by Ivy Barrett
She looked at her youngest mate, making sure he didn’t feel robbed. He had basically given her his turn already. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he assured her. “I’m as anxious for this as he is. Well, almost.”
Not only was Azra going to fuck her ass, the other two were going to watch. A fresh wave of heat accompanied the thought.
Apparently hearing her thought, Azra chuckled. “Oh, I fully intend to fuck your ass, my sweet virgin slave, but first you must be prepared for the taking.”
“Will you please release me, so I can touch you?”
He shook his head, then kissed her again. “It’s better if you just relax and let this happen.”
She didn’t bother with pointless arguments. All the whining in the world wouldn’t change his mind.
Azra reached down and removed one of the nipple rings, then soothed the sensitized peak with his mouth. She sighed, relieved to finally be free of the torturous device. Urrya removed the other nipple ring, mirroring Azra’s technique. It felt so good she arched into the warmth and prayed that he’d never stop. He was still fully dressed, she noticed. She would have to do something about that very soon.
The mattress shifted, drawing her attention toward the foot of the bed. Oseth knelt between her legs, naked and grinning. His gaze locked with hers as he slipped the clit ring off and lowered his mouth to her abused pussy. He stretched out on his belly and slipped his arms under her legs, anchoring her in position with his hands on her hips.
“This is new, and we want you to remember the pleasure, so you have permission to come until I tell you otherwise,” Azra told her.
“Thank you, Master.” She didn’t even flinch when she used the title he preferred. Urrya had helped her see beyond human mores to what pleased her and her mates. Again, her mind left off the word potential. Was it time to stop fooling herself? Time to stop pretending there was any other choice worth considering? She wanted these three males more than she’d ever wanted anything or anyone. They were unique and exciting, each appealing to a different aspect of her personality. Together they were—perfect.
“I’m going to increase the size of the trainer,” Azra warned, drawing her attention back to the present. “If you relax and let it work, there should be little or no pain.”
She nodded, already lost in the pleasure of having Oseth’s mouth on her neglected pussy. Then the anal trainer shifted inside her and the pressure increased. Her gaze widened and she instinctively held her breath.
“Breathe, kitten,” Urrya directed as he reached up and covered her hand with his, intertwining their fingers. “Relax and accept the fullness. It only stings if you tense up.” His compassion was welcome, but surprising. When Azra wasn’t around, Urrya became nearly as aggressive as the Tavorian.
She tried to keep the muscles lax, to breathe nice and slow, but it felt so strange, so intrusive. This was necessary if she wanted Azra to fuck her ass. Good God, did she really want that?
An image formed in her mind, providing the answer with vivid clarity. She straddled Urrya’s lean hips as he lay face up on the bed. His cock surged deep inside her pussy as she rocked her hips up and down. Azra pressed in close behind her, his shaft stretching her tight back passage. His movements were a counterpoint to Urrya’s, pushing in as Urrya pulled out. And Oseth stood beside the bed, fingers buried in her unbound hair. She looked up at him adoringly as he vigorously fucked her mouth. If she wanted all that, and she did, she had to submit to this.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on Oseth’s mouth, sliding against her pussy. The trainer expanded again and her inner muscles stretched, stinging for just a moment. Then her body softened, adjusted to the girth, and the sting faded to a strangely pleasant ache. Oseth licked her folds and carefully sucked on her clit, rapidly building her arousal toward its long denied end.
The trainer slowly rotated and her eyes flew open. Azra now stood near the foot of the bed and he’d slipped his arm beneath her knee. He watched her face as he maneuvered the slick pleasure aid. “Stay soft and open. This will soon be me.” He pulled on the trainer, drawing it nearly out. “You’re doing very well.” He pushed the device back in and tingling heat spread through her abdomen. That felt almost good.
Again and again, he fucked her with the trainer. She relaxed, allowing the new sensations to sweep her along. Oseth’s lips latched on to her clit as Azra’s hand moved faster. Urrya stroked her breasts, his other hand still holding hers. The trainer slid in and out, in and out, building her arousal in a way she’d never experienced before.
