Ambassadors of Aldadiir Ep. 003

Astrid's lips were rather eager to meet Rania's. The human's hands began to roam across Rania's breasts, gently squeezing and kneading the delightfully supple flesh.

The Blue that had once been behind Amund pulled outwards and then crawled on top of him, her pussy in his face and her face against his cock. Gently, she began to lick his shaft while one of her hands lightly fondled his balls. She seemed to enjoy the taste of his recent coupling with Rania. Other Aldadiir who were forced out of the orgy with the twins began to idly entertain themselves to the sight of their coworkers enjoying the humans.

Oddly enough, it seemed that while Rania wanted to give Astrid a good view of things, she did not seem to care to do the same with Amund, allowing the other Aldadiir to obstruct his view however they wanted. For now, the one Blue seemed to want to sixty-nine him while the others had to simply make do with his fingers. For his part, Amund was still weak from his last orgasm, but the alien aphrodisiac had long ago proven able to keep him erect pretty much indefinitely as long as there were women around trying to use him. And so, he sighed into the Blue's pussy as she began licking him, and returned the favor as she obviously wanted by licking her in turn. It was hard to do that and rub yet another of the alien women's clit with any degree of skill, but somehow he managed.

The blue participating in sixty-nine with Amund moaned and chuckled softly against his cock when she felt his mouth on her netherlips. Her hips rotated slightly out of habit, but she mostly let him do what he wished. He had seemed plenty skilled with Astrid, and she was certain Eyleif had given him a few pointers as well. The other Aldadiir that forced him to use his hands helped him slightly, guiding him with their own hands. Their own gasps of pleasure began to fill the room.

Amund was not all that enthusiastic about all this, and the more the Aldadiiri women piled on him, the more he wanted to pull away and shrink into a cocoon away from them all, but right now that was not an option. So, he gave the Blue's womanhood a swirling licking, tasting her arousal. He was not sure if it was just his imagination, but Aldadiir seemed to taste a little different than humans, or at least than Astrid. How, he was not sure, but this one tasted rather blue, somehow.

Rania, for her part, seemed suddenly tender and loving with her soft kiss, pulling the human tightly into an embrace. She seemed to relax a bit from the frenetic sex she had had towards the end with Amund until she was quite lethargic. Pulling away, she gave Astrid a white-toothed smile. The inside of her mouth and her tongue were both blue, it seemed, a slightly different shade than her cerulean skin.

"You are good at this, for a girl who insisted that she did not like girls only yesterday," Rania said in what was something between a taunt and a fond observation.

If she hadn't already been flushed with arousal, Astrid would have blushed. Her lips did take a slight downturn. She was right. She had been outwardly against touching another woman in such a sexual way. But now, when she was so aroused and eager... "Spaghetti is straight until it gets wet..." she claimed sheepishly, quoting something she'd heard from her more... liberal contemporaries.

Rania frowned a bit. "I do not know what spaghetti is..." she said. "Is it a type of pasta?" She grinned again. "If so, that is a good saying. Says a lot about how repressed you humans are."

"Yes," was the only reply that Astrid could make to Rania. They were shifting positions, and it was too distracting to form coherent thought.

Rania wrapped her long, smooth legs around Astrid, and now shifted them a bit so that one of hers was on top of Astrid's, and the other below. Laying down and pushing forward, she pressed her labia tightly against Astrid's. As if on cue, another of the Greens, in imitation of her Blue counterpart atop Amund, crept over Astrid, lining up her nethers about the human and leaning her face down so that she could lick both women at once.

Done licking his shaft, the blue on top of Amund took his lower head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it very similar to how he was swirling his tongue over her sex. Except she soon began to bob her head up and down, taking his entire dick into her mouth and part of her throat before coming back up again to lick and swirl at his head.

Unconsciously, Amund arched himself just a bit into the unnamed blue woman's throat as she began to take in his entire length. No offense to Astrid at all, but this woman was clearly more experienced at fellatio. He gasped again into her nethers before trying to go back to licking her. Down below, he felt himself being pushed towards orgasm once more, oddly intensified by the sound of his sister getting off again beside him. The Blue seemed happy enough to deep-throat Amund until he came in her mouth.

For her part, Rania came faster the second time than she had the first and did so around the time that Astrid did. Sighing, she pulled herself away again. She stepped away, allowing the others access now that she had had her self-imposed allotment. Instead, she pulled one of her underlings to herself to lick her cunt as she watched the others continue to pile on the twins.

