Chapter 3: Rising Action
After their hookup at the club, @Rocket Raccoon had wasted no time in bringing Star, Quill and Pix back to his hotel suite. The luxurious space was perfect for their debauched encounter, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the neon-lit cityscape outside, making the entire room seem like a glittering, otherworldly cavern.
Rocket was a blur of motion, his massive cock slamming into Star with brutal force, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Star was whimpering, his body tensing and loosening with each thrust, his cock leaking pre-cum onto Quill's hand.
Pix, watching from the sidelines, was stroking his own cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wanted in on the action, wanted to feel Rocket's enhanced cock inside him too.
Rocket pulled back, his cock glistening with Star's juices. He looked at Pix, a wicked grin spreading across his muzzle. "You're next, twink. One more round with little guy here, then it's your turn."
Pix's eyes widened, his cock twitching in his hand. "Yes, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
Rocket smirked, his gaze locked onto Pix. He turned his attention back to Star, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into the twink with brutal force.
"You hear that, little guy? Pix wants a piece of my cock too. You wanna make him wait, or you wanna give him a show?" Rocket taunted, his voice thick with lust.
Star moaned, his body tensing as Rocket's thrusts picked up pace. "F-fuck...I-I wanna...I wanna give him a show," he stuttered, his breath coming in short gasps.
Rocket chuckled, a low, dirty sound. "That's what I like to hear, little guy. You ready to put on a show for your mate?" He emphasized every word, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into Star with force.
Star nodded, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Y-yes... Fuck me...fuck me hard...show him what you can do..."
Rocket grinned, his eyes locked onto Pix. "You heard your mate, twink. Watch and learn. Watch how I fuck your boyfriend's tight, little ass."
Pix moaned, his hand moving faster on his cock.
The sight of Rocket pounding into Star was driving him wild. He could see the pleasure on his mate's face, the way his body was relaxing into it, accepting Rocket's massive cock.
Rocket gave them a show, his hips moving like a machine. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet sucking sound of Rocket's cock pulling out of Star's ass only to slam back in.
Star was moaning loudly now, his body tensing and releasing with each thrust, his cock leaking pre-cum all over Quill's hand.
Rocket's claws dug deeper into Star's hips, his grip tightening as he used the twink's body for his pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls intense and urgent.
He wanted to make this last, to stretch out the pleasure, but the sight of Pix stroking himself, the sound of Star's moans, and the sheer fucking awesome sensation of Star's ass gripping his cock was too much.
"Fuck, little guy, you're making me come," Rocket growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Star with brutal force. "I'm gonna fill you up, gonna pump my load deep inside you—"
Star moaned, his body tensing as Rocket's words pushed him closer to the edge.
Quill, seeing his mate's pleasure, leaned in and captured Star's lips in a passionate kiss. The sight of the two twinks making out was too much for Rocket to handle.
With one last thrust he bottomed out and came, his enhanced nuts clenching in order to pump liters of cum into the twink's rear
. He was vaguely aware of Quill and Pix gasping at the amount of cum gushing from Star's ass.
"Flark, yeah, take it all, little guy," Rocket growled, his hips still jerking as he unloaded what felt like gallons of cum into Star. His own cock was still rock hard, twitching inside Star's ass, getting even bigger thanks to the post-orgasm growth spurt.
Star cried out, his body tensing as Rocket's hot cum filled him up. He could feel the raccoon's cock growing even bigger inside him, stretching him wide open.
He felt stuffed full of cock, like a squishy, warm sausage casing. "Fuck, Rocket," he groaned, his body shaking with the sensation. "You're fucking huge."
And he truly was, (Rocket's cock was a foot long now, and almost as thick as his leg). (His balls were like fat melons, hanging low, and bouncing with every movement.) (He couldn't believe the sheer size of himself.) (It was exhilarating, exhausting, and utterly fucking mind-blowing.)
Rocket finally pulled out of Star, and the twink collapsed onto the bed, his ass gaping open, cum leaking out of him. Star whimpered at the loss, but Rocket wasn't done yet.
"Now, Pix, I said you were next," Rocket reminded, his voice thick with lust. He gestured to the bed, a wicked grin spreading across his muzzle. "Come on, twink. Let's see what you're made of."
