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Author’s Notes: This story is inspired by the long-gone Literotica story “Aliens Use Sex to Invade”. It is primarily Science Fiction and Fantasy but has elements of Gay Male, Group Sex, Lesbian, voyeurism, and Incest/Taboo. All Characters are over 18 years old and are not intended to be based on real individuals.

Additional note: This particular chapter includes elements of Non-consent. Read at your judgment.

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Doctor Jorden Gray, Age 45, Biologist, Science Division.

Sarah and Doctor Gray spent the next few hours discussing the odd behavior among the colony’s inhabitants, and it was revealed that Dr. Gray made a career of being an anti-social person, choosing to focus on his work than have relationships. Yes, he lost his virginity at the age of twenty, but aside from that, he’s had little dating experience. It was one of the reasons why he had a double major in neuro and microbiology. Sarah became envious of the older man’s skills and knowledge.

After calling her father and adding his comlink to the discussion, the three of them had a game plan in place. When Dr. Gray came to Mars in the first Colonial ship, he brought along non-organic surgical units, robots that could perform a multitude of complex tasks and could easily be programmed to serve functions. They were invented by a member of Gray’s family, and Gray was among the very few rich enough to own several of these machines.

The plan was simple, yet challenging. The robots would enter the bio lab where the specimens from the shipwreck were kept, namely the black goo and the corpses, and perform complex experiments to determine if there was any connection between the ship and the behavior of the colony. Sarah’s engineering background gave her the means to program a code inside of the machines so that they could look for anything related to what she’d seen among the colony’s people: Increased libido, larger cocks, bigger breasts, and possibly anything inside the body.

Dr. Gray gave her access to three of the robots, whom he’d nicknamed “Huey”, “Dewey”, and “Louie”. When she was done a few hours later, they activated and went to work immediately. The robots had anti-gravity units, allowing them to float, as well as surgical tools embedded in their chassis. Essentially, the machines looked like the round interrogation droids from the original Star Wars movie, only they didn’t beep or trill and they were chrome colored instead of black.

Gray, meanwhile, grabbed a remote access module and the two of them left the medical facility, surprisingly with few people asking why Gray was leaving early. It was like no one cared that they were around at all.

By the time the two of them were out and long gone, the entire wing of the hospital erupted into chaos, everyone ripped off their clothes and burst into a sexual frenzy. Men sporting footlong erections dove into any hole available, asses, pussies, mouths, even outstretched hands. Women with double D-cup breasts started mauling each other’s tits and pussies, some entering a 69 position, others forming head-to-toe daisy chains.

A few groups joined forces and were double penetrating or triple penetration, and a few were doing the Amazon sex position, having the women being the ones thrusting in and out while the man’s legs were in the air. No one cared which position they were in, as long as the ultimate goal was sexual gratification.

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Peter Jefferson, Age 23, Archeology, Research Division.

Peter was in the middle of a bisexual threesome, getting fucked in the ass while a pussy was on his dick. The guy fucking him was Jefferson Boyle, who sported a monster of a BBC. The one he was fucking was Emily Ford, the woman who refused his advances way back when. Now, however, she was getting off on his cock and moaning wildly. They were in the barracks, and dead center in yet another orgy, which never seemed to end after that fateful evening. All around them were warm bodies, naked and orgasmically charged.

Absolutely no one in Peter’s little group cared if they came in each other’s holes, as they’d already cum a dozen times over, and were still hard after three hours of non-stop fucking. This was just the latest position. Peter was amazed that he’d been able to stay hard for three hours, but he’d long since accepted that whatever infected him on the wreck was doing its absolute hardest to make sure he never went soft again! It was likely also what had given him his new body, looking super sexy with bigger muscles, a bigger cock, and a tighter ass.

Peter was the first to be infected by the alien parasite, as well as the first to actually do something with his cock. He fucked John Ford’s ass that first night, encouraged Jack to be more outgoing in their efforts to turn Aldrin One into şişli escort an orgy colony, and even now, as he was having the ultimate sex marathon in Martian history (Literally, since the colony was only a few years old), he couldn’t help but praise himself for simply being a nymphomaniac.

