Mitry and Weni

by Becca Van

  “Oh,” Krysta moaned, spreading her legs even more, and as he pulled back and began to slide into her again, she pushed back against him.

  He was the one groaning this time. She felt so fucking good. Hot. Wet. Tight. He hoped he could last the distance without coming before his mate did. Already his balls were drawing up closer to his body.

  “Baby,” he rasped as a shiver shot up his spine in reaction to the way her pussy muscles rippled around his length.

  His fingers dug into her hips and no matter how hard he tried to command them to let go, he couldn’t manage it. He rocked his hips, faster, harder, his cock gliding in and out of her wet heat and although he didn’t want to hurt her with his pace and fierceness, he didn’t think he was causing her any pain.

  In fact Krysta was rocking in sync with him. The cheeks of her ass slapped against his lower abs and the back of her thighs slapped against the front of his. When he felt the tingling warmth in his lower back growing hotter, he knew he needed to do more. He needed to make sure his mate came before he did. He released one of her hips and wrapped it around her waist, his hand splayed wide on her lower belly. His index finger reached out a little more until he felt the top of her slit and he delved between her folds to her clit.

  Krysta whimpered, her body jerking as he pressed lightly on her sensitive pearl but to him it still wasn’t enough. He released her other hip, wrapped his arm around one shoulder between her breasts, and lifted her top half from the bed, pulling her back against his front. Mit spread his legs wider because he was so much taller than she was and when he had her where he wanted, he began to fuck her in hard and fast strokes.

  His hips were angled so his dick slid up into her, making sure that the head of his cock rubbed against the upper walls of her pussy and over her G-spot. The moment his dick glided over his mark, she jerked and cried out.

  Mit lifted his finger from her clit, stroking lower to collect more of her cream before aiming for her clit again. The moment he touched the nub with his wet finger, he rubbed over it quickly but lightly.

  Krysta moaned and gasped but when she tried to press back against him, his cock almost slipped from her body.

  “Hold still, baby,” he ordered, pleased when she complied. “I’ve got you, Krysta.”

  He had no idea what he meant by that but couldn’t get his brain to work when his body was going up in flames. The heat that had been at his lower back was moving around to his groin and he was sure he was about to shoot off, but he couldn’t. Not yet.

  Mit knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer but he needed Krysta to come first. The moment his balls hardened and drew up even closer to his body he pinched her clit between his finger and thumb. Thankfully that was all it took to send his mate screaming to orgasmic heights.

  Her pussy clamped down on his shuttling dick, rippling along the entire length of his cock and her internal muscles squeezed around the sensitive head. Fire singed his balls and just before he shot his load deep inside his woman, he bent his head and sank his fangs into the right side of his neck. His roar of completion was muffled against her skin as he continued to pump load after load of cum deep into his mate. Mit had never come so hard or long in his life. His whole frame shook and shivered. His cock continued to pulse as he came until his balls became tender. Krysta’s convulsing cunt had milked him of every last drop of seed from his body. When the last of his seed erupted from his dick, he heard and felt a loud crack and electricity permeate him to his soul.

  Krysta was now one with him in body, mind, and spirit. His heart filled with so much love he wondered if it would burst. Tears leaked from beneath his closed eyelids but he didn’t care. All he cared about was never having to be alone ever again. He had a mate to love and care for and hopefully soon she would come to love him as much as he loved her.

  While the bond tethering them together was in place and he’d had a glimpse of her emotions and knew she cared about him and Wen more than she let on. However, the bond wouldn’t be stronger until they both made love to their mate together. Of course she wasn’t ready for that yet. She’d been a virgin until an hour or so ago and had to be tender, not to mention tired.

  She’d been through so much in a short period of time but she hadn’t cracked under the pressure like another person may have.

