So the Dryth appear to be Time Lords, or maybe they raided Gallifrey and took the TARDIS with them. In any case, far as I can tell, their ship is much bigger on the inside than it has any right to be.

Or maybe I’m just running in circles.

Yep, I’m running. Yes, naked, with stuff dripping down my legs. Yes, I’m holding on to my boobs. No, it’s not a pretty sight. No, it doesn’t make a ton of sense in my head, but my body saw Bane’s glare and went RUN! RUN! RUN! … so here we are. Running.

“You threw jars of lotion at the Space Mongol and yelled at him. What kind of total moron does that, Valerie?!” I scold myself – in a gasping, noiseless sort of voice – as I run.

Out of breath yet unable to stop, I fumble at another door-opening mechanism – or is it the same damn one I already fumbled with twice? – and let out an involuntary whimper when the door behind me hisses open. Bane follows me with the same silent, steady insistency with which he pursued me through the bedroom nine days ago. He doesn’t run, he just… marches towards me and I’d be lying if I said the Terminator-esque single-mindedness of it didn’t make my heart (and other body parts) flutter. Mostly, though, it makes me want to pee. Or maybe that’s his spike drumming against my bladder.

Finally, I seem to have hit the right buttons and the door slides open for me.

At the end of this corridor – this terribly familiar corridor – Rune is blocking the next door, tall as a tree and still as a stone statue. Only his tail is twitching and swishing from side to side, getting more agitated as he sees me there.

I look around in a bit of a panic – yep, Bane is already almost there – and swerve to the right with another whimper, then climb up a narrow ladder that’s installed there, hoping that the hatch at the end will open. I feel more than hear the two males following close behind me – surely close enough to grab my ankle? Oh God, oh God. My breath whistles in sharp, short bursts in and out of my lungs.

I push against the hatch somewhat frantically, and then suddenly fall upwards, and then sideways, and hit a soft(ish) surface with a thump.

Okay, it’s not a TARDIS. It’s David Bowie’s goblin king staircase castle, all upside-down and sideways and crazy ass gravity. My poor battered shins and knees throb.

Barely taking enough time for a deep inhale and without looking around too much, I scramble back onto my feet and resume my run, away from the hole in the wall behind me, blindly heading for the trees in the middle distance.

Trees? I blink and wipe my eyes with my wrist and immediately regret it because a) I had to let go of my boob to do so, which was an unwise move, and b) my wrist was slightly sweaty and now the sweat is in my eyes, too. Great job, Val. God only knows how you survived this long.

But, yes – there are trees and shrubs and flowers in this spaceship, with what sounds like actual birds in them, and their floral, resinous scent hits my nose with the next breath in. They grow out of rust-colored soil which feels like wet sand underneath my feet, and even climb up the walls and reach up all the way to the milky-white ceiling.

The plants humidify the air so much there’s a mist wafting around with water droplets so thick that I’m practically bathed before I even reach the tree line. Once in the “forest”, the broad leaves and branches of the exotic vegetation wipe their moisture on my skin and dampen my hair until I’m dripping all over and slip’n’slide around the soft ground on my bare, wet feet.

I have no idea where I’m going or if there is actually a place to go. I figure if I just walk straight on (or as straight as possible), I’ll eventually hit a wall, and then maybe I can look for another door…?

(And then? What then, Val?)

(Shut up, I’ll figure something out once I get th-)

The clearing comes so surprisingly I stumble over my own toes and then stop dead in my tracks.

There’s a dark blue cloth stretched overhead between the crowns of the trees, like a big, beautiful shade sail. It keeps the empty sleeping area underneath it clean, dry and shady.

That’s clearly what it is – a sleeping area, even though there’s no bed. The floor, cleared of trees and shrubbery, is laid out with squishy tatami-like mats, there are Dryth-sized dips in the floor. A couple of nondescript lumps that look like they could be used as headrests or pillows are lying around.

And there’s a flat sort of rock sitting at the opposite side of the area, and on that rock, there’s Bane. Naked as the day he was born – I mean, I assume Dryth are born naked? They might also spring forth from Dratha wombs in full armor – and relaxed as ever, and looking at me like he had been waiting for some time.