Pix looked at his mate, who nodded eagerly. He got up, his body shaking with anticipation, and climbed onto the bed. He positioned himself on his hands and knees, his ass high in the air, presenting himself to Rocket.
Rocket licked his lips, his eyes roving over Pix's body. "Kruff yeah, that's the way, twink. You know what you're doing," he praised, his voice low and husky. "Now, lean forward. I wanna see that sweet little hole of yours."
Pix complied, his body shaking with anticipation. He reached back, spreading his cheeks for Rocket's benefit. The raccoon groaned, his enhanced cock twitching at the sight of Pix's puckered hole, glistening with lube and anticipation.
Rocket looked up, catching Quill's gaze. The twink was stroking his cock, his eyes locked onto Pix's body. "Help me out, Quill. Gimme that lube," Rocket commanded, never breaking his stare from Pix's glistening hole. Quill complied quickly, handing the bottle to Rocket. The raccoon popped the top, pouring a generous amount of the slick substance onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together, warming the lube, before applying it liberally to his massive cock.
Pix moaned, his body writhing as he felt Rocket's slick hands grip his hips. The raccoon was a force to be reckoned with, his touch both gentle and demanding, leaving Pix quivering with anticipation. He could feel the heat of Rocket's body behind him, the raccoon's breath hot on his neck.
"You ready for this, twink?" Rocket growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Pix's spine. "Ready for me to fuck that tight little hole of yours?"
Pix nodded, his body shaking with desire. I want your big cock inside me."
The raccoon's claws dug into his flesh, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave marks. He could feel the heat of Rocket's body behind him, the anticipation of what was to come making his cock throb.
With little preamble Rocket pushed himself up against the twinks entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against his hole. Pix moaned, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the intrusion. Rocket groaned, his claws digging deeper into Pix's flesh. "Flark me, you loosened up good."
Rocket's words were like a soothing balm, and Pix melted further into his touch, allowing the raccoon's massive cock to slide deeper inside him. The burn was intense, a searing stretch that told Pix he'd been filled, truly filled, in a way he'd never been before.
Rocket's cock felt endless, each inch of it pushing Pix's limits, making him whimper and moan with every slow, deliberate thrust. His fingers dug into the bedsheets, clutching at them for some kind of anchor, some kind of control, but there was none to be had.
His body was a vessel for Rocket, a plaything for the raccoon's pleasure.
"Kruff, you're still a bit tighter than the other guy," Rocket grunted, his hips moving in shallow thrusts, giving Pix time to adjust. "But I ain't gonna go easy on you just 'cause you're smaller. You want the real deal, you're gonna get it."
Pix whimpered, his body stretching around the girth of Rocket's cock, trying to accommodate it. The burn was intense, a searing heat that had him seeing stars. He bit his lip, his body trembling as Rocket started to move, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into Pix's ass.
"Flark, you're so tight," Rocket groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel every inch of your hole gripping my cock. It's fucking heaven, little guy." He pulled back slowly, his cock pulling out until just the fat head remained inside Pix. Then he slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Pix cried out, his body convulsing, upturned ass wobbling with the impact of Rocket's hips against them. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, the only words he could manage to gasp out. His hands scrabbled at the sheets, desperate for purchase, anything to ground him in the storm of sensation pushing him higher and higher.
Rocket didn't give him time to adjust. He started to fuck Pix in earnest, his hips moving in fast, hard strokes. He could feel every ridge, every vein of his enhanced cock sliding against the twink's insides, and it was fucking amazing. The twink was so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect.
He could feel his orgasm building again, the pressure in his balls intense and urgent. His enhanced balls were heavy, filled to the brim with cum ready to explode.
Rocket's thrusts became more erratic, his grip on Pix tightening as he neared his climax.
Hia mouth hung open in a wordless grimace of pleasure. It only took a few more thrusts until he buried himself to the hilt and let his orgasm tear through him.
He shuddered as he came, a guttural roar of pleasure tearing from his throat as he felt his enhanced nuts clenching tight, ready to pump out another massive load of cum into the twink's ass. His hips jerked and bucked, his cock throbbing and twitching as he filled Pix up to the brim, the sensation of the twink's tight hole clenching around him making his brain short circuit.
It felt like he was pumping out gallons upon gallons of cum, his nuts drawing up tight as they shot out thick, ropy strands of it into Pix's body.
