Page 142 of Alien Haven

Mitag’s hands explored eagerly, thrilling to Ilid’s silky, warm skin. He’d concentrated his past seduction efforts since arriving on Haven to Detodev exclusively. The vision of Ilid’s nearly unmarked flesh…he had a few small scars on his abdomen, chest, and forehead, barely noticeable…fascinated him. He was used to the strangely symmetrical remnants of cuts, particularly on Detodev’s inner forearms. The Nobek had never shared their history…nor why fresh marks had appeared over the past year.

In contrast, Ilid’s flesh was almost as blamelessly smooth as Mitag’s, stretched over delicious swells of muscle. Mitag was particularly enthralled by how the Dramok’s abdomen flexed as his hips moved to feed him his larger cock. Detodev was an incredible lover, exciting and passionate when roused, but not as nuanced as Ilid.

Ilid adjusted his angle every few thrusts, experimenting to learn what felt best to the two of them. He paused to grind against Mitag on occasion, setting off exciting pulses. The Imdiko’s moans increased in frequency. Ilid’s fingers traced his flesh, gentle at first. Then he scraped his nails over Mitag’s torso, not marking but adding unaccustomed sensation. Finally, he pinched his nipples carefully, then harder. When Mitag’s lips parted to cry out in excitement, Ilid thrust his thumb between them so Mitag could suck on it. Ilid ran his wet thumb along his lips, coating them in Mitag’s saliva. His hips moved faster, increasing the already heady friction.

Keeping Mitag’s legs tucked in the crooks of his elbows, Ilid grasped the Imdiko’s shafts and pumped. Mitag gasped at the surge of heat filling his secondary and pushing toward its larger twin.

“Is it good, Imdiko?” Ilid teased.

“You’ve had practice,” Mitag panted.

“Believe it or not, spyship duty is usually boring, at least for us grunts who did nothing but work in ship’s operations. Off-duty, I was always looking for a little recreation. I was surrounded by plenty of young, willing, restless men like myself to enjoy.”

Mitag was concerned Ilid would lose his arousal thinking about his deployment, but the Dramok’s attention had zeroed in on watching his length disappear in Mitag’s accepting flesh. His pace steadily increased. Mitag guessed excitement kept himfrom delving too deep in the memories, allowing him to avoid the unpleasant ones.

Ilid continued masturbating Mitag’s smaller cock, releasing the larger to lick the Imdiko’s wetness from his hand. “I don’t think I’ve had anyone who tasted so sweet. You’re the perfect dessert, Mitag.” He grasped his willing prisoner’s primary once more and repeated the tasting on his other hand before resuming pumping both shafts. “Your ass has the ideal amount of tightness to squeeze my cock. So fucking good. I can’t wait to fill it full of my cum again.”

The recitation of Mitag’s attributes, muttered in a seductive growl, made the taking more exquisite. Ilid had leaned forward as he spoke, staring intently in the Imdiko’s eyes. Mitag was dimly aware he’d stopped stroking the Dramok’s torso at some point. He hung onto his muscled shoulders as if for dear life. Ilid’s groin clapped to his ass, the reports growing louder at each contact. His hands whipped faster on Mitag’s swollen lengths, urging heat to fill them to bursting.

“I could pound this sweet ass all night long if I didn’t have to come so fucking bad. If I didn’t need to shoot my cum deep in your ass.” He was growing bestial, his fangs showing.

Mitag’s heart pounded violently, transmitting straight to his cocks. Tiny cries escaped him as he edged nearer to losing restraint in Ilid’s firm grip. “Please, Dramok. I’m getting close.”

“Don’t come.”

Mitag wailed as the command stole control from him. Still intoxicated by Ilid’s bite, his brain seized on the order, and the surging lava creeping toward escape halted.

“Hold on, almost there, hold on, hold on…” Ilid’s jaw tensed. A cry emitted from between his clenched teeth. At the same instant, his shaft, buried to the hilt in Mitag, pulsed.

Watching and feeling his lover’s release brought mingled gratification and yearning for Mitag. He’d given Ilid the escapehe’d needed, but desire demanded he find fulfillment too. His supplicating whimpers were a counterpoint to Ilid’s exultant gasps.

After a minute or two, Ilid’s glazed eyes cleared. His gaze raked Mitag. He licked his hands clean, then he ran his fingertips along the Imdiko’s trembling body. “You were incredible. Hopefully, I can thank you adequately.”

He pulled free and stretched Mitag’s legs flat on the bed. He crawled on top of the Imdiko, his ass hovering over the rigid lengths standing straight and insistent. Mitag shouted as his primary was enclosed in grasping warmth.

Only Ilid’s earlier order and the intoxicant holding sway kept Mitag from immediate climax. His cocks clamored for relief, for the Dramok to say the words to release him. Ilid rose and sank on him. His ass clenched rhythmically with each mind-blowing tug on the livid flesh trapped in him, drawing out Mitag’s rapturous torment. He stared intently to absorb every gasp, head toss, and jaw clench as Mitag suffered exquisite agony.

The Imdiko clawed at Ilid, who threaded his fingers in his and pinned his hands to the bed. Mitag’s heels beat the mattress as incipient orgasm roiled in his cocks. He fought for the words to beg Ilid for mercy, but speech had ceased to be among his faculties. He screamed in desperation.

As the wail trailed to an end, Ilid leaned close and quietly said, “Come.”

Mitag shattered. Gratification came in violent bursts. He knew nothing but brutal rapture for a long while.

When he returned to a semblance of reality, Ilid kissed him gently but thoroughly, languorously tasting Mitag’s whimpers. When the Imdiko finally quieted, Ilid rolled them on their sides. He wrapped the shaking Mitag in strong arms.

Minutes later, they dozed dreamlessly, contentment written on their slumbering features. Neither was visited by further nightmares.

Chapter Eleven

Dramok Dolgra reflected that for someone who’d nearly been kidnapped the day before, Charity Nath was in high spirits. Unaware of him watching her, she danced around in the chicken coop. She tossed feed like confetti to the squawking while singing a stream of good mornings to them in an off-tune but chipper voice.

He chuckled. Her foolishness amused him despite having been summoned to the Amgar farm for such worrying reasons. She tossed her honey-hued hair so it stuck out in wild waves as she finally quit terrorizing the chickens and left the coop.

She caught sight of him grinning at her and laughed to have been caught acting goofy. No embarrassment stained her cheeks. “Hi! What brings you here so early?”

He approached her. “You. I heard you had a little excitement in the barn.”

Her face blistered red at his comment. Her jaw dropped in shock. A second later, understanding lit her face, and she giggled. “Oh, the attack. Yes. Awful. Scared me half to death.”

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