Alien Hostage (53 page)

Authors: Tracy St. John

BOOK: Alien Hostage

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“Now take me deep,” he grunted and thrust in all the way. Tasha swallowed as he shoved the entire length of his cock, letting him enter her throat. He held for a moment, displaying his power to take what he wanted from her. Then his shaft retreated, allowing her to draw a breath. He resumed fucking her mouth with rapid, shallow thrusts.

Tasha felt the tapered end of Nur’s cock brush against her pulsing cunt. It swirled at her entrance, adding her wetness to his. She trembled to feel him right there, ready to claim her.

It pressed into her, their combined slickness granting him easy entrance. But Nur was a big man with great girth. He made her stretch, filling her too full. She moaned around Wekniz’s cock as the strain increased. He was so damned
huge
.

Her feet kicked, making the chains sing their shivery song again. He did not relent but continued to make her take him. She was his to do with as he pleased. It was arousing beyond belief.

Falinset’s hot breath was in her ear again. “I told you we were going to fuck you hard. Our Imdiko’s big cock is going to pound you mercilessly.”

Nur’s steady pace soon had him rooted to the hilt inside her. Tasha whimpered nonstop against Wekniz’s driving length as the Imdiko rocked back and forth, making her adjust to him. After a few strokes, the strain turned to a delightful friction that lit her from within. The noises escaping from her throat voiced nothing but pleasure now.

“Now for me,” was all the warning Falinset gave before he too demanded entrance. The muscles of her tighter entrance were coaxed to spread for him. He eased in, going much slower and more carefully than Nur had. Yet there was no denying she was being utterly possessed by the men.

The dual thicknesses of Nur and Falinset made her head reel. Again the tension of taking so much within her was overwhelming … but exhilarating too. The fullness meant every millimeter of her G-spot made contact with Nur’s shaft. Her eyes rolled back as pleasure annihilated her.

Falinset buried himself in her. The three men went still, letting her relish being pinned in so erotic a fashion between them.

Wekniz emptied her mouth of his smaller cock, replacing it with the primary. He slid in and out, letting her adjust to the larger of his shafts. Then, as if a silent signal had passed between the three men, they gave her the pounding Falinset had promised.

Nur plunged in and out with strength, sending fireworks shooting through her spine. Falinset was careful with the more tender sleeve of her backside, but his pace was steady and demanding. Wekniz held the back of her head, his hand fisted at her lips, holding his cock steady as he fucked her mouth with it.

They took her with all the strength she desired, giving her the brutal sweetness that set her on fire. Her insides spiraled tight, twisting in on themselves. Her body was rigid with tension, her hands clenched around the chains that held her binds.

Wekniz’s cock gave small spurts of pre-climax excitement, coating her tongue with salty-spicy-sweet that slid down her throat. Falinset’s cock worked in and out of her snug ass, bringing a dark, deep pleasure that coursed up and down her spine. Nur’s enthralling thrusts made her cunt squeeze tight, giving her even more astounding sensation as he drove hard. He rubbed her clit as he pounded her with his molten steel shaft.

Faster. Harder. The men were frenzied now, and detonation was at hand. Her body had gone stiff all over, constricting until she was as solid as a marble statue.

There was a fluttering sensation in her clit as Nur’s thumb brushed over the tip. Then it became a violent upheaval. Orgasm broke over her, making her seize. She jerked wildly in the chains, starburst roaring through her, shredding her from the inside out.

Her mouth was flooded with the heavy, masculine flavor of sex as Wekniz let go. It triggered yet another rending cataclysm, her body thundering with reaction. She was senseless to everything else, including when Nur and Falinset released, filling her with their seed.

The last surges slipped from her body a lifetime later. She lay lax and dazed as her gasping clan released her from the straps and settled her in the large bed. They sipped kisses from her lips, as gentle now as they’d been demanding earlier.

They nestled together, their limbs twining, the scent of shared passion lulling them into drowsy completion. Tasha thought how they fit together perfectly, a group of people with bruised hearts and devastated faith … four who had miraculously found the safe shelter of each other.

“I love you,” she whispered to the three men.
I trust you
, her heart added.

The End

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