by Kizzie Hayes
Breathe, Aileen thought. Whatever happens, just know that you can handle it. Be strong, Aileen.
She walked through the cockpit door and down the hall to the cargo bay. The closer she got, the more she could discern the sound of Bearyan and Raegnor arguing. Bearyan’s voice growled, while Raegnor yelled callous taunts. Aileen picked it up to a run down the corridor and when she got inside, Bearyan had Raegnor by the neck, and Raegnor had his electra-pistol at Bearyan’s head.
“Stop this, right now!” Aileen screamed, rushing toward Bearyan’s spire of an arm. In the panic, she couldn’t make out Bearyan or Raegnor’s words—they were blurred sounds blaring together. She reached Bearyan’s arm and gave it a tug with both of her arms, and in one quick tap Aileen was sprawled on the floor.
“Aileen!” Raegnor called, trying to shake free from Bearyan’s grip. Bearyan had knocked Aileen to the ground—it was an accident, Aileen could see that from the blank stare on Bearyan’s face—and finally Bearyan dropped Raegnor to the ground. He slowly walked over to Aileen, his face contorted in horror from what he had just done to her.
“Aileen,” Bearyan whispered, his hoarse voice vibrating like a purr. “I’m so sorry—I don’t know what I’ve done…” He reached his trembling hands toward her body.
“You monster!”Raegnor shouted, leaping into the air to deliver an assault on the giant.
“Stop it!” Aileen squealed, stuck on her knees, reaching out to the extraterrestrials. “That’s an order.”
Bearyan and Raegnor lowered their limbs. Each of them took a step toward Aileen to help her up—and each ceasing once they saw the other doing the same.
“You didn’t hurt me, Bearyan,” Aileen whimpered. “But I could use a hand standing up.”
Bearyan went to her, lifting her with ease.
“I knew you were coming to me, Aileen,” Bearyan said. “But he wouldn’t keep his mouth shut, the rat.”
“It was nothing, Bearyan,” Aileen pleaded.
“Nothing?”Raegnor begged. “I gave you my venumbre—Ůndradandrůan men never give their tongue to another species. I thought you were different.”
“Raegnor, I—” Aileen didn’t know what to say. She honestly didn’t think that Raegnor felt those kinds of emotions, especially for her.
“I’ll leave you both to it then,” Bearyan sighed, trying to make his way around Aileen.
“Listen, I’m not letting things end like this,” Aileen said, putting her hand out to stop Bearyan. “I meant what I said, Bearyan. I feel something very strong for you. I won’t let you walk away.”
“Then I’ll walk away,” Raegnor grunted, starting for the doorway.
“Raegnor, no,” Aileen said. On her left stood Bearyan, and on her right stood Raegnor.
“I can’t believe you took him inside you,” Bearyan said. She could feel how bitter he felt.
“Bearyan…” she trailed off.
Aileen looked from Raegnor’s glowing eyes to Bearyan’s deep, dark ones, dropped to her knees, and unfastened the buckle of Bearyan’s belt with one hand.
“Oi,” Raegnor said, looking away. She still had her hand out to him, hooking his fingers with hers.
“Aileen, this isn’t necessary,” Bearyan said with a soft grumble. She could feel his knees shaking, parallel to her head. Reaching up with her arm stretched full, Aileen felt foolish at Bearyan’s feet. She hoped it would hang down far enough, but if not then she would stand back up.
Raegnor tried to pull his hand away but she hooked him tighter.
“I will decide what is necessary,” she said solemnly, “and for the last time—you will both address me as Captain Miroki—or I will personally have Agent Hendricks terminate you from the EIT.”
With Bearyan and Raegnor sharing a look, taking heed to the bass in her tone, she worked every muscle in her left arm to get his enormous trousers down to the ground.
The long, pale shaft had a mane of its own. The hair was silky and groomed, like a soft bed for Bearyan’s massive package. Aileen’s right hand made its way to Raegnor’s waist. His pants were much easier to get undone.
