Tweet
Always a Competition by SeventhKing
According to Azmuth, the Omnitrix transformed the user into a prime example of a species, meaning the best genetics of the species are brought to the forefront, what he didn’t mention was that prolonged use of the device would, in turn, bring forth the best possible genes of the user’s species to the forefront as well, making the user smarter, faster, stronger, and all-around better than they had been before. This went double if said user used the device during puberty like one Ben Tennison did.
Instead of the typical six foot two of the Tennison men, Ben was six-five. Instead of building a small amount of bulky, very strong muscles when he worked out, Ben was built like an Olympic gymnast and was stronger than one to boot. And most importantly given the current situation Ben found himself in, instead of a five and a half-inch member, the galactic hero was packing a full ten and change inches of meat between his legs.
What situation could possibly require him to be as endowed as he was above all else? Well fucking a princess from a species like the Tetramands- who were on average eight feet tall and had dicks around eight inches- was one such situation, even if the one currently getting her cunt filled with his cock was the only seven feet tall Looma Red Wind.
Another instance would be banging a wacko size queen who got pissy if she didn’t get what she wanted. Like Attea of the Incurseans. Though she was currently occupied with shoving her long nimble tongue down Ben’s throat while he fucked her fellow princess.
Turns out that although he was able to convince the two alien princesses that they didn’t need a husband to rule alongside them, the higher-ups of their societies still demanded that they either have a solid way to continue their bloodlines- ie a husband- a named heir in case of tragedy- which, seeing as their cultures were about as cutthroat in the literal sense as possible would basically be like choosing who paid for their assassins- or a blood heir already on hand- which meant having a kid. This, of course, led to them returning to Earth AT THE SAME GOD DAMNED TIME to find the only man to ever hold their individual infatuations, Ben Tennison. Not that he was complaining, he was between relationships right now anyway. Plus they insisted that they all have a threesome to avoid one girl getting slighted because he banged the other one first.
Which of course resulted in the current situation.
“By the gods! Keep fucking me you bastard!” Looma yelled blissfully, she may not get the warlord she wanted by her side at the end of this and it might just be ‘business’, but she sure as hell was enjoying the experience none the less.
Ben would have replied to the plea, but seeing as his mouth was currently occupied with Attea he made do with giving the red-skinned alien a harsher thrust to show that he had heard her. That was enough for the war lord’s daughter. That extra little burst of domination thrust into and upon her. She was no princess here, no great warrior, she was nothing but a breeding mare for the hero of the galaxy and while she knew somewhere deep in her pleasure addled mind that she would have to return to her responsibilities and position before too long at that moment she savored the feeling of being brought low, of having someone else call the shots for once in her life.
Unfortunately for the muscular female Attea noticed her lapse into a bliss filled daze and took action, pushing Ben so that he had to take a step backward, his cock slipping out of her fellow princess’ cunt only to quickly be grasped by the frog-like hand. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but it was very strange to Ben. Attea’s skin was smoother than a human or Tetramand’s, her blood ran at a slight but noticeably lower temperature than Ben and Looma’s as well. It caused a slight shock through the transforming hero’s nerves in a delightful way.
Removing her tongue from her temporary partner’s mouth with a self-satisfied smirk on her wide lips Attea gave the young man a saucy wink full of promises before quickly squatting down in front of him making her face level with his diamond-hard cock. At four times the typical length of an Incursean’s genitalia, it was absolutely massive to her, almost in a terrifying way. Almost.
Once again taking advantage of her long flexible tongue the empress wrapped the oral muscle around Ben’s shaft in a loose spiral causing Ben to gasp at the new very foreign feeling. Attea didn’t bother to take Ben’s length into her mouth like she knew many other women of different species would have done, instead, she kept her lips several inches away from her current lover’s member and used her wrapped tongue to massage his cock. Jerking it off with the long muscle as she licked and caressed it all over, head leaning down to plant kisses all over his balls. Attea had plenty of time to learn Ben thanks to her spies over the years. To study his cock, to know what he liked, to know what would make him lose his mind. She was eager, she was aggressive, and everything about the chance to go all out on him was proving far better than she could have ever hoped. This was what she wanted, and she took up her task eagerly, diving for his sac and showering him with all the affection and desperation she could give.
