Page 29 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

In which lots of sex happens, lots of fluids are magnanimously exchanged, and which all parties involved work quite hard to achieve the maximum number of orgasms possible before blacking out.

Owiin

It's always the best dreams that get interrupted. But in this case, the dream that awaits me when I do wake up far surpasses my imagination while I was recovering.

I track my eyes to the floor where the whining sound is coming from, to find my mate bent in half by my omega. Kass has his hands covering her mouth, trying to stifle her sounds since it seems to be the middle of our sleeping time, but he's sloppy in his coverage because he's currently trying to wedge himself inside of her body. It's incredibly arousing, and my mouth is instantly dry thinking of what it must feel like for both of them.

Kass’ sounds are nearly as melodious as Margaret’s, but I have to get closer to see how much of himself he's worked inside of her,and I'm oddly proud of the amount of our cum I see coating the inside of her thighs already.

Kass’ motions are frantic, and I can tell he's crazed currently by his needing, his eyes rolled back as he more or less twitches on top of her. I think we can do better than that, though.

I slide my hand down Margaret’s thigh so I don't startle her with other touches, then quickly move on to help easing Kass. I stroke him, wrapping my fingers securely around the hard length of him still exposed to the air, watching the lights on his bare skin go wild. He's switching languages every other word, begging me to give him more, and I wish I could ease this for him faster. The more he’s able to orgasm though, the faster his needing will fade.

I use the leverage I have on Kass to push him a little further into Margaret’s body, using my other hand to stimulate my favorite part of her. We were told about the secret spot on the human woman that’s full of so many nerves that it’s incomprehensible, but even lightly stroking around it has her moans turning into screams. She starts bucking, which only helps all of our goals even more.

I hold my breath as he starts slowly working his way inside of her, the skin pulled so tight around him I'm worried it's going to snap, but moving slowly seems to do the trick. She's able to take him a little bit at a time if we keep steady pressure on her.

The problem though, is that Kass finishes, hips bucking like he's gone mad, crying out before collapsing next to her. He's unconscious almost instantly, and I don't want Margaret to feel as if he just used her body. I'm not sure how much about his needing she truly understands, but it looks like I have her all to myself for the moment. Adeema is somehow still sleeping, proving he's a terrible guardsman.

I kiss her mouth sweetly before the wetness between her legs steals all my attention. I want it all inside of her, yearn for her body to be used to us so that she's in less pain when she chooses to be with us; but also, as a male, it is beyond satisfying to see fluids from my triad leaking out of her body. To know what it took to get it in there has my own cock straining, but nothing will happen until she is taken care of.

“My precious, precious mate,” I whisper as I begin to kiss her neck. She's sweet here as well, so soft it makes my mouth ache. “Would you like an ice pack? For down here. You’re a little swollen.” I gently scoop up the excess cum and tip it back inside of her, reaching for the basket that got delivered sometime earlier after we received our room. It was beyond kind of Charlotte to send a mating gift.

I find what I need easily enough, warming it up inside my mouth before sliding the flared vaginal plug inside of my mate to keep everything where it should be.

“Is that what I think it is?” Her breathing is shallow but heavy, her voice coarse. I can hear her need in every word, and I intend to satiate her.

“They're made for our human mates, to keep our fluids in you so your body can soak them up better.”

“That's... yeah, okay. Is he okay?” She asks, throwing a hand gently on Kass’ back.

I glance at him fondly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “He will be. This is his first needing, since they only come on once we find our mate. Usually, we have longer to wait before they arrive, though. He would have been more prepared if we had known to expect it this soon. He'll be taken care of, though. Thank you. For being understanding and wanting to help him.”

I dip my head down, pressing tender kisses to her belly, then lower, tracing around the outside of the plug that serves a dual purpose. It’ll also keep her wide, helping to stretch her, because the plug is close to our size.

“You don't have to do that. I've probably had enough orgasms to last me a good solid half a year at this point,” she laughs awkwardly.

I shake my head. “We want you insatiable. If you think you've had enough, you definitely haven't. If it's uncomfortable though, if this is too much for you or you're too sore, I can stop. I only wish to care for you.”

“GoddamnI made a good choice in contacting you guys. A girl could get used to this kind of attention.” Her fingers fall to my head, making me hiss out a breath when her sure fingers wrap around my horns. I lose my balance at the feeling of it, my head falling between her legs with my mouth wide open. I begin slurping at her around the plug eagerly, and after a small noise of surprise, she begins to work my horns like I was working Kass’ cock.

“These are sensitive. Got it. They're sticky though; does that serve a purpose?”

I tip my head up at her wickedly and tell her to lick it.

She looks at me strangely but does so, eyes widening. “That tastes like your cum. You're telling me your antlers can come, also?”

“They’re horns, and yes. Why do you think they are curved just so, and ribbed, and that the end is dull instead of pointed like other species? Every part of us is made to pleasure you.”

“I don't even know how to feel about that. Does it feel quite as good as having my mouth lower, though?”

I'm about to remind her I can't compare the two, since her mouth has never actually been fully on my horns, but then the left one, followed by the right one, is encased by wet heat, and I begin to suffocate myself between her glorious thighs. I find her clit and map it out, testing for which area and which pressure gets the best reaction.

“Why does that feel so good?” she asks, maybe to me, maybe to nobody, but then her tongue is dipping up and down aggressively, and I feel it in every part of my body. When she starts to proclaim that her mouth is tingling pleasantly, I lose it. I feel the small sacs containing the arousal fluid for my horns deflate, making my knees quiver as I fill her mouth up.

At this point my mouth is suctioned around her, sucking greedily as my fingers puck the plug, other fingers tapping her back hole. When I slip the very tip of a finger inside there, her thighs lock on my head, and her body tightens up as she screams her release.

I collapse, laying my head on her lap.

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