Page 48 of Taken By the Aliens

She was treated to a simultaneous pulse of their cocks, one that made her insides twist in pleasure. She gasped and moaned. She had never felt pleasure this intense, never imagined that it was possible.

“Again,” Voso murmured, behind her.

“I love you,” she whispered.

And then she said nothing, because her body was overcome by screaming pleasure. Voso’s hand went to her throat as she tipped her head back against him, and another orgasm built inside of her. She wanted to say it again, but she could not catch her breath enough to say it.

And so she would remain, for the next few hours, a willing captive between their hot, slippery bodies, her own filled with the throbbing, massaging enormity of their cocks. When at last they came, she was exhausted completely and barely managed to stay awake until their bodies shuddered to a restful state, and they could at last decouple.

But by the time that happened, she was already fast asleep in their arms, her forehead to Mozok’s chest, their arms around her, sleeping the most blissful, exhausted, elated sleep of her life—devoid of dreams, for what could she dream that would be more of a dream than her two lovers?

Nothing.

The End