“Fuck.” Ben slurred. He had never even dreamt about something quite like this before but damn if it didn’t feel incredible.
As Attea worked tirelessly and hungrily at Ben's cock and balls, the two of them both missed the sounds of Looma regaining her senses. Angry at the lost pleasure and the empty feeling she felt that told her that the hero hadn’t even cum inside of her before his erection was removed, she glared at the wiry, waify frog girl slobbering all over her lover’s package and growled.
Attea startled at the noise, perking up as she turned quickly around. "Excuse you," she spat, her tongue slithering back into her mouth as she stared with narrow, frustrated eyes at the still sprawled form of Looma, not the least bit afraid of her. "I'm busy here. You can go jill off and wait your turn if you'd like, but I wouldn't bother. I'm not going to leave a single drop for anyone else."
“It was my turn you two-bit skank!” Looma barked angerly.
Grasping Ben's dick tightly, Attea began to jerk him off, sneering at Looma as she squatted there unafraid and shameless. "He doesn't need a brute who doesn’t know how to properly please him and would damn his child to a life of mediocrity," she said, sticking her tongue out mockingly. "Come back tomorrow if you want, but I think by the time I'm done with Ben he'll be begging me to take him as my emperor so that we would share a bed every night. No girl can make him feel good like I can, and when you show up tomorrow, and Ben carryfucks me to the door, you'll realize that he doesn't want you."
Now Ben was scared. Something like this was exactly what he didn’t want to happen between the two extraterrestrial royals. He had to defuse the situation, or at the least stop the conversation before it could escalate any further. Thinking as quickly and as sanely as his lust and fear-addled brain could handle Ben came up with an idea that would hopefully solve the situation. Grabbing Attea’s head with both hands he turned her back toward his cock dragged her into his crotch, his still ridged cock forcing its way past her slightly parted lips and down her suddenly spasming throat effectively gagging her.
While Attea was too shocked to even attempt to struggle her way away from the invading phallus Looma was quick to start to laugh mockingly at her rival’s new situation. “A good look for you frog!” She boomed, finally standing up “However, you made some bold claims and you can’t quite prove them like that can you?” She almost purred, making her way over to the two smaller forms of her enemy and lover.
Confused by the taller woman’s words Ben did nothing as the four-armed warrior grabbed Attea by her arms and hoisted her upwards, his dick sliding out of the formally squatting girl’s mouth at the sudden movement. Nobody knew what Looma was going to do. Attea tried to kick about, expecting her to pull her arms out of her sockets, while Ben expected defenestration to get her out of the bedroom so it would be just him and Looma. But instead, she proceeded to slam Attea right down onto Ben's cock and begin to fuck her up and down it like a living fleshlight, to the gasping excitement of both of them. Neither had expected something like this, as Looma forced Ben and Attea to fuck, a strange use of her strength and her aggression.
“A woman can not truly satisfy a warrior’s cock with just their mouth and hands.” Looma told the now much smaller girl, “She must be able to take him between her legs.”
Attea didn’t answer, too busy screaming in a mind-shattering mixture of pain and pleasure. “IT’S TOO MUCH! PULL IT OUT! ITS RIPPING ME IN TWO!” She cried. Incursions had much smaller genitalia than most other species of similar heights and Ben was more well hung than the average of nearly any species of their size. These things combined meant that Ben’s cock was literally rearranging her insides, only her species natural ability to take punishment and their flexibility preventing the invading member from causing undue damage to her organs and womb.
But Looma was adamant about what she was doing, guiding Attea up and down Ben's cock, growling as she held tightly onto her, one hand seizing each of her arms and each of her hips, holding her perfectly steady and balanced to guide her with brutal speed up and down Ben's dick. "We both know you cannot handle what Ben truly desires," she snarled, holding Attea at a bit of a distance as she kept the motion going, putting Attea through the wringer in the name of getting what she wanted. There was no mercy or shame to the way she went about it, either; this was all-out, mad aggression, and it seemed nothing was going to calm her down or slow this procession. "So I will show you that you can't do it, and then all three of us will know the truth. And afterward Ben can impregnate me alone with a strong heir to my kingdom.”
