Aliens for Halloween (Monstrous Mistakes)

Chapter 16

Delilah

The hard mattress pressed against my knees as Dave’s thick shaft slid between my parted lips. His moss-green skin glistened with a sheen of sweat in the dim light. I hollowed my cheeks, savoring his familiar taste. But my focus quickly shifted as Zarath’s impressive length nudged against my entrance from behind.

I let out a muffled moan around Dave’s cock as Zarath slowly pressed inside me. The delicious stretch made my toes curl. It felt different than our first time — no sharp pinch of lost virginity, just an exquisite fullness as he eased deeper.

“Is this alright, Delilah?” Zarath’s cultured voice was strained.

I nodded eagerly, my mouth still occupied. Dave chuckled, the sound rumbling through his broad chest. “I think she likes it. You’ll see. She’s a little cock slut, isn’t she.”

I moaned softly and nodded, accepting my fate. I was obsessed with their cocks, I thought about them at all hours of the day, and I would do anything to stuff them inside me, to let them fill me up. I couldn’t argue with his crude words because they were true.

Zarath’s hands gripped my hips as he inched forward. The slow pace was maddening. I wanted — needed — more. I whimpered, trying to press back against him.

“Patience, little one,” Dave murmured, stroking my cheek.

I glared up at him, which only made his golden eyes dance with amusement. How dare he tell me to be patient when every nerve ending in my body was on fire? This feeling — being filled and stretched and wanted — it was intoxicating. Nothing in my sheltered upbringing had prepared me for the raw hunger I felt.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With a surge of desperation, I slammed my hips back towards Zarath, forcing his thick length fully inside me. A cry tore from my throat as the most delicious pleasure ripped through me. With Dave, it had felt like I’d been split in two, but somehow, I didn’t care. This time, my body was healed and ready to fuck, and having Zarath buried deep inside me was the most delicious sensation I could imagine. This was my choice, my rebellion against everything I’d been taught.

And I needed more.

“Delilah!” Zarath’s voice was a mix of concern and pleasure. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me still. “You need to adjust, little one. Don’t hurt yourself.”

I squirmed against his grip, desperate for more friction, letting go of his cock for a moment. “I don’t want to adjust,” I growled. “I want to feel everything. Now.”

Dave’s warm chuckle filled the air. “Patience isn’t exactly her strong suit, Z.”

I glared up at him. “You try being patient when you’re this turned on,” I grumped. “It’s torture just being in a room with you two without being stuffed full. I want you inside me.”

“Such a greedy little thing,” Dave teased, his eyes glinting with affection.

Before I could retort, I felt Zarath’s hand snake around to my front. His long fingers found my clit, circling and teasing the sensitive nub. My eyes nearly crossed at the sensation.

“Perhaps this will help you focus on something other than impatience,” Zarath murmured, his formal tone at odds with his actions.

I moaned, my body clenching around him involuntarily. The mix of pleasure from his touch and his cock left me trembling and desperate for more.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” I moaned, shifting forward and sucking happily on Dave’s massive cock. As Zarath began to move in slow, luxurious thrusts, he purred about how my human pussy was the best place he’d ever felt. I couldn’t help but preen a little inside, despite the situation we found ourselves in.

Dave’s hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Inside any of your holes?” His hands trailed down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Yes!” I gasped, rocking back against Zarath’s hips. “Any time you want it, it’s yours. Just take me, use me, make me yours.” The words spilled from my lips, and as much as I cringed at the dirty talk, I meant every word.

Zarath’s pace quickened, his normally controlled demeanor slipping away. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“That’s my girl,” Dave coaxed, his voice low and soothing. “You’re doing so well.”

Zarath’s other hand stilled, his cock throbbing inside me as he waited for my body to adjust. Slowly, the discomfort faded, replaced by a building ache, a need so strong I thought I might combust if I didn’t get more.

“Tell me,” Zarath ground out, his teeth gritted, “how badly do you want us both, Delilah?”

“Please, Zarath,” I begged. “Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t think straight. Fill me up, both of you. Make me yours.”

“I think she’s ready for more, Z.”

Zarath didn’t need any further encouragement. He began to move, slow at first, but each thrust went deeper, harder, faster. Dave’s hands slid back to grip my hips, guiding me in a matching rhythm as his lubed finger pressed against my ass, seeking entrance.

“Ready, baby?” he growled in my ear.

I could only nod, panting and mewling as the sensations overwhelmed me. I’d never imagined I’d be in this position, literally, but I’d never felt more alive.

“That’s right,” Dave purred, working himself against my tight entrance. “Take it. You were made for this, Delilah. Made to be ours. Let me prep that tight hole to take Zarath’s cock while I fuck you.”

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, arching my back as they began to move in earnest. “Fuck me. I’m yours. I’m yours to share.”

Zarath moved faster as Dave’s hand worked my asshole and his other hand skimmed down over my clit, making me buck off of the bed and slam my hips against Zarath’s.

