by Gillian Zane
“This is fascinating. I didn’t believe it really, until I saw it,” Bobbie mused as they took up seating in what could only be described as a living room area. There were a few sofa-like seating areas with overstuffed cushions with tables interspersed between them.
“What did you believe to be happening?”
“I don’t know, that you were an escaped mental patient, holding me captive in some weird contraption.”
“That is what you thought?”
“Well, I guess not really, but it’s hard to wrap your head around these types of things. I mean, when was the last time you were kidnapped by an alien that wanted to make you his love slave?” Bobbie laughed at his grumpy face.
“I have no intentions to make you my love slave. What is a love slave?”
“A slave that you own to have sex with, I think. I guess sex slave is a better description,” Bobbie shrugged.
“I do not want you as a slave. I want you as my partner, and other half.”
“You already have like four halves.”
“That is not possible,” Roc said, a hint of a smile on his face.
“Fourths, whatever, you know what I mean.”
“The thought is from the same intention,” Roc said.
“So, no slave, then?”
“Yes, to sex, no to slave,” Roc smiled.
“Is that all you can think about?”
“With you in the flight suit, it is at the front of my mind, yes.” Roc ran a finger down her leg and she trembled.
“Will it be like last night?”
“I can do better,” Roc said. Bobbie felt his gaze deep in her gut. He was looking at her like he was starving and she was a delectable meal. “Let me show you what it is like to be my Charge Mate.”
“You make my brain all fuzzy,” Bobbie whined as Roc leaned down and captured her mouth.
“You have made my entire being come alive.” Roc pulled Bobbie to her feet, pressing her body against him. The suits were so thin she felt every part of him, along with his now very erect parts that pressed against her belly.
“Feels like just one part,” Bobbie laughed.
“I feel you in all of my parts, pr’ialla.” Roc moved in a graceful spin, sitting down on the sofa cushions and pulling her on top of him. She cried out as she made contact with the hard length of him through the material of their flight suits.
“What you did to me last night, I’m still sensitive,” she whispered and couldn’t help a slow sensual slide abasing his lap.
“If you let me enter you, if you let me join with you, I will make your soul cry,” Roc vowed, kissing her neck and the exposed part of her shoulder.
“My soul? Why would it cry?” Bobbie asked, sitting back so he had to look at her.
“You will not only feel it here,” he teased her with a finger between her legs through the fabric of her suit, and she moaned wantonly. “You will feel it here as well.” He placed a hand over her heart.
“A heart orgasm?” she joked.
“Let go, Bobbie, let me in, please?” Roc begged, thrusting his hips against her.
“Yes, yes, I need this,” she cried, won over by his earnestness. He wasted no time. His finger dragged across her suit, splitting it open to reveal her breasts. He captured one in his mouth and sucked hard, making her squirm against him, cupping the other in his hand and squeezing.
“I want to begin where we left off.” Roc stood with her still wrapped around him. She squealed as her legs left the ground. She wrapped them around him, squeezing herself against the hard muscles of his stomach to steady herself. He kissed her as they moved away from the sofa. She let herself get swept away, never thinking this kind of pleasure was even possible, that someone could make her feel this way, swept off her feet, literally.
Not breaking the kiss, Roc slapped the icon for the bedroom door, moved them inside and laid her on the bed, only breaking away to look over her figure. He stripped the flight suit away from her body and looked down at her with appreciation. Again, she was completely nude in front of him and she felt no ill ease. No insecurity about her larger frame. From the way he looked at her, she believed he liked every inch of her body, no matter if there was a little extra in places. She stretched and spread, hoping to entice him closer. She wanted him on her, in her, she wanted to feel complete. She hadn’t felt this in need of someone in a really long time, probably ever.
He pressed her into the mattress, and began licking his way down her body, stopping to suck on her nipples, then on to her belly button, before finally spreading her legs and nestling his big body at her apex.
He was true to his word, he picked up right where he had left off earlier. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she threw her head back and moaned his name. Electricity arced over her skin, shooting over her stomach and into her pores. Each pinprick of energy made her arousal that much more intense and she pushed her hips up, wanting more, wanting him deeper inside of her, even if it was only his tongue.
The door swished open and her eyes shot open in alarm. Two stood in the doorway, his eyes on her, his arousal as evident in the suit he wore as it had been in his other self. Bobbie’s mind rebelled as she tried to grasp the otherworldliness of the situation. As Roc pleasured her with his mouth, but stood above her looking down at her as well.
Things clicked into place as his hungry gaze watched her. It was the strangest sensation. But it felt right. She wasn’t confusing him as a twin anymore. It was the same look, the same need. The only difference was the scar that ran across his shoulder, which was the only lasting sign of his earlier injury on the flight deck. The sudden possibilities of four bodies invaded Bobbie’s imagination.
Holy shit, the possibilities.
