The easiest way to subdue her would be to pin her on her stomach, baring her wings to Celyze. Other than a male’s manhood, the set of Swynemi wings was the most fragile part of our bodies. Any sane individual would instantly still in that position, afraid of injuring their precious wings.
I just needed to find an opening.
Stopping just outside of her striking range, I knelt on the ground and sent her my most reassuring smile. Slowly, I extended my hand toward her, hoping by some miracle that she would realize I didn’t mean any harm.
“Let us help you,” I whispered soothingly, as if speaking to a scared child. “We only want to aid you.”
And seduce you into mating with us so that we can survive a little bit longer in this black hole. By the way, any offspring we produce will be sold off and eaten, so you better become used to life as a food source.
She watched my hand intently as if she was contemplating her options. This was my crucial moment; if I made a mistake now, she might never cooperate, and we would never succeed in securing a better future—whatever that meant.
Celyze was best equipped to win her over, and he failed. How was I supposed to get through to her? My charm? While I’d never had trouble pleasing a female, they had always been the ones who showed interest in me, mainly because they found me exotic. How was I supposed to convince an injured royal, of all people, to trust me despite the communication barrier between us?
I was irrationally tempted to flash my cock at her in hopes she would be bedazzled by its length and sparkle. Usually, I hated bragging, but I did possess the most impressive manhood among the three of us. Perhaps she would want to test-run me first.
What if I were the one to earn her favor because of it?
I pushed that thought away. If Celyze believed that we all would make it out of this cell alive, then I will put my trust in the Stars as well. I just prayed that we escaped in one piece.
Convincing this female to mate with all three of us would be a feat in itself. How did one make such a proposition?
Maybe I should’ve convinced Celyze to try again. I wasn’t a Cosmic Soul, nor did I have the capabilities to engage in some display of peace and serenity. Even if she did accept my outstretched hand, only the Stars knew if I could seduce her.
Dropping my loincloth sounded more and more appealing as the silence stretched on.
Five
TORI
This was a dream. It had to be.
There was no other explanation for why I was trapped in a dark and cold room without windows or doors, with three gorgeous cosplayers all watching me intently. I must’ve had the time of my life at the beach rave, and now I was experiencing the after-effects. I’d dressed in an intergalactic costume for the music festival’s theme, so it made perfect sense for me to fantasize about being with some aliens. My subconscious mind just gave me male versions of myself—space fairies—instead of the little green men I’d seen in sci-fi movies.
Maybe I should watch more space operas before bed if they teleported me to worlds like this. Who didn’t want to wake up surrounded by three exotic males? Other than the language barrier and the blue one being a little touchy, this could develop into a lovely dream.
As I listened to them conversing in their foreign language, I could feel moisture gather between my legs. There was something about the way they spoke their native tongue with sultry accents and smooth voices that turned me on.
Might as well get the best out of this dream while I still could.
It was time to stop wasting time and rock this dream-male’s world.
Grabbing the alien’s outstretched hand, I tried to pull him close, but he didn’t budge. His strength was far greater than mine, something I should have expected. Swiftly, he tugged me out of my corner, pulling me close. A gasp escaped my lips as I lost my balance, my body smashing into his. The sudden added weight made him fall backward onto the floor, pulling me with him.
Our eyes met as his lavender swirls widened in shock.
They were beautiful, like two miniature galaxies trapped within a pair of purple snow globes, glowing just enough to lure me in. Almost designed to hypnotize me.
Sparks flew wherever we touched, heating my chilled skin as I straddled him.
There was a time and place for foreplay, and this wasn’t it. I wanted this male. I needed to feel myself riding whatever he was equipped with under his loincloth. When would I get another chance to live out one of my fantasies?
Pulling away, I flicked my gaze to his deep blue lips, feeling the urge to drown in them.
Cupping his face, I shoved my lips against his. He gasped in surprise, and my tongue dove into the opening. I moaned as a burst of his candied fruit flavor hit me, making me crave more as I teased his tongue into dancing with mine. His hands moved along my sides tentatively, as if he was lost and unsure what he should hold or do. I smiled against his lips at his sudden shyness or lack of experience.
Ending the kiss, I dropped my hands as I placed a series of pecks along his jawline. Nipping his earlobe, I pressed my lips to his ear. “I am going to rock your world.”
His body stiffened, and I pulled away, smirking at his questioning gaze.
Slowly, I scooted myself backward as I kissed along his neck and down his chest. His emerald skin felt smooth against my lips as his body radiated heat. Like a moth attracted to a flame, the warmth radiating off him made me want to get closer—to have our bodies intertwine in hopes of absorbing every bit of his heat.
His muscles flexed as I dragged my hands from his pectorals to his loincloth, grabbing hold of its rim. Biting my bottom lip, I glanced up to see his glowing lavender gaze locked on mine like a wild storm.
Taking his intense expression as permission, I jerked his loincloth down in a swift movement, throwing it to the side. Nestled between his legs was a golden shaft, its coned head sticking up as if waiting for my touch.
Grabbing his inner thighs, I lowered my head, engulfing his cock’s head with my lips. His body trembled as I teased him, licking his cock from head to base while my hands rubbed him in my mouth’s wake. He quickly grew in size, the head expanding away from his legs’ juncture due to the lengthening and hardening of his shaft.
Gazing up to see his reaction, I found his upper body sprawled on the floor. His abdominal muscles contracted with each bob of my head, each swift swirl of my tongue around his exotic shaped shaft, each squeeze of my fingers in tandem. I licked drops of precum from his glistening head and moaned at the flavor. He tasted sweet with a slightly sour undertone, like a tart fruit salad. If not for the wetness between my thighs and my body’s aching need to be filled, I would have continued sucking him off in hopes of tasting more of the candied fruit-flavored cum.
A wet pop filled the silent room as I pulled my lips from his head. I gazed down at the cock in my hands as I continued to work his shaft, finally being able to study his equipment properly. My hands just barely wrapped around its emerald girth as its golden head stuck out of my grasp. There was a golden beaded rim along the bottom, and two other lines of bumps crisscrossed around the curvy shaft. The feel of the pattern in my palms only added to my excitement as I wondered how it would feel inside me.
The male was twisting his head back and forth on the floor. His white hair was fanned out and flicked side to side from his jerky movement. His hands clawed at the metallic floor as his shaft bounced in my hands.