Shared by the Alien Hybrids

by Lia Nox

  When he’d firmly grabbed and parted my cheeks, exposing my exit, my whimper had become a stifled moan. The seconds between him positioning himself just right and him actually entering me seemed painfully long, the suspense growing unbearable as I knelt there and waited. One of his fingers is what I felt next, slick with wetness, rubbing my puckered hole, setting my nerves on fire with a desperate hunger. I needed him to enter me. Immediately, without hesitation. Moving his finger away, he replaced it with the wet head of his cock, nestling it between my cheeks and incredibly close to my hole, but without actually pushing inside of me. Eyebrows gave my ass one last rub, the skin there beyond sensitive at this point, my flesh craving to be kissed, licked and smacked.

  Applying a firm hold, keeping me in place, he eased the tip into my ass.

  He was met with slight resistance at first, but he soon pressed further in; I bit down on my lower lip, hard. Once he was fully inside of me, he waited for a bit, allowing both of us to adjust to the feeling of one another. Finally, Eyebrows drew back, pulling himself out of me all the way to the end of his shaft… and then he slammed into me, causing me to jerk forwards. The dominance behind his movements made my head swim with dizziness. As he pounded into my ass, my hole stretching more with each thrust, just as my pussy had done, Warrior twisted his hands into my hair and gave my head a quick tug. The taste of his precome started to trickle down my throat.

  I was reeling, my mind and body feeling disconnected from reality and yet very much a part of what I was feeling. And boy, was I feeling a lot. I’d never had such fullness. But these rough and ready hunks weren’t simply content on just filling two of my holes, oh no, they wanted to fill up as much of me as they could.

  Grumpy, who had been tonguing my clit relentlessly, never once stopping, not even when Eyebrows and Warrior had pulled me about for them to feast on me, slipped his middle finger into my pussy. Before he’d entered me all the way down to his last knuckle, he’d added in his index finger. The two of them began to curl and stroke the roof of my walls, a tingling warm vibration overriding my senses.

  His fingers worked at me tirelessly, the speed and power he had shockingly sexy; I was so wet for him at this point that I longed for him to stretch me out further and to slid in another finger. But Grumpy had other plans. Rather than work more fingers inside of me, he moved his hand just a little, so that his thumb could start massaging my hardened, quivering clit. It only took a couple of rubs before I moaned out, loudly, straining my vocal cords as I did so. The walls of my pussy started to spasm around his fingers, my body convulsing uncontrollably; I couldn’t steady myself, I didn’t have my senses about me to even try. The spasms doubled in momentum as my ass milked Eyebrows’ cock, a sudden rush of warmth telling me he was climaxing with me.

  I had expected them both to want to pull away now that their urges had been satisfied, leaving only Warrior to plow into my mouth, but I’d been wrong. Eyebrows and Grumpy kept on fucking me. An expression of perverse delight was painted onto my features as they kept up the frantic pace. It grew further into a sultry grin as Warrior withdrew himself from my mouth, my lips moist with my spit and sweat.

  He grabbed my face, turning it up to look directly at him, and pulled my mouth wide open. He lined up his cock right in front of me, only millimeters away… I only had to wait for a couple more jerks of his twitching member before hot, creamy white liquid hit my lips and tongue. I greedily swallowed as much as I could, with the rest of his juices dripping down my chin and onto my chest.

  There was no doubt in anyone’s minds right now: I was completely and utterly theirs.

  Axar

  Oh, she was a prize!

  I gazed at her longingly, relishing her pink colored cheeks, glazed over eyes and panting mouth splattered with my seed. She was incredibly sexy; a goddess with unmatched allure. My cock started to harden and stir again, already priming itself to be inside of her once more. This pleased me, as I wanted to take over from Tarnan and Zuvo so that I could claim her other holes as my own as well. No inch of her would be kept from me. But as I scanned her expression, I noted that she looked in need of some rest.

  My right hand reached over to my discarded clothes, pulling them towards me so that I could make a quick pile on which she could lie. I then motioned for her to rest on there a while. She obeyed eagerly, her movements sluggish as she crawled forward.

  Seeing her like that, crawling around naked in the dirt, her sweaty skin so wet you could lick her dry, made me almost change my mind. Almost. As she threw herself down beside me, I knew this was better for her than me bending her over and fucking her again.

  I moved to rest beside her, calling for Zuvo and Tarnan to do the same; they came over and draped themselves around her. Although we didn’t intend to ravage her just yet, there was no way any of us were going to be able to keep our hands off of her.

  That body demanded to be touched. My hands glided along the line of her side, from the soft mounds of her breasts to all the way down to the top of her thigh. Instinctively I kissed her, my mouth softly pressing against hers; she moaned into the kiss, her breath mixing with mine.

  As I stole more of her kisses, I afforded a quick glance to see what the others were doing - I could see that Zuvo had begun to run his tongue on the underside of her breasts, while Tarnan was licking around her navel. The murmurs she made were intoxicating; they called out to the most carnal places inside of me.

  I just wanted to stay in that moment and never let go, the desire to protect marrying with my lust for her sex.

