Page 35 of Baited

Blayn lifts his head and stares into my eyes as he licks his lips, and I feel a digit moving, swirling around my bottom hole.

“Oh!” I exclaim, both horrified and yet pushing back onto him at the same time.

“Let me bury my cocks in you, sweet Izzy,” he murmurs in my ear as his finger breaches the tight hole. “I want to be in your cunt and your ass. I want to feel you come all over me.”

When did my innocent gladiator become this dirty talking beast? Shivers run through my body.

“Please!” I beg. “But be gentle. I’ve never…had a cock in both before.”

Pre-cum clouds the water surrounding us. Blayn groans and works his way in deeper. I’m stretched and stretched until I’m not sure I can be stretched any more.

“Vrex, little mate, I have to bury myself in you,” Blayn says, withdrawing his fingers, leaving me panting as I’m lifted onto the side of the pool and he notches himself at my entrances.

His cocks are soaking, I’m soaking, and as I tilt my hips, he slides in farther, his smaller, second cock super slippery, dipping through my tight ring of muscle. Blayn shudders, muscles in his jaw jumping as he attempts to take control, but he hasn’t got any control, and neither have I.

As his hips flip forwards, I grab hold of any parts of him I can, moaning out loud as he plunders both of my channels, his secondary cock sliding in easily, far easier than I expected, and once he’s seated, I’m as full as I’ve ever been.

Impaled.

By my great gladiator.

The thought tips me over the edge, and I’m pulsing over him as he roars out my name.

“Izzy!” Blayn withdraws and sets up a series of short, delicious, agonizing thrusts which mean I’m riding both him and the wave of orgasm into another. “You will be the death of me.” He groans, hips circling until in several more irregular movements, he climaxes, his hot cum fountaining inside me, painting both channels and meaning all I can do is hold onto him.

I have to hold on because if I don’t, he will surely be the death of me too.

IZZY

I’m still in shock, both at what I did and how much I enjoyed it. How much pleasure I took from being his first time and for my first time off Earth to be with him.

I’m still in shock at how my heart flips over in my chest when he accepts my touch and reassurance. And how he stood up to Madame.

“Have you decided yet?” he asks. “About what you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” I hand him a cup of hot joh, a drink which tastes remarkably like a mixture of coffee and tea and is not my favorite, although most occupants of Tatatunga seem to love it.

Yet, somehow I’ve acquired a taste for it today.

Blayn accepts it, sniffs it, and then virtually downs the hot drink in one before wiping the back of his hand over his mouth and smacking his lips. He looks at me with hope in his handsome face.

“You want another?” I ask, sipping mine.

“I like joh.” He does his little, brief smile. “This is better than the stuff at the dome.”

“The food dispenser is over there. Help yourself.” I point to the device on the wall.

Blayn looks at me blankly. “Food dispenser?”

“You don’t know what a food dispenser is?”

“There is a dining hall in the dome. I get my food from there,” he says, eyes narrowing. “It dispenses food, but there is a set of ugly Habosu who make it for us, and sometimes don’t give me enough.” Blayn growls. “But you have a machine?”

He stalks across to the wall, places one huge, clawed hand beside the dispenser, and peers at it myopically.

“Joh,” he states.

The machine does nothing of course.

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