15. Simone

Lucien”s lips crash against mine, his tongue delving deep into my mouth as he explores every inch of me. Auguste”s hands are on my body, caressing and teasing my breasts as Etienne”s lips trail down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin.

I feel overwhelmed by their touch, my body responding to their ministrations with a hunger I”ve never known before. My hands are tangled in Lucien”s hair as Auguste unlaces my corset, his fingers brushing against my skin with each tug of the laces. Etienne”s lips find my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple as I arch my back with pleasure.

Lucien breaks our kiss, his lips trailing down my jawline and over my collarbone. His teeth graze my skin, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against me, and I moan with desire.

Auguste falls away, leaving me in nothing but my chemise and pantaloons. Etienne”s lips follow his hands, trailing kisses down my stomach and over my hips. I can feel his intention, and I shiver in anticipation.

Lucien”s hands are on the buttons of my dress, undoing them one by one with practiced ease. His lips never leave my skin as he works, his tongue tracing patterns on my shoulder blade as I gasp with pleasure.

My dress falls away, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments. Lucien”s eyes rake over my body, devouring every inch of me with his gaze. He strips off his own clothes, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves with feline grace.

Auguste and Etienne follow suit, their bodies lean and powerful as they stand before me, their arousal clear and urgent. I feel my heart race as they close in on me, their hands and mouths everywhere at once.

Lucien”s lips find mine again, his tongue darting out to taste me as Auguste”s hand slides down my thigh, hitching it up around his hip. Etienne”s lips follow the curve of my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple as I gasp with pleasure.

Next I kneel before my masters, my heart racing as I take in their powerful forms. Lucien stands before me, his dark eyes blazing with desire as he strokes his cock, already hard and ready for me. Auguste and Etienne flank him, their eyes glowing with a fierce, primal hunger.

I reach out, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I take Lucien”s cock in my hand. I stroke him gently, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin beneath my fingertips. Then, I lean forward, my lips parting as I take him deep into my mouth.

Lucien groans, his fingers threading through my hair as I swirl my tongue around him, savoring the taste of him. He”s salty and musky, a reminder of the passionate, animalistic nature of our bond.

As I suck and lick at Lucien, I feel Auguste and Etienne close behind me. Their hands are on my body, caressing my breasts and ass as they inch closer and closer. I can feel their breath hot on my neck, their cocks hard against my skin.

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my waist, pulling me backwards. I gasp around Lucien”s cock as I”m lifted up, my back pressed against Auguste”s chest. He reaches around me, his fingers finding my clit as he begins to stroke and rub.

I moan, my hips bucking against his touch as pleasure coils within me. Lucien pulls out of my mouth, his cock glistening with saliva, as Etienne steps forward. He takes Lucien”s place, his cock nudging at my lips as I open my mouth to take him in.

As I suck on Etienne, I feel Auguste enter me from behind, sheathing himself deep within me. I cry out around Etienne”s cock, my body shaking with pleasure as the two of them begin to move in sync.

Lucien stands before us, his eyes fixed on the three of us as we become one. He strokes his cock slowly, savoring the sight of us together. I can feel ourselves building towards a climax, our bodies moving faster and harder as we near the edge.

They move together in a primal dance, their bodies in perfect sync as they bring me to the brink of ecstasy. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with pleasure. In this moment, I am nothing but their feral breeding bitch.

And I love it.

But I”m not the only one who”s caught up in the moment. Lucien once more claims my mouth with his thick veiny need. His love is rough, primal, and I can”t get enough of it. I love the way he takes charge, the way he makes me feel desired and wanted.

And then there”s étienne, who”s not one to be left out. His hands are on my breasts, teasing my nipples until they”re tight and aching. He pinches and twists them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I”m trapped between the three of them, unable to move, unable to do anything but feel.

And it”s amazing.

My orgasm builds within me, my body trembling with pleasure. I call out, my voice breaking as I beg for more, begging for release. They oblige, their thrusts growing harder and faster, breeding me rough and hard just like I crave.

I”m tossed between them, a rag doll in the grip of their passion, helpless to do anything but give myself over to the ecstasy they offer me. And I wouldn”t have it any other way. I”m theirs, claimed by each and every one of them, and it feels right.

My orgasm builds within me, my body trembling with pleasure. Auguste”s thrusts grow more urgent, his hips snapping against mine as he drives deeper and deeper inside me. I can feel him swelling within me, the heat of his release building inside him. With each thrust, I can feel the sensation of him filling me up, his warm essence coating my inner walls.

”Yes, yes, yes,” I gasp, my voice breaking as I beg for more, begging for release.

They oblige, their thrusts growing harder and faster, breeding me rough and hard just like I crave. I”m tossed between them, a rag doll in the grip of their passion, helpless to do anything but give myself over to the ecstasy they offer me. And I wouldn”t have it any other way. I”m theirs, claimed by each and every one of them, and it feels right.

Auguste”s thrusts become more urgent, his hips snapping against mine as he drives deeper and deeper inside me. I can feel him swelling within me, the heat of his release building inside him. With each thrust, I can feel the sensation of him filling me up, his warm essence coating my inner walls, branding me as his own.

With a guttural cry, Auguste reaches his peak, his release pulsing deep within me. I can feel the heat of him filling me up, and it sends me over the edge, my own orgasm crashing through me like a wave. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as I convulse with pleasure, my body trembling as I milk every last drop of him.

Lucien”s thrusts grow more frenzied, his balls slapping against my chin as he pounds into me. I can feel his hardness sliding down my throat, filling me up, and I swallow him down eagerly. With a low growl, he lets go, his hot seed filling me with forbidden pleasure. I swallow every last drop, eager and willing for my fated mates.

Etienne lets out a low moan, his release spilling over my soft stomach and pooling there. I shiver as the hot liquid coats my skin, the sensation both strange and incredibly intimate. I can feel the stickiness of it, the weight of it, and it only cements the feeling of possession that Auguste and Lucien have staked claim to. I am theirs, and they are mine, and I have never felt more complete.

For a moment, we lay there, panting and trembling, as the aftershocks of our orgasms ripple through our bodies. Lucien”s arms are wrapped tight around me, holding me close as if he”ll never let me go. Auguste and Etienne are on either side of me, their hands and lips still exploring every inch of me, as if they can”t get enough.

”Mine,” Auguste whispers against my skin, his hand claiming my breast possessively.

”Mine,” Lucien echoes, his lips pressing against my neck.

”Mine,” Etienne murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on my thigh.

And I know that I am theirs, heart and soul, and that I have never been more content. I am home, in their arms, and nothing else matters.

THE END