by Enid Titan
Poppy’s breathing grew shallow, more like moaning, really and then she felt her legs twitching together. Wetness pooled between her thighs. She gasped for breath, trying to find the words to stop Jason from having that effect on her.
“Jason… ohhhhhhhh,” Poppy said instead.
The sound that emerged from her freezing lips was a pleading, desperate moan. She clasped her hand over her mouth but Jason didn’t stop. He moved in closer to her and pressed her up against a wall with his giant torso and his hands still planted against her head.
«Jason… p-p-please,» she whimpered.
«Feel what I feel, jazad. Feel what all of us feel when we have to be near you.»
“Ohhhh… y-yes,” Poppy stammered out loud, moaning again.
Whatever Jason was doing to her was wrong, she knew it, but no woman in their right mind would stop the intense euphoria that built between her legs and exploded — everywhere.
Every inch of her experienced this deep pleasure. She closed her eyes and allowed it to wash over her. Poppy’s thighs clenched together and Jason moved his lips to hers.
«Every time I see you, I want to kiss you. Every time. When you sit across from me in the library, I imagine all the different things I want to do to you. I can’t help it. You’re different. You’re alien. From the moment we first saw you… we knew…»
Poppy exploded again, this time her thighs were drenched in juices leaking from her honey pot. Her knees locked together and Jason pressed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her softly until she climaxed and moaned into his mouth.
As she kissed him, she could feel exactly what it felt — how her lips felt against his, the way his two hearts pounded in his chest. He split his tongues apart and for the first time, Poppy realized that he definitely had two. Two separate prongs that flicked across her lips and then retracted as he pulled away from her and then moved his hands from her hand.
Poppy collapsed to her knees, her head bending forward and long black hair draping down to the chrome floors of the Vortha flat.
“Do you understand now, jazad?”
21
A Bad Decision?
Poppy understood, but they didn't give her understanding alone. When he’d pressed his head to hers she had… an orgasm. Poppy had never had an orgasm before, but that had to be what happened. It was like what she saw in movies but better somehow.
Her body tensed and then flushed and then pleasure surged from her core throughout every inch of her body. Her body dripped with maddening desire and when Jason pulled away, she wanted him. She wanted all of them. Now.
“This isn’t right,” Poppy whispered.
“What isn’t right?”
“Three of you, one of me.”
“It’s rare,” Castor agreed nonchalantly, “But it isn’t wrong.”
“Yes, it is. Sex is between one man and one woman. One human man and one human woman.”
“Who said anything about sex?” Ajax asked.
Poppy’s cheeks flushed.
“Human? Does it bother you that we are aliens?”
Great, now she sounded racist. Or was it speciesist?
“No! That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then?”
“On Earth, sex is special.”
“It’s special here.”
“But how can three of you…want… me.”
“We’re young males, we’re telepathically bonded, and very close. We've been friends since boarding school. It’s only natural.”
“Okay… I don’t understand.”
“Devorans mate for life.”
“For life?!”
“You sound scared.”
“Um… yes?!”
“Don’t be scared, jazad.”
Poppy’s thighs trembled but she was far from scared. She could sense their arousal now — all three of them. The overpowering awareness of three grown alien males aroused at the sight of her was difficult for her to push out of her psyche.
“I-I’m not going to have sex with you. I need time to think.”
“Take all the time you need, Penelope,” Castor said.
He had such a soft voice then, so different from the menace she’d encountered her first time on the ice, or all the other times these three pains-in-the-ass had tormented her.
“So we can head back to campus now.”
“No. There are many things we can do before we have sex. Before you’re…sure.”
“Like what?” Poppy asked.
Now I’m really asking for it, Poppy thought. It wasn’t exactly smart to tease and lead on three hot-blooded blue aliens and asking “like what?” served as an invitation for them to inflict whatever wickedness they had in mind.
“Don’t be scared,” Ajax attempted to soften the blow, his curly hair blowing wild around his sharply angled face and jawline. Ajax was the biggest of the three but had the softest eyes, a downturned ruddy amber that now glowed hot.
“I know you hate us right now, but we won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t think you’ll hurt me,” Poppy replied.
She knew they wouldn’t. Their intentions hung in the air, so obvious that they were nearly visible.
“I want to kiss you first,” Castor murmured. He took Jason’s place in front of her and then… kissed her. Poppy gasped as he did. His lips were cold until they touched hers. When they did, he tasted like cinnamon and red wine.
“What’s that? Why do you taste so good?”
“I don’t know what I taste like,” he replied, “It’s something that happens. You taste what you want to taste, something delicious, something to make you want… more.”
Poppy did want more. Her thighs were stuck together. Desire pulsed hot beneath her skin. She wanted him. She needed him. And Jason. And Ajax too.
Ajax replaced Castor and kissed her soft, slow and not for very long. He tasted like bittersweet dark chocolate and coffee. Mm. Ajax moved his arms to her hips and lifted Poppy onto the arm of a couch.
“Here?” She whispered.
Ajax nodded.
«I think you’d prefer this to the bedroom.»
Poppy nodded. God yes. If she was in the bedroom with three men, someone could find out, or worse, whatever was happening between them could escalate too far.
