The corner of Xenos’ lips couldn’t help but turn up when the tiny Desmarais looked at him, his large lilac tail swaying back and forth. “That one just there.”
Femi followed the alien’s finger with his eyes and then skipped over to his tent, peeking inside before going in. For how simple they looked from the outside, these soldiers’ quarters were incredibly detailed within. There were real beds and furniture, coloured patterns decking the fabric walls, and soft carpet underfoot. Xenos’ tent was quite understated compared to the others and yet still its decor brought a soft gasp past Femi’s lips.
“This is where you live?” he asked the purple alien when he finally emerged past the curtained entrance.
“Yes,” Xenos replied. “At least whilst I’m on Earth.”
Femi smirked and slipped out of his shoes, padding over the carpet and up onto the bed. The mattress was so soft that it bounced him up into the air when he landed on it and the sheets were unlike anything he’d ever felt - some sort of fabric from beyond the stars, he was certain.
“Won’t you come up here with me, Xenos?” He turned, lying back on the quilt and directing his mischievous smile at the Daah instead. “This bed’s far too big for just one person.”
Xenos returned his smile as he walked over. “You won’t be saying that once I’m on it,” he said. “There might not be any room for you at all.”
“Oh?” Femi got up onto his knees and started to undress, slipping his robes off of his shoulders. “I guess you’ll just have to lay on top of me, then. To save space, of course.”
Xenos chuckled. “Yes, I suppose I will.” He removed his own shirt too, revealing the purple muscles he’d been hiding underneath. It was when his trousers fell to the floor though that Femi really reacted.
“Mon Dieu...” the Frenchman murmured, his eyes going wide.
Xenos raised a brow at the unfamiliar language, lifting his head to look at the shock on Femi’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” he said, his cheeks reddening as the smile on his lips became bashful. “It’s just... there’s two of them.”
Xenos blinked for a moment before starting to laugh. “Yes,” he said. “There are.”
The Daah stood at his full height and the two cocks between his legs rose too, each one of the violet erections already rock-hard. He’d been teased for his half-Zhuktor physiology in his youth but now he was older, it only ever earnt him praise. His father hadn’t given him anything else in life - nothing bar his purple-toned skin, imposing height, and second girthy cock.
Femi couldn’t take his eyes off it. Even when Xenos crawled onto the bed in front of him, gripped the last few articles of clothing donning his body, and tugged them free.
“Are... Are you going to use both of them?” he asked at last.
“I can,” Xenos replied, parting Femi’s bare legs and settling in between his thighs. “If you’d like.”
The Desmarais’ entire face flared red and he nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes,” he said. “Please.”
Xenos’ smirk grew as he brushed Femi’s fluffy tail out of the way and lined himself up against his hole. Just one of the deep purple cockheads started to press into him at first, making him whine and grip the bed sheets far sooner than he’d expected to. These cocks weren’t just long, they were thick too, and the way just the tip of one of them was stretching his rim was barely more than he could stand. Xenos wasn’t sure he’d actually fit inside him. Femi was just so much smaller than he was and his skin was so soft when he gripped him, his fingers sinking into his thighs and then his hips, that it felt like he might break him at any moment. And yet as soon as he was deep enough, the Desmarais’ legs wrapped around his middle and dragged him further in, his golden eyes sparkling with desire. It seemed Femi wanted to be destroyed.
As soon as he was able, Xenos pressed the second of his cocks up against Femi’s reddened hole. He must surely have been sore already and yet when another tip invaded his rim, stretching him even wider, a loud moan passed his pretty pink lips. It was all the motivation Xenos needed. He sank deep inside him, pressing as far as he could possibly go and hooking his arms around the jackal’s slender waist.
“Xenos,” Femi murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “More.” His tender begging was punctuated by his arms circling the alien’s neck and pulling him in, giving him the softest of kisses.
Xenos didn’t have to be told twice. He drew his hips back and then slammed deep inside him, the slap of their flesh reverberating in the domed tent. Even though both of the cocks inside him came from the same man, Femi could still feel the difference between them. They throbbed at different rates, each stretching his hole in opposite directions as they tried to return to their natural position. He felt as though they might tear him apart but he loved it. Every inch, every movement was like a pure bliss that he couldn’t quite describe. He never wanted it to end.
Over and over Xenos plunged inside of him, fucking him harder than it felt like he ever had been before. And yet it was still strangely gentle, even with such a massive two-cocked man balls deep inside him. His touches were soft and tender and, no matter how sore he was getting, Femi couldn’t feel any of the pain. In no time at all, he was cumming. His whole body clenched down around the alien, from his hole to his legs to his arms. The moan he let out was louder than any before it and he came hard, spurting out a load far larger than he could usually manage. That was all it took to tip Xenos over too. It was his bottom cock that came first, filling him up as his last few heavy thrusts sent the other cock hurtling over the edge as well. The more the alien slowly started to pull out of him, the more he felt just how much cum he’d left inside him, the thick sticky substance starting to pour out of his hole just as soon as it was empty. He’d really never felt anything like it.
“W-Wow,” he managed, giggling as he looked up at Xenos’ face. “If it’s going to be like that every time then I’ll have to come to your tent more often.”