End of Chapter 40

The handsome alien was squatting on the grass, ass bare, teeth on the hem of his shirt pulled up so hard it seemed on the verge of tearing. He had his jeans puddling to his ankles. Cum glistened pearly over the lush, honeyed skin of his abdomen—sun-tanned a pretty gold. And he was melting, sweat dripping down a dewy lithe body, bouncing up and down on his own thick violent blue limb.

Rue gawked, because she should be disgusted, should be horrified that she'd allowed those nasty tentacles to graze her skin in the past. But she couldn't help the pulse of heat that began between her legs, slick dribbling down her thighs, sticky and hot.

Her eyes caught on the all-consuming darkness that burned in Valentino's eyes, the wilderness that had him vulgarly fucking himself on his goddamn tail. His cock stood tall and hard, his brows furrowed, eyes crossed from the concentration, the loll of his tongue pushed out from lust. The echo of squelching sounds rippling across the grass.

Valentino's tentacles were fucking his ass and there were more tails now toying with the length of his cock, feathering over the perk of his swollen nipples, twisting and pulling like a sick, sensual dream. And were those fucking suction cups on his tentacles, kissing up the length of his cock, suckling at the head? Rue gaped at the sight as he shuddered with tears in his eyes, body heaving from the pleasure of it all. Air expelled from her lungs in a sharp wheeze.

Valentino froze.

He leapt up with cheeks flaming only redder, his form stuttering. The warm ripe scent of strawberry wafting from him like a violent cloud of boiling sugar. He wailed, almost tripping to his knees, caught in the act he was horrified. But his tentacles continued their descent upon him as if he could not control himself.

He stammered, hands lifted to his face"R-Rue! It's not what you think!"

Altair purred, "it is exactly what you think."

"NO!" Valentino wailed, voice husky, jaw clenched tight when the tentacle continued thrusting into him with a force that had his entire body jiggling. "Altair's fucking pheromones. I can't stop myself when he infects me with them—" A hoarse groan escaped him, he moaned, clenching around himself. There was pathetic desperation in his eyes as he clambered forward to look at her. "I don't do this. I'm not like this. I'm not!"

"Don't worry," Altair laughed. "She's into that."

Rue hissed dropping Altair to the ground like a sack of potatoes. But her heart was hammering and soaring, she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel the arousal rushing up her spine. That she didn't stare, gaze lingering on him. Her fingers itched, and something hot inside her chest beckoned her to call to those tails like they were her own. "Altair," she said, "you can control Valentino's tentacles."

"That's not control," Altair shrugged, a pout on his lips. "That's just encouragement. He's doing it to himself."

She looked at Valentino now, noting the hooded gaze. The jerk of his hips, his body gyrating into the tail. The way he remained silent with Altair's words, waiting for her response, hoping for her approval.

Altair was right, Valentino was just horny as fuck.

She grimaced, but inside she was salivating like an idiot. "You're both so damn fucking nasty."

"But you like it," Altair teased, "I can taste it on you." He purred, spinning to lay on the ground. "Look at your pathetic soulmates." He groaned, feathers spilling around him, his body splayed open, scent gland revealed. "So, fucking greedy for pleasure. Come on baby." He egged her on, a mean little smirk on his lips. "Use your powers. Look at Valentino, don't you think he could go a little faster?" He dragged his fingers up his chest, fingers to his throat. "Don't you think I should be punished for being so damn naughty?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Rue cursed at her sanity that had melted like molasses, dripping down to hell.

"W-what powers?" Valentino stammered out; his embarrassment hot on his cheeks. "What's going on?"

And fuck her mind for listening, fuck the adrenaline for rushing through her veins giving her a boost of confidence. Her fingers were twitching into action, heart soaring into the sky. The inferno in her body blossomed, a rush roaring that resembled the call of a Heat. Their bodies were like beacons, and she was merely answering their call. Valentino's blue tentacles froze, caught in mid-act, twitching in the air, and she could feel it now the shiver of energy that shifted, turning her into a predator coiled and ready to pounce.

Her eyes snapped to his and took.

She could feel him, the flaccidity and tautness of each twirling limb. The gentle suckle of the cups that ran up his length. The way he expanded and squeezed, the sensation so divine, it had her compelled by the debauchery. His body listened to her, his tails listened to her. It stretched for her, it moved for her, dancing to her song. And the feeling within her chest grew, erupting into a gargantuan sensation that transformed into a creeping white-hot bliss. Her mind seemed to push to its limits, stretching for Altair now, grasping the flutter and shift of his feathers at the base of his back.

She pulled.

Rue must have blacked out for a moment because she found herself blinking awake from what felt like an orgasm. Her mind was momentarily disoriented, frowning at the sounds of the wet squelching, the panting, the keening moans. Her eyes widened, horrified.

The eros.

They were now both at her feet, on their knees, slack-jawed and squealing, spasming with their asses up like a bad-rated porn. And like some fucked up alien shit, Rue had their tentacles driving in and out of them, milking them, forcing them to cum. A growing puddle of glittery cream had formed on the ground, a spilling mixture of diamonds and pearls.