No sex, Poppy promised herself. No sex with three strapping alien men simply because they proclaim their love for you. Once she was on the arm of the chair, Jason smirked.
«This is my favorite part — unwrapping the present.»
Poppy’s thighs squeezed together. Ajax kneeled on the couch cushion behind her and slipped her cloak off her shoulders. She still wore layers of Devoran furs and a corset that cinched her wasp waist in.
With her cloak off, Ajax dug his blue fingers through her hair, tugging at the black strands and pulling her neck back to expose her blue veins, pulsing beneath her pale skin. Poppy only got paler the more time she spent on the ice planet and out of the sun.
Ajax ran his fingers over the length of her neck.
“I can hear your heartbeat. One heart. One tiny human heart…”
He was fascinated with her alien anatomy. So was Jason. He reached for her shirt and wriggled her out of it. Gooseflesh immediately prickled across Poppy’s arm.
«I’ll warm you up,» Castor offered.
Poppy didn’t have to wonder long what he meant. She could feel him working his way into her mind telepathically, and then her chest filled with a deep warmth, as natural as if she’d laid in the Caribbean sun.
The cold didn’t bother her. Jason reached for the corset which laced up at the back and he worked the leather cords apart at the base with his fingers. Poppy spread her legs so he could stand between them and reach behind them to undo her corset.
He focused intently on his task until the corset loosened and Poppy breathed deep into her lungs. Without the corset, she’d be freezing cold, but the relief was unparalleled. The boys hardly had to wear any clothes in comparison, despite the
snow and ice.
Jason’s breath came out in a hot puffy cloud.
“I can see your nipples,” he whispered.
Poppy’s cheeks darkened. Yes, her underclothes barely concealed her body. The transparent fabrics covered just enough that she wasn’t completely naked.
Her dark brown nipples stuck through. Jason’s eyes glowed. Castor peered around him to see. Behind her, Ajax reached forward and grabbed both of her breasts in his firm, controlling hands.
“Nice.”
22
Three Aliens, Six Tongues
Ajax’s hands cupped her breasts. Poppy closed her eyes, enjoying his firm hands gripping her globes and then pinching her nipples. Electric pleasure surged from her nipples throughout her body and she leaned back, pressing her weight into Ajax.
Castor’s telepathy warmed her as Jason reached for her bare skin and touched her for the first time. His hands felt like four pairs of hands at once. He was on her back and on her chest at the same time. Castor closed his eyes and moved in to kiss her neck as Ajax massaged her tits.
“It’s… so intense.”
«Wait ’til we get between your thighs, jazad.»
Castor flicked both prongs of his tongue out of his mouth and Poppy moaned. Her thighs were soaked now and trembling with desire. Jason stopped touching her and bent to his knees. Poppy squeezed her legs shut.
“Jason…”
“Stop,” he said, “I want to see.”
“I… You can’t do that…”
“What?”
“I’ve never…”
«She’s never had a man’s tongue,» Castor finished, plucking the thoughts straight from Poppy’s head.
«It feels good, jazad.»
“It’s… personal.”
Then she moaned. Ajax had done something. He’d climbed inside her thoughts and he’d brought her to the verge of orgasm.
“You’re moaning,” Castor replied, “You want it…”
“Stop. Crawling. In. My. Head,” she breathed, moaning between each word.
Jason forced her thighs apart.
“Stop whining. I’m going to lick your cunt.”
Poppy trembled and nodded. What was the point of arguing with them? They wanted her, and they had her here, in this secret spot in Vortha, and now they were going to pry her thighs open and press their tongues to her fleshy, dripping wetness, and there was not a damn thing she could do about it.
Jason traced his fingers up the inside of her thighs and Poppy moaned again.
«She likes it,» Ajax murmured.
Poppy could feel a tent in his pants pressing into her back — hard and humongous. A lump thrust into her throat but Jason’s tongues moving along her thighs distracted her.
Castor moved his attention to her breasts, lifting her shirt and running both of his tongues around one of her nipples. Poppy cried out and clamped her legs together around Jason’s head.
Jason moved her panties to the side confidently and then Poppy felt his tongue extending — far.
«Our tongues are about six inches long,» Castor filled in.
Poppy couldn’t be angry at him reading her thoughts again because Jason slipped one of his tongues inside her. He probed at the entrance and then slid the dotted, tentacle-like tongue deep inside her. Poppy moaned.
“No! What are you doing! OHhhhhhhh!”
Before she could complain, she came. Jason’s tongue massaged her g-spot and the other prong sat between her outer lips, spreading them open as the large prong that split her thighs pushed her to the edge of a climax.
“Jason! Ohhhhhhh!”
Poppy threw her head back and as Jason made her cum again, Castor’s tongue worked her nipples more and he sucked around them until her pussy gushed all over Jason’s face.
They were all aroused, all sharing Jason’s arousal and hers through their telepathic field. Poppy’s face reddened and her thighs clamped around Jason’s head forcefully. He was unbothered by her body’s tension or her protest.
«Relax, jazad.»