“Flaaark yeah!” Rocket growled, his claws digging into Pix’s hips so hard that the skin broke and blood began to well up beneath them. The twink was screaming, his body convulsing and jerking with the force of Rocket’s thrusts and the sheer impossibility of taking such an enormous cock.
Quill and Star were on the bed nearby, watching in awe as Rocket fucked Pix.
Quill's cock was in his hand, his strokes fast and desperate as he watched the raccoon's massive cock disappear into his mate's body. Star was practically vibrating with excitement, his own cock leaking pre-cum as he watched the scene unfold before him.
Rocket pulled out of Pix with a wet pop, his cock glistening with lube and the twink's cum. He looked at Quill, a wicked grin spreading across his muzzle. "Your turn, little buddy. Wanna eat my ass while I fuck your mate?"Quill moaned, nodding eagerly. "I want to taste you, Rocket. "
Rocket smirked, lifting his tail, "Flark yeah, ya do twink. Get over here and start licking. I want that tongue of yours on my ass while I fill your mate up." Meanwhile he turned to Star, wagging his huge cock shamelessly to beckon the other alien. "Get on your knees sweetie, take a good look at what you will be riding next," Rocket drawled, his voice dripping with lust. Star eagerly complied, his eyes wide with anticipation and fervor. He moved to kneel before Rocket and looked up at his massive cock with a mix of awe and trepidation.
Rocket flexed his hips, making his thick cock bounce. "Wanna taste it, pet? Wanna get a taste of what your buddy's been enjoying?"
Star nodded, leaning forward to tentatively lick the tip of Rocket's cock. Rocket groaned, the sound low and primal, as he felt the twink's warm, wet tongue on his sensitive head. "Yeah, that's it, little guy. Suck it like a good pet."
Quill, eager to join in, moved in behind Rocket and buried his face in the raccoon's ass. Rocket moaned, his cock growing even harder at the sensation of Quill's tongue licking his puckered hole. He could feel the twink's hands gripping his hips, holding him steady as Quill's tongue probed and teased.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Rocket could feel his cock throbbing in Star's mouth, the twink eagerly sucking and licking like he was trying to draw Rocket's very soul out through the tip.
The raccoon growled low, his hips pressing back against Quill's face. He could feel his cock swelling, growing bigger and harder in Star's mouth. The twink moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight to Rocket's balls. "Fuck, yeah, that's it, little guy. Take it all in," Rocket groaned, his hips moving in shallow thrusts, fucking Star's eager mouth. He looked down, watching as Star's lips stretched obscenely wide around his thick cock. The twink was making gagging noises, his eyes watering as he tried to take Rocket's massive dick deeper.
Quill, behind him, was going to town on Rocket's ass, his tongue delving deep into the raccoon's tight hole. Rocket could feel every flick, every lick, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock.
He groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking Star's mouth harder. The twink was moaning around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.
Rocket's cock was a monster, easily the size of a grown man's arm now, and it was only getting bigger. The gene mod was working overtime, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it grew, the skin stretching and tightening around the massive shaft. He could feel the veins standing out like ropes, each one throbbing with his heartbeat. He looked down at Star, the twink's mouth filled with his cock, his lips stretched wide around the thick girth.
His tongue was pressed against the underside of Rocket's shaft, lapping at the vein that pulsed with each heartbeat.
"Fuck, look at that, Quill," Rocket groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into Star's mouth. "Little guy's got a fucking talented tongue. Gonna make me come if he keeps that up."
Quill moaned, his tongue licking at Rocket's ass, the raccoon's scent filling his nostrils. "Fuck, yeah, he's talented," Quill whispered, his voice muffled by Rocket's ass. "But he wants to feel you inside him, Rocket. He's begging for it."
Rocket huffed good-naturedly, "He's gonna get it, don't worry, twink. I ain't gonna leave any of you out." He looked down at Star, the twink's eyes wide and eager as he stared up at Rocket. "You ready for the main event, little guy?"
Star nodded eagerly, his lips still wrapped around Rocket's cock. He moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down Rocket's spine.
"Flark yeah, I bet you are. You're all eager beaver, aren't ya?"
Rocket grinned, pulling back from Star's mouth with a wet pop. His cock glistened with the twink's saliva, the skin already dripping with pre-cum. He flexed his hips, making his massive cock bounce.