  I knew, without any doubt, that we needed to protect our prize at all cost. Even as I thought it, I felt that “prize” didn’t suit her anymore; she wasn’t a token item we could use and discard, she was a creature of immense beauty and intelligence.

  She was our goddess.

  A small, secret smile passed between Zuvo, Tarnan and myself, each of us thinking that same thought yet never once audibly discussing it. In truth, we didn’t need to. After we’d all pleasured her, we each had our own insight into the irreplaceable value she had. I allowed myself to heartily chuckle, an action that caused her to peek up at me; we’d thought we’d snared her, when in fact it had been her who had snared us.

  Zuvo frowned at me quizzically, clearly interested in finding out what was so funny about where we found ourselves. As much as I wanted to tell him, there was no benefit in doing so, and so I instead pointed for him to grab some food. We needed to feed, as did our goddess.

  Despite not being satisfied with my silence, Zuvo did as I’d asked and raised to go and grab the food, before piling it up high into his arms and bringing it back over to us. Everything could be eaten without too much preparation, though Zuvo would cook it if it was necessary, and so we could relish the succulence of the food without much fuss.

  After all that thrashing about, none of us wanted to have to exert ourselves any more than what we had to. Some food was able to be cooked if the mood took us, but for now this was the easier option, and the one much preferred.

  It was a nice feeling to have wash over me. I’d never been so contented before, especially not with a female, but then our females had been very different to this one… I didn’t really care for the how or why that was, only that I hoped we could continue to share this one for as long as possible. She was something I would always want to exert myself over. Preferably with her breasts bouncing as I plowed into her, her legs up in the air in a perfect V shape, so that I could take us both to new depths.

  After devouring most of the food I’d scavenged, I moved so that we could light a fire to warm us before we settled down to plan our next route; the fire was more for our prize than ourselves, but it was somehow soothing regardless. I think it was the act of using my hands, of making something out of a few materials. It was being able to accomplish a task and do it well that had always been my fix.

  Well, that and thrashing my strong, conditioned body about during a fight, the years I’d spent training and c
rafting myself into the perfect warrior having paid off. I came alive when I hunted, when I claimed my prey. The only difference with the type of claiming I’d been doing recently, was that I was fucking to reach my climax.

  I much preferred this way of “hunting”.

  Now that the fire had caught the kindling properly, and the flames had started to thicken and dance with integrity, I’d turned back to our goddess’s naked body. Although she was still unveiled, a picture of pale beauty awash with the burnt oranges of the flames, she was enjoying a few moments of rest. We wouldn’t leave her to sleep for too long, as there was much we needed to go over, but for now I left her to slumber peacefully. Zuvo appeared to have had the same idea, though I suspected his was born out of lack of trust than anything else.

  As if able to read my thoughts - a talent I knew Zuvo didn’t have - he came over to me, settling his bulky frame next to mine, his eyes occasionally cast over at our sleeping friend.

  “What do you think?” He asked, his need for a genuine answer as intense as his brooding; he was always one for mysterious dramatics. I shrugged, neither bothered or invested in anything above keeping her safe and well fucked. Tarnan interrupted us then, anxious to voice his opinion on the matter too.

  “She’s… special, Zuvo, surely you can see that?”

  “I can see and feel that she’s special at certain things, but what I don’t like is her being here without us understanding how it happened,” Zuvo replied, a grimace tightening his lips. “I don’t like the randomness of it all. Do you?”

  This wasn’t the first time Zuvo and I had wondered about what was going on, but it was new for us to feel so worried. I had a feeling we’d be able to handle whatever was thrown at us – we always had before – but not knowing what had happened to turn our home into ruins was an unsettling unanswered question.

  When we’d awoke again, we’d expected a world like the one we’d left when we went to sleep: the masters in charge still, regular hunting parties, completing tasks to amuse those in power.

  But if that life was gone, I needed to know what else awaited for us in the future.

  Nobody spoke for a while, all three of us taking it in turns to turn that simple question over in our head. We’d found her in distress, though by no means happy to see us, and had proceeded in learning next to nothing about her.

  Granted, the lack of communication wasn’t just on her, but something weird was definitely going on.

  “It doesn’t matter, she’s ours either way.” Tarnan cut in, his words like a sword across an unsuspecting throat. Zuvo only grunted by way of response, but I nodded in agreement; this girl was our mate.

  At least she was in my eyes, and I was sure she was in both of theirs as well, even if Zuvo had a hard time admitting it - he wouldn’t keep touching her so softly her if that wasn’t the case.

  No matter what Zuvo was feeling, nor the differences we had with this divine creature, that didn’t stop us all understanding the yearning we felt when we were around her.

  She only had to give me a look and my body instantly knew it had to be near her's, that I had to hear her make those glorious sounds as she writhed about under me. The fact that Zuvo and Tarnan could make her sing her pretty little symphony as well only added to the appeal.

  I adjusted my eyes to the growing darkness, the lighting in the station virtually useless in their failing illumination. My gaze fell upon her once more, her chest quietly rising and falling as she took in deep breaths, her mind clearly somewhere else while she dozed.