With Bearyan hanging down upon her, Aileen was conflicted—she needed to give Raegnor pleasure, but Bearyan’s cock was bigger than a baseball bat—maybe a baseball bat and a half. This dick needed both hands. With both of their stiff penises in each hand, Aileen glanced to Raegnor and demanded, “You will not leave this cargo bay, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Captain Miroki,” Raegnor mumbled.
She released him, leaving his erection isolated in the air. In order to take Bearyan’s large dick she needed both hands free. With her ten fingers stretched out as far as they would go, she wrapped her hands around his member and stroked Bearyan’s skin in a downward motion.
“Oh, Captain,” Bearyan said, his eyes shut tight. She thought he was ashamed.
“Why won’t you look at me?” she demanded.
He opened his eyes and turned her head to stare down at her.
“You said that you can’t believe I let Raegnor inside me?” she asked, his dick now rock-hard. “Well now it’s your turn, Bearyan. I command you to enter my mouth.”
“It won’t fit,” Bearyan said, his cheeks going blush.
That’s it, she thought, he’s embarrassed about his massive size.
“Make it fit, Bearyan,” she said. The look on her face demanded adherence—her jaw was firm, her teeth clenched. She opened her eyes wide so they could both see the fire behind them. “And Raegnor, I command you to release your venumbre and insert it into my vagina. Now.”
Raegnor was silent. Aileen was certain that they would need no further guidance. Bearyan had saved her life, and in that moment she saw in him the man she could surrender herself to. Raegnor, on the other hand, smoldered like tinder insider her thoughts, craving his tongue since the first day on the ship.
Aileen opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. As Bearyan guided his solid cock into her face, she moaned with the taste of his milky flesh. Behind her, Raegnor worked on getting her pants off. She needed to hang on to Bearyan’s shaft while moving her knees to assist Raegnor in the process. Once the pants slid all the way off her legs, she felt the warm creep of the venumbre up her calf and thigh.
With both hands, Raegnor slid her panties down and threw them aside. The tongue caressed her bare ass cheeks and slowly found its way back to the lips of her bud. It flicked the bell of her clit like a pendulum and, as she coped with the palpable high that the chemical of his tongue gave her, she simultaneously struggled with the mouthful of Bearyan stretching her mouth, grazing her throat.
Bearyan placed one gargantuan hand on Aileen’s back—the heat from his sheer size alone caught to the rest of her body. With Raegnor’s tongue centimeters from the opening of her pussy, Aileen could barely think straight. In fact, it felt like she couldn’t think at all. Her body and the overwhelming senses of pleasure coursing through her were enough to keep her happy and occupied. Here she was with her two men, the Earth saved, and on her way home. It was time to relish in the natural sensations she’d been waiting for.
The venumbre dove into her soaked pussy without hesitation this time. It writhed in and out—Aileen could hear Raegnor’s terse moaning, his hands clasping at either of her ass cheeks. She dug her knees into the floor beneath her and wrapped her hands around the juggernaut. Bearyan pressed his hands against the ceiling as Aileen raked imperviously at his rod. She was full on both sides—an ecstasy brand new to Aileen—something not possible with humans.
Bearyan’s fist pounded against the roof of the cargo bay and a gush of heat radiated from his sack where her hands cupped one large orb of a testicle. A wave of hot, syrupy liquid filled Aileen’s mouth—it was sweet, and reminded her of taking a can of whipped cream straight from the fridge—only warm, and thick. There was simply too much—and once it spilled out of Aileen’s mouth, it collected in puddles on the ground where her hands struggled to maintain balance.
Behind
her, Raegnor released the venumbre in flash and extended his cock, preparing to put it inside Aileen. Bearyan yowled above her, and she reached up to lace his hair in her fingertips, rotating it tightly like a harness once Raegnor plummeted into her core.
At first Aileen was terrified of what Raegnor’s penis would feel like—judging by the rest of his body, which was rough and platy, she imagined a sharpness tearing through her—but the sensation was quite the contrary. As Raegnor thrust rapidly, he tied his tail around Aileen’s left ankle to give him extra leverage. The dick inside her was surprisingly soft—like the venumbre.
