Cygne repressed the sound of surprise and distress when the four males continued to undress, while Kaede held her captive. She was stunned speechless when Tynan unbuckled his pants, and pulled out his cock. His engorged appendage was long, and as thick as her wrist. The crown was broad, leading to a shaft that resembled a tightly-packed coil of springs. Tynan wrapped his fingers around it, and stroked up and down, sliding over the ridges. Unbelievably it seemed to grow more. Her eyes were riveted to the sight.
“If you let me, I’d like to slide this into your sweet cunny.” Tynan’s voice was so deep she barely recognized it.
Cygne knew where a male’s anatomy was supposed to go. She just never realized it grew in size. It was something she never dwelled on.
“I-I don’t think that will fit,” she stammered as she looked from Tynan to Akiva, Severin and Meir who now stood dauntingly nude.
“It will,” Kaede whispered into her ear as he stood between her wings.
The four males stroked their impossibly hard cocks as they stared at her.
“See how much we want you.” Kaede kissed her earlobe.
Cygne could see very clearly. She couldn’t look away if she wanted. Kaede was so close, she could feel his engorged cock pressed into her back. She gasped when his hand cupped one breast, his fingers circling then squeezing her stiff nipple. Her hard nipples ached against his warm palms.
Horror ripped through her when a flood of moisture leaked down her thigh. She tried to break away from Kaede, embarrassed that her body was leaking.
“Don’t run.” He kissed her shoulder as he held her close.
“Something’s wrong,” she pleaded.
“What’s wrong?” Severin asked with a frown.
Everyone stilled when tears filled her eyes. Shedding tears in front of them added to her misery.
“I-I soiled myself.” Cygne hung her head as she admitted her shame with a sob.
Kaede scooped her off her feet. He didn’t seem to care about her distressing admission, and had her laid on the giant bed in two steps. The males surrounded her, the mattress dipping from their weight.
“Let us see.” Akiva brushed his fingers over her thigh.
She shook her head and clenched her legs together, pulling her wings around herself to hide.
“Cygne, you’re supposed to get wet for your males. That’s what you’re feeling.” Severin’s gentle voice was muffled inside her feathery cocoon.
She had never heard of such a thing. But obviously she was ignorant of a lot.
“Come out and talk to us,” Kaede encouraged.
She peeked past her wings into his bright eyes. Kaede gently unwrapped her further. Cygne swallowed as she glanced down her naked body at the nude males surrounding her.
“Just relax.”
Kaede slid his hand under her left knee, while Tynan mirrored him on the other side. They bent her knees, then urged them to part. She closed her eyes, too mortified to witness them discover her shame.
“She’s glistening with nectar,” Meir groaned as he knelt between her splayed legs.
“It’s just like we said.” Akiva tenderly caressed her trembling leg.
Cygne jerked, her eyes flying open, when Meir’s finger ran through the moisture on her inner thigh.
“You didn’t soil yourself. Your cunny grows slick, making it easier for our cocks to slide in.” Meir placed his finger in his mouth, then moaned as he sucked it clean.
Why would he do that? She gaped in shock.
“Does she taste as good as she smells?” Tynan groaned.
“Aye,” Meir husked, his eyes still closed in appreciation.
“It’s a good thing you get so wet. Look at how tight her pink little cunny is,” Akiva commented to the others.
“Aye,” they all growled, making her startle.
She felt like a pack of rigellor were closing in with the way they surrounded her, their stiff cocks jutting out.
“I don’t think I’m ready to have you rut on me,” Cygne admitted when she found her voice.
“None of us are going to mount you tonight, songbird. We just want you to get used to our touch.” Kaede nuzzled her cheek.
“And we’d like if you touched us.” Severin lifted her hand from where she gripped the sheets and placed it on his thigh.
Tynan leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. Reflexively, Cygne tangled her hand in his short hair, needing something to hold onto as the males all descended at once. His kiss was more insistent than Kaede’s. She stilled her other hand on Severin’s thigh when she encountered something stiff and hot.
“It’s all right,” Severin rasped as he led her fingers back to his length.
Cygne tentatively ran her fingers over Severin’s cock, feeling the ridge that coiled from tip to base on the girthy shaft. It kicked when she touched it, making her pause again, till Severin wrapped his hand around hers and started stroking. The silky texture of his skin contrasted with the steely hard pulsing flesh beneath. The thought of something like that impaling her sent a frisson of excitement and trepidation careening through her.
“See how swollen her bead is. It’s peeking from her folds.” Akiva said such salacious things.
A hot, wet mouth latched onto her nipple at the same time a finger grazed the nub between her legs. Cygne squeaked into Tynan’s mouth. His kiss grew more fervent, his tongue tangling with hers. She moaned when the suction on her nipple increased. Her body trembled as the finger circled her swollen bead. Cygne gripped Severin’s silky shaft tighter when a spike of pleasure shot up her spine.
“She’s dripping,” Meir groaned, and another set of fingers teased her slick opening.