Astrid found herself lying next to her brother. She was given - intentionally or not, she didn't know - the chance to give him a very brief kiss. Then all the contact she could have with him was intertwined fingers as the voracious women pleasured themselves and the twins.

Amund was unable to fully give himself into the pleasure. It was just too much, too decadent, too constant. He had had sex with seven different women now and was exhausted. But not so exhausted he could not give Astrid a kiss and, in a concerned tone, ask her how she was holding up.

"'M okay..." Astrid told her brother. And she was. Yes, this was all far too decadent. She should be morally disturbed. But what choice did she have? Astrid figured that she might as well enjoy it. Not that her mind was currently in any condition to think otherwise. All this pleasure had gone to her head.

"And, that should do it for the main team," Rania said composedly. "Now, open the doors. Queue up, everyone. One time with each human, then move off."

"Wait, how many Aldadiir are we talking?" Amund said incredulously.

"Quite a few," Rania replied. "We are not certain as to how Aldadiir semen will react to human flesh yet, so none of our men just yet, but all the women on the station will want a taste. Not all today, though. That would be excessive. Still, the rest of the Science and Engineering departments at least should get a chance."

And so it began. But as the first new Blue Aldadiir approached Astrid, she seemed to take a fleshy, floppy dildo out and stick it onto her pussy, where it seamlessly attached. Then grew from flaccid to very erect. More out of surprise than anything else, Astrid began to twitch away from the Aldadiir. But the alien women didn't think to make any explanation and was already between the female human's legs. Astrid let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Her hand gripped tighter at her brother's. She would have preferred him and his actual cock, of course, but this felt pretty good too.

Amund had also seen the Blue and her weird strap-on thing. He turned pale and tried for a moment to sit up to do something, but a Green woman was having none of it. She gleefully hopped onto Amund and began enthusiastically riding his dick as she rubbed her fingers at her clit. He was too exhausted to resist.

Astrid was soon certain that the strap-on seemed much better than an inanimate piece of rubber or plastic, as it became quite obvious as the Aldadiir above Astrid pumped her hips in and out. She pushed the girl back and forth, stimulating herself in tune with what she was doing to Astrid, almost like a double-sided dildo, except much more real.

Astrid found herself enjoying getting fucked by the other female with the dildo... or whatever it was they called that strange contraption. She found herself wondering what it would have been like, had their positions been switched. Probably pretty fun. There wasn't a lot of time to contemplate that, though, as the woman was bringing her to what felt like the twentieth orgasm she'd had since waking up from her nap.

Soon enough, the wearer and the human were both shuddering in very real orgasm. Once it subsided, she pulled off her member, which went flaccid and small again, and hopped onto Amund at her turn without any real fanfare.

And so it went on. As soon as one of the Aldadiir - mostly more Greens and Blues, but also, on occasion, a Yellow - finished up riding one of the twins, they swapped out and another took their place. Some of them barely even looked at the humans; they just got themselves off as fast as possible as if they were no more than dildos or warm holes themselves. Others took their time, were tender, and even initiated kisses and cooing compliments. Amund lost count of how many there were. Especially because he was reasonably sure some of them had gotten in line again.

Astrid simply endured the gangbang this day had devolved to. It got to a point where she was in very real danger of getting tired of having sex with all those women. She did seem to enjoy the times a little better when the Aldadiir were being tender and kissing her.

"Please..." she found herself saying weakly after one too many aliens brought themselves to orgasm using her body. "Please stop."

Unlike with Amund's stubborn protests and occasional recalcitrance, Rania actually was paying attention to what Astrid was doing. When the human girl began weakly requesting an end to it, the tall Blue stood up and shut the door.

"And, that is all the humans can take without breaking," she said. "More than I had thought, actually. You are quite durable." She chased the others out and sat cross-legged between the twins. "You two did very well," she said gently. "Even most Aldadiir wouldn't have lasted that long. Do not worry, we will not let this happen every day." She gave Amund and Astrid both a light, surprisingly tender kiss.

A surprised and relieved Astrid met the Blue's kiss with a dazed expression. At that point, she was too tired to kiss back. And then, finally, she was alone with her brother again.