Jefferson Boyle’s cock pistoned in and out of his ass, and within moments of the thought entering his mind of how explosive and powerful it would be to cum inside him for what seemed like the hundredth time, and still felt like the first time, Peter was met with an eruption of sperm passing his sphincter muscles and entering his hole, flooding his insides with a healthy dose of cum.

He let out a breath as he, too, erupted inside of Emily, who in turn, had her own squirting orgasm. No matter how many times they had sex today, they all had orgasms like they were freshly fucked virgins.

After a long pause after their latest ejaculation, the three of them disengaged from each other. Jefferson pulled out, followed by Peter. The two men then offered their dripping cocks to Emily, who gladly cleaned them up, not flinching from the fact that Jefferson’s cock was in Peter’s ass. As soon as she cleaned up the cum, she sat back and sighed heavily, massaging her firm breasts.

Emily was pregnant, having taken her brother’s sperm a month and a half ago, and was now feeling the signs of the first trimester. Strangely enough, her pregnancy, along with Laura’s, seemed to be accelerating. It was usually around three months that the baby bump would show, but their pregnancies revealed themselves within the first month.

Somehow, the babies were growing faster than normal, almost as if an outside force was giving them a fast track. At no point during the first two or three weeks did Emily feel any morning sickness, except for the first two days she discovered she was pregnant, after that, all the classic cases of the first trimester seemed to vanish: She was slightly fatigued after sex the first week, but then her libido kicked in and she became horny to the point of needing two or three cocks inside her at all hours, and her food cravings became bizarre.

She was desiring more protein in her diet, and her normal preferences seemed to take a backseat to the strange combinations of foods, notably pickles and blue cheese on rye, smothered in cum. That last part was easy, since she had a ready supply from John and a few of the other marines in the barracks, near her apartment.

Laura’s mood swings were also going haywire, going through every emotion within moments of each other, before honing in on horniness, constant horniness. She had demanded a mouth, hand, or cock on every part of her body. It was no longer surprising to see her in the middle of a gangbang with three cocks inside her, and four or eight hands roaming her body, namely two hands on her hips, two hands on her breasts, and two on her ass, and two roaming her pussy in addition to someone fucking her. She wanted to be fingered and fucked at the same time.

Ava Sharp was experiencing similar cravings for sex, but she wasn’t pregnant…yet. She was trying, however, having had her birth control implant removed and was now detoxing on the effects. In the late 21st century, scientists developed a means to regulate pregnancy by introducing a sterility implant, which neutralized all fertility of sperm whenever it entered the womb. It became the ultimate birth control pill and was soon commercialized and promoted by all parties who had previously had a hissy fit over the use of contraceptives.

Now, however, Ava no longer desired to have sterile cum entering her womb and wanted a baby, so she had hers removed and was now suffering from the aftereffects. Among the after-effects of the implant’s removal was residual sterilization of the cum for about two weeks before she could get pregnant. Since everyone was horny to the point of having a perpetual orgasm, she wasn’t thrilled about neutralizing everyone’s cum when she had a creampie. But, she made up for it: She offered her leaking pussies to anyone who wanted to munch on it.

And the Anders kids definitely wanted to munch on her pussy, along with everyone else’s. All four 19-year-old recruits, fresh off the boat, were eager pussy pleasers. Bart and Brad, along with Betty and Bethany, all seemed to drop to their knees and eagerly munch on any waiting pussy that crossed their paths, lapping up as much cum as humanly possible.

The Anders Kids had done a complete 180 after the Barrack’s orgy. Before they watched and then joined in, none of them would have ever considered committing incest or infidelity. Now, when they weren’t engaged in an incestuous foursome, the four siblings were eating pussy, sucking cock, and taking any cock inside them at the drop of a hat.

Betty and Bethany were virgins and had taken oaths of chastity, while Brad and Bart had almost zero chance of attracting partners due to their introverted mecidiyeköy escort nature. Sure, they were handsome but had almost no social skills. Now, however, their minds were a haze of desire, for each other, as well as pleasing others, and they seemed to exude some kind of openness to engage in sex, making them ideal candidates for men and women alike. Every chance one of them got, the other three soon followed and eventually all four of them were well-fucked and eager to please.

