#poly lads fic

You took a deep breath as you adjusted the bust hem of your long black dress. The ballroom was a swirl of glittering gowns and tuxedos, and the air buzzed with mingling laughter and gossip amongst the galactic elite. At your side was Caleb, your captain. He scanned the room, his eyes ever vigilant, ready to seize the opportunity to steal the rare artifact crafted by the fabled artisans of the Gilded Realm. This was your crew's mission—a heartbeat away from the legendary artifact that could bend time and realities itself.

Yet something gnawed at your gut, a feeling of unease that coiled like a serpent, distracting you from focusing. And just as you were about to voice your concerns to Caleb, your holocom vibrated against your thigh. You glanced down at where the sleek tablet rested, noticing Sylus’ user icon. Without causing too much attention, you uncliped the small rectangular size screen. But you felt your heart drop upon reading the message. It was a text, saying: “Kitten, our sweet doctor isn’t well. Meet us in the far bathroom. Hurry.”

“Captain, I—”

“Go,” Caleb replied, his voice steady, sensing the urgency in your demeanour. “We’ll hold off until you get back. Just be quick, okay pipsqueak.” The loving pet name rolled off his lips like butter, giving you some peace in your anxiousness.

You didn’t need to be told twice as you wove through the throng of elegantly dressed patrons, each step a mix of concern and adrenaline. You quickly reached the far end of the lavishly decorated hall away from most of the party guests. You opened the door to the women's restroom, and the moment you crossed the threshold, your heart ached at the sight before you. You found Doctor Zayne, your darling husband, in a state of distress. His tentacles, usually restrained and hidden, were now wrapping around his body uncontrollably, and his eyes held a frantic darkening look. "I'm sorry, my love," He panted, leaning against the sink, sweat glistening on his brow, his vibrant tentacles tightening with every second that passed. He looked up at you, a weak smile breaking through his evident discomfort. “I—,” he whimpered, his voice strained.

You rushed to his side, your hands reaching for his arms, noticing that his skin was hot to the touch. “What’s wrong?”

"I've gone into my rut early..." His voice held a note of embarrassment, but you could sense the urgency in his words. Usually, when Zayne’s species goes into their mating cycles they are isolated, and it's prepared meticulously. But since everyone is a different type of alien on the crew, it doesn't surprise you that cycles change and fluctuate to when they are supposed to happen.

Sylus, standing beside Zayne, added, "I've been trying to calm him down, but nothing seems to be working. I think we need to help him now before it becomes even more difficult to control. Just until we can get him back to the ship." You nodded at your lover, understanding the situation all too well. You knew that when Zayne goes into heat, his body has the tendency to take over, and his needs become all-consuming. So this was just to calm his body so it could give his mind some room to breathe.

So without wasting another moment, knowing Caleb told you to be quick, you pulled Zayne closer to you. Your bodies flush against one another as he held you against the cold, hard sink. You felt his icy tentacles slither down towards your legs, snaking themselves around your thighs before tightening around you. A mixture of desire and desperation surged through both of you and in one with swift motion, he spun you around, lifting your dress so the fabric could pile around your waist, revealing your already wet panties, a testament to your own growing arousal.

Zayne could no longer hold back. With a sharp snap, he tore your panties in half, the sound echoing in the bathroom. Letting the ruined material fall to the dirty floor, he used one of his lubricated tentacles to slide between your legs, spreading your limbs apart so he could stand behind you snugly. Zayne was already becoming quickly lost in the pleasure, needing to feel you wrap around him. “Zay be quick p-please…”

Your pants caused Zayne to growl animalistically. He hated people telling him to hurry up, but deep down, he knew why you said it, knowing Caleb’s temper all too well. So using his tentacles, two held your glistening folds open while he started to drill one into your pussy, stretching you out to accommodate his size in a moment.

“Fuck…” You let out a sharp gasp, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, moving your hips in time with the tendrils thrusts. Sylus stood by, his eyes fixed on the filthy scene before him. He couldn't help but reach down to palm himself through his pants, already feeling the stirrings of his own needs grow. He watched as Zayne’s tentacle worked their magic, pumping into you with a desperate speed, preparing you nicely.

You felt yourself getting carried away by the pleasure, almost forgetting where you were and why you were there. Zayne’s tentacle knew exactly how to stimulate you, knowing your body better than yourself, curling and twisting in just the right spots. You tried desperately to remain quiet, but as Zayne’s motions became more frantic, your breath quickened and soft moans escaped your lips as you felt yourself creep closer to the edge. “Baby pleaseee.”

