My Alien's Obsession (Draci Alien 1)

He might not have imagined it was possible but he looks very excited by the idea.

“Oh it’s possible, baby. And you’re about to experience it firsthand.” I hand him a small bottle of lube. “Just make sure to put plenty of that on Number One—” We’ve had to develop a shorthand to talk about his unique situation down there. Number One is the top and Number Two is the bottom cock, “—and then I want you to fuck me.”

He breathes out hard and then his hands are at his pants, shoving them down and freeing his double erections.

God, they’re glorious to look at. Big and hard and beautiful and— Oh. Both my holes clench. I need to be filled. I need to be fucked.

“Baby, I need it.” I bite my lip. “You know how I need it.”

“Yes, I know how you need it.” Shak’s eyes are glowing golden as he stares down at my backside. The next second, he has popped the top of the lube and is generously coating Number One.

Then I feel him against my ass, at my most forbidden place.

Oh fuck he’s big. Maybe I didn’t think this through all the way— Oof! My eyes fly wide open as his ridged head pops through my tight ring of muscles.

I breathe out, hissing air through my teeth. Damn, there was no way I would’ve been able to take that if I hadn’t been preparing for him.

He must already be leaking pre-cum, too, because I can already feel him. It’s so fucking addictive—being so deeply connected to another person like this. We’ve only been together for three short months but I can’t imagine sex any other way now.

I feel his shocked delight when he inches forward and the head of his other cock touches my pussy. Usually when he fucks me, it’s incredibly pleasurable, but I can always feel this tiny thread of want in him. Not quite dissatisfaction. But I know it’s because we always go one at a time, the other cock always waiting its turn to cum.

But both of them being stimulated like this at the same time?

It’s blowing Shak’s fucking mind.

And simultaneously, mine too, because we’re so connected.

Then there’s my own sensation. Because with every inch he pushes forward, oh God, I’ve never been so filled before in my entire life.

I grab onto Shak’s hand braced flat on the lounger beside my shoulder. We are connected everywhere and still I want more.

The pleasure. Oh God, the pleasure.

It zings down from my tummy, sparkles like fireworks in my cunt, while at the same time I feel it lighting up Shak’s two cocks. His thrusts grow more and more fervent every time his ridged heads gain friction, pushing in and out. It bites like lightning jolting up and down his spine. And then back to my pussy. It’s an unending circle of the most eye-popping pleasure.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you ever, ever stop,” I plead, my nails digging into his flesh.

“Never.” His voice is ragged. “I’ll never stop fucking you. Fucking this cunt. Fucking this ass.”

I clench around him in unconscious convulsions. “More.” He knows how I love dirty talk.

“My cock in your ass. So good. Need to fuck you. Even,” he pants, thrusting in and pulling out again, “harder.” He rams back in and I light up.

“Yes,” I cry and then, God, I want this to last forever but I’m too worked up and so is Shak. It feels too good. I love him so much and he makes me fly even when my feet are firmly planted on the ground.

I don’t know if he’s hearing and feeling my thoughts, but he wraps an arm low around my belly and covers my back as he begins to whisper in my ear. Not filthy things, but loving things.

“I love you. You and Thrax are my world. There’s nothing without you. I love you so fucking much.”

And then he has no more words because we’re both cumming, so hard and so completely that even if all the stars in all the worlds go cold, we would still exist because our love is a burning fire that will never go out.

Epilogue

ANA

I look around the empty airplane hangar. No sign of him yet.

Just old concrete floor and the huge rusting tin roof overhead. This place hasn’t been used in over fifty years.

The Draci arranged for some of the tin roof paneling to be discreetly repaired so no satellite imagery would be able to see what occasionally lands here.

Speaking of landings… I pull out my phone to check the time. It’s only two o’clock. He’s not really late yet. I was just really early.

I startle when the phone in my hand starts to ring.

It’s Juliet. Shit.

My thumb hovers over the ignore button. But what if she or Shak has some information about the landing?