Jefferson’s cock was ever hard, all fourteen inches, and he was eager to join someone in yet another round. As he walked away, looking for an ass or pussy to plunge into, Peter’s comlink activated. He checked the caller. It was Jack.

“Hey, Jackie,” said Peter, activating the comlink, “You wanna join the latest Marine fuckfest?”

“Can’t! We’ve got trouble!” Said Jack, “I need you to do something!”

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Hewie, Dewey, and Louie entered the bio lab at 0200 hours, scanned the corpses of the alien crew, and scoured through the autopsy reports conducted when the two bodies were originally brought in. According to Gray, the corpses died on impact of the ship landing on Mars, but before their deaths and charring, the two aliens, along with their entire ship’s bridge crew, were engaged in some kind of orgasmic overload.

“According to the reports, the coroners suspected that if the ship hadn’t veered off-course, the crew likely would have died in the throes of passion.” Said Jorden, reading the file aloud to Sarah and Donald.

“So, the crew was having an orgy, the ship lost control and they died on impact.” Said Sarah, “What caused them to have such a flagrant disregard for their own safety?”

“Heightened endorphins and an overwhelming amount of ecstasy in their systems.” Said Jorden, “According to the report, whatever made this alien species’ genetic makeup, they relied on mostly the same shit we also need to survive. Oxygen, food, sex. It even looks like their sexual organs are the same as ours, though, from the looks of things, they’re used to twenty-inch erections rather than eight.”

“Eww, gross. TMI, DUDE!” Said Sarah, sounding repulsed.

“Sorry.” Said Jorden, “Dewey reports it’s completed scans of the initial reports made by Doctor Ford and Jack Carter on the alien substance. According to their report, the black goo is an alien parasite of some kind, and it has the power to influence minds and bodily functions. They don’t speculate on how it changes the body or mind, however.”

“The mind is more open to the prospect of infidelity!” Said Donald, “I’ve seen both Fords engaged in what I could only describe as an open marriage, if not for the fact that they’ve both told me on more than one occasion that they have no desire to become swingers.”

“And yet, you witnessed them engaging in an orgy in the barracks, and later on, openly having extramarital affairs with both men and women.” Said Jorden.

“So what could cause that?” asked Sarah, “What could turn the population of Aldrin One into sex maniacs?”

Just as they were about to speculate, Jorden got a beep from his pad. He looked down and smiled, “Louie has the results of its own tests. According to the report, the parasite acts like a transmitter as well as an insect queen, relaying desires to smaller units embedded within the limbic systSmallmall pieces of the parasite enter the body, either from an orifice or through the skin, and travels to the limbic system. Once inside, it releases chemicals that increase blood flow to the sex organs.

“These chemicals can increase the sexual output of the host body. Essentially, the chemical charges the host so they become stronger, more attractive, and desirable for sexual activity, as well as capable of producing more parasites.”

“How do they become more desirable and capable of producing more parasites?” asked Sarah.

“The chemicals activate dormant cells in the host body, which alter the DNA on a molecular level.” Jorden explained, “The host body grows stronger as soon as the parasite takes control. A young male with a four-inch dick will have a massive erection within minutes of being infected. A woman with A-cup breasts could have up to a D-cup if not more after five or six hours, and their libidos will be supercharged.

“The parasites grow after a fluid exchange as well as a burst of adrenaline, endorphins, and ecstasy. As soon as a new parasite is created through the process of mitosis, they seek out a means to leave the host body and enter a new body. The existing parasite urges the host to engage in sexual intercourse with a new partner to spread the parasites around, but multiple parasites can exist within the same body at a given time. New hosts develop the means to spread faster if there are more than a dozen parasites within them.”

Sarah suddenly nişantaşı escort felt sick and ran to the bathroom. The two men could hear her retching from the living room, and after a solid twenty minutes, she came out shaking and tired. Donald got a bottle of water and handed it to her, taking her in his arms and rubbing her back.

Sarah sighed and sat down after a minute’s long hug from her father, “Do we know how to deactivate the parasites?” she asked.

Jorden shook his head, “Not according to these lab tests.” He said, “We need to conduct further tests, but I have a theory.”