You couldn’t tell by his face but it seems he’s very happy to see me.

I mean, his tail is waving at me.

Both of his tails, really.

Panting (and telling myself that it’s because of the physical exertion and not at all because of the wet and gloriously naked male in front of me, and certainly not because my vagina has fully recuperated from the last orgasm and is more than ready for the next round), I take a couple of minutes to stand there and look at him and catch my breath.

And then I take a resolute step forward. Toward him.

Yep. That’s me, giving up.

There’s comfort in inevitability. It’s a lesson I learnt back on Earth, in my string of shitty jobs. Dead-end situations where there’s literally only one thing to do got me through my formative years, through my twenties, and through a damn alien abduction, not to mention my job as an intergalactic sex slave/prostitute, with most of my sanity intact.

In this case, while it’s probable that Bane may punish me in some way, it’s inevitable that he’ll fuck me again (oh, what a truly, entirely horrible fate! my pussy weeps at me), so I might as well get it over with. I mean, what the hell else am I supposed to do? I’m on this ship and can’t find my way out of it. And even if I did, there’s really no point in even going out there. There’s nothing for me on that planet.

Of course, I did pelt the dude with heavy, solid objects, cussed him out and ran away from him. Pretty sure entire planetary systems got smote by the Dryth for less. Way less.

My arms cross in front of my chest defensively and I rub my palms up and down the goosebumps on my upper arms.

“So, uh. Hello. Again. Nice ship you’ve got here,” I begin and want to smack myself upside the head, but I can’t stop. “Interior design is on point, so far as I’ve seen anyway.”

Bane acknowledges that he’s heard me speaking with the barest of chin dips and a lazy sort of blink that reminds me of a big cat. Alright. So far, so good.

“Does it… does the ship belong to you? Or to, uh, Rune? Or to someone entirely else? I mean-“ I don’t really know what I mean. I manage to shut up.

A whole minute goes by before Bane surprises me by opening his mouth.

“It belongs to us,” he says simply.

I nod as if that clears things up.

“So you and Rune, you’re…” Oh, boy, I messed up, didn’t I? “Are you, like, pilot and co-pilot? Or… friends? … Brothers?” Shit shit shit. “Not father and son, or anything, surely?” I give a nervous sort of laugh, the kind that says ‘Yep, I made a complete ass out of myself trying to play off family members against one another!’

“Look, uhm, I panicked a bit, back at the bar because I saw him there and you’d just, you know, killed Ike in the bath,” I babble. “I was overwhelmed by the situation and… Yeah. I panicked. I figured I-“

“You fought,” he interrupts me – my mouth clicks shut – and dips his head again, this time to show me a spot on his scalp. On the side of his horned ridge, there’s a darker smudge on his already dark skin. A bruise? A wound?

Understanding dawns. It’s where I caught him with that first jar. My mouth immediately dries up entirely and my bladder contracts into the size of a pebble.

Holy shit, I bruised a Dryth. If aliens come and reduce the solar system containing the Earth to stardust, it’s my fault.

“I—I’m so sorry-“ I begin, opening my hands in a placating gesture, even as a voice in the back of my head is protesting quite loudly against this subservient bullshit. You know what, I’m not sorry at all. You deserved it, you-

“You strategized, and you fought,” he repeats.

His eyes shine as they connect with mine.

He… He sounds… pleased?

I blink, my mouth still open. “Uh. Yes?” ‘Strategizing’ is a rather big word for what I did, but alright.

He gets up. And up. And up. Holy hell, I’ll never get over just how much these guys tower over me, even from a couple of paces away. It’s not just run-of-the-mill towering like any other tall guy back on Earth, no. The Dryth have made towering into an art form.

And boy, there’s a whole lot of wet, gleaming skin. Bane has evidently also been through the misty, dewy forest – plus, he’s dripping. He’s dripping milky lubrication or maybe pre-ejaculate down the insides of his legs, his pulsing and undulating cock is weeping it in thick droplets and strings, and goddamn it, that should be icky but isn’t. Like, at all.

