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  They began to move out of the meadow, taking me with them.

  “Wait! I want that!” I pointed over Warrior’s shoulder to the remains of my jumpsuit.

  With more growls and mutters, Grumpy snagged it without breaking stride, and then we entered the tree line.

  I buried my face in Warrior’s chest to avoid the thin whip like branches of the strange twisted trees, but he curved his shoulders over me so that nothing even brushed against me.

  Finally daring to peer around, I saw that Eyebrows scouted ahead, following a trail I could only barely see.

  From the gruff sounds behind us, Grumpy followed.

  I relaxed slightly into Warrior’s spicy scent. They were watching for enemies. Which made me nervous, knowing that there were threats out there. But the guys didn’t seem worried, just determined.

  “Hey guys, where are we going?”

  They couldn’t understand me, I couldn’t understand them. But for my own experiment, I needed to pretend they could.

  Because trapped in my own head, with only my own worries for company?

  Truly terrifying.

  Warrior chuffed softly against my hair.

  An answer? A warning to be quiet?

  It didn’t matter, because apparently, we’d arrived.

  Not a building, so much as the ruined shell of one. Eyebrows moved from wall to wall, touching panels.

  If he’d been human, I’d say he was puzzled.

  Grumpy flowed past us, went into the low building, rustled through things. Warrior waited, holding me tight to his chest until he came out again.

  We didn’t go inside.

  Instead, we moved behind the building, protected from the wind by its wall and the dense shadows of fallen boulders.

  Warrior placed me on my feet, the dense grass like a soft carpet.

  Another round of growls and snarls.

  “Hey,” I whispered to Grumpy, reaching for his arm. “I wish you could tell me what was wrong.”

  Maybe that was a mistake.

  With the same terrifying speed he’d shown fighting the giant spiders, he whipped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him, burying his face in my neck.

  The other two growled behind me, stepping to my side, clearly ready to fight

  “No,” I waved to Warrior, hoping he’d be able to read my tone. “I’m not hurt.”

  And Grumpy’s arms were doing anything but hurting me, running up and down my back, as if memorizing the texture of my skin. Held tightly against him, I couldn’t help but feel his raging erection pressed against me.

  Slowly, as if I were made of glass, he leaned me back, Warrior and Eyebrows right behind me, the three of them lowering me to the lush ground.

  Eyes fixed on mine, Grumpy licked my inner knee. Then higher, maddeningly inching towards the soaked scrap of my panties.

  There was something heady about three massive aliens rescuing me that I couldn’t deny.

  Adrenaline surged through me as their tongues stroked all over my body and they held me tight. Warrior grabbed one of my breasts and pulled it up to his mouth. His tongue swept over it and I moaned.

  I couldn’t help it.

  But once I did, the air around us shifted.

  “Zella,” Warrior murmured.

  Close to Delia. Maybe?

  I couldn’t correct them now.

  Who knows if they could say Delia?

  And who knew if they cared to?

  Because Grumpy started licking up, through the fabric that was all that separated his tongue from my slick folds, the sensation indescribable.

  When I shivered, Eyebrows looked into my eyes and recognized my lust. His tongue went to my neck, slowly stroking. It was different, and it felt good.

  Everything felt good. Instinct kicked in, my body’s response undeniable, and something about that look? I wanted to kiss him.

  I pulled his face closer to mine, pressing my lips to his tongue softly. I felt the textured surface of it and I was impressed with the strength, it almost seemed, of his tongue.

  I pressed my lips to his upper lip and kissed, then let my own tongue sweep over his. It was much larger than mine but licking it felt spine-tinglingly good.

  For a half second, he seemed confused.

  He didn’t understand kissing, I don’t think.

  “Eyebrows,” I started to say. My words made my lips closer to his, and he pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him again, and his tongue entered my mouth, gently tasting my tongue. I stroked my tongue over his.

  Warrior’s mouth was on my breast and I felt him getting my nipples almost painfully stiff, throbbing at how his almost rough tongue swept over it, like strong velvet.

