“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant as my voice rises in volume. I let out a scream as the landslide hits me, and I’m floating in bliss spreading across my entire body. Khesan groans but maintains his powerful, steady thrusting, carrying me higher and higher until I’m screaming even louder. I sense it when I squirt, which never happens unless I’m using a vibrator, and Khesan lets out a strangled moan.
“Going to fill you up,” he growls as he finally picks up his speed. Every one of my nerves feels like a live wire as he sinks in deep, and I’m so sensitive that I can feel him gush inside me. Khesan crumbles, collapsing on top of me as he gasps for air. When his eyes find mine, my blood courses with happy chemicals, so I hug him close against me. He chuckles as he nuzzles my head.
I hear a snap, snap and look up to see Shathar standing over us, snapping his claws together.
“Good work,” he says to Khesan. But all Khesan can do is grunt.
We lie like that for some time, until at last, Khesan withdraws and sits up on the couch. He puffs out his chest.
“I hope I pleased you.”
“Immensely.” I smooth a hand down his muscular abdomen, marveling at the shape of him. “Thank you.”
Before either of us can stand, Shathar appears, offering a towel. Khesan takes it and mops up both of us, then kisses my knee before getting to his feet. He heads into the kitchen while I lie boneless on the couch, then returns with a tall glass of water.
“Drink,” he insists, so I do. Then I have to run and pee, which is probably a good thing after getting my pussy absolutely pummeled by two aliens in a row.
After that, we all curl up on the couch together and put on a mindless show. Before long, I’m asleep on Shathar’s shoulder, and the only thing I remember is a floating sensation as one of my mates carries me up to bed.
The next morning is similar to the previous one, the three of us waking up in my bed together. Now that the sex dam has opened, it all comes rushing out in a flood.
Again, Khesan and Shathar take turns with me, and I’ve never orgasmed so much in my life. I’m not even sure I have any orgasms left once they’re done and our stomachs start grumbling for breakfast.
“We’d better make a plan,” I say while cooking the French toast.
“A plan for what?” asks Shathar.
“Well, I’m home for almost a week before work starts up again. We can’t just hang out at the house having sex twenty-four-seven.”
Shathar and Khesan exchange a perplexed look, as if that’s exactly what they had in mind.
“Then there’s the New Year’s show. We should go shopping for that.”
“What is this ‘show’?” asks Khesan.
“Like, a musical show. It’s at a special club. There are a few different bands playing, and it’ll go real late.”
I get excited just thinking about it. This is my favorite annual event. All of us girls head to the Rex-A-Tron, a big warehouse venue under the overpass, and party until two in the morning. I’m even more thrilled to be doing it with Shathar and Khesan this year. I’ve always just found whatever hookup I can, but now I don’t have to go shopping.
Because I’m married. To two aliens. Who both want to rail me until I’m part of the mattress, and I couldn’t be happier.
“I’m excited to go wherever you want to go,” says Shathar, brushing a hand over my hip as he passes me in the kitchen. “Your friends are very entertaining.”
I have to agree.
That afternoon, we decide to get out of the house and pick out fun outfits for the New Years’ show. I explain that it’s not just any concert. People dress up in outlandish, colorful clothes that look fun under the blacklights and wear lots of soft fuzzy things.
“Because of the drugs,” I whisper to them as we browse the mall. “It makes you want to touch stuff. Soft stuff is the best.”
“What ‘drugs’ do you refer to?” asks Shathar as we reach my favorite store, which sells lots of rave gear.
“It’s called zik. The Frahma brought it with them when they came to Earth and started selling it recently. Recently enough that the government hasn’t had a chance to ban it.” I giggle. “Totally legal, and man, it just… makes you happy. Happy and free. And also snuggly. Lots of cuddling will be involved.”
I sigh dreamily as we browse for fun accessories. I end up with a fuzzy hat that has floppy dog ears, and Shathar secures a pair of neon green chaps. Khesan decides on a set of matching pink belt and pink collar. He puts on the collar right away.
“Like this Earth dog that Roth’kar hates, no?” he says, gesturing at my hat with a picture of a dog on the tag. “Now you can lead me around with you, Fiona. Wherever you go, I go too.”
I love him, Your Honor.