My fingers, palms, and the tip of my tongue start to tingle in unison and I’m starting to think that this – this ravenous, primal hunger that’s rising from my middle outwards – is what Earth men feel when they part a woman’s legs and find her pussy already soaking wet and twitching in anticipation. I lick my lower lip and pull it between my teeth while my eyes stay magically glued to that fascinating organ between the Dryth’s thighs that apparently wants to show off just how much he wants me.

Message received, big guy.

“I like it when they fight, human Ree,” he reminds me with that same wicked gleam in his eyes I had seen nine days ago, taking a half-step towards me.

I automatically inch backwards even as my nipples strain forward.

Suddenly, the back of my neck starts to prickle. Before I can react, two dark arms come around me from behind. A hand grabs an elbow on each side. They pull my arms away from where they are crossed over my chest and lock them to my sides so that I can’t really do much more than squirm in place without causing my shoulder joints to protest.

Rune steps up close to me until his front is pressed against my back, and his tail tip – that wicked, evil thing of beauty – drifts up my leg again. The frayed tip none-too-gently slaps my outer thigh, just below where my buttock and my thigh meet – one of the most jiggly parts of me, no doubt. At the same time, Rune presses his mouth to the shell of my ear and says, very slowly, very deliberately, “I like it when they run.”

“Oh, my God,” I hush. My entire body pricks with heat and waves of awareness rush up and down through me.

One Dryth in front. One Dryth behind. And me, dwarfed and eclipsed in every way by them, caught in between with no way out, stunned into blissed-out silence and abject fear by the intensity of their desire for me.

For me. Generally average, largely ignorant, slightly too mouthy, slightly too loud, slightly scuffed and used-up Valerie Green from almost literally the other end of the universe – me.

My heart drums madly in my throat and I’m suddenly a little bit afraid that it’s not just because of my body singing to theirs.

Before I can finish that thought, it begins. My eyes fall shut because they don’t stand a chance capturing that which is happening to me. Two pairs of large, hot, hard hands start touching me. My stomach and thighs, my ass and tits, my shoulders and back, my sides all the way up to my sensitive armpits – not a spot is left out of the exploration. Two agile Dryth cocks rub against my skin, leaving their wet mark on my belly, my hips, my buttocks and thighs and between.

Not inside. Not yet. Something inside me is already quivering almost painfully in anticipation though.

I stand on tiptoes and reach forward blindly with my mouth just to sate the need tingling in my lips and to stifle the gibberish moans that spill from them without my permission. I encounter the nape of Bane’s neck and give it a nip with my teeth – his skin is tougher and tauter than that of a human male would be and feels very warm against mine – followed by a soothing lick of my tongue that tastes of something smokey, and lastly a little suction of my lips.

As if they are a single person, a tremor goes through both my alien lovers and they surge against me to tighten their hold just a little more, deliciously trapping and squeezing me between them.

“God, yes,” I sigh and repeat my bite-kiss-suckle on a new square inch of skin, hoping for the same reaction. Suddenly, I’m so very, very hungry for either of them, for more sensation, and my ears strain to hear them gasp and mutter as I do, to hear them groan and hum with pleasure and desire, my fingertips positively need to feel gooseflesh and rising heat on their skin to mirror mine, and my skin shudders with the anticipation of—“Ohh, yes, yes.”

Dryth teeth are sharp and pointy. I have zero doubt they could sink them into my flesh, through my muscle and down to the bone without much effort. Yet Bane and Rune both clearly don’t mean to make me bleed as they nip at the side of my neck and the top of my shoulder respectively – they just want to return the favor, and want to mark me and claim me and hurt me a little. Just a bit, just enough give me souvenirs of this encounter in the form of bruises.

Back on Earth, ages ago, I was never into rough stuff, but this feels so good my legs go all gooey and I barely stay upright by slinging my arms around Bane’s neck while leaning harder against Rune behind me.

“Kiss,” I demand, voice hoarse and rough and foreign with lust. “Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Putting my hand on Bane’s head, I none-too-gently push and pull him until we’re face to face, nose to nose, and then dive for his mouth.

He shies back just a little – obviously there’s no kissing where they’re from, poor boys, and he’s stumped by my face coming so close to his, probably thinking that I mean to bite him in the nose like some sort of rabid A’Draht – but I’m quicker this time and caught him unawares. Our mouths collide and I hold on to him for dear life, determined not to let him get away, absolutely resolved to feel that pink tongue of his against mine even if his teeth cut up my lips in the process.

