“She tastes like fire and earth.” Branimir spoke the words against her heated flesh, and Okibi shivered hard with need. His broad shoulders spread her thighs wide. He traced long fingers over the swollen lips of her pussy, collecting moisture and spreading it over her skin. She keened and lifted herself to his mouth.
Branimir leaned close and inhaled the addictive aroma of Okibi, his cock throbbing, his mouth watering. Reaching out with his tongue, using his fingers to pull the heart of her open to his gaze and his mouth, Branimir tasted her and found bliss. He swiped his tongue from creamy opening to clit and back again, savoring the slightly metallic and sulfur taste of her need.
Okibi wiggled her hips, trying to press against his mouth, but Branimir pushed down with his forearms, keeping her ass pinned to the bed as he learned every nook and cranny, learned every hot button spot that made her cunt contract and leak more fluid. He lapped up every drop, plunging his tongue deep into her core, undulating it around the sensitive opening, until her body shuddered and she cried out, on the edge of orgasm.
She’s close. Branimir sent the thought to Viktor, fully opening their link.
I know. I’m on the edge because of it. This is for you, my love, what do you want? Viktor’s blood pounded, his cock ached unbearably, his groin and Okibi’s thigh wet with his pre-come.
I want to be inside you. I want to swallow her orgasm and feel her swallow yours. The position Branimir wanted burned through both men’s minds. Branimir thrust his hips into the bed, trying to gain some relief from the pleasure beating between his legs. Viktor bit Okibi’s nipple hard, moving his other hand to torture the other, growling low in his throat.
“Viktor!” Okibi tightened her hand in his hair, glimpses of pleasure and bits of the conversation her lovers were having amplifying her hunger to a nearly painful point.
Oh, Bran, she wants it. Hard satisfaction forced thick pre-come from Viktor’s cock as he released Okibi’s breasts and moved away. He watched Branimir lick her cunt a few more times, before rising over her and reaching to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and removed a small jar of lube. Passion exploded between Branimir and Viktor as their gazes collided.
Viktor pulled Okibi into a sitting position, bending his head to take her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. She yanked at his hair with one hand, drawing the other down his chest, her delicate fingers slipping around his cock, squeezing the base hard, then sliding up the thick shaft to tease the head. Viktor moaned, pulling back from the kiss to nip at her lower lip, swiping his tongue over the small pain.
He surged into her palm and turned his gaze to her face. Okibi’s lips curved in a sultry, knowing smile. Her eyes were black, but in the depths of the colorless orbs, a flicker of light grew. Viktor felt the phoenix rise inside her, calling the fragment of fire inside his own soul. They were close.
“Okibi, come here. Straddle my face.” Branimir’s husky request pulled her attention from Viktor. The King of Griffons lay in the space she’d vacated, his cock standing at magnificent attention. The head of it glistened, veins standing out in ropy relief, his cock pulsing with each pound of his heart.
Okibi reached for his cock, but Branimir caught her hand in his and pulled her up his body. “That’s for Viktor.” A hint of a roguish grin played on his face. She came to him, pausing to taste a hard male nipple, scraping her teeth across his flesh, savoring his gasp. She twisted and turned her body until her hips hovered over his head, her hands planted on either side of his waist, hard nipples rubbing against the light fur of his body hair, arms supporting her weight.
The smell of lavender and vanilla tickled her nose, and Okibi looked up to see Viktor generously coating Branimir’s cock with the contents of the jar. He put the lid back on, and set the jar on the floor. She opened herself to Viktor, watching with bated breath as he moved his slick hand to his own ass, lubricating the tender opening, readying himself for Branimir’s hard, thick cock. Dark pleasure coursed through her mate, forcing Okibi’s eyes closed, swelling her sex.
The bed shifted as Viktor moved to take Branimir inside his body. He used one hand to hold his aching balls out of the way and the other to guide his king’s cock into his hungry ass. The thick head still made Viktor burn as it slipped past the tight muscle of his sphincter and into Viktor’s welcoming heat. He hissed, the pleasure/pain wondrous in its contrast. Slowly he sank all the way down, taking all of Branimir deep inside. Viktor clenched his muscles, releasing a spurt of pre-come as Branimir’s cock throbbed against his prostate.
A strong hand grabbed his cock, and Viktor cried out. He opened his eyes, watching Branimir smear opalescent fluid over the bulbous head of his cock, before taking his hand away and lifting it to Okibi’s lips. Viktor’s body shuddered as he watched her pink tongue lap off the remnants of pre-come from Branimir’s palm. Viktor reached for her, both hands digging into her short locks, pulling her face toward his pounding cock. The head barely bumped her mouth, before lush lips parted and took the responsive head inside, hot, talented tongue tracing every ridge and hollow. Inundated with pleasure, Viktor threw his head back, tightening his hands in Okibi’s hair and his body around Branimir’s thick cock.
Branimir lifted his hips into Viktor, the taut glove of his friend’s body tightening his balls. Lifting his arms, he wrapped his hands around Okibi’s thighs and pulled her soaking cunt to his mouth. No longer slow and languid, he stabbed his tongue into her humid core, burrowing deeper, covering his face with her juices and rubbing his chin against her swollen clit. She shouted her pleasure around Viktor’s cock, pulling another loud groan from the man riding his body. It was almost too much, and not even close to enough.
