Alien Bride

Vraik enters second, and I’m breathless.

“Deep in your filthy ass,” Vraik mutters.

Rekker thrusts back, slow and gentle.

“Keep fucking me,” I say.

Lök mounts and drives in deep. When he bucks forward, his alien lubricant covers my walls. The second thrust is easier.

It feels like fucking heaven.

Leaning forward, Lök lets out his tongue and kisses me.

“Sweet, Emma,” Rekker whispers. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“I do.”

“Our queen,” Lök says.

These three are my princes. They give me hope.

“I’ll never forget what we went through,” I say. “Our love is as infinite as the universe.”