His chuckle was light but deep, his breath tickling across the top of my ear as he leaned in to explain, “Takes a bit of elbow grease. Gotta get a good grip on it and…” He gave a harsh tug, sending the piece I struggled with for at least twenty minutes flying off.
Finishing it while I watched, liking the softer look of his hands, though still masculine in their own right, the methodical way he did everything, his lack of damned mess. Me? I was covered in those stupid bright purple stringy bits.
“You’re even worse than Zhuii. Show off,” I mumbled, encouraging another laugh from the male behind me.
“Helping, showing,” his hands coasted over mine as he tossed the peeled plant into the pile Zhuii had started for me to pick up another. Placing the next one in my hands, he twined our fingers together, the warmth of his chest at my back seeping in despite the thick dress I wore. “Teaching.”
“You’re making me nervous.” I squirmed in place. It was true. I knew him the least of all of my newfound mates. We were still in that dance around each other awkward phase I was all too familiar with and not all that fond of with new relationships.
“Am I?” He paused, leaning in to nuzzle my neck affectionately.
My heart pounded in my chest and I felt a little dizzy.
“Is Tokre afraid to be intimate with me?” I blurted, focusing on distracting us while I remembered to breath. There was something very intimidating about Noyel, and very human. He’d given up his broken speech when I pointed out it was one of the things I liked about him, how close he was to home. But he was a lot closer to human men, which I was shit with in general.
To think, I’ve had an easier go of it with Zhuii and Tokre, beasts about as beastly as they could get. Well, besides the nagging feeling Tokre was afraid to stab me with his man meat.
I mean, weeks, and nothing? This wasn’t exactly what I’d imagined coming home to after our rescue from being snowed in, but… hadn’t that actually been what I’d planned when I agreed to mate them?
Careful what you wish for, Rosa. Ya just might get it.
It took the blue-eyed beastie a minute to compose himself. Clearing his throat, he asked seriously, in healer mode, “Do you think he’s avoiding mating you? Have you tried asking him?”
“I’m talking to husband Noyel,” I squirmed, feeling his eyes on me, “Not Dr. Not-Neal.”
Huddling closer, he set the plant in our hands down, resting his chin on my shoulder. Holding my hands in his, he placed a tiny kiss at my throat. “I see.” His thumbs fiddled with my fingers.
Wiggling back into his embrace, I tried to relax, closing my eyes and tilting my head until it rested against the side of his. “Be with me,” I whispered, not really knowing what I meant by that.
“Like this?” Turning, he placed a chaste kiss on my check.
“Please.”
“Do you feel like I’m doing the same?” Those small, sweet pecks grew searching, dotting little bits of sweetness down my cheek and back up, over my ear, down my neck, to travel to the corners of my mouth.
“I’m not sure,” I said honestly, turning towards him.
Cobalt blues swirled in my vision as my eyes slowly slid open, right as his searching lips found mine. “I’m not,” he promised, his tongue finding mine when I opened up to him. “I’m quite fond of you, missed you, got in a fight with my old man just to leave early and come home to you.”
“Home,” I mumbled, turning towards him to wrap my arms around his neck.
“You,” he mumbled back, his arms coming around my waist to press us closer. The basket in my lap came with me, squishing between us when he tried to get closer, practically pawing at each other in our rush, our hands quickly going everywhere and anywhere.
The basket crunched and the spell was broken. Glancing down at the mess we’d made, we both laughed.
“I want to spend more time with you.” There, I’d said it. “I want- I want-”
Tossing the basket aside, his hand slid down my spine, coasting over my lower back to cup my bum. Bending, he leaned in, pretzeling his towering frame to bring his lips to mine. Chin tipped up, waiting for him, our mouths met eagerly.
We sparked, crackled, sizzled, popped, on the surface it was lust, pure and simple, on top of so much more, but we could work with lust first and get to the rest later.
God, I was horny.
“Want you,” he mumbled into my mouth. I sucked his tongue until he groaned, cupping his hand to press it to my breast, showing him just how I liked it.
“Want you more,” I murmured between fuck me now kisses.
