by Lillian Lark
Greg groans at that and his erection pulses. I test the action and give a little tug. Greg gives a sigh before squeezing my hips in a punishing grip that feels more secure than a tight hug. Asa sucks a nipple into his mouth and gives a strong pull, making me gasp and squirm.
“Oh gods,” I whisper. Asa gives another full draw on my nipple, making my lower stomach tense in some unknown need before switching to the next one and repeating the action. I can feel my own wetness between my legs as my thighs squeeze together from the feeling of emptiness.
I whimper and see Asa smile in delight. I think he’s going to destroy me. When he drops to his knees, I know it. And instead of playing it safe and avoiding such interactions, I run toward the destruction.
Asa runs a thumb up the lips of my mound, smearing my own wetness around in an erotic action that makes my hips buck against Greg’s hold.
“So very pretty. Do you taste as good as you look, I wonder?”
I pant and smolder, unable to answer such an explicit question.
“Better,” Greg answers roughly.
Asa’s head descends and I feel his hot mouth on me as he slowly licks up through my folds. I’ve vanished, I can’t be in my physical body any longer. I’m not the one making those wretched sounds that drive the man before me to lick me deeper.
I begin to reconcile. I have to accept I’m making the sounds if I want to take credit for the euphoric smile Asa gives me before he goes back to tasting me. His groan in my sensitive parts makes me feel like a decadent dessert instead of a woman on the edge in every sense. Asa’s actions are measured, as I lose my mind to the slow tonguing; he’s learning what I like just as Greg had.
With every deep tongue stroke, I tense in awareness that my body is going to take flight, but Asa always stops just before. Greg moans with me, rocking his body against mine as I pull on his hair helplessly. Asa pulls away to look up at me, licking his lips in a way that melts me even as my body screams for him not to stop.
Asa runs the tip of a finger through my entrance, massaging without entering me. “I’m going to give you a choice Zephyrine. Whose cock do you want in your pussy and whose do you want in your mouth?”
I shake my head, unable to think let alone decide.
I’ve never had my mouth on Asa.
“I want you in my mouth.”
Asa’s expression is sly. “You want that monster cock in your pussy? Aren’t you sore?”
I whimper at the question because I am sore. I had run out on them before getting any of Asa’s magic salve and he knows it. I still want it, I want this, so I nod. Asa considers me for a moment, still massaging me.
“Does our little bird like the hurt?”
My blush burns. Shame fills me at his light question. I don’t want to answer. It would be as if I opened up my heart and showed them my very soul. Exposed is such a simple term for the sensation. Asa doesn’t relent.
“Unless you’re going to safe-out, you need to answer us.”
It takes me a moment to comprehend what he’s saying. Use my safe word to stop this if it is too much for me. I can’t stop this though; I need it too much.
“I think I like the hurt when it’s with you two.”
Greg huffs and tenses in a way that tastes like possession. “You’ll only experience the two of us from now on.”
Asa laughs at Greg’s growliness. He reaches around my hips and undoes Greg’s jeans. Greg’s body tenses against me and the intuition makes me shift as Asa tugs the jeans and boxers down. When Greg’s hot erection slaps against my ass, a sound escapes my throat and my body weeps.
Asa moves my hips to the side slightly before Greg grunts deep and tense. Asa’s head bobs as he takes Greg’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuck.” I breathe, the sight making me ache. Asa releases the erection with a pop and gives me a devilish look.
“More lubrication can only help. You’re going to get taken hard, Zephyrine. We have to make sure Gregory can even get into your little pussy.”
Breathe. I’m on fire. It is the only explanation why I hurt in such a way that makes me writhe but still want. Asa positions my hips back in place before grabbing Greg’s erection and sliding it through my pussy lips to my entrance.
Oh gods, it might be too big for this. Against my own assumption, the head slides in and I gasp against the stretch of my already abused flesh. It’s so much, but fills all the parts of me that need it. It leaves no space for panic. I rock back even as my breath catches.