Maybe his body isn’t entirely covered in those weird scales, she thought. The muscle within her canal was not as large as the venumbre, but what it lacked in size it made up for in precision—somehow pinpointing its way to her G-spot. The cum instantly splashed out from the cracks between Aileen’s lips and Raegnor’sshaft. With her cum leaking out, and Bearyan’s cum still hot in her mouth, Aileen closed her eyes in pure bliss.
“I have another load ready, Captain Miroki,” Bearyan said, withdrawing the anaconda-large penis from Aileen’s mouth. “Please allow me entry into your chamber.”
“Raegnor!” Aileen screamed, ooze dripping from her mouth. “Rotate positions with Bearyan. Right now.”
Raegnor pulled is soft tissue out of her, and for a moment Aileen was empty while the two aliens walked around her. She took a deep breath—Bearyan’s dick would be a different story than Raegnor’s entirely. Could she survive such a large object inside her?
Bracing herself, Raegnor put his hands against her temples and massages them gently before inserting the new muscle into her mouth. It was much different than she’d imagined—it was the same pink-flesh tone as the venumbre, but much smaller—still larger than the average penis. It snaked around in front of her face, teasing her as she tried to place her mouth around it. He had complete control of it—and then she felt the familiar feel of his tail fur wrap around her neck again.
With Bearyan now behind Aileen, he grabbed her entire ass with one hand, jostling it softly. Using his other hand, Bearyan spread her legs open with the flick of his index finger and thumb. Simultaneously, Raegnor guided his slithering cock into her mouth while the tip of Bearyan’s mammoth’s one began pressing into her pussy.
What in the world is happening to me? was the only thought to race through Aileen’s mind with Bearyan’s titanic dick stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched.
A howl of joy escaped her mouth, warbled with Raegnor’s member dancing with her tongue. “Captain, get ready,” Bearyan said. “The second load is well on its way.”
“I’m with you, there,” Raegnor spouted, pulling Aileen’s hair tight.
Bearyan wrapped his hand around Aileen’s waist, and with one immense thrust forward, Aileen exploded again with raging ripples plundering through her. Their orgasm was the definition of perfection, and Aileen felt for one second that she was part of some miracle—while her own secretion flooded out, she got the strong taste of Raegnor’s smoldering load—a light taste of bubble gum from the all the fizzure he drank.
Nothing could have prepared her for the for the oceanic current from Bearyan’s rod—she felt like a hose—or more accurately a fire hydrant—had been pressed against her and the torrential blast forced her forward into Raegnor’s groin.
With the bliss inflating Aileen, she jumped in fear as something rocked the ship. Bearyan and Raegnor shared a look of concern.
“What was that?” Raegnor asked. With Raegnor pulled out of her, she saw that his cum was the same bedazzled blue as his eyes.
“Could have been debris,” Bearyan said, pulling out.
The Tower Cadet rocked again, throwing the three of them to their sides. “Get dressed,” Aileen ordered. “I don’t think this is debris.”
She fastened her clothes on and ran down the corridor to the cockpit. Outside she saw hundreds of mountainous ships from the Intergalactic Armada’s fleet, and all of their canons pointed toward the Tower Cadet.
*****
Aileen’s jaw dropped. “Why are we being barricaded and shot at by the Intergalactic Armada?” she begged.
Another shot hit the side of the ship, tipping it from side to side. They’re not trying to kill, Aileen though, they’re only trying to send us a message.”
“The want us to surrender,” Bearyan said from behind her. “They want us to come out with our hands up, if you take the meaning.”
“Why the hell would they want us to do that?” Aileen asked. When they departed Woes Ëan, she thought she had done the planet a favor, killing a hideous Lysthaurus and saving hundreds of Woes Ëans in the process.
“I might have something to do with that,” Raegnor piped up, the blue from his eyes adding a glow to the darkness of the cockpit.
“Speak, Raegnor,” Aileen urged.
“When we were at the Armada’s base I may have taken more than the bio-nanodevice,” Raegnorchirped, the smirk on his face like a dagger.
“What do you mean, ‘may have taken more’?” Aileen asked, anger flowing through her neck with each heavy breath.