"Face down, ass up", he ordered Star, gesturing to the bed. Star complied, his body quivering with anticipation. Rocket moved behind him, his huge cock slapping against his thighs, leaving trails of pre-cum in its wake. He positioned himself between Star's legs, his cockhead brushing against the twink's puckered hole. He spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over his length, coating his cock with the slick fluid.
"Ready, little guy?" Rocket growled, his voice a low rumble.
Star nodded, his body trembling with excitement. "Yes, please, Rocket. Fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me." Star's voice was breathless with anticipation and desire. He shifted his hips, spreading his legs wider to give Rocket better access.
Rocket lined up his cockhead with Star's entrance, the twink's hole already glistening with lube. "Alright, little guy, here we go." He pressed forward, the head of his massive cock pushing against Star's entrance.
Star groaned, his body tensing as he felt the sheer size of Rocket's cockhead stretching him open. "Fuck, it's so big," he gasped, his fingers digging into the sheets."I don't know if I can take it."
"Don't worry, little guy, we'll take it slow. You'll take every inch of this cock, though. You'll take it all."
He pushed forward, the head of his cock slowly stretching Star's hole. The twink moaned, his body shaking with the effort of taking the raccoon's massive cock. Rocket felt the resistance give way, felt Star's body relax and open up.
"That's it, little guy. Just breathe and relax. You’re doing great.” Rocket encouraged, his claws gently massaging Star’s hips as he continued to push his way in.
The sight and sensation of Star's hole stretching around his cock was driving Rocket wild. He could feel every inch of Star's body, the way it clenched and relaxed around his shaft, the tight heat enveloping him.
Slowly but surely, Rocket fed his cock into Star, inch by agonizing inch. The twink's body trembled and writhed beneath him, the strain and pleasure written all over his face.
Rocket could feel the tight heat of Star's ass gripping him like a vice, the sensation driving him wild. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to just ram his cock all the way in, to fuck the little guy senseless. But he knew better, knew that patience would pay off in the end.
Rocket's cock was a beast, thick as his arm and now just as long and pulsing with the sheer amount of blood filling it as the gene mod pushed it to new heights. He could feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat, a deep, primal rhythm that seemed to echo through his entire body.
He could feel Star's body fighting to accommodate him, the tight, hot grip of his ass making Rocket's cock pulse with need.
Rocket groaned, his hips moving slowly, inching his cock deeper and deeper into Star. He could feel the twink's body stretching to fit him, his muscles clenching and unclenching around Rocket's girth.
"Kruff, you're so tight, little guy," Rocket growled, his voice thick with lust. He was buried to the hilt in Star now, his massive cock filling the twink completely.
He started to move, slowly at first, pulling out until just the head of his cock remained inside Star, before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Star cried out, his body convulsing under the force of Rocket's thrusts.
"Mmm, that's it, little guy. Take my cock, take it all," Rocket groaned, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. He could feel every inch of Star's ass clenching around his cock, the tight heat driving him wild. He was so fucking close to the edge, could feel the tingling at the base of his spine, the pressure building in his balls.
Quill, still behind him, had moved down to lick and nibble at Rocket's taint, his tongue teasing the sensitive area between the raccoon's balls and ass. The sensation sent waves of pleasure crashing through Rocket, his cock throbbing in response.
Quill laid one last hot, intense kiss to Rocket's twitching asshole and it broke the floodgates. Rocket's balls leapt upwards, the raccoon arched like lightning had struck them and their orgasm slammed through them like a freight train. Star moaned feverishly as he felt gouts of Rocket's enhanced cum lancing into him.
The gene mod indeed lasted, (and now Rocket's body had adapted to it) working overtime, the raccoon's balls swelling and tightening as they filled with more cum than he could even remember having before., allowing his cock to pump out more and last longer – the perfect recipe for an all-night fuckfest with his eager twink harem.
The sensation of his orgasm was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that left Rocket gasping and shaking. His cock pulsed and twitched as it poured out a seemingly endless stream of cum into Star's ass, each spasm drawing another moan from the twink's lips.
"Fuck, yeah," Rocket growled, his hips jerking with each pulse of his cock. "Take it, little guy.
