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“Fuck, that’s it. Dammit, I’m going to come!” She sounds angry that it happened so soon after Phelix started touching her, and he lets out a low rumble of pleasure.

“Come for us,” he growls, and she listens, gasping as she breaks. A flood of wetness gushes from her, coating my face and chin as she clenches against my finger and curses as she rides out her orgasm. It’s just as messy as making Phelix come, and I love it. I want them both to coat me in their combined essence—claiming me and showing me just how much I’ve pleased them.

I sit up to see a dazed Mezli and a smug Phelix, their dynamic switched for the first time tonight. It looks good on them.

“Was that okay?” I ask, all false innocence.

“Hah! You’re ridiculous. It wasn’t okay. It wasawesome. You sure you’ve never done that before?” Mezli’s approval makes my insides melt.

“No, but I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

She laughs, the sound warming me even more. “I bet you have, dirty girl. What else have you thought a lot about?”

I glance over at Phelix, eyes dropping to his cocks, both fully erect and needy. Emboldened by getting the pair of them off, I say the thing I’ve been avoiding but so damn eager to try. “Feeling a cock inside me, fucking me hard.”

“Think you can help her with that?” Mezli asks. “I would do it, but I left all my cocks back at my apartment.”

It doesn’t surprise me that she has multiple strap-ons. I bet she has one for each kind of alien cock out there. And probably onesthat don’t even exist in nature. I wonder if she’d use them on me. Or on Phelix… Damn, why doesthatidea make me so hot?

“It’d be my pleasure to fuck you, Eden. How do you want it?” Phelix asks, jarring me out of the fantasy of Mezli railing him with a giant alien dildo.

I pause to consider, and Mezli fills the dead air, looking apologetic for answering for me but unable to keep from blurting out her thoughts. “He could fuck you on your back while you gaze lovingly into his eyes. Or he could pound into you from behind. Oh, or you could ride his cocks. Or he could?—”

“It might be best to start with you on top, so you can control how much you take. I don’t want to hurt you,” Phelix interjects.

The thought of sitting astride Phelix’s thick body and using one of his cocks for my pleasure makes my pussy clench. “Okay. Y-yeah.”

He smiles and lies on his back, his cocks pointing proudly to the ceiling. I move astride his waist and lean forward to kiss him to alleviate some of my nerves. He returns it with fervent, tender motions that make me dizzy. I lose myself in his kiss until Mezli clears her throat.

Shit, I shouldn’t be kissing him like that. I pull back and give her a sheepish look. She grabs my chin and tips my head up, leaning over to kiss me. Her lips on mine feel just as good as Phelix’s, though there’s something possessive about her kiss that wasn’t there in his. It feels like she wants Phelix to know I belong to her. Which is crazy, because I don’t. I would love to belong to both of them, though that’s not possible—even if the mate thing wasn’t a factor, I’m leaving in a few days.

She nips my lower lip, her slightly sharp teeth just shy of piercing the skin, then pulls back and smacks my ass. “Go on, then. Ride him.”

I try to maneuver his front cock to my entrance, since it’s shorter and slightly less intimidating, but realize I’ll be squashing his other dick at this angle. I don’t want my first foray into penetration to end up with a trip to the hospital because I broke his dick. With a heavy swallow, I release the smaller cock and take the other in hand.

Mezli notices my hesitation and wraps her hand around mine, helping me to position it, grabbing his other cock unceremoniously to hold it out of the way.

Phelix gasps at the combination of our touch, and I feel his cock throb in my grip. The back cock is long and thick and just as textured as the front one, and even feeling the head pressed against my pussy is enough to send a shiver of excitement and nerves down my spine.

I attempt to sit down on his rigid cock, but the tip barely slips inside before my body stops it. “I’m sorry I’m so tight.” I grimace, attempting to relax and push my way further down. I’m so wet and eager to have him inside me, and after years of using sex toys, I don’t have a hymen to contend with anymore, so you’d think it’d slip right in. Apparently not. Heat prickles on my cheeks and neck, embarrassment creeping in.

“Don’t fucking apologize,” Phelix says, before Mezli can chastise me for my bad habit. “You’re perfect.” He reaches a lower hand up and strokes the cock pressed up against my belly, gathering up some of his pre-cum, then brings it down to where we’re attempting to join. He spreads it across my labia, teasing the stretched entrance and the head of his cock.

A few moments later, gravity and his pre-cum work their magic, allowing him to slide in enough for the entire blunt head of his cock to nestle inside me. I gasp, and he smiles up at me.

“There we go,” he says in a deep groan. “You’ve got this, Eden. That sweet cunt was made to take me.”

Fuck me. My whole body erupts in goosebumps at his words. I know it’s just dirty talk to help me relax, but god, thinking that I was made for him flips a switch in my brain. I press down onto him and he slips in the rest of the way, his impossibly thick cock somehow fitting inside me. The stretch burns for a moment and I suck in a sharp breath. It’s not bad at all though, and the pinching quickly melts into a pleasant fullness as Mezli teases my nipples and kisses my breasts.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well.” Mezli nips at my neck, soothing the sting with her tongue. As good as it feels to have her caressing and kissing me, I want her to be more involved.

“I want you to sit on his face,” I say, my voice shaking at the feeling of Phelix so deep inside me and the thought of watching her taking her pleasure from him.

Phelix groans as I tighten around him. “Fuck yes, please,” he begs, his cock pulsing inside me.

Something shifts behind Mezli’s eyes as we wait with bated breath to see what she’ll do. Her teasing facade dissolves into hesitant yearning. She wants this as bad as the rest of us do.

I silently plead for her to be brave enough to let her guard down and truly experience this, reaching out to touch her hand. Phelix looks like he’s fighting not to bring up his own defenses in the face of her hesitation, and I place my other hand on top of the one gripping my hip.

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