He reached for the hem of my dress right as I jerked it up, but I caught on it, trying to lift my knee, tripping the other one up on the material, sending us toppling.
We fell, laughing as he landed right on top of me.
“I think we broke Zhuii’s basket.” Glancing around, he noted the smashed pieces of the softer material that had cushioned our fall.
Noyel stared down at me, propping himself up on his hands, serious all of a sudden. “We should talk first.
Opening my mouth to protest, a twinge of rejection tugging at me, I blushed. “Ah, okay.” But when I went to get up Noyel placed a hand on my chest.
His fingers trailed lower, coming down over my breast.
We both paused.
“I don’t want to stop,” he muttered, “but...”
“Nothing about this whole thing, any of it, has been conventional, or made much fucking sense.” My eyes stayed glued to his hand as his thumb stroked across my nipple, teasing the bud until it peaked, visible through my dress.
“Mama says I should be careful to court you first, make sure you’re ready and willing to love me.”
Looking up, I raised my eyebrows, a small, quirking smirk tipping my lips. “Who says I don’t already?” Flopping back, I rested my weight on my elbows. Noyel got a good gander of the goods, my dress hiked up, my legs around his waist.
His head shot up as my works sunk in. “I- You- You do- I mean,” he blinked, “you”-
“You always listen to what your mama says?” I taunted.
“No.” that one word was uttered softly, so quietly I wasn’t sure I’d heard it at first.
Blue eyes met mine before darting back to my exposed sex. My pussy clenched reflexively under his regard and he went to touch it. His hand shook as I watched his index finger brush over my slit. Neither one of us said a word.
His fingers were thick, though not nearly as hairy as Tokre’s or Zhuii’s, his claws filed down until they looked like dark, human fingernails.
“You’re so wet,” he observed, his finger sliding through my slickness.
“Can I touch you?” I waited, needing his permission before I proceeded.
With a shake of his head, he groaned, his cock jerking visibly as he sat back on his heels. “You do and this will all be over. I ache to the point my balls hurt just thinking about it.”
And there was that feeling, that need to do a little purring of my own again.
“Noyel?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me.”
My towering beast spluttered, choking on his own spit. “Ah-gah-uh.”
Reaching back to tug at the ties of my dress, I yanked my collar down, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My foot nudged the side of his and I wiggled my hips. “I want you to fuck me.”
Noyel, always trying to play at Mr. Cool, was flushed and his breathing had become labored.
“I- I-” A heavy purr thrummed to life in his chest.
Grinning, I walked my fingers up his chest, tugging at his chest hair every now and then as I went. “It’s okay.”
My smile fell when he got a hunted look on his face. I was trying to hide my disappointment but I understood.
I more than understand, and now I felt like an ass. “I’m sorry if I came on too- Oop!”
Noyel moved fast, upending me, his hands gripping my ass to jerk me over him.
Glancing around, r
emembering we were on the side of the house on a blanket, in the cold, a chill in the air despite how much warmer it was today, he grunted, hunching forward, and huddled his tall form over me. Reaching between us while I gaped, he gripped his cock, yanking his foreskin back, his cock right there at my sex, to pull his hips back.
“I won’t last long,” he muttered, groaning as he lined us up and pressed home.
He was average for a human man, though still quite thick. I gasped again as he pulled out to slide right back home. He didn’t pause then, pulling back to slam right back in. We both cried out as my sex clamped around him. My hands came around his back, sliding down, to grip his ass. Holding on tight, I gave as good as he offered.
“Ah… Rosie,” Noyel groaned my name, teeth gritted, pistoning into my cunt like he was afraid our first time would be his last.
It just might be if Dorothy ever found out.
“You… feel… so… good,” He punctuated the words between thrusts, my hips trapped as he pinned me down, my ass wedged under his meaty thighs. He was in control, but I was a willing party.
His aim was perfect, hitting just the right spot with every pistoning thrust as he tipped my hips.
“Ah- Ah-” I cried out garbled garbage, to which Noyel kept hushing me.
“Sh, sh, sh. We’re going to get caught,” he begged, between humping pumps and growling moans. For someone who wanted me to shut up, he sure wasn’t making the same effort with his own growls of delight.