“I know... Just let me enjoy this. Fuck..” He grunted through gritted teeth, his glasses fogging from his hot breath. What he would give to take his time with you, slowly pumping you full, eating you, loving on you for hours. But alas time was literally of the essence. So with a hazy mind, you reached out to comfort Sylus... to give him some relief as well. Your fingers fiddled at his belt, and the red alien couldn't help but chuckle at your desperateness. He flipped the belt off in seconds giving enough room for his long cock to slip out of its confinements. The patterning and ridges on his cock made you gulp, never being able to get used to the variety of shapes and sizes your lovers gifted you. Your tongue licked a strip up the base until you reached the tip, letting his cock slip into your waiting mouth.

“Fuck that's it, Kitty…” Sylus groaned, his hand gently holding the back of your head. You felt tears welt in the corners of your eyes, most likely ruining your makeup. Zayne doesn't stop his tentacles having added two more inside you as he picks up speed in his thrusts matching the snap in Sylus’ hips.

You were almost completely lost in the burn of desire until you could hear your holocom start to ring against your exposed thigh as it sat snug in its holster. You went to reach for it, worried it might be the captain telling you that time was up. But Sylus grabbed it before you could, reading the user icon to see it was none other than Xavier. Sylus couldn't help but chuckle at seeing his friend's name given to you, Xavier had only recently completed your mating bond when you all travelled to his home planet. His claim on your hip was most likely still red and sore beneath the bandage you put on it earlier this morning.

The poor bunny was wondering where you were. His sense of possessiveness was still strong, and he wanted to know your whereabouts every hour, every minute, every second or every day. And now, finding you were missing from your post next to your captain, he would have begun to worry. Sylus, thinking quickly, opened your holocom and started recording a video. The sight of Zayne’s tentacles buried deep inside your dripping cunt, the sounds of your moans muffled against his cock, with the image of you sucking him off for dear life was all too enticing to resist not sharing. And with a few quick taps and the quick text saying “busy”, Sylus sent the video to Xavier, knowing it would drive him wild.

Throwing the device onto the sink lazily, you all briefly noticed the vibrations of the com against the sink, announcing Xavier’s incoming call, but Sylus hit ignore before going back to focusing on the task at hand, fucking your pretty little mouth. Zayne had reached his limit quickly and with a final, powerful thrust he pulled his tentacles out of you before quickly replacing them with his hard bluish-hued cock. He drilled into you with passion, his high-pitched whimpers echoing around the dim restroom. He didn’t take long to start feeling the brew of heat in his gut, indicating his eggs were ready. Just a few more thrusts. He wanted to, needed to, last a bit longer. He was screaming at himself internally for wanting to empty his load so quickly but he couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck, Honey. I need to come. You’re gonna be a good girl and take my eggs huh. Hold them and make them warm for me.”

Zayne’s ramble caused your cunt to clench tightly around him, sucking his cock in deeper. Your mouth flew off Sylus with a guttural cough. “Zayne!! Arghh. Please. I’ll be good. Give them to me.” He came deep inside you quickly after your sweet words, his slicked-up eggs pumping into you in relentless waves. As he emptied himself, one of his tentacles reached around to rub your clit, sending you into your own orgasm, your juices squirting around his cock before splattering all over the dirty bathroom floor.

Zayne pulled out of you slowly, his tentacle still gently caressing your sensitive flesh. But Sylus wasted no time in claiming what was his, spinning you around and pushing you up onto the counter. You had no time to process nor even try to stop him. You were here to help Zayne, to calm him down, not give Sylus a fucking quickie. But your legs instinctively wrapped around his thick waist nonetheless as he lined up his large alien cock at your entrance, ready to take his turn with you.

Sylus’ eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack as he plunged into your wet ruined pussy, your walls clenching around him, still sensitive from your high with Zayne. He fucked you with a vigorous pace, his abdomen tightening as the counter creaked under your combined weight. Sylus’ hand covered your mouth to muffle your cries as you began to scream out his name on repeat, his other hand gripping your hip too tightly to maintain his frantic drilling. He wasn't aiming for a slow climb to his release but instead the quickest route he could possibly take. Zayne, in his own temporary satisfaction, kissed your shoulder tenderly, lazily, his hazy mind still dancing among the clouds. His tentacle joined Sylus’ hand in bringing you to yet another orgasm, rubbing your little nub in quick short circles. Sylus groaned as he felt your pussy clamp down on his cock, and with a few more thrusts, he spilled his gooey seed into you, his own release mixing with Zayne’s warm eggs.