“What kind of idea?” asked Donald.

“I believe that something made the aliens realize that they were infected and tried to contain the parasite before their ship veered off-course.” Jorden explained, “If we could get to the shipwreck, find logs to support our theory, we could also find a means to contain the parasite.”

“Except that we don’t know what the alien language looks like, or how to translate it.” Said Sarah, angrily, “How do you propose we go about finding a cure or a means of stopping the parasites?”

“You can remotely program a translation matrix into the probes and send one or more of them into the shipwreck.” Said Jorden, “While one or more of us sneaks into the Communications Tower of the Colony, and sends all information to a lab station on Earth. My cousin is the head researcher in Atlanta. If anyone can find a cure, it’s her.”

Sarah nodded and grabbed the pad, working for a good long while until she hit enter. The pad made a trilling sound for thirty seconds and then beeped once. The program worked.

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Several hours later, Sarah and Donald managed to leave their apartment without anyone noticing and made their way to the communications tower. Since it was the wee hours of the morning, hardly anyone would be awake at that hour before sunrise. Donald Lundy had security clearance to enter the tower and had access to the comm units. Jorden had given him the means to transmit the information to his private channel.

By the time they entered the tower’s communications office, they noticed two things. One: The place was empty, and two: The power was out.

Sarah sighed, “Must be a maintenance cycle.” She said, “I can override it, but I have to go downstairs to the power conduits.”

Donald reluctantly nodded, “I’ll stay up here and wait for the systems to come online. Jorden gave me explicit instructions, so it should just be a plug-and-play.” He said.

Sarah nodded and left, entering the elevator. By the time she entered the power room, she noticed that it wasn’t a maintenance cycle. Someone had pulled the main breaker and shut everything down. Seemed simple enough to fix. She called up her father and relayed the information before she hit the power and turned everything back on. The second she did so, however, three pairs of hands grabbed at her from the shadows.

She let out a muffled cry before the strong hands pulled her out of the power room. Donald was too busy to notice her comms were off, hitting the switches and programming the transmitter’s trajectory. By the time he was finished, he barely noticed that the doors to the transmitter room had opened and a half dozen naked bodies had entered it and were now standing behind him, with weapons raised.

Donald had just hit enter when a voice said from behind him, “Major Lundy, you are under arrest for treason against the Aldrin One Colony. Put your hands in the air and turn around slowly!”

Donald’s eyes widened as he turned his gaze, only to see Jefferson Boyle’s massive hand clamp down on his mouth, and his other handball into a fist and slam into his stomach. He let out a muffled grunt as he fell to the ground, where he saw two pairs of legs approach and felt his hands being cuffed. The next thing he saw was a blindfold being put over his eyes and a ball gag entering his mouth.

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Sarah and her father were sitting in a dark, barely lit room. They had been knocked out and were now sitting, cuffed to chairs. Sarah’s eyes flickered open as she took in her surroundings, and quickly realized she, as well as her father, were naked. She tried to scream but found her mouth gagged by a strange red ball and a leather strap. She looked around wildly and saw a massive black cock standing to attention a few meters away, a hand rubbing it and two pairs of legs below it. Someone was jerking off one of her captors.

She tried to scream again, but this time a third pair of legs approached her, and she saw to her shock and terror that they were attached to a long eleven-inch cock, and a very muscular Jack Carter, naked and glistening, a massive grin on his face, his eyes twinkling with something she could only describe as malicious lust.

“Don’t you look ravishing?” He said, extending a hand to her face. She jerked away from his touch, but his hand caressed her nonetheless, going from her cheek down her neck and onto her breast, which started to involuntarily quiver. She shuddered at his touch and closed her eyes, whimpering.

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Santorini Paradiso Ch. 14

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Elena stood on tiptoes to peer over the top of the immaculate glass display case. She inhaled the heady aroma of freshly baked bread with an almost lusty appreciation. This time of day was a genuine treat. Not only was she able to get crusty yet impossibly light baguettes still hot from the oven, she was allowed to stroll about a city she’d only dreamed of before now.

