Chapter 109: The mark of the Rosh.

Chapter 109: The mark of the Rosh.

Norwell rode him, and Chasm threw his head back on the Nebos in sheer, unadulterated joy. His penis was encased in heaven, pure and bright. He moaned out his pleasure as Rhylent slipped into his back entrance. The slick oil-covered tentacle pressed and played until he was twisting, turning, and begging for more.

It was so nice to be home. What was he even thinking? Sloan was right. Earth had nothing on this.

Suddenly, Norwell froze on top of him. He wiggled to get her to bounce on top of him again. He tried to thrust up inside her wet heat, but she had him pinned. He should have noted long before now how heavy she was. No human girl was this strong either.

“Norwell,” he groaned. “Fuck me.”

“I think my Chasm has learned some new words from Earth.”

“I think my Chasm has given up on his caution.” Rhylent laughed. “She will fuck you as you put it. Just wait.”