Page 65 of Broken Triad

Krazak’s nostrils flare as he tastes my raw arousal. His cock bends upwards, too much blood pumping into it, the veins venomous green and expanded thrice their normal size, so that his member is like a living thing with a mind of its own, a mind that craves one thing.

To seed me. His huge balls are like grapefruits, and Aurelian pre-cum pools on the cold ground. Krazak’s biceps flex, every muscle in his body taut as he stalks to me, his gaze fixed between my open legs, his nostrils flaring as he drinks in my need.

He mounts me, his cock pressed against my slit, gripping my thighs and squatting in front of me. His cockhead spurts Aurelian pre-cum against my soaking wet slit, and his huge hands grip painfully tight around my thighs, spreading me completely open as he thrusts into me in one hard, brutal movement. He lies on top of me, his five-hundred-pound sweat-soaked body pressing me against the hard ground, his weight crushing the breath from my lungs as his monstrous cock invades my body. It’s too hard, too thick, stretching me open in the most delicious, intoxicating pleasure, rubbing against a spot inside of me that makes my mind go blank. He wraps his thick biceps around me. They feel like boulders as he squeezes me against him, pulling me against him with each thrust, using my body as he slams me hard against his dick.

The pleasure is overwhelming. His cock is throbbing relentlessly, pulsing with each beat of his pounding heart, swelling up as my pussy clenches against his manhood. He’s desperate to unleash his seed deep into me, and I ache to give him that moment of ecstasy that can erase his pain, I ache to feel the torrents of his alien seed flooding my body.

“Krazak,” I moan against his chest, and he rebalances his weight so he is not crushing me, letting me take in gasping breaths. I can’t say his name anymore, only moans and whimpers coming from my lips as he drives his cock into me, breeding me like an animal taking its mate. My orgasm is forced out of me, hard and insistent, my slit clenching around his marble rod as if it is urging his seed to unleash, milking the alpha, my body responding instinctively to his utter dominance.

I scream out in tortured ecstasy as he unleashes, spewing his hot, alien cum so deep inside me, torrents of seed so deep it feels like his cock is in my stomach. His roar mixes with my scream, two beings in pure ecstasy as we erase each other’s pain, if only for a moment.

He pulls out, standing. I’m covered in his sweat and mine. His cock doesn’t soften at all as he stands, still hard and pointed near straight upwards, his eyes rolling back as he stumbles away from me. My pussy clenches, tightening to keep his seed inside me, and there’s no time for it to leak before the second of the triad is on me.

I get a glimpse of Bolden’s feverish green eyes glowing before he flips me, so that I am staring out at the Reaver and the sky as he squats, his thighs like tree trunks on either side of me, and ruts me from behind like a stallion. Each brutal thrust pushes Krazak’s seed deeper inside of me, until Bolden roars, unleashing. My legs are quaking, quivering, and I can barely stand, as Bolden pulls himself from me. I stumble to Khra.

He is on his back. His eyes are rolling up, but when he smells me, they focus, seeing only me. His hands are clenched in tight fists. I run my hand over his sweaty abs. He’s like fire to the touch, hot and feverish, burning up as his body fights the venom.

“Lola,” he gasps. “Lola, I’m sorry,” he manages, filled with regret, and I mount him, gently stroking his abs, my legs shaking as I squat over his cock and descend, letting him impale me fully.

“It’s okay, Khra. It’s okay,” I whisper, then moan. I slide down and take him completely, my body molding to the alien beast’s. I ride him, throwing my body forward and back while he is completely inside me, my clit rubbing against his taut, lean body, both of us sweat-soaked and animalistic, and I let my mind go blank as he reaches up, groping my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples, then he grows more intense, roaring as he grabs my hips and lifts me, slamming me down and impaling me on his massive, throbbing cock. He uses my body for his release, and I gasp out his name as I orgasm again, my head swimming as jets of his cum fill me, the pressure so intense as I am filled to the limit by the seed of the three men.

I pull myself off of him with effort, panting as his cock softens. His eyes seem to clear ever so slightly, his muscles less taut. Did I heal him, somehow?

