Shared by the Alien Hybrids

by Lia Nox

  My gag reflex tried to make an appearance and I viciously stomped it down, brow furrowing a little as I relaxed my throat. On the next lift I was able to take Eyebrows deeper than before, earning a pleased growl.

  Hands were grasping my legs tight enough to bruise, fingers running through my hair gently, as the two men took turns thrusting into me. I was helpless between them, only able to hold on for the ride. Each thrust into me wound me tighter and tighter, until I could only focus on chasing my orgasm.

  A particularly hard thrust from beneath me found a spot inside I had never known about, but the burst of ecstasy from it threw me over the edge I had been on. I knew I was screaming, the sound muffled by Eyebrows’ thrusts, his grip on my hair turning painful as he used me. Grumpy was growling loudly behind me, his final thrust slamming into me, my spasming walls pulling him deeper.

  I felt Eyebrows begin coming down my throat, and I attempted to swallow, but became extremely distracted at the feel of Grumpy’s release, hot come hitting my walls and seeming to reach higher into me. It felt like the burning of a hot shower coating my insides, the warmth soothing while also arousing me once more.

  With the strength of the two orgasms I had already had, I could hardly believe my own body as it began ascending that hill once more. Eyebrows pulled out of my mouth, his come spilling out of my mouth and dripping down my chin onto my breasts. Grumpy, however, was still rocking inside my body slowly, my now sensitive walls sparking with the stimulation. He didn’t seem like he was ready to stop, his pace never changing from the gentle movement. Soon, each small thrust had my hips trying to move with him, fire growing within me.

  Eyebrows dropped to his knees in front of me, staring me intently in the eyes, watching as I began to lose myself to pleasure once more. Starting slow, He began licking the come off my face, following each trail down my throat and onto my chest. The textured surface ran over my nipple and I inhaled slowly and deep, trying to keep my control.

  I wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

  With both men focused on me, I could feel myself descending into the pleasure, letting my mind float in it. I could feel Grumpy starting to harden again, his thrusts beginning to get deeper, longer. Eyebrows seemed to become distracted playing with my nipples, one in his mouth while the other was being pinched by his fingers. I never had a chance to wonder where his other hand had wandered to, before it was sliding between my already spread lips, grazing his fingers on the edge of my stretched entrance. For a moment I thought he might try to finger me alongside Grumpy’s now completely hardened cock, but instead it pulled away. A gentle tug at my clit was my only warning before Eyebrows began rubbing it in circles, the hood having been pulled back.

  That added to my continued pleasure at the hands of Grumpy, had me tumbling into another orgasm, this one smaller but no less powerful than the previous. My body felt heavy with exhaustion, but neither of them were finished.

  Both continued to play with me, pushing me further and further. Tears began falling down my cheeks, the overstimulation almost too much, not even able to move enough to wipe my eyes. I could feel Eyebrows licking my cheeks, erasing my tears, their pace still steady.

  As if by silent agreement, Grumpy sped up, the quick change wrenching a wordless cry from my throat. Eyebrows began moving his fingers faster, playing with my clit as Grumpy thrusted up into me with every drop, hitting deeper and deeper.

  Finally, I felt Grumpy’s hot release, the warmth and pressure of being filled pushing me over once more.

  I knew I was screaming again, my entire body shaking, my vision gaining dark spots. I think I may have passed out for a moment, so very slowly becoming aware of the gentle touches and warm arms around my waist. I was once again sitting on Grumpy’s lap, being hugged from behind while Eyebrows ran his finger through my hair and massaged the back of my neck.

  Both men were murmuring quietly, words I couldn’t quite catch or translate, but the tone was soft, gentle.

  Almost loving.

  Deep in my chest I could feel something growing larger, the warm, affectionate feeling increasing with every muttered word.

  It was growing awfully close to a certain word and feeling already, I knew.

  But that was for later. Much later.

  Zuvo

  A rustling almost at the edge of our hearing had Tarnan and I snapping to attention, growling at the intrusion.

  Tarnan slid in front of us, our prize held snug against my chest, eyes locked on the sounds origin.

