Chapter 32

N estled in Rek's bed, snuggled up to my permanent headache that I loved to pieces, I heard the knock at the door but one crack of an eyelid open told me it was too fucking early, I was too damn wiped out and sore to move, and they could just come back later. We'd taken to making a baby like pros but all the healing salves in the world couldn't completely take away the soreness from the marathon screwing we were doing. And we did it anywhere, everywhere. There were few places that remained safe from our baby making efforts.

Gopher had "stumbled" upon us on more than one occasion, to the point I had a very strong feeling Rek was planning these little rendezvous. Each time, Rek encouraged me to taste him but that was it, and each time Gopher was more than happy to get his knob polished while Rek pounded me into the ground.

Rek grumbled something I didn't catch and tried to move, but he had to pry me, fussing and softly growling at him to come back to bed and keep me warm, to his possessive ass' delight, to answer the door.

"Tell them to come back later," I mumbled on a yawn. "When I'm hobbling in the veggie garden and pretending my cooch isn't about to fall off, and they can bug you for something after I'm not home."

Rek walked around the side of the bed but didn't snuggle back down. "Wake, my Jojo," he crooned, chuckling when I curled my lip at him, eyes still squeezed shut, but offered little else.

Dragging me up his length, despite my mumbled protests, I didn't care what "present" he had planned to try and top the watch I'd presented him with, a mated anniversary present I'd bought and held onto along with the necklace on a ring he coveted, he urged me to sit up.

"Give up," I grumbled. "Just accept that I'm the best and cuddle me to death. I love fucking cuddles," I told him, to his amusement.

"Rek loves Jojomine's cuddles, too, but my Jojo will like this, too," he rumbled out softly.

"If it's a dick, please tell it to wait until morning, I'm all filled up," I grumbled with a yawn.

"Better," he promised, nuzzling my temple.

Dragging the pelts I was nestled in off of me, for thick hands that were most certainly not his to part my legs, and a furry mug to bury deep in my sex, a thick tongue I knew well following, began to tongue fuck the aches deep inside my pussy away.

"Oh- Oh- Fuck! Ambushing twats… I'm going to kick both of your asses- I- Rek, you dick! Damn you- Bitch, don't you dare stop!" I cried out as I pressed harder into Bum-bum's face.

Taking that as if it was a challenge, he vacillated between fucking me deep with that fat appendage in his mouth, and lapping at me from pussy hole to clit, until I was practically humping his face and flat out begging for someone to put a penis in me already.

Rek dragged me towards him, but Bum-bum came along with. Giving up working my sex so Rek could angle me over him to drive his cock deep, Bum-bum ignored Rek's warning growls, hunching over me, atop us, and his fangs buried deep in my shoulder. Rek growled as my inner walls clenched him so hard I had to wonder if it hurt, and that familiar heat from Bum-bum's beast side's bite began to fill my veins.

Releasing my shoulder, Bum-bum urged me to lean over Rek, and dipped down to slide his tongue over my back passage.

Rek growled and snapped something at Bum-bum, but I shook my head. "No. No- Ah. Let him, let him," I panted out as I rode Rek and that bite-lust surged through me. "I want it," I burst out. Gripping Rek's face, I mashed my mouth to his, my tongue dipping into his mouth to meet his.

Bum-bum's tongue began to work its way into my asshole. With every bump and grind down on Rek, Bum-bum's tongue mimicked the act, until I was right on the brink.

Pulling free with a snarl, Bum-bum pressed me harder down into Rek and climbed up behind me. Rek snarled a protest between my attempts to suck his tongue clean from his head. He paused as Bum-bum's cock began to breach my back passage, Bum-bum's cock already slicked up and ready to wreck me.

A grunt left Rek as Bum-bum worked his way in, snarling overhead above us all the while. Dropping down over us, his rumbling purr sent me shivering, his thick hands slapping down near Rek's head to clench. The sound of claws digging in and tearing shit up pricked my ears as Bum-bum bottomed out.

"Mine," he garbled out gutturally, and the tension inside of me eased. I knew if I glanced over my shoulder I'd get a peek of Bum-bum's horned other half. Somehow, it was better that it was Cuddle Monster. I got the impression Cuddle played second fiddle to Bum-bum— he was at Bum's mercy.

"Now move," I burst out, unable to take sitting here stuffed full in both holes a moment longer.

