When Brennan pulls down his pants and briefs at the same time, Otho pinches my nipples at exactly the same time; and it’s like a jolt of electricity shoots through me.
I whimper in sudden pleasure. Otho’s fingers send waves of teasing pleasure through me; and they’re timed just as I see Brennan’s huge cock, connecting the pleasure to the visual irrevocably.
Brennan’s cock is fucking massive.
“Oh Gods” I moan out, unable to do anything but stare at that huge thing.
His huge, magnificent cock is dripping with pre-cum. I never read anything about that in my books – but I think even the authors of On Aurelians knew that too many of these salacious details might inflame the senses of innocent female readers.
In any event, I now know how Aurelians mate with human women. Their cocks might seem impossibly huge; but with all that drooling pre-cum, they must be as slick as well-oiled pistons.
As I watch, Brennan’s cock twitches with his need for me. Every flex of that massive thing sends huge, pearly drops of cum splatting onto the floor. I have this sudden, deep feeling that they’re wasted – that I should be lapping them with my tongue, rather than letting that pearly nectar drop to the floor.
Lazar pulls down his pants. He’s got an equally impressive member – as huge and hard as a marble column. As Brennan steps forward. Lazar moves to stand next to me; gently touching my left thigh. He pulls open my legs as Brennan kneels in front of me – as if I’m his Queen.
He’s so fucking huge that even as he kneels down, his mouth is right at the height of my…
Oh, Gods!
Brennan kisses the top of my left foot, then trails his lips up my calf toward my knee. I’m shivering at the sensation of his soft, wet lips against my skin.
Otho takes my diamond-hard nipples between his thumb and finger, kneading them teasingly. Each gentle, twisting pull sends lightning sensations through me.
All the while, Brennan’s kisses trail further and further up my thighs - well past where Lazar is holding open my legs.
For a second, I try to clamp my legs shut – to test what these huge aliens could do, and how badly they want this…
…Brennan stops for a moment, and then he looks up at me with those stale-grey eyes.
Eyes that are no longer cold.
I gasp out at the intensity of his gaze – and, as if he’s controlling my body, Brennan urges me to open my legs for him.
It’s like this magnificent, towering alien is inside of my mind. As if he is deciding how my body will react. By the Gods! It’s as if I’m now no longer in control of myself.
I can’t help but whimper and squirm as Otho joins Brennan is playing with my body – like I’m merely his toy…
…and that’s when Lazar pulls my legs open to literally present me to his leader.
Brennan’s wet, kissing mouth licks its way up the inside of my thigh. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and now I’m both terrified and so turned on that I surrender all thoughts about giving up all control. I gasp out as Brennan teases me with his tongue – tracing the line of my thin undergarments. His hand slides further up - until I suddenly hear a rip as he shreds the last thing that separated his tongue from my eager flesh. The last scrap of fabric that stood between us.
I cry out as his huge head disappears beneath my skirt – most definitely not ready for this, but simultaneously wanting it so fucking badly.
My head rolls back as his tongue finds my soaking wetness. It’s too good. This can’t be real.
I can no longer even feel embarrassed or self-conscious about it – not before the pleasure rushes up inside of me and obliterates all resistance. I just want him. I gasp out, my moans devoid of self-control as this huge, alien warrior runs his massive tongue along my pussy, while his other battle-brother spreads my legs and the third pinches and plays with my trembling body.
Otho finally releases my nipples for a moment – ripping open my dress, tearing my last shreds of modesty away at the same time as the thin fabric. As the material rips, Otho exposes my breasts – flushed, and full, and aching to be touched again.
When his hands find my naked nipples once more, sensation like I’d never thought possible floods through my body. I’m completely controlled by these three warriors. I can’t move even an inch, sandwiched as I am between these three massive warriors.
I don’t want to move, though. I want to be right here. I surrender into the moment; running my hands through Brennan’s thick mane of hair as he tastes and devours me. Brennan’s tongue is so big and thick as he runs it slowly up and down the length of my slit. I can tell with a shudder that he’s loving the taste of my arousal – feasting on it like nectar.
Lazar runs his fingers up my body and places his hand beneath my chin. Those big fingers force my gaze upward – away from the Aurelian lapping between my thighs. Lazar makes me meet his hard, slate-grey eyes and I’m immediately intimidated and aroused. I can see the heat in them.
He then kisses me with hunger, all while his battle brother laps at me intently. Brennan’s no longer tasting me. He’s flicking his tongue up and down against my clit, sending electric shocks through me like a master musician playing an instrument.
I fight against the pleasure, but it’s too much to handle. I’m overwhelmed as I’m crushed in by these three, powerful men – all at the same time.
“Let go,” Otho whispers in my ear, and I can feel his voice just as much as I hear it.
I try to do as he urges – to let go, and force myself to stop clinging to my own anxiety.
