I shudder as I feel the restrained force of his palm. I feel how desperate and eager he is, and I know Evander could easily grip my hair and just force the entire length of his huge shaft down my throat. The amount of self-control it must take to resist that urge is mind-boggling.
As I suck on Evander’s straining cock, I feel something building inside of me. A deep, insistent pulsing of golden heat that’s building and building – until it threatens to wash away every unique thought that I have in my mind.
The pleasure I feel is so pure that I feel like I’m losing myself to it – or that it’s pulling away all the things I used to think I was, and revealing what I am underneath.
I look up, pleading in my eyes, and my gaze travels up every towering inch of the seven-feet-tall alien’s muscled perfection. Finally, I meet his eyes with my own. The hunger in them scares and excites me. Evander is looking down at me as though nothing else exists, and the heat emanating from his gaze means one thing and one thing only.
Ownership.
There is pure possession in Evander’s eyes as he pulls back on my head, letting me adjust to the size of his inhumanly large cock. Before I can get a moment’s respite, he presses my face forward again – and there’s nothing I can do but take even more of his dick even deeper into my mouth.
Each throb of his shaft between my lips excites me further. It’s as though I can feel his heartbeat through his cock – his very life force beating within my lips.
Each pulse of his dick sends another drip of salty pre-cum flooding into my mouth, and as I eagerly swallow it, I remember what all the rumors say…
Aurelian cocks secrete copious amounts of pre-cum because they have to fit into tiny, tight human pussies. That thought makes me moan around Evander’s cock as he pushes it deeper and deeper into my mouth. The lubricating alien pre-cum forces his shaft even deeper into my throat – to the point at which I thought I’d be gagging or heaving… but it’s as though the pre-cum is designed for me and me alone – as though my stomach and mouth are craving to be filled with his salty load, and are stretching and accommodating to accelerate that.
Augustus and Conan stand to the left and right of their leader. Without a word, they both slowly undo their own robes. Even in the trance of having my mouth filled with Evander’s straining cock, I notice that they keep the hilts of their swords near as they disrobe. Suddenly, there’s not one, but three gorgeous aliens in front of me. My eyes dart left and right, unable to comprehend the sudden buffet of abs, muscles, and – of course – those enormous alien cocks.
Conan’s body is slimmer and more defined than Evander’s – as if cut from diamond. Augustus is more solid and brutal. The three men are each unblemished by battle scars – their bodies like pure, white ivory. I realize now how foolish it was to think that they looked so alike. Now that I’m studying them closely – and how much closer could you get? – I can clearly see the differences between them.
Conan is the tallest, and his movements are the fastest. His dick is long, thinner, and curved more sharply upward than the other two – dripping with pre-cum that looks so delicious I shudder at the thought of how it would taste inside of my mouth.
But I have another challenge to conquer first – and Evander is eager for me to complete it.
“You’re going to deep-throat me now, toy,” he snarls, and Evander’s eyes grow even darker and more serious.
His huge hand tightens into a fist, and he grips my hair tightly. Then he pulls at the roots of my hair, and I try to gasp desperately for air – but when I do so, it only makes him force his dick even deeper into my throat.
His cock is throbbing inside my throat. I reach a hand down from caressing Evander’s rock-hard abs and feel the outside of my neck. A shiver of need runs down me as I feel the bulge of his enormous cock-head through my own skin, engorging my throat.
Evander growls in lust. “Take that cock deeper, my personal human slut.”
I don’t know why the demeaning words turn me on so much, but I suddenly crave hearing them. I want to feel as though I’m a personal slut for this triad of sexy, dominant aliens. I want to give myself to them entirely – and to no one else, not ever.
With them, I know I don’t have to feel like a foolish, repressed virgin. I can be myself – and somehow these impossibly perfect aliens are more turned on by that then anything.
They accept me, embrace me and desire me more than I thought any one man ever could me – let alone three of them.
Augustus snarls in need. His dick is the thickest. I bet the head is wider than my balled-up fist.
Even as I struggle to suck, slurp and pleasure Evander’s raging shaft, I reach out blindly and grab Augustus’ enormous cock – desperately trying to curl my fingers around the too-thick shaft, and pump them up and down.
It sounds simple enough – but it’s so hard when I’m simultaneously focusing my efforts on pleasuring Evander. It’s like that childhood game in which you have to rub your head and pat your belly at the same time – aware that it’s impossible to do two things at once.
Well, nearly impossible. I was trying my hardest.
As I focus on the two towering Aurelians, I’m suddenly aware of Conan kneeling behind me. I swoon, because even on his knees this seven-feet-tall warrior