Bum-bum and Rek began to move at once.

I was so hot being double teamed, a Joanie sandwich, I nearly slid off Rek's cock in my haste to bounce atop him like he was my own personal bouncy castle.

Trying to keep with the rhythm Rek and I had set, Bum-bum came first, jerking heavily as he gave up everything he had. Rek and I came shortly after, Rek and Bum-bum's snarls of release drowning out the god awful noises I was making as I crested that wave.

Slumping limply against Rek, I pressed my cheek over his heart and just laid there, listening to the thundering thumps beating rapidly in his chest.

Bum-bum slowly disengaged, but not before placing a kiss to my throat, avoiding the bite mark he'd left on my shoulder altogether. Rumbling something at Rek, he started down the back hall, where the bathing chamber was located.

"What's he doing? Where is he going?" I got out between short pants, struggling to catch my breath. The flex and sway of that ass, mmph - Cuddle Monster had CAKE. And there it was, tiny but there, a stub of a nub of a tail.

"Cleans off," Rek said simply. Rolling us over so he was on top and we were still connected, one glance down at my chest and a slow, pleased smile tugged at his kiss swollen lips. Those luscious lips twitched.

"It's not funny," I muttered, cupping one of the girls, hoping he got some tata juice right in his twinkling stinkin' eyes. Milk began to dribble from my nipple and I gave him a look. "You could give a gal a hand," I suggested, half offering it up.

Rek shook his head. "Tor say him wants. No take Jojomine, Rek not make him share Joanie's bobby milk."

"Booby milk," I laughingly corrected. "Who is Bobby and why does he have milk?"

Rolling his eyes at me, he lifted up and rolled me to my back, to spoon behind me. "No poot on me. Rek plug the hole," he warned as he snuggled up behind me.

A sputtering laugh left me. "Did you just- Are you- EW."

"Rek take Joanie's asshole ‘fore. Knows sometimes things come back out," he grunted out between what sounded like chuffing laughter.

"Then let me go clean up, dingus," I burst out, struggling not to laugh, "or I might poot, as you so lovingly put it, all over you."

Rek rolled away from me to stand and help me to my feet. Slapping a hand to my ass, he grinned when I yelped, flipped him off, and sauntered down the hall.

A thick arm shot out from the bathing chamber and yanked me right inside.

Dragged under the spray from one of several shower head looking contraptions in the ceiling, Tor, as Rek had referred to him, curled me into him, drawing his cock up between my legs, to saw between my pussy lips and ass cheeks as he lifted one of my breasts up to his lips, dipping his large frame, to make a meal outta me.

Soft, incoherent noises left me as he suckled my left breast and pumped that monster he calls a peen between my legs.

"No fuck my Jojomine!" Rek warned Tor, shouting down the hall.

Tor growled softly, fangs pricking my breast, and clapped a hand over my mouth as he slid his hips back just enough to notch his cock at my sex and slowly drove that fucker home.

The wail of a moan I would have let out was muffled into his hand. A garbled noise left him as he threw his head back and dug his fangs into his lower lip to muffle the growl on the tip of his tongue at the exquisitely tight fit of us. The noises we were making only grew louder as he began to move.

My mouth clamped down on the meat of his palm. Tor let out a shocked shout, swirling irises boring into mine as he fucked me into the cold, wet, slippery tile wall.

This wasn't Cuddle Monster staring into my eyes but Bum-bum and Cuddle Monster's middle half, the mix of both of them.

A surge of heat filled me as they drove deep one last time, until I'd swear I could taste them, and they held perfectly still.

Their magical baby juice rushing my sheath sent me tipping over the edge right along with them, as it always did. They groaned a garbled version of my name and mine as I milked them dry.

"Bad!" Rek snapped, popping in to check things out to find his mate pinned to the wall, fucked loopy, Bum-Cuddle-Middleman coming away like he meant to use up all of his stores, if only to thwart my bossy mate.

Flinching as Rek shouted bad , over and over again, my heart pounded in that familiar panic, but my mate wasn't looking at me.

"Bad! Not you turn, put a baby in my Joanie! She only want one at the times! And not big, fat baby that hurts her!" he berated them, walking right under the spray, joining us, to slap at the hand on my mouth. "She no breathe like that! Assed hole! MOVE!"