Paris was utterly amazing. There was beauty everywhere one looked. Even the trash cans, “les poubelles”, were strangely picturesque. For an artist, there were few places more poignant — more revered. So all things considered, not the worst place in the world to spend your exile, she reasoned. She was grateful that Sybil had insisted she work hard on perfecting her French all through high school and college. Though rusty at first, it was all coming back to her and she was becoming more confident.

The boulanger, Jean-Luc, squinted at her across the glass surface. There was a tiny dusting of flour over one of his bushy eyebrows. His dark eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Salut, Celeste! Qu’est-ce que vous voudrez aujourd’hui, ma belle?” His voice was gravelly, and the squint was meant to be a sort of scowl, but the grin he wore especially for Elena was tugging at the corners of his mouth — just discernible through his salt and pepper beard.

Elena used the alias “Celeste Bellerose” here.

She grinned broadly back at him. “Bonjour, Jean-Luc, ça va bien, cheri? Je voudrais trois baguettes integrales, s’il vous plait! Avez-vous des tartes tatins?”

“Bien sur! Specialement pour vous, ma petite.” He winked, and turned to get her order together.

She pulled out some Euros to get ready to pay the cashier, one of Jean-Luc’s granddaughters. Looking up at the large mirror that covered most of back wall, Elena caught Dimitri’s watchful eye as he glanced over at her, before going back to sweeping the sidewalk and street around them.

The baker passed three baguettes over the tall case, careful to present them to her so she could grasp the paper bands around their middle. She slipped each into her mesh shopping tote, before reaching back for the boxed apple tart.

“Avant partir, goutez celui-ci, ma belle.” He handed across to her a warm, buttery Madeleine.

Elena gasped in pleasure, gently biting into the shell-shaped, spongy cake. She closed her eyes as the sensations flooded through her. “Mon dieu, Jean-Luc, c’est ravissant. Je me sens complètement commes Proust, alors!”

He barked in approving laughter. She wasn’t sure whether it was over her deep appreciation for his baking skills, or her reference to Marcel Proust and “Remembrance of Things Past.”

“Merci, mon oncle.” She loved giving him the familial nickname. He seemed to like it, too.

“Je vous en prie.” He grumbled affectionately, turning to the next customer, a friendly white-haired plump lady who was laughing along with them.

“A demain!” Elena said, moving over to pay at the register. His granddaughter smiled shyly at Elena, wishing her a nice day.

Though she and the entire Santorini household had only been in Paris about a month now, she’d already formed a few warm attachments in the neighborhood. Saint-Germain-des-Pres, or “Saint-Germain” for short, was part of the 6th arrondissement, situated along the left bank of the Seine. It has a renown spanning centuries. No wonder they felt so comfortable here.

As the spiritual center of the existentialist movement of the 1940s and 50s, the area was home to several legendary cafés and bookstores frequented by the likes of Hemingway, Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir and Camus. More importantly to Elena, it was where the Ecole des Beaux-Arts was located. The school’s illustrious alumni included Renoir, Bonnard, Eugene Delacroix, and Mary Cassat — to name just a few.

She joined Dimitri outside and he automatically relieved her of the packages, and crooked his elbow outward toward her so she could take his arm. It was a warm, gentlemanly action, but also practical for her added protection. This level of security — even in a place where they were as anonymous as they were here in the City of Lights — was something Elena didn’t even consider challenging now.

They walked along the cobbled streets, and Elena breathed a happy sigh. She had not yet started to show, but she felt the presence of the life growing inside her perpetually, and when she wasn’t experiencing moments of morning sickness — which thankfully wasn’t every day and wasn’t too bad — the feeling of carrying this little being filled her with joy. It gave her an uncanny radiance. Even the blasé Parisians they passed couldn’t help staring at the lovely young woman. Elena barely noticed, but it kept Dimitri on constant alert. He had been anxious about the boys’ idea to hide in plain sight this way. But even Selene and Aphrodite agreed that the intensity, constant noise and stimulation of a vibrant city like Paris would make hiding them a lot easier.

