The Interview

She was breathing through her mouth now, panting lightly, her slightly heaving breasts seeming larger and firmer than they had been, her hard nipples sticking out as though inviting someone to suck on them.

Melanie found it hard to tear her gaze away from Mr. Prince's magnificent cock, but when she finally did she realized with shock that all of his skin had deepened to an onyx black with the faintest shimmer, and his black irises had expanded until his eyes no longer showed any white. The pale cream of Dax and Link's skin had morphed into an opalescent lavender that almost matched the color of the drink she had been given what felt like days ago but had actually been less than an hour, and their eyes were also now completely black. Link grinned at her, and his mouth seemed to have several more canine teeth than it should.

Melanie trembled, but not in fear. She didn't know what they were, but they were beautiful and she fought a tremendous urge to launch herself across the mahogany coffee table and clamp onto one of them, desperate to feel their skin against hers.

The corners of Mr. Price's mouth quirked up, seemingly pleased with her reaction. "LevTech was founded by our leader as a way to assess whether humans could ultimately be integrated with our people, both socially and physically. The data gathering tools embedded in LevTech products is propelling much of the research that needs to happen before we can make that determination, but we need to recruit a small group of humans to provide us with more...intimate...knowledge."

Melanie read between the lines. "You're aliens," she blurted, eyes wide.

Dax's nose wrinkled in distaste. "That is not the term we prefer," he said. "But yes, Earth is not our planet of origin. Our people are called Vel'ai."

"What do you want with me, of all people?" Melanie said.

"We need a human of breeding age with a flexible mind, few social and familial ties, a submissive nature, and a susceptibility to our aivala. Our research showed you met the first four criteria, and it was clear within five minutes of the start of this interview that you reacted very gratifyingly to the aivala."

"What is aivala?" Melanie asked.

"It is a pheromone we release that attracts potential mates and prepares them physically for breeding."

"Breeding?" Melanie choked out. "You want to breed me?" She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Melanie had never wanted children, but the thought of being bred by the three Vel'ai towering over her made her cunt clench with the sudden desire to milk those beautiful cocks of their cum.

"Not right away," Dax said reassuringly. "We need to do more tests to ensure that humans and Vel'ai can produce viable offspring."

"Our aivala also makes mating much, much more enjoyable for both parties," Link contributed, giving Melanie an approving once-over. "It changes your body slightly—more significantly over a long-term exposure—to be more pleasing to your mate and to enhance the pleasure you receive from them." All three men were still hard, and Link gave his now lavender-hued cock an absent stroke as he took in Melanie's state. "You have already started changing for us, beautiful."

Mr. Prince gave Link a repressive look. "The effects of the aivala are not permanent, not at this early stage. If you choose, you can decline our offer and leave here this afternoon, and you will be as you were within a day or two. Of course, our presence on Earth is of the utmost secrecy and we would need to repress your memories of us. You would recall merely a disappointing job interview at a company that was not a good fit for you."

Melanie was stricken with horror at the thought of forgetting the three Vel'ai. "Please, no," she said. She quickly slid off the sofa and onto her knees on the floor in front of the low table. "Please allow me to serve you," she begged, eyes filling with tears at the prospect of losing this opportunity. Of losing them.

The smell that had been growing ever-stronger since she entered the room, which she now realized must be the scent of the pheromone they referred to, seemed to thicken the air. A shudder of pleasure wracked her body and she realized she had soaked through her panties and the crotch of her dress slacks. She had never been this wet, and without any physical stimulation at all.

Mr. Prince regarded her seriously but not unkindly. "Remove the rest of your clothing." She scrambled to obey, propping herself up on the table to remove her heels and strip off her slacks, peeling her soaking panties off with them. She sighed in pleasure as her oversensitive skin was bared to the warm air of the office, and she quickly returned to her kneeling position, eyes downcast. "See?" Link murmured to the other two men. "She already knows where she belongs. She's perfect."

She felt a hand on her head, then it tangled in her hair and tugged, angling her face up. Link stood in front of her, his cock bobbing in front of her face. Melanie found herself swaying forward, but the hand in her hair tightened before her lips could reach their target. She looked up. "Please," she said.

"Please what?" Link said mildly, looking down at her.

She gulped. "Please may I suck your cock, sir?"

"I knew you would be the perfect little slut for us," he said, smirking. He reached down with the hand not tangled in her hair and lightly tweaked one of her nipples. She cried out at the pleasure that shot through her body at the contact. Her nipples had never been this sensitive. She remembered what Link had said about the aivala causing physical changes.

Then she lost her train of thought as, at long last, he lined his dick up at her slightly parted lips. He ran the purple head along them, spreading a mixture of her saliva and his precome around her mouth. "Open," he said. She stared into his black, inhuman eyes as she opened her mouth to receive his cock and he slowly fed it to her. She desperately wanted to close her mouth and give him as much pleasure as she could, but she ceded to his control. He paused when her mouth was full with just half his dick inside. Any further and he would hit the back of her throat. They stared at each other in silence, and Link ran a thumb across her cheek. "Lovely," he murmured.

"Now suck." Melanie couldn't help but close her eyes in relief as she was finally able to give in to the urge she had been fighting ever since she saw Link's cock. She ran her lips up to the head, his hand still in her hair but letting her control her movement. She lapped at the head before taking it back in her mouth and sucking. She began bobbing her head as far down his cock as she could, then sucking him all the way back up, running her tongue along the underside. She realized with a jolt that his cock had some subtle ridging that hadn't been visible, thin lines of slightly raised skin almost the consistency of human scar tissue. It was certainly more sensitive than scar tissue though, she realized with delight when her tongue meandered along one of these lines and Link's hand in her hair flexed convulsively.