‘Okay, this situation has gone completely beyond my control.’ Ben realized. ‘Oh well. I tried. Nothing to do but enjoy it I guess.’
Pulling herself together Attea fought down her urge to scream. "Fucking bring it," Attea whined. It was all she could do, whining as her head rolled back and gasps of ecstasy pilled from her lips. She had not been expecting this turn of events, but a deep, exhausting fuck as she was guided up and down ten inches of throbbing cock like a fleshlight was too good for Attea to want to complain about. She was out of her depth, and on some level, she knew it was too rough for her to possibly keep this up and hope to hold out no matter her durability, but the pleasure she felt along with the pain ached so hotly and satisfying that she couldn't bring herself to care. This felt incredible, and she needed only to keep riding that hot peak through to its natural conclusion and she would get everything she craved, everything she came here for. She was dead certain of it.
Kneeling down behind Attea and bouncing her carelessly along Ben's dick. She was eager to accomplish two things at once here, to exhaust Attea until she was a breathless, shivering wreck who couldn't think or speak clearly and would be absolutely ripe to just toss away like yesterday's trash, and to get Ben off, to prove that she was undeniably the one who could handle and please Ben. That only Looma could bring the intensity and aggression he truly craved. It was that mark of confidence that informed everything she did, and for that, she would keep her arms at tireless work to prove her point.
Ben liked different things from different girls. Attea's hot tongue and the thrill with which she threw herself at him and how she could adore all ten inches with nothing but her tongue was incredible. Looma's aggression and the original back and forth fight for dominance before he conquered her, shamelessly dominating her without any end or decision in sight was equally incredible, just in very different ways.
Attea moved with a speed she never could have on her own, and maybe wasn't meant to. Her slender frame was not made for taking a cock this big this fast, and he was met with a tightness that made him shiver, groaning as he stared up at Attea, at the look of absolutely fuck-drunk bliss on her face. She was being overloaded by all these sensations and had no idea how to handle them, but at least she looked to be having a good time. She'd occasionally offer up some increasingly breathless response to Looma after being scolded for her inability to handle this all. There was no denying she couldn't, though, and if it weren't obvious already the screams that ripped through her throat as she came made it blatant.
The heights of orgasmic bliss made Attea thrash inside the strong grip holding her, her body unable to keep still but held in place so firmly by Looma's grip that she was practically spasming in her desire to move. Her head spun out and her body refused to still itself as her inner walls clamped down around Ben's too large cock, greedily but weakly clenching and begging for his cum. There was nothing she could do now to protect herself or her sanity; she was gone, trashed and desperate, and as Ben came inside of her pussy she was even more gone. Exhaustion began to set in as she got fucked hard to a powerful orgasm and had her energy sapped right out of her.
Grinning at the sight of the now barely conscious woman Looma turned Attea upside-down as she lifted her off of Ben's dick. The dazed frog girl hung limply in place as Looma buried her face between her legs and began to aggressively suck and slurp the cum right out of her, getting every last drop of Ben's cum from her spent twat before she cast her aside like garbage. "You don't deserve his cum or his child," she said dismissively as she looked toward Ben, licking her lips.
“Now we breed.” Looma declared moving Ben back over to the bed and making him sit on its edge. She wasn’t going to take any chances this time. As much as she had enjoyed being at his mercy at the start, this time she was going to be on top and he would put a child in her before she allowed him to get back up. Crawling into his lap and slamming herself down onto his cock without any other care in the world.
Ben knew he was in the middle of something truly insane and potentially dangerous here, and that there was nothing he could have possibly do now that could make this okay or sane or even just barely acceptable. He was in over his head here, forced to endure the most bizarre of things and somehow deal with it all in a sensible and sane way. The girls were fighting over him now, not just his sperm, and it hadn't even really been much of a fight, as he lay there staring up at Looma, at the proud strength of her gorgeous body in motion and ready to pleasure him through whatever means she had to take. He appreciated every inch of her, truly, but there was something more than a little insane about this whole endeavor and he hadn't the slightest idea where to begin expressing that.