“Don’t fight it,” Urrya urged. “Surrender and you’ll come.”
She stared deep into his eyes, watching the strange streaks of iridescent light. He was her mate, she could sense a connection drawing them together, linking her life with his. Not ready for that realization, she shifted her gaze to Azra, but the sensation was even stronger when she looked at him. Then Oseth pushed his tongue into her pussy and skillfully thumbed her clit. All she could see was the top of his head, yet she sensed fibers of his energy threading through her and reaching for the other males. She wasn’t sure if they were doing it intentionally or if she was sensing something spiritual. She only knew it made her feel safe, protected, and adored.
Her orgasm hit suddenly, shocking her out of reality as a startled cry tore from her throat. Her core contracted, tightening her other passage around the trainer. Her toes curled and her chest heaved as wave after wave of sensory input crashed down upon her. Oseth used his mouth to prolong the spasms, playing her body like a virtuoso.
“Enough.” Azra drove the trainer deep, and left it there.
Oseth finally lifted his head, grinning as he wiped her juices off his face.
She panted, barely able to believe her body had just produced those feelings. Her head was still spinning and her skin tingling when the restraints released and her mates turned her over. Urrya positioned her on her hands and knees. Azra shoved a couple of pillows beneath her hips, then urged her upper body down, which tilted her ass even higher in the air. Oseth and Urrya traded places. The younger man sat on the edge of the bed and brushed her hair back from her face.
“You still afraid?” Oseth asked, affection warming his gaze.
The question surprised her. Urrya said their link made them empathic, so he should know exactly how she was feeling. Maybe he just wanted her to admit it. “A little.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. You’ll see.” He leaned down and kissed her temple, then nipped her earlobe.
“The trainer left you nice and slick.” Azra knelt on the bed behind her and pushed her knees a bit farther apart. “I put lubricant on my cock as well. Relax and accept this. Submit. It doesn’t need to hurt.”
“What if I want it to hurt,” she whispered, giving in to her naughtiest smile.
Fisting the back of her hair, he pulled her head up then back. “If you want pain, sweet slave, I’m happy to oblige.”
Oseth warned her with a worried look and a subtle shake of his head.
“No, Master. Not this time.”
Azra’s fingers relaxed and he caressed his way down to her waist. “Here we go.”
She felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart, but Azra’s hands were still on her waist. Urrya must be helping, standing there watching as she surrendered to this new experience. The trainer was slowly pulled out and something even bigger pressed against her asshole. Azra’s hands tightened on her waist and he pushed. The tight ring of muscle spread, opening with some reluctance. Unlike the toy, Azra’s cock was warm and resilient, but holy fuck, he felt big. She stayed still, relaxed and accepting as he carefully worked himself into her tight passage.
“I want you to see this.”
It was the only warning she got before Azra’s energy swirled into her mind. She gasped and tensed, then the image formed, eclipsing all other thoughts. Her back entrance stretched wide around his pale gray shaft. She whimpered, seeing what she was feeling made it seem
even more graphic. He was huge, massively thick as well as long.
“You can do this,” Urrya assured her, his hand gently rubbing her back.
“I’ll take it nice and slow,” Azra added.
The pressure increased as another inch squeezed through her tiny hole. She moaned, her stubborn muscles starting to burn. Azra slipped his hand beneath her and lightly circled her clit as he drove inward again. The burn flared into sting and she cried out. He stopped moving and concentrated on her clit.
“Come for me,” Azra ordered. “It will help you relax.”
His fingers were slick from the juices trickling out of her pussy. She needed to be filled there too, needed each of her holes stuffed full of cock. That’s what she wanted. It was where she belonged. The thought made her restless and she tossed back her hair, inadvertently pushing herself farther onto Azra’s shaft.
He groaned and gripped her hip with his free hand. “Stop wiggling.”
“I can’t,” she cried. “It hurts, but it feels amazing. I think I need you to move.”