She shuffled back, hands raised, horrified by her abilities, by the pulse of want in her belly. "Shit," Rue cursed, but her clit pulsed, her pussy ached, slick dribbling from her. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She waved her hands, and still, she felt them, pumping away, fucking the two as if she'd die if they stopped.

Valentino was rasping, lisp heavy. "R-Rue," he was almost sobbing. "H-how many times do you want me to cum?" The wail echoed into a pitched whine, body trembling through another orgasm. He twitched, a gorgeous golden boy, broken apart by her own hands.

And Altair, the most perverted of them all, the one person that had always been confident was now a mewling mess that fucking screamed into the grass. His eyes were a dreamy smear, frenzied whimpers escaping his throat in cute little pants. "I can't do more, I'm sore," his thighs trembled, and his head was tossed back, eyes rolling. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

Rue gasped, horror twisting through her and yet sick satisfaction continued to grow within her. "I'm sorry!" Her hands were reaching for the slimy appendages, yanking as they continued ruthlessly. But the tails continued moving, maddened by the sensations of pleasure, and her mind was greedy for it all. She could feel it, the spongy silk-like inner walls of their bodies, the fatal squeeze of their holes. She barely stifled a moan. "I can't stop it. I don't know how!"

But the moment she got to her knees to help, they were reaching for her. Valentino was snatching her down for a kiss, hastily stealing his chance to claim her lips. Altair immediately crawled to drag a tongue over her neck, fingers fisting in her hair, kisses raining up her throat. She felt the sly grin on Valentino's lips, his mouth claiming her breath with a suckle of her tongue.

She escaped him with a flushed snap. And Altair took that chance to kiss her, nefarious as he toyed with her tongue, chasing her lips with devotion. She might have control of their tails, but she'd fallen headfirst into their damn trap. The distraction had the tentacles thrusting into them, pulverising their prostates and turning them into a bucking wailing mess against her body.

Rue pulled free from the idiots, breathless and high. "Let me fucking concentrate!"

Valentino was groaning, eyes welled and shiny. He was gone, drunk on the pleasure of their collective lust, mind melting into desire. "Omega smells so good, tastes so good." His voice deepened into a raspy timbre.

Altair agreed with a heart-sickening whimper. "Omega's fucking us," he purred. Fucking us so good." His spine bowed. "She's giving us her knot." Rue's eyes widened, mouth falling at the blasphemy of his words.

Valentino giggled. "Omega's going to fuck us so full."

Altair laughed, the cackle almost too evil. "She's going to give us all her pups."

"Fuck us!" Valentino wailed. "Fuck us, fuck us, fuck us—"

And that was perhaps the most provocative thing they'd ever said, because it had her mind snapping, compelled to push them to the edge, almost angered by their comment, a strange rage blistering through her body. The hungry bruising of their lips on her throat was now gone, and they were violently wrenched into insanity. It was a frenzied pace her instincts had set them, a building rhythm that rose into deep heavy slaps that would surely leave them tender and sore.

The tentacles were slapping upon their flesh, pummelling into their holes that clung on desperately with each thrust, and she watched on like a sicko, watched at the crash of their pleasure. The froth of their pleasure spurted from their cocks, pre-cum dribbling all over until it looked as if they were pissing themselves. And she thought of how much she wanted it too, wanted an Alpha to drive her plastered to the wall to a jarring rhythm, wanted an Alpha to make her cum.

And now their tentacles were snaking towards her, running up her thighs, pushing her panties to the side—

She stopped it all with a gasp, the tentacles wrenched violently from their holes. Their bodies froze, twitching. And then they were both cumming, spider-web squirting into the air, whining, abdomen convulsing as they bounced through it all. Valentino with his jaws clenched tight into a grunt, and Altair with a sweet little cry. The wail was crazed, mirrored from their lips, bodies writhing through the overstimulation, pulsing rope after rope of cum.

They collapsed into a wash of euphoria. And she could not help staring at the almost seraphic beauty of their bliss, the freed dreamy look on their faces. The rosy cheeks, the sweat that spilt down their brow. The erotic dribble of too much cum, splattered all over their bodies, pearlescent spunk decorating muscle and bellies.

A moment was all she had before trouble came running.

Kieran stepped in then in a shower of golden light, freezing to the sight with too big eyes. Levi followed in tow; body soaked in the blood of his enemies. He cracked his knuckles, a yawn rippling from his throat. And then he froze.

"What the fuck."

"You're both always too fucking slow," Rue commented, trying desperately to stamp out the embers of her lust, hiding the dribble of slick with a squeeze of her thighs.

Kieran's mouth did not close, gawking at the sight. And Levi whistled. "What the fuck did you do to them?"

Rue stood shakily, thankful that she was mostly untouched, save for some splatters of semen on her pants. "They were putting on a show." She shrugged as if the two unconscious, fucked out eros were the crazy ones. "I don't know what happened, I just watched."

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