The sensation of the thick, hot fluid filling him up was overwhelming, and Star's body convulsed as he felt the waves of pleasure crash over him. He could feel Rocket's cock pulsing inside him, each twitch sending shivers of pleasure through his body.
He could feel his usually-trim tummy rounding out with the large amount of Rocket's cum filling his belly. The raccoon's spunk was hot and thick, coating his insides and filling him up completely.
"Fuck, Rocket, that felt fucking amazing," Star moaned, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax.
Rocket chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Flark yeah, it did. You took my cock like a fucking champ, little guy." He pulled out of Star with a wet pop, his cock glistening with the twink's cum. The sight of his cum leaking out of Star's hole was enough to make Rocket's cock twitch, ready for more.
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Unbeknownst to Rocket and his company for the night their horny escapades would soon be interrupted. Rocket had been followed after leaving the club to his hotel, trailed doggedly by the 'patron' in the bar--in truth a member of the Space Leech pirate gang.
The gang had had their eyes on particular and rare genemods, valuable enough to steal and re-sell at far higher a price. They'd been scoping out a particular genemod in particular but it was sold out, the last batch bought and imbibed by Rocket Raccoon. At first their hopes had been crushed, but they later discovered that they could extract the raw genemod from his bloodstream if they managed to capture him.
Seeing him in that bar was a stroke of good fortune on their part, and they'd gotten their crew member to follow him and call in the rest of the crew when he was found. With his hotel suite in sight, they were about to make their move.
The door to Rocket's suite, which had been left unlocked, suddenly burst open, revealing a group of rough-looking, well-armed pirates. They barged in, weapons drawn, eyes scanning the room for their target. Their leader, a scarred, one-eyed humanoid with cybernetic implants, spotted Rocket and his three alien companions on the bed, sweaty and naked, their bodies entwined. The humanoid sneered, a wicked grin splitting his face. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," he jeered.
Rocket cursed, his eyes snapping open. He'd been so lost in the heat of the moment, he hadn't even heard the door burst open. "What the fuck?" he growled, his body immediately tensing. The twinks next to him scrambled, their bodies shaking as they tried to cover themselves with the bedsheets.
The leader of the Space Leeches sneered, his one eye gleaming maliciously. "You're coming with us, raccoon," he said, his voice cold and harsh. "We got a use for your...enhancements."
Rocket's fingers curled into claws, his body coiling like a spring ready to strike. (He always left a blaster under his pillow), if he could just reach it without them noticing...
Rocket growled, his eyes narrowing as he took in the danger they were now in. "Fuck no, you fucking leeches aren't taking me anywhere. I ain't your little fucking lab experiment, you hear me?" Rocket snarled, his tail flicking out menacingly behind him.
The pirate leader chuckled, a low, gravelly sound. "I don't think you have a choice in the matter, Raccoon. We have the upper hand here, and we want what you've got. Now, get dressed and let's go."
Rocket's hackles rose, and he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He wouldn't go down without a fight. "Yeah, fuck that shit. You ain't getting your grubby hands on me, leeches. Not today, not ever."
The leader of the Space Leeches smirked, "You think you have a choice? You're outnumbered, outgunned, and unarmed. Besides, we've got a use for your... unique talents. We'll make you a deal. Give us what we want, and we'll let your little friends live. Refuse, and... well, let's just say they won't be the only ones getting fucked tonight," the leader of the Space Leeches snarled, his gaze flicking to the terrified twinks huddled on the bed.
Rocket's eyes narrowed, and he could feel the rage boiling inside him. "Fucking touch them, and I'll tear you apart," he growled, his body shaking with the effort of controlling his anger. He knew he had to stay calm, had to think.
The pirate leader chuckled, his one eye gleaming with malice.
"Oh, I don't think so, raccoon. You're not in a position to make threats. Now, get dressed, or I'll have my men hold you down while we draw your blood."
Rocket's heart pounded in his chest as he weighed his options. He couldn't let them take him, but he also couldn't let them hurt his mates. He needed to stall, to buy some time.
"Alright, alright," he growled, his hands raised in surrender. "You win. I'll come quietly. Just let me put some clothes on for Flark's sake."
The pirate leader smirked, lowering his weapon. "That's the spirit. Now, don't try anything funny," the pirate leader warned, his one eye watching Rocket like a hawk.
Rocket moved slowly, carefully reaching under his pillow to retrieve the blaster he'd hidden there. He palmed it, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't about to let these leeches take him without a fight.