Their Side escort residence was an astonishing maison that belonged to some paramour of Aphrodite. She wouldn’t say who, but it must have been someone with a great deal of money and influence, because the security system in the Art Nouveau style townhouse was cutting edge. Elena knew that the goddesses, along with Sybil, had also procured several forms of — what did they call them? “Wards?” Which would help to cloak them from deities who might be able to otherwise detect their bloodlines and powers.

The five story house had a walled courtyard out back that contained a wonderfully landscaped secret garden. Best of all, there was a garret — an attic on the top floor — that they turned into a studio for Elena. The south side of the high sloping roof was made entirely into a symmetrical web of glass panes.

Maria and Dimitri had an attached one-bedroom apartment on the ground floor, with a separate entrance just beyond the massive, restaurant-quality kitchen. The huge main foyer boasted a white marble floor and a wide curving staircase flanked by wrought iron balustrades. There were two parlors, a lovely courtyard-facing breakfast room, a massive formal dining room with an ancient mahogany table that seated twenty-four people, a fully-stocked library, and five full upstairs bedrooms — three of which were ensuite, while the other two shared an opulent connected bathroom.

They kept a car in a little private garage down the block, the trunk loaded with suitcases of spare clothing, fake identities, cash in several denominations, and emergency supplies in case they ever needed to leave quickly.

When the idea of escaping Santorini was first being discussed, Elena wondered what their lives might be like when they left the idyllic environment of the island and their magical villa. Somehow, she imagined they would be “on the lamb” — like in a spy novel, moving desperately from place to place, sleeping wherever they could.

She should have known her boys better, she supposed, stifling a little giggle at the absurd melodrama her imagination had conjured up.

Dimitri shot her a sidelong glance, noting that something was amusing her. The corner of his mouth curved in a sympathetic grin. He had grown extremely fond of the sweet young woman and found her burgeoning powers to be astonishing. His fierce loyalty and sense of duty toward her flowed through him, filling him with strength and vigor. Maria, too, had become devoted to the engaging little thing. It was as if the love she carried spilled over into those around her, infusing them with energy.

They rounded the corner to the narrow alley that led to their house. Elena’s head snapped up, and a beautiful smile broke through as she looked up at one of the second floor windows. Dimitri followed her gaze, and saw Adonis smiling down at them. He could feel a tingle of electricity run through the arm she held as the two lovers locked eyes, seemingly having a conversation without words.

She suddenly laughed, looking down at the ground, a blush suffusing her cheeks. The tingling grew into a much stronger current that was almost painful. Dimitri stiffened involuntarily, his stride slowing a little as he looked down at his arm. The hairs on his wrist were standing on end, and the hands on his wristwatch were spinning frantically around the dial.

Realizing what she had unconsciously been doing, Elena gasped – stopping and pulling her hand away quickly. The electrical charge stopped instantly. His watch returned to normal.

She looked at Dimitri, her face a portrait of horrified apology. “Dimitri — I am so, so sorry!” She breathed, shaking her head. The front door of the house opened and Adonis ran out to meet them.

Dimitri smiled reassuringly: “No, Miss Elena — no apologies are needed, I promise you. It didn’t hurt. Don’t distress yourself.” He ran a calming hand down her upper arm in an effort to comfort her and let her know he was not afraid to touch her.

“What happened?” Adonis had reached them, pulling Elena gently into his arms. In rapid, elegant Greek, Dimitri summarized the incident, shrugging in an unconcerned manner, saying he was fine. Meanwhile, he was ushering them both inside the safety of the house.

Elena seemed embarrassed, but also anxious. A state neither man wanted for her, given her condition. As Dimitri walked through to the kitchen with the shopping bags, Adonis folded Elena into a tight, deeply soothing hug. His lips moved across her forehead.

She sighed, relaxing into his chest. Her heartbeat slowed back down to normal.

“What is happening to me, Adoni?” She whispered. “This is the second time I’ve done this to Dimitri — both times completely accidentally. I’m not even aware I’m doing it.”

“First, you didn’t hurt him, so don’t worry about that. And second, I confess, my darling, that I don’t know what this power is, exactly. We should discuss it with your parents, Escort side I think.”

She made a noise of agreement, and snuggled closer to his massive frame. She heard his breathing become more audible. He murmured her name against her skin. The neck of his dress shirt was unbuttoned to his breastbone. Elena pressed her lips to his bare skin where it opened. He made a growling noise that rumbled in his chest, making her emit a low, throaty laugh.