17
The possibilities of two
Roc drowned himself in his female’s core. Her clit was a warm round bud, darker in color than the rest of her. It stood up and begged for his attention, so he sucked it into his mouth, plucking at it with the tip of his tongue. He was rewarded with her moans of pleasure and his name on her tongue. He opened her up with his fingers, inserting two inside of her, curling them slightly to find that sensitive area that would send her over the edge.
She began to rock on his hand, his name over and over again on her lips, her moans blending into each other as he increased the pressure. He fucked her with his hand with an intensity that should be admired and written about in historical texts, it was that good. He was the Prince, and this was his female. She was his, and he would make her climax until she never once thought about anyone else but him. Until she never wanted to return to Earth.
As he dined on her pussy, he looked down on himself between her legs from his other manifestation. It was truly a wondrous sight. She bucked and scissored her legs around him, moaning unintelligible sounds as electrical sparks erupted around them. They erupted from her skin and slammed into the walls around him. She was close to climaxing, but he couldn’t let her come, not yet, so he slowed down, removing his fingers from her depths.
Her eyes shot open and they landed on his face. Roc almost wept when he saw the hunger in them. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.
Slowly he began to undress his secondary as he stared down at his Charge Mate lying anxious on the bed. He stood from between her legs and grabbed a cloth. Roc wiped at the juices that coated his face and smiled down at his Charge Mate. The desperation on her face was truly delightful for him. It warred across her face as she watched him begin to undress, joining his other manifestation in a full nude display for her viewing enjoyment. Her fists curled impatiently pulling at the sheets on the bed. Her legs scissored back and forth as if she couldn’t contain the energy inside of her. It was truly mesmerizing for him. He could not contain the pleasure it gave him.
“Is this what you want, pr’ialla?” He did something he rarely did and spoke through both of his manifestations at once. He saw the gulp of her throat, the widening of her eyes. But her head nodded up and down in the affirmati
ve.
She would be his. And all of him would belong to her.
Thoughts of two cocks sent a desperate panic coursing through Bobbie.
She watched as he slowly peeled off both flight suits in an eerie unison that seemed rehearsed but was probably only muscle memory. The two bodies were the exact same, except for the scar over Two’s shoulder. She watched with hungry eyes as Roc revealed a perfectly sculpted male body under the body suits. She didn’t notice anything different about either one of them. His chest was the epitome of male perfection on both of his forms, and what made things even crazier—everything about him was completely human. It was all in the right place. The only thing that stood out as different was the bright green of his eyes, but even that could be explained as a slight anomaly. He was all human. All male. All hers.
When he pulled the last parts of his suit off, revealing that he as well went commando under the suit, she bit down hard on her lip. Two cocks. They popped up as the material freed them, springing free, large, hard, and swollen with need. She found no difference, he was like any other male she had been with in her lifetime. The only difference was he was male perfection times two. His dick was straight and thick, like the rest of him above average, it stood out away from his body begging for attention. Both cocks glistened with a drop of pre-come and when he gripped it in his hands, stroking it for her benefit, she moaned and spread her legs, wanting to feel him inside of her.
"You like my body, Bobbie, I can see it in your eyes."
"You're hot, but you're still crazy," she laughed.
“Let me show you my crazy.” Roc settled between her legs and began his assault again with his mouth. The slow burn of her orgasm was pushing at her almost from the start, but each time it would build to its crescendo, Roc would slow his pace and lazily lick at her, bringing her back to reality.
“Will you submit to me?” Two stood over her and asked.
“I don’t know what you mean?” She moaned as his attention sped up again.
“Come back to my home? Be with me?” he asked lightly.
“Do I have much of a choice?” She was proud of herself that she managed to get those words out.
“You always have a choice,” Two said.
“Then you’ll bring me back to my planet if I say no?” she asked, realizing that if he refused there really wasn't anything she could do about her situation. She might not like what Roc had done to her, but there wasn’t any options for her at this point to return to her normal life. She could fight him or hold on for the ride. Currently, the ride felt really really good.
"We are already about one light year from your home planet. If we return, the life you knew will be gone, your friends will be much older,” Two said.
"Well, then I guess I have no other choice,” she said. With her words, Roc sped up his attentions, his pace quickening, pumping her with his fingers in a steady rhythm.
“I wish it had been different,” Two said, but Bobbie barely heard him. There was no slowing the orgasm now. She pushed against Roc’s hand, wanting more, wanting everything. She screamed her release, slamming her pussy against him and undulating in waves with the pleasure, this time managing to hold on to consciousness as the energy swirled around her and sparked in every direction. He continued to lick her, his fingers not leaving her even as she tried to squirm away. When another quake racked her body and she jerked, the pleasure too great, the touch too much, he released her legs, allowing her to fall back on the mattress.
After the last shock of her orgasm faded from her, she looked up to find four eyes, so eerily the same, looking down at her.
“This is so hard to fathom. You’re really only one person?”
"Yes," they said together.
"So, this, both of you, it's like I'm with only one person, right? You’re not going to be all jealous?”
"One person, a few more benefits," Roc said as he stood next to his other form.