I run my hand over his chest, but he’s only gotten hotter. He stands with great exertion, and runs to the edge of the cave, leaping over the cliff. I hear the splash in the glacier-fed pool as he cools himself.

I lie on the cool ground, Aurelian cum dripping from my slit, exhausted, but Bolden and Krazak have found no relief. They are standing at the entrance of the cave, staring at me with inhuman need, their thick cocks covered in seed yet still rock-hard. They step towards me at the same time, bumping into each other, and Krazak pushes Bolden, growling, each wanting to take me again, their cocks still painfully unsated.

Bolden whips around, his body twisting and he pushes Krazak back, but Krazak grabs his arm, pulling him in and punching him with his other fist. The two lock together instantly. They are built for violence, moving so fast they are a blur, a flurry of blows until Bolden locks his arms around Krazak’s waist, lifting the over five hundred pounds of his bulk and slamming him hard against the stone with a meaty slap that makes me bite my lip in horror.

“No!” I gasp out, but Krazak’s already manage to flip Bolden, mounting him, one hand on his throat, squeezing the life out of him as he slams his open palm into his face, making his head crack against the stone ground.

He lifts his hand in a fist to knock him out, when he turns his head, his venomous green eyes locked on me, nostrils flaring in need. Bolden seizes the moment of distraction and gets on top of him, raising his fist, but I run to them, sliding my body between Bolden and Krazak, Krazak on top of me, Bolden underneath, pressing myself between their slick bodies, the stink of their sweat filling my nostrils.

Bolden’s huge tongue laves at my neck, tasting my sweat as his cock surges up, spitting Aurelian pre-cum against my asshole while Krazak’s cock presses at the entrance of my stretched slit.

Bolden’s cock is too thick, too huge, but it’s so hard my body can’t resist as he spits pre-cum against my asshole, his dick hungry to enter me, his body thrusting mindlessly, needing only to breed. As Krazak slides into my pussy, Bolden’s huge, iron-hard rod fights past my resistance and slips past the inner ring of my asshole, filling me, until I am stretched to the limit by the two alien cocks as they rut me in unison, their minds linked, unable to do anything but pump themselves into my eager holes.

It’s ecstasy, too intense to handle, the pure feeling of being owned by the two alien alphas as they fuck me mercilessly, my mind going blank as an endless orgasm encompasses my being, my body shaking as I’m sandwiched between them. I don’t know who I am, but I know what I am, the Mate of the triad, claimed and owned forever as the two men unleash in unison.

They pass out from the strength of their orgasms, still inside me, and they flip on their sides, so that I am between them with my side touching the hard ground, their cocks slowly softening inside me. Krazak’s head lolls back, his eyes closed, finally away from the agony.

They are so still it’s like they are dead. When their cocks soften fully, I pull them from me, using all my strength to move their huge bodies just an inch so I can slip out from them.

I crawl, not trusting myself to stand, until I get to the edge of the cave and look down, cum dripping from my body.

Khra is floating face down in the icy pool.

“No!” I yell, and I’m filled with renewed strength as I take the rungs of the ladder three at a time and rush to him, leaning out from the edge of the pool and grabbing his head, turning it so that his face is just above the water level. He sputters, coughing, water streaming from his nose, and regains consciousness, able to kick as I maneuver him to the shallower waters where he first took me.

He coughs again, more water coming from his lungs, and his head lolls back. I put my finger to his neck.

His pulse is gone.

Tears stream down my eyes when I feel it, faint yet quick, his heart beating incredibly fast yet so lightly. I pull him as far into the shallow end as I can, grunting and groaning as I struggle to move his huge bulk, panting as I get him to water low enough that his torso and head are above the water.

My arms shake, but I steel myself. I need to do whatever I can for these men, no matter how much it hurts. I climb the ladder again, thankful for the alien technology that lets my hands and feet cling to the rungs without effort as I struggle up the cliff. Krazak and Bolden haven’t moved. I grab my shirt, ripping it, and go back down to the pool, soaking the cloth. Then I pull myself up the ladder again, gasping as my muscles protest, and dab at the men’s sweat-soaked faces.

They are burning to the touch. Is that good? Does it mean their bodies are fighting the venom, or does it mean the venom is consuming them entirely?

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