"Amund..." she said in a rather weak voice as she curled up into him in a decidedly non-sexual fashion. That was all she could bring herself to say for the moment. It was difficult to process what had just happened to them and her feelings on the matter.

Amund weakly sat up, blinking. He pulled his sister in close. "We are absolutely covered in alien sex juices," he said bitterly. "We need to wash up." But he made no move to go towards the water.

"Yes." Astrid agreed. But she didn't move any further towards doing so than Amund did.

Amund hung his head. "I am pretty sure that we just lived through the mad dreams of quite a few horny teenagers," he finally said. "A bit different in reality than in fiction."

"A teenage dream," she repeated in agreement. In her brother's arms, she could start to feel calm again, and cognitive function began to return to her. "It was overwhelming. I didn't- I mean-" she began to say. Then her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I had no idea those... strap ons were possible. I hope- I hope that didn't bother you too much." She was starting to feel guilty about that. Apparently, she could have halted it all for her brother's sake, and she could have avoided being penetrated by other phallic objects.

Amund grimaced. "I could no more rationally be disturbed by... those than you are by all of the three dozen women I just had sex with." Not that he had been able to keep track, especially considering the number of probable repeats. "I mean, I did not like it, but sadly I had other things on my mind." And on his dick. Mostly on his dick. "Disturbingly enough, I found them less disturbing than if you were being forced by a long succession of male Aldadiir with the 'real' version. At least that version was cleaner." No semen. He swallowed. "I think we may have to resign ourselves to the idea that you may be made to have sex with other males at some point. Unless you strike some idea with Rania? She seems more receptive to your requests than mine."

A shudder passed through Astrid's body at the thought of other actual males being allowed to enjoy her body. To her shame, that shudder was from equal parts revulsion and excitement. Even then. After that absurdly long session of being fucked by other females. She thought she understood the dilemma her brother was going through with all the females that he was forced to be inside.

"I will try to reason with her. I don't want to have sex with male Aldadiir." It was only a very slight lie. Mostly because she thought she knew the turmoil that it would put Amund through, and hated that more than her body was attracted to those multi-colored male aliens.

Amund noted Astrid's reaction, which seemed confused. She seemed torn between looking forward to the prospect and being repulsed by it. He smiled wanly. "An ambivalent idea, then? We do not know if Rania will allow you such a request. If not, I understand. I certainly have no right to be angry or jealous, not after..." he shuddered. "That."

"Jealousy does not always get to be rational," Astrid said quietly. But it would have to be, she supposed, if it came down to her being whored out to everyone in this seemingly godforsaken place.

He hung his head again for a moment, then spoke again. "So... you asked about my feelings. How are you doing?"

"I am... fine. I suppose." Astrid admitted. "Tired. Done with sex for, like, a week I think." That was probably an exaggeration. "Maybe it should, but it doesn't bother me watching you get taken by all those other women. Watching them pleasure you. In the end, I know that nothing they can do will change your feelings about me." She sat up to look him in the eye. "You are my twin. My husband. The future father of my children. We are forever. They are nothing but a bit of passing pleasure." And the people who enslaved them. Small details.

His sister's defiant resolve took Amund by surprise. She really meant it. Heck, she seemed to like that those other women gave him pleasure as well. It was slightly baffling, but he supposed once again that it was a good coping mechanism. He swallowed and hugged her tightly. "I have also had enough sex for a very long time. I doubt they will leave us alone, though. This promises to be our new job, of a sort."

After a longer silence, he smiled again, this time more genuinely. "I love you dearly Astrid. You are right. Nothing they do to us will change that." He gave her a light, brotherly kiss on the forehead.

His kiss made her smile and briefly lean towards him to give him a kiss in return. On the cheek, but still in a more sisterly way. "I love you too, Amund," she responded with clear, open honesty.

"We should probably wash off," he said finally. "If Rania is open to talking to you, we can learn more from her."

"Okay. Let's wash up. And eat. And then sleep for a day," She said as she attempted to get to her feet. She found that her legs didn't quite want to cooperate. "Ugh. Even if my mind was willing to have more sex, I think my body is quickly becoming too sore for that," She commented as she rubbed her legs.

Amund chuckled a bit. He helped her up and towards the bath. "I know that feeling," he replied. "Even if I wanted to have sex, right now I am not sure that my cock is even able to do so. It was almost rubbed... never mind." He looked a bit embarrassed for a moment. "Moving on. Wash. Eat. Sleep."