“When in the digital database I also took the designs of your father’s ship they stole,” the pride in his grin unaltered. “And now the only way they can reproduce it is by taking the real thing.”
“What?” she cried. “Just give them back the design. It’s not worth throwing away our lives.”
“This design can save a lot more planets than just Earth,” Raegnor said with conviction.
“He’s right, Captain,” Bearyan confirmed.
“We can throw the ship into V-Speed and bypass these slugs with ease,” Raegnor continued. “Your father was a genius, and you’re a genius. You can fly us out of this with your eyes closed.”
Aileen blushed. Even with hundreds of canons pointed at her she felt so lucky to have Raegnor and Bearyan at her side.
“If we can get the bio-nanodevice to Earth,” Bearyan said, thinking out loud, “then we can fly to Fulgurator and keep low. It is the last place they would expect us.”
She knew that deep down Bearyan was missing home, too.
“Ready the turbines and the thrusters,” she said, taking her place in the pilot seat. With her hands on the controls, Aileen felt a new sense of purpose rush over her.
“My pleasure, Captain,” Raegnor said, his voice ripe with pride. He turned to exit the cockpit, pressing the red button on the stereo. A wild, upbeat jam erupted from the small speaker. “Now we’re talking,” Raegnor finished, making his way to the turbines.
“Well, Captain,” Bearyan said, “I’m happy to be at your side. I’ll be here until the bitter end.”
“And I will welcome you every step of the way, Bearyan,” Aileen said. “Now let’s go save the Earth.”
She felt the ship vibrate as the turbines went into V-mode. In moments the Tower Cadet would propel past the Intergalactic Armada’s fleet at light speed. Bearyan wrapped his arm around Aileen, holding her close. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his firm chest. Looking up, Bearyan was staring right down at her—their eyes locked. As the ship hummed into light speed, Aileen reached up and grabbed a handful of Bearyan’s mane. They smiled at each other and held on tight as the ship careened through the blackness of space.
THE END
Another bonus story is on the next page.
Bonus Story 11 of 44
Immortal Souls
August Delacroix walked the streets of Paris alone. Finally, she had left the glory of the wealthy streets behind her. She now wandered wherever her feet carried her. It had been so long, so painfully long since she had laid eyes upon her home. It had been well over a century ago. Her heart shattered. August was lost in her misery when she suddenly found herself walking a dimly lit street that harbored houses of the old nineteenth-century fashion. Her senses picked up a scent that she had not witnessed in many years. It smelled of a mixture of old pine needles and lavender.
As August drew closer, she could not believe her eyes. Somehow, after all this time, August’s feet had brought her back to the old estate where she had resided as a mortal child, along with her father and her brother, The Rue Chavern. She stopped sharply and looked up at the abandoned building. Most of the estates on the street were also boarded up and lonely. She fondly remembered the days when the old street had been thriving. So many memories in that place.
August knew that she shouldn’t enter the one place that had caused her so much turmoil in her mortal years, but a strength within herself told August that she had to face that which harmed her. She may be immortal, eternal, but she too could feel anguish just as mortals felt it.
Using her senses, she found the back entrance to the Rue Chavern, boarded and untouched. The place had been abandoned for years. The wood that covered the windows was old and weathered, falling apart from age. August tore off the long board that held the back entrance shut and threw it into the jungle garden. It fell into the grass with a hiss. She entered the big house with her heart racing and her fear prominent.
August didn’t know what she was expecting revisiting her childhood home. Coming back here couldn’t turn back time, or could it? She wasn’t sure why she was still grieving for a life that was lost to her over two hundred years ago. She didn’t know if she was grieving; she didn’t know what it was that she felt.
As soon as August entered, she felt the old dusty room reach out its arms to embrace her in a welcoming gesture. It was strange that she felt so comforted stepping inside a place of death, but it was rather fitting. Everything remained as it had been on the last night that she had been mortal.
The downstairs was completely overrun with cobwebs that disguised the small square dining room table that had once graced the kitchen. In the distance, she could hear the faint noises of rats. It smelled old, the Rue Chavern, and it felt so very old. It smelled of musk and dust. A pleasant smell, she thought. To her, it smelled of home.
