Page 82 of So I Married Two Aliens
“I have an idea,” he says.
Khesan and I separate, then Shathar arranges us so we’re standing, my front facing Khesan’s.
“Hold her up,” Shathar tells him, and Khesan obeys, tucking his hands under my ass and lifting me so my legs wrap around his hips. Shathar provides the backup assistance, guiding Khesan’s cock inside me until he’s seated.
I twitch and gasp at being reunited.
Shathar returns to standing behind me and produces the bottle of lube. I can’t see it as he covers himself, but I feel it when his cock prods at my ass.
Luckily, my body is trained for this, too.
He still has to work his way in slowly, being a tad bigger than Khesan, but it’s not much harder to take him. And then I’m so completely, incomparably full. I let out a cry as both Khesan and Shathar lift me together. When they thrust in at the same time, I feel as if I might simply come apart.
“Ah, Fiona, you are so perfect for us,” moans Khesan, nuzzling my cheek as he gives me more and more. “What an incredible woman we found, eh, Shathar?”
Shathar slows his rhythm to stroke my thigh and kiss under my left ear.
“Absolutely made for us,” he says. “I know I am right where I’m supposed to be.”
As they carry me away into my unending bliss, I know I am too.
