One below, one behind

The three surviving guards from the compound were nearly naked, their bodies pressed tightly together as the men double-teamed the woman. All three were covered in the hallucinogenic gunge from the dead beast.

One of the guards was flat on his back, lying on the rough ground below the woman who balanced on her hands and knees on top of him. She appeared to be doing most of the fucking, pumping her hips up and down to impale herself on his cock. Grimes watched, hypnotised for a minute by the sway of her heavy beasts until he realised he wasn't close enough to actually see the other guy's penis penetrate her body.

He staggered closer, already fumbling two open his trousers and free his own dick.

The second guy was behind. He still wore a torn shirt, had his pants down around his ankles as he knelt behind the screwing couple. This guard, the senior of the trio, had found another hole for his cock. He was fucking the woman's ass.

Her cries of pleasure were the only sound Grimes could hear. Each gasp and moan like a siren call. Each time she opened her mouth, Grimes shivered in alien toxin induced anticipation - the woman had one more hole to fill and he desperately needed too ram him cock home and unload.

As he dropped to his knees in front of the threesome only and small voice of caution sounded in his **** mind - these three were hunting him, trying to kill him so what was he doing here?