#faarkan

Cazmir was bending over to root through the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet when he felt the hand smack straight into his ass. “Faarkan!” he squeaked. “I’m trying to--!”

“My hands aren’t that big, surely?”

He stood suddenly. Even before he turned on his heel, he knew it was Mirbak behind him, towering over him as she always did.

“No, of course not,” he replied. The Sesharrimian had lived on this ship of thieves for years now and yet still his aristocratic upbringing shone through in his words. “It’s just that I...”

His voice trailed off when he caught sight of it: the huge strap between her legs, bright red and fashioned in the Zhuktor style. His cheeks flushed almost the same colour. The smirk on her lips made it clear that she’d noticed. Each of her hands came up and slammed into his shoulders. He collided with the filing cabinet, trapped against it as she leant in to speak.

“It’s just that you what?”

“N-Nothing!” As tough as he tried to act, Cazmir always got so flustered whenever either Mirbak or Faarkan was close to him.

She moved ever closer, her breath hot against his skin. One of her clawed fingers gently scratched at his neck and he moved his head in turn, revealing a large hickey underneath his jaw. It made the Zhuktor’s brows furrow. “And what’s this?”

She pressed at his bruise and made him whimper. “It’s--”

“Farkaan gave you this, didn’t he?”

Cazmir nodded as fast as he dared.

With a firm grip of his jaw, she forcibly turned his head, forcing him to look up at her. “You know that I like to share, Cazmir,” she said. “But if you and him won’t, then I’ll just have to take you for my own.”

His blush only deepened when she pulled away. Her fingers hooked into his collar and tugged, half-dragging him to his desk and bending him over it. A pile of his papers went flying. It was only when his trousers fell about his ankles that he noticed his office door was wide open, letting him see out into the corridor beyond.

“W-Wait,” he whimpered as he felt the larger of her two plastic cocks press at his entrance. “The door!”

Mirbak raised her head and her eyebrow alike. “What about it?”

“What about...?! It’s open!”

“And?” She laughed long and hard. “This is what you Sesharrimians like, isn’t it? To be seen?”

The tips of Cazmir’s ears turned red but he didn’t argue. Instead he spread his legs a little wider, parting his own cheeks and letting the tip of her strap press into him. She took the invitation immediately. Her hands gripped each of his hips as she rolled her own forwards and thrust deep inside. The only obstacle came in the form of her second cock, which slammed straight into his rim and forced him to stretch around it. As refined as Cazmir was, he still whined like a little bitch whenever that second cock entered him.

“That’s it,” she chuckled, slapping his bare ass cheek. “Let everyone hear what a little slut you are - my slut.”

“Our slut.”

The two of them looked up to find the doorway darkened by Faarkan’s massive shadow. He ducked as he wandered into the room, his tongue licking around his large white lips.

“You’ve already had your fun, Faarkan,” Mirbak said, her annoyance showing both on her face and in the way she rammed into Cazmir’s burning asshole. It wouldn’t be long until she was filling him completely. “Find your own hole to fill.”

The Aagnan didn’t stop until he was stood right before them, towering over them both. “Why should I?” he asked as he grasped Cazmir by the chin and rolled his thumb into his mouth. “There’s a perfectly good hole right here.”

Cazmir obediently sucked on it, letting out little muffled whimpers as Mirbak bottomed out in his ass. It was only when his mouth was empty again that a large moan passed his lips and filled the room.

“See?” Faarkan chuckled. “Our little fucktoy wants it.”

In no time at all, he was being fucked from either end, two large plastic cocks spearing his ass whilst Faarkan’s large pale one entered his mouth. Neither of the pirates was very gentle. They both thrust in and out of him, fast and hard, making him squirm and writhe in their grasp. It was almost embarrassing how quickly his first orgasm came. He never was able to stand it when Mirbak pounded him with her strap. It was with both of her cocks that she fucked the cum out of him, splattering his bright white juices over the side of his desk as he squealed. She didn’t pull out, though - as with all things, the Zhuktor was never satisfied with just the one.

It was nigh impossible for Faarkan to press his cock fully inside him. The snowy alien was just as large between his legs as he was from head to toe and even when he completely filled Cazmir’s sputtering throat, there were still inches of bright white shaft to go. Perhaps, one day, Faarkan might be able to bottom out in him. But until then he’d have to be content with slamming into his mouth only partway, grasping his hair and ramming him over and over.

“Make him cum again,” Faarkan grunted. “His throat vibrates when he does.”

Cazmir’s second orgasm came hard and heavy and it was followed quickly by his third. He had to wonder, as his legs turned to jelly under him, exactly how long this would go on for. Did all the Aagnan take as long to cum as Faarkan did? He really had no idea. Either way, he knew this wouldn’t be over until it happened - even Mirbak wouldn’t still until Faarkan had had his fill.

Finally, after five whole orgasms had been torn from him, he felt Faarkan start to achieve his own. His cock twitched and throbbed in his throat before spurting inside him, filling him with torrents of cum even as he started to slowly pull out. It poured into his mouth almost faster than he could drink it down and, when the massive length finally exited him, a final splash of deep red cum hit him in the face, drawing a surprised groan past his well-used lips. Only then did the strap in his ass pull out of him.

“What a good little whore you are,” Mirbak praised as she slapped his reddened cheeks once more. “You come see us if you want some more.”

“Wait!” Cazmir squeaked as the Aagnan pulled him into his lap and spread his bare legs. “The door’s open!”

Faarkan looked up for a moment from where he was leaning against the Sesharrimian’s desk. The door to Cazmir’s office was, indeed, wide open. “So it is,” he said. “What’s wrong? Is it making you nostalgic for home? Or would we really have to be on display for that to happen?”

The cyborg’s skin flared red. “That’s not what I meant and you know--”

All it took was two of the ice giant’s fingers ramming inside him to shut Cazmir up. He was cut off by his own moaning, a sound almost as beautiful as the pretty singing notes he let out in the shower. Faarkan wasn’t being gentle. He was never gentle, not in anything he did, but it showed especially whenever the ex-soldier was in his arms.

“So loud,” he teased as he drew his free hand back and landed a harsh spank across Cazmir’s ass cheek. He was so much bigger than him that the print ran onto the backs of his thighs as well, leaving a bright red mark that was sure to bruise. “It’s almost like you want to be seen.” He hit him again. “Go on,” he said as the harsh bone of one of his horns pressed up against the back of the Sesharrimian’s head. “Scream more for me. I’m sure that’ll make someone come running to watch.”

Faarkan started to pump his fingers in and out of him, intermittently smacking him and making him tense up around them, clenching down as the Aagnan tried to stretch him out. Each resulting whimper made the ice giant chuckle. His pure white hands looked like they should have been chilling Cazmir to the bone, but they were hot against his skin, his breath warm against his neck. They were making the Sesharrimian burn, all the way from his blushing face to his stinging ass cheeks and then his reddened little hole between them.

He was dripping by the time Faarkan pulled his fingers back. The cyborg was already panting and yet he knew, as another globule of pre-cum dropped down between his quivering legs, that the Aagnan was far from done. His fat cock was already pressing up against him, slipping inside as the ice giant started to sit the much smaller man down on top of it. He should have been used to it by now and yet every time he felt Faarkan’s length inside him, Cazmir swore it was even bigger than the last.