Viktor raised himself onto his knees, feeling Branimir’s cock slide out of his body, and then dropped his weight back down, ramming the rock hard shaft deep. He wanted to drag things out, should this be his last time with his love, but the intensity of feelings pouring from his mate and his king overwhelmed him. He pounded his hips into Branimir and slammed Okibi’s mouth down the shaft of his weeping cock. Her talented tongue danced over the length, her throat opening to his violent thrusts, the constant hum of her pleasure making his balls contract painfully. Images of his come on Okibi’s lips, fantasies of her throat working his cock as she swallowed his release, pushed him to the teetering brink.
Branimir sensed how close to exploding Viktor was, inundated with dual sensations as he was. He himself was close to filling Viktor’s ass with come, the rapid fire pace of Viktor’s movements ecstasy beyond comprehension. Sliding his hands from Okibi’s hips, Branimir spread her labia wider before shoving both of his index fingers as deep as he could inside her. Fingers and tongue worked her cunt until Branimir heard her muffled screams, felt her body contract rhythmically around him. He replaced one index finger with the middle and third fingers of his other hand, trailing the now free pointer through Okibi’s copious juices up to her rosy ass.
Okibi started to come. Her body contracted on Branimir’s fingers, her pussy reduced to liquid fire and aching need. Viktor’s cock filled her mouth and throat, while Branimir’s fingers plunged in and out of her body relentlessly. He added more fingers, and she felt him reaching for her anus, teasing the delicate skin between her pussy and her ass. When his smooth, hard finger circled her asshole, she whimpered. Then he slipped inside the virgin opening and Okibi detonated.
Okibi screamed around Viktor’s cock. She felt the shivering sensation as it danced over his body, thrusting him up, up, to the brink of release. Viktor roared, pulling her head tight to his groin as he rammed himself down on Branimir’s body. Okibi held tight to his hips as the pleasure broke, thrusting her into oblivion as Viktor came, shooting white-hot load after white-hot load down her throat. She swallowed voraciously, intent to catch every bit of his essence, overwhelmed by his pleasure and her own, out of control.
The phoenix erupted from within Okibi without warning. Caught in the delirium of the ultimate ecstasy, she couldn’t warn Branimir of th
e coming fire. Split between two minds, her body writhing, pulsing, contracting, she saw the flames race from her body to his, consuming him in the space between heartbeats.
Branimir’s hands were busy thrusting in and out of Okibi in counterpoint, when he felt the first tickle of heat on his flesh. He dismissed it, but the temperature increased until he felt like he was burning. He pulled away from Okibi’s clenching body and opened his eyes. White fire in the shape of a bird and flames covering his body greeted him. His mouth opened in a gasp of shock, instinct-induced because the fire didn’t hurt, and watched, terrified as the fire-made bird dove toward his face, shoving its way down his throat and into his chest in an instant.
The bird tore through him, bringing with it fire, memories, and a piece of Okibi’s soul. Lightning burned down Branimir’s spine, igniting his release, spewing it from his balls, into Viktor’s tight ass. He screamed as the phoenix imprinted itself in his spirit, in his mind, before exploding from his body and taking a fraction of his soul with it. He watched with unfocused eyes as the flame creation slammed into Okibi, her spine arching impossibly at the blow. A physical snap ricocheted through Branimir, repeated in Okibi, and they were bound.
All the pleasure, built between the three of them, rose up to crush them beneath bliss. Viktor inside Okibi, Branimir inside them both, Okibi holding their merged souls together, the three bodies twisted, ground, clenched, bucked and eventually collapsed. Satiated and replete, Okibi pressed between the bodies of her mates, they slept.
* * *
They’d been awake for a while, talking about Okibi’s parents and discussing what the Council of Advisors would have to say, when Okibi finally decided it was time to get up. “I’m sticky and hot. And this bed isn’t big enough for all of us. You two are huge!” Both Viktor and Branimir’s thoughts immediately went to sex and Okibi laughed on a sigh. “Men. You’re --”
“So predictable,” her mates chimed simultaneously. Which dissolved the trio into chuckles.
So many things swirled in Okibi’s head. What would happen next, what about Rookery Cove, what about her perfumes? The buzz of Viktor and Branimir inside her body distracted her, making worrying difficult.
“Don’t stress about the future, Okibi.” Branimir leaned over to kiss her lightly on the brow. “Between the three of us, we’ll find a way to balance your duties here and our duties. As for your perfumes, the griffons have a cache of scents from around the world. Some of the essences are so ancient the plants that produced them no longer exist. You can offer them to Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs or not, as you see fit.” Branimir’s thoughts of a business relationship danced through Okibi’s mind, and she smiled broadly. The king was a shrewd businessman, as well.
“As for Phillip Quinn,” Viktor continued, “perhaps we should send him a thank you note?”
Okibi growled. “Very funny.”
“Let’s worry about tomorrow, tomorrow, shall we?” Viktor brought his hand up to trace lazy circles around her navel. “For now, I like the idea of filling you with my come, then watching Branimir do the same.”
Branimir surged against her hip, his cock already rampant. “Me too, and I know just how to start things off.” He looked at Viktor, then to her bedside table. Grinning wolfishly, Branimir rolled over and opened the table’s drawer.
Bzzzt…
Okibi grinned. I might have to send Phillip a thank you note, after all.
Emma Ray Garrett
Emma Ray Garrett says of herself: I took the road less traveled by, and let me tell you it's a wild rollercoaster, this life I live. Through it all, though, writing has kept me (moderately) sane. I'm the ultimate alpha female and my husband loves me anyway. I have three beautiful children who keep me busy but I always find time to get words on paper. Fans can contact me at [email protected]. I love reader feedback!
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