  We recognized the familiar steps at once, both relaxing as Axar emerged from the shadows, some beast hanging from his shoulder. However he’d found it, in spite of all the fake creatures mingled among the real, he’d caught us extra food to live off of.

  Our prize squirmed in my hold, my grip tightening until I realized she was trying to see over Tarnan’s shoulder. Wanting to help I used my arms to raise her up a little so she could see Axar growing closer.

  A tiny, surprised sound came from her, drawing Axar’s attention. He surveyed the three of us, taking in our disheveled states, and huffed out a laugh.

  “Couldn’t wait for me?” He said, laughter in his tone as he dropped the strange beast on the ground. I grinned as Tarnan shrugged theatrically, slowly shaking his head.

  “Couldn’t help it. She’s far too desirable.” Tarnan responded, casually shifting to the side until he was leaning on his hands, legs now stretched out in front of myself and our treasure. Axar’s gaze grew heated, darkening with lust as he took in the messy, wrecked appearance of our little prize. I loosened my grip on her, letting my hands glide to her sides, uncovering what skin had been hidden from his sight.

  Axar visibly breathed deeper, scenting the three of us. I was sure our scents were so mingled together, it would be hard to tell the difference between us.

  And I knew the instant Axar realized this, his brow furrowing in frustration.

  His scent wasn’t on her. Not now, after what we had done.

  Tarnan, obviously recognizing Axar’s upset, was quick to his feet. Walking to Axar’s side, he clapped a hand on his shoulder, grin teasing. “I’ll take care of this, you take care of her.” He said quietly, dropping his hand in order to reach for the beast, hauling it over his shoulder.

  Task assigned, Axar stalked closer, gaze on the slight form held on my lap.

  Our prize seemed to have caught on as her arms were outstretched and welcoming Axar before he even got close, pulling him close when he did the same, removing her from my lap.

  I allowed myself to sit back, adjusting from the kneeled position I had been in. Blood flowed into the limbs quickly at the change and I winced at the sudden pressure. Axar noticed, as usual, and I could see that glimmer of humor in his gaze.

  Our prize said something, her untranslated words capturing Axar’s attention immediately. I watched as the grin on his face grew softer while looking at her, a change I’d bet he didn’t even realize had happened. It was a little amusing how the three of us had become so enamored with this slip of a girl that we could barely communicate with.

  Axar’s hand ran down her bare back possessively, smile changing into something predatory. Without hesitation, he pulled her against him and kissed her deeply, drawing a quiet noise from her that had my gaze turning sharp.

  The kiss continued, slow and unhurried, while Axar began to slowly rub against her. I could see his cock hardening, and our prize beginning to squirm in that way I knew. One glance from Axar had me moving closer, ready to help support her as he pulled away. I grabbed her hips, holding her steady as Axar wasted no time in disrobing, cock already hard.

  I kept still, holding our prize, while Axar began stroking her sides. She sighed at the touch, leaning back and resting more of her weight on me, relaxing into the rough touches. Axar’s hand began to drop, heading for her core, but one touch had her inhaling sharply and trying to jump away.

  Axar looked to me instantly, and I stiffened at the harsh look.

  “
Did you harm her?” He growled, raising onto the balls of his feet, ready to pounce. “What did you do to her?”

  I shook my head quickly. “We didn’t do anything without her permission.” I swore.

  She said something, voice stubborn. We both looked at her, Axar seeming to relax a little at the fire in her eyes as she repeated herself, voice louder. I still didn’t understand, but Axar seemed to. Slowly, he lowered himself back to his knees, watching her intently.

  Even slower, she moved to cup Axar’s cheek with her right hand, the other reaching out to trail across his chest. As her hand began descending, Axar grabbed it with his own. She frowned prettily at him, attempting to tug her hand away and failing.

  Axar leaned forward, lowering himself until he was nose to nose with her. “Only if you are well.” He said slowly. Whatever expression she gave him made him snort in amusement, closing his eyes with a smile. He released her hand and in seconds it was wrapped around him.

  Grunting, Axar slid his hands into her hair, using it as a brace as she began stroking him without hesitation. Both decidedly distracted, my gut twisted with arousal at the steadily growing scent coming from our prize, the warm, spicy scent that signaled her own arousal.

