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  Ah, yes, the cock in my mouth. Sylvan’s thick, hard erection, demanding release. I stiffen my lower limbs to regain my position, then I open my eyes to peer up at Sylvan. He smiles at me, and he winks.

  The gesture is so uncharacteristic, so unexpected, yet incredibly intimate. My pussy spasms in response and I hollow out my cheeks again and curl my lips around my teeth. I bob up and down, taking the head and top portion of Sylvan’s shaft in and out of my mouth. His cock is hard, solid, and wide yet silky smooth under my tongue and lips, and it tastes wonderful. That creamy fluid flows across my tongue, delicious and tangy and inciting me to suck harder.

  He starts to thrust again, but this time I meet his movements, playing my part. My confidence is growing and I am now active in this exchange, no longer only the submissive partner. I want. I demand. I take.

  When Luca moves behind me and positions his cock against the entrance to my pussy I could weep with pure joy. I push back against him, seeking to impale myself on his erection, to feel him sink into me, to fill that final, empty place.

  He drives forward, and my body opens to accept him. I squeeze hard as though I could hold him there forever, and I renew my work on Sylvan’s cock. Sylvan has other ideas though it seems and is no longer prepared to allow me to lead. He fucks my face as firmly, as masterfully as Luca fucks my pussy. I let my body go limp, boneless as I submit to them.

  Luca drives his cock in as Sylvan withdraws, then they alternate, in perfect synchronisation. I reach forward and someone takes my hand and laces his fingers between mine. I do not even know which of them it is, and that does not matter to me in any case. I need them both, I adore them both.

  “Christ, I can feel that plug. So fucking good…” murmurs Luca, “so tight, so hot.”

  “Yes. Yes, yes, yes!” shouts Sylvan as he jabs his cock deep against the back of my throat. I start to gag, but suddenly I am beyond that, and I open to him. He thrusts again, then holds still. I slip my hand from the shaft of his cock to reach lower and cup his balls. They are heavy against my palm, moving within the sac that contains them. I squeeze and know the precise moment when he finds his release. His balls contract and his cock lurches violently as the semen surges forth to spurt into my throat. I swallow, fast, then again as the second jet of his seed sprays across my tongue.

  I lap at his cock to clean away every remaining drop of the creamy fluid, then I raise my head to meet Sylvan’s eyes.

  Did I do that right? I do not verbalise my question, but surely it is there in my eyes, my face.

  His green gaze is warm, his approval clear. I might bask in it, but a hard thrust from Luca jerks my attention back. He must have slowed down, stopped even as his companion came in my mouth but now he is back with a vengeance. He spears his cock into me, each stroke hard, demanding and filling me to the hilt.

  “Harder,” murmurs Sylvan. “Fuck her harder, deeper.”

  Luca does, his hands bracketing my hips as he pistons his body in and out of me now.

  Sylvan cradles my face between his hands and leans in to kiss me. He must taste himself on my lips, on my tongue as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. Sensation overwhelms me. I clench, shudder, and convulse around Luca’s cock as my second orgasm seizes me.

  Luca is relentless, the friction delightful as my inner walls contract, demanding more, then more still. Wave after wave of pleasure floods me. I am weightless, flying, grasping at something, anything solid… and finding Sylvan.

  There is a loud shout of satisfaction from Luca then he goes still, only his powerful cock still moving as he empties his balls into my pussy. I squeeze around him, deliberately seeking to hold him there as I cling to Sylvan too.

  I have found these males. I have no notion how or why, but I have and I shall never let them go.

  Chapter Nine

  Sylvan

  “So, Llianna, what are we to do with you, then?” I regard our Fyorlian guest from across the control panel as I enter coordinates to adjust our course setting. I detected a signal indicating the presence of a significant body of debris in the Zaxar Quadrant that, while not exactly en route to the closest interstellar hub is not too far out of the way. There’s likely to be a decent profit to be made from the haul so it’s reasonable to take a detour and Llianna is happy to remain with us for the ride.

