“Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fuck me…”

Ruby would repeat it, over and over again, her lily-white skin clammy and sweating as her breaths billowed up her bare breasts in rapid, shallow, panicked breaths. 

Tattoo had rescued her. 

He had not spoken, not directly, showing images of the gigantic jellyfish in the sea, its tendrils insert in a thousand different girls constantly convulsing with orgasm after orgasm. My roommate had been attached for months, pussy, anus and mouth still dripping with the alien seed. She had been lost out there, claimed by the greater alien consciousness that remained after a splintering of minds, trapped forever in an endless cycle of sex. 

Where her mind still stayed, battered and nearly broken through continual climaxes. 

I stroked her dark hair, watching her eyes dart back and forth from me to the fleshy tent we lay against. Every inch of the gelatinous cube was Tattoo, pink except for one black splotch. The alien effortlessly constituted himself into whatever shape he wanted, and yet always resembling a deformed octopus, complete with pulsing tentacles perfectly designed to be inserted inside of me. 

He could change to fit my mood, indulging in whatever sex act I craved. 

But now there was a necessity in the shape. Tattoo wouldn't say it. He rarely actually talked, so there were some similarities to a man in my extraterrestrial boyfriend. 

Only he relied on images, instantly transmitting thoughts telepathically so that they almost became my own, meshing our minds together until it became hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Tattoo had become a part of me, and instead of revulsion at his multi-pronged assault on my body, I came to crave his touch, needing to be rashed nightly by the creature. 

I loved him. 

I’d told him that when he returned, waking me from a day-long doze, leading me into a stolen car, and then deep into the state park. He sustained us, secreting all the essential fluids and nutrients through each tentacle, but I knew something was wrong. 

We were in hiding. 

Ruby’s rescue came with a cost. 

I knew what he showed me. Flashes of aliens like him, abducting girls, creating harems, ravishing their beautiful bodies in countless different contrivances until every piece became deflowered. And with their minds, they controlled and captivated their female prey, spreading, growing, and eyeing each other as millions became enthralled. 

“Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fuck me.”

My hands went to her clit.

Wait!

Tattoo was focused. I could tell he was trying something, images of Ruby’s mind were flashing across my eyes, memories of her with several men,  sex… and then her with me, taken together by Tattoo in the tub, his tentacles wriggling inside both of us. The images flashed, then shattered, struggling against another

The Overgasm.

She needed denial. Not all at once, the shock might kill her. But Tattoo had slowly brought down the hours he spent inside of her over the past two weeks. Now she actually slept soundly without needing massive alien cocks inserted in every orifice.

But still, she woke up like this. 

“Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“Ruby, Ruby, please love, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I said, my hands running over her face. 

Her eyes were wild, not quite seeing me. 

“Please fuck me.”

“I will, Ruby, I will, but you’re okay,” I tried. “It’s okay, Tattoo has us now. He’ll take care of us. Protect us.”

A mental tremor cut through the alien’s mind before he could stop me from feeling it. A nightmarish monster, rising out the west, claiming and consuming all with his endless entities. 

Dagoth. 

Then the image pulled back from my mind so that I almost forgot it. 

“You’re okay, it’s okay,” I said. “I’m going to help.”

I moved with the image projected into my mind, my fingers following the suggestion to reached down in her sex, still dripping with my boyfriend’s cum. Tattoo used us both, always able to fill another hole. Always knowing what we really wanted. So now he waited, letting Ruby get used to being teased again. 

To the build-up and slow down of pleasure, those special moments before and after orgasmic ecstasy…

“Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fuck me.”

I went slowly, sucking on her larger nipples, biting a little as I tap-danced my first two fingers on her clit. I traced in circles, then went lower 

“Please…. Fuck… me…”

I moved my fingers inside of her, easily fitting inside of her wet and trembling vagina. Our eyes met, and I couldn’t help myself, meeting our lips together in our first kiss since she had been taken. And for a second, she seemed to tug back, her tongue touching mine. 

“Please…”

And I thought…

“Fuck…”

I let all the anticipation out in a long sob. 

“Me…”

I moved lower, swallowing hard, and moving my mouth in between her legs. I had to hold her thighs apart, she was shaking, trying to thrust herself against the empty air. But she was so weak and thin, easy to adjust and move. I licked at her pussy, using my fingers to curl up inside of her cunt. 

We hadn’t been lovers long, just for a few weeks after Tattoo had first taken me. But I remembered what she liked. I pushed against where my tongue touched, feeling her hips start to shake, her waist bucking gently up against me as she started to convulse. Her thrashing became more violent, and pink tentacles of every shape and size helped me hold her, keeping her still as Ruby vibrated against me. 

Again, I tried kissing her, only to see her mouth moving again. Crestfallen, I looked away…

“Rachel!” 

Her eyes opened, suddenly alert.

“Ruby?”

