Alien Refuge (21 page)

All three men smiled down at her. “How do you feel, my lovely?” asked Rivek.

“Floaty. Happy,” Iris told them. “What was I afraid of, again?”

They chuckled. Iris couldn’t decide which one she wanted to kiss first.

Ospar rose to stand at the foot of the bed. “Let me show you what it is that you are so afraid of. Maybe you will feel differently about it now.”

Jol moved off her to give her a clear view of the Dramok. Iris missed the Nobek’s weight, but she was also eager to see how a man with two penises looked. She propped up on her elbows and watched Ospar.

He bent at the waist, peeling his formsuit from his hips, thighs, and calves as he went. The position kept Iris from seeing his sex, and she was impatient as he yanked the outfit from his ankles and feet. Then he slowly straightened again, watching her intently.

The first cock came into view. It was slightly smaller than what she’d seen before, dark purplish-brown and tapered at the end like a bullet, growing thicker at the base. It was shiny in the warm light of the room, as if wet.

The second appeared. It stood straight out from Ospar’s body like its lower twin. Their shapes were the same, but this one was much larger. Iris’ jaw dropped. Conrad had been her only lover, so she had only one cock to compare Ospar’s to. Somehow she thought even if she’d viewed hundreds of male organs before, she’d still be looking at the largest one in her experience.

Even as a moment of anxiety overcame the intoxication of Jol’s bite, her lower parts contracted in anticipation. Iris’ jaw snapped shut and she swallowed. Then she giggled.

“Here I was worried about only anal penetration. Good God, man, I should have been scared of the whole thing! You’ve been sticking that in the colony fertilizer, haven’t you?”

Jol collapsed over her, laughing. Rivek fell back on the bed, roaring with hilarity. Ospar doubled over.

Iris snickered, knowing she should be a lot more afraid than she was. But the euphoric sense of wellbeing persisted, keeping her from jumping up and running out of the room. Her sense of self-preservation was not doing very well right now.

Ospar wiped the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh Matara. You know how to make a man feel good about himself.”

Jol gasped for air as he made himself stand up straight. “I can just see you sneaking into the colony supplies, Ospar, shoving your groin into the manure. By the ancestors, I can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed this hard.”

Iris propped herself up on her elbows again. “Seriously, guys. Look at him and look at me. Where am I supposed to put all that?”

Ospar traded places with Jol, still chuckling as he leaned over her to kiss her lips soundly. “Sex between Kalquorian men and Earther women has been happening quite well for years now, Iris. I am sure we can work something out.”

“Can I get that in writing? Because I’m really not sure we can – oh!”

The feeling of Ospar’s hand cupping her mound and gently rubbing along her slit shut Iris’ brain off immediately. The assured touch, moving the soaked crotch of her panties all over her sensitive parts, made everything spasm hard, stealing her breath. She arched hard into his grip.

“There we go, sweet Iris,” he breathed, watching her with dark, dark eyes. “Very nice, little one.”

She moaned, her gut suddenly heavy with demand. Ospar bent lower until his mouth met hers. His tongue slid across her lips, and she opened for his kiss. His tongue plunged in to stroke hers, tasting of feral male and blatant desire.

Iris knew no conscious thoughts as the searing kiss burned a fiery path from her mouth down to her pussy. Her hips writhed to get more of that delicious contact with Ospar’s hand. Her feet climbed up to the surface of the bed, bracing against it so she could move harder against the Dramok’s touch. Her hands moved all over him, feeding on the granite muscles that covered his body.

He ended the kiss, his mouth traveling down. Teeth scraped her chin and she raised it, baring her throat to the heated feeling of dominating male. A soft sound trickled from Ospar’s throat, something between a purr and a growl. He bit softly down the column of her throat, never hurting Iris, simply letting her feel the restrained power of his ability to do as he wished with her. His tongue dove into the hollow of her throat, tasting her.

The hand not delighting her lower parts grasped the cup of her bra. Ospar bared one breast, kissing his way down to the soft curve. Iris’ nipple was already tight with excitement, pointing stiffly with unabashed desire. The Kalquorian sighed softly at the sight of the rosy tip. His tongue flicked it hard.

Iris cried out and arched against him once more. The brief lick somehow felt as if it had landed directly on her clit instead.

“So sensitive,” someone said. Iris wasn’t sure who the voice belonged to. All she knew was the rioting insistence of her flesh and how wondrous it felt to have a man touching her again after all this time.

Ospar licked her nipple again, slow languorous tastings, like a little boy with an ice cream cone. The rough silk of his tongue galvanized Iris, sending her entire body into a paroxysm of desire. Meanwhile, he tugged the crotch of her panties to one side, baring her secret flesh for exploration.

The calloused pads of his fingertips traced her folds. Iris made a choked sound as a shard of bright rapture stabbed into her belly. The questing fingers investigated every crevice, smearing her juices all over.

Ospar sucked her breast deep into his mouth. At the same time, his thumb brushed her clitoris. A shock of brightness appeared for an instant, nearly blinding her before the touch moved away. Her strangled cry seemed to echo.

“Poor girl,” a voice like muted thunder murmured. “She very nearly climaxed, I think.”

“Too much need,” a silkier voice answered. “We will have to take great care of her.”

Iris jerked, desperate to get that elusive touch back on her clit, to release the phenomenal pressure building in her loins. She made a guttural, pleading sound to the man now baring her other breast.

His gaze was knowing as he licked the second, erect nipple. “I know, sweetling. A little preparation, and you’ll have all the pleasure you want.”

Something settled against the entrance to her pussy. Iris spread her legs a little, inviting it in, needing it to take away some of that awful need.

The thick finger pressed in. Eased by the fluids flowing from her, it slipped easily into her. Iris warbled a welcome, delighted to be filled if even just a little.