  Mit knew she was feisty but he didn’t think he realized until this moment how damn strong she had to have been to survive fighting the demonic by herself. She’d endured the transformation way better than the other three women had and even though there was a moment or two of hesitation on her part, he couldn’t blame her one little bit. She’d been alone for so damn long and had learned to rely only upon herself.

  She was the perfect mate for him and Wen, and he vowed to make sure she knew just how perfect she was.

  Mit pried his eyes open after licking his bite mark on her neck. When he lifted his head and saw that her eyes were closed, and her breathing was deep and even, he smiled. The smile was so big and wide he probably looked like an idiot but he didn’t care. She was here with him and Wen and she was never going to leave. Joy coursed through his heart and soul and the lonely emptiness he’d been dealing with dissipated in the blink of an eye.

  “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Wen asked as he crawled up onto the bed and proceeded to clean their mate up with a warm, damp washcloth.

  Mit blinked. He hadn’t even noticed when Wen left the room, but he nodded in agreement.

  He and Wen could spend the rest of eternity loving and looking after her and would never be lonely again. The only thing that could make him happier was to see his mate rounded with their child, but not right now. Not until they defeated the demonic and curtailed whatever Apep was up to.

  Mit didn’t want to bring a child into the world and have his or his mate’s heart ripped out in the event that the shadow demons or the snake god managed to get hold of their baby once it was born. He wouldn’t put anything past those fuckers.

  He knew that they weren’t supposed to be able to touch innocent children but they weren’t supposed to be able to turn the not-so-innocent into one of their evil demons either.

  * * * *

  Krysta’s body ached all over. She knew she was asleep yet she also felt hyperaware of her surroundings. She felt her mate’s presence and when one of them wiped away the residue of their lovemaking from between her legs. Although she tried to pry her eyelids open, she was too exhausted and couldn’t get her body and brain to work together.

  She shivered as the cool air wafted over her naked body and while her skin felt cold on the outside, her insides felt as if they were burning. Something thick was moving through her blood and it was making her feel strange. Not sick exactly but she didn’t feel well either.

  She shivered again and would have sighed when she felt her mates pull the covers up over her body if she could have. When Mit and Wen snuggled up beside her, wrapping her in their arms and heat, she sank a little deeper into the floating relaxed state of post-coital bliss.

  Krysta could feel the heat emanating from her two mates and perspiration broke out on her skin. She was so hot now she couldn’t get comfortable, but her body was so heavy and lethargic she couldn’t make herself move. Her first instinct was to push her mates away and the covers off but she didn’t want her men leaving her.

  Her thoughts were contradictory and no matter how hard she tried to get them into some semblance of order they just seemed to roll around in her head. Another shiver wracked her body as heat and coldness seemed to war on her insides. This time she felt her body quake and jerk as yet another shiver washed over her.

  Krysta tried to figure out what was going on and wondered if she was somehow going through the transformation that the other women had told her about. But that wasn’t possible. Was it? Wasn’t she supposed to have gone through it already when Mit and Wen had claimed her to save her life?

  She was so confused and moaned, not sure if she’d done so aloud or not but she did
n’t really care. Surely she couldn’t go through the transformation twice?

  The darkness she’d been drifting in dissipated and the moment she surfaced she moved her arms and legs just to be sure everything was working the way it should be. She shivered again but this time was for a different reason.

  Wen and Mit were caressing her bare skin and each time their hands moved they seemed to leave a trail of heat in their wake. A burning knot of need formed in her belly and grew bigger each time her mates’ hands stroked her flesh.

  Her pussy clenched, forcing cream to coat her labia, and her clit began to throb in time with her heartbeat. Each time her sensitive pearl thumped with the beat of her heart, her cunt spasmed in what felt like mini orgasms.

  She whimpered as the softened areolae on her breasts reacted to her arousal, crinkling and tightening the skin until it firmed into tight, puckering flesh. Her nipples filled with blood, hardening, and began to ache.

  Krysta had no idea what was happening to her but one thing she did know was that she had never been so horny in her life. How is that possible after having sex with both my mates and multiple orgasms?

