Komand'r At The Wedding 2 (Patreon)

A few moments later, Kory was as hot as she could be without bursting into flames. She no longer cared about stripping naked. She was happy to keep wearing whatever shreds of clothing were left while she was tasted and pleasured for as long as Glur desired.

It wasn’t to be, though. She was picked up and carried to the top of Glur; she giggled, as he felt like a beanbag when she reclined on him. His tentacles divested her of every last string and even carefully brushed her hair away from her body so that she was totally exposed to his touch. A ring of stiff, jerking tentacles rose up to surround the naked Tamaranian.

“Come on! Don’t just let me see them! Let me have them!” she pleaded, squirming her hot ass onto Glur’s body, hoping she felt as good to him as he did to her.

In her desperately horny state of mind, anything would’ve felt good, but having Glur literally be the mattress she was going to get fucked on was an eroticism beyond anything.

The tentacle that had risen like a cobra between Kory’s feet, now reached between her long, spread legs. “Give me that!” Kory demanded, reaching out to grasp it at its tip and guide it to her opening.

Glur groaned, seeming to express an expletive as his appendage was placed at her hot, wet entrance. The moment it touched her, he drove hard into her receptive cunt.

“Fuck!” Kory crooned in supreme delight. She brought her feet up so that they were flat on Glur’s body and lifted her ass in the air, hoping he would fuck her right back down for another feel. “Deeper! Isn’t it as hot and as tight as you wanted, baby?”

Glur seemed to rumble an affirmative, feeling her cunt suckling his tentacle.

“Use this tight, wet cunt! It’s yours now!” Kory groaned, rolling her hips to impale herself on his offered phallus again and again.

She looked up from her parted womanhood to the many more tentacles crowded around her, as if watching her fuck. She smiled when she saw how hard they were, all stiffening up to screw her, maybe even on the verge of coming. Kory had a sudden urge to bring off the tentacle inside her so that the next one could have a turn; as irrational as that was when they were all Glur’s. She still wanted her pussy filled and then reamed again by a fresh fucker.

“Give me your hot cum,” she whined, squeezing her thighs almost shut on the pseudopod. “I want it! I want my husband’s cum!”

Glur whinnied and surged, blowing up like a balloon before a huge load of slime flooded Kory’s tight pussy.

“Yesssss!” Kory vibrated, orgasming herself, her convulsing sex milking the tentacle of all its load.

Glur huffed and puffed, as if cursing, before slimming down, the tentacle emptied and slender.

“Yes! That’s just what I needed!” Kory laughed victoriously, giving the tentacle another fond squeeze with her thighs. Then she pushed it away with her foot, connected to it by a string of slimy seed until it broke. “Give me another one, Glur! I need something else inside me!”

And another tentacle quickly wound its way to her pussy, sinking deep inside the warm sheath, knowing she could take all of its lengthy bulk.

“More! Deeper!” Kory groaned, pulling at her own hair as her ecstasy began again.

It took only a few strokes for this excited tentacle to go off as well. Glur rumbled as her pussy squeezed the tentacle empty.

“You naughty boy!” Kory chided. “I didn’t come! I need another! Give me another one to make me come!” she demanded, still fucking herself wildly on the tentacle, trying to bring herself off with it before it went totally flaccid.

It pulled away and Kory sighed with disappointment at being deprived of even a softening penetration, but then she smiled, seeing another tentacle looping around her thigh and going into her cunt.

“X’Hal! Fuck it all the way inside me!” she shouted, reaching down to rub her clit as she was impaled. “Eeeeee!” she squealed as her pussy was stuffed, the fat tentacle trapping her clit between her hand and its penetrating bulk.

***

Komand’r watched her sister fuck, almost unable to believe the girl was so horny. She’d always known Kory was a slut, and she herself knew what a fine lover Glur made, but still, Komand’r had never shamed herself this way with him… at least, she didn’t think she had… it wasn’t like she’d ever recorded herself, so she could see without the haze of pleasure how she looked in the middle of making love, if it was anything like Kory’s flushed face and sweaty body as she strained to empty out one more seed-filled tentacle.

