Chapter Three
Adam woke up from a long, restful sleep with Xanxaa on all fours above him kissing his neck and brushing her swaying tits across his bare chest. He smiled as he took her face in his hands and gave her several soft kisses all over her grinning face as she lowered her hips down onto his body. He was becoming erect and could feel the wetness and throbbing of her warm pussy waiting patiently and pressing down on his shaft. He quickly became hard and rubbed his cock against her groin, and they could feel the beating of their hearts pulsating through their bodies. The folds of her cunt welcomed his dick as it penetrated into her tight cavity, and both of them began thrusting in rhythm. Adam inhaled the luxurious aroma of Xanxaa's hair that fell across his head as they gazed intently into each other's eyes.
XanxaAdam knew and appreciated her attempt to make him feel better. XanxaAdam was concerned about him and that he might feel like an outsider to his new home. XanxaAdam was taken aback at the chanting of the crowd, but he has never regretted being on Hryulla or with her, which XanxaAdam already knew. They thrusted into each other, knowing what the other was doing and feeling, and XanxaAdam felt the yearning desire to please them both. Whatever anyone said was of no concern for XanxaAdam loved the other, and their quickening pace filled their bodies with fiery craving. XanxaAdam rammed his cock into her cunt as they pressed their foreheads together and breathlessly panted in unison.
Adam reached up and squeezed the humongous breasts dropping down repeatedly onto his torso, and she moaned in approval. He burrowed his head past her hair and into her neck so he could mischievously sink his teeth into her throat. She lifted her chin so he could continue gnawing on her neck as she slammed her hips down harder and harder, driving his cock deeper into the tight, wet walls of her vagina.
She lifted her torso up and sat directly on top of him, pounding her groin down on him as hard as she could. Every time her moist skin slapped against his, her round, heaving tits jostled beneath his hands that reached up to clench her giant breasts. Her eyes were closed and her head slowly rocked side to side as though she was deep in a meditative trance. Strands of her lush burgundy hair swung wildly in every direction and she leaned back placing her hands on his thighs for support as an orgasm shook her body. He could see every inch of her muscular, shapely body shuddering as their bodies hammered into each other passionately. His fingers clamped tightly around her tits involuntarily as he climaxed, releasing a huge amount of cum inside her. She squeezed the muscles around her pussy as she kept sliding up and down his shaft in an effort to keep as much jism in her as possible.
Xanxaa flopped back down to all fours, her lips barely hovering over his, as she slowly moved her pelvis around his cock. She ran her lips around his neck as her disheveled hair lightly swished around on his sweaty chest. Xanxaa now sank her teeth into Adam's neck, and he clenched her huge, round ass to keep his cock nestled inside her wetness. His hands drifted around her back and body while her lips explored his throat and chin.
When their lips finally found each other, they plunged their tongues into each other's mouths. They kissed for several minutes, wrapping their tongues together, before they slowed down and rubbed their cheeks against each other. Her body fell down on top of his in exhaustion, and he ran his fingers through her hair as his cock continued throbbing inside her. Both of them knew they needed to get up and start their day so Xanxaa could go to her negotiation later that morning, but instead they lay there silently, neither wanting to move or end the moment, as the sun inched above the horizon.
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The tension in the conference room was palpable as the two Graoks eyed each other uneasily. Most of the diplomatic liaisons had arrived early, unsure how the day was going to proceed and whether a final agreement would be implemented. Everyone was donned in their formal attire, nervously nibbling on breakfast appetizers, unsure what would happen next.
When Xanxaa walked into the room, the mood of the gathering changed immediately. Even those who did not see her enter knew something had happened, as though the air had shifted direction and become more inviting.
Xanxaa was wearing her formal Hryullian attire of several shimmering necklaces, including one that plunged low into her cleavage, a jeweled choker around her throat, and large circular earrings that Adam acquired for her because they glistened whenever she smiled. She also had a thin, beaded chain clamped from one nipple to the other, each tiny bead shimmering with a rainbow of colors, and a matching chain that circled around her hips and curved down her pelvis almost touching the top of her pubic hair. Instead of wearing her usual red boots, she opted for sandals each composed of thousands of almost microscopic pearls from an oyster-like creature that lives off a beach that Xanxaa and Adam often visit. Several more beaded chains wrapped around her wrists, shins, and thighs completed her outfit.
The Graoks eyed her with a fierce grin as Xanxaa made her way across the room, chatting with friends and introducing herself to members of all the diplomatic parties. When she approached one of the Graoks with a pleasant smile, he bared his jagged, pointed teeth with a grin while trying not to let his drool spill out of his mouth. Although these Graoks were in formal robes that hung from their shoulders down to the floor, she recalled their lower abdomen had two plates that, when aroused, would open to release a thick 24-inch cock covered in scales. She still recalled how it felt to have their humongous phalluses painfully shoved inside her, but she tried to set those thoughts aside in order to complete her pursuit of peace. "I am Xanxaa," she announced. "I will be helping settle your dispute with your countryman."
"I am Fannoth," he said with a low growl. "I only want what is fair." He stood eight feet tall and his murky, leathery skin shimmered with an oily coating. His neck and limbs consisted of intertwining cords that acted as muscles, and Adam had once commented that their jutting dark faces with eyes on the sides and long mouth stretching down their skull reminded him of an Earth movie called Alien, which she agreed with when she saw his memories. Fannoth's head jutted out a few feet from his neck with a long mouth that was lined with dozens of spiky fangs. His eyes had no pupils and no visible ears or nose, although there were some holes in those locations suggesting they served similar functions. His torso had an extra bend in it compared to most humanoid forms, and his legs had three knees that sent his leg in several directions. Their oversized hands had two large fingers and one thumb, each with a sharp talon on its tip. He extended his hands with friendliness, but the long dagger-like nails extended from each finger seemed to catch the morning light ominously.
"And I am Krong," the other Graok said while approaching from the other side. "I am anxious to settle this." His features were so similar to the other Graok that without their clothing, none of the other diplomats present would have been able to identify one Graok from the other.
Xanxaa smiled warmly, "Then I see no reason to delay. Let us..."
"We want to speak directly to each other, Hryullian." Fannoth interrupted. Xanxaa kept her pleasant demeanor on her face, but her body otherwise tensed with apprehension. Hryullians developed a technology that enabled telepathic connection with anal contact by inserting a psychological transmitting device deep into the rectum, thereby making it possible to have three-way mental conversation through double penetration.
