by Enid Titan
“You were nearly killed, Penelope. Then there was this man… I think he was human too.”
“Uncle Monty.”
“You know him?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh oh…”
“Great, now we look like pricks,” Jason grumbled.
“He was coming up to you after the attack. We thought maybe he had something to do with it.”
“No, he was supposed to meet me. Who attacked me? Why did this happen?”
Poppy’s skull throbbed. She groaned and collapsed on Castor’s shoulder. He twirled strands of her hair around his finger.
“I don’t know. We didn’t see them. They concealed their faces.”
“A telepathic trick?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll wake Ajax.”
“Let him sleep,” Castor murmured, pressing his head to Penelope’s.
She hugged him back, nuzzling into his chest, accepting for a moment that Castor was better than who she judged him to be.
“I should talk to Uncle Monty.”
“Not yet. You need to rest.”
“I’m fine…”
“We don’t have classes tomorrow. You should stay here for the weekend.”
“I didn't sign out. I can't stay."
"I'll sign you out from down here," Castor said.
"Can I stay?”
Jason nodded.
“Yes. My parents will be gone and Daphne won’t be here.”
Poppy flinched at the mention of Daphne’s name. The last time she’d seen her, Daphne was smiling perplexingly at her Ethics homework. The harmless image should not have inspired that nasty gut reaction. Poppy shook the image from her head, but not before Jason noticed.
“You’re thinking loudly again.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Castor comforted her, “After a psychic attack, telepathic communication is too heavy. We’ve been taking it easy on you.”
“I want to go to bed.”
Castor leaned over and kissed the top of Penelope’s forehead.
“What the hell was that for?” She protested weakly.
“We were scared to lose you.”
“Why?”
“Haven’t we explained it enough already, jazad?”
“I said not to call me that!”
“Fine. Sorry. Bad habit.”
“It’s what they were saying,” Poppy whispered, “As they attacked me. They were calling me that word over and over. It doesn’t feel so endearing anymore.”
Jason’s face fell and his eyes glowed.
“When I find who did this to you, I will punish them.”
“I don’t know who did this to me. I was supposed to meet Hecate.”
“Your roommate?” Castor asked.
“The pretty one who likes girls,” Jason clarified.
“Yeah. She should have been there. She left me a note telling me to meet her.”
“She wasn’t there, was she?”
“Strange.”
“Do you think she could have attacked you?”
“No! Hecate is my friend. She’d never do something like that.”
“Who would?”
Poppy didn’t want to say out loud. Daphne might not have liked her, but she couldn’t accuse Jason’s sister of something this horrid.
“I don’t know,” Poppy lied.
Shuffling in the living room caught Jason’s attention.
“Ajax is up.”
“Good. Call him over.”
Ajax wandered over to the door shirtless. Poppy couldn’t help but stare as he walked over. His blue chest rippled and built muscles and large scars in the shape of scratches crossed the front of his chest on both sides.
“She’s wondering how I got my scratches,” Ajax murmured.
“Sorry,” Poppy muttered.
She forgot how the attack had weakened her ability to keep her thoughts to herself.
“Attack by a glacier wolf when I was fourteen.”
“You’ve seen one?”
Ajax nodded.
“My mom's a marine biologist, my father's a natural historian. We lived in a pod for six years before I came to the Academy.”
“Wow.”
Ajax shrugged.
“All I got were those lousy scars.”
“They’re… huge.”
“I survived by the skin of my teeth,” Ajax continued, replying to the thoughts in her head rather than the words that tumbled from her lips.
“Glad to see you’re alright,” Ajax said, scooping his long curls into a tall messy bun.
“I’ll make it.”
“Good. Make room in that bed, little pet. No reason Castor should get all the fun.”
That was it then? He was going to crawl into bed with her as simple as that? They hadn’t even talked about what happened the last time the four of them were together. Jason’s incessant teasing was her only reminder of what happened.
Poppy scooted over on the bed, making just enough room for Ajax. Jason sat at the foot of the bed. Devoran beds were better suited to their large alien physiques, so Poppy’s feet were nowhere near the end of the bed. Her toes wriggled under the blanket nervously.
Jason smirked and grabbed her big toe.
“Jason!”
“Sorry. They look like ice shrimp,” he chuckled.
Poppy had never seen an ice shrimp. She’d never seen many Devoran animals at all. She couldn’t even think about how little she’d seen for long. Ajax wrapped his arm around her, sandwiching her between his body and Castor’s.
“You aren’t going to try anything, are you?”
“Of course we are,” Castor murmured, “You want to get better, don’t you?”
“How will this help me get better?”
Jason grinned.
“Didn’t we make you feel better last time?”
“Yes… but that doesn’t count. I’m a virgin. I can’t just give it up to three guys at once.”
"Who said anything about sex?"
"I know you three," Poppy argued, "I know how you think."
“Your peculiar alien customs do not exist on Devor,” Jason insisted.
“When in Vortha, do as the Vorthans,” Castor suggested.
"There's nothing to fear, little pet," Ajax added playfully.
