Alien Slave (19 page)

It didn’t matter she’d had him in her
body before. Looking at the alien’s huge sexes, Dani’s heart
skipped a beat with fear. He would drive them into her body, and
she couldn’t deny him. He owned her.

Powerless against the dark, dangerous
Kalquorian, Dani could only watch as he gathered himself in one
hand, positioning himself for the first thrust into her body. She
warbled a cry that was half welcome, half fearful. He pressed
against her, the tips of him slipping into her pussy and
anus.

Gelan suddenly thrust hard, burying
himself to the hilt. Dani shrieked. Intoxicant, pain, fear, arousal
… the mixture was pure combustion, and she exploded in
orgasm.

The Dramok rutted with her violently,
gasping great whoops of air as her passage clutched him in fervent
spasms. Veins in his neck stood out as he drove into her squeezing
sleeve, fighting to maintain control. With a guttural exclamation,
he lost the battle, unleashing a roar as her clutching pussy yanked
climax from him. The hard jerks of his larger cock surrendering its
seed set off Dani anew, and she screamed with rekindled
sensation.

Gelan fell over her, still pounding his
hips into her. His weight held her helpless, making her take every
violent push. Dani detonated again, her body ecstatic from the
merciless lovemaking.

At last the Kalquorian slowed, his
thrusts growing erratic. His gasps sobbed in Dani’s ear. She
realized she had let go of her legs again only when her arms fell
bonelessly from their grip of the wide expanse of Gelan’s back.
Limp as overcooked spaghetti, she lay beneath the alien’s
shuddering body. She thought she might never move again.

With a final groan, Gelan rolled off of
her. His body splayed across the ground beside her, every bit as
wasted as she was.

“
You’d think they’d never
had sex before,” someone growled.

Dani gathered enough strength to turn
her head to one side. Wynhod and Krijero crouched on the ground,
watching from only a few feet away. Their eyes were nearly black,
their fangs extended, and their excitement strained the crotches of
their pants. Dani nearly wept to see their excitement. No way could
she take the two of them on. She’d die of exhaustion.

“
Let’s see your back,
Gelan,” Krijero said. His voice wasn’t quite as bestial as
Wynhod’s, but it still rumbled threateningly, like far off thunder
announcing a coming storm.

With a breathless chuckle, the Dramok
managed to lift his bulk from the springy ground. He turned around,
displaying the ragged scratches Dani had clawed into his flesh.
Blood beaded the stripes.

“
Nice,” Wynhod snarled in
appreciation.

“
I won’t even ask if you
want those treated,” Krijero added.

Gelan laughed, looking down at the
still-spent Dani. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself so much, my tiny
savage.”

Wynhod yanked his boots off. His
formsuit followed, and then he slowly eased towards her, crawling
on all fours like a wolf approaching wounded prey. “My turn,” he
said.

Oh no. Dani couldn’t even twitch, she
was so worn. “Please,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

“
You will.” Wynhod crept
over her, his big, muscular body blocking out the brutal glare of
the sun.

Weak as a newborn kitten, Dani could
only lie there as he looked down on her. His hand cupped her jaw,
the calloused pad of his thumb rough on her lips as he outlined her
mouth.

“
I want this,” he
said.

Wynhod moved up, his body sliding over
her vision as he crawled forward. His handsome face, tense with
predatory intent, slid from her view to be replaced by his thick
neck, wide shoulders and sculpted chest. Next came the defined
ridges of his abdomen, longer in proportion than an Earther’s with
eight bumps in place of her own kind’s six. Then his cocks were
there, hovering over her face. A shade darker than the rest of his
mocha skin, the iron appendages pointed at right angles to his
body, eager to be serviced. A pearlescent drop beaded at the tip of
the larger one.

“
Open your
mouth.”

The irrefutable command in his voice
triggered her immediate compliance. Dani parted her lips without
sparing a thought as to whether or not she should obey. Wynhod’s
bigger organ descended. Her nostrils were filled with a cinnamon-y
sweet smell. As soon as it was within reach, Dani’s tongue flicked
out, nabbing the droplet.