  Grumpy’s fingers went to the waistband of my panties, teasing, taunting.

  I pulled back from kissing Eyebrows, who started making strange sounds to the others.

  Grumpy harumphed something back to Warrior, who flattened his tongue over my nipple, then cupped my breast firmly.

  The strength and forwardness of it made me yelp, arching up against him, just as Grumpy eased my panties off my legs.

  Shouldn’t I be afraid?

  Eyebrows looked at me and I realized I truly wasn’t.

  But I was horny.

  I have no clue why…well, I had a few clues in the form of warm, wet tongues.

  Warrior handed me to Grumpy after some sounds between them. Then Warrior pulled off his shirt, revealing the bodies that had been hinted at me before: what I had envisioned didn’t come close to the real thing.

  The sheer muscular beauty before me made my eyes widen and I must have gasped. I’d never seen such a sculpture of strength.

  And now they stood before me in triplicate.

  One by one, they disrobed. They didn’t have hair on their bodies—not really at all. No nests of pubic hair, absolutely nothing on the chests or underarms.

  The fairest one, Warrior, had a darker pattern of spots across the chest. Smiling one, Eyebrows, had the pattern on his back. Grumpy, the darkest, had the spots across the thighs. They fascinated me.

  It looked like the softest, airbrushed tattoo I had ever seen. It was definitely very like cheetah spots. I wondered if they had it marked on them somehow or if it was natural.

  Strong, muscular thighs and eight packs for days.

  Licked my lips at that… no shame in admitting.

  Grumpy started to nudge my now-bared pussy against his cock and I pressed my palm flat against his stomach, shocked at the hard feel of it.

  He handed me to Eyebrows immediately, and I couldn’t help but laugh at Eyebrows considering me.

  Those expressive eyebrows raised as his eyes widened, and then moved with his eyes, knitting downward as he scanned my face, then body.

  Well, if I wanted them to stop, they would.

  Thing is, I didn’t want them to stop.

  While it was obvious they were all fearsome warriors, I knew that there was an almost… brute but innocent nature to them.

  But with the size of those erections and the feel of those tongues, I hoped it wasn’t too innocent.

  “Kiss me,” I told Eyebrows, not caring if he could understand me.

  I pushed my lips together and leaned up to press myself against him. His lips were on mine again, his tongue softly licking at the seam. I parted my lips and swept my tongue over his.

  His kiss was gentle yet exploratory. Sensual and raw, but somehow tender and simply a taste of more.

  I never wanted it to end.

  Tarnan

  Her tongue was hot and slick, her mouth wide and deep.

  I was entranced by the feel of her slippery tongue. She had to be a pleasure pet, a treasured prize, to be so well made.

  Zuvo moved behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. Axar watched us from just behind me.

  I pulled back, just a little, watching her. A gentle smile spread across her lips and her big green eyes were soft and eager.

  She knew what we wanted and was pleased
to give it to us. We must have done well indeed, to have earned such an eager pet.

  The thought of our ruined barracks pushed its way to the front of my mind again.

  It would have been better to take her inside, even the hard, narrow bunks would have kept her from the ground, protected her delicate skin.

  But Zuvo had reported that all was destroyed, rotted and rusted. Whatever had happened, we couldn’t risk the safety of our prize in there.

  I looked down at her soft sex, raising my eyebrows. She laughed, reaching up to trace one with a finger. She seemed to like my markings.

  Strange, but whatever gave her pleasure, I would do.

  I wiggled my eyebrows and it made her smile some more.

  I went down on my knees, reaching around to clasp her firm, round buttocks. I stroked her gently, applying just a little pressure. I moved my head towards the wet slit. She nodded, just a little.

  I pulled her towards me and opened my mouth. My rough tongue parted the lips of skin to find the inner folds. They were starting to drip with juice. A moan slipped out through my mouth as my lips hungrily lapped at the come.

