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Several hours later…
The rain had stopped hitting the window about half an hour ago as me and Zyleriks remained coupled together on the couch, the Eliksni wrapped around my smaller, slimmer form, the size difference between us glaringly apparent. Zyler is like a personal heater around me, his body warming my very soul as I cling to his massive upper arms, his secondaries wrapped firmly around my abdomen and squeezing softly, a soft reminder of his love for me. He’s been purring quietly above my head the entire time, a low rumble that makes butterflies float in my belly and leaves me constantly giddy about my luck. Alas, it seems he’s had his fill, the big wall of muscle known as my boyfriend shifting away, hauling me up with him with a trill from his throat.
“Did you enjoy yourself, love? Feeling nice and rested?” His voice is inching towards that deep flirting from before, making heat roll along my spine as I stretch in his lap, feeling a satisfying pop in all my joints that makes me sigh with relief.
“Oh, yes, I dare say that was the most comfy I’ve ever felt in my life!” I lean back against his chest, face tilted up as his head comes down to lay an affectionate kiss on my forehead, his mandibles gliding along my skin ever so slightly. I giggle a bit as he kisses me, red blush colouring my cheeks. “So, did you want to get a good look at me actually wearing your gifts, love?”
He has the gall to act startled at my comment, chirruping with surprise so fake even a blind man could see through it. “Well, of course I would… perhaps maybe even get intimate with you~...” He purrs towards me, and I feel the plates between his legs shift a bit as my own voice turns flirty.
“Slow down, Zy, I haven’t even put the hoodie on yet... you’ll get your intimacy, just you wait~...” With that, I slip out of his lap, carrying the gifted clothes with me and smirking at him. “Give it 5 minutes, then come see me in our room, lovebug. I’ll be waiting~” I walk towards the bedroom, playfully swaying my hips with each step and giggling as I hear Zy make a very aroused noise behind me.
The instant I swing the bedroom door closed, I’m stripping down entirely, the pajamas I had been wearing flying into the laundry basket at the far end of the room. I take a brief moment to inspect myself in the full body mirror on my right, enjoying the sight of my soft, lean upper body juxtaposed against my fuller, rounder lower half, my thighs bouncing a bit with every footfall I make. Smiling at my own visage, I lay my new clothes on the bed, opting to slide a pair of the g-string panties on first. I hadn’t been paying much attention to it earlier, but the material feels almost like a soft rubber, lined with silk along the very edges, and I blush a bit at how considerate Zyleriks was when he bought my gifts.
Shaking my head, I move to actually put the panties on, feeling the g-string stretch around my thighs and pulling slightly on my ass, the skin bouncing freely once the string settles nicely around my hips, flush to my body and comfortably tight. The actual fabric part is peculiarly snug against my length, compacting my genitals into a soft, but quite noticeable bulge between my legs that leaves little to the imagination. I smirk at myself in the mirror, running through a couple poses so I can truly appreciate Zy’s gift to me. There’s a particular satisfaction in the way the panties hold my cock tight even as I push myself into a vertical split, leg pointed straight up into the air while I marvel at the way the fabric clings snugly and comfortably to my nethers, the bulge waving a bit from the movements I’ve been making.
Turning away from the mirror again, I quickly slip on the arm and leg warmers, relishing in the softness of the Eliksni-made fabrics and the way they squeeze my legs slightly with their tightness. I rub my thighs together excitedly, green stripes brushing against each other smoothly and easily, almost gliding with their lack of friction. Quality checked and assured, I finally pull the hoodie over my head, the bottom of it going all the way down to the tops of the leg warmers when I stand up, fluttering a little bit as I spin around. The hood flips up over my head, hanging lightly on my blonde hair, the ends of the sleeves just barely not covering my fingertips. I return to the mirror, observing myself one last time before Zy begins to make his move, smiling with satisfaction at my feminine looks, acutely aware of the boner straining against my panties from the euphoria.
