Page 54 of Her Alien Cyborgs
Tumblingonto the bed might have been uncomfortable, but among the many adjustments they’d made to what had once been her private cabin was an area of lowered gravity around their bed.
With less force drawing them onto the mattress, her mates found it easier to sleep comfortably. Their wings were a feat of bioengineering, but they differed from the original design and couldn’t be folded against their bodies the same way.
Not that their creators cared if they were comfortable. All they’d been concerned with was their viability as weapons. They were so much more than that, and she would keep finding ways to make this cold, uncaring universe more welcoming for them.
That was the last clear thought she had. Once they landed, she found herself sprawled on top of a very naked, very aroused male who had no interest in letting her go.
“Mahaya,” he said the word like it was a prayer and a compliment rolled into one. His hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her down for a slow, sizzling kiss that made her toes curl and her blood boil. His mouth ravaged hers, the tips of his fangs grazing her lips. Those teeth were sharp enoughto draw blood, and soon, they’d do just that. At first, the idea alarmed her. Now? Now she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Hezza deliberately rubbed her pussy over Kalan’s hard shaft, capturing his next groan against her lips. His kisses grew harder, his tongue plunging into her mouth.
She felt the mattress dip as Fyr’enth joined them. When his hands stroked her back, they were already slick withulioil. As he traced patterns across her skin, he left tingling trails in his wake. As he moved his hands lower, she moaned, anticipating what would happen soon.
An oil-slick hand slipped between her body and Kalan’s, seeking out her nipples one at a time. Every tweak and touch added to her arousal. In a matter of seconds, she was writhing between them as they caressed her with hard, urgent hands.
Fyr’enth guided her onto her hands and knees so that Kalan was between her thighs. It also meant there was a gap between her pussy and Kalan’s cock. Enough space for Fyr’enth to use his fingers to coat her pussy with the oil, making several tight circles around her clit.
Kalan uttered a groan as some of the oil dripped off Fyr’enth’s hand and onto his cock.
“Oops.” Fyr’enth didn’t sound the slightest bit sorry.
“You’ll pay for that,” Kalan grumbled.
Hezza kissed Kalan to distract him and then turned to look over her shoulder at Fyr’enth as he kneeled behind her, still strumming her clit with his fingers.
She shivered and bucked against his touch. She ached with need, not for one cock but for two. She wanted them both inside her, and she needed it soon.
Fyr’enth worked her clit hard for several strokes, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before pulling his hand away.
She lowered herself onto Kalan’s cock a second later, earning herself a grin from the male lying beneath her.
“I think ourzanais ready.” Kalan arched himself beneath her to let his cock slide between her folds, the oil making everything more intense.
“Do you want my cock?” he asked in a voice gone rough with need.
“You know the answer to that will always be yes.”
“I do. But I like hearing you say it.” He released her breast and reached between them, seating the thick head of his cock at her opening.
She didn’t wait for him to move his hand but drove herself down on his cock, taking him balls deep inside her.
“Qarf!” Kalan’s hips snapped up, lifting her off the mattress.
Hezza’s mind and body were bombarded with sensations so intense they threatened to overwhelm her. Her skin burned as her pussy throbbed and pulsed around Kalan’s cock.
Behind her, Fyr’enth worked his fingers into the cleft of her ass, more oil coating his fingers as he slowly worked his way deeper.
When he penetrated her from behind, she stiffened, not with pain but a new, darker kind of pleasure. He worked her slowly open, each press of his fingers driving her down onto Kalan’s cock.
The tempo slowed as the intensity increased, riding wave after wave of pleasure.
When Fyr’enth pulled his hand away this time, she knew what would happen next. Despite herself, she tensed and uttered a low, needy moan.
Kalan touched her cheek, drawing her attention back to him. “I love you, Alyssa,” he whispered.
“And I love you, Kalan. And you, Fyr’enth. Everything I am, everything I have, belongs to you both.”
Fyr’enth pressed himself against her back opening, easing himself slowly into the tight ring of her ass. After a bite of pain that faded into pleasure, she was truly caught between them.
