Wow. Just… wow.
Slowly, she lowers to the ground, kneecaps sliding against the unclean concrete. She kisses us, one by one, deep and sensual. Our tongues lock and coil, pulling away only to swirl back in again. Like the tides of oceans, the three of us kiss, a slow rhythm that speeds up as our breath takes precedence.
I’m so fucking hard, and she picks me as her first target.
Straddling her legs around my waist, she brings herself around me. My crown brushes against her pubic mound, sliding against her clit. I try to thrust, but she takes my cock into her hands and whispers, “Not yet. Let’s take this slow.”
I’m in disbelief. The other aliens stroke their cocks, patiently watching with a growing hunger in their eyes.
I hold my breath and stop moving. “There,” she says, in the lightest tone I’ve ever heard. “Just breathe and look into my eyes.”
As I do what she says, I can see the details in her eyes. The chocolate iris that surrounds the blackness of her pupils is designed to catch predators like me.
I relinquish control. She is all hands on deck, and I’m loving every second.
Her small hands grip hard, and when she pulls back my foreskin, my cock spills rich beads of lubricant onto her palms.
I’m dying over this.
She glides her hands across my balls, which perk up immediately. It feels so good that it hurts.
I’m going to blow.
“I can’t take this anymore,” I groan.
“Take it,” she says.
I start to shake. My legs jolt upward, and I swear I’m about to fucking come. Grinning, she pulls away and stands once more.
The others tremble with lust.
“I want you to breed me,” she says.
I gulp. Every nerve is twisted and bundled up. I can hardly fucking breathe, let alone get back to baseline.
“I’m ready,” she says.
“Yes,” I moan. “Let us spill inside your pussy.”
She places a finger against my mouth. I smirk and nibble.
“But I want to do it the old way. The way of your ancestors,” she says. “I want the real thing, not the stupid Empire ritual. We don’t need a witness.”
Lök opens his mouth to object, but Rekker glares at him to shut up. I can’t stop staring at her beautiful face. I want to ruin it with sweat and cum, and if she wants to ruin me too, even better.
Legally, we need a witness to tell the Empire we have made kin. That is the only way we can be granted immunity by intergalactic law.
On the other hand, Slain hardly follows the rules. It was by breaking them he gained any power in the first place.
So fuck the rules. We’re going raw and rogue.
She turns, ass facing us. Bending over, she spreads her cheeks wide. Both holes stare at me; her pussy is ready. Yes, she is already soaking through her delicate lips, creating a small puddle onto her heels.
“Breed me,” she moans. “And connect with me forever.”
Oh, fuck.
The heaviness between my balls and taint is extreme. So much seed has built up, I’m like a backed up pipe ready to burst.