Unable to resist her needful plea, he pushed the rest of his length into her upraised ass. “That’s all of me, neralla. You took it all.” He pulled back slowly, his fingers gently plucking at her clit. “I told you to come.”
“I can’t,” she cried, earning a hard swat on the ass. She gasped then shivered. “Again. Please.”
He spanked her again and again, timing each slap to the apex of his strokes.
The slight pain, combining with the inescapable fullness, soon had her panting and moaning. She lifted into each thrust, and one well-timed pinch on her clit finally detonated her stubborn orgasm.
She cried out sharply, her inner muscles contracting so hard it hurt. He moved both hands to her hips and let loose on her ass. He fucked her hard and deep, giving her his entire length with each forceful thrust. She sprawled beneath him, reveling in his aggression. This was the Azra she knew, the demanding master who took what he needed without hesitation or regret.
Much to her surprise, another orgasm began to build. Her pussy was empty and nothing was touching her clit, so how the hell was this happening? His cock slammed into her ass over and over, each impact riding the bittersweet border between pleasure and pain. She cried out, clawing at the bedding. He was ruthless, fucking her without mercy.
When he reached beneath her this time, he caught her nipples rather than her clit. He squeezed both with punishing force, and she came with a scream. Lights flashing through her closed eyelids as her body convulsed beneath and around his. Pain wove through the pleasure, making it impossible to tell one from the other. Wrapping both arms around her, he shuddered violently against her back. Hot bursts of seed splashed her inner walls, triggering an aftershock almost as powerful as her orgasm. They shook together, his strong arms the only thing holding her up.
The pleasure finally began to fade and he rolled to his side, taking her with him. His cock was still buried deep inside her. “Now we’ve fucked all three of your holes. When will you allow us to solidify the claim?”
“Damnation, dude,” Oseth muttered. “Your cum isn’t even dry and you’re pressuring her for more. Let her catch her breath.”
Urrya joined in. “Better yet, give her to us and we’ll make sure she’s okay.”
Azra’s only response was an impatient growl.
“I’m fine, guys. He didn’t hurt me.” The last thing she wanted was to cause conflict between her males. This bonding was supposed to draw them closer, not drive them apart.
Apparently, Urrya was more concerned about her than pissing off Azra. Urrya peeled Azra’s arms away from her body and carefully eased her off Azra’s cock. She hissed at the sudden sting, but shook her head when Urrya tried to pick her up. “I want...”
His gaze narrowed and he pressed his hand against the side of her face. “What do you want? You know you have only to ask.”
“I want to be with all three of you, here together.” His eyes widened and she laughed. “Not like that, not yet. But I want to fall asleep knowing each of you were satisfied by me.”
A wicked chuckle rumbled through Azra’s chest as he rolled to one side of the bed. “That could take all night, my greedy little slave. If I watch them fuck you, I can guarantee I’ll want you again.”
She looked at him and shrugged. “So we’ll sleep all day tomorrow. I waited twenty-two years to experience these pleasures. I have a right to be a little greedy.”
Urrya drew her to her knees on the bed and cupped her ass cheeks with both hands. “I’m willing to indulge you, but we say when you’ve had enough. LeAuntiez is bringing Kyla here tomorrow, so you need to be able to walk.”
She let out a happy cry, and hugged him tightly. “I can’t wait to see Kyla. We’ve got so much to talk about!”
“No doubt.” Urrya swept her up in his arms and kissed her while Oseth positioned himself on the bed. Then Urrya lowered her onto his podmate. Her legs straddled Oseth’s hips and his hands immediately moved to her breasts.
“Put me in,” Oseth directed, squeezing her breasts.
She lifted her hips and guided his cock to her pussy, moaning in pleasure as she slowly lowered herself onto his entire length. She closed her eyes, savoring the heat and fullness. It felt so damn good to finally have her core filled after all the hours of waiting.
Her gaze locked with Azra’s as she opened her eyes. He sat beside them, hunger smoldering in his smoke-colored eyes. He slipped his hand between her body and Oseth’s, finding her clit with his middle finger. “Don’t forget about Urrya.” He nodded toward her other side. “He needs you too.”