27
Penelope’s Hesitation
Poppy wriggled uneasily between them. There was no escape. Ajax and Castor flanked her and Jason sat at her other escape, at the end of the bed. He grabbed her toe and wriggled it with his fingers.
“Little alien girl, why are you so reluctant to enjoy yourself?”
“It’s complicated.”
“More complicated than three men bonding to the same female?” Ajax countered, genuinely confused.
“I don’t know. It’s just… my virginity is special.”
“Ah, you want it to be special. And you think with three it won’t be?”
“I guess.”
Castor kissed her forehead.
“I promise you, Penelope, you’ll change your mind.”
“How would it even work with three of you?”
“Leave it for us to figure out. You’re eighteen. You are allowed, even on your homeworld right?”
“Yes, I’m allowed! On Earth it’s sixteen you’re allowed now. It’s just… I’ve never.”
«You mustn’t be afraid,» Castor whispered.
Poppy expected the telepathic intrusion to hurt, but it only came with Castor’s warmth and all sensations she provoked in him, which appeared to be focused between his legs.
“I don’t want to be afraid,” Poppy murmured.
“Good. Then let us teach you how to do it properly.”
“Okay. Okay… But if I want to stop, you stop. That's the deal.”
“Whatever you say, human,” Jason answered.
At least he’d stopped calling her that awful word. She could get used to him using it again in that half-endearing, half-insulting way
of his, but not yet. It mattered that he’d listened. Poppy’s foggy head healed better when Castor was in it, giving her his thoughts, his calm, the warm pleasant euphoria that traveled through his strong blue forearms. He ran his hands up the length of her bare arm beneath the blanket.
“Are you wet, Penelope?” Cas whispered.
“I don’t know.”
“I bet you are wet. I read humans get very wet.”
“Where did you read a thing like that?”
“We conducted additional research,” Ajax said, “We are scholarly you know?”
The idea of these brutish jocks being scholarly and giving such attention to researching her pleasure amused Poppy.
“Why don’t you find out if I’m wet then.”
“Oh, I intend to. Last time, Jason had all the fun,” Castor answered.
His hand traveled across Poppy’s soft stomach and down to her panties. The black underwear hugged the curves of her thighs and clung to her lips. Castor’s hand slipped beneath the waistband that held them up and onto her mound.
She gasped as his fingers found their place between her thighs.
“Yes…” Poppy whimpered.
“She is indeed wet,” Castor informed them.
All three pairs of eyes glowed yellow. The shadows from their ridged noses gave their strong profiles an even more alluring look.
Ajax kissed Penelope’s cheek and she turned to face him. His face was broader, and more heart-shaped than Castor’s and the tent in his pants had doubled in size since Poppy looked at him. Her heart raced so fast she could hear it and feel the intensity in her jawline.
Jason pulled the blanket off of her so her legs turned into little icicles in the bed.
“She’s cold,” he whispered.
Castor’s split tongues jerked out of his mouth and ran up the side of Poppy’s pale neck.
“I’ll warm her up, Jason. Don’t you worry.”
As soon as his tongues left her neck, Ajax turned her chin to face him and kissed her. Ajax’s kisses were always rough and messy. This time, he grabbed and handful of her hair and yanked on it. The prickling at her scalp, the tension of his blue lips against hers and his tongues probing her mouth open drove Penelope wild. She spread her legs slightly and unintentionally.
Castor’s fingers quickly found her hardened nub, slick with her juices. He massaged slowly around it, his fingers warming up as he coated them in her love honey. The warmth and tingling between her legs shot arousal through Poppy’s tightness. More juices squirted from between her legs and she moaned as her body slithered to the edge of a climax.
“Castor…” she whimpered.
“Yes, my love,” he murmured, “Cum for me…”
“Castor… I’m… wet… I’m so wet…”
“I know, little human. Open your mind. Allow yourself to cum…”
As he whispered the word “cum” he hummed it in her ear and the vibrations plus the warmth between her thighs pushed Poppy over the edge. She burst with pleasure, wetness splashing out of her cunt over his blue hand and her chest pushing the last blanket off of it and exposing her nipples.
Ajax pushed her onto her back, pressing the weight of his large body onto her as he spread her thighs apart. Castor slipped his hand out from between her legs and she shuddered, desperate for more.
“Spread your legs for him,” Jason commanded.
Poppy nodded and opened her legs wider to engulf Ajax’s masculine torso. The tent between his legs pressed harder into her crotch, desperate for freedom and desperate to be buried inside her tight human cunt.
“Little pet,” Ajax murmured breathily, “I can feel your arousal.”
Poppy grabbed his face and kissed him. Ajax’s curls fell from his bun and she grabbed onto the wild man’s hair and pulled him closer. His hardness stiffened between Poppy’s legs.
Castor slithered next to her and ran his hands over Poppy’s breasts, pinching her nipples between his blue fingers until she moaned from the electric pleasure that concentrated at her breasts as Ajax ground his hips into her. With Ajax on top of her and Castor on her left, Jason slithered onto Poppy’s right and kissed her shoulder, his tongues slithering out of his mouth to her neck.
“Take your panties off, alien,” Ajax murmured.
Under the hypnotic spell of three hot alien men, Poppy hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them off.