My sex started to clench up in the beginnings of an orgasm and Noyel snarled. Pressing himself atop me, his legs sliding from beneath me. Squashing me down into the blanket, he snarled my name, the sound so loud it echoed into the night. “Mine,” he muttered. “Mine, mine,” and on he went with every harsh thrust.
He was close, so close, his hips jerking, and then nothing. He was gone.
About to collapse into my own happy ending, I cried out, scrambling to pull him back to me.
Noyel roared as he came, one part climax, one part what the fuck?! A stream of cum arched through the air, and then Tokre was there. Snarling, stomping forward, my big beast mate-husband glowered down at me.
“Tokre!” I shouted, in need and no small amount of what the hell?!
Tokre dropped to his knees and prowled closer, until he was right over me. “Mmmnnnn.”
My legs trembled in denied ecstasy and I wanted to bean him. “And you couldn’t wait your turn?!” Glaring at him, I bared my teeth, huffing and puffing angrily.
Tokre snarled, grabbing my hand and pressing it to his manhood.
“Oh, so now you want me?”
“Nooo hhhhrrrrrt.” His hand went to my sex, his claws notably absent, sheared off and filed down. His thumb went to my pleasure button and he rubbed. His index finger circled my opening, playing in the wetness he found there.
“Couldn’t have waited a few seconds longer to have a turn?” I panted out, squirming beneath his teasing touch.
Noyel’s growl sounded off behind us. He was livid, but he wouldn’t pounce and risk hurting me to get to Tokre. At least, I didn’t think he would.
“Hold onto it!” Zhuii shouted encouragingly, ignoring Noyel’s snarling shouts. I had a brief second to wonder who all else had come traipsing by to stumble upon us before Tokre’s hand pulled away.
“Mnnn. Rrrrsssseeee mnnnn.”
“If you’re shouting at him, you know Tokre can’t hear you,” I called back, slapping a hand over my eyes to hide my embarrassment.
“Right,” I heard Zhuii mutter, then Noyel shout out, “Mama’s Jesus, Zhuii-ass!” and yelp. “Whiny, puny…” Zhuii came up behind Tokre, eyeing the picture we presented. Reaching over Tokre, scowling as if he disagreed with Tokre’s technique, he grabbed his mate-brother’s hand and slapped it to my mate-husband’s dick, snorting at Tokre’s surprised bark.
“Grip it,” he muttered, trying to sign the words at Tokre without falling on top of us.
Watching him sign, I tried to mimic him, grimacing as I did a poor job.
Tokre grunted, staring at my hands, and his hand slid down to the base of his cock.
“Tell him this.” Zhuii signed slowly, waiting each time for me to repeat him before he continued.
When we’d finished Zhuii pulled back, glancing down my person to let out a sexy rumble. “Tokre love him Rosie, Zhuii make food.” He turned to go, muttering, “No-yell go swim with fishes. Zhuii love him Lindy-mine later.” My name was a long purr rolling off those beastly lips.
“Hey, I heard that!” Noyel shouted. “You’re… You are all a… a… you’re like I heard that bride snarling at her Yartok! You’re a cockblock!”
“Noyel know what that mean?” Zhuii paused to ask, his tuft of blue fur still visible as he lumbered past my taller, irate, thwarted lover.
“You, both of you,” he hissed, “are blocking my cock.”
“Oh?”
There was a swooping sound and Noyel shouted, then groaned.
“Better?” Zhuii growled out, ruining it by laughing.
“Mean,” Noyel grunted out, bent over, cupping his groin.
“No need to swim with fishes now, yes?” Zhuii chimed in reasonably.
“Not what that means. And I hate you,” Noyel muttered, hobbling after him. “Tokre and Zhuii owe me.”
“Noyel owe Zhuii peeled squish fruit and new basket.”
“Touché,” the healer muttered. “Still owe me, though.”
“Maybe.” I could hear the shrug in Zhuii’s voice. “Take our mate Noyel’s house. Give my Rosie Beauty Noyel’s mating pelt. No hump like wild beastie first, Noyel. Lindy-mine special, and mine. And special.”