  Luca is below on the cargo deck attempting to repair the Renascient’s shredded propulsion system. It won’t be an easy task but he will manage to get the ship going again eventually. Neither of us particularly wants to go haring off across the galaxy in pursuit of Llianna should she decide to take off again, but we see no real option but to give her her freedom once her ship is functional. After all, she isn’t our prisoner. We were right to intervene before when she was acting irrationally but she’s well now, got her head together as far as we can tell and at liberty to leave if she wants to.

  She peers at me from the communications array she was studying. “Do? Why, what do you wish to do with me?”

  It’s a fair question, and innocently meant but my cock hardens anyway. She always has this effect, on both me and Luca. Her ‘phase’ ended half a lunar cycle ago and although she is less driven now, and not so inclined to initiate our play, she responds with undisguised enthusiasm whenever we suggest she might like to join us in one cabin or another. It’s fair to say that Llianna’s appetite for hot, dirty sex seems pretty much undimmed, and that makes three of us.

  I toy with the idea of instructing her to strip, and I know she would obey me. She always does, whichever one of us expresses the desire to see her naked body. As often as not we insist that she remains unclothed but Luca and I agreed that we need to have this conversation and it’s serious. Since it has fallen to me on this occasion I prefer not to contend with too many distractions. I take a deep, steadying breath and press on.

  “I was meaning, what about your future? Where would you like to go?”

  “I thought that we were going to the Zaxar Quadrant to recover debris from one of the minor moons there. Did you not set that course just now?”

  “I did, and we will. That’s our next stop, but we need to plan beyond that. You need to plan. You can’t spend the rest of your life bumming around the galaxies with a couple of scrap merchants.”

  “I cannot?” She frowns across at me, obviously not especially pleased at this news. Her expression clears and she attempts to rally. “Oh, I see. Yes, you are correct of course. I must find some new and useful role for myself. I do understand that, but I had hoped…” Her expression falls again and I curse under my breath. Despite her growing confidence with us it takes very little to undermine Llianna’s sense of self-worth and she struggles to believe we actually enjoy having her with us.

  “I didn’t mean that. You’re welcome here, we’ve told you that.” I’m making a real mess of this and I’m tempted to drop the subject. Let Luca have a go, he’s probably better at this stuff than I am.

  Llianna grimaces slightly as she acknowledges my statement with a nod then returns her attention to the array before her. She squirms in her seat, shifting her weight to her right side and I know exactly what the problem is now.

  “You’re struggling with your latest plug?”

  “A little,” she confirms. “It is not comfortable.”

  “It wasn’t meant to be. The plug needs to be slightly too large to encourage your body to stretch, to open up your entrance for us. We explained this to you, and you agreed that you would like us to fuck your arse with our cocks. We have to prepare you for that.”

  “I know and I have not changed my mind. I want this and I wish to please you so I will do this. It is nothing, really.” She straightens her posture, and I cannot fail to see her wince as her weight settles on the plug in her arse.

  “Remove your clothing, Llianna,” I instruct her.

  “Please, I do not wish you to take the plug out. I did not intend to complain.”

  “I want to check the position of it, and I can add more lube if it m
ight help. So get naked. Now.”

  Obedient, she gets to her feet and strips. I twirl my finger to indicate that she should turn around, then I command her to bend forward and reach back to spread her arse cheeks for me. She does so and I savour the delightful view of her pretty little arse with the ceramic plug protruding. It is big, but both Luca and I know she can accept this though we also realise it won’t be easy.

  I move to her and take the end of the plug between my thumb and fingers, and I twist. “Does this hurt?”

  “N-no,” she stammers.

  “Liar,” I say softly and I give her buttock a sharp slap. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me. So, does it hurt when I move the plug?”

  “Yes, sir, a little.”

