With that, Peyton's hands wrapped around the shaft and squeezed.

I was sure I saw something moving within it, but brushed the thought away, thinking it was insane.

But then something fucking flew out of the head of the alien cock.

Out of pure instinct - and killer reflexes - Lenny's hand grabbed for it. The second her fingers closed around it, her face twisted in absolute horror as she yanked back her hand and threw the damn thing at a wall.

Where it splatted.

Like... splat!

Then bounced to the floor.

"What in Satan's twisted hell was that? Oh, God. Why is my hand slimy?" she asked, wiping it down her pant leg then frantically reaching for a napkin to wipe her pants. "I am going to need an answer, Peyton," she added as Peyton folded forward, holding her belly as she laughed.

"Your... face... oh, my God..."

"What was the cock slime ball, Peyton?" she asked again, tone almost a little frantic.

"Gelatin," she answered finally, wiping at her eyes, mascara giving her a raccoon look that somehow worked on her.

"More. Information," Lenny gritted out.

"Okay, so this is an alien cock. But there's a twist. It ejaculates alien eggs!" she declared, like it was something totally normal to be excited about.

"Why?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I dunno. Some girls - and guys, let's not be sexist here - like get all jazzed up at the idea of an alien filling them with an egg."

"Oh, dear fucking God. That is supposed to shoot up..." Lenny trailed off, shaking her head, not willing to accept it.

"Up the cooter," Peyton affirmed with a nod. "Or, well, the pooper too."

"Oh, Christ," Lenny said, turning away, unable to process it all.

"But doesn't it like... get stuck up there?" I asked, looking at the slimy alien cock.

"That's the beauty of the egg," she declared, walking over to pick it up, giving it a squeeze. "It's gelatin, but it warms up inside if it gets stuck, so it melts. And comes out like... oh, speaking of..." Peyton rushed on, making Lenny drop down on the couch.

"Please, God, no. I can't."

"They also have a line of alien cocks with this tube work in it," Peyton went on carelessly. "And you pump it full of alien cum. Which is some kind of lube or something. But the cock like jerks and spurts inside you."

"Peyton, I love you, you know I do, but I really can't hear anymore about your alien sex toys."

"I don't use them!" Peyton said, rolling her eyes. "I mean, I would be into one of the normal alien cocks, but Autumn hasn't gotten those in yet."

"What is a 'normal alien cock?'" Lenny asked, looking skeptical.

"Just normal vibes or dildos kinda thing. In funky colors with different shapes and ridges or spots like this fella right here," she said, running her fingers over the alien cock's shaft. "They're cool."

"They're popular enough that Autumn keeps them in stock?"

"People be kinky fuckers," Peyton said, shrugging, hands trying to yank the suction cup up. "Eggs all up inside... Sugar!" she called suddenly, making the man in question move out from the bedroom where she had shooed him when we had showed up. "Gregor is stuck to the counter again."

There were no words to describe the look on the lifelong biker's face at that declaration. It was a mix of horror, disgust, and amusement as he walked over toward his woman, grabbed a butter knife, and stuck it under the suction cup, releasing it with a laughably loud pop.

"If any of the guys hear about this, I will find a way to make you all pay," he warned us, daring us with those gray eyes of his.

"What? I was gonna bring him to the next party," Peyton declared, waving the massive cock around, a little alien egg lube flying outward onto poor Sugar's shoulder. "Oh, oops," she said, swiping it with her fingers, then slipping said fingers into her mouth. "What? It's raspberry!" she declared.

"If I die right now," Lenny said, shaking her head, "I think it would be fair to say that I have seen it all."

"Really? Sucking raspberry-flavored alien cum is the weirdest thing you've seen?" Sugar asked, wrapping an arm around his woman. "You clearly haven't spent enough time around Peyton," he added, pressing a kiss to her temple.

I saw it when they spoke of each other, when they looked at each other, when they simply breathed the same air.

Love.

I couldn't claim to be an expert in it, but I could suddenly see it.

Maybe because I was so surrounded by it.

It wasn't just Sugar and Peyton; it was Lenny and Edison, Reeve and Rey, Cy and Reese, the list went on and on and on.

Even someone bitter and heartbroken would no longer be able to be cynical about the l-word if they got to spend some time with these Henchmen and their women.

Tags: Jessica Gadziala Henchmen MC Erotic
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