Page 36 of Monstrous Hunt
I’d already absorbed every scientific text, reference, and diagram taggedhumanon our grid, including the very detailed anatomical mapping gathered by the medbot. Plus I had access to Kroktl’s memory files. Every single time he fucked his mate, he’d automatically captured every sensation that she enjoyed. What areas brought her the most pleasure.
I couldn’t vibrate inside her. I couldn’t adjust my dicks’ size to the precise measurements she enjoyed the most, though I could make minor adjustments. I wasn’t ever designed to be the primary stud of the squad. That he allowed me to touch her in any way at all went against every breeding program principle.
There was nothing special or unique in my DNA. DSC could pull bits and pieces from my abilities and easily engineer a thousand more pterons. In fact, I’d been raised in a large aviary of other male hatchlings just like me. Same coloring, lineage, and basic abilities with only minor deviations. My deviations included my inability to shift fully out of pteron and the dual dicks. Only a handful of hatchlings had one or the other deviation, and only one other had both.
I’d killed that other male to get into Dynosauros for cybernetic enhancement.
:It’s quite possible that your anatomy is closer to what the original so-called pterodactyls possessed,:Lohr said on the grid.:You’re a throwback, not a deviation.:
Closing my eyes, I savored the taste of her desire on my tongue, hot and creamy, straight from the well of her body.:Great. Doesn’t help me figure out how to please a human female with my throwback anatomy.:
:You think too much.:Ironic, since the xenobiologist’s primary skill was cerebral.:Feel. Listen to her body—and yours. You should feel as much pleasure as she does.:
I felt so fucking amazing right now—and I’d barely touched her. I was afraid to touch her too much with my oddly long arms covered in feathers and talons that never fully retracted. Though every cell in my body burned to enfold her against my chest and hold her safe, the same as when I’d pulled her from the river. She’d been too unaware and weak to care that I might puncture her skin with the very same claws that helped me haul her out of the water.
She cried out again, a garbled mewling that made my bones vibrate with urgency. Breathing hard, I fisted my dicks together. In girth, they were still less than Kroktl’s cock, but I hesitated, staring at her delicate opening doubtfully. If she were flipped around, I could use the smaller, broader head to stimulate the bundle of nerves inside her vaginal walls beneath her pubic bone. From behind her, the second dick wouldn’t find much to stimulate, unless I tried the tighter opening in her anus. Kroktl had used his tail there but only toward the end. Analyses of his memory files suggested lubrication would help make it more pleasing for her, since that channel didn’t have the same natural fluids that stimulated my appetite.
As carefully as Snryx would move to perform his most delicate surgeries, I touched the longer dick to her vaginal opening. Almost immediately, her channel engulfed me, sucking my dicks deeper. Liquid hot muscles clenched down on my flesh. Breathing hard, choppy breaths, I froze, trying to contain the surge of sensation filling not just me but the entire grid. Her perfect heat and softness, her lush smell, the way her fluid clung to my skin and enabled a smooth, deep stroke.
She arched against Snryx’s implements, lifting and tilting her ass so I couldn’t help but thrust deeper. All the way, both cocks, filling her snug channel. The swell of her buttocks against my groin the softest, sweetest torment in all the worlds. Semen bubbled up inside me like acid, pressure building beneath my spine. I didn’t know if Kroktl would allow me to come inside her or not. I wouldn’t mind. Either way. Just feeling this. Even once. Was enough.
Slowly, I moved inside her, incrementally thrusting deeper, straining to hear or feel any sign of distress. Her pleasure sounds continued, her hips bucking up against mine. She moved in Snryx’s supporting implements, adjusting her movements within the coils. Not to flee, as I feared, but to drive me insane.
I pushed deep so her hot flesh enclosed me, swirling the dual tips as much as possible, both to stimulate her and to also make sure both dicks were thoroughly coated in her fluids. Her pussy convulsed in tight, hard pulses, her voice rising with desperation.
Holy fuck. Kroktl felt that every single time she climaxed on his dick? No wonder he wanted to be inside her as much as possible.
:She tires,:Snryx warned me.:A dozen climaxes might sound tempting, but the reality is her body can only take so much stimulation before she must rest.:
:Understood.:The rhythmic clutch of her muscles eased, so I glided backward until the shorter dick popped free, glistening with her fluids and swollen with lust but still malleable. I hooked the head up against her puckered hole and swirled against her opening, lubricating her flesh. Her cry rose with a sharpness that urged me to spread my wings and soar into nothingness. I thrust again, working deeper into the second channel. So tight. Semen boiled higher, a burning fist tearing through my guts.
I sought Kroktl’s consciousness on the grid. I couldn’t manage clear communication, but I needed to check his reaction. See if he had any orders or aggression. I’d rather cut off both dicks than pull out of her now, but I would fucking find a way. I refused to fuck this up.
Rather than hostility, I felt a wave of what could only be called euphoria. Emotion pure and unbound, exploding out of him onto the grid. He reveled in her pleasure. His. Mine. Ours. Because I couldn’t stop heaving as fluids spurted from my dicks. My skull vibrated as sound waves rolled through my nasal passages, so high-pitched that most species on this planet wouldn’t be able to hear it. Though evidently the rest of the squad felt the sound waves shimmering in the air.
Kroktl’s hips heaved up off the mattress, pushing against Natalie, pulling Snryx off balance. She started to drop downward, and though I knew Kroktl would throw himself off a mountain to make sure he caught and shielded her from harm, I grasped her hips, trying to steady and slow her descent.
We all ended up lying in a heap around her. My lungs burned as if I’d tried to escape this planet’s atmosphere by wing-power alone.
I smelled a new musk that I couldn’t immediately place. Not Kroktl’s or mine. Definitely not Natalie’s.
One of Snryx’s implements squirmed beneath me as he tried to retract it. On the grid, he felt fragile to his core—but also downright giddy. Our stern medic. Fucking giddy. Though he grumbled, “I think you shattered my eardrums with that sonar pulse.”
Echoes still reverberated through me. Our private network buzzed with static, strained with all the energy I’d dumped into the grid. Lohr basked outside on the patio, lying on his back, cleaning himself after he climaxed with us.
Which made me wonder if Axxol had fared any better.
He snarled so viciously in my head that I recoiled before I could catch myself.:Mind your own fucking business.:
Pulling our limp mate up onto his chest, Kroktl chuckled out loud. “Eventually, he’ll figure his shit out.”
Snryx started to sit up, but his implements were still wrapped around Natalie’s limbs, now tangled up with Kroktl’s. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“I am.” Kroktl gave him a heavy-lidded look of burning red. “Mark my words, his groveling will be galactic. Where are you going? She may have need of you when she wakes.”
Snryx blinked at him with large, wide eyes more reminiscent of mine. Gave himself a shake. Then he slowly settled back down on the mattress, his implements curling softly around her limbs.
I didn’t have to be told twice. I lay my head against Kroktl’s thigh, pressed my cheek against the curve of her buttock, and drank in her scent, now mingled with mine. Some of my cum dribbled down her thigh, but her skin quickly absorbed it.