  “More lube then, and I’ll fuck your arse with it for a while to help you get used to the wider size. Scoot along to my cabin and get the lubricant, then come back here and present yourself over my lap, please, Llianna.”

  She straightens, bows her head to me in subservient gratitude, and heads for the door. I grin as I watch her leave, then I retake my seat at the control panel.

  Llianna is back quickly, and appears rather less apprehensive now. She kneels before me without being asked and presents the tube of lubricant.

  “Good girl. Thank you.” I take the tube from her then pat my lap. “Make yourself comfortable.”

  She arranges herself across my thighs, her toes just touching the floor and her hands gripping my leg. I raise my knee a little to lift her bottom, then I part her buttocks with my hands. The plug is seated correctly, but it’s large and she is clearly struggling to tolerate it. I take hold of the end and gently draw it out.

  Her hole closes as the plug is removed, but is not nearly so tight now as when we first commenced this training. Her small pucker offers no resistance when I coat my fingers with lube and slide two inside her. I plunge them in and out several times, noting her contented writhing as I do so. Llianna loves to be fucked, and her arse is every bit as sensitive as her pussy. This ordeal will be worth it, she will take pleasure from it in time, but for now I can help her to achieve what she needs. I pull my fingers out and apply more lube, then penetrate her again, this time with three digits. Now I am stretching her as much as the plug was, but the extra lubricant eases any discomfort.

  “How does that feel, honey?”

  “It feels good, sir.”

  “How good?”

  “Very, very good, sir. I think… I believe that I may climax, sir.”

  “I’m fucking sure you will. The plug’s going back in now. Okay?”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

  I apply a generous coating of lube to the plug and place it at the entrance to her well-oiled arse. As I start to press it home she pushes back, her instinctive desires helping me to insert it. Her anus opens readily, stretching to take the widest part of the plug, then tightens around the neck as it finds its proper place. I twist it slowly, then a little faster as she groans and rotates her hips.

  “Not hurting now?”

  “No, sir. But…”

  “But?”

  “Sir, I need you to rub my clit. Please.”

  “Yeah? Like this?” I slide my free hand between her spread thighs to locate her swollen nubbin. I roll it between my fingers, tugging slightly.

  She bucks against me, her body wild with arousal. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  I use my other hand to withdraw the plug from her arse, then push it back firmly. Her body parts to accept it and she starts to thrust back against the intrusion. I press harder on her clit, at the same time plunging the plug in and out of her rear hole. She grunts, her response somewhere between pain and pleasure, a place I know she loves to be.

  I pinch her clit, at the same time as I ram the plug back inside her, then I swirl the toy around in her tight channel. The combination of rubbing her clit and the friction against her inner walls seems to achieve the desired result and she convulses helplessly. I maintain the pressure, wringing every last tingle and shudder of her response from her before I finally halt.

  Llianna lies across my thighs, her body limp. I caress her back, her bottom, her upper thighs, then I lift her to hold her in my arms. She snuggles against me, her face pressed into my shirt.

  “Feeling better now?” I ask as I nuzzle her hair.

  “Yes, sir. Very much so.”

  “How’s the plug?”

  “Wonderful, sir. It is quite wonderful.”

  I wait for several minutes to allow her to recover her senses fully before I speak to her again. This has been a pleasant enough interlude and maybe we both needed it, but I still have business to conclude with Llianna.

  “So, now do you believe me when I tell you that we like having you here? We want to take care of you, but there’s a lot more to it than just fucking your arse with a well-lubricated butt plug.”

  “I do know that, and I am grateful. You have been most kind, both of you.”

  “Kind? Llianna, I—”

  She lifts her face to peer up at me. “So I wonder if I might presume on your generosity a little more?”

  “Presume?” I eye her suspiciously. “What do you have in mind?”

  “I have been studying your communications capabilities and I have discovered that you are able to emit signals over vast distances, a much greater range than Fyorlian technology was ever able to achieve.”