His lips moved down her temple, her cheek, and then over to her ear. His hands were gliding over her back, down to her firm ass. He cupped her curvaceous bottom, pulling her lower body tighter against his, rubbing his hardening length against her very sensually. Elena moaned into his chest, grinding right back. Her heartbeat started to accelerate again, but now for a different reason.

Adonis grabbed her hand and tugged her up the stairs. “Come with me, agape-mou.” His voice was hoarse with desire, and she felt an excited little ripple run through her belly all the way down to her pussy, causing a sudden rush of moisture.

He pulled her into their bedroom suite on the second floor, shutting the door decisively behind them. In Paris, the trio shared one bedroom. There didn’t seem to be much point in maintaining three separate rooms. They kept the other rooms open for periodic visits from Elena’s parents, Sybil and Aphrodite.

Adonis pulled Elena back to him almost roughly, lifting her off the floor as he held her, his mouth coming down hard on hers. She wound her arms around his neck, returning his kisses with a violent passion of her own. They kicked off their shoes as he walked them toward the massive bed. Elena sank her teeth into Adonis’ lower lip, eliciting a groan from him. He threw her lightly onto the bed.

She lay where she landed for a moment, gazing up at him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed with desire. The dress she was wearing was hiked up, revealing her shapely thighs.

Without words, she asked “Petros?”

Adonis moved onto the bed slowly, his lips running along the top of her knee, then her lower thigh and her upper thigh. He mentally replied, the sound washing through her like a gentle wave: “He’s been out doing some research, but is on his way back now.”

Dimly, somewhere further back in her head, she could almost feel Petros telling her “I’m coming, my ‘Lena…” She smiled sexily and moaned as Adonis’s lips created a line of fire at the edge of her panties. He gently nipped her skin with his teeth and she squealed, laughing, her body trembling beneath him.

Rising up onto his knees, looming over her masterfully, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, then reached for her dress, untying the sash at her waist and tugging it up over her head. Goosebumps rose on her skin. The afternoon sun that filtered through the lacy window sheers made a pattern of light across Elena’s body and the coverlet. Adonis looked down at her. His expression wasn’t tender — he looked as if he wanted to devour her whole. A delighted shiver of excitement ran over her. She reached for the buckle of his belt, eager to see the rest of her beautiful man. The large bulge in the front of his pants made her mouth water. As she unbuttoned and unzipped him, she ran her hands lovingly over his increasingly hard shaft. He inhaled sharply, making a hissing sound through his teeth.

Adonis grabbed her wrists and in a surprise move, slammed them back on the bed above her head, his body pressing her into the mattress. She gasped just as his mouth came down on hers, a deep growl rumbling in his throat.

He ground against her, his cock feeling like a spear as it pushed against her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet and she made a little frustrated noise that they were still wearing too many articles of clothing. Her breasts were aching inside the bra, which now felt itchy and confining.

Adonis pushed off his trousers and underwear in one swift motion. He looked down at her knickers for half a moment, then as if against his will, slammed his face into her crotch. Elena shouted up to the ceiling. She could feel his scorching hot mouth through the fabric, and arched her hips upward in offering. There was a tingling in her folds as if an orgasm was already building. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and impatiently yanked them down, pulling her legs out and up, baring her to him completely. He immediately pressed his mouth to her quivering nether lips. His tongue pushed between the cleft, as he greedily lapped up her spicy wetness.

Elena raised herself up a little to watch what he was doing. Adonis locked eyes with hers — his were a shade of green so deep they almost looked black. He moved his face side to side rapidly, as his tongue flicked over her distended clit, his moan causing even more vibration. Elena purred, dropping her head back on the pillows in pleasure. He pushed her thighs further upward, spreading her wider before him, and ran his tongue down, Side escort bayan through her tender opening, and the flesh below it, to the little rosebud of her ass. Elena gasped, her chest heaving, and crossed her arms over her face as if to hide. His mouth was driving her crazy.

