nodded my head against the soft pillow.
“Do you want my cock?”
Did I? Did I want the single finger that curled and stroked deep inside me to be replaced by his cock?
“Yes,” I breathed.
He took my hand in his and brought it down to his hard length. I wrapped my fingers around him, but my grip wouldn’t close all the way. As I slid up and down the velvety length, I felt wetness seep onto my skin. The contact was hot, almost burning and I loosened my fingers.
“Do not be afraid.” His hand came over mine as he began to stroke himself, showing me how he liked it, not allowing me to let go.
“My seed. You feel it, the power of it seeping into your skin?”
My palm was slick with his essence. It was so hot, almost burning, but it felt good. Too good. I was ready to come and he’d barely touched me.
“You’re mine now. Your body knows it, recognizes my seed. Wants it. Needs it.”
“Yes,” I repeated. I could not deny him. While it seemed odd that I would react in such a visceral way to contact with his pre-cum, I wasn’t going to question it. He was making me feel too good.
“She’s ready for us.” A second male voice spoke.
I turned my head, opened my eyes, but it was too dark to make out anything more than silhouettes. Two men loomed over me, and when I felt another hand on my body, I knew both of them were touching me.
I wanted to move, to question why two men were in bed with me when the second man took my hand in his and directed it straight to his cock as well. Once I held him firmly, too, he let go and began touching me.
Two cocks! So big and thick, hot and hard. I felt the heat from the second man’s pre-cum coat my fingers, seep into my skin. I gasped as my entire body heated, my blood becoming sluggish, my skin becoming slick with sweat.
“We’ll both fuck you.” The second man’s voice was deeper, slower.
“What about me?” No, this wasn’t the first man, or even the second. It was another man. A third!
Three? I struggled to breathe, completely overwhelmed. I couldn’t release their cocks if I tried, the need to feel their pre-cum was too intense to resist. It was like a drug, making me feel frantic and desperate. I squirmed beneath their hands and cried out when the finger that was sliding in and out of my pussy, mimicking how I so desperately wanted to be fucked, pulled away.
I felt hands on my thighs pushing them wide, felt the wide crown of a cock sliding over my folds. It was the third man’s, for I still stroked the others.
“Three of us, mate.” The third man didn’t delay, but slowly sank into me, stretching me open and filling me. Deeper and deeper he went until I felt his balls nudge against my bottom, felt his hips press into mine.
I groaned, never taking a cock such as his before. He remained still, embedded deep inside me.
“I need…please…move!” I cried.
“Our mate is a bossy little thing. Even being impaled on my cock, she gives orders.”
The man was talking to the other two, not me.
“We will fuck you as you need,” he replied.
“I need you to move.”
A soft chuckle came from him. I could feel it in his body where it connected to mine.
“The seed power is intense from three men.” It was the first man’s voice. It was the only way I could tell them apart in the dark. I felt as if I were in a porno, for I had impossibly big cocks in my hands and another deep inside me. And I wanted it. Begged for it even.
The third man pulled his cock back, only the head inside me, before he plunged deep. I tilted my head back and cried out as he began to move.
“We won’t last, mate. None of us will. We will give you our seed, ensure that you crave us. Need us. Need our cocks just as much as we need you.”
I could do nothing but stroke the two cocks in my hands as the one fucking me had me pinned to the bed.
“I’m going to come.” It was the second man’s deep growl. I could feel him thicken in my palm just before I felt hot pulses of seed land on my belly and breasts.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that I’d stroked him off so well that he couldn’t hold back. Perhaps it was the fact that I had a man fucking me as a second came all over me, but I came too. Hard. I screamed as I gave over to the pleasure of it all. I barely heard the first man’s growl, but felt his seed coat my body. As the shimmering feel of the orgasm began to taper, their hands moved over my body, spreading their seed. It should have seemed weird, being coated in the sticky essence, but it heated my flesh wherever it touched. My nipples hardened and I clenched down on the cock that fucked me with wild abandon.
“She’s so tight I can’t hold off.”
His body stiffened above me as he shouted out, his seed pumping into me. I’d never imagined I could feel a man’s release inside me, but his was hot and copious, coating my walls, sliding out around his thick cock. I came again, the need too great.
“Such a good girl. You are ours. You belong to all of us. Our seed is on you. In you. We have not formally claimed you, but we will when you are ready. There is no going back. You will desire us always, as we do you.”
“Yes. Again. More, please.” I’d forgotten I still held their cocks, both remaining as thick and hard as if they hadn’t just come. They shifted, their cocks slipping from my fingers.
The man between my legs pulled out.
“More,” I begged.
I sensed them shifting on the bed, moving so that a different man was between my thighs. I was flipped onto my belly, a hand about my waist pulling me back for the next man’s cock.
“Yes, more,” the deep voice said. “Always.”
I whimpered as he filled me, collapsing as my body convulsed in another orgasm, my pussy rippling over his cock.
“Miss Antonelli!”
A woman’s voice. Confused, I hung on to pleasure as the aftershocks of the orgasm made me shake and moan. And that huge cock fucked me, filled me, stretched me with relentless force.
God, I wanted more, but the sensations faded no matter how I clung to them.
“Miss Antonelli, are you all right?”
My eyes fluttered open and saw a familiar face looming over me. It wasn’t one of the men who’d been in bed with me. It was a woman, one I recognized all too well. Her face was pretty, but severe, as if she took her job very seriously. Warden Egara. The woman who worked for them. The alien races who claimed to be protecting our planet from some terrible horde of creatures. “Warden Egara?”
“You screamed. Are you hurt?”
“I…you