“Please fuck me! Rachel, Rachel, please. Please fuck me. Please Rachel, Rachel fuck please-”

The pink tentacles inserted themselves as I sank to my knee against the pink wall of flesh. Unable to control myself, I started crying as Tattoo moved inside her mouth, anus, and pussy all at once, the begging finally ceasing as her cunt took control. 

I watched my friend transform back into a being of pure transcendental ecstasy, her eyes rolled back her head, her breasts, larger and wide, billowing with each desperate breath as he took her in front of me, satisfying her desperate desire for cock. 

Rachel.

He reminded me, placing the image of her saying my name in my mind. 

And his appendages grew around me, the tears still wet on my cheek, moving gently up my legs. One of his feelers dried my eyes, gently rubbing my shoulders with a dozen smaller tendrils as I exhaled. I could feel several phallic tentacles flopping around my thighs, swelling and oozing small drops of pre-cum. 

Even with her in his grasp, another set of tentacles embedded in every one of Ruby’s holes, Tattoo lusted for me. 

Vine-line pink tentacles twisted around my breast, squeezing them hard, then clamping down hard on my nipples. I let out a groan when he let go, Tattoo knowing I needed this rough release of emotion. He added pressure until my tits ached, his other cocks sliding towards my holes. 

One rose up in between my legs, almost playfully, its head almost expressing its anticipation. I smiled a little, trying to push down the sadness. 

But he waited until I opened my mouth before beginning, letting me signal when I was ready. Because despite everything, I still needed his touch, probably more than ever. 

Another telepathic message flashed, a suggestion at what might relieve all of us…

His tentacles moved us while pushing into all three holes so that I joined Ruby. holding her around the shoulders, our breasts bumping against each other as I tried almost comically to cuddle her much taller body against my petite frame. 

Then her head dropped, laying on my chest as the tentacle in between her lips slowed and sprayed. Tattoo pulled out, cum dripping out of her mouth and onto my diminutive breasts. Her cheeks continued trying to swallow until another tentacle pushed her head down, helping her latch onto my nipple. 

Pleasure had already been building as I was slowly, gently and thoroughly fucked. But Ruby’s touch caused ecstasy to jolt up through three cocks, each moving perfectly inside of me. 

I’d almost forgotten the sexual feel of a woman, and desire came crashing back at once. Her body tangled against mine, the two of us shaking together in orgasmic bliss as Tattoo fucked us together.

Ruby let go of my nipple, opening her mouth absently to suck another cock. She barely reacted, lost as my hands stroked her hair, the tentacles ravaging my slender frame. I came again, my head between her breasts, motorboating her large titties as he fucked me into her. He ejaculated almost continuously, semen dripping down her tits as I sucked greedily at her moon-shaped nipples, desperate for the feel of another woman. 

Her hand closed around my blonde hair, pulling me close just for a second before falling away limply. 

It was enough to prompt me lower. Thankfully, Tattoo helped, adjusting Ruby on her back so that I could bend down between her legs. My tongue lapped at her clit as he came inside of her pussy, and I licked lower, drinking it up before another tentacle thrust forward, taking its place. 

The cocks inside of my anus and pussy filled and spasmed, the warm jet of cum nearly bringing me toward another orgasm. It was all I could do to keep my mouth open at points, my head simply resting on Ruby’s thigh as I shook, nearly senseless with satisfaction. 

I breathed, returning to her pussy, my nose nestling in her pubic hair as I licked. Tattoo helped me, his cocks driving in and out, her breathing changing until Rachel shot up as though suddenly awakened. 

The cock in her mouth pulled back in the process of ejaculating, spraying cum all over her face and the back of my head. 

“Rachel!”

Ruby screamed it.

I pulled up from her pussy, both of us still inserted on twin cocks with tiny ridges and nubs designed to touch us. Ruby’s eyes were open and focused, her mouth meeting mine as we kissed. Her lips and tongue met mine, wild and frantic, the two of us grabbing each other close. Cum leaked down from our holes, spreading and combining as Tattoo coated us with more of his semen. 

“Rachel…”

She moaned as my lips kissed her neck.

“Please…”

“Anything love, anything you want,” I moaned, again rocking back and forth the cocks driving in and out of my used cunt and ass. 

I was becoming nearly delirious, my hands squeezing against her breasts, my face pressed up against her body as Tattoo continued to fuck us, bringing me back to that first time. It seemed so long ago and yet still reverberated so vividly in my mind. And again, I shared them together, our three bodies perfectly intertwined in cum and connection, our minds tethered into one. 

“Rachel please…”

I held her underneath the ears, my eyes wishing her to ask me anything, to give her whatever she wanted even as another throbbing current shook through my senses. 

“Anything!” 

“Rachel please fuck me!”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But she was coming back, slowly…

We came together again and again through the night, both of us so lost in lust that I doubted any observer would have been able to tell the difference in mental capacity.

Until we collapsed together, me cuddled up blissfully against her breasts, her arm clasped around my cum-covered body.