Sweet-salty-spiciness teased her
senses. She suddenly looked forward to orally pleasuring the Nobek.
She hoped he would let her fellate him to orgasm, flooding her
mouth with his delicious fluids. She was momentarily shocked to
find herself newly aroused.

The tip of his bullet-shaped penis
passed her lips, and he slowly invaded the warmth of her mouth. The
careful entrance was at odds with Wynhod’s nearly continuous
growls. Dani fully expected him to go animal at any moment, shoving
his need all the way into her throat until she choked on his
length. Instead, the Nobek stopped well before inciting the gag
reflex.

“
Can you move your arms,
little fighter?” he asked.

His posture with his legs bent at her
sides kept Dani’s upper arms pinned against her ribcage. She was
able to bend her elbows though, and she reached up to squeeze his
thighs. His muscles were like concrete under the smooth skin. She
loved the feel of him.

“
Good. Squeeze again when
you feel like you can’t take anymore of me.”

Wynhod pressed deeper into her mouth,
taking his time. Dani relaxed her throat, enjoying every nuance of
how he felt. The vein on the underside of his cock pulsed against
her tongue. The organ was hot, like coffee at the perfect
temperature. The flesh was pure velvet softness, stretched over the
unbending steel of his arousal. And the cinnamon taste of his
natural lubricant delighted her. She rubbed her tongue up and down
his length, swallowing as much of his precious fluids as she
could.

Wynhod groaned low in his throat.
“Dani,” he whispered, her name like a prayer on his
lips.

She took more of him than even she
thought possible before giving his legs the warning squeeze. The
Nobek immediately halted. “Good girl,” he rumbled and reversed his
course.

He fucked her mouth slowly, taking
great care with her. His smaller cock slid beneath her chin,
leaving a trail of wetness down the length of her throat. The joy
of taking him so intimately, along with his obvious consideration,
aroused Dani beyond belief. She reached to finger her avid flesh.
She moaned as her insides melted at her touch.

Krijero’s voice came from far away.
“With my Nobek’s permission if you have no need for this lovely
pussy?”

“
Take her, my friend. Her
mouth is too delightful to leave.”

A strong grip pulled her hand from her
softest flesh. Her fingers were enveloped in another wet warmth.
Krijero sucked her juices from her fingers before wedging his hips
between her legs, lifting her thighs to drape over his.

The heat that had been building in her
belly surged. Both of them at once. Oh, this was going to be
wonderful. She gushed fresh honey, and Krijero chuckled.

“
Such an eager little
Earther, so ready for pleasure. I will do my best to not
disappoint.”

As if you could, Dani thought. Her few
experiences with the Kalquorians had convinced her sex with them
could never frustrate. At least the Earth-killing bastards had that
going for them.

Krijero pushed his sexes into her,
filling her so delightfully she thought she might climax right
away. Her hands clenched, digging nails into Wynhod’s thigh and
Krijero’s forearm. Two growling chuckles greeted her
reaction.

“
Feel good?” Wynhod asked,
fingers stroking through her scalp. “Perhaps we will earn a few
marks of honor to match Gelan’s.”

Krijero matched his easy rhythm,
keeping the fire in Dani’s guts stoked without engulfing her in the
greatest pleasure. The bliss of the two men’s lovemaking held her
in a sweet embrace. Just when she thought the aliens couldn’t
possibly match earlier delights, they managed to somehow exceed
their previous endeavors.

Would three years of this really be so
terrible? Or a lifetime, should they decide to keep her prisoner?
God, it felt so good!

Wynhod caressed her face as he used her
mouth, the brute’s touch tender. Dani twined her tongue all around
the driving length of him, making his breaths come in pants.
Krijero drove in and out of her pussy and anus with long, sure
strokes, moving his hips in slow circles as he did so, hitting
every sensitive spot she possessed. In response, she rewarded his
efforts by clenching inner muscles rhythmically, tightening around
him to make him groan with delight.