As if to slither back to where he'd popped out of nowhere from, Cuddle Monster receded, leaving Bum-bum with a badass set of horns and still jerking cock in his wake.

"Gets off my Joanie! I seed you! You do it, too! All of you!" Rek accused. Pushing his way in between us, I burst out laughing as he lifted a leg over Bum's cock, straddling it essentially, to curl himself around me protectively. "My Jojo no likes the fibbers," he huffed and puffed. "Try and puts a big, fat headed baby in my Jojomine, hurt her wooed-hah. Make it hurt, she pushes out you monster baby," he grumbled.

Scowling, he cupped my face, ignoring the growling at his back. "My Jojomine ‘kay?" he rumbled down at me, brushing water droplets and wet hair plastered to me out of my face.

"My legs are jelly but I'm fine," I insisted.

Pulling back enough to stare down between his legs, he snarled warningly at Bum-bum's cock.

Bum-bum grumbled something, then grabbed Rek up and sank fang into his shoulder. Rek cried out as he flew through the air and found himself bitten good.

"Why you do that?!" Rek bellowed, jabbing Bum-bum in the eye in a very Joanie-like move to get him to release him.

Letting Rek go with a snarl, his cock uncorking from me to spill the contents of his deception all over the place, he cupped a hand over his boo-boo. Glaring at Rek as Rek threw himself over me protectively, gaping at Bum-bum, who was not all just Bum-bum in there if his different eye colors were any indication, rumbled something at Rek before dipping his head at me in a curt nod and quickly taking his leave.

My mouth dropped open in a small little o, I more or less stood there, wild eyed, body still throbbing with the fuck-me-nows, as shit unraveled.

Rek grunted, gently cupping his balls with a sudden grimace. "Him bite me!" he exclaimed, wincing like he was uncomfortable. A groan left him as his cock began to swell and that furry pouch just below his peen started to look more like a set of furry apples.

A sharp, shock of laughter left me as I realized what was happening. "His bite filled your reserves," I chortled out, waving a hand towards his groin.

"It hurtssss," Rek gritted out.

Pointing to my dripping breast, the odd man left hanging, I gave him a look. "Yes, it totally does."

"Fix Rek balls, Rek fix Jojo boob," he haggled as he tried to walk with dignity from the shower but ended up spreading his legs in some weird waddle walk.

My hand clapped over my mouth as I followed him out.

"I'm not that bad off," I got out between sputtering laughter muffled into my hand. "You can go first."

"Good. Rek's balls going to explode!" he burst out, which just made me lose it.

"Maybe don't piss off the big guy with a mad bite," I murmured.

"Rek no piss him off. Rek never speaks to him again!" he growled as he grunted and groaned his way over to the bed.

Carefully sitting down to lay out, spread eagle, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it over his face. His balls were about the size of grapefruit now. Yikes. "‘Kay. Go," he called out from the pillow he was shouting into.

Kneeling at his feet, I grabbed the numbing salve he kept on hand and covered my palms with it. "I apologize in advance if this takes a minute!" I called out to him.

Cupping his balls, massaging the salve in, causing him to curse and snarl and tear into the pillow, I leaned in and took the head of his shaft into my mouth. As per his advice previously, I only took the tip, unsure if the swelling in his cock was pleasurable or painful.

Rek's legs started to tremble and he let out a shout. That was all the warning I got and then he shot off like a geyser. His balls drew up tight as the force of him coming made me pull back or risk choking. His essence spurted free in wild, thick, ropey arches. His cock jerked every which way. I felt like I'd just been silly string jizzed as I tried and failed to get a handle on things. Every time I wrapped my fingers around his dick, he jerked, bucking my slippery fingers off of him, to come again and again.

Throwing the pillow across the room, Rek got a good look at the situation and growled, "Take it."

Interpreting that to mean hop on pop, I climbed atop him, lined us up, and slid right home.

Rek howled as my heat enveloped him, then bucked up into me as he came again and again.

Bracing my hands on his chest, I held on for the ride. I had to wonder if this wacky encounter was going to be the one that did it, that gave us a baby. A small giggle of a laugh left me at the thought.

With Rek writhing beneath me, while I was silly stringed with semen, yeah, we made an odd picture.

That was exactly why when there was a knock at the door, I shrieked, "Do not come in!" Right as Rek howled and came again, like I was killing him.

