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She needed to taste his seed.

She stared up at him across the hard, rolling landscape of his torso. His eyes burned and flickered like the embers of the campfire that was heating both of their naked bodies in the night.

Alyx took him deeper.

Krogg’s blunt cockhead grazed the back of her throat, tripping her gag reflex. She sputtered and choked. More heat surged into her face, a mixture of embarrassment and exertion.

Alyx tried to pull away, but the fist in her hair held her fast.

He was forcing her to take it.

Forcing her to take his cock.

Alyx gagged again. A tremor seized her throat as her body tried to expel that invading member. A flood of hot saliva surged into her cheeks, overflowed from her fucked lips and spilled down her chin and naked chest. Her eyes watered, blurring her vision. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She said, “Wait.” She said, “Stop.” But the massive erection filling her mouth transformed her words into nothing more than a desperate hum.

Not that the alien would have understood her anyway.

And not that it would have mattered if he did.

Alyx felt like she was choking, started to panic. The flats of her hands drummed against Krogg’s rock hard thighs as she attempted to tap out. But the ukkur refused to relent. That fist didn’t budge, and neither did his punishing cock.

For an instant, Alyx had a flash of herself dying this way. After everything she had been through in the past twenty-four hours, she had only come this far to choke to death on an alien penis.

Briefly, she considered biting down. That would get the message across. But what would the repercussions be?

She immediately canceled that idea.

Instead, Alyx did her best to relax. She realized she could breathe through her nose. Somehow, some way, she forced her throat to slacken. Her gagging lessened, though the ticklish feeling was still there.

Krogg shoved even deeper. His tip was penetrating her esophagus.

Alyx had never felt so dominated and used in all her life.

The ukkur rocked his hips, pistoning Alyx’s face and plunging her throat with his long, hard dick. Dirty, wet sounds issued from deep in her gullet.

Glurk, glurk, glurk, glurk…

Saliva ran. Tears ran. And between her legs, other shameful fluids ran too.

At last, with a rough jerk of his fist, Krogg yanked Alyx’s head back. She gasped desperately, gulping the warm forest air. Long threads of sticky saliva stretched from Krogg’s dick to her dripping chin. Her cheeks were striped with wetness from her watering eyes.

Alyx glared up at the bearded brute as she caught her breath. Then, as if to show she was not defeated, as if to prove she needed no mercy, she dove back toward his hard, jumping dick, mouth open wide to swallow him again.

But Krogg stopped her, held her head in place. He grunted some terse words to his companions.

Alyx felt other hands smoothing over her naked back. She saw Ravnar standing off to one side, unfastening his loincloth. That meant the hands roving over her back belonged to Jale.

Krogg muttered something. Jale replied.

Alyx gasped as she felt her body being lifted up by four strong hands. They were moving her like a piece of furniture, their powerful, alien muscles easily carrying her as if she were weightless, keeping her within the range of the still-attached leash.

Alyx felt the heat of the fire against her bare skin. She half expected the beast-men to stretch her across that crackling blaze and roast her alive.

Instead, they laid her down on her back atop one of the crude wooden crates.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “What are you doing? What are—“