There was so much going on, Cygne couldn’t keep up with all the sensations—the sucking, tasting, and touching. She roughly stroked Severin’s arousal. Cygne moaned and gasped. Her stomach started doing little crunches as the pleasure came in stabbing waves. She didn’t know such feelings were possible.
The finger on her bead moved faster. Cygne couldn’t take much more. She exploded when a finger gently pressed into her quivering channel. A scream of ecstasy ripped from her throat, as every muscle in her body seized.
6
The Deep End of the Pond
“Imperfections we all have, but we also have compensations.” Hans Christian Andersen
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Cygne awoke surrounded by slumbering nude giants. Meir lay with his head resting on her thigh, his fingers gently caressing the dip in her hip. Tynan’s face was tangled in her hair. Severin was collapsed on one side with Akiva on her other, while Kaede slept peacefully curled by her shoulder. It was a startling way to start the morning, but oddly nice. Cygne lay very still, just soaking up the pleasant warmth their bodies radiated. Last night had been so amazing. She couldn’t believe how tender the males had been. They didn’t force themselves on her, or rut around like beasts in heat. It was nothing like she feared.
That’s what they meant by gentling.
“What are you smiling about?” Severin asked with a yawn as he glanced at Meir.
“Would it be inappropriate for me to give Cygne a tongue bath?”
Cygne repressed a shocked gasp, hearing Meir’s salacious suggestion.
“Seriously?” Severin swatted him in the head.
“You’re right, it’s your turn. Since you peaked on her hip, be my guest and lick that clean.” Meir gestured toward the dried evidence on Cygne’s side.
An incredulous smile tugged at her mouth. The fiery-winged male was clearly the comedian in the group.
“You’re just jealous our little songbird didn’t wrap her tight grip around your cock.”
“I think most of us are jealous of that,” Kaede groggily rasped. “But unless you want to wake Cygne, you might shut it.”
It felt weird hearing them argue over who got her attention last night.
“Too late.” Meir grimaced, his gaze meeting hers.
Her deep blush went from her cheeks to her chest.
“Can I beat them for waking us up?” Tynan groused to Cygne.
She peeped in surprise when Tynan threw one arm around her, pulled her into his grasp, then fell back asleep. He started to snore, and her eyes widened further. Meir snorted at Cygne’s stunned expression.
“The pretty bird’s a heavy sleeper.” Kaede shook his head.
Cygne smiled at the moniker. Tynan was a pretty bird—gruff, but pretty.
“Well, I need to go to the washroom.” She squirmed from the nagging pressure on her bladder.
Meir and Severin tried to extricate Cygne from Tynan’s grasp, but he just gripped her tighter.
“Hey, you big brute, she’s gotta get up.” Kaede tugged Tynan’s wing.
Tynan rumbled something incoherent, flipped over with her, and hid them from view inside his wings. Cygne couldn’t help the giggle that burst out as she lay swaddled in the confines of Tynan’s colorful pinions. He was incredibly warm as he snuggled her close, like a hatchling with a favorite toy. The way he breathed in and out was so peaceful. She would’ve loved to curl up inside the haven and go back to sleep, if nature wasn’t calling.
“If you let me up, I’ll let you bathe me,” Cygne whispered in the sleeping giant’s ear.
Suddenly Tynan shot upright and took off for the washroom, cradling her in his arms. She was surprised her bribe worked. Kaede, Meir, Severin and Akiva reached the washroom in time to see Tynan launch into the bath.
“Tynan,” Cygne sputtered and laughed when they came back up. “I need to go make water first.”
The overgrown pretty bird petulantly released her, and she climbed out of the bath the size of a small pond. She wrapped her pale wings around herself, even though they’d already seen and touched her everywhere. Cygne doubted she’d ever be as comfortable nude as they were.
“What did you do to get him to wake up?” Kaede looked truly impressed.
“None of us are ever that successful.” Akiva shook his head.
“I told him he could help me bathe.” She nervously picked at her feathers rather than overtly stare at the naked males.
“Aye, that would get me up,” Meir snickered.
“It doesn’t take much.” Severin nodded toward Meir’s crotch.
Cygne blushed, recalling exactly what Meir looked like aroused, and quickly headed into the small room to do her business.
“What is this other thing?” she called out. One of the commodes was for doing her business, but the other was different.
“Sit on it and you’ll find out,” Meir replied through the door.
“You’re awful,” she heard Severin snipe at Meir. “The lavo is for washing,” he answered her.
“She’ll find out anyway,” Meir retorted.
Cygne hesitantly sat, her curiosity getting the best of her. She screeched in shock when a jet of water worked its way into unmentionable places.
“That thing shot water up my—” Cygne emerged wearing a scowl.
“Ass,” Meir finished for her.
“You knew.” She jabbed a finger into his chest, making Meir smile.
“I did,” he chuckled at her disgruntled expression.
He is the rotten one!
“Why do you have that?” She could appreciate cleaning her bottom, but that thing went a step too far.
“You get to explain, since you started this.” Kaede held up his hands as he backed up.
“Fine. It’s to clean your backside, so we can mount your ass,” Meir explained.
“What?!”