She felt him push the tip of his tongue inside her tight little hole. It felt so naughty and so wonderful. The intimacy was intense. He could feel her “yes” inside his head and growled a bit as he plundered further inside. With one hand, he teased her lonely clit, dramatically escalating her excitement. She whimpered a little.

But Adonis wanted to make her cum, so dragged his magical tongue back up, stopping to fuck her with it a few times, gratified to hear the noises she was making grow louder, and then returned to her ripe little bud. The fingers that had been teasing her held the flesh around it open as he attacked anew with his tongue. Her slick was everywhere and he loved the taste of her. With his other hand, he slid two fingers inside her as he began in earnest to extract her first orgasm. Curving his fingers to access her g-spot, he clamped his lips down on her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he slapped the flat of his tongue against it. The fingers inside her made a sort of snapping motion.

Elena came undone. Her body convulsed and she covered her mouth with her hands to try to stifle the scream as a white hot orgasm exploded inside her, spreading tendrils of electricity out and through her limbs. A gush of ejaculate flooded Adonis’s hand. He moaned happily as he tapped the wordless bliss of her jumbled thoughts.

Gentling his actions, he slowly removed his fingers as her body jerked periodically in aftershocks. He kissed his way up her body, removing her bra carefully before taking first one, then the other tender nipple into his mouth. She groaned loudly at this, as her breasts and nipples ached. Somehow his mouth soothed them and awakened another wave of eroticism in her. He looked down at her, slipping his wet fingers into his mouth. Elena blushed, shrugging a little in a sort of apology. He closed his eyes in pleasure at the taste of her. Then he looked back into her eyes with a devilish gleam, and offered his fingers to her. She unhesitatingly accepted them as he slid them between her lips. A low growl in his throat as he watched her taste herself through heavy-lidded eyes. She felt him grind against her, and his cock left a tiny trail of precum along her thigh.

Her hands cupped the sides of his face as she softly begged: “Please fuck me now, agape-mou.”

He positioned himself between her legs, one hand guiding the head of his cock to her trembling opening. The both moaned as he pushed slowly inside her. The heat and wetness of her tight tunnel made his insertion easy, but his size filled her completely, as always, and she made a sound of triumph as the tip of him pressed into her cervix. He rested there a moment, allowing her body to adjust to him.

Adonis kissed her, brushing damp tendrils of hair from her flushed face. There was a fierce frown on his face as he said in a low whisper: “Je t’adore, Elena. I love you so much.”

She sighed up a him, a happy tear sliding out of the corner of one eye. “Et je t’adore, aussi, Adoni. S’agapo poly.”

His mouth came back down on hers, and his hips began to move. Elena raised her hips toward him, meeting him stroke for stroke. He groaned each time he bottomed out inside her, she ran her hands along his muscular back, loving the feeling of the tension rippling beneath his smooth, taut skin. Adonis savored the feeling of tightness, the heat and slick moisture of her channel as it clenched, seeming to pull him in and milk his aching cock.

Their mouths did battle, tongue attacking tongue, teeth sinking into lips. Beads of perspiration coated their straining bodies. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him, lifting herself off the bed in her frantic desire to cleave closer to him. He was talking in a low, husky voice — a stream of ancient Greek that she didn’t literally understand, but the gist was abundantly clear. Her senses were blending in that delicious confusion — she felt high from the adrenaline — as if she could taste color and feel the sounds he made.

Adonis reached behind him and grabbed hold of her ankles, unhitching them, and then swung them both over so he was on his back and Elena was astride him. She arched her back and slammed her body down on top of his, his hard shaft spearing her deep, and dragging across the front wall of her pussy as she undulated. Her hands were braced on his hard abs as she rode him. He gazed up at her, mesmerized, his hands resting on her lean thighs.

She felt Petros enter the room. Breathing a happy sigh, she felt a sense of completeness that compounded the luxurious pleasure she’d been experiencing with his brother one-to-one. He’d removed his clothes quietly and efficiently, and joined them on the bed, kneeling behind Elena as he ran his elegant, strong hands down her body, cupping and molding her sensitive breasts, making her groan from the pain/joy he created. His mouth moved down the side of her neck; he sank his teeth softly where her shoulder became curved.

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