“You said special twice,” Noyel grumbled, a hint of guilt in his voice.
Was the pelt that big a deal to them? No pelt, no sex? Did my Zhu-barbarian realize he was being a wee bit hypocritical on the pelt first mate after thing?
“Least show my Lindy-mine Noyel hut first. Chum-chum head.”
“Stop name calling! We’re going right after dinner! It was supposed to be a surprise! Sheesh!”
“You penis surprise.” Zhuii snorted, then chuckled. “Tiny.”
Noyel snarled viciously. “Oh human gods! Shut up!”
Zhuii chuckled, their voices dying out as the front door open and closed.
Drawn back to my current circumstances, blinking at the amusement in Tokre’s eyes as he stared down at me, his head cocked as he studied me.
Glancing down, I followed our bodies to the juncture of our thighs, his cock poised at my entrance, one thick hand gripping his cock as Zhuii had instructed.
“Are we going to try this?” My chin jerked in his cock’s direction.
His gaze followed, slowly working its way back up my length, lingering over my breasts, then my lips, to meet mine, and he nodded.
Biting my lip, I pointed to his teeth, lifting his upper lip to tap a tooth. Miming biting, I shook my head. “Just none of that, okay?”
Tokre again nodded, and I tried to relax.
“Okay,” I whispered, “then let’s try this.”
Scooting a little closer, rearing up, his free hand holding him up, his head dipped and he watched as he slowly, so slowly I wriggled like a worm beneath him, breeched my pussy.
Every so often he’d look up, trying to gauge my reaction. Each time I’d smile and nod encouragingly. I wasn’t trying to rush him or anything, hell to the no, especially not with our track record, but he had kinda harshed my almost gonna, right there but then no, orgasm buzz.
“Rrrsssseeee,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut tight as he worked his way in to the top of his hand on his dick.
“Not so bad,” I breathed, relieved, glad we were working past this, but still full of reservations, but also wanting to smack that tight little ass of his to get this show on the road.
Actually, he was fucking thick, his torturous, teasing pace more than a little nice, but a shocking change from the fuck fest with Noyel from earlier.
This time was unlike the others, completely different. He was taking his time, unhurried. My beast-husband was attempting to make love to me.
Lifting my hand, I pressed it to his heart, giving him a mock purr that had that steadily thumping pump stuttering wildly.
Beastie liked.
Slowly, I started to move my hips, moving in time with him as he set the pace.
“Mnnnn. Mnnn. Mnnn.” Tokre’s eyes squeezed shut tight and he moaned, the sound part happiness, the rest snarling impatience. His hand on his dick was proving a means of frustration for the big beast.
My hand wiggled between us and I settled my fingers over his.
Tokre’s eyes popped open wide and he growled and purred.
“I’m trusting you.” I looked him dead in the eye as I spoke, brushing his hand away to replace it with my own. “Don’t let me down, big guy.”
Tokre groaned as I fisted him, his ball sac drawing up as he pulled back until just his tip remained inside of me, allowing me a moment to pump my fist up and down his massive shaft before he slipped back inside.
Slapping his newly freed hand down on the blanket, right next to my head, his hips shifted and he pressed forward.
My hand was much smaller, affording him to slide in further yet still keep that monster from banging my cervix.
“Again,” I whispered, “harder.” He couldn’t hear me, but it didn’t matter.
Tokre’s pace picked up, until he was groaning with each pumping thrust, rocking my body along with his. I brought my other hand down, brushing that tiny pearl at my sex.
Tokre mouthed my name over and over as my sex clenched up, undulating in the beginnings of my climax.
“Oh…T-T-Tokre!”
With a deep growl that vibrated his chest, Tokre went over with me. His hips jerked hard, and without thought he went to drive home. Squeezing him tight, he didn’t get any farther than my hand allowed, my other hand leaving my clit to grip his balls.
Tokre sucked in a shocked breath and hissed through his teeth. His jaw was clenched so tight I could have heard a tooth crack.
Staring down at me, dark eyes met mine and he pressed into my touch, encouraging me to squeeze a little harder. He didn’t lose rhythm as he continued to pump into me, though he started to slow.
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