sylvan’s cock. His erection seems to swell, to grow harder, but I relish it now. My fear is gone, replaced by a sensual longing that quickly grows and transforms into a pure bolt of demanding lust. I rub harder, faster, my fingers insistent, and suddenly I am there, soaring, flying again in that mindless fog of orgasm.
Chapter Seven
Luca
I know the precise moment she comes. Sylvan too, because he thrusts harder, deeper, then holds his position as she flies. Only when Llianna softens in our arms does he meet my eyes, and we exchange a grin, a satisfied acknowledgement of a tricky task done well. Then he returns to the matter in hand and a few par-secs later he emits a low grunt just as his body spasms.
The first time we ever shared a female I found it odd, disconcerting, to watch my friend spill his load into a warm, tight cunt. Any misgivings I might have had were dispelled readily enough though by the heady eroticism of the act, the voyeuristic pleasure of witnessing their fucking, sharing it.
Sylvan feels much the same way. We discussed it after, the first few times, but not for a while now. We understand how this works, how it feels for us, and hopefully Llianna will find our preference to her liking too. Certainly, she’s giving every impression that she does.
Sylvan withdraws and rolls onto his back beside us as I gather Llianna into my arms. Her eyes are closed, her features soft and delicate as she draws air in through her slender little nose then exhales slowly. A slight smile curls her lips at the edges, and I know she isn’t asleep. I kiss her again, because she seems to like that. Certainly, I do.
“Fuck, that felt good.” Sylvan flings his arm across his eyes to shield them from the light. “She’s so tight, and hot. So. Fucking. Hot…”
“I noticed,” I drawl.
“Is she asleep?” asks Sylvan, now propping himself on his elbow to peer down at Llianna. “Or just pretending?”
“Pretending,” I confirm. “I think she needs another spanking, just to make sure she properly understands the consequences of trying to deceive us.”
Llianna’s eyes fly open, her expression startled. “No, I was just—”
I kiss her again, this time rolling onto my back and pulling her over on top of me. After a few moments she starts to return the kiss, sinking her fingers into my hair as though she fears I might go somewhere.
“For fuck’s sake, you two, get a room,” grumbles Sylvan, but without rancour. “Can’t you put her down for a moment, I want to check she’s all right.”
I break the kiss. “Are you all right, honey? He wants to know.” I tilt my chin in the direction of my friend who is already reaching for his discarded pants. “Are you going somewhere?” I enquire.
“Only as far as your ablution chamber,” he responds. “We need to clean her up.”
Llianna stiffens and her relaxed sensuality of a few moments ago evaporates.
“I am sorry. Did I make a mess?” She starts to get up, as though she means to pursue Sylvan in search of cleaning materials. I hold her firm, she’s going nowhere.
“You were pretty creamy, and now you have Sylvan’s jizz mixed in wi
th your own juice, so yeah, we have us a little mess here. But it’s not your job to clean it up. We’ll take care of it. And you. Okay?”
“But I—”
“Okay?” I press her.
She nods, though her expression remains doubtful. She sinks back down into my arms.
“Do you feel up to talking?” I murmur into her hair as Sylvan returns from the small anteroom with a damp cloth, a towel draped over his arm, and a tube of moisturising lotion in his hand.
“What do you need me to tell you?”
“Well, you can start by explaining exactly why you thought we might be angry, just because you were feeling a bit horny. You were ready to launch yourself off into space rather than simply face us with it.”
“Yeah, and while you’re explaining all that, you can spread your legs and let me clean you up.” Sylvan plonks himself down on the bed again and playfully taps Llianna’s beautifully pink and purple striped bottom. The marks from the strapping have blossomed into a gorgeous array, a sight we both relish but it must be sore for her.
“Ouch.” Sure enough. Sylvan and I exchange another grin.
“Turn over and lie on the towel. Then spread your thighs as wide as you can.”
“No, really…”
“Yes, really,” I correct her, and quickly toss her over onto her back. In moments she is spread out for Sylvan’s attentions, her legs tangled with my much longer, stronger ones and her arms caught within mine as I hold her tight.
“Ah, beautiful,” murmurs Sylvan appreciatively. “Still so sweet and pink. And still wet, I see. Are we to assume you need more attention, Llianna? Luca will be delighted to oblige you.”
She declines to answer, a luxury we’re not prepared to allow.
“Llianna, Sylvan asked you a question. Are you satisfied now, or do you want me to fuck you next?”
Moments pass, during which Sylvan arranges the towel beneath her and starts to gently wipe her pussy lips with the edge of his cloth. Llianna goes rigid, then relaxes with a sigh. Whatever she might like us to believe, and I’m starting to think there’s a very repressed little Fyorlian trying to assert herself here, the genuine Llianna is pure sensuality. She responds beautifully as Sylvan tends to her, arching her back to lift her hips up.