The bathroom door suddenly swung open just as Sylus was pulling out of your thoroughly fucked hole, and in walked none other than Xavier—right on queue—his face flushed and his cock tenting the front of his tailored pants. The sight before him, the sounds, and the smell of sex filling the room drove him into a frenzy. Xavier needed no invitation. He pulled you towards him roughly, bending you over the sink with an audible thud before lifting your dress out of his way as the fabric tried to fall. Without preamble, he entered you in one go, his slightly glowing cock sliding easily into your well-prepared hole. You felt full, completely stuffed with his huge cock, given his species was abnormally well-hung compared to most and your body buzzed with arousal at the forbidden nature of this whole situation. You were definitely going to get an ear full from Caleb when you finally got back to the mission at hand. Xavier fucked you with wild strength, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass quickly filled the room. The mix of Sylus and Zayne’s seed started to leak out of your pussy with each thrust only serving to heighten Xavier’s desire to come deep inside you. He was like an animal in heat, even worse than Zayne, driven by his need to claim what was his. His mate. His his his.

You could do nothing but hold onto the sink as Xavier jackhammered into you. Your own needs had been met multiple times over, but the relentless fucking continued, pushing you closer to the edge once more. You drooled onto the counter as your crackled moans played like music to all three mens’ ears. Xavier’s grunts filled the room also, as he approached his high, his hands gripping your hips tightly, leaving marks on your soft skin with his sharp nails.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna breed this tight hole, push all Zayne’s eggs out. Make room for mine. Hmm.” Xavier chuckles making Zayne suddenly chime in his growl deep and primal.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.” The red in Zayne’s eyes was evident that he was ready to fight Xavier but the other alien seemed to be more calm about the matter, staggering his hips slightly as he smirked devilishly.

“Try me.” With a final, powerful thrust, Xavier unloaded his cum deep into your cunt, his seed joining the mixture of his fellow alien crewmates. Your body trembled as you felt yet another high building rapidly, threatening to overwhelm your whole body. And as Xavier pulled out, his cum leaked out of you like a waterfall, mingling with the others, a sticky mess on the bathroom floor. But Xavier was quick to plug your hole back up with his fingers.

You slumped completely against the sink, your body spent, and thoroughly used. You looked at the three men surrounding you. You went to speak, but just as you opened your mouth, the air grew heavy with sirens blaring throughout the lavish ballroom under the door before entering the bathroom. The stomach-churning sound jolted you all. Then, as if on queue, suddenly, the door slammed open, and Caleb burst into the restroom, his face pale with frustration, concern, and a little turned on.

“Raf got the Artifact!...the fucking idiot” he shouted but mumble the last part. “We need to leave now!” Without a second thought, Zayne hoisted you up into his arms adjusting your dress so you were covered. His strength returned as if sudden adrenaline coursed through his veins. You just clung to his broad shoulders, laughter bubbling between all four of you as they dashed out of the bathroom, hearts racing along with their feet.

The moment you all emerged, chaos erupted in the lavish ballroom. Guards with laser guns were already fanning out, searching with narrowed eyes, but you and your crew were ready. Darting past tables, ducking under chandeliers of illuminated crystals that might have cut the air above them. With Caleb leading the way, all the men twisted and turned through the maze-like corridors of the royal estate, Zayne still tightly holding onto you, their crazed laughter mingling with frantic footsteps booming behind them. “That’s it! This way!” Caleb yelled, pointing towards an emergency exit where the ship docks lie.

As they neared the ship dock, they could hear the relentless footsteps of guards and more sirens blaring in the distance. “Hurry!” Rafayel voice echoed through the comm, urging his crew onward. With a final burst of speed, Zayne propelled himself and you through the narrow closing door leading to your vessel, the starlight. The sleek design of their ship loomed before you—a sanctuary waiting to be boarded.

“After me!” Caleb shouted as he helped Xavier aboard, hand in hand. Rafayel was already at the controls, having set the cloaking device to prepare for your escape, the Artifact having been hooked up beautifully─again Rafs handy work.

You felt your heart race, the thrill of the heist and the quick-not-so-quick fuck session igniting your senses. As you finally all piled into the ship, you caught a glimpse of the guards emerging quickly from the exit but Caleb was quicker. “Initiating launch now!” Caleb’s hands flew over the controls as he pressed the buttons with urgency.

Just as the guards reached them, the mighty engines of the starlight roared to life. And with a final surge, the ship lifted off the dock, and you looked back one last time, meeting the glances of hostile eyes as they faded into the stars. “Fuuuckk! We did it!” Rafayel cheered, slapping Zayne on the back as they flew into the depths of the galaxy, laughing at their narrow escape.

You finally let out the breath you were holding, your nose nuzzling into his scent gland on his neck, calming him and yourself. You beamed at him, who grinned back despite the weariness in his eyes. “Next time, can we skip the chaos?” You teased.

“I make no promises, my love,” he replied with a wink walking you towards his chamber where he could finally get you all to himself for the rest of the night.

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