Page 28 of Claimed by the Alien Warrior Triad

“Aubrey,” Stryker murmurs, his voice deep and rumbling. I want tomeltwith the sound of my name on his lips. It sounds so fucking perfect – like I’ve been waiting to hear his low rumble since the day I was born.

“Stryker,” I moan out, and before he can force my mouth deeper onto his straining cock, I open wide and eagerly swallow his shaft instead. I struggle to deep-throat him, the slick lubrication pressing his dick farther and farther down my throat, and Stryker’s eyes widen as if he’s…impressed?

As I struggle to tackle Stryker’s swollen shaft, Haleon grabs my ass cheeks – squeezing the burning globes of my buttocks hard enough to leave handprints on my skin. He spreads my cheeks for his own pleasure - forcing his dick so deeply inside me I think I’m going to black out. He stretches me to the limit, fucking me balls deep with each huge, powerful thrust.

Every time Haleon sinks inside of me, it makes my whole body shudder. Each thrust forces my mouth further and further onto Stryker’s cock – until somehow his huge balls are pressed right up against my chin. I struggle to pleasure the leader of the triad – spit and cum drooling down my chin as I ache for those two huge, heavy balls to release their load in my mouth.

“Gara nolo Aubrey,” growls Stryker, and although I have no idea what the words mean, I doubt I would have understood them even if he’d been speaking English. My mind is so warped and overwhelmed with these sinful sensations – the sheer pleasure of being used building inside me into an unstoppable torrent of lust. Pleasure is building and building between my thighs; like a river filled with ice melt pressing against a dam.

Cracks appear in the metaphorical barrier, as overwhelming sensations mount and grow in response to Haleon ravaging me with his massive dick; fucking me like heownsme.

Stryker groans, and his cock suddenly spurts in my mouth; flooding my tongue with his salty, somehowdeliciousseed. He shoots stream after stream down my throat, and I eagerly swallow – until the towering alien finally pulls back and his still-spurting cock springs from my mouth. With a deep, guttural grown, Stryker covers my face with the final spurts of his cum; even as Haleon continues to pound me into a puddle of submission.

I gasp and moan as the endless stream of cum lands on my face and lips, and I open my mouth, screaming in pleasure as my pussy convulses in the throes of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yell, cursing like a sailor as my vision goes black and I see stars from the intense pleasure. My pussy milks Haleon’s cock, and when it finally stiffens it seems even harder than it did when it sunk inside me; if that’s even possible! Haleon issofucking hard as he grabs my hips and impales me deeply; balls deep in my greedy little cunt.

“Aubrey,” Haleon growls, and his cock suddenly spurts inside me; rivers of cum filling me up. Haleon keeps his cock deep inside me, spurting load after load as he groans and growls like a wild beast.

My hands give out from the pleasure. I start to fall, but Stryker grabs me by hooking his huge hands under my armpits – holding me aloft as Haleon milks every last drop of cum out of his cock deep inside me.

I’m completely fuckingcoveredin Stryker’s cum, with it dripping down my face, even as Haleon fills me to the brim from behind.

Finally drained, Haleon reluctantly pulls his dick from me; and I blush a deeper shade of red as I feel his cum running in scalding rivulets down my inner thighs.

Stryker pulls me up, his hands hooked under my armpits, lifting me easily to my feet…

…it should be sexy – but instead, my heart goes cold.

I reach down, trying to hide my thighs with my hands. My body is still trembling from orgasm, and my mind still fogged with pleasure, but suddenly I’m filled with shame. I can’t let him see these disgusting scars.

But Stryker sets me down and pushes my hands away from my thighs, batting them aside as if they’re made from paper. My most shameful secret is exposed. The ugly, disgusting scars are plainly visible.

I try to cover them, but Stryker holds my hands at the wrists, preventing me from hiding my shame. Tears well up in my eyes, and I just want to disappear into myself...

…but then Haleon steps up behind me, and begins gently stroking my hair, still slick with sweat. It’s as if he can sense my fear, and he wants to sooth me. His huge fingers running through my hair are strangely calming. Stryker, meanwhile, lets go of my hands, and I instantly drop them to my thighs, covering my scars as best as I can.

Stryker points at his own wound, fresh and covered by the mushroom paste. Then he points to another scar on his belly. I didn’t even notice it until now, as it was covered in intricate tribal tattoos.

He reaches out, gently taking my left hand and pressing it up against his scar. I feel the length of the cut, tracing his chiseled abs. Then, he pulls my hand up, touching it against another scar on his shoulder.

Haleon stops running his hand through my hair, and instead moves to my right. He sits down, cross-legged, and takes my right hand in his, uncovering my scars completely. My cheeks burn – but he’s not looking at my old, long-healed injuries. Instead, he strokes the fingers of my hand against the brutal white line of ancient scar tissue across his own chest.

Then the two aliens reach out as one and place their other hands on my thighs. Their huge palms are burning hot, and hide the scars better than my human hands ever could…

…and yet, somehow, I know they aren’t trying tohidemy shame – but accept it.

I’ve never felt so close to anyone before. I sit there, reeling with emotion, as the three of us gently hold our hands on each other’s ancient wounds, as if they’re stories written in our skin.

My shame and fear starts to recede – for perhaps the first time in my whole life.

“Scars… To them, they are a mark of honor,” I whisper to myself, my voice shaky and scared.

If my mindisplaying tricks on me, and I’mtrulyinsane, I’m glad at least that the madness brought me to a place in which I don’t have to feel ashamed of the marks on my legs any more. It’s going to take a long time to ever feel secure in my body image; but for once I can actually see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Stryker gets up off the chair, kneeling next to me. He places a gentle kiss on my thigh, somehow not caring that his battle-brother’s seed is still dripping from my pussy just inches away. Then he kisses me deeply on the lips, obviously uncaring that his cum is still covering my face.

Haleon moves behind me, rubbing my shoulders and massaging me deeply. The stress starts to disappear from my body. Then he stands and lifts me up easily, as if I weigh nothing, and suddenly I find myself in the air, being swung around effortlessly, like a toy. He runs with me, laughing in a deep booming voice that shocks and surprises me. Haleon leaps, and my heart catches for a second…

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