  She gasped, leaning back. Zuvo supported her as she lifted her arms, stretching her back. He reached around her waist, pulling her arms up over his shoulders. Her head rested on his shoulder and he nuzzled into her neck.

  Axar stepped forward, reaching with one hand to rub the firm breasts. He focused on the nipples, making her moan and thrash between us.

  I found a small nub high up between her juicy lips. It seemed to get bigger as I rolled it in my tongue, teasing it with my mouth. I felt the eager pressure of her hips as I lapped at it.

  She began to yell, twitching. It was nothing like the horrified screams she made at the arachniforms, so I assumed it must be a pleasure sound. She certainly wasn’t trying to get away.

  Zuvo kept caressing her waist and belly as she leaned on him. He took most of her weight as I parted her legs further with my mouth. Axar leaned over above me, rubbing her breasts with his wide, rough hand.

  Fascinated, I lapped harder at the small, firm nub. It was definitely engorging with blood under my attention. From her liquid, easy movements, I felt this was a very good thing. Perhaps it worked much like our cocks? It seemed so.

  Thinking of this, I brought my lips in, cupping it tightly, then, with small lashes from my tongue I sucked it as hard as I could.

  She let out glorious moans of pleasure, gasping and sighing. She pulsed between my lips, all of her inner parts shivering and glowing with slick juice. I looked up smiling, my face wet with her scent.

  She was breathing hard, head to the sky, lolling on Zuvo’s shoulder. He grinned at me, supporting her under the arms.

  “I think you did good there brother,” He looked down at her body stretched between us. “But I would like a turn myself.”

  We lowered her lightly to the ground. She smiled at us, limbs falling loosely and pliantly as we placed her on the soft grass. Axar was still brushing her breasts lightly with his hand, stroking the nipples.

  I moved from between her legs to let Zuvo get between them. She laughed and warbled something strange in her language, an exclamation. I shook my head at her, smiling.

  Zuvo put his hands on her thighs, enjoying the soft skin. He looked between her legs with wide eyed fascination. Slowly he brought his face closer and closer, taking time to look and smell.

  As he got very close, he used one finger to gently stroke the lips.

  “They fascinate me,” He whispered. “It is like a shell, closed but ready to part like a flower.”

  “Women are made that way, you fool,” Axar growled, “Don’t you know anything?”

  “How would you know?” I retorted, “Have you ever been with a pleasure slave so fine?”

  He shook his head. “You know I have not, but I have heard many stories told. You all know my only experience has been with tribal creatures not so different to us.”

  I nodded gravely. Wild things they were, all claws and teeth. Even if they were having a good time they tended to scratch and bite.

  And they were like us, tall, wiry and strong.

  Not soft and luscious like this pretty thing.

  “What is this?” Zuvo reached in and moved his thumb. From the way she shivered, I figured it was the pleasure nub.

  “Oh, she likes that!” I exclaimed. “Suck on it, spoil it with your tongue. She really likes it.”

  “I believe it is the head of her sex.” Axar sounded arrogant, like he always did when one of the scraps of knowledge he hoarded became useful. “A clit.”

  “Will you shut up.” I snapped at him, “You don’t know anything about this… this… prize, whatever she is. Stop pretending you do. I know more about her than you do right now!”

  Suddenly she sighed, arching her back. I was worried that our arguing had upset her, but Zuvo was diving deep into her pussy. She spread her legs from the hips and let him lick deeply into the slit. He had a much better angle than what I had gotten and seemed to be far deeper.

  “I want to try.” I moved towards her again, but Zuvo pulled her closer, arms wrapped around her thighs.

  She cried out, several times, arms thrashing on the grass. Zuvo lifted her, plunging his tongue deep, until her cries subsided.

  “Hmm,” He raised his head, “I like how the lips move when she climaxes. The juice comes freely too.”

  “I want some.” Axar was clearly tired of waiting. He tried to push Zuvo to the side, but he didn’t move.

  Zuvo leaned down to lick her some more. Axar leaned over from his own spot by her side.