  “What is wrong with me?” Krysta sobbed as another wave of heat coursed through and over her.

  “What, baby?” Mit asked.

  Krysta’s eyelids lifted and she looked up to find Mit leaning over her with a concerned frown on his face. “What?”

  “That’s what I said.”

  Krysta frowned at him, still not comprehending what he wanted. The fire in her lower belly grew in intensity, causing her to curl into a ball with her bent legs tucked up against her stomach. She groaned and squeezed her eyes closed, hoping to the unbearable heat would pass soon.

  “Krysta? What’s wrong, honey?” Wen asked before he kissed her shoulder.

  “I don’t know.”

  Mit placed his hand on her forehead. “Fuck! She’s burning up.”

  “What?” Wen bolted upright beside her, causing the covers to slide down from her body.

  More gooseflesh formed on her skin and she couldn’t contain the shiver that made her shudder.

  “Krysta, do you feel sick?” Wen asked.

  “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

  “I know it’s hard, baby, but try and explain what you’re feeling.” Mit brushed the hair from her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers.

  “Hot.” Krysta drew in a deep breath as her insides tightened. “Achy.”

  “Where are you aching, honey?” Wen caressed a hand down her back and then back up again.

  “Everywhere.”

  “Is the ache like the flu?” Mit asked.

  “No. Oh god.” Krysta wrapped her arms around her bent knees and began to rock, hoping the action would be soothing but it wasn’t. The rocking only seemed to exacerbate the problem.

  “I think I know what’s going on,” Wen said.

  “What?” Krysta gasped her question.

  “Sniff,” Wen said.

  Krysta sniffed but couldn’t work out why, because it didn’t help in any way. She heard Mit sniffing but didn’t bother looking at him. She was too intent on keeping herself from doing…something. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do but she wasn’t sure she could lie here much longer either. Maybe a nice long, cool shower or bath would help alleviate the fire in her body. She couldn’t even make herself look at Mit when he made a low growling noise.

  “Krysta, do you trust us, baby?” Mit asked.

  She nodded her head but kept her eyes closed. There were tears forming and she didn’t want to upset them by seeing her cry. She’d never been this emotional before and hated that she was feeling so vulnerable, so out of control.

  “Krysta, we can take the pain away,” Wen said as he unlaced her fingers from each other and pulled her arms away from her legs.

  Mit gently pushed against her legs and she straightened them without much thought.

  She whimpered but finally forced her eyes open to meet his gaze as he gently rolled her onto her back.

  “How?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

  Mit leaned up on his elbow and used his free hand to wipe the moisture from her face. “We need to make love to you—ˮ

  “You just did,” she interrupted.

  “Sh.” Wen placed his fingers over her lips.

  The scent of his skin was like a magnet to metal shavings and before she knew what she was doing she opened her mouth and sucked that finger into her mouth.

  “Fuck! That is so damn sexy.” Mit paused to clear his throat.

  Krysta curled her tongue around Wen’s finger, licking and sucking at his digit as if it was the tastiest lollipop on Earth. The thought of doing the same thing to his hard cock sent another wave of heat into her womb and cream gushed from her spasming cunt.

  “Baby, we need to make love to you together. The bond between us is there and it’s stronger than it was, but it won’t be complete until we love you at the same time.”

  “Oh,” Krysta moaned around Wen’s finger as her body quaked with another mini orgasm.

  She whimpered with disappointment when Wen withdrew his finger from her mouth, but she sobbed with pleasure when he slammed his mouth down onto hers.

  His tongue pressed in, rubbing against and then twirling with hers in a battle of sexual dominance. One that she didn’t really want to win but seemed to want to test anyway, and he passed with flying colors.

  One of his hands threaded into the hair at the back of her neck and he held her head still as he ravaged her mouth like a starving man. The more he kissed her, the more her body reacted and she clung to his shoulders to anchor her body in the tempestuous sexual storm.