  She’s right. Luca may be the technical wizard in our outfit, but Llianna is not far behind him. She constantly amazes us with her easy grasp of complex technologies so I’m not surprised that she’s managed to accurately assess the capabilities of our tracking and communications systems.

  “Yes, we do. Is there a message you want to send?”

  She nods. “There is, in a manner of speaking. I know that you have forbidden me to leave the Zephyrean without permission, but perhaps you might allow me to make contact with my own species, if any do remain.”

  I sigh, but refrain from telling her that this quest is futile. There are no more Fyorlians out there, no reason to suppose we might stumble across some isolated colony who have somehow remained undiscovered for several centuries. She is the last of her kind, and the sooner she accepts that reality the better. Still, I don’t blame her for trying.

  “What is it you want me to do?”

  “You could send a diagnostic pulse wave, incorporating my bio-genetic markers. If the pulse encounters a match, another sentient being with the same markers, it will show up on the scan. The pulse wave can cover entire galaxies, if my people are there, anywhere out there, we can find them…”

  In theory, she’s right. In practice, although a diagnostic pulse will continue to ripple out indefinitely, and will detect any beings with a physiology to match Llianna’s, it won’t be a speedy process. It could take many helio-cycles to turn up a result, in the unlikely event that there is anything out there to be found.

  “Llianna, I’m not sure…”

  “It will work, I am sure of it. This is the best chance there is. I attempted something similar from the Renascient, before I went into stasis, but our communications capability was not nearly so efficient as yours and I fear that my message has been corrupted or lost. You did not detect my signal, even when you approached and scanned my ship. Please, Sylvan, please help me to do this.” She scrambles from my lap to stand before me, her posture dejected.

  “I’ll help you, of course I will. I just want you to promise me you’ll think about other alternatives as well, just in case we never find anything.”

  She nods, her expression still utterly miserable. I move around the control panel to take her in my arms.

  “Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. You have us, Luca and me. And you’ll meet others too, some human, but many other species as well. The galaxy is full of new and exciting encounters, and it’s all waiting for you.”

  “But—”

  “Now listen.” I pull up a seat and place myself right in front of her then take both
her hands in mine. “We brought you back by force that time you tried to leave, but that was because you were still unwell, or so we thought. We were protecting you, not making a prisoner of you. We never wanted that.”

  “Then what…?”

  “You are our guest, our friend if you like… our lover, our submissive even. But not our prisoner. You’re free to leave as soon as your ship is safe and functional, or if we arrive at a place you want us to let you off. That’s why we want you to consider what you might like to do, where you might like to go. After the Zaxar Quadrant we’ll take you wherever you ask, do our best to ensure that you have anything you need. We care about you; we want you to be safe and happy.”

  “I am safe and happy now, here, with you and Luca.”

  “Yes, but for how long? This…” I gesture at the control room that surrounds us, “…this may not always be enough. We have no way of knowing what your future might hold. You could go anywhere.”

  “The universe is vast, I know that, and I want to explore. But I can do that with you. I have no desire to leave you and Luca. Please, do not make me.”

  “Honey, we’ll never do that.” I pull her to my chest and hug her. Somehow this little alien has wormed her way into my affections and I can’t bear to see her looking so lost. “Come on, let’s set up that diagnostic pulse. Let’s see what’s out there for you.”

  * * *

  “Sylvan, please…”

  Llianna’s voice over the ship’s communications system is breathy; she is struggling to speak, to breathe. I leap to my feet and sprint for the door.

  By the time I reach her cabin she is on the floor and gasping for breath. Her face, hands, arms are covered in angry red blotches. It doesn’t take the sounds of Eric’s startled scuffling from beneath her bed to tell me what’s wrong.

  “Holy fucking shit.”

  I grab my medi-kit from the locker even before I lift her onto the bed, grateful that she is at least still using my old cabin where all the equipment I need is right to hand.