"Like, while I'm doing this to you," Two held his hand out and indicated for her to place her own in his palm. She did as he instructed and he pulled her up to stand in front of him. His gaze traveled up and down her body, still flushed from the earlier foreplay. Two placed his hands on her hips, then ran them up and down her sides in a slow sensual rhythm. Roc sat down on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He grabbed onto her hips as well, bringing her closer to his body just right.
“I can do this,” Roc said, pulling her down onto his lap and aligning his cock at her soaked entrance. She felt him reach between their bodies and grip his dick, holding onto it as his other hand brought her down onto him, letting just the tip penetrate her. He was large and thick but she was wet, her pussy sucked at him, wanting him inside of her. It was where he belonged.
He slid inside of her while she begged him for more, her head pressed against his other chest in front of her. He filled her slowly, taking up every inch of her with almost intolerable slowness. When she was finally seated on his lap, fully filling her, he put his hands on her hips and held her in place.
“Don’t move,” he hissed, pulling her hair to the side and leaving light kisses on the back of her neck.
Electricity shot from between them, pulsing down her legs and up his arms, but he held still, embedded inside of her.
“I cannot begin to describe what this feels like,” he whispered in her ear. “I finally feel complete.”
“I have found our final piece.” Two said standing before her.
When Roc began to move, Bobbie thought she might embarrass herself and come right there. He held onto her and began moving her up and down on him, not letting her set the pace. He was in charge even though she rode him. Her pussy pulsed around his thick length, causing more friction and more electricity to erupt around them.
“Do you like how I make you feel?” Two said, looking down at her. Bobbie raised her eyes to him and nodded as she rode his other self, his hard length penetrating her deeper with each stroke. “I can make it even more by doing this,” Roc purred in her ear, and his other self knelt in front of them. He spread her legs a bit wider and then pressed his face into her wet pussy.
Bobbie’s voice cracked over another yell as he began to lick her. His cock pumped into her pussy and his mouth sucked her clit until she was so lost in the sensation of mouth and cock that she didn’t try any more to hold on to her body. She let go. She let the sensation, the electricity that pooled around them, envelope her and take over her entire being. It was what she imagined an out of body experience felt like, yet it was grounded in something so deliciously carnal. She was nothing more than pleasure; she was everything and lust.
She came as she rode him, her hands going to his head, plunging into his hair as he lapped up her climax. This orgasm was not as intense as the other one, but it didn’t let up and die off as easily. It was like a minor quake leading up to what was to come, rolling around in her cells and spreading out like a bubbling volcano. She had only experienced multiple orgasms once before, but it hadn’t been like this, nothing like this. Another spasm tore through her. Then another one as Roc didn’t stop, he didn’t let go.
When the intensity subsided slightly he withdrew from her, lifting her to the side and off his lap. She wasn’t satisfied even though her body was spent. There was something missing, something she needed more of, as if she wasn’t done. She whined in protest as the cold air hit her skin. She reached for him, but he pulled away from her.
“I need more," she whined and he chuckled, both of him chuckled, in a very manly way. One of him, she didn’t know which one, she didn’t care, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees in front of him. He swatted at her ass and she cried out as the feeling of pain infused with the pleasure of want spread over her ass.
“Stick up your rear,” he growled and she did as he demanded, pushing her ass up into the air and spreading her legs so he could see her pussy. She loved this position. It felt so naughty and always drove her mad when a lover wanted
her like this. She wanted to be taken like the sexual animal she was. He gripped her by the hips and she felt his cock press against her entrance.
“Yes!” she cried out as he slammed hard into her, no niceties this time, no easy push and pull or slow tease. He took her hard and fast, knowing her body was ready, knowing she was drenched in need and could take his hard length.
"Fuck!" she cursed. She felt the mattress shift and he was in front of her, his hands in her hair, leading her face to his lap. His dick pressed against her lips and she opened for him, taking his length into her mouth while he fucked her hard from behind.
"Suck me hard," he said and drove into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed his cock, sucking on it with a frenetic need as it went deeper and deeper into her mouth. He gripped her firmly by the hair and pushed deeper down her throat as his dick relentlessly pounded into her pussy. From the front and the rear, he took her until her whole being centered on his dick. The spectacular cock that pumped into her pussy and the cock that fucked her mouth. She lost herself in sensation.
“Bobbie," her name like a prayer whispered over two mouths. Both of him stiffened as one, their bodies going rigid and still, she knew what was to come, so she sped up her pace. He growled from two mouths as orgasms ripped through him. Bobbie felt the warm spill of Roc's seed in her pussy and tasted his come as it erupted into her mouth. She swallowed him down, sucking down the salty liquid, all while continuing to pump her ass against his cock.
She slipped her own fingers between the folds of her pussy, rubbing herself hard and managed to come again at the last minute. It was hard, and rough, the zing of the charge blanketing her entire body and forcing her to jerk against them. She cried out around Roc’s dick, calling his name as she was consumed, body and soul, by the sensation.
18
Amazing at multi-tasking