“I’m close,” I whimpered, my climax building. “Oh God, I’m so close!”

“That’s it,” Dave growled. “Come for us, Delilah. Show us how much of a whore you are for us.”

And with those words, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My entire body tensed, coils of pleasure wracking my every nerve as I screamed out their names.

I couldn’t respond as Zarath and Dave shifted our positions again. With a surprising display of strength, Zarath lifted me effortlessly, guiding me to straddle Dave’s powerful form. My breath caught as Dave’s massive Aikkoan cock pressed against my entrance, the bulbous head stretching me wide.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dave cooed, his golden eyes locked on mine as I sank down onto him. “Take all of me.”

I whimpered as I was impaled, my body adjusting to his impressive girth. The spiraling veins along his shaft sent jolts of pleasure through me with each tiny movement. Just as I thought I couldn’t possibly feel any fuller, I felt Zarath’s hands on my back, urging me to lean forward.

“Are you ready for more, little one?” Zarath’s silky voice sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded frantically, beyond words as I felt the blunt head of Zarath’s cock, slick with some kind of lubricant, pressing against my ass. Dave’s wings curled around us, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

“Such a needy little cocksleeve,” Dave purred, the crude words somehow sounding like praise from his lips. “Desperate to be filled from both ends, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, overwhelmed by sensation. “Please, I need it. Need you both.”

As Zarath began to push inside, stretching me impossibly further, I realized that no matter how I moved, I was driving one of their cocks deeper into me. The feeling of fullness, of being completely owned and desired by these two incredible beings, was intoxicating.

“How does it feel, Delilah?” Zarath asked, his usual clinical tone rough with desire. “To be caught between us, filled so completely?”

I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak. “Amazing,” I managed to choke out. “Too much... not enough... everything.”

That seemed to spur them on, because they both began to move faster, harder, their hips slapping against my ass and stomach in a primal rhythm. Dave’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my pace, as he called me every filthy name in the book.

“You’re mine, you beautiful fuck toy,” he growled in my ear. “This tight pussy was made for cock.”

“And this ass,” Zarath growled in return, plunging deeper.

And I did love it. Every dirty word, every rough thrust, sent me higher and higher until I was dizzy with pleasure. I screamed their names, riding out another rough orgasm. My arms buckled beneath me, and they held me where they needed me, fucking my limp body with wild abandon, as they used my body for their own pleasure, and I found I didn’t care. All I cared about was the delicious friction between my thighs, the way their cocks filled every inch of me.

I felt Zarath tense first, his breathing hitching in my ear. “I’m close, Dave. Can I?”

“Yeah, fuck, come inside her,” Dave growled, his hips picking up the pace. “I want her holes dripping with cum.”

That was all it took. I felt Zarath swell inside me, his thick, warm seed jetting into my contracting asshole, and at the same time, Dave’s cock swelled even more, if that were possible, before he groaned out his release, his hot cum spilling into my pussy.

I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me, my entire body shaking with the force of it. My nails dug into the fabric of the sheets below me, but it was nowhere near enough to anchor the pleasure coursing through my veins.

Finally, our panting breaths were the only sounds in the room. Dave and Zarath held me between them for a moment longer, our hearts pounding in unison. Slowly, they pulled out of me, the loss of their heat and weight making me whimper softly.

“Well,” Dave said, his voice a deep rumble in his chest, “I’d say that’s a new personal best.”

Zarath chuckled, and I could hear the affection in his voice as he said, “I’ll second that.”

They helped me flip onto my back, and I stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. My body buzzed with an otherworldly lightness, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so... complete.

I let out a long, shuddering breath as we collapsed into a tangled heap of sweaty limbs. My body thrummed with residual pleasure, every nerve ending still sparking with sensation. Dave’s wings enveloped us in a cocoon, his warmth radiating against my back.

Zarath let out a deep sigh. “We’re bound together now,” he murmured, his formal tone softened by post-coital bliss.

My heart skipped a beat. “Am I... your fated mate?” I asked hesitantly, thinking of the romantic tales I’d heard whispered among The Faithful about soulmates destined by God.

Zarath’s lips quirked into a rare smile. “No, not in the way you’re thinking. But after experiencing that...” He paused, his gaze intense. “I’m not giving either of you up.” A warmth that surely came from inside his heart filled me and made me smile.

“Okay, you’re definitely sending us emotions.” Dave’s chest rumbled with laughter behind me. I felt the sharp crack of his hand against Zarath’s ass, followed by Zarath’s surprised yelp.

“Look who’s getting all sentimental,” Dave teased, his golden eyes dancing with mirth. He kissed Zarath’s shoulder, and Zarath hummed appreciatively.

“You’re the one who’s always touching me. Ever since we first met.”

Dave grinned. “Can’t help myself. I know you need it. And I really want to fuck this ass.” He gave Zarath’s ass another rough squeeze, and Zarath groaned. “You’re mine, aren’t you? You asked me permission to come.”

“I did not,” Zarath lied, and I laughed, knowing it was true.