  When he cupped a breast and then tweaked a nipple, she cried into his mouth and arched her chest up, begging for more. Now that she’d been claimed by both her men and was no longer a virgin she seemed to crave both Wen’s and Mit’s touches, but this time she didn’t want gentle.

  The hungry urges racing through her body left her feeling almost animalistic. Primal and gentle wasn’t going to cut it. She wanted both of her mates buried deep in her body, fucking her hard, fast, and deep. Her body craved a little roughness and even though that bewildered her a little, she wasn’t going to accept anything less.

  “Wen, hurry up,” Mit demanded.

  Krysta didn’t know what he was hurrying Wen for but she wasn’t about to let him leave her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him wildly, passionately until her lungs were burning with the need for air.

  The moment she broke the kiss, she gasped in lungfuls of oxygen and almost smiled when she heard and saw Wen doing the same, but when she met his hungry gaze all humor fled.

  Wen gripped her shoulders and as he rolled over onto his back, he tugged her along with him so that she was lying on top of him. He moved his hands from her shoulders, clasped her hips, and lifted her up over his body so that she was straddling him.

  “Oh god,” Krysta moaned.

  Chapter Nine

  Krysta couldn’t believe what was about to happen. She was shaking with desire and though she should have been feeling nervous over what was they were going to do, she wasn’t in the least.

  She looked down and met Wen’s hungry green gaze and gasped when he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock to hold it up and away from his body.

  “Take me inside of you, mate.”

  The deep tenor of his voice had a gravelly desperate cadence to it, sending shivers racing up and down her spine. Krysta licked her dry lips, lifted up more onto her knees, and then slowly lowered herself back down. She squeezed her eyes closed when the tip of Wen’s cock brushed against her entrance but groaned as it slid through her slick folds, the head nudging against her clit.

  “Fuck, you feel good, honey,” Wen moaned. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

  “Yeah,” Krysta sighed before canting her pelvis once more as he aligned his dick with her cunt.

  Her closed lids fluttered up and her mouth opened as she
gasped in a breath. He was so damn big she could feel her tissues stretching to accommodate the broad head. When the crown popped up inside her, her eyes drifted closed once more and she clutched hold of his big, muscular biceps. She tried to stop the trembling quaking her body but the harder she tried the more she shook.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Mit’s breath caressed the side of her neck and she moaned.

  “Yes.”

  “Take Wen’s cock all the way inside your hot, wet, tight cunt, Krysta,” Mit ordered.

  Cream dripped from her pussy at his command. She’d never imagined being turned on by one dominant man let alone two, but that was exactly what she was. Each time they took over in the bedroom, her arousal ramped up until she felt almost consumed by it.

  “Take your time, honey.” Wen glared at Mit over her head.

  Krysta almost smiled at the tension in the room because she knew it had nothing to do with anger or who was the most authoritative and everything to do with the thick sexual hunger they were all feeling.

  She dug her nails into Wen’s flesh and pushed down, causing them both to moan. His was deep and guttural and seemed to contrast with her lighter tone in a harmony she’d never have imagined. If she hadn’t been so hungry for her men she may have taken the time to explore the cadence of their voices in a song, but the fire burning in her gut was too intense to ignore.

  “That’s it, Krysta,” Wen encouraged. “You feel amazing.”

  Krysta was panting so hard she couldn’t speak but nodded her head in agreement. Wen’s cock was pure bliss sliding along her wet walls as she took more and more of him inside. The slow friction created was the most exquisite blissful feeling and she wanted, needed, more.

  Using her legs she drew up and then sank down on him again but this time didn’t stop until she felt the head of his cock lodged against her womb. She’d heard that some women felt pain at having their cervix touched but not her it seemed. She could actually feel the tip throbbing against the entrance to her uterus and it felt phenomenally good. Krysta wiggled her hips and whimpered when his cock jerked and rubbed against her cervix.