Page 192 of Alien Haven

The thuds of pelvis to ass and pelvis to pelvis were fast at the start. They quickened as the seconds passed. Charity perceived herself to being animalistically restrained and rutted by primitive men who served only their lusts. The bestial crudeness of Ilid’s and Detodev’s supremacy, which she and Mitag were forced to serve, brought rampant craving surging. She gloried in being held down and rutted hard. From the way Mitag’s cocks jerked inside her and how he ground his teeth as he fought climax, he thrilled to it too.

Both wailed in tandem, unintelligible pleas to their captors as the need to orgasm clawed for escape. Charity was certain she was seconds from disobeying yet again. This time, she didn’t wish to. Ilid was her Dramok in all but name. They were equals elsewhere, but in passion, she ached for his rule.

She was so caught up in holding off climax, she failed to realize Detodev had let go of her wrists until his fist curled in Mitag’s hair and tugged the other man’s face up. The Nobek eagerly stroked his own primary a bare inch from Mitag and over Charity.

“Yes, my Nobek.” Ilid sounded exultant.

Detodev uttered a grunt. Milky passion spurted to cover Mitag’s face, to shoot in his gaping mouth. The Nobek’s hips shifted, and cum sprayed Charity’s face and breasts too. His spicy-salty-sweet juices lit on her tongue, a potent elixir.

A sob broke from her throat as excitement sent a mighty surge through her. She was losing it, she was going to come, she couldn’t stop it…

“Come, my Imdiko and Matara!”

Mitag, cum dripping from his chin, arched as his cocks jolted within Charity. Ilid bellowed, the cry of the victor ringing loud. It was the last thing Charity knew before orgasm tore through her.

The universe was a heaving, euphoric madness. She’d never known such rapture and agony at once. It was too much, overloading her until she became one with the twisting, churning cacophony. She dove deep, succumbing and drowning willingly.

She washed up on the shore of reality on diminishing waves of sensual pleasure. Scattered around her were the men she loved, chorusing soft groans of completion.

Slowly, they recovered. Bodies slid closer together, snuggling in each other’s warmth. As strength returned…at least to Ilid and Detodev…Charity and Mitag were lifted and borne to the shower.

The balmy heat of the water and tender caring of their tormentors brought recovery. Whispers rose amid the steam of the shower. Then soft mutters. Chuckles and giggles began to punctuate the patters of drops on the floor. Moans as gentler love began. As their lives forever together began. It had started reluctantly at first, but was now eagerly welcomed.

Paradise had been realized.

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