He also couldn't. Not really. Not with the slick, hot pussy around his cock, Looma's tight hole begging him for a good, rough fuck now. His hips bucked off of the bed, slamming up into Looma as he relished in giving her what she needed. A singular urge to fuck as after giving Attea all that fun for herself was all that drove Looma now, and she moved with such fervor and frustration that it seemed nothing was going to slow her down now. She wanted out, wanted to ride Ben raw and take advantage of the circumstances she found him in to dominate him and keep him dominated, to show her power over him for a dazed guest who had to confront that she was her better in every way. She grabbed Ben's wrists and pinned them to the bed with her lower arms as her upper arms fondled and caressed her breasts eagerly, leaving her a bucking, moaning mess happily indulging in the chance to ride his cock raw.
Meanwhile Attea slowly managed to get her bearings and her energy and she was not happy with Looma. She set her gaze on Looma's taut, tight ass. It was exactly the sort of place she could enjoy diving into, if only to shake her up. Sneaking up behind the much larger red skinned warrior, Attea grabbed her muscled cheeks and spread them apart as she shoved her long tongue right up Looma's ass, snickering to herself as she threw a challenge for Looma's leadership.
With ten inches cock in her needy pussy, Looma had been able to ride high and mighty in charge, bouncing on his cock like the warrior queen she was and enjoying the pleasure she felt aching through her. But as Attea ruined everything with her tongue, that changed. Her hips bucked, and a shudder raced up her spine as she felt the frustration wear down suddenly upon her. It was almost too much to take. It was something powerful and primal, something that she had to suddenly confront as the tongue slithered along her ass. The initial penetration was just to surprise Looma, but Attea quickly followed it up with deft flicks and twists. The tongue slithered around her tight rim, dragged in broad strokes up and down her ass and even along to Ben's balls, and sometimes just pushed into her for a very direct and senseless tonguefucking of the princess's ass. Distantly Looma couldn’t help but wonder if Attea had done this kind of thing before.
Ben was still in his own kind of daze. He could hardly believe he was involved in this sort of madness, playing the third wheel to two alien princesses' weird, competitive bid for dominance and for him. He thought this whole event was going to be about getting them pregnant with heirs, but this was much weirder though. The opportunity to take some control was here though, and he wasn’t going to let it pass. He grabbed hold of Looma and quickly turned the tables on her. A quick burst of strength that he didn’t think he had in his human form was all he needed to shove Looma down onto the floor, pinning her shoulders and neck down as her body hung upside-down, Ben's feet landing confidently on the mattress as he settled into the piledriver position, dominating Looma with a show of power he'd never been able to manage before, but she was weaker with the tongue up her ass and her thoughts splintered off, and Ben decided to go big or go home. It was either that or possibly die in the crossfire of the two women.
"Ben!" Looma yelled as he took his harsher, more dominant position, pounding down into her pussy from above as she whined, still under the harshness of Attea leaning over the edge of the bed to eat her ass. She squirmed and whined, newfound bursts of frustrations building up inside of her as he hammered down. "Wait, this is not what I intended!” She tried.
“Shut up.” Ben growled. “You two turned this into a contest, a fight, and I don’t back down from fights. And I sure as hell don’t lose them either!” He roared, redoubling his pace. "I'm in control now, and if I have to keep trying to keep you two from driving the other into declaring war I’ll take over both your empires and make you my concubines. Got it?" He groaned and grunted his way through the harshness of his point, leaving both women gasping, writhing messes squirming under the weight of his harshness. There was something utterly shameless in the way Ben moved as he sought to prove his point with brutal efficiency, making damn sure she knew who was in charge. "You're not using me to prove anything to each other. This is about getting you bitches pregnant and that's what’s going to fucking happen!” He roared.
Needless to say by the end of the night Looma both got what she wanted in the form of a Ben Tennison fathered pregnancy, and had to swallow a bitter pill when word came out that despite the four armed woman’s best efforts to suck all the cum Ben had sprayed into Attea’s pussy whenever the chance arose the Incursion empress was also well and truly fertilized.
Meanwhile Ben was just glad that the event didn’t kick off a war between the armies of the two rulers, and that thanks to some nifty intergalactic laws he got visiting rights and partial custody of the children he left in the women’s bellies. Azmuth knew that those kids needed at least some exposure to a parental figure who wasn’t battle hungry and egoistic beyond most forms of measurement.
Of course, if either girl ever asked for a repeat he wasn’t going to refuse them either. That had been one hell of an awesome weekend.