  I wanted to play with her again, but knowing she was in pain and could not take us, I hesitated. Than I had an idea. Leaning close to our prize, I whispered into her ear as a finger stroked over the pucker of her behind.

  “May I?”

  She froze for a few seconds, Axar growling at the lack of movement, before giving a sharp shudder and exhale. Tentatively, she nodded, that began moving again, motions jerky from what I guessed may be nerves.

  Determined to help distract her, my right hand wrapped around her breast, squeezing the cooled flesh gently. The soft moan encouraged me to continue playing with it, while my other hand came up, fingers curving and tapping at her lips. Her jaw relaxed, mouth opening obediently.

  Pushing four fingers into her mouth, my gaze grew dazed as she began sucking on them. Laving them with her tongue, I felt them become soaked in her saliva. Deeming them wet enough, I pulled them out, licking her shoulder once in thanks. I began to sit back, only having a second to shift my hand around her breast to her waist as she pitched forward, pulling Axar’s cock into her mouth.

  Trying to ignore the sounds of her pleasuring Axar, and failing a little, I took advantage of this change in position to nudge at that little pucker once more with my wet fingers. I pushed one in to the first knuckle, pausing as I felt her body go rigid. It only lasted a moment before she slumped, a muffled shaky moan my signal to continue.

  Moving slowly, I pushed my finger in the rest of the way. Biting my own tongue, I closed my eyes and focused on the silky, incredibly tight walls surrounding the digit. Imagining that softness on my own cock filled my mind as I started thrusting my finger into her, stretching her.

  I took my time preparing her, enjoying the intimacy I felt in taking care of her while she continued to pleasure Axar enthusiastically, small gasps and moans falling from her filled lips. By the time I pushed in a second finger my cock was hard, the sounds she was making combining with my own imaginings.

  She stiffened again at the second finger, but quickly relaxed her body, making it easier to push in. Thrusting my fingers into her, she pushed back, gasping at the intrusion. I had begun stroking myself in time with each thrust, grip tight as I tried to mimic the pressure my fingers were feeling.

  Time warped a little as I continued to prepare her, listening to her breath hitch and the wet sounds of her tongue on Axar’s cock. Another finger and she let out a high-pitched whine, hips pushing back towards me. Her scent had grown heavy, thickening in the air until I could almost feel it. My mouth watered at the idea of tasting her, but I held back, focused on her.

  As the fourth finger began pushing at her rim she pulled off Axar and shook her head quickly. Stopping, I heard her stutter out some words, breathing high pitched and thready. Most of the sounds were barely recognizable, but I did understand one word.

  “More!”

  Desire filled me, but a tap on my shoulder had me glancing up at the hovering form of Tarnan.

  “Mind if I cut in?” He asked, voice playful. I growled, baring my teeth, annoyed at his interruption. Before anything else could happen, the sharp inhale and snapping teeth from Axar broke any tension. We couldn’t help but watch our beautiful prize swallow around his cock, throat flexing repeatedly as she successfully managed to swallow it all without dripping.

  With a pop, my fingers were out, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness. While Tarnan began taking my place, I couldn’t resist moving in and pressing my lips against hers, kissing her deeply. I pulled back to enjoy the dazed expression on her face, once again losing her senses to pleasure.

  A sharp tug on my hair surprised me, yelping a little to her amusement. She let out a little giggle, eyes brightening and shining like the sun. Entranced, it took another yank on my hair to look up at Axar who was now watching me, laughing. Motioning to the pile of meat that Tarnan had been working on skinning before he rejoined us, I felt my shoulders sag at the expectant look on Axar’s face.

  “Fuck me….okay, okay, I’m going.” I muttered, glaring at Tarnan when he laughed. Our prize looked confused as I pulled away, moving to stand and leave.

  She asked a question, voice curious. Figuring she must be wondering what was happening, I smiled at her and leaned forward to lick her nose, making her break out in giggles again. Motioning to the meat, I watched her gaze go to it, lighting up again in understanding. “Someone has to cook something that won’t kill us.” I joked, her smile reflecting mine.

