Page 103 of Roping Her Alien Ranchers

“We can do that,” Vantor murmured. Cyro and Kalith nodded.

I held out my hands, reaching for them all. Wanting them. Needing them. In my life. In my bed. In my body.

Their arms reached for me, tentacles unfurling from beneath human skin. Their bodies became alive with colors. Sky blue. Evergreen. Lilac. Joyful yellow. I fell into their embrace, greedy for every touch, every sensation I could burn into my memory. My tears had dried, leaving salt trails on my cheeks that Cyro’s tentacle traced, as if mapping territories he wanted to remember.

“I need you,” I whispered against Vantor’s chest, where his triple heartbeats thrummed against my ear. “All of you. One more time.”

“We’re here, Tammy,” Cyro’s low, bubbling brook voice promised.

We didn’t speak anymore as clothes fell away and their human disguises slipped further to grant me the full glory of iridescent skin and writhing appendages. What was there to say? Words seemed pointless in the face of what was coming. Instead, we communicated through touch—desperate, hungry caresses that sought to memorize every curve, every texture, every response.

Kalith’s smaller tentacle found my wrist, wrapping around it with such tenderness that fresh tears sprang to my eyes. He’d absentmindedly mentioned being shamed for it on his world while repairing one of the tractors—which now ran flawlessly. I loved the otherness of that tentacle though, because it was part of him. It was precious. Uniquely his. They were all so important to me now.

“I’ll never forget how you feel,” I told him, lifting my arm to bring the tentacle to my lips and pressing a kiss against its silky surface.

“There will never be another female in our lives like you, Tammy,” Kalith promised, tilting his head—still mostly human—down to rest against the top of mine.

Cyro’s tentacles glowed with soft pastel light as they reached for me then. Three encircled my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the bed and away from Kalith. He pulled me into his body, and I melted against his form which conformed so perfectly to mine.

His bioluminescence painted my skin in otherworldly patterns, turning ordinary freckles into constellations. His face and body betrayed raw emotion that rippled across his skin in waves of color too complex for human eyes to fully comprehend.

“Your biochemistry has fundamentally altered ours,” he murmured, the liquid echo washing back into his voice as his emotions ran strong. “We are not the same beings who crashed on your planet. You have changed us.”

I kissed him deeply as he pulled me closer. So close I didn’t think we’d ever part.

But then Vantor’s powerful tentacles found me. Cyro hesitated, then released me. And Vantor gathered me up in a cradle of suckered appendages, returning me to the mattress. He lowered me slowly, carefully. His normally stoic, watchdog expression had softened, those hazel eyes flashing citrine at the edges as his control wavered.

“You make me let my defenses fall.” His voice, first slow and careful, gave way to rawness. “In ways I did not think possible.”

“I want you all touching me. I want you so close I can’t breathe.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was throaty, raw, overcome by need.

They came at my behest, and we were soon a tangle of limbs both human and alien. A tentacle slipped lower, trailing over my navel, slicking across the space above my most intimate place. The feel sent a bright current sparking through me. The more than a dozen sucker-lined tentacles were familiar now, but no less intense than the first time. I waited for the other three. The glorious lengths of their alien cocks. My body was primed and ready. It remembered them and was hungry for everything they offered.

I opened for them, and they hardened for me, as if we’d been designed for each other across the vast evolutionary distances that separated our worlds.

Vantor’s tentacles found my breasts, circling and teasing until I arched off the mattress, gasping. Cyro explored lower, his appendages tracing up my legs, then moving lower again just before he touched my womanhood. Kalith’s stronger tentacles wrapped around my thighs, spreading me gently.

“Please,” I gasped as the sweet torture continued, their tentacles exploring everywhere except where I needed them most.

Vantor’s tentacle stroked my cheek, catching a tear I hadn’t realized was falling. “We want to memorize you,” he whispered, voice thick, watery, as if he were drowning in the sensations of what we were doing.

“Every freckle,” Cyro added, a tentacle whispering across my shoulders.

“Every sound,” Kalith finished, one of his tentacles finally, mercifully sliding between my thighs.

The first touch against my center sent lightning through my system. My back arched off the bed as pleasure coursed through me, intense and immediate. Their alien manhoods had felt amazing. Thicker, harder, swelling larger than any human Alpha’s could. But the suckers along one of their working tentacles grazed my insides, adding dozens of small touches to the penetration. I wanted them. Urgently. Painfully. I wanted them to mark my body so heavily that the memory of them could never fade, no matter how far away their planet was, and no matter if I never saw them again.

We made love for hours.

Each of them eventually swelling inside of me, knotting firmly, spilling their salty, hot seed into my needful womanhood.

“I’ll be right behind you,” I told my aliens. They hesitated in the foyer, unsure if they should leave me. “I’m fine,” I promised, “I just need a moment.”

They walked out, midnight quickly swallowing them, turning them into shadows.

I walked to the small bathroom, leaning over to grip the edges of the sink. In the mirror, I saw ruddy cheeks, puffy eyes, messy hair. This was not the last picture I wanted them to have of me. So, I washed my face. I got the little toiletry bag from the medicine cabinet, putting on a little cherry lip balm and mascara. I brushed my hair. And then, with as much dignity as I could muster, I headed out to join them.

Cyro. Vantor. Kalith.