The door creaked open because some beings don't understand simple instructions.

"I said don't come in," I reiterated as my hands slapped to my breasts to cover them, like that somehow saved my dignity.

Gopher poked his head inside, got one look around, his eyes widening as they fell on Rek muffling howls beneath me, and I blurted, "Bum-bum bit him and his furr-berries went, uh, kablooey?"

Rek just growled and continued to buck and come beneath me.

"In or out," I snapped, staring down Gopher. "We don't need an audience for this."

Gopher wisely chose after a short, nose wrinkling sniff, to step outside.

When Rek's loins were no longer on fire, I managed to get him into the shower and wash us both up, before he made it back to the bed to conk out on me. He was surely going to be sore in the mornin'.

That left me with one titty still full to bursting and no matter what I did I couldn't milk the fucker. Ugh.

Walking outside to collect some snow to hold to that mother fluffer in the hopes it eased up soon while Rek snored his ass off, I stepped out with a bowl in hand, surprised to find no Gopher in sight, and made my way to the back of the hut.

The freshly fallen snow would be clean. No worry of using muddy or previously trampled over snow. The fresh stuff was piled high around back.

That familiar, watched feeling fell over me. Freezing on the spot, I glanced up through the corner of my eye. For a moment there I was frozen in place with fear. Spotting sharp, blue-grey eyes studying me, my hand flew to my chest and I let out the breath I'd been holding.

"You scared me," I admitted, leaning against the side of the house in relief.

"Gopher say Bum bite Rek," Celuk rumbled out softly. "He ‘kay?"

A snort of a laugh left me. "I suppose you'll have to ask him in the morning, though I doubt he'll be happy to hear Gopher's been blabbing his yap about it."

One sniff and his gaze dipped to my still swollen breast as he stood and stepped forward from the foliage he'd been crouched in.

"Kinda cold to be playing wildman out here like that, eh?" I mumbled absently as I gave him my back in favor of collecting freshly fallen snow.

Like he had any right to come up on my person, he lifted the side of my jacket and shirt, exposing the souvenir Bum-bum had left in his wake. Something between a purr and a growl left him.

"Whoa- Hey," I started to protest, to suck in a sharp breath as he slid his hand up beneath my shirt and coat to gently cradle my breast. "Ugh- Captain Handsy," I sputtered out, but made no move to shove him away from me.

Fuck, I was doomed with this lot.

A soft hiss left me when he carefully began to manipulate my tortured flesh.

His breaths were ragged as he moved in closer and pressed the side of his head to my temple. "Let me help," he breathed, taking care to speak slowly, carefully.

"Rek won't like it," I murmured lightly.

He moved in even closer, until he was hunched over me, his hot breath wafting over my ear. "Rek not here. Rek balls kablooey, as Gopher says."

The hand at my breast slid lower, the bowl of snow in my hands starting to tremble as his fingers brushed the waistband of my pants.

"We're not- You and I-"

"I know," he said simply. We weren't exactly okay and he wasn't going to pretend otherwise. "Let me help," he growled out softly, urging me to turn to him so he could work on the ties of my coat.

To be completely truthful with myself, I could lie and say it was all still the residual effects of Bum-bum's bite wreaking havoc on me as I swooned in his arms, but that would be a lie.

Once he had my jacket open, he shoved my shirt up, cupped my breast, and wrapped his lips around it to get to work draining it. My hands slid into his hair, cupping him to me, ignoring the soft growls he was muffling as he suckled my breast.

My hands flexed rhythmically, his hands sliding to my hips, claws digging into the waistband of my pants matching the movement of my clenching and unclenching fingers.

I thought I might come from the torture tease of his mouth on my breast alone.

With a muffled snarl, he wedged his leg between mine and gently pressed.

The next time he suckled a bit too hard and my hips bucked, his thigh rubbed against my clit.

He did this again and again, until my breast no longer ached from being full and my body was on fire.

His fangs sank into my breast as my hands tightened on his scalp, taking bits of fur from his head with it. His fingers dug into my waistband and he began to tug my pants down my legs.

"Jo," he growled out as he released my breast, his voice a rough, ragged, and pressed me up against the side of the hut.

His lips found mine as he jerked my legs apart, leaving my ankles trapped in my boots and pants, and stepped inside the space between my legs to jerk my trapped legs up his.