A knock at the door stymies me out of my thoughts as Zyleriks makes his presence known, the door swinging open slowly as he ducks his head through the frame. He takes a single look at me before I can hear his intense, rumbling purr echoing through the room; it seems he’s also quite the fan of my girly looks, made even more obvious by the way speaks in such a flirtatious tone that I can’t help the way my knees go weak for him: “ Surasna , you look absolutely ravishing in that look… I’m going to greatly enjoy making you unravel in my hands~...” He saunters over to the bed as he talks, leaving his legs spread wide as the plates between his thighs shift away, revealing the dual penises slowly snaking their way out of his cock-slit, each one by itself as thick and long as his burly upper arms.
My face flushes red as I stare at his form, lust compelling me to slowly walk over to him, standing between his legs. I can see the way his muscles bulge his carapace, flexing subtly, and my gaze falls to his thighs, watching the way the more exposed skin contracts and bends around the powerful muscles beneath it. Even like this, with him sitting on the bed, my head only reaches his lower jaw, and it arouses me ever more as I gently bring myself to my knees, his hemipenes throbbing softly in front of my face, slick with the lubrication from his slit. “Oh, Zyler, you aren’t looking too bad yourself…” I take a long whiff of the air around his crotch, the sweet scent of his nethers suffusing itself within my nose, sticking there a bit as I keep talking. “...in fact, I’d say you’re positively radiant in your beauty, my love. Now, I do believe I’ve come up with the perfect way to show my appreciation~...”
Zyleriks makes to speak again, but I cut him off by licking the length of one of his cocks, making him gasp slightly with the stimulation. The slick collects on my tongue, slightly fruity and intensely sweet, and spreads a slight heat through my mouth that makes me moan appreciatively. I then run my tongue over the second length, lingering on the tip for the briefest of moments and causing Zyler to trill in pleasure. “You’re off to a good start, love, keep it up…”
I oblige him, opening my mouth wide and taking the first shaft in, sucking lightly around the tip before slowly, carefully dipping my head lower and lower. His taste is so unlike anything I’ve ever had, the raw taste of sucking on meat laced with the sensation of both sweet sugar and a strange saltiness that entrances my taste buds, practically begging me to suck him more. The aphrodisiacs in his slick are beginning to work their magic on my body, arousing heat seeping through my nerves as I bring a hand up to pump the other cock, palm becoming slippery with his lube. The first dick gently pokes at the entrance of my throat, prompting me to swallow the bead of pre that had formed on it, the first drop of the flood that I knew would be coming in time…
Above me, Zy lets out appreciative purrs, a hand coming down to flip my hood down and play with my hair, the thick fingers of his two-pronged hand twisting themselves into my blonde locks. Occasionally, he pulls me a little further down the length of the cock in my mouth, making me gag slightly on the penis with lewd, wet sounds. I’m about halfway down the dick now, hand stroking his second phallus slightly faster, squeezing tighter around it in an attempt to mimic the far more pleasurable confines of my throat.
My own, untouched cock strains against the squeezing fabric around it, tenting the panties lewdly and with surprising little of the expected pain. The heat spreads through my body, pooling in my loins, my thighs pressed together tight as I continue lewd ministrations. “Such a good little mate~... so devoted and willing to serve…” Another quarter of the cock’s length slips down my throat, and I begin swallowing thickly around it, using my oesophagus to massage the throbbing shaft as it bulges my neck out. Every breath I take is filled with more of his near sickly-sweet musk, my eyes lidding a little as I lose myself in the motions of suckling on Zyler’s delicious cock. There’s something indescribably pleasing to me in being able to worship my boyfriend like this; perhaps it’s the way his voice goes slightly hoarse from the constant purring and moaning, or maybe it’s the satisfaction of fitting him in my throat, but either way I can’t get enough of him, and I moan around his length.
The grip in my hair tightens a bit, the only warning I get before Zy forces my face down the length of his shaft roughly; my head collides with his hilt with a wet slap, his cock thoroughly buried within the length of my throat and pulsing softly. From this close, all I can breathe is my boyfriend’s scent, my eyes rolling back into my skull as I gag and choke on his length for the few seconds he holds my face there. Each one of those seconds feels like actual heaven, my own length twitching in my panties as I submit to the bliss. His grip loosens, and I take the opportunity to slowly draw my head back, the Eliksni’s cock shining with my spit as he lets out a moan of his own. Finally, with a pop, my lips leave the phallus, a small string of my saliva connecting me to him for a second before it snaps off, hitting my chin.