  Their heads pushed against each other as they both licked at the hot wet slit. Their mouths and tongues worked gently on her while they pushed at each other, both trying to get more of her pussy to themselves.

  I watched the pretty creature writhing in the grass, twisting from the waist. She certainly didn’t seem to mind them fighting over her—indeed, she looked like she was encouraging it.

  I can only imagine what it felt like to have two tongues licking at her like that. Zuvo pushed himself down further, lips and tongue moving deep. Axar lapped at the higher end, focusing on the clit.

  She let out another round of drawn out cries, arms fluttering and shudders rocking through her.

  My brothers did not seem to notice, and I spoke sharply to them.

  “Stop, wait!” They both pulled up hurriedly, licking their lips.

  She seemed insensible, laughing and breathing hard. Finally she looked up at me and her face was lazy and contented.

  “Why did you tell us to stop?’ Zuvo was scowling at me.

  I shook my head. “No brother, not jealousy I swear. She seemed to be going into a seizure—I did not know if she could take more.”

  “She seems fine,” Axar allowed himself a smile as he watched her.

  “Still.” I stroked her dark hair gently. “I did not want you to break our lovely prize.”

  “I think she is made for pleasure.” Zuvo smiled fiercely, grabbing her ass and pulling her towards him. She let her legs fall open, grinning eagerly.

  “It’s my turn!” Axar shoved Zuvo roughly.

  “Alright brother! Keep your peace.” Zuvo laughed as he moved away, letting Axar into the prime spot.

  As Zuvo and I settled either side of her Axar knelt between her legs. He spent a moment admiring her, letting his eyes roam that beauty between her legs.

  “It drips still,” He reached out a finger, touching her gently. She shivered all over, murmuring something in her strange language.

  “It doesn’t seem to stop,” I replied. “I think she must have an endless supply.”

  “Let’s find out.” Axar opened his mouth wide, pulling her towards him.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned, as Axar dove deep with his tongue. His eyes opened and closed as he moved in and out, watching her sex and her face. He grinned as she began to come, increasing his efforts until her hips jerked up and down and her moans rea
ched a fever pitch.

  Eagerly Axar went deep, going for the source of that wet river. She seemed to come again, right on top of the last as he used his rough tongue to lap around the entrance.

  “You see Zuvo?” I pointed at her as she convulsed. “This is what happened last time. I was worried she was going to have some sort of fatal collapse.”

  Axar growled something from deep in her pussy but we couldn’t understand it and he wasn’t about to get his face out of there.

  Zuvo snapped his fingers.

  “She’s climaxing again, almost on top of the last one. Watch—you see? It’s like a chain. If you can set off a new one while the last is still happening, it just keeps going.”

  “I see!” And I did see. I wanted to do it to her.

  Axar sat up, licking his lips. It was completely ineffectual—his face stayed slick and dripping. His smile was wide and satisfied.

  “My brothers, I’ve never tasted anything so fine.”

  “It’s my turn again,” I said quickly, shoving his shoulder.

  “I never got a proper turn,” Zuvo protested. “I had to lick around Axar’s tongue.”

  “Settle yourselves,” Axar waved a hand at us, moving from his spot. “She is clearly made for pleasure. We can each have as many turns as we want until she pushes us away.”

  It wasn’t that I didn’t agree with Axar, but I had this sense that we were to protect her more than simply explore her sexual limits.

  A prize was meant to be taken care of in every sense.

  If we stayed out in the open, we were exposing ourselves to the spiders and all sorts of other beasts, such was the noise this “prize” made when we were enjoying her.

  And we still didn’t know what the mission would be, or when it would start.

  I glanced at the building behind us. We’d sheltered there before missions started, when there’d been time. If we’d done well in a previous competition, we’d found food, even weapons waiting for us.

  What could have happened that it had come to this?

  She cried out again as Zuvo pulled her tighter against his mouth.

  We’d discover the truth.

  Later.