Ryston pushed the edge. And I’d never been so sure of my choice as second as I was when he lifted his head and held up the plug. “This is yours, mate. Take it. Feel it. Know that I will soon work it deep inside you.”
Her reaction hit me like a punch in my gut. I knew, even before her knees collapsed, that mine and Ryston’s lust was overwhelming her. I shifted my hold and held her in place as she steadied and regained her feet.
Ryston set the box aside and held out his hand with a devilish and eager grin on his face. When she placed her hand in his, I released her and he led her to the bedroom. I followed, content watching the sway of her gorgeous bare backside, knowing it would soon be Ryston’s personal playground while she rode my cock.
She paused, looked down. “I’m bare.”
Ryston walked to the bed, turned, looked down at her pussy. I hadn’t seen it yet and fuck, did I want to.
I moved to stand beside him, allowing Rachel to look her fill. We were much larger than she, and dressed in full armor, I had to wonder that she wasn’t running with terror. I couldn’t help but study her as well. For one so small, her legs were long and shapely, her hips flared and full, her waist narrow, her breasts pert and upturned nipples tightly furled.
Her pussy lips, peeking from between her legs, were also a pink, but a dusky color. There was no hair to hide her desire, for they glistened with her obvious arousal.
“Yes, we love a bare pussy. You will, too,” I said. “Especially when you come all over my face.”
Rachel rubbed her legs together. As if that would ease the ache. Nothing would ease the need in any of us except a good hard fucking.
“Are we different than Earth men?” Ryston asked, noticing she was staring at us with curiosity and eagerness.
I hadn’t considered our differences from males of her planet. Thank fuck for having a second. I’d make a mess of the match without him asking and saying the right things.
She smiled, then shrugged. “I don’t see very much of you for comparison.”
“Are you saying you want to see us, mate?” I asked. “All of us?”
She nodded, bit her lip. “Every naked inch.”
As we shucked our boots and armor, she continued. “I’ve heard that space aliens have huge cocks. That you can fuck for hours.”
“Is this a rumor you’ve heard about us, or a personal fantasy?” Ryston asked, pushing down his pants so his cock sprang free.
I stripped quickly, then gripped the base of my cock and slowly stroked it, allowing her to stare at us. Wide eyed and very, very eager. Pulses of heat and need came from her.
I wasn’t modest, not in the slightest. If she, our mate, wanted to ogle us, watch us come as we stood before her, I didn’t mind. I would be deep inside her pussy, so I had no reason to stop Ryston in his play.
“Neither. I’m hoping it’s reality.”
Stepping up to us, she boldly took a cock in each small hand.
“I can’t even close my fist around you.” Her voice held awe. She dropped to her knees before us, one hand wrapped around each of our cocks, and pulled us none too gently toward her, suddenly the aggressor. She ran the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. “Come here. If these cocks are mine, I want to taste them.”
Ryston threw his head back and growled as her mouth closed over him. She squeezed the top of my cock as she worked him and I couldn’t tear my gaze away, for in seconds, that hot, sweet mouth would be mine.
***
Rachel
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
They were huge. Their heads and faces were a bit bigger than a human’s, and their slightly angular features made them look like fierce, alien predators.
The way they were watching me, and the raw lust consuming me through our link with these high-tech, magical freaking collars, I couldn’t think. All I could do was want.
No artist could have imagined more perfect bodies than of the two standing before me. Their chests were thick with muscle, every ripple and ridge clearly defined from their bulging deltoids to the eight-pack abs I couldn’t wait to explore. Their cocks were huge, so large I worried about whether I could do much more than lick them. Their bodies were powerful, from thick fingers I wanted inside my pussy to the massive thighs that rooted them to the floor like tanks.
With Ryston’s pale golden perfection and Maxim’s dark, rust and mocha skin, my eyes couldn’t adjust to the perfection before me.
No man should be this perfect. And I had two.