Zy purrs at me, voice dripping with lust. “You aren’t one to leave a job half finished, are you, surasna ?” He shifts slightly, waving his second cock in front of my face as I stare dazedly at it, entranced by the way the shaft sways to and fro in the air hypnotically. “Come on, it’s right here, my mate~...” I just about open my mouth again to continue sucking him off, but stop myself for a second.
“Oh, I’ll finish the job, but maybe give me a warning next time you want to plumb my throat, love. Not that I don’t enjoy the roughness, though~” I wink at him before placing my lips on the tip of the dick in front of me, giving it a long, passionate kiss. “Actually, how about you just let me take the wheel for this one? I must pay worship to you before I can receive your blessing~...” He laughs at my metaphor before laying back, spine resting on the bed with his upper arms behind his head and his lower arms resting on his belly. With my lover lying down comfortably, I start to plant a line of kisses along the length of his second shaft, both hands coming up to stroke the length wherever my mouth doesn’t touch.
Zyleriks steels himself, the internal desire to simply pick me up and fuck me silly strong but not impossible to overcome as he closes his eyes, letting the pleasures of my ministrations wash through him in soft, rolling waves that radiate with a lusty heat inside his core. A bead of pre leaks from the first cock I sucked, rolling down the length and leaving a shiny trail along it as I continue kissing his second shaft, occasionally running my tongue up and down it between flurries of quick and slow kisses alike. The purr in his throat dips even deeper, and it gets so loud and heavy that I can feel his cocks vibrating subtly against my hands and face.
Getting an idea, my hand sneaks over to the slit containing the bases of Zy’s dicks, the fingers slipping in just a little bit. The response Zy gives me is all that I expected and more; a gasp and a moan, with a brief clenching sensation around my fingers that absolutely soaks the digits in his lubricating slick, which I suck off of my fingers quickly. My body feels like it’s on fire, the aphrodisiacs in said slick having finally fully implanted themselves in my system, making every one of my nerves hyper-sensitive and drawing moans out of me every time the Eliksni’s cock touches my mouth. My own cock twitches madly within its confines; at this rate, I might just climax without having even touched myself, the thought of which sends a crashing wave of ecstasy through me, dick throbbing almost painfully with desire.
But before I do that, I need to let Zyler take the reins back in the only way that would be fitting for the two of us. I pull my head away from his cocks, letting my fingers tease his slit for a few seconds more before pulling my hands away too. He sits up, a hungry, dangerous lust in his four blue eyes as he growls down at me. “ Surasna , you try my patience with your halting attempts…” Ooh, he’s absolutely ready to put me in my place, and every neuron in my head just screams at me to let him just grab my head and turn my throat into a fleshlight. Right as I’m about to speak, though, an extra thought flutters through my brain, giving me the temptation to try something we’ve never done before…
I can barely stop another moan from spilling from my lips as I let the arousal guide my words. “I need… I need both of your cocks in my throat, Zy, please, give me everything you are, everything you have~...” He freezes in place, mind taking a few halting moments to process just how far gone I am in my thirst for him, before he lets out a roaring laugh, lower hands pressing his cocks together while the upper hands grip my head tightly, the tips of his claws digging slightly into my scalp. He takes one long look at my cock-drunk, slightly dazed face, and at the way my mouth hangs open, begging him to take that final push, then growls feral as the tips of his cocks press against my lips, stretching my mouth to its limit as he shoves his girth in.
My cheeks bulge out obscenely as the twin lengths stretch my mouth out, just barely on the cusp of being painful, but the heat and adrenaline surging through my body dulls the feeling, leaving only the mind-crushing waves of pleasure to run a gauntlet through my nerves as I feel my throat begin to mould itself around Zyleriks, gagging lewdly around it as his hips draw ever closer to my face, his thighs shifting a bit nearer to my head, legs hooking over my shoulders. My drool begins to drip onto my hoodie, soaking the fabric slightly as my arms drop to limpness at my sides, my entire body becoming a vessel for his desires.
