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She nods shyly, her gaze falling to his crotch in anticipation and curiosity. “Please. I’d love to see all of you.”

Phelix takes a deep inhale, no doubt steeling himself for our disappointment. But how could anyone be disappointed by him? His broad torso paired with his soft stomach and thick arms make me wonder what it would feel like to be held by him. To be pinned underneath his bulk as he held me down and fucked me like I’ve needed since I saw him again. Or to ride him and be in control of axalarwho could easily overpower me. Damn, it all sounds good.

It gets even better when he unceremoniously tugs off his pants and I finally see what he’s working with. Goddess, Eden and I are in for a great time tonight.

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It’s hard to formulate any coherent thoughts when Mezli and Phelix get naked. Mezli issopretty. She’s what you’d imagine a nymph or a fairy from a fantasy story would look like—magical levels of pretty. Her deep pink skin is smooth and flawless, save for an adorable smattering of stretch marks across her hips and thighs that I want to kiss. I understand why my breasts are a novelty to them, but Mezli’s are equally enticing in my eyes—small and perky, with deep pink nipples. But what turns me on the most is how comfortable and confident she looks in her body. She owns all of herself and knows how lovely she is. I shiver with anticipation thinking about some of that confidence focused on me.

Phelix, on the other hand, islarge. Much bigger and more solidthan any other nexxit I’ve seen. He has a powerful body, and his dusty pink skin paired with his soft stomach and thick thighs lend to his own kind of beauty, just as enticing as Mezli’s. He’s been so gentle and restrained with me, making me eager to see him unleash some of his strength on me. And when he takes off his pants…

“Wow. If I’d known what you’re working with, I wouldn’t have run away,” Mezli says, eyeing Phelix’s cocks shamelessly. Not that I have room to judge, because I’m doing the same.

Holy shit.

It’s my first time seeing a penis in the flesh that’s not attached to an elderly patient, and I have to stop myself from gasping aloud. I knew there’d be two of them, but are they supposed to both be thatbig? The front one is thick and slightly shorter than the back one, with a tapered head and ridges along the entire length. It’s already leaking some kind of thin pearlescent precum and juts up proudly. The back one is longer, with a swollen bump at the base. There’s no sign of testicles on him, unless they’re internal… There’s a seam spread around his cocks where they must’ve extruded from.

Even with all the alien porn I watched, this is a lot to take in.

Phelix’s cheeks darken, but his cocks visibly throb at my stunned stare, the front one leaking even more of that shimmering slick liquid. “Don’t worry! You don’t have to take them at the same time. I can use either one, depending on what kind of experience you’re looking for. The front one helps to relax and arouse my partner, while the back one?—”

“The back one is for if you want to breed someone and make them come over and over in the process,” Mezli finishes.

My skin heats at the idea of Phelixbreedingme. That’s not possible, but it sounds so primal, and I shiver at the thought of taking it inside me and him filling me up as I come around him.

Phelix mistakes my reaction for distress, holding up his tophands in appeasement. “It’s not only for that,” he says with a glare at Mezli. “Yes, it allows insemination, but can be used just for pleasuring a partner. As a doctor, you know I can’t ‘breed’ you as Mezli so crassly said, but if that thought makes you uncomfortable we don’t have to?—”

“I want to!” I interrupt in an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak. I clear my throat and try again. “I think I’d like that.”

Mezli laughs harder, though it’s fond rather than mocking. I grow even hotter when she grins at me and moves toward the bed. “Mmm, you want our Phelix to breed you? Or do you want him to put both cocks inside your pretty little pussy? I’m not sure they’ll both fit, but maybe if he’s good you’ll let him use each one of his cocks on you? One to open you up and make you beg for more, and the other to push you over the edge while he fills you with his cum.”

Phelix lets out a low groan and brings his lower hands to palm his cocks. “Would you like that, Eden?” he asks, voice thick with desire.

I can’t believe he’s so turned on at the thought of being with me. Inexperienced, unremarkable me. I feel lightheaded from how both of them are watching me and my answer comes out a little shaky. “Y-yes.”

His gaze darkens with hunger. “Good. Turn over onto your stomach and let us take care of you. When you’re fully relaxed and ready, I’ll be happy to give you either of my cocks.”

Mezli’s eyes dart between us with unrestrained hunger, and I’m reluctant to look away from the sight of him leisurely stroking said cocks. I roll over and press my burning cheeks to a cool pillow, trying not to tense up with nerves as I wait for what comes next.

“Is there anywhere you don’t like being touched?” Mezli asks, and the bed dips as she sits on it beside me. She strokes a handdown my bare back, and even that small touch lights me up, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“I-I don’t think so. Most of my body has never been touched by anyone but myself,” I say, turning my head to the side so it’s not muffled into the pillow.

“That’s okay, sweet Eden,” Mezli says, stroking my back again. “Just promise you’ll tell us if you don’t like something.” I nod as best I can. I can’t imagine anywhere on my body I don’t want them to touch. Maybe my armpits? Even that might be nice, though. I’d rather they touch me everywhere. After all, tonight might be the only chance I’ll get to experience it. I need to make it count.

Shit, now I’m making myself depressed. I let out a deep sigh and try to let those thoughts fade away. Mezli and Phelix take this as a signal to touch me, because suddenly there are four hands on me—two of Mezli’s running along my right side and two of Phelix’s along my left.

“Oh,” I sigh again, in pleasure this time, as they work in tandem. Everywhere their hands touch sends tingles of sensation scattering across my skin. They’ve barely started touching me, but my body already feels like it’s going to overheat from arousal.

That heat flares even higher when Mezli shifts to straddle me, her legs on either side of my waist and her hot, wet center pressed up against my back. I almost choke at the sensation as she leans forward, dragging her breasts along my back, two hands sliding up the sides of my spine while the other two run along my arms.

I gasp, and she chuckles against me. “Feel good?”

“Y-yes!” I say, gasping when I feel Phelix’s hands caress my legs, trailing down until he reaches my feet before coming back up and dipping in toward my inner thighs. His touch is firmer than Mezli’s teasing strokes, and the juxtaposition makes my brain short-circuit.

Mezli brings her hands to my neck, kneading away the tension I didn’t realize I was holding. “Mmm, you have such a pretty neck.”

She’s mentioned that before, and curiosity briefly overtakes my desire. “Why are necks a thing for nexxit? I mean, the words share similar sounds in my language, but I doubt that’s the reason.”

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