Kory was so hot that she came after only four deep strokes of Glur’s impaling pseudopod.

“Oh, you bastard! You son of a bitch!” Kory shouted with absolute fondness, her sculpted legs kicking up in the air, expressing all the pleasure that her voice alone couldn’t.

Glur was coming again too, groaning his culmination even as Kory came down from her own pinnacle. And the feel of him spurting inside her was clearly enough to bring Kory to a boil all over again.

“Again! X’Hal! It’s happening all over again! Make me commmmeeee!”

Glur got her off a few more times before his tentacle went limp and he had to retrieve it from her pussy.

“Next!” Kory gasped, reaching down to rub herself while she waited for her next rutting. “I need something inside me again! I want to be fucked again!”

“Pathetic,” Komand’r sneered.

Of course, this was what she’d wanted—her cock-addict sister getting all the ‘love’ she could handle from Glur and his many, many tentacles. But even knowing what a whore Kory was, she hadn’t expected her to enjoy it so much!

Of course, Komand’r had, as distasteful as she found it to lay a xeno in order to get Glur’s help. At least, it’d been distasteful at first. Not after he managed to satisfy her. Then she saw that, despite his otherness, he had at least had the proper attitude when it came to pleasing a lover.

She’d coupled with him again and again, wanting to know exactly what perfect, princely Kory would experience on her wedding night. She’d come to enjoy the pairing even more than she had that first time. Glur was virtually wasted on Kory; Komand’r had started hating the thought of her getting to have all of him… but she’d consoled herself with the notion that Kory would hate every minute of it, wishing she were back on Earth with whichever of her precious Teen Titans she’d taken as lovers.

Kory was not hating every minute of it.

The next broad tentacle snaked over her shoulder, slithering down her body to enter her pussy from above.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! My cunt, my clit, seed it all!” Kory cried as she fucked the new intrusion into her.

The tentacle was soon drained of semen, but not before Kory’d had a shuddering, gasping climax that made Komand’r green with envy (though with Kory so covered in Glur’s excretions, she was the more literally green of the two).

“Another! I want to be fucked by another, Glur! Give me another of your tentacles!”

The scene was repeated over and over, Komand’r growing more and more irritable as the night wore on. No matter how hard Glur ravaged her, Kory only wanted more. And Komand’r recognized in herself the desire to give Kory what she needed. Oh yes, even Komand’r wasn’t immune to Kory’s beauty. Her body ached as she stroked herself, looking at her luscious, ravished sister and wishing it were her, whether in Kory’s place or in Glur’s.

“Am I putting on a good show, sister? I hope you’re pleased by it—I’m trying to satisfy my new husband far more than perform for you. But you don’t seem to have any complaints, judging by the dampness between your legs.”

Komand’r’s eyes focused. She boggled at her sister, looking right into the shadows where she hid, when she should’ve been screaming in terror at her violation.

“I’m sorry to couple with someone you’re so fond of. You must care for him a great deal—I know I’m starting to. I had wondered why he was so reluctant to consummate our marriage. He must’ve known it would hurt you, seeing me enjoy myself so much, and with a lover that had brought you such incredible joy!”

“Shut up!” Komand’r shrieked. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

Kory only smiled. “If you want him, you can still have him. I don’t mind sharing. But perhaps he isn’t the one you want? There are far better ways to take Tamaran’s throne, but you seemed set on seeing me ravished. Is that really your grand desire? Or is it that you would like to do the ravishing yourself? Is that why you’re here, sister, and not observing by means of a camera? Did you think to join in on my forcing? You still can. The only difference from your fantasy is how I’ll enjoy it. But you must’ve known I would, after you’d sampled Glur yourself…”