With a rough, forceful yank, my nose pokes against the carapace of his crotch. He holds my head there for a few seconds, just like before, giving me just enough time to moan hornily around his cocks before he’s dragging me back, wet and lurid sounds echoing in the bedroom as the twin lengths drag against the length of my throat, the taste of his shafts twice as intense as before. When my head reaches the tips, he removes his upper hands, replacing them with the far more powerful grip of his legs fully wrapping themselves around my head, pulling me back down the length even harder as his hips thrust up. The resulting collision of my head against his waist leaves me dazed and hungry for more, moaning a little bit louder as I bounce backwards into the waiting hold of his powerful thighs, the muscles hard against my head as a rhythm starts, my alien boyfriend thrusting with hard, rough movements down my throat, the twin cocks throbbing in harsh pulses as I choke him down.
I can hear the smug smirk in his voice as he talks between grunts. “This must be my second favourite version of you, surasna . Between my legs, obediently taking me down your mouth, moaning with every little drag of my hips~...” Anything that isn’t Zyler or his delicious, massive cocks melts into a mess of blurry colours, the Eliksni himself becoming much sharper in my vision; I can see the way his muscles flex, the hitches of his breath when my tongue hits the base of his shafts, how his mandibles twitch and shift as he holds back his moans for the moment. Traveller, he looks so beautiful like this, towering over my form with that shining carapace and those eyes that pierce my soul. I swallow thickly around him, entire throat working the twin lengths and drawing a low, blissful moan out of his mouth, and I smirk as much as I can with the two monstrously big cocks in my mouth bulging my cheeks.
Time passes in a blur as he keeps facefucking me, the only indicators I get being the way his toes curl occasionally against my back, or how he sometimes tightens his grip on the bed beneath him. Every thrust of his hips is followed with the wet, lewd sounds of his cocks dragging against the walls of my throat, my saliva squelching out of my mouth and coating my face and hoodie in shining spit, blissful tears running away from my eyes. I’ve been swallowing hard every chance I get, obsessively trying to please my lover as my panties grow wet with the precum leaking from my own unattended length.
Zyleriks’ tells steadily grow more frequent, the Eliksni slowly abandoning the decorum of a smug dom as he lets moans spill from his mouth, low and breathy. I’ve lost all track of time by this point, but feeling his toe claws dig deep into my back is all the warning I need; I shift myself a bit between his legs, angling my head further upwards and preparing myself to swallow faster than I ever have before, right as his hands begin to grip my head again, holding me steady as he stands up from the bed. The motion drags me up with him, my back straightening out as he thrusts with monstrous strength, the back and forth of his hips brutal, fast, and feral in its lack of rhythm.
The shift from him sitting to standing and now losing all control has me teetering on the edge of orgasm, my own gasps and gags and moans of pleasure reaching a fever pitch as I feel the tips of his lengths poking at the entrance to my stomach, the straighter shot finally allowing him to drag his dicks along the whole length of my throat. One exceptionally hard downthrust causes my face to slap against the chitin of his waist, the Eliksni keening above me as I feel the bases of his cocks beginning to swell in my mouth. I can hardly believe what I’m feeling; he’s actually going to knot me…!
He rolls his hips hard once, twice, thrice, and finally, on the fourth one, he gasps hard, chest heaving as his knots swell quickly, plugging my mouth so tightly with cockmeat that it’s all I can touch with my tongue, my eyes rolling back into my skull as I keen out from the fullness of it. He keeps rolling his hips, dragging my whole body around with each one, before another gasp rips its way out of him, and he trembles in the throes of his climax.