According to Azmuth, the Omnitrix transformed the user into a prime example of a species, meaning the best genetics of the species are brought to the forefront, what he didn’t mention was that prolonged use of the device would, in turn, bring forth the best possible genes of the user’s species to the forefront as well, making the user smarter, faster, stronger, and all-around better than they had been before. This went double if said user used the device during puberty like one Ben Tennison did.
Instead of the typical six foot two of the Tennison men, Ben was six-five. Instead of building a small amount of bulky, very strong muscles when he worked out, Ben was built like an Olympic gymnast and was stronger than one to boot. And most importantly given the current situation Ben found himself in, instead of a five and a half-inch member, the galactic hero was packing a full ten and change inches of meat between his legs.
What situation could possibly require him to be as endowed as he was above all else? Well fucking a princess from a species like the Tetramands- who were on average eight feet tall and had dicks around eight inches- was one such situation, even if the one currently getting her cunt filled with his cock was the only seven feet tall Looma Red Wind.
Another instance would be banging a wacko size queen who got pissy if she didn’t get what she wanted. Like Attea of the Incurseans. Though she was currently occupied with shoving her long nimble tongue down Ben’s throat while he fucked her fellow princess.
Turns out that although he was able to convince the two alien princesses that they didn’t need a husband to rule alongside them, the higher-ups of their societies still demanded that they either have a solid way to continue their bloodlines- ie a husband- a named heir in case of tragedy- which, seeing as their cultures were about as cutthroat in the literal sense as possible would basically be like choosing who paid for their assassins- or a blood heir already on hand- which meant having a kid. This, of course, led to them returning to Earth AT THE SAME GOD DAMNED TIME to find the only man to ever hold their individual infatuations, Ben Tennison. Not that he was complaining, he was between relationships right now anyway. Plus they insisted that they all have a threesome to avoid one girl getting slighted because he banged the other one first.
Which of course resulted in the current situation.
“By the gods! Keep fucking me you bastard!” Looma yelled blissfully, she may not get the warlord she wanted by her side at the end of this and it might just be ‘business’, but she sure as hell was enjoying the experience none the less.
Ben would have replied to the plea, but seeing as his mouth was currently occupied with Attea he made do with giving the red-skinned alien a harsher thrust to show that he had heard her. That was enough for the war lord’s daughter. That extra little burst of domination thrust into and upon her. She was no princess here, no great warrior, she was nothing but a breeding mare for the hero of the galaxy and while she knew somewhere deep in her pleasure addled mind that she would have to return to her responsibilities and position before too long at that moment she savored the feeling of being brought low, of having someone else call the shots for once in her life.
Unfortunately for the muscular female Attea noticed her lapse into a bliss filled daze and took action, pushing Ben so that he had to take a step backward, his cock slipping out of her fellow princess’ cunt only to quickly be grasped by the frog-like hand. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but it was very strange to Ben. Attea’s skin was smoother than a human or Tetramand’s, her blood ran at a slight but noticeably lower temperature than Ben and Looma’s as well. It caused a slight shock through the transforming hero’s nerves in a delightful way.
Removing her tongue from her temporary partner’s mouth with a self-satisfied smirk on her wide lips Attea gave the young man a saucy wink full of promises before quickly squatting down in front of him making her face level with his diamond-hard cock. At four times the typical length of an Incursean’s genitalia, it was absolutely massive to her, almost in a terrifying way. Almost.
Once again taking advantage of her long flexible tongue the empress wrapped the oral muscle around Ben’s shaft in a loose spiral causing Ben to gasp at the new very foreign feeling. Attea didn’t bother to take Ben’s length into her mouth like she knew many other women of different species would have done, instead, she kept her lips several inches away from her current lover’s member and used her wrapped tongue to massage his cock. Jerking it off with the long muscle as she licked and caressed it all over, head leaning down to plant kisses all over his balls. Attea had plenty of time to learn Ben thanks to her spies over the years. To study his cock, to know what he liked, to know what would make him lose his mind. She was eager, she was aggressive, and everything about the chance to go all out on him was proving far better than she could have ever hoped. This was what she wanted, and she took up her task eagerly, diving for his sac and showering him with all the affection and desperation she could give.
