Page 64 of Her Alien Delegate
"What are you hiding in your mating seam?" Vaquel nipped at my ear, and I leaned into his hold.
"Why don't you find out?" I nipped back and caught his lip, bringing him into a deep kiss. Moaning into his mouth, I felt Broma pull the replica of an unGor cock from my aching core.
"It isn't to size," Pheyal admonished, and I laughed.
"Prove it," I challenged him. Pheyal liked a contest, even if it was one that was easily won. He was the largest of the three of them.
Pheyal growled and Broma licked my juices from the temporary unGor cock that had held me together in their absence.
"For one, little mate, this toy doesn't have any ormete," Pheyal said, and I watched as his already hard cock got wrapped up with ormete tentacles, expanding its size. The tips wiggled at the base as they wrapped to the top and back again.
Broma tossed the toy to the side and inhaled my scent before leaning in to lick up my thigh. He gave extra attention to the mark he had given me there of the AsunGor life flower and then moaned. "You're dripping for us. And I've been especially thirsty for you."
His tongue licked between my lips to play with my clit. No longer being held back by the mating harness, I felt everything and the need to be full again drove me crazy.
Vaquel's fingers traveled down my chest and over my nipple with a flick before he swiped between my legs for his own taste. "Do you know why I'll wait for you?" He whispered as I heard his lips smack with each pop of his fingers, sucking off my juices. I whimpered and shook my head for him to tell me. "Because this isn't sharing. I'm not being nice. When they're done filling you with their seed, it will be my cock that makes it gush from your mating seam to make room for my own. I'll pump you so hard that all that's left is me. Nod if you understand," Vaquel demanded.
Pheyal chuckled and used his knuckle to turn my chin towards him. "Being away from you has made him needy. I'll make sure you're ready for him."
Broma spread my legs and then kissed my thigh before he moved out of the way to watch. "Such a pretty view." He stroked himself slowly. "Be a good girl and let Vaquel hold you up for Pheyal."
Vaquel lowered himself, pressing kisses to my back as he linked his arms under my knees. "Lean into me," he guided as he lifted me up, spreading my legs wide for Pheyal.
"Let me remind you what real unGor feels like," he said as he pressed his cock at my entrance. Needy for him, I bucked, and Vaquel backed up with a tsk of his tongue clucking to the roof of his mouth.
"Let me help you," Vaquel insisted and then eased me forward again. Pheyal gripped my hips and grunted as precum dribbled from his cock. He rubbed himself along my sensitive lips and then notched himself to edge me to insanity with dipping in and out of my pussy.
"Fuck," I swore as he did it again. My head swung back as I arched into Vaquel's support, and my arms wrapped around Pheyal's neck to pull him closer.
"Do you feel that?" Vaquel panted in my ear behind me. "How his cock struggles to fit with his ormete wrapped around it? Take your small fingers and go down there to open yourself for him."
I whimpered my agreement, and rubbed my fingers along his ormete, trying to help push it inside of me. He moved in a little bit more and we both moaned, but it wasn't enough.
"Don't you remember how I helped you before?" Vaquel urged. And I did, vividly. He used his own finger to push inside of me around Broma's cock and helped him slip inside while his finger was pushed out.
"Mmm Hmm," I agreed and rubbed my finger against my clit until I used two fingers to slide on either side of his cock and pushed until they were inside me before I rocked my pussy closer while pulling them back out.
"Nnngh, yes!" I screamed as he filled me.
"So tight," Pheyal gasped. "You take all of me so well." He gripped my hips and pulled me closer until I felt him so deep, my body spasmed.
"That's it," Vaquel cooed. "I've got you."
"Use the wall for support," Pheyal prompted Vaquel, and he scoffed in response.
"Do not make me wait longer than I must."
"Don't rush him, Vaquel," Broma said with a grunt, his cock in his hand as his ormete tentacles wrapped up his arm.
I smiled at them, loving the way they bickered together in a way that held so much warmth and understanding between them.
"Strength, support, and everything," I mumbled to myself, but I knew they heard me.
Pheyal pitched forward and worked himself inside me, slow and deep, grunting with each thrust. "I got one of my first scars from dueling the father of a female I'd refused to give my mating cock to. Word spread of how difficult I was to mate with, and my scars grew as their egos were crushed for not winning the contest that was claiming me."
"Pheyal," I moaned his name as he pumped into me, each thrust deliberate as he told me his story. He chose me to claim this victory.
Vaquel added behind me as I pulled Pheyal's lips to mine to kiss him, "He lost his eye not just to free unGor from slave trade, but because he had to kill the slaver or mate with a slave for entertainment. He saved himself for you."
