She was thrust away, tugged upright, but then two hands gripped her hips and pulled her back. A tug-of-war between the two valos. Her body wasn’t her own. She ended up on the ground and in Quist’s lap facing away from him, sitting on his shaft and her legs spread wide.
Sundamar grunted as Quist cupped her thighs and parted her pussy for his gaze. Her hands hit the dirt on either side as a draft of cool air breezed over her sex. She was utterly exposed but had never felt safer between the two of them. She rocked her hips up, feeling even emptier in this position, and more desperate for fulfillment.
Quist trapped her ankles with his and she leaned back into him, flushed and ready, almost on the verge of taking what she wanted from these valos men. It was as if her body was meant to be here, at this moment, to bond with them. She suppressed a shudder when Quist ran his palms back between her thighs and his fingers probed her open.
Sundamar leaned in and his hair fell in silken waves over her legs.
“Please...” she whispered, tightening her channel around nothing, knowing Quist’s fingers dipped in and out and pinched her lips. She needed so much more.
“She has the same hole that the female valos are rumored to have. It fits our sexual organs,” Quist said.
Sundamar slipped his own finger into her and watched her face. A blush painted her body. His was so much thicker. The heated look in his eyes deepened as he pressed deeper, excitement in his eyes.
“You’re tight,” he groaned.
The sweat on her brow beaded and she moved her hips. “It fits. I’ll fit you,” Yahiro mewed, anxiously, rocking in jerky movements up and down. “Quist and I... I can. We’re compatible.”
“It’s deep,” Quist petted her, flicking his fingers over her clit over and over, making her body twitch. “Deep, tight, very warm, and incredibly wet. Moving in and out of her is... good,” he coughed on his own word, and his cock stabbed her butt.
She was on the verge of climaxing with an alien’s finger probing and exploring her body in a way that was beyond the boundaries of a human sex ed class. It twisted her stomach is the most wicked, incredible way.
Sundamar slipped his finger out of her and pressed into her anus roughly. She struggled and called out. “No!” But his finger pushed into her to the hilt.
“No?”
Yahiro tried to dislodge him but Quist held her tight. She shook her head. “It’s not for sex.”
“Mating?”
“Yes.” She gulped. “Wait, no.” But he continued to explore her backside as he had her pussy. Quist replaced Sundamar’s fingers in her quim, stroking her back into a frenzy. His pads would knead her g-spot then leave, knead, then leave, before long rational thought left her and she was squirming between the two aliens. She needed more. More. But they kept her teetering on the brink.
“What’s wrong with her?” Sundamar pulled his finger out and gripped her hips. “Yahiro?”
“I need—”
“She needs to mate now, brother, she’ll die if she doesn’t.”
Her eyes widened momentarily but she didn’t correct him.
Sundamar shot back in horror. Worry blanched his features. “Die?”
“That’s what she told me!” Quist lifted her hips up and as her body still shook with need, lined his baubled cock up to her entrance. He plunged into her in one thrust.
Like how Sundamar killed the bear-monster.
Yahiro shrieked as she came. Her whole body jittered as Quist moved her up and down on his cock, her mouth open in a long, strung-out gasp. He pushed her forward into Sundamar’s chest, where she gripped his shoulders and held on. His hands moved up to band around her, catching every one of Quist’s thrusts.
She placed her cheek against his and gave him her whimpers. The aliens moved together, kneeling, and pressing her between them, held up by their bodies and their hands. She stopped trying to make sense of it all as her body was pushed over the brink into another climax because the only thing she was aware of was the uncoordinated pistoning of Quist’s cock slamming in and out of her, and her hips being bruisingly pushed into Sundamar’s armored pants.
“You’ll be okay,” Sundamar whispered in her ear. “We won’t let you die,” he cooed.
Yahiro bit down on the curve of his neck.
“You’re in my sight,” Quist grunted from behind her between thrusts.
Sundamar gripped the back of her head and pressed her mouth harder into his skin. Her nails dug into him as Quist gripped her waist and pushed her back into his lap, pulling her teeth from Sundamar’s neck. She was now half-straddling Quist, her knees aching and rubbing in the dirt, but stopped abruptly when his baubled cock jerked inside her, and gushed hot alien seed deep into her womb.
He released her and fell onto his back suddenly, pulling out of her, and letting it run down over her inner thigh and the tops of his. She glanced back, feeling heady, to see the molten gold of it coat the both of them and his still hard cock sprouting out more, spraying her quim, and his cockhead twitching against it in rhythm.