“Fuck.” Ben slurred. He had never even dreamt about something quite like this before but damn if it didn’t feel incredible.
As Attea worked tirelessly and hungrily at Ben's cock and balls, the two of them both missed the sounds of Looma regaining her senses. Angry at the lost pleasure and the empty feeling she felt that told her that the hero hadn’t even cum inside of her before his erection was removed, she glared at the wiry, waify frog girl slobbering all over her lover’s package and growled.
Attea startled at the noise, perking up as she turned quickly around. "Excuse you," she spat, her tongue slithering back into her mouth as she stared with narrow, frustrated eyes at the still sprawled form of Looma, not the least bit afraid of her. "I'm busy here. You can go jill off and wait your turn if you'd like, but I wouldn't bother. I'm not going to leave a single drop for anyone else."
“It was my turn you two-bit skank!” Looma barked angerly.
Grasping Ben's dick tightly, Attea began to jerk him off, sneering at Looma as she squatted there unafraid and shameless. "He doesn't need a brute who doesn’t know how to properly please him and would damn his child to a life of mediocrity," she said, sticking her tongue out mockingly. "Come back tomorrow if you want, but I think by the time I'm done with Ben he'll be begging me to take him as my emperor so that we would share a bed every night. No girl can make him feel good like I can, and when you show up tomorrow, and Ben carryfucks me to the door, you'll realize that he doesn't want you."
Now Ben was scared. Something like this was exactly what he didn’t want to happen between the two extraterrestrial royals. He had to defuse the situation, or at the least stop the conversation before it could escalate any further. Thinking as quickly and as sanely as his lust and fear-addled brain could handle Ben came up with an idea that would hopefully solve the situation. Grabbing Attea’s head with both hands he turned her back toward his cock dragged her into his crotch, his still ridged cock forcing its way past her slightly parted lips and down her suddenly spasming throat effectively gagging her.
While Attea was too shocked to even attempt to struggle her way away from the invading phallus Looma was quick to start to laugh mockingly at her rival’s new situation. “A good look for you frog!” She boomed, finally standing up “However, you made some bold claims and you can’t quite prove them like that can you?” She almost purred, making her way over to the two smaller forms of her enemy and lover.
Confused by the taller woman’s words Ben did nothing as the four-armed warrior grabbed Attea by her arms and hoisted her upwards, his dick sliding out of the formally squatting girl’s mouth at the sudden movement. Nobody knew what Looma was going to do. Attea tried to kick about, expecting her to pull her arms out of her sockets, while Ben expected defenestration to get her out of the bedroom so it would be just him and Looma. But instead, she proceeded to slam Attea right down onto Ben's cock and begin to fuck her up and down it like a living fleshlight, to the gasping excitement of both of them. Neither had expected something like this, as Looma forced Ben and Attea to fuck, a strange use of her strength and her aggression.
“A woman can not truly satisfy a warrior’s cock with just their mouth and hands.” Looma told the now much smaller girl, “She must be able to take him between her legs.”
Attea didn’t answer, too busy screaming in a mind-shattering mixture of pain and pleasure. “IT’S TOO MUCH! PULL IT OUT! ITS RIPPING ME IN TWO!” She cried. Incursions had much smaller genitalia than most other species of similar heights and Ben was more well hung than the average of nearly any species of their size. These things combined meant that Ben’s cock was literally rearranging her insides, only her species natural ability to take punishment and their flexibility preventing the invading member from causing undue damage to her organs and womb.
But Looma was adamant about what she was doing, guiding Attea up and down Ben's cock, growling as she held tightly onto her, one hand seizing each of her arms and each of her hips, holding her perfectly steady and balanced to guide her with brutal speed up and down Ben's dick. "We both know you cannot handle what Ben truly desires," she snarled, holding Attea at a bit of a distance as she kept the motion going, putting Attea through the wringer in the name of getting what she wanted. There was no mercy or shame to the way she went about it, either; this was all-out, mad aggression, and it seemed nothing was going to calm her down or slow this procession. "So I will show you that you can't do it, and then all three of us will know the truth. And afterward Ben can impregnate me alone with a strong heir to my kingdom.”
‘Okay, this situation has gone completely beyond my control.’ Ben realized. ‘Oh well. I tried. Nothing to do but enjoy it I guess.’