Luckily, this Dryth is a clever one, open-minded and quick on the uptake. It just takes him only a fraction of a second to catch on to what I’m doing, to recognize that it’s all good, and to join in enthusiastically. Within seconds, he has mastered the fine art of French kissing and—oh my fucking God, that tongue. It’s big, sinewy and very mobile, kinda like his cock, and it has… texture. Using the tip of my own tongue, I feel my way around his mouth, careful with his sharp teeth, and encounter something like frills on the rim and underside of his tongue, spongy little grooves.

Dryth are literally ribbed for her pleasure everywhere. I sigh happily even as I tremble.

If I can’t get this dude to go down on me and put that thing to use between my legs at some point in the near future, I will probably die, and the shame of having disappointed myself and all of my fellow females in the universe will haunt me into the afterlife.

I close my lips around the anatomic marvel that is his tongue and suck it hard into my mouth, getting a taste of hot flesh and something metallic, almost like blood, and him. His hands claw almost helplessly at my waist and arm with the sensation I’m causing and the knowledge that I’m the one doing this to him, with my teensy tiny human mouth, goes straight to my head like some wicked vodka shot, making me dizzy with euphoria.

Underneath my left palm, pressed against the center of his broad upper back, I can feel a rolling growl vibrate inside of him, like a basso purr. Here, kitty, kitty. Let me pet you some more. My right hand slides down from the back of his skull, down his neck and shoulder, across his pec where that lovely vibration is also noticeable, down his slightly inhumanly shaped torso and between his legs.

His cock is already reaching eagerly for my touch and we both make deep noises when I make contact, slipping him into my palm and giving him a long, twisting tug. The appendage twitches and flexes against my fingers and the copious lubrication spills out between my knuckles.

Behind me, Rune hisses between his teeth as if he can feel it, too, or at least some echo of it. And maybe he can? Maybe Dryth are truly telepathic or something? I like the idea a lot because it means I can make two guys very happy with one hand.

Then again, apart from needing a ride off this planet due to my chronically persistent will to survive and my readiness to do what/whoever is necessary to achieve that goal, I am sandwiched between these two because I want to have fun, because I want to have fun with them. Furthermore, I want them to have fun with me. I might be wrong but I have the suspicion that Dryth thinks of intercourse mostly in terms of (albeit sexy) struggle and reproduction. That’s nice and all, but there’s more to it.

Therefore, it is almost my holy duty to show them that sex can be fucking awesome (and awesome fucking) for everyone involved – and exactly how awesome it can be – and in that endeavor, laziness will not do.

So I reach behind me with my other hand and grab Rune’s cock as well where it’s squished against my left butt cheek and also give it a tug, still rubbing my butt against it from the other side.

Rune, being the more talkative of the two, groans low and presses his face into my hair muttering “yes” and  “Ree” over and over while his hips rock forward as he pumps into my fist, the motion echoed in the length of his shaft which feels like a living, breathing thing. His hands come up to cup my tits and he finds my nipples to give them a twisty pull that shoots fire across my body and right into my clit. “Yes,” I parrot him, “Yes. Rune. Yes.”

Fuck, how I missed this. The last sexual partner who didn’t treat me like I was the platypus to his pervert zoophile, apart from Bane, was that one slightly drunk dude in high school. All the others between then and now had, in some way, shape or form, always been a little afraid of me. Or confused about being in that state of undress with me. Or slightly repulsed by me (yet not enough to walk away). Or unsure exactly what do to with me. Or all of the above.

None of them would have touched me with a ten foot pole while I was on my period, that much is clear, let alone kissed me, or clung to me that closely, or licked me that demandingly, or bit me in right that spot, or rubbed the slick tips of their cocks against my clit until I---until I---

“Oohhh fuuuck!” I exclaim, half into Bane’s mouth, and my whole body wants to fold in on itself with release. My heart feels like it’s pinballing around in my chest for a moment, skipping several beats and then hurrying to catch up with itself again. It’s so good it’s almost scary. I gasp for breath.