They became more demanding, working her
body faster, harder. Their growing excitement was contagious,
making Dani’s insides roil with heightened zeal. A slow, hard spasm
rippled through her, a precursor to the quakes that would soon
shudder her to pieces. Her tongue zealously worked
Wynhod.

Dani usually selfishly concentrated on
her own pleasure, just as her past lovers and customers had. But
for some reason, gaining that gorgeous peak of shattering
exaltation wasn’t enough this time. She wanted to take the two men
with her, to make them come hard until they felt they turned inside
out. She needed them to explode, to flood womb and mouth with their
precious juices. Never had others’ gratification been so essential
to her own wellbeing.

She sucked hard on Wynhod and clutched
strong muscles around Krijero’s cocks with all the force she could
muster. Twin growls, almost roars, rang in the air. Close. They
were so close. She almost had them…

Wynhod’s tempo faltered, became erratic
as Krijero pistoned against her, driving into her like a madman.
Dani moaned loudly, sending vibrations through the thick cock that
jerked with its own life in her mouth.

With an earsplitting bellow, Wynhod
climaxed. Hot fluid inundated Dani’s mouth. His pulsing cock poured
spicy-salty-sweetness down her throat, and she drank down the
wondrous flow.

Her own orgasm barreled towards her,
and her sleeves seized on Krijero, coaxing him to relinquish his
pleasure too. He did so, his howls joining his clanmate’s. His cock
throbbed like a heartbeat in her core, filling her in pulses with
his seed.

Hearing, feeling, and tasting their
satisfaction took Dani to the tipping point. Climax crashed like
cymbals in its lustful symphony, reverberating throughout her body
with shivering brightness. She screamed around Wynhod’s still
jolting cock as a series of crescendos tore through her
senses.

Beyond the wild gratification was a
pleasure that warmed her to the soul. She’d satisfied the men, had
given them the delight they’d craved. Somehow, it increased her own
fulfillment. Perhaps she’d consider this odd occurrence later. For
now, it was enough to ride the waves of bliss.

The Kalquorians gently disengaged a few
moments after their sighs ended. The two men kneeled beside her,
and Gelan joined them.

“
That makes up for a bit,”
Wynhod grinned.

The last spasms faded from Dani’s
loins. With the passing of orgasm’s heady drunkenness, she
discovered the euphoria from the alien’s bite had also waned. She
looked up at the men, ugly reality reasserting itself once
more.

These were not tender lovers, men
committed to her happiness. These were her masters. Her owners.
Nevermind the way they stroked her body right now, as if touching a
found treasure. She was nothing more to them but a collection of
warm orifices, existing only for their carnal pleasures. The
tenderness was only temporary, soon to be followed by
indifference.

Enemies or not, she wanted them to care
for real. It made no sense she would wish such a thing, not from
Kalquorians, but there it was, just the same. It made her
sad.

The wave of depression colored
everything drab. She lay still, pouting. Her captors dressed
quickly, not quite hiding their magnificent bodies in formfitting
clothes. Still, they had something on, where she, a lowly slave,
must remain naked but for the humiliating collar.

As the Kalquorians helped her to her
feet, preparing to continue the march to their ship, Dani became
aware of the layer of sweat left on her skin from fucking in the
humid marsh. And her throat and thighs were sticky with her
masters’ dried fluids. Where the sheen of perspiration made the
clan look more masculine, enhancing their desirability, she knew
she only looked gross. Her hair hung in sweaty drabs down her back
and insubstantial chest. She wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d
decided to leave her here after all.

Wynhod’s hand gripped the back of her
neck again, guiding her in Gelan’s wake as they set off once more.
A small pool of water, too small to contain one of those monstrous
creatures who might find her tasty, was along their
path.

Looking at it with hope and careful to
be respectful, Dani asked, “May I wash again?”

One corner of Wynhod’s mouth quirked
up. The handsome alien looked very pleased for some reason. “I
prefer you carry our scent. You may bathe when we reach the
ship.”