A few, eternally long yet agonisingly short seconds later, the cocks begin pulsing with the rush of orgasm, and I feel the rushing heat of his cum surging through his lengths an instant before they fire straight into my stomach, the thick, hot seed quickly filling up the empty space inside me. It takes only another few short seconds for my belly to start stretching out with the volume of seed being deposited into my body, weight settling in thickly and heavily, a small bump denoting my level of inflation even beneath the oversized hoodie that’s been absolutely waterlogged at the neck with spit and slick and tears of bliss.
The entire time, I’ve been swallowing with a desperate, needy fervour, milking the two cocks with all my might, the feeling of being filled so excruciatingly pleasant my hearing cuts out as I also reach climax, screaming around Zyler with such ferocity that my voice breaks and halts entirely, the abuse of my throat finally reaching its breaking point. I can barely register my own shaft firing into my panties, the all-consuming fires of ecstasy inside me too overwhelming to process alongside the constant stretching of my overstuffed belly. It’s still bulging out, Zyler chittering happily above me as the ballooning of my abdomen continues to slow push my hoodie up and out of the way, the skin becoming exposed to the cool air of the room.
I can’t stop swallowing. The compulsion is just too strong for me to fight as the end of Zyleriks’ orgasm draws near, the flow slowing ever so slightly as my belly stretches to the point I look like I’m in the last trimester of a pregnancy. Finally, with a couple massive throbs, the twin cocks stop pumping their seed into me, the knots deflating within my mouth as he begins dragging the lengths agonisingly slowly back up my throat. I get a taste of the leftover cum as the tips rub against my taste buds; a strong sense of cinnamon and sugar together that is pleasing in a relaxing way, my mouth hanging dumbly open as his shafts retreat into his slit, the plates shifting back into place. He kneels next to me, waving a hand in front of my face, which I can barely follow without tipping over from the vaguely drunk feeling caused by carrying so much cum inside me at once.
“Oh, little surasna … perhaps you should have pulled away, if you knew it would get this bad…” His arms hook under my arms and around my waist, carefully hauling me up and onto the bed, my stomach gurgling with the new weight inside it. He grabs a towel from the nearby closet, carefully extracting me from my soaked and dirtied hoodie and panties, drying and cleaning me off as I make dumb, drunken noises through my broken voice. Once I’m well and dry, he snuggles up next to me, hands gently massaging my body as he purrs softly next to my neck, and we remain there for a few minutes before my voice finally comes back, hoarse, but usable.
“Water… need drink…” I’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s leaping up to grab me a glass, and with great effort, I manage to sit myself back up, the load inside me sloshing around heavily, nearly throwing me off balance before I catch myself. I run a hand over the bloated skin, marvelling at just how big it got. This had been the first time either of us had had the confidence to handle actual knotting. Well, if you ask me, I’d say it was probably the single most enjoyable experience in my life, even despite the consequences.
Zyler comes back with the glass of water in hand, and I take in gingerly, sipping it slowly and carefully, cooling and refreshing my worn-out throat in a way that makes me sigh contentedly. My boyfriend speaks up after I stop drinking the water. “How are you feeling, love? I didn’t cause any major damage, did I…?” I shake my head, touched at the care he’s giving to me, taking note of the new pair of underwear he’s carrying in his lower hands.
“N-no, nothing permanent, Zy. Just a sore throat and a bit of bloating, both of which will pass with time…” He sighs with relief, dipping down briefly to slide the new undergarments onto me, loose but comfortable. “Thanks, love… I don’t think I'll be walking for a while, haha…” I certainly won’t be walking before tomorrow at the very least, if the way my belly is protesting loudly is any indication, burbling almost angrily as Zy laughs at me a bit.
“Well, it’s not like you were planning to move much by the end of tonight anyway. Anything else I can get you, sweet surasna ?”
“Hmm… no, I don’t think so, dear. Now get over here so you can cuddle me again.” He’s quick to oblige me, laying me back down carefully onto my side so he can spoon against my back, limbs wrapping protectively and lovingly around my form. He purrs happily next to my head, mandibles pressed against the top of my scalp.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, Zy…” Reality begins to fade away quickly, body finally relaxing enough to let me sleep as the low rumbles of Zyleriks’ purring lull me to the land of dreams….