(Threesome + Alien Abduction) || Chance/Elliot
Summary: The government was right, aliens have been taking over! You’re an unlucky victim to not one…but two aliens who are in heat.
|| Warnings <3 — kidnapping, oviposition, noncon, uhha alien drug saliva used as aphrodisiac, Chance and Elliot don’t really understand you. ||
The safety of your home was no more. You didn’t have anything to defend yourself with. Not when this green alien with a gun zaps it into particles of atoms, groveling to your knees as you beg for mercy. You’re so young, you can’t die yet, you never got to travel the whole world!
Hearing what you consider gibberish and funny sounding words, the alien with a visor drapes themselves on you, protecting you from the one with the lethal weapon. It’s squishy like skin makes you grunt and sniffle as you stared wide eyed and afraid, unsure to push them off you or cower further.
The two bicker back and forth, eventually, the one with the gun huffs angrily before tucking their ray gun away safely. Earning a pleased purr from the one hugging you.
It grabs your face with both hands, snapping your neck to face it.
Your cheeks smooshed together, creating an opening for him as he eagerly sticks his purple tongue out and shoved it into your mouth. You gag around him, hands flying to push its chest off, to no avail. You’re forced to swallow as large amounts of its spit enters your mouth, tasting unfamiliar and disgustingly sweet, far too long as it slithers around your teeth and to your throat.
Your cheeks flushed hot way too quick for your comfort, your brain sending a shock of signals into your veins to relax itself. The strain in your arms die, following you to allow your head to tilt further back as it continues to inject its hormones into your system.
What felt like forever, he pulls away, gasping for air and gargling around the leftover drool collected from the lack of swallowing. It spills down to your shirt as you feel yourself being lifted off the ground.
Pleasantly, you’re warm and soft. The sensitivity of your body doesn’t go unnoticed, much more vocal when the sweetness dissolves your brain like water.
Each bob of your head has your head throbbing, not in a painful but sensual way. Your eyes adjust to the floor. Wood. Concrete….shiny floor? Can’t see your reflection though. The room is dimly lit. You can’t make out your surroundings, unable to do anything but make noises and flex your limbs if you put your mind into it.
Now sensitive to sound, you don’t put much of a fight as they roam their hands all over your clothes, stretching the material and poking, pinching at your skin. You hear their gibberish. They’re talking to you, you think. The one with the visor keeps staring at you as the one in the fedora keeps you up from behind.
The sound of your clothes ripping doesn’t register your senses fast enough, gawking as your bare skin glistens and absorbs the cool air. This is so not your fucking house.
It’s slimy and thick, slithering like a squirming tentacle as Chance struggles to notch the tip in. Their chest letting out loud growls and high pitched noises, Elliot watches closely and keeps your thighs spread enough. He couldn’t help but lean down to lick at the outer edge where your flesh and Chance’s cock pushes through. Making Chance hiss, jerking their hips roughly to fit the rest in.
Hilting the base, you pant heavily, your mouth feels heavy.
“Engh…..off, get off..ngh— what is?”
You sound like a baby struggling with their words. As if your brain is forcing itself to shut down and just breathe.
He’s touching you. An arm around your neck while the other steadies your waist. You catch on to their words as you keep hearing Chance and Elliot.
Elliot is between your thighs, focused on how easily Chance’s cock thrust in and out of your sex. This must mean you were meant for them. Your body accepting and he’s very intrigued by the whines you make whenever he gets close to take the tip to his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin, uncaring if your slick and Chance’s coat his chin and lips.
Your legs kick weakly, you realize you’re facing the ceiling as Elliot comes into vision. Their disgustingly weird green tentacle cock is in your face. Chance lifts your chin more up, choking you further as you gasp. Giving Elliot the opportunity to buck forward and capture your mouth. You can’t bite as much as you wanted.
Gagging around the tentacles, Chance palms his hand on your throat, massaging Elliot’s cock as he sets a steady pace. Everything is wet, like natural lube was given to you, doesnt even hurt. In fact it feels incredible much to your dismay.
Utter mush. Your face is being fucked stupid, lips wrapped around the base with drool blowing up into small bubbles the deeper you took him. Elliot had one hand holding the back of your head, watching intently at your reaction.
You suck lazily, your throat magically adapting and swallowing the pulsing base. Small spurts of its cum coats your gutter, he’s trying to match Chance’s pace. Elliot pulls away as Chance picks up speed, making you suck in a breath as your empty mouth hangs open lewdly.
Out of breath. Out of mind. Elliot slowly jerks his cock, kissing your forehead as he went back to watching Chance use you freely.
You feel so dirty. So good and full. Your body isn’t tense nor able to move however you wanted, stuck into taking it as you focus on how amazing Chance’s cock feels against your walls, squeezing him each time he hit the spot thay has you arching and digging your nails into his forearm.
Chance holds you tighter against his chest, finding ground as his cock flares up, enlarging as a circular shaped object slowly enters inside. You groan in shock, pupils contracting as your stomach starts to ache. Elliot lets out what sounds like a laugh, his hands massaging the taut flesh as it takes shape, the eggs making your insides bulge and expand. It’s making you delirious, Chance’s arm doesnt budge no matter how much you tug to get off your neck. The chokehold has your eyes rolling back as Chance frantically ruts into your wet heat to finish the last batch of eggs.
Climaxing, you keen and thrashed in his hold, your body in bliss from the friction of his eggs. Shamelessly dripping and soaking your lower body.
He finally soften his grip, but still keeping you in place, allowing you to choke and sputter on your own drool as air easily passes through your lungs. Chance pulls out after ensuring his eggs were locked inside, pushing your hair out of the way as he rubs his cheek against your sweaty one. Elliot leans down to kiss the side of your lips, Chance moves closer as well as the two smother you. You hitch as their tongues stroke your teeth and tongue, encouraging you to partake and open wider.
Elliot tenderly continued to grope your tummy, playfully notching his cock that finds your hole. It’s much colder compared to the heat your body is experiencing. As soon as the tentacle-like cock breaches, it spurts out heavy loads of its cum deep, fertilizing the eggs.
What felt like gallons of his seed being stuffed, you lay limp as the drugs in your body tenfolds. Chance bites the side of your cheek, a little hard as he tightens his grip once more on your waist, picking you up as you felt his cock trying to worm its way alongside Elliot’s.
Your breasts feel awfully heavy.