Greg kisses my neck in apology, but I don’t ask for it to stop. Asa stands, his eyes dark.
“Do you still want this, still want us to make you forget?”
I’m nodding before he can even finish the question. Asa’s belt makes a jangling sound as he unfastens it and lets his slacks fall open. I feel Greg’s erection twitch inside me as we both watch the show. Greg’s hands remove mine from his abused scalp.
Instead, Greg holds my wrists together behind my back before bending me forward. The leverage causes his cock to slide farther into me and he groans. I tense against the invasion but welcome the sensation of completion.
The position strains my arms and is difficult to hold but it just makes the experience hotter as Asa gently touches my face before wrapping a hand in my hair to keep me steady. A few more adjustments and Asa’s cock head rubs against my lips.
For all our jokes about Greg’s monster cock, Asa’s isn’t much smaller. The ruddy skin is hot against my mouth and I try to calm myself. Greg’s cock slides even farther into my pussy, causing my mouth to part in a gasp. Asa slips his cock between my lips. The spicy taste of his arousal makes my eyes close in pleasure.
“Such a good little bird.” Asa’s voice is a little breathless. “Gregory is going to fill up that pussy; he can’t help the animal inside him from marking you from the inside out. Your mouth is something special though.”
Greg pumps his hips softly until his heavy cock bottoms out. “Oh.” Our twin exclamations resonate through me as I groan from being filled so completely. Greg begins slowly fucking me.
I moan around Asa’s cock and he rocks into my mouth. I struggle to take him. I can’t control the depth with my hands restrained and the next rock of Asa’s hips has me gagging. I panic at first and Asa pulls me off of his cock completely, using his grip on my hair to massage my scalp as I gasp.
“Breathe, little bird. You can take it. I’m going to do it again and you’re going to swallow.” Asa’s stringency at pushing my limits makes me desperate to please him. “If it becomes too much, pinch Gregory’s wrist.”
I have to trust that Greg isn’t as lost to this as I am. He must not be because his thrusts into me are measured even as his breath comes in pants behind me. Asa feeds me his cock again, just as he had explained, going deeper than before. I still gag but don’t panic. I feel the gag tighten my whole body and Greg hisses in response.
Asa fucks into the gag, prolonging it and I swallow on him. Asa groans and retreats. “Fuck, that was perfect, darling. Do it again.”
I gasp a breath and we repeat the process, again, and again until I’m chasing the taste of Asa and the reverent words spilling from his mouth. A snarl comes from Asa that makes me tremble and seize on Greg.
“Swallow it,” Asa says right as the hot spill of salty bitter release hits my tongue. I swallow and feel my entire body break free with the shuddering orgasm they had been taunting me with since the beginning. Asa removes his cock from my mouth right as Greg’s body starts to pound into mine. The force of it has me shouting as the waves of climax hit me.
Greg releases my arms to grab my hips and gets as deep as he can before I feel the kick of his cock and the heat of his release. I open my eyes and Asa is breathing hard, leaning on the back of the couch. His gaze catches mine and he gives me a playful wink that fills me with gratitude because calm suffices my soul.
I hiss in pained surprise when Greg removes his half-hard cock from my pussy. The splatter of wetness on my feet make
s my cheeks burn but Greg wraps his arms and pulls my naked back against his fully dressed front. I’m gasping when I try to speak.
“I think I’d like some of your magic salve now… please.”
Chapter 12
Gregory
“That looks suggestive.” Zeph watches me from across the counter as I pipe cream into eclairs. I grin and shake my head, trying to keep my mind on my task instead of the activities Zeph alludes to.
She has a plate of pastries to sample in front of her that is supposed to keep her attention while I finish. It has become a usual occurrence for her to show up at the bakery under the premise that I need her as a taste tester. Either my mate is a glutton for sweets, or the babies just have a sweet tooth. Either way, it makes me happy to provide for her in whatever way I can.