In that brief respite, during that short inhalation, something happens, something just out of sight of conscious thought. It’s like a change in the metaphorical wind. The fine hairs on my arms and my neck zap upright and my tummy quivers, and not because of my orgasm.

I think I can feel Bane and Rune’s muscles tense, can feel their minds being made up, their resolve being strengthened.

As one, my two paramours decide that it’s their turn. The three of us sink to the ground, onto the spongy dry grass mats that form their beds. Before long, I am on my knees, my hands now holding on to Bane’s upper arms for balance, Bane’s mouth still covering mine and sucking on my tongue just as I did his, and Rune’s big hands grabbing both of my ass cheeks and parting them slightly to-

Oh. Ohh. That’s another tongue. That’s a tongue slithering down my crack and into my anus holy mother of fuck! I arch my back more to give him more access and squeak involuntarily at the sensation. That tongue is much bigger and much more… forceful than any human tongue I had ever encountered, and the man attached to this one has none of the inhibitions that naturally come with licking someone else’s back door, no matter how well-cleaned it might be.

Meanwhile, one of Rune’s fingers slides up and down between my puffy lips and then into my opening, wedging itself in there next to Bane’s spike and stretching my muscles.

No doubt to prepare me for something bigger.

I’m so glad I’m already on my knees.

Bane breaks our kiss – I sigh, ever so slightly sad about my now-empty mouth – and regards me. His irises are positively swirling with light, and even from our new distance, I can hear that engine-like rumble rolling through his torso.

“Breathe,” he says with a hard intensity that instead drives the air from my lungs, but before I can ask him exactly what he means or how the hell I’m supposed to accomplish that when I’ve been kissed like that by a guy that sexy and am being rimmed to within an inch of my life by Rune who, incidentally, has also found my G-spot with his finger, Bane’s hand is at the back of my head, forcing me down.

All the way down. All at once, until the tip of my nose touches his abdomen while my mouth and throat fill up to the brim.

Now, tentacle porn was never much of my thing back on Earth – too badly animated – but the one scene that usually piqued my interest was the moment in which a tentacle would, rather forcefully, enter into the (usually) girl’s mouth. There’s just something scarily, grossly primal about it. About all fiercely demanded blowjobs, really, but especially when it’s with a long, slithery hose made of muscle that may reach all the way down into your stomach.

As it turns out, it’s definitely more gross and scary than primal to have a big, hard, tentacle-like appendage enter your mouth - and then your throat. Your gag reflex makes your body seize up in rather non-sexy ways. The lubrication, which tastes faintly sweet, gets everywhere on your face, drips down your chin, mingling with the snot and tears that suddenly stream from your nose.

But the tentacle porn forgot to mention that the individual at the other end of that appendage would literally bellow in triumph and lust, and would shout your name – your full name, without even mangling it! – into the sky, and that his hand would tangle in your hair as he held you down hard and desperately, just because your lips, mouth, tongue, and throat feel so. Fucking. Good. Around his cock.

“Valerie, yes!” Bane roars and groans.

On my knees, mouth full of spike, nose pressed into this alien’s groin, pussy fingered, ass licked, dizzy with the inability to breathe I feel like the Queen of the Universe.

The cock in my mouth pulses and undulates and reaches even deeper into my throat – I can feel it working itself past my larynx, bulging out my neck – and the movement gives me a little space for breath which I greedily suck down. Bane foils my repeated attempts to draw back, not giving my head an inch of space. Half-panicked, half-angry, all-helpless, I clamp down on his penis with my teeth – judging by the sounds Bane is making, he likes it – and blindly reach with my hands for anything to hold on to. My left settles on Bane’s butt – fuck, it’s like warm steel – and my right reaches all the way back to Rune’s head, feeling that interesting hair-like strip on his scalp and scratching at it.

I wish it were longer so I could rip it out by the roots.

Apparently, that touch counts as encouragement. Both males redouble their efforts to feel, taste and penetrate me, and I can only gurgle and whimper and try to hold on to my sanity between all the sensations.

It works, until Rune gives my asshole one last, long lick that causes reverb from my scalp to my toes, and then his finger retreats from my well-stretched pussy and is immediately replaced by his cock.