His tail flicked out, whipping the blaster into his hand as he spun around, pulling the trigger before the pirates could react. The blaster bolt caught the leader in the chest, sending him reeling back with a loud, pained yelp. Rocket dove for cover behind the bed, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Flarking figures!" He cursed, his mind racing. He needed a distraction. He needed to buy some time.
He scrambled for the drawer beside the bed, his claws snagging on the fabric of his clothes. His eyes landed on a small canister of explosives, a gift from Groot.
Perfect. He knew what to do.
"Pix, Quill, Star, get down!" Rocket yelled, the twinks scrambling to obey. They huddled together, their eyes wide with fear and surprise.
Rocket primed the explosive, the small device humming to life in his paw. He tossed it towards the pirates, the device detonating mid-air, creating a shockwave that sent the pirates reeling. The explosion was deafening, the sound reverberating through the room. The force of the blast sent debris flying, the walls shuddering with the impact.
Rocket dove back onto the bed, curling protectively over the twinks huddled beneath him. The room was filled with the ringing of their ears and the acrid smell of smoke.
"Fuck, that was close," Rocket growled, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
"Are you alright?" he demanded, his eyes scanning the twinks for any sign of injury. They nodded shakily, their bodies pressed tightly against his.
"Yeah, we're good," Quill whispered, his voice barely audible over the ringing in their ears.
Rocket turned to survey the damage. The explosion had taken out a good chunk of the pirates, their bodies scattered across the room like rag dolls. The blaster bolt had taken out their leader, leaving a smoldering crater in his chest. But more were coming through the door, their weapons raised and ready.
Rocket cursed, his mind racing. They were outnumbered, and he needed to end this quickly. He couldn't let the twinks get hurt, but he sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight. He grabbed his blaster from the bed, flicking the safety off as he rolled to the side, putting the twinks behind him for cover. He aimed at the incoming pirates, his finger tightening on the trigger.
"You fuckers are gonna regret ever crossing Rocket Raccoon," he growled, his tail lashing out behind him to make sure the twinks were staying down.
He opened fire, the blaster bolts tearing through the air, cutting down pirates with precise, deadly shots.
The pirates ducked and weaved, their return fire sending chunks of the hotel suite flying in all directions. Rocket moved with preternatural speed, his claws ripping through the mattress as he danced from one cover to the next. He took out one pirate with a well-placed shot to the head, another with a blast to the knee that sent the fucker crashing to the ground in agony.
But the pirates kept coming, wave after wave of them pouring into the room. There weren't nearly as many thanks to the well-timed grenade from earlier and their disorientation made picking the stragglers off easier, or at least as easy as being shot at could be.
The adrenaline of the the fight was shooting straight to his enhanced and enlarged dick, already throbbing and ready for another round. It was at half-mast, swelling between his legs, raring and ready for more action.
It was a fucking miracle he wasn't numb from the sheer volume of sex he'd been having, but his body was a well-oiled machine. The gene mod had him going nonstop, and his body was loving it. He was loving it.
He took another shot, another pirate went down, and just as suddenly, the fighting stopped.
The room was clear.
Rocket held his breath, his weapon trained on the door, waiting for more to burst through. But nothing did.
Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city outside filled the room. Rocket lowered his blaster, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned to the twinks, who were huddled together on the bed, their eyes wide with fear and exhaustion. He knew they were looking to him for guidance, for protection.
"You dolls alright?", he drawled exhaustedly. Despite his exhaustion, thanks to the genemods effects he was still achingly aroused and the adrenaline rush didn't help.
"Fuck, I need to get laid now," Rocket growled, adjusting his cock subtly, trying to relieve some of the pressure. The three twinks exchanged a look and Star spoke up first.
"What do you want, Rocket? Want us to help you out?" the twink asked, his voice still shaky but nevertheless eager. After all, they were all still horny and ready for more.
Rocket's eyes flashed with predatory hunger, his tail twitching as he considered the three eager alien bodies in front of him.
"Well, I'd better bounce...don't want more dem space leeches showin' up...buuuut....", he drew the word out as he fished his enhanced cock out of his jumpsuit, "Maybe a blowie for the road?"