  Axar huffed a little at my comment and nudged me with his knee, nearly making me topple over. Laughing, I shook it off and made my way towards the food, erection forgotten. It was okay, after all, she wasn’t going anywhere without us.

  Mine.

  Ours.

  Delia

  Never in my entire life had I ever been in such a position, or more accurately, positions.

  I’d been with men before but never like this, and not so free with my desire. I’d never been ashamed of my sexuality, but I’d always kept it guarded. Too many broken promises had left me untrusting, unable to fully give myself to another so completely. And then I’d met these guys and my whole world had shifted.

  Sliding back down onto Grumpy’s rock hard member, my walls flexed around him, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He was so skilled with his movements, always maintaining a steady line between too gentle and too hard; a perfect balance of knee-trembling pleasure. I moaned loudly, though it sounded muffled with my mouth so full of Eyebrow’s muscular cock. He was slowly fucking my mouth, enjoying the sensation of my teeth lightly grazing over his ridges, while my tongue licked around the reddening head of his member.

  I was on the verge of another orgasm, my climax rushing up my body from in between my thighs, that intensity of an oncoming explosion so devastating it made me take Grumpy faster and faster. I couldn’t stop even if I’d wanted to - I had to release all of this pent-up energy. How it had built up so much and so quickly came as a surprise; I’d had energetic lovers before, but they’d always needed a break between my orgasms. Grumpy and Eyebrows needed no such breaks, they just kept pounding away, in my pussy, in my mouth… they were filling me up and taking me to the edge and then beyond it.

  Grumpy forced the most intense orgasm out of me, the deepness I felt so fresh and new to me. The only reason I didn’t scream out into the night, unbridled for all the creatures of this strange world to hear, was because Eyebrows was silencing me. Part of me was grateful, as I hadn’t known whether my cries of pleasure - all that moaning, groaning and grunting - would have attracted the attention of possible enemies. We were all in a vulnerable position, and I aimed to be in plenty more before even thinking about sleep. I hoped they shared my passion, though something told me that they would, and did.

  No words were spoken, but I
didn’t feel like any were needed as he could tell from my body, covered in sweat and primed for more, that I wanted to have him. I wanted him to make me his, just as Grumpy and Eyebrows had just done.

  His stride was powerful and strong, like a lion strutting around his pride. He exuded confidence and demanded attention, and we all gave it to him. Grumpy moved himself from inside of me, the sudden loss of his thickness so shockingly abrupt that it sent me emotionally reeling. I needed that fullness back, if not by him than by another. He didn’t fully move away from me however, with him instead settling himself in front of me, his tongue leaving a slick trail of saliva as he licked towards my pussy. I wasn’t sure if I could handle his tongue brushing against my clit after such impassioned fucking.

  My body stiffened with anticipation.

  Only the tip of his tongue touched it, but I felt myself coming undone immediately.

  “Ohhhhh, God…!” I moaned, my voice husky and low. None of them knew what my words meant, but the fact that they gave way to moaning was enough for them understand that what they were doing was wanted. More than wanted.

  I would have gladly stayed in that position, slowly starting to grind against Grumpy’s probing tongue, but then Warrior stepped in front of me, unleashing his cock. My god, it was gorgeous. It was the thickest of the three, which was saying something, and was enormous in size. The very idea of it inside of me causing my mouth to water. There was no hesitation in me bringing my mouth forward and around the end of his shaft. He closed his eyes and grunted with appreciation as I slid my mouth all the way down, inch after inch, the tip of his length causing me to gag. The way it felt around his cock must have been good because his groan turned into a profound grunting as he rammed himself further inside of me.

  Grumpy and Warrior had been my primary focus for so long now, that I’d not given much thought to where Eyebrows was. All I knew was that I wanted him to join in, in whatever way he could, even if it was just to stroke my body from head to toe. I needn’t have been concerned for his momentary absence though, as I soon felt his presence once more, right behind me. In my current position I was kneeling, my legs spread so that Grumpy could keep licking my wet slit, and slightly leaning forwards so that Warrior could easily keep pounding into my mouth. When Eyebrows’ hand rubbed each cheek of my behind I whimpered slightly.