I scream, but it comes out as a choked groan. I jerk forward and sideways, but there is nowhere to go. My aliens have locked me down completely.

My body is on fire, and my pussy is the blue part of the flame where it burns the hottest. My muscles burn and shudder and admit the intruder as he presses all the way into me until I swear I can feel him right underneath my belly button, touching my diaphragm.

As if sensing the challenger, Bane’s spike seems to grow in response, filling out the last two square millimeters of space there were inside of me.

So full. So very, utterly full.

I can’t possibly say whose fingers (or tail?) it is that’s pinching my nipples, and pinching my clit, and sinking into my ass, but every last erogenous square inch of my outside is also tended to.

And then, for a good, long while, there’s only movement and feeling and feral, obscene noises and orgasm after orgasm being wrung out of my flesh as I groan and scream and swallow gulp after gulp of Bane’s fluids. Sweat and tears are streaming down my face.

Bane and Rune fuck every last inch of me, taking their time, taking their pleasure. Everything that is soft in and on me, they knead and pound into even greater tenderness. Everything that is hard, they push and prod and manhandle until it becomes soft.

I may have fought. My body may have tried to initiate some sort of emergency protocol, bucking and writhing like an animal, biting and clawing and pummeling my --- handlers? --- to get away from them,  but to no avail. If anything, it probably only made them fuck me harder.

Through the haze of ecstasy, I hear and feel Rune come inside of me first. He shouts my name alongside some wicked curses in his own language and rams me so deeply and fiercely I lose the little breath I have for a moment, and the world dims and brightens again.

The relentless pressure of his cock shifts a little and I faintly note that I am now, as Bane had prophesized, double-spiked.

At least for another day. Then the old spike comes out.

To be replaced by a new one almost immediately, I had no doubt.

I’m already shuddering with anticipation and trepidation and the feeling of Bane’s cock swelling in my mouth and throat as he, too, climaxes with another roar and pulls out halfway. I don’t know whether he does it so his spike doesn’t come off in my esophagus, or so that his cum can flood my tongue and spill over my lips for him to see. Maybe a bit of both. I cough, choke, and then swallow even though my maltreated throat protests, and I hear Bane groan again.

I lick his cum from around my mouth and collect it from my chin with my fingers, licking them, too. He tastes like salt and metal. Neither unpleasant nor pleasant, but I know I will get used to it.

I know I will have plenty of opportunities. Every day. Every night. Several times. For an unspecified amount of time.

Maybe forever.

My heart throbs hard, and so does the entire rest of my body.

And then they spin me around, and Rune’s hand fists my hair as his tongue plunges into my mouth, and Bane’s mouth attaches to my left ass cheek, biting it, and his finger finds my clit.

I’m completely powerless against them.

In the end, I did get eaten by aliens after all.
 

As my heavy, sweaty head sinks onto the squishy floor exactly where the two of them mercifully left me, I can feel the low, steady rolling vibration of engines underneath.

We’re moving.

We’re leaving.

I’m leaving Vurn X’lora 15 on board of a ship owned by two Space Mongols who fuck like they fight – ruthlessly, utterly, leaving no survivors.

What a horrible, horrible fate, my pussy weeps yet again, and then twinges as the two cocks that are stuck inside of me move and squirm, stretching the muscles. I know that I will be terribly sore soon, but for now, I’m just… loose. My whole body is. Even my mind feels kinda baggy.

The thought occurs to me that today’s orgasm count must be closer to fifty than fifteen.

(Doo-doo-dee-doooo, dee-doo-- New high score!)

I breathe out a weak laugh and then give in to the total exhaustion. I know that, as the new personal toy of two demanding Dryth, I’m going to need every second of sleep I can possibly get.

So today, I’m going to fall asleep.

…and tomorrow, I’m going to start teaching them other sex positions.


FIN


Hello! Will you look at that - that was almost not weird, haha!
Just so you know, y’all got Carlos to blame for this sequel and the way it went, really. He put the idea in my head that dear Bane might bring a friend when he came back. Everyone, say “Thanks, Carlos!”
In any case, I hope y’all liked it. Maybe enough to stick around for another part? The characters are growing on me at an alarming rate and there’s so much space (ha!) for activities…
Thank you for reading!
xo cydia