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“Oh my god,” I gasped. The thick, pulsing organ began to swell inside of me. Slick gushed from my body. Even how tightly we fit together could not stop it from seeping outward. “Kalith, the fan can’t possibly support both of us.”

“The load-bearing capacity is adequate” he assured me, the slight mechanical echo in his voice betraying his arousal. “Plus, I am reinforcing us from below.”

I glanced down, finding two of his tentacles pressed into the carpet. That left only his shorter tentacle free to wrap around my waist. It wasn’t strong enough to help me ride him. So Vantor, hunger in his eyes, helped.

He guided my hips up and down with firm hands, his hazel eyes dark with need. “Show him how much you missed us,” Vantor commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me.

They’d only been gone hours.

But I had grieved a life of possibilities in that time.

I let my head fall back, surrendering to the sensation of Kalith filling me completely. The fan groaned above us but held. Cyro moved behind Kalith, wrapping his tentacles around the alien-turned-sex swing, and spread my thighs wider before the tip of one tentacle could find the swollen bead above my entrance. He began rubbing my clit, slow circles at first, quickly speeding.

The combined sensations were almost too much - Kalith’s thickness stretching me from inside, the ceiling fan creaking dangerously above us, and Cyro’s expert tentacle working my most sensitive spot with maddening precision. My thighs trembled as pleasure built, coiling tighter with each movement.

“I missed you,” I gasped, my voice breaking as Vantor guided my hips left and right, then back and forth, instead of up and down. The new motion made Kalith’s eyes roll back and the orgasm that had been building crested. “I missed you all so much!” My words became a cry of pleasure.

The fan wobbled precariously as Kalith’s tentacles tightened around the blades, his knot swelling inside of me. I was locked so tightly to him now that Vantor could no longer move me. So, he moved to my breasts, massaging and kneading them, pulling at the nipples and even ducking his head down to nip.

I wanted to cry out in ecstasy. This was everything. Kalith’s body vibrated beneath me, behind me, inside me. Cyro continued his maddening, wonderful attention to my clit. I could die of pleasure, right then and there, suspended from a fan by one alien while two more worshiped my body.

“I can’t take this anymore,” Vantor growled, his own alien cock lengthening, hardening. He used one of his free tentacles to stroke down his length and it was such a human male thing to do that I found myself staring.

A different tentacle reached out, the tip pressing beneath my chin, urging my gaze upward. Vantor. Suddenly, he was doing what seemed like a cartwheel, flipping his body upside down, four tentacles below to stabilize him, two upward pressing against the ceiling. With another tentacle, he directed his engorged reproductive length toward my mouth. Did he know what we called this on Earth? Or did he just see another hole waiting to be filled? The tentacle tip that had been on my chin traced higher, slipping across my lip. I opened for him without hesitation and he pushed his manhood inside. He was salty and sweet.

As Kalith’s knot began to deflate—yet still spread me deliciously wide, causing wonderful pressure—Vantor took my mouth, his thick length sliding between my lips. Cyro worked me toward another climax. I shook uncontrollably, feeling like I’d fall apart from the trembling. The ceiling fan creaked ominously above us, but I was too lost in pleasure to care if the whole thing came crashing down.

When I could finally be freed of Kalith’s amazing cock, Vantor pulled himself from my mouth, leaving behind flavors of ocean water and sugar. He spun again, standing upright, and he pulled me away from his alien brother.

With ease, he carried me toward the sofa. I sucked in a breath when he spun me around, pressing my back against his chest. He lowered us both onto the cushions. My juices were heavy, soaking against his now human legs, dripping down tentacle sections that appeared past his knees, pooling onto the sofa below. He held his throbbing member with a human hand, then wrapped a tentacle firmly around my middle to lift me. In seconds, his bulbous tip pressed into my wet entrance. He sheathed inside me slowly, carefully, and I arched my head, pressing it into his shoulder. I gasped as he filled me, thick and insistent. They were huge, and I hadn’t given any thought to the physics of how they fit themselves inside of my smaller body, but none of that mattered.

Cyro moved in front of me, his lavender eyes dark with need. He knelt, his tentacles caressing my face, my neck, my breasts. Behind him, I watched Kalith lower himself from the ceiling and collapse into a satisfied heap on the carpet.

I lost track of time as Vantor and Cyro pleasured me in perfect coordination. Cyro’s tentacles exploring every sensitive spot on my body that he could reach. Vantor kissing my neck as his knot locked into place, hot seed spilling moments later.

Caresses.

The whisper of suckers against my skin.

Thrusts. Moans. Bubbling sighs of ecstasy.

By the time Cyro withdrew his reproductive appendage from my still slick body, I was completely spent. The sofa was beyond salvation, soaked with our combined fluids. Every muscle in my body ached deliciously, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“That was...” I panted, unable to find words adequate enough to describe what had just happened.

My alien trio also didn’t know what to say.

It was only heavy breathing filling the air, and the musk of our pack scent. Saltwater. Sunflowers. Marshland. Coconut. Lemonade. Everything bright, and warm, and wonderful.

My Alphas from another world shifted, gathering around me, tentacles—with no ulterior motive other than touching me, affirming I existed—found a resting place upon my prone body.

Everything was so peaceful.

And then the ceiling fan came crashing down, slamming against the carpet.

Kalith’s engineering pride instantly deflated, his tentacles drooping as he stared at the shattered remains of the fan. “I may have miscalculated the load-bearing capacity,” he admitted sheepishly.

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. The sound bubbled up from deep in my chest, pure joy breaking through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Everything about this moment was so perfectly, wonderfully us.