slipped into the waistband of her trousers. At the bold touch, Michaela escaped enough of desire’s haze to tense. The groping hand reached lower still. She knew it would soon touch her and find her sexes ... both her sexes.
She needed to be touched. She was desperate to be touched. When it happened, she knew the men would turn away.
The hand stopped. Instead of fondling her, it gripped the waistband of her pants and shoved them down to her knees. Then they were yanked away entirely, leaving her naked. Exposed.
Korkla, Govi, and Raxstad could see everything. Michaela cried out and tried to draw up in a ball, tried to hide. It was too late, however. They held her down, and they stared.
“By the ancestors,” Korkla breathed. “Mother of All.”
They looked, their eyes taking all of her in: her breasts, her pussy ... and in front of that, her child-sized scrotum and the penis that jutted straight out from her groin, uncaring in its excitement that it was under scrutiny.
They saw all of Michaela, the freakishness that condemned her to death on Earth and solitude everywhere else.
Yet the three men’s expressions never turned to disgust. They did not yell with horror. They did not push away. They did not hit her. They did not leave. They simply stared, their faces as primal with lust as before. Their crotches remained swollen, as if still eager to nestle within her body.
Michaela could hardly believe it. They still wanted her. Despite the fact she was a freak and unnatural, they still desired to fuck her.
“Michaela,” Govi groaned. His hand slid down until his fingertips combed through the dark triangle of her pubic hair. They kept going, stroking burning trails over her penis.
No one else had ever touched her there. It was as if she’d waited an eternity for someone to do so. Her entire body arched as cataclysmic need rolled from her cock all the way up her spine to bloom bright in her skull. Michaela arched into that amazing sensation, her mouth gaping open to yell.
All three men fell on her once more. Korkla cupped her tiny but perfectly formed balls in his hand, testing their weight and rubbing them with his thumb. The gorgeous sensation made things coil tight and hot deep within.
Govi’s hand left her cock, which Korkla quickly made up for. He gripped the base of her hard length in his fist. Michaela sobbed with agonized delight to feel warmth clench her there. He stroked up to the flared cockhead, delivering mind-erasing friction. He stroked back down, and her cock wept a single pearl tear.
Govi’s fingers drifted down to her pussy. He spread her folds open, looking with heat at her female treasures. Michaela panted as he traced over her slit, spreading the honey that seeped from her core. Between that careful touch and Korkla’s more demanding palm moving up and down her cock, she descended into chaos. Her body burned and bubbled with frantic need.
“Please,” she gasped, trying to beg but unable to remember how to beyond that one word. “Please.”
Raxstad moved so that he knelt next to her head. He opened the seam of his pants and two tremendous cocks spilled out to jut over her face. Michaela forgot how to breathe at the sight of them.
She’d heard all about the double endowments of Kalquorian men. The front cock was the larger of the two, and the only one capable of ejaculation. The secondary cock, sprouting about an inch or two behind the primary, had no opening. They were shaped differently from hers. Instead of ending in a mushroom-cap of a head, the Nobek’s cocks tapered to bullet-like tips. They were wet. Kalquorian men lubricated in anticipation of sex.
Michaela inhaled and discovered a new scent had joined that of the fragrant flowers. Something sweetly spicy that reminded her of her mother’s chicken rub ... cinnamon. Yes, that was exactly it. The scent of Kalquorian arousal.
Raxstad’s big-knuckled hand took hold of her much smaller one and guided it to his primary member.
She needed to be touched. She was desperate to be touched. When it happened, she knew the men would turn away.
The hand stopped. Instead of fondling her, it gripped the waistband of her pants and shoved them down to her knees. Then they were yanked away entirely, leaving her naked. Exposed.
Korkla, Govi, and Raxstad could see everything. Michaela cried out and tried to draw up in a ball, tried to hide. It was too late, however. They held her down, and they stared.
“By the ancestors,” Korkla breathed. “Mother of All.”
They looked, their eyes taking all of her in: her breasts, her pussy ... and in front of that, her child-sized scrotum and the penis that jutted straight out from her groin, uncaring in its excitement that it was under scrutiny.
They saw all of Michaela, the freakishness that condemned her to death on Earth and solitude everywhere else.
Yet the three men’s expressions never turned to disgust. They did not yell with horror. They did not push away. They did not hit her. They did not leave. They simply stared, their faces as primal with lust as before. Their crotches remained swollen, as if still eager to nestle within her body.
Michaela could hardly believe it. They still wanted her. Despite the fact she was a freak and unnatural, they still desired to fuck her.
“Michaela,” Govi groaned. His hand slid down until his fingertips combed through the dark triangle of her pubic hair. They kept going, stroking burning trails over her penis.
No one else had ever touched her there. It was as if she’d waited an eternity for someone to do so. Her entire body arched as cataclysmic need rolled from her cock all the way up her spine to bloom bright in her skull. Michaela arched into that amazing sensation, her mouth gaping open to yell.
All three men fell on her once more. Korkla cupped her tiny but perfectly formed balls in his hand, testing their weight and rubbing them with his thumb. The gorgeous sensation made things coil tight and hot deep within.
Govi’s hand left her cock, which Korkla quickly made up for. He gripped the base of her hard length in his fist. Michaela sobbed with agonized delight to feel warmth clench her there. He stroked up to the flared cockhead, delivering mind-erasing friction. He stroked back down, and her cock wept a single pearl tear.
Govi’s fingers drifted down to her pussy. He spread her folds open, looking with heat at her female treasures. Michaela panted as he traced over her slit, spreading the honey that seeped from her core. Between that careful touch and Korkla’s more demanding palm moving up and down her cock, she descended into chaos. Her body burned and bubbled with frantic need.
“Please,” she gasped, trying to beg but unable to remember how to beyond that one word. “Please.”
Raxstad moved so that he knelt next to her head. He opened the seam of his pants and two tremendous cocks spilled out to jut over her face. Michaela forgot how to breathe at the sight of them.
She’d heard all about the double endowments of Kalquorian men. The front cock was the larger of the two, and the only one capable of ejaculation. The secondary cock, sprouting about an inch or two behind the primary, had no opening. They were shaped differently from hers. Instead of ending in a mushroom-cap of a head, the Nobek’s cocks tapered to bullet-like tips. They were wet. Kalquorian men lubricated in anticipation of sex.
Michaela inhaled and discovered a new scent had joined that of the fragrant flowers. Something sweetly spicy that reminded her of her mother’s chicken rub ... cinnamon. Yes, that was exactly it. The scent of Kalquorian arousal.
Raxstad’s big-knuckled hand took hold of her much smaller one and guided it to his primary member.
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