He gave his cock a few strokes, his eyes locked onto the twinks. The sight of his massive, throbbing cock had them all salivating, their eyes wide with desire. "I mean, it's not every day you get to suck off the one who saved your life, right?"
Quill wasted no time, scrambling towards Rocket, his mouth open and ready. He wrapped his lips around the head of Rocket's cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Rocket groaned, his hips jerking as Quill took him deep into his throat.
The twink gagged slightly, his eyes watering as he tried to take more of Rocket's massive cock. Rocket could feel every inch of Quill's mouth, the way it clenched and relaxed around his shaft, the wet heat sending jolts of pleasure straight to his balls.
"Flark yeah, that's it," Rocket growled, his tail lashing out, wrapping around Quill's waist to pull him closer.
Quill moaned around Rocket's cock, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight to his balls.
Rocket could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his nuts unbelievably intense. His enhanced nuts were heavy, filled to the brim with cum ready to explode. He looked down at the other two twinks, their eyes wide and eager as they watched Quill suck him off.
"Pix, Star, get over here," Rocket growled, his voice thick with need. "I want you both kissin 'n rubbin my nuts whike Quill sucks my cock. You hungry twinks like helping, don't you?"
Pix and Star eagerly complied, moving closer to the bed.
Pix took one of Rocket's massive nuts in his hand, his fingers barely wrapping around the heavy, veiny orb. He leaned in, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin, his other hand gently massaging the other nut. Star mirrored Pix's actions, his tongue and hands working in tandem with Pix's.
Rocket groaned, his hips bucking as the sensation of their mouths and hands on his nuts sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. "Kruff, yeah, that's it, you little sluts. Lick my nuts, make them nice and wet for me," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
The twinks complied, their tongues lapping at his balls, their hands massaging and caressing his sensitive flesh.
Rocket's cock was throbbing in Quill's mouth, the sight of the twink choking on his dick driving him wild. He could feel every inch of Quill's throat, could feel the way it clenched and relaxed around his shaft, the wet heat driving him wild.
He looked down at the other two twinks, their tongues lapping at his nuts, their hands gripping his shaft, stroking him in time with Quill's mouth.
The raccoon could feel his orgasm racing towards him like a freight train. He pulled Quill's head down, burying his cock deep in the twink's throat. Quill gagged, his nose pressing against Rocket's stomach, his body shuddering as he took every inch of the raccoon's massive cock.
The sight of Quill choking on his dick was too much for Rocket. He growled, his hips slamming forward, his cock thrusting deep into Quill's throat.
With one last full-bodied thrust Rocket came with the force of a frieghter's engine, his cock pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably as his balls clenched tight, pumping gallons of his enhanced cum down Quill's throat.
The twink gagged and choked, his eyes watering and nose leaking as he tried to swallow the deluge of cum flooding his mouth.
Quill's body convulsed as Rocket's thick, hot cum filled him up, the sheer volume of it making his belly round out visibly. The raccoon's spunk was like liquid fire, burning through him, setting his insides ablaze.
Quill could feel every pulse, every spurt of Rocket's cock as it filled him up, the sheer volume of it making his belly swell and round out.
Rocket pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with Quill's saliva and the remnants of his load. He looked down at the twink, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Fuck, that was hot," he growled, his cock still throbbing, eager for more.
Quill coughed, his hand going to his belly as he tried to swallow the immense amount of cum filling him. "Fuck, Rocket," he gasped, his voice hoarse.
Rocket grinned, "You sure know how to make a savior feel special, doll. Thanks for the good time, and sorry about getting ya mixed up with them slime balls. Get yerselves home safe now. I'm gonna bounce."
And with little more than that, Rocket tucked his massive maleness back into his jumpsuit before leaving through the hole the frag grenade created. His only thought was getting back to the Milano and off this planet before the Space Leeches returned.
He'd deal with the fallout from the pirates later, right now he needed to get away. He hustled down the corridor, adrenaline still pumping through his system, his enhanced cock still throbbing from his recent encounter with the twinks. He could still feel the warmth of their mouths and hands on his body, could still taste the salt of Quill's tears as he choked on Rocket's cock. Fuck, it had been hot.
He reached the Milano's hanger, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he boarded the ship.
As he entered the cockpit and flopped into the pilot-seat he warmed up the takeoff routines he mused to himself, "Well, at least this vacation was interstin'".