Urrya stood beside the bed, hands on the waistband of his pants, expression tense and watchful.
“You can have my mouth as soon as you get naked.” Displeasure narrowed his gaze, so she quickly added, “Please, Sir, I need to see and touch all of you.”
He hesitated a moment longer, but finally gave in, tearing off his uniform in his haste to have her. She rolled her hips, enjoying the slide of Oseth’s cock while she waited for Urrya to join them. Then she leaned forward, bracing one hand against the bed as she guided Urrya into her warm, wet mouth.
Chapter Eight
Kyla hugged Erin so tightly that Erin groaned. “Can’t. Breathe,” Erin complained with a smile, but returned the embrace with just as much enthusiasm. They both let go and took half a step back. “It is so good to see you.”
“I have never been so worried in my life.” Kyla punched her lightly on the arm. Sleek black hair framed Kyla’s pretty face and her green eyes were brimming with tears. “That’s for all the gray hairs you gave me.” She paused for another quick hug. “I can’t believe how much I missed you. It’s only been a couple of weeks.”
Actually it seemed like a few days for Erin. She’d been unconscious much of that time. Still, she felt terrible for traumatizing her best friend and hoped to make it up to her.
As Azra warned, Erin and her mates had spent all night and some of the morning exploring their passion for each other. It had been well after dawn before they finally fell asleep, so they’d eaten brunch around one in the afternoon. Erin refused to feel guilty about the indulgence. Contentment and joy had been severely lacking in the first twenty-two years of her life. She was starting to believe that could change if she trusted her heart to these three males.
After brunch Azra opened a portal, allowing LeAuntiez and Kyla to pass from Earth’s dimension into Tavor’s. Even with all the other astonishing things Erin had seen, the power at Azra’s command left her in awe of her most challenging mate.
Now Erin stood with Kyla in the foyer of the mansion. After exchanging greetings, their males scattered. Oseth and Azra went into the office to finish repairing the central computer. Urrya and LeAuntiez went outside. Both females knew they were just being polite and giving them time alone to catch up and reminisce.
Kyla paused to look around. A curved staircase swept upward to one side of the soaring entryway, then formed
a railed gallery that ran the width of the second floor. “This is a really nice house.” She glanced at Erin and grinned. “Which one of your males is loaded?”
“The house belongs to Azra, but he inherited it. So I’m not sure if he’s wealthy or not.”
“Is Azra the witch doctor?”
Erin tensed, protective instincts surging through her being. “He really dislikes that name. Please don’t use it again.”
“Sorry. I didn’t know.”
Erin motioned toward the hallway on her right. “Let’s get comfortable. Our males won’t leave us alone for long.”
They went to the media room in the back of the house and sat facing each other. Floor-to-ceiling windows along the perimeter wall displayed the back yard, surrounding woods and bright blue sky. The scene was peaceful, welcoming. It made Erin feel at home. “Do you want something to drink?”
Kyla shook her head. “I’m good. Seeing you in in one piece is all I needed.”
Erin smiled, but she was starting to feel a little awkward. She’d always been able to talk to Kyla about anything. She was genuinely happy to see her, but so much had happened since they’d been apart that Erin felt like a different person. It was likely Kyla felt the same. “Catch me up on all the gossip, starting with your bonding with the chancellor and LeAuntiez. How in the world did that happen?”
Kyla tensed and emotions shifted in her eyes like crystals in a kaleidoscope.
“What is it? Are you unhappy about your mates?”
“No, never,” Kyla insisted. “Bonding with Bron and LeAuntiez is the best thing I’ve ever done. I’m ridiculously happy with them.”
“Then what caused your reaction? You looked like someone just stomped on a puppy or something.”
Kyla’s expression didn’t relax. If anything she seemed more anxious. “Let me start by saying I was not seriously hurt.”
“Good, but why would that be a concern?”
After finger-combing her hair out of her eyes, Kyla scooted to the edge of her chair and began her explanation. “The guards I flirted with so you could escape didn’t take no for an answer.”