She had been nervous but thrilled that such males were paying attention to her, and being so kind. But the imaginary bubble she constructed around herself popped in an instant, shifting to trepidation. As Cygne regarded the nude males, she was again reminded of why they sought her out. They were far from home, and lonely enough to settle for her. With the exception of Severin, she hadn’t brought them any satisfaction. They would all want their due.
I‘m so stupid. She thought she understood how a male might use her body to derive pleasure, but obviously she was wrong—very wrong. Cygne backed away, ready to bolt for the door.
“No, no.” Meir held up his hands, seeing her mounting alarm. “We won’t do that until you’re ready.”
I’ll never be ready for that. She couldn’t imagine them wedging their thick cocks into her cunny, much less attempting to fit them in her behind.
“I don’t understand why you’d want to,” she stammered.
“Olor females find it pleasurable,” Kaede replied.
Or is it the Olor males?
“Just for that, Meir, you should go sit on the lavo,” Tynan decreed from the bath.
Cygne considered the scowl on Tynan, Kaede, Severin and Akiva’s faces. They were aggravated with Meir. It was nice that they didn’t appreciate him scaring her any more than she did. Her shoulders eased from their tense position.
“I agree,” she snapped, then her face twisted into a rotten grin.
“You can’t very well deny our female’s command,” Kaede stated as the others looked expectantly at Meir.
The fiery male cast Tynan the evil eye, before he trudged into the room.
“Leave the door open,” Akiva snorted.
Meir glowered at the green-winged male, but left the door open as he sat on the lavo.
“Fittich,” Meir cursed as the jet of water shot straight up his clenched ass. He hopped off a moment later, cleaner than anyone should be.
The other males burst, their laughter echoing in the washroom.
“Now you’re ready for your males,” she giggled. Her face hurt from the broad smile.
“Really?” Meir grinned. She admired the dimple in his cheek, till she realized he was coming straight for her, an ornery glint in his eyes.
“Yes!” Cygne trilled, feeling vindicated as she ran toward the bath and jumped in.
“I got you.” Tynan snared her in his steely arms.
The bathing pond was gloriously warm. Washing with hot water was a luxury she’d only learned about after living in the tavern. But even then, it was a quick dousing.
“Back in the valley, I had to bathe in the cold streams,” Cygne groaned in delight.
“Well, you can bathe here whenever you want,” Tynan rumbled as he ran a soapy hand up her side.
It felt so strange having someone else wash her, but she had promised. His hand moved to her bottom, then slipped between her cheeks.
“Hey! That’s already clean,” she squeaked when Tynan’s fingers grazed her puckered rosette.
Meir, Akiva, Severin and Kaede jumped into the bath, appearing eager to get in on the action. Before they could surround them, Tynan spun away, while still gripping her close.
“Mine,” he growled, as if coveting his prize. Tynan sounded surly, but his expression was playful.
Despite his claim, Tynan let her slip free, so they could finish washing. Cygne studied her pale feathers as she lathered them up. She plucked one quill that refused to lay down.
“Hey, don’t do that.” Akiva swatted her hand away from her wing.
“Sorry.” Cygne quickly folded her wings back, hating that they noticed her nervous habit. Was she acting as awkward as she felt?
Probably.
“Cygne, how is it you lived in that brothel but have never been with a male?” Akiva asked while rinsing his green wings.
“You are the first males the barrow dame tried to get me to entertain. The Braccio didn’t like me,” she admitted with a cringe.
“What?” Severin cocked his head, his long, wet, dark hair dropping over one eye. “I assumed that’s why they bought you at the auction. Not that I’m complaining. I’m glad you didn’t suffer that.” He looked relieved on her behalf.
“The dame didn’t buy me at the auction.”
“But you said you were abducted and sold at auction.” Kaede frowned in confusion.
“They tried, but no one wanted me.” Cygne hung her head in shame. “I had no place to go but
the tavern.”
“I don’t understand why no one bid on you.” Meir shook his head.
Cygne glanced at him in disbelief. It was obvious why she wasn’t bought at the auction.
“When was that?” Severin asked her.
“About a moon ago.”
“You are still young, but many Olor females have been with males and are mated by your age. How did you possibly remain single back home?” Tynan considered her critically.
“You are the first Olor I’ve ever met. I thought I was Braccio till I saw you in the tavern.”
“You grew up on Braccio?” Akiva gaped.
“Yes, in a lush valley.”
“Well this explains a lot,” Kaede exclaimed. “We were shocked to see one of our own so far from Legion territory.”
“But we are happy we found you, beautiful.” Severin smiled.
“It’s not nice to tease.” Cygne frowned at the compliment.
“What are you talking about, songbird?” Meir frowned as he moved closer.
“I know you sought me out at the tavern because you are lonely for female company. I’m accepting of this arrangement. It’s not necessary to coax me with pretty lies.” She held up her hands as she backed away.
“Wait a moment. You fled the tavern because you thought we went there to purchase time with you?” Tynan stated as understanding dawned in his eyes.
“That’s not true,” Meir insisted.
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