Ospar suckled hard on her breast as the digit moved in and out, circling, stretching her.

Leaning close, Rivek said, “If you wish, I will take care of that while you prepare the rest?”

The Dramok released his mouthful. “I think that would be a good idea. She’s not the only one who won’t be able to wait very long.”

Chuckles filled Iris’ ears. Though the men spoke English, it may as well have been a foreign language for all the attention she paid. Her only thoughts were for the mouth at her breast and the hand on her pussy.

She moaned a protest when the finger slipped out of her core. However, another hand moved over her sex, and she blinked at Rivek as he leaned in even closer. “It’s all right. I have you.”

Iris groaned her gratitude when two fingers entered her. Yes. This was even better. She raised her hips to meet his touch, taking him deep until his palm met her mound.

A gentle pressure on her chin turned her head so she faced Jol. His big hand cupped her jaw, holding her as his mouth took hers. His tongue stroked hers, inviting her to explore the velvet softness of his mouth.

Slick fingers circled her anus, and Iris was shocked at the spear of arousal that came from the touch. She’d never known she was so sensitive there. It actually felt good.

“A little distraction?” Ospar’s raspy voice said.

Rivek’s fingers were moving in and out of her pussy, gently fucking her. When he pushed them deep inside, his palm drew light circles over her clit. She moaned into Jol’s mouth, her hips jerking upward. At the same moment, a thick finger settled on her back entrance and pushed inside.

Iris’ feet kicked out in reaction. Her rear was enfolding Ospar’s finger, welcoming it with a heady, dark pleasure she had never known before.

“Good girl,” the Dramok encouraged her. “Relax. Push against me a little to release the tension. That’s it. No pain. Nothing to be afraid of.”

Jol released the kiss to look down at her, searching her face. “Are you all right?”

Iris took a deep breath, trying to move past the overwhelming arousal to take stock of the situation. Ospar had his finger all the way up her ass, twisting and circling, easing the tightness of that taboo passage. It was hard to separate that sensation from the one of Rivek pleasuring her pussy and clit. It all wanted to meld into one fierce building bliss. Iris felt a little of the strangeness, but mostly she felt want. Need. A delightful openness to all the pleasure the three men could offer.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “I’m fine.” She giggled.
Fine
was such a stupid word compared to what was happening to her body, but her pleasure-soaked brain couldn’t come up with anything else.

She received three grins in return. The eyes on her were avid as they continued to pleasure her. Jol wet his fingers in her mouth and caressed her breasts, tugging on the stiff points to make her gasp. Rivek continued to stroke in and out of her pussy, gently teasing her clit, keeping her writhing with growing excitement. Ospar carefully added a second finger to the thrilling assault on her anus, making her feel very full. For her part, Iris couldn’t keep her hands off the men, desperate to touch them, delighting in the warm, muscled bodies surrounding her.

“I think you’re ready for me,” Ospar whispered. He pulled his fingers free of her, and Iris actually whimpered at the loss.

She’d been frightened of being touched there. Now the emptiness was blatant, and her body actually strained towards Ospar, begging him to fill her tighter entrance once more. Even worse was when Rivek took his fingers away, though the sight of him licking her juices from them brought sparkles of excitement through her belly. He moaned in delight at her flavor.

Jol and Rivek remained on either side of Iris, stroking her hair and breasts as Ospar moved over her, holding his cocks in one hand. They were wet, lubricating with natural juices. Iris licked her lips, wondering how he tasted. It suddenly occurred to her the scent she’d taken as baking cinnamon rolls had grown thicker, sharper. Was that smell coming from the men?

Ospar’s voice distracted her from her mind’s wanderings. “Stay relaxed for me, my beauty,” he whispered, lowering his hips towards hers. Getting ready to fill her. Preparing to fuck her pussy and ass all at once.

Fear trembled through her stomach, but it only seemed to heighten Iris’ excitement. She lay beneath the Kalquorian, her legs spread, her body open to receive him, whether it be pleasure or pain. She imagined the men holding her down, taking what they wanted from her helpless body. The fantasy edged her anticipation up, making her wet and eager for Ospar’s strength.

The fevered tip of his larger cock touched her opening. It pressed into her, spreading her open for his entrance. Slowly it moved inside, sliding easily with their combined wetness. Iris moaned a welcome as the tapered organ widened, stretching her delightfully.

Another point of moist heat bumped her anus. Iris shuddered. It was Ospar’s second prick, prodding at the slightly opened bud. Going where she’d never thought to accept any man.

“Look at me, Iris,” the Dramok encouraged her. “Stay with me and relax.”

She looked into his hooded eyes, seeing how the anticipation made his pupils large. There was eagerness and lust to set her inner fires blazing hotter, but there was also concern. Consideration. Ospar wasn’t interested in just his own pleasure. He wanted to be sure she was all right too. It gave her a sense of security despite the crude, carnal act he was about to perform on her.

The second cock pushed into her tighter orifice, spreading her open. The tip went in easily, thanks to the careful preparation. As erotic heat spilled all through her, Iris moaned. Had she really been afraid of this? Had she actually not wanted to have this delicious possession filling her?

“Good girl.” Ospar leaned down to kiss her as he continued to travel deeper inside. Iris’ arms came up to circle his neck.

His cocks were widening as he pressed farther in. Stretching her more and more. A slight ache began in her tighter passage and grew gradually. Iris shifted, trying to find a more comfortable angle. Her anus only became tighter as the circumference of its invader increased. The soreness wasn’t detracting from the pleasure; in fact, it seemed to be adding to her passion. Yet, she thought actual pain would come soon, and take the enjoyment of the moment away. She whimpered into Ospar’s mouth.