Pulling herself together Attea fought down her urge to scream. "Fucking bring it," Attea whined. It was all she could do, whining as her head rolled back and gasps of ecstasy pilled from her lips. She had not been expecting this turn of events, but a deep, exhausting fuck as she was guided up and down ten inches of throbbing cock like a fleshlight was too good for Attea to want to complain about. She was out of her depth, and on some level, she knew it was too rough for her to possibly keep this up and hope to hold out no matter her durability, but the pleasure she felt along with the pain ached so hotly and satisfying that she couldn't bring herself to care. This felt incredible, and she needed only to keep riding that hot peak through to its natural conclusion and she would get everything she craved, everything she came here for. She was dead certain of it.
Kneeling down behind Attea and bouncing her carelessly along Ben's dick. She was eager to accomplish two things at once here, to exhaust Attea until she was a breathless, shivering wreck who couldn't think or speak clearly and would be absolutely ripe to just toss away like yesterday's trash, and to get Ben off, to prove that she was undeniably the one who could handle and please Ben. That only Looma could bring the intensity and aggression he truly craved. It was that mark of confidence that informed everything she did, and for that, she would keep her arms at tireless work to prove her point.
Ben liked different things from different girls. Attea's hot tongue and the thrill with which she threw herself at him and how she could adore all ten inches with nothing but her tongue was incredible. Looma's aggression and the original back and forth fight for dominance before he conquered her, shamelessly dominating her without any end or decision in sight was equally incredible, just in very different ways.
Attea moved with a speed she never could have on her own, and maybe wasn't meant to. Her slender frame was not made for taking a cock this big this fast, and he was met with a tightness that made him shiver, groaning as he stared up at Attea, at the look of absolutely fuck-drunk bliss on her face. She was being overloaded by all these sensations and had no idea how to handle them, but at least she looked to be having a good time. She'd occasionally offer up some increasingly breathless response to Looma after being scolded for her inability to handle this all. There was no denying she couldn't, though, and if it weren't obvious already the screams that ripped through her throat as she came made it blatant.
The heights of orgasmic bliss made Attea thrash inside the strong grip holding her, her body unable to keep still but held in place so firmly by Looma's grip that she was practically spasming in her desire to move. Her head spun out and her body refused to still itself as her inner walls clamped down around Ben's too large cock, greedily but weakly clenching and begging for his cum. There was nothing she could do now to protect herself or her sanity; she was gone, trashed and desperate, and as Ben came inside of her pussy she was even more gone. Exhaustion began to set in as she got fucked hard to a powerful orgasm and had her energy sapped right out of her.
Grinning at the sight of the now barely conscious woman Looma turned Attea upside-down as she lifted her off of Ben's dick. The dazed frog girl hung limply in place as Looma buried her face between her legs and began to aggressively suck and slurp the cum right out of her, getting every last drop of Ben's cum from her spent twat before she cast her aside like garbage. "You don't deserve his cum or his child," she said dismissively as she looked toward Ben, licking her lips.
“Now we breed.” Looma declared moving Ben back over to the bed and making him sit on its edge. She wasn’t going to take any chances this time. As much as she had enjoyed being at his mercy at the start, this time she was going to be on top and he would put a child in her before she allowed him to get back up. Crawling into his lap and slamming herself down onto his cock without any other care in the world.
Ben knew he was in the middle of something truly insane and potentially dangerous here, and that there was nothing he could have possibly do now that could make this okay or sane or even just barely acceptable. He was in over his head here, forced to endure the most bizarre of things and somehow deal with it all in a sensible and sane way. The girls were fighting over him now, not just his sperm, and it hadn't even really been much of a fight, as he lay there staring up at Looma, at the proud strength of her gorgeous body in motion and ready to pleasure him through whatever means she had to take. He appreciated every inch of her, truly, but there was something more than a little insane about this whole endeavor and he hadn't the slightest idea where to begin expressing that.