Zeph ended her remote software job so that she could have even more flexibility during the pregnancy and after the clutch is born. Hester had made the suggestion in passing, the way I’d come to identify commentary in the Shirazi family. Forceful enough that the seriousness is felt, light enough that the inherent family stubbornness doesn’t rear its head and cause a fight.
Instead, Zeph has side projects to keep her mind busy and whenever she needs a break she stops by at the bakery. I enjoy her company too much to argue. Even if my mate is distracting.
More than a few times she has been too distracting, and we’ve ended up at my apartment a block away for an extended break. It’s disruptive and perfect. I can’t get enough of Zeph. Those breaks are especially precious because it’s just her and me getting to know each other.
It has been about three weeks since we all met. There have been some bumps in trying to merge our lives together. The time alone helps reassure me when arguments break out.
I give Asa the same space to get to know Zeph. He comes home from the office he keeps in the city and pulls her into his lap while I make dinner for the three of us. More than once I’d come into the living room to see an erotic display of them together. Sometimes I’d be invited to join, others I sat and watched with a primed body and a full heart, ready to tackle one of them after they were done.
After dinner, we do an activity together. Either a sensual activity or something as simple as a movie. Zeph has been falling asleep on the couch lately. Getting tired out of nowhere. During those times, Asa and I pull out the baby books and compare notes.
Zeph is still hesitant to participate in this activity. As if researching the topic makes the situation more real. When we reach the end of our ability to intake horrifying baby information for one day, one of us carries Zeph to bed and we fall asleep together.
Our life has been blissful, for the most part. We are living at Zeph’s house, which has been a struggle. Probably the first fight of our relationship and it had been between the most stubborn individuals in this triad.
Asa and Zeph had bickered about it for an hour before Zeph put her foot down. Her home is the most equipped for the clutch because she’s planned for it. It has the most bedrooms and biggest yard. She told Asa that he could accept living here with us or somewhere else alone.
Asa’s face had drained in distress. The whole fight had left him and the atmosphere felt hollow before Asa gave a close-lipped smile and agreed to go along with what Zeph wanted. I don’t know which had been more upsetting, the conflict or Asa’s reaction to the conflict.
Afterward, Zeph had apologized profusely but Asa had still been stilted. It is something we need to talk about sometime, but there never seems to be a good opportunity. Having a relationship with two people takes up a lot of time.
Introducing Zeph to my family had been uneventful compared to hers. We are still dealing with issues involving the harpy side of the family. Or one issue in particular.
“So, explain what this party on Saturday is again?” I ask.
Zeph gives me a look, not pleased to have to explain this again. My mate has been testy lately and I don’t know her well enough to say it is because of the pregnancy or just the way she is in general.
“It’s a conception party. A harpy gets pregnant and everyone celebrates.”
Because pregnancy is always planned, is the underlying feeling of her words and I try not to wince. I’m hoping that Zeph eventually forgives me, fate, or herself for our miracle babies but I’m not holding my breath for it.
“It is basically an excuse to gather all the harpy relatives together to party. Each family member gives a blessing that is mostly performative, everyone eats good food, and bombards the expectant mother with advice.”
“That still sounds like a baby shower.”
Zeph shakes her head. “There will still be a baby shower. This party is a tradition for harpies as an announcement of the beginning of a new clutch. Which is why my aunts and some other harpies will be there along with everyone else we’ve invited.”
“It seems really early in the pregnancy for it… The baby books say that miscarriage is common.” I tread carefully on the topic.
Zeph gives me a wry smile. “Our pregnancies are the result of magic. Miscarriage is incredibly rare. I’ve only heard of it happening during battle in ancient times.”
I let myself breathe a breath of relief and make a note to tell Asa. We couldn’t sleep for two days when we read that statistic and had resorted to cuddling for comfort. Zeph sees my relief.
“I knew something was bothering you guys. You should tell me if anything in those books scares you. We should be able to talk about it.”
