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Jale finally relented as well, having finally feasted his fill. Alyx’s sex felt raw and puffy. She couldn’t even say how many times she had come on the ukkur’s fingers and tongue.

Only Ravnar was not yet finished.

He towered over her panting, sweating, violated body. His brutal fist jerked furiously at his hard, vein-ridged cock. Behind Alyx, Krogg cradled her lolling head so she could watch.

“Ravnar,” she breathed through her semen-glazed lips. “Ravnar…”

He understood her. Understood the begging note in her voice. His nostrils flared, wild and bestial. Something hot and dangerous ignited behind his eyes.

Ravnar roared, and his cock erupted, unloading his sticky semen onto her breasts and belly in scalding ropes.

He was marking her. Anointing her flesh with his hot seed.

When Ravnar finally finished, his arms dropped loosely by his side, and he stood over her, chest heaving with his breath, sweat drops racing down his chiseled muscles in rivulets. His eyes proudly surveyed the mess he had made of her. An arrogant smile curved the tips of his mouth.

Then something in his expression changed. He grew serious, almost solemn. Alyx sensed strange gears turning behind those alien eyes.

Krogg still palmed Alyx’s head. Jale crouched at her feet, eyes on Ravnar, waiting to see what the older ukkur would do.

With a thud, Ravnar dropped to his knees beside the crate where Alyx reclined. He stroked his chin, thinking. His eyes drifted over her cum-streaked body, lingered on the wet mess between her spread thighs.

Slowly, thoughtfully, Ravnar reached out and swiped some of his own seed, pushing it down Alyx’s sweat-greased body toward her tender, tortured sex.

“Ravnar,” she whispered.

He smeared his seed into her pubic hair, over her erect clit, into her glistening slit.

“Ravnar.” Her voice was weak, breathy. “Ravnar, wait…”

The ukkur pushed a cum-glazed fingertip into her hole. Pushed it deep, deep in her oversensitive channel. His expression was stern, his heavy, caveman brow knit with concentration, like he was on the verge of an epiphany.

He gathered more seed, brought it between her legs, fed it to her wet hole.

The others grunted. Alyx couldn’t tell if they were speaking now or simply making animal sounds.

Ravnar pushed a third, even larger glob of his semen down her belly, heading to the same destination as the others.

Alyx knew she should stop him. He was an alien, yes, but his anatomy was remarkably human-like. This was a huge risk. What if Alyx became impregnated by his alien seed?

What if?

She made no move to stop him. She simply watched in wide-eyed amazement as his fingers traced down her twitching belly, glistening with sweat and seed in the fireglow.

Ravnar pushed the third load into her hole, and Alyx gasped with the aftershock echo of an orgasm. When the semen leaked from her, Ravnar shoved it back in and clamped his fingertips over her opening to seal his seed inside.

His eyes latched onto hers.

“Alyx,” he rasped. “A-lyx…”

CHAPTER 11

Alyx was the first to wake. The campfire had burnt down to a heap of barely smoldering embers from which curled aromatic tendrils of smoke. The sun had not yet stepped over the horizon, but the first pale glow of dawn had touched the sky, which shone faintly through the gaps in the leafy canopy overhead. Unseen birds twittered and sang in the warm morning shadows.

And all around Alyx, sprawled out on the ground in disarray, the three ukkur snored loudly.

Alyx was surprised, actually. These primitive aliens were hunters, trappers, woodsmen. They didn’t strike her as the type to sleep in. Perhaps, Alyx thought, they had been exhausted by the events of the night before.

Her own body still carried reminders.