  My hand nudged her shoulder, carefully at first and then with a bit more vigor when she failed to stir. When her eyes opened, she looked groggy and displaced, as if I’d stolen something precious from her. But once her eyes adjusted and focused on me, a faint smile greeted me; I fell under her spell a little bit more.

  I pointed back towards Zuvo and Tarnan, voicelessly suggesting that she should come and sit closer by the fire with us. Quickly covering her body so that she felt less exposed, she crossed over the room and sat closest to Tarnan. I wondered if she saw him as the safest of us, seeing as how he was so free with his emotions. I wasn’t jealous of that if it was true, but I was curious as to how it would develop and grow should she make it across the rest of the landscape with us.

  Joining the other three again, I started going about sketching out a rough map of this area, and the others, in the traces of dust throughout the station. Another means of visualizing our planet would have been better, but we didn’t have any of the resources the masters had had to hand, and so I had to rely on my memory.

  I was pretty confident I’d gotten all the essentials in place. And if I hadn’t, one of the others would point out and correct my mistakes, Zuvo especially.

  Tarnan

  Now that our bellies were full, the heaviness of the meal helping all of us to feel more relaxed, we shifted our attention to a plan of attack. So far, we’d been fumbling about, almost as if we’d never done this kind of thing before, and so it was about high time we took back control; it was a sentiment that Axar was quick to voice.

  “We’re going in blind if we keep this up, it’s not right.” Zuvo eyed him coolly, not because what he said was false but because we had few options to remedy this. Until we found solid evidence of what had happened, we’d always be partially blind to the lost truths of this world.

  Axar became more exasperated when neither of us responded. “One of you say something!”

  “Axar,” Zuvo scolded, irked by his headstrong, charge-in-ask-questions-later attitude. “We’re as uneasy as you are, but like you we have no idea how best to proceed.”

  I had to agree with Zuvo on that. If we were to face unknowns, we’d do it as prepared as we could but that didn’t mean we could predict every eventuality. What we could do however, is educate our newest member on the lay of the land.

  Some aspects of the planet had obviously changed since we’d last been outside - the buildings abandoned, structures ransacked and destroyed, all without a survivor in sight.

  But essentially this planet was our stomping ground, and one we had known well. Axar was the first of us to start drawing out a map in the dirt on the floor, the dust proving to be useful for something other than making use filthy. The first part of the terrain he drew up was the one we’d already passed through: the mountains lined with woodlands and trees.

  Even in a void where communication was limited, we knew that she’d be able to understand where we’d come from.

  A nod of her head had confirmed what I’d been thinking.

  The next area on the map was the plains, where we found ourselves right now. It wasn’t only menacing foes that made crossing difficult, although I did wonder how easily we would be able to dispatch a larger patch of the dogs from before, it was the weather. The chokingly strong dust that collected in your lungs, clouded your vision, and masked oncoming enemies.

  I scoffed at the map, showing my displeasure, to which her eyes peered at me questioningly - was she curious? I couldn’t quite tell, but her expression reminded me of times when Axar and Zuvo hadn’t understood one of my plans.

  “Bad.” I uttered, my voice laced with disgust at the very thought of having to be here for too long. She offered me a sweet smile, innocent yet meaningful, the fullness of her lips causing me to lose my train of thought; it so often happened to me when around her.

  “Here?” Was all she asked, pointing from the plains section of the map and to the world beyond the room.

  I now wore a smile too, pleased that I had known what she had meant. The device she’d unearthed back when we were scavenging was obviously helping to bridge the gaps, but there were still moments when phrases and sentences didn’t land quite right. Her ability to make use of the master’s leftovers was to be commended, but whatever she’d found wasn’t fully functional. None of us knew if it ever would be.

  “Bad h-he-re.” I stuttered out, ever conscious of Axar and Zuvo watching me; Axar looked most curious at our
interactions, but Zuvo looked as grumpy as ever. He wasn’t impressed.

  Inpatient for us to get on with our map planning, Zuvo pushed past me and started to add another sector to the map, this time of the forests beyond the plains. It made me tense just looking at it.

  The plains were miserable, that much was true, but the forests hid enemies among its dense foliage that could rip even the bravest of warriors apart. I should know, one of them had once tried to claim me.

  If it hadn’t been for Axar’s brute strength, I’d have been a body carried home to the masters. A disappointing footnote to them before they sent out someone else in my place.

  “Dangerous.”

  Her eyes widened as she heeded my word of warning, the surprise rolling off of her in waves. She was a strong-willed female, and one who had seen all of us fight, and so she knew that to hear one of us utter caution was to warn of far worse dangers than we’d faced already.

  “Tarnan!” Axar had snapped at me, obviously not wanting to alarm our companion.

  Her head looked from him to me, before she too said my name. Her pronunciation was softer, more sensual in tone; it held such kindness in it. It was warming to hear.

  “You,” She pointed at me. “You Tarnan?”

  I pointed at myself by way of reply and nodded excitedly, the joy of mutual understanding a welcome distraction from memories of savage battles from the past.