She began deliberately targeting these ridges, which seemed to curl around and up his cock at random, and was rewarded with an audible moan. The sound seemed to signal the crumbling of Link's control. His hand tightened in her hair and he held her head still as he began stroking into her mouth, fucking her face. Melanie hummed in approval, happy to let him use her mouth however he wished. She tried to keep her lips sealed around him but had to gag a bit as he hit the back of her throat on an enthusiastic stroke, and she felt drool begin dripping down her chin.

Suddenly, Melanie felt another pair of hands at her hips. "Mmph!" she exclaimed around her mouthful of Link's cock. She had been so consumed with what she was doing that she had failed to note where Mr. Prince and Dax were while Link used her mouth. She tried to look to see who was behind her, but Link's hand in her hair arrested her movement and forced her to stay where she was so he could continue his facefucking uninterrupted.

Gentle hands lifted her up off the carpet and onto the low mahogany table, maneuvering her until she was on all fours. Link continued to thrust into her mouth unabated, adjusting his grip to allow for the changed angle. She coughed slightly and more drool leaked out of her mouth and dripped onto the table. The hands ran up and down her back soothingly, then slipped over her ass and down to her slit. A finger sank slowly into her pussy and then withdrew.

"She already tastes like she's ours." The satisfied voice behind her belonged to Dax. His fingers delved back down into her cunt and he inserted two this time, a wet sound emerging as he pumped them in and out a few times before curling them to scoop out more of her juices. "Delicious," she heard him sigh. He added a third finger, stretching her almost to the point of pain, and then she felt his other hand slipping down her mound and parting her lips to touch her clit.

The orgasm had been building since she stepped into the room and got her first dose of their aivala, and the instant Dax touched her she exploded, mouth dropping open around Link's dick so she could cry out as her body spasmed hard around Dax's fingers. Link politely paused his thrusting, his dick resting on her tongue as she continued to whimper and tremble as the orgasm faded into pleasurable aftershocks. "Good girl," Dax murmured, causing her to clench hard one last time before he withdrew his fingers. She could hear him sucking her cum from them.

Then she felt his cock, not penetrating her but sliding lengthwise along her vulva, parting her lips and bumping her still sensitive clit. She cried out at the unexpected contact. Then Dax's hands gripped her hips and he began to slowly drag his cock along her cunt until it rested teasingly at her opening before thrusting along the outside of her body again. He started a slow but steady rhythm, bumping her clit each time.

Melanie began to pant, and realized that she still had a rock hard cock in her mouth. Worried that she had been neglecting Link, she looked up at him and realized that his eyes were on Dax's. Link slowly began thrusting into Melanie's mouth again while Dax thrust from the other side, and Melanie suddenly felt more like a sex toy than a sex partner. The thought should have disturbed her, but instead her pussy throbbed and she felt her pleasure heightening once again. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she began to whimper as the men set into a rhythm, one withdrawing as the other thrust.

Then Link grasped her head with both hands and his cock started moving faster. "Look at me, slut," he said, and Melanie obediently opened her eyes. "You're not ready for my cum," he said, "but I'm going to give it to you anyway." Melanie moaned her approval, desperate to please. "Fuck," he said. "Your mouth is already adjusting. Maybe you are ready." Melanie realized that Link's entire cock was now thrusting in and out of her mouth, and she wasn't even gagging. His lavender dick glistened with her saliva each time he pulled it from her mouth, and a puddle of drool had collected on the table.

Dax's pace was increasing too, and Melanie's cunt was so soaked that his dick made loud, wet sounds with every thrust. Every time he brushed her clit Melanie got closer to another peak. He leaned over her back to murmur into her ear. "You're doing so well, Melanie. Better than we ever imagined."

"Yes," Link agreed. "Such a perfect. Little. Slut." With each word, Link thrust hard into her throat, never breaking eye contact, and then a torrent of cum was rushing down Melanie's throat and filling her mouth. She tried to swallow it all but there was so much more of it than she expected that some leaked out of the corners of her mouth to run down her chin and neck. Before she had a chance to worry about whether Link would mind, he pulled out of her mouth and aimed his still ejaculating cock at her, shooting several more streams of cum directly onto her face and breasts before his orgasm finally subsided.

At that moment, Dax's rapid thrusts against her clit pushed Melanie over the edge and she came hard, yelling out and collapsing forward onto the table until only her hips were still canted upwards, held in place by Dax as he neared his own orgasm. Then Dax came, and Melanie felt his cum shooting against her vulva in such a strong stream that it triggered an aftershock to her own orgasm. Still not finished, Dax pulled back to paint her ass and back with several long ropes of his seed as well.

For a moment, the room was motionless, filled with three sets of harsh panting breaths.

Then Link pulled her off the table and onto his lap on one of the sofas, and Dax sank onto the cushion next to them, throwing his arm over Link's shoulder and snuggling up to Melanie's side. He ran his fingers through Link's spend on her breasts before bringing them to her lips to suck. The men took turns feeding her their cum and rubbing it into her skin for several minutes, and Melanie thought she had never felt so content.

Then a movement drew her eye to the sofa across from them. Mr. Prince was sitting in the center with his arms stretched over the back and his legs spread wide, his long, thick erection resting against his stomach. As Melanie watched, a bead of pearly lavender precum emerged from the onyx-black tip of his cock to slide slowly down his shaft. Melanie tore her gaze away from the almost hypnotic sight and realized Mr. Prince was looking directly at her with his intense, glistening black gaze.

"Are you ready for the second round of your interview?" he asked.