He also couldn't. Not really. Not with the slick, hot pussy around his cock, Looma's tight hole begging him for a good, rough fuck now. His hips bucked off of the bed, slamming up into Looma as he relished in giving her what she needed. A singular urge to fuck as after giving Attea all that fun for herself was all that drove Looma now, and she moved with such fervor and frustration that it seemed nothing was going to slow her down now. She wanted out, wanted to ride Ben raw and take advantage of the circumstances she found him in to dominate him and keep him dominated, to show her power over him for a dazed guest who had to confront that she was her better in every way. She grabbed Ben's wrists and pinned them to the bed with her lower arms as her upper arms fondled and caressed her breasts eagerly, leaving her a bucking, moaning mess happily indulging in the chance to ride his cock raw.
Meanwhile Attea slowly managed to get her bearings and her energy and she was not happy with Looma. She set her gaze on Looma's taut, tight ass. It was exactly the sort of place she could enjoy diving into, if only to shake her up. Sneaking up behind the much larger red skinned warrior, Attea grabbed her muscled cheeks and spread them apart as she shoved her long tongue right up Looma's ass, snickering to herself as she threw a challenge for Looma's leadership.
With ten inches cock in her needy pussy, Looma had been able to ride high and mighty in charge, bouncing on his cock like the warrior queen she was and enjoying the pleasure she felt aching through her. But as Attea ruined everything with her tongue, that changed. Her hips bucked, and a shudder raced up her spine as she felt the frustration wear down suddenly upon her. It was almost too much to take. It was something powerful and primal, something that she had to suddenly confront as the tongue slithered along her ass. The initial penetration was just to surprise Looma, but Attea quickly followed it up with deft flicks and twists. The tongue slithered around her tight rim, dragged in broad strokes up and down her ass and even along to Ben's balls, and sometimes just pushed into her for a very direct and senseless tonguefucking of the princess's ass. Distantly Looma couldn’t help but wonder if Attea had done this kind of thing before.
Ben was still in his own kind of daze. He could hardly believe he was involved in this sort of madness, playing the third wheel to two alien princesses' weird, competitive bid for dominance and for him. He thought this whole event was going to be about getting them pregnant with heirs, but this was much weirder though. The opportunity to take some control was here though, and he wasn’t going to let it pass. He grabbed hold of Looma and quickly turned the tables on her. A quick burst of strength that he didn’t think he had in his human form was all he needed to shove Looma down onto the floor, pinning her shoulders and neck down as her body hung upside-down, Ben's feet landing confidently on the mattress as he settled into the piledriver position, dominating Looma with a show of power he'd never been able to manage before, but she was weaker with the tongue up her ass and her thoughts splintered off, and Ben decided to go big or go home. It was either that or possibly die in the crossfire of the two women.
"Ben!" Looma yelled as he took his harsher, more dominant position, pounding down into her pussy from above as she whined, still under the harshness of Attea leaning over the edge of the bed to eat her ass. She squirmed and whined, newfound bursts of frustrations building up inside of her as he hammered down. "Wait, this is not what I intended!” She tried.
“Shut up.” Ben growled. “You two turned this into a contest, a fight, and I don’t back down from fights. And I sure as hell don’t lose them either!” He roared, redoubling his pace. "I'm in control now, and if I have to keep trying to keep you two from driving the other into declaring war I’ll take over both your empires and make you my concubines. Got it?" He groaned and grunted his way through the harshness of his point, leaving both women gasping, writhing messes squirming under the weight of his harshness. There was something utterly shameless in the way Ben moved as he sought to prove his point with brutal efficiency, making damn sure she knew who was in charge. "You're not using me to prove anything to each other. This is about getting you bitches pregnant and that's what’s going to fucking happen!” He roared.
Needless to say by the end of the night Looma both got what she wanted in the form of a Ben Tennison fathered pregnancy, and had to swallow a bitter pill when word came out that despite the four armed woman’s best efforts to suck all the cum Ben had sprayed into Attea’s pussy whenever the chance arose the Incursion empress was also well and truly fertilized.
Meanwhile Ben was just glad that the event didn’t kick off a war between the armies of the two rulers, and that thanks to some nifty intergalactic laws he got visiting rights and partial custody of the children he left in the women’s bellies. Azmuth knew that those kids needed at least some exposure to a parental figure who wasn’t battle hungry and egoistic beyond most forms of measurement.
Of course, if either girl ever asked for a repeat he wasn’t going to refuse them either. That had been one hell of an awesome weekend.
Comment