No turning back now…
28
Two Big Blue…
Ajax took her panties and tossed them to the other side of the room. Poppy lay naked and vulnerable between the three of them. Her body tensed as Castor ran his hands from her breasts down to her hips.
“She doesn’t know what’s coming,” he whispered.
“Show her then,” Ajax said.
His grin was the last thing Poppy saw before Jason took her and flipped her onto her stomach. Poppy let out a little shriek
“What are you doing!”
“Trust me, alien, we know.”
“I want to see what’s going to happen to me!”
“She’s a feisty one,” Jason mumbled.
She heard Ajax’s pants rustling as he got them undone and then slipped them over his ass and thighs. The vision of Ajax’s shapely bum had never quite left her mind.
Castor kissed her pouting face.
“Don’t worry. This is how all of us do it.”
“I don’t want to be taken on my stomach like a hoe!”
“What’s a hoe?”
“Ugh!” Poppy grunted.
Ajax pried her thighs apart. Poppy felt a warm bit of flesh resting on top of her cold bum cheeks. Then… she felt another one. She screamed.
“DO YOU HAVE TWO DICKS?!”
She flipped back around onto her stomach and met Ajax’s confused face staring back at her.
“How many am I supposed to have?”
“Um… one?!”
“One? How would I pleasure your ass?”
“A dick for my ass?”
Poppy looked down and saw exactly what weaponry protruded from between Ajax’s athletic blue legs. Two massive cocks with large heads, both hard. The top one was around twelve inches long and the other one was only slightly shorter, maybe eight inches.
“Are you saying that you have a foot long cock that’s supposed to fit in my ass?”
Jason flipped her back over onto her stomach. Poppy shrieked.
“Answer me!”
“Hold her down,” Ajax instructed.
Castor and Jason pinned her arms down. Poppy wriggled.
“Answer my question!”
Ajax rested his larger cock between her ass cheeks.
“Do you want me to stop, alien?”
Poppy bit down on her lower lip. She’d regret this, wouldn’t she? Her gut reaction had been terror but that didn’t mean she wanted it to stop. She was a normal woman and the blood rushing to her soaked cunt aroused her desires for Ajax whether she liked it or not. The two men pinning her down and readying her holes for him was only the icing on the cake.
«You don’t want me to stop, do you,» Ajax teased.
“Ugh!” Poppy uttered a frustrated groan.
Ajax spread her ass cheeks apart, eyeing her puckered hole curiously. He didn’t want to stop either. He ran his fingers over her hole and Poppy convulsed. Jason and Castor pinned her down harder, so she couldn’t move.
They were both strong and Ajax was even stronger. With one knee between her legs, he kept her pussy and ass wide open for his pleasure.
He ran his hands over the wetness between her thighs and coated her ass with the lube from her soaked pussy.
“You’ll like this.”
Poppy squirmed, but she couldn’t move. They had her pinned down too tightly. Castor ran his hands through her long black hair.
“I can’t wait for my turn. I’m going to grab onto that black hair so tight.”
Poppy shook her head, throwing his hand off of her.
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�Feisty indeed,” Castor murmured, “I’ll enjoy training her.”
Training her for what? Poppy couldn’t overthink it with Ajax pressing the smaller of his cocks against her entrance. “Smaller” was relative of course, since both his appendages were far larger than any human males.
Poppy closed her eyes and shuddered as the head widened her entrance and then slid into her damp tightness one inch at a time, squeezing into her human slit as she wriggled beneath Ajax’s grasp.
He pressed his hand into her back, pushing air out of her lungs as she gasped and he thrust the rest of his length inside her. He was so thick. Not just hard and veiny, but thick and her flesh spread around his cock. The head of the second cock pressed up against her puckered asshole.
Oh God, no. He couldn’t mean to slip that inside her too, could he?
«Relax, Penelope.»
The arousal in Jason’s telepathic connection with her shuddered through Poppy’s neck as he spoke. Ajax pierced her puckered hole with only the tip of his giant second blue cock. To Poppy’s surprise, she didn’t flinch or feel any pain, only the slight stretching of her sphincter and the warmth in her wetness from where his cock was already buried.
“Easy…”
Poppy squeezed her eyes shut. She was losing her virginity to a thick, brawny, blue alien with two dicks. Would anyone on Earth believe her if she told them? Castor kissed her again, thrusting two lightly vibrating tongues into her mouth and distracting her from Ajax’s cock sliding another couple inches inside her ass.
“Yes…” Poppy whimpered, the words dancing across Castor’s lips.
“You taste delicious,” Castor whispered, stroking her hair again.
Warmth rushed to Poppy’s cheeks again. Ajax pumped the rest of his cock inside her and she moaned as the final sensation of being filled in both holes settled over her. No pain, just pleasure of having her warm cunt filled with big blue alien cock and her asshole stuffed with his second, larger cock. She was spread around him and utterly vulnerable to his whims.
Pleasure surged through every inch of Poppy’s body. She shuddered again as Ajax withdrew and then pumped inside her. A moan escaped Poppy’s lips and she thrust her hips back inadvertently to meet his blue dicks. Poppy bit down on her lower lip and shuddered again.