When he was right there, notched and ready, he let out a teeth baring snarl. Staring into my eyes, not one ounce of hesitation to him, he slowly pressed home.

"Mine," he ground out gutturally, shivering at the feel of my pulsing heat encapsulating him.

"Oh god," I gasped out, grabbing at his shoulders for purchase to hold on tight.

My nails digging in were the catalyst to get him moving. Giving up any pretense of taking things slow, he braced one hand on the wall by my head, grabbed an ass cheek to hold me where he wished with the other, and pulled out until just the tip remained, to slam back home with enough force to rattle my teeth.

"Oh god," I burst out, clutching him to me as he moved.

"So bee-oo-tiful, my Jo," he growled in my ear, his voice all deep and sexy.

I shivered to hear it, which was probably why he kept up with the sex me up commentary.

"Dream of my Jo. Feels… Feels…. Hot. Wet. Tight," he went on. "Mine ."

At some point we'd stopped trying to be quiet, like we'd both forgotten completely.

Punctuating his thrusts with throaty growls, he buried his face in my throat, pushed off from the wall, and fucked me brainless just like that, standing and taking my weight, jerking my hips where and how he wanted them as he literally bounced me up and down on his dick.

He came at some point- he had to have. Wetness bathed my thighs and the squelching sounds of our joining just seemed to grow louder and louder.

"Oh god… I'm almost there," I urged him on, trying to buck my hips, going against his hold.

Celuk's grip on my ass tightened. That mate-lusty side of his started to peek.

Giving up trying to be an equal opportunity fucker in this naked tango, I eased up with a frustrated sigh.

Celuk stopped immediately, as if that gusty noise was his sign to hit the brakes.

Pulling free of me and dragging my legs off his hips and down his furry legs, he stepped out of them.

"What- Wai-wai-wait!" I protested.

Celuk scooped me up and took me to the ground, dumping me on my hands and knees in the cold as fuck snow to come up behind me, jerk my boots and pants off, and take me from behind.

Dragging my hips over his, my legs over his until I was literally in his lap, ass up, he impaled me on his cock without so much as a how'd'ya'do and ground down into me.

I went from scrambling and making silly noises, to clawing at the muddy ground and crying out. Those sharp cries turned to moans as he reached over me, fingers finding my clit, and his thumb pressed down to rub in slow, massaging circles with every jarring slam of his cock into my slippery sex.

This was like that first time with Gopher, all wild, half feral sex with him in the driver's seat.

Our bodies slapped together loudly, his growls even louder.

Right as his cock started to jerk and pulse, Celuk buried his teeth in my throat. He'd timed it perfectly with my own pleasure. Eyes watering at the initial sting, I came with a silent scream, then sucking in sharp breaths when I finally remembered to breathe, it was so mind numbingly intense.

I was pretty sure I'd passed out for a moment, coming to with Celuk gathering me up in his arms, hefting me up to rush me back inside the house.

"My Jo," he barked, sounding panicked.

"I'm okay." My eyes dragged open and the corner of my mouth curved upward lazily, slowly. "I think I died and went to heaven for a minute, but I'm okay, fuzzsticles."

Celuk's sigh of relief was audible.

"I am freezing my titties off, though," I pointed out.

With Rek snoozing off gettin' juiced, Celuk helped me wash up, going so far as to demand he get to wash my hair for what felt like the millionth time I've had to wash it today, and helped my noodle limbed arse back into bed beside Rek.

Yawning, I turned to him as Rek dragged me into a spoon with him, mumbling my name in his sleep.

"Where are you going?" I mumbled as Celuk rumbled, "Jo's Rek has the loves for Jo."

I glanced from Rek to Celuk at that, trying to understand where he was going with that remark.

"I love him, too," I murmured.

Nodding, he moved in closer and brushed the damp hair from my eyes. "Sleep," he commanded, like I had yet another boss of me.

When I told him as much, he just chuckled.

The sound of the chair by the fireplace creaking had my eyes cracking open. Celuk just gave me a look until, with a grudging scowl and an eyeroll, I slammed my eyelids shut. "So bossy," I muttered, to a mumbling rumble from Rek that whatever he'd said made Celuk chuckle.

The sound of him gently rocking was oddly soothing. Then he started to hum, and I knew I was a goner.

"Tell me after I have a lil nap," I mumbled, succumbing to the lull of his sweet lullaby.