And as he willed it, she relaxed. Jason thrust his tongue between her legs and then the second prong began to vibrate. He was actually vibrating with the force of an earthquake between her already slick pussy lips. Her soft pussy exploded like a ripe peach in summer as Poppy climaxed again. She fell backward against Ajax’s strong chest and he held her up as Castor scrambled over her, consumed by his lust and excitement over her exposed tits.
Jason pried her legs apart with his full Devoran strength. He was stronger than her and held Poppy firmly as his tongue finished its work between her legs. He drank all the juices that flowed from her honeypot and kept vibrating between her thighs as she came again and again.
“Ohhhh stop! Oh God! Ohhhhhhh,” Poppy came again.
As she came, Ajax stroked her hair and kissed her cheek almost lovingly. Jason clamped down harder on her thighs and then moved his face deeper between her thighs, thrusting his tongue further inside her. Poppy was a virgin. Did this count? He was so deep inside her, tasting every inch of her wetness with his perfect tentacled tongue that suckled on her g-spot as he thrust between her thighs.
He ate her virgin pussy until she burst again and again.
«She’s going to pass out,» Ajax warned.
«Good…»
Jason pushed Poppy to the edge of another climax and then the vibrations in his tongue intensified. She lost complete control.
“OHMYFUCKINGGOD… I’M CUMMING…I’M CUMMING…”
She cried and shook and trembled. Ajax wrapped his arm around her to hold her still. Her legs splayed like a turkey on Thanksgiving but Jason kept her pinned down. Castor had one tongue on each of her nipples and she came again. Then pinpricks of light dazzled before her eyes.
“Boys… I’m cumming… I’m….”
She came one last time and then Poppy really was unconscious, shuddering and climaxing as she faded out. Jason pulled his tongue from between her legs. His face was covered in her slick clear juices and some of his hair stuck to his face and forehead.
«Did I push her too far?»
«Yes, you dolt. She’s passed out.»
«Humans are easier to please.»
«Is she alive?» Ajax asked.
Castor nodded.
«Yes, but she’ll sleep now. She came more than any human should be capable of withstanding.»
23
Lurking
Poppy woke up in her dorm room bed. Alone. She didn’t remember how she got there, but the knots in her stomach suggested another round of teleportation. And…
She sat up. On her desk was a card with Jason’s penmanship. She recognized it from their sessions studying math together in the library.
Crap… Poppy rested her head on the pillow and fell asleep. Her mind was still fuzzy and weird.
Outside the girl’s dormitory, Daphne leaned against the wall. She’d been hiding around the corner when her brother and his two idiot friends came up from the woods carrying their human pet. It took all her power to block her blood brother from sensing her presence. The pink girl wrapped in a cloak that these boys obsessed over disgusted her completely.
How could women on her planet ever be equal to men when this alien acted like that? Daphne wondered. She waited, pressed up against the wall and blocking Jason’s perceptions of her. Brothers and sisters knew each other too well for hiding to be easy.
He must have been distracted because he didn’t hear her thoughts or suggest peering around the corner where he would have easily found his sister.
After they’d disappeared upstairs and returned without the human, Daphne kept waiting. Thankfully that idiot girl hadn’t come to the meeting spot too early. They would have surely been caught.
A cloaked figure emerged from the other side of the building.
«Daphne?»
«Finally. Glad you didn’t come sooner. The idiot guys were there.»
«With her?»
«Yeah, with her. They’re so obses
sed,» Daphne whinged.
«Don’t worry about her. I’ve got a plan.»
«Good. She’s so arrogant, acting like she owns the place. Does she suspect anything?»
Daphne’s co-conspirator shook her head. Daphne smiled.
«Good. We can’t allow an alien to come to our school and make us all look bad.»
«Do you think she’ll survive?»
Daphne scoffed, «Who cares?»
«You’re right.»
Daphne hated the reluctance in the girl's voice.
«She’s an outsider, a jazad. My family impressed upon me and my brother how important our customs were but like a typical male, he’s ruled by his baser instincts.»
«Do you think once he’s not distracted by her, Jason would go out with me?»
Daphne wrinkled her nose and thought better of expressing her disgust.
«Jason is already promised to our second cousin, a promise he clearly intends to violate. At least if he violates it with you, he’ll be on the homeworld.»
«He’s misguided,» the girl offered.
«Pretty freaking misguided to have a jazad in his arms,» Daphne grumbled.
«I’ll send her the letter. She’ll never suspect a thing.»
«Perfect. Now when you see me around, don’t say hi. We don’t want her getting suspicious.»
«Of course not.»
«I’m going to go down to my parent’s flat in town. I bet that’s where they were. I’ll see what psychic imprint they left behind. That will help us.»
«I really love him, Daphne.»
«Yeah. Sure.»
The girl bowed. Daphne enjoyed the jolt of confidence from her subservience. Back in her parent’s days, Devorans were more concerned with their own caste and status than welcoming outsiders.
She wasn’t the only one who longed for the old days, before an alien empress infected them with her psyche, with knowledge of breeding, with base desires, with the inequity of the sexes brought on by breeding.
«Next week, send the letter,» Daphne commanded.
«Yes. Of course.»