“You haven’t seemed interested in doing that kind of research,” I say slowly.
Zeph makes a face, but then sighs.
“Whenever I start thinking about it, I begin to freak out a little bit. I’ve just been focusing on trying to get to know you and Asa more before I’m sharing you with three little girls. I’ll try to be a better resource about it in the future.” She puts her hand on her flat stomach for a second before pulling it away and shaking her head.
Zeph’s comment about three little girls makes me smile like a fool. I’ve always wanted kids; now I have my mates and babies on the way— it all seems too good to be true. Zeph doesn’t appear to share my level of excitement so I try to beat it back.
“I’m also concerned about how my aunts are going to be at the party.”
“We charmed Hester. I’m sure we can charm her sisters as well.”
Zeph lifts a brow at my confidence. Hester is over the moon about getting grandbabies and has already started teaching me some Persian dishes to prepare.
“My aunts are worse than my mother.” Zeph shakes her head and moves to change the subject when I want to interrogate her for more information. “But you should make these for the party. I don’t know what they are and they kind of taste strange, but I can’t stop eating them. It just makes me happy.”
Zeph knits her brows as she waves around one of the pastries I had snuck on her plate. An herb-infused scone with similar infused icing.
“Is that so?” I try my best to hide my smugness. Over the weeks I’ve been testing different signature palates on my harpy mate and I think we’ve found one. Zeph looks up at me then, face taking on a green hue.
“Please don’t tell me it has sardines in it.”
I laugh. “No sardines. But I’d be willing to bet that harpies like lavender.”
“The flower?”
“It’s actually a pretty common flavoring. You’ve gravitated toward other, less floral, mint family flavors, but this is the first one you’ve commented on. I’m surprised you haven’t tried lavender ice cream.”
Zeph ponders this but shrugs and keeps eating the lavender scones. She is at her most judgmental and picky when it comes to ice cream flavors. I make plans to stop by the specialty market to stock up on bribe fuel. This newfound knowledge will prove to be very valuable.
Zephyrine
My phone starts buzzing and when I check it, Aunt Fairuza is calling me. I ignore it.
“What about this one?” Mace asks. I look
up and the onesie he’s holding up on his chest says, “Daddy’s Little Demon” and I laugh.
Asa snatches it from Mace but doesn’t put it back on the rack. The action has me smiling. I’ve gotten to know Asa a lot better over the weeks even if he’s still secretive. It’s his nature.
“Do you mind if I pick out your cradles, Zeph honey?” Claire’s eyes sparkle with excitement. Unlike my family, Greg’s mom has been supportive from the very beginning.
I’d shown up at the bakery today to pester Greg, but he had been too busy and instead sent his mom and I on this impromptu shopping trip. And since neither of my mates appear to want me going anywhere without them, Asa joined us. I don’t know at which point we gained Mace. The man comes and goes as he pleases.
Mace had come out of the woodwork a couple of days after we all mated. The first time he’d shown up Greg had acted awkward, but Mace just waved off the gawky wolf on his way to giving me the biggest hug I’d experienced outside of family.
“You and me, harpy, are going to make these men miserable.” We’d gotten along famously ever since. His wildness reminds me of Sophia. I might have a soft spot for him.
“You can pick out the cradles, Claire, just know that they might want to sleep in the same one.”
My mother says that my sisters and I had. It’s an instinctual thing. Claire beams at me like I’d told her the cutest thing she could imagine and hurries away.
Mace wanders away, probably to find more entertaining onesies, and Asa comes up beside me, putting his arm around my waist as we walk. The little touches throughout the day function as a nice reminder of our relationship but also serves to stoke my arousal when nothing can be done about it. The taunt is an active game that Asa and I like to play.
“Your aunt still trying to call?” Asa asks.
“Yes.”
“Do you think it’s better to put off the confrontation until the party?”
I shrug. “It’s going to be bad either way. I just don’t want to deal with it right now.”