16. Olivia

It was so embarrassing to be spanked like a child. What was worse is how wet I got, like I enjoyed it. And Jarrus knew it. He fingered me expertly to a blistering climax within moments of the painful spanking. I couldn't even hide my reaction. Damn him.

He flipped me over until I straddled his lap, his cock brushing my sensitive pussy, and he cuddled me. His broad hands stroked my back, soothing me. His hands were so broad that one hand spanned the width of my back, but instead of making me afraid, I felt safe, coddled, despite the spanking. I squirmed on his lap, needing more. My core clenched, wanting his cock inside of me, though I could feel its girth and knew it was considerable, maybe more than I could handle.

He chuckled again. "You're a needy little mate. We're lucky males. On your back, little one. We'll give you what you need."

Eagerly, I clambered off of him and on my back, spreading my legs shamelessly. I reached down to play with my clit, throbbing for attention, but he slapped my hand away. "We own your orgasms, mate. Don't worry. We'll keep you satisfied. Hands above your head or you'll get none."

I thrust my hands above my head, not willing to test him on this. My breasts arched, my tight nipples pointing to the sky. His eyes darkened as he took in my spread body, but he held himself in check. He pulled out the damned training device and laid it on the furs next to us. "We don't want to hurt you. You need to be stretched. Just a little more."

He leaned down and curled that wicked tongue around a nipple, tugging and twisting. I shouted at the sensation, electricity coursing through me, straight to my core that pulsed and clenched around nothing, desperate to feel something, anything inside of it.

He plumped the mound around my nipple as he teased it. "I can't wait until you're with our babe. These ripe and full of milk. So sweet and large. You won't keep us off of you then."

I don't know why I found that so hot, but I did. I arched into him, wordlessly begging for more. He sucked more of my breast into his mouth, taking half of it inside, and I moaned. His other hand reached between my thighs and stroked through the wetness that had gathered there, teasing around the sensitive nub that begged for his touch.

He swirled through the folds then inserted a finger into me and another, stretching me. Then a third finger joined the other, the stretch almost painful. And I knew it wasn't even close to the size of their cocks. But I wanted it, desperately. I wanted to feel them, more than anything else. I arched into him, especially as he went deeper, the feel intense. His fingers brushed a spot that sent sparks through me, and my thighs shook. Suddenly, a pressure bore down on me and a gush of wetness flowed out of me with a powerful orgasm, stars dancing behind my eyes.

I screamed, my back arching and my thighs snapping shut around his arm. He continued to stroke deep inside, dragging out the sensations until I finally sagged. When I came to, he was licking his fingers and eying me with a wicked glint in his eye. "You're a squirter. We are lucky mates."

He spread my legs, wedging his shoulders between them. Lifting the training device, he ran it through my folds, easily inserting it in me, the pressure much less than this morning. He pumped it a few times until he found that perfect spot that made my leg dance, then winked at me. He licked me, his tongue flicked my clit as I jerked.

"Too sensitive. Not yet," I gasped.

He chuckled against me and moved the stone dildo inside of me, hitting all of my pleasure spots, making me gasp again. His tongue flicked my clit, his eyes sparkling. "Delicious. You would deny me this, mate?"

And he settled in to torture me in earnest, his tongue thoroughly exploring me as I gasped and twisted, trying to evade him, then get closer to his talented tongue as my need rose. No one had ever been this good at eating me out before, well, except for Kharag just that morning. Fuck, they were good at oral.

I arched my back, my hips pushing into Jarrus's face. I reached for Jarrus's head to pull him closer, but my hands were grasped and pulled back above my head. I paused, my eyes opening in shock, meeting Kharag's amused, upside down gaze.

Jarrus paused his action and smirked at Kharag. "We have to stop meeting like this."

"I don't mind," Kharag said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on my spread thighs. "Is she ready?"

"Just about," Jarrus replied. "We had a little bump in the road, but she softened nicely after her punishment."

Kharag's gaze darkened even more, the black of his pupils overtaking the rest of his eyes. "Punishment?" He twisted my nipple, and I squealed, twisting away from his wicked fingers. "How did she take to it?"

"Beautifully."

He grinned. "Good to know."

"I'm right here," I said, pouting at being ignored, especially since my orgasm had been rudely interrupted and I was on edge.

Kharag lightly twisted a nipple, and I gasped, lightning streaking through me. "We're well aware of you, mate. Now, behave, or you'll get another spanking."

I certainly didn't want that, so I settled with a disgruntled expression, which must have been obvious since Jarrus snorted. "Maybe we should switch places."

Kharag narrowed his gaze and nodded. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and handed me to Jarrus, who settled me against his chest, legs sprawled on the outside of his massive thighs. Kharag quickly stripped his clothes while Jarrus played with that damned dildo, the sound of my wetness loud in the clearing. Just that quickly, my orgasm, that had faded, rose again, and I begged for relief.

Kharag knelt between my spread legs, his dark green cock jutting out from between his legs, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. He took the dildo from Jarrus and nodded, making a hum of satisfaction.

"She's taken to training nicely. At least for an orc," he mused, while stroking through my soaking wet folds.

Jarrus grunted. "She'll have to work a little for me but she can handle it. With care."

He tossed the training device aside and fisted his cock. I eyed it with trepidation. He was much larger than anything I had taken before, almost the size of my forearm, and I definitely had concerns. As if reading my expression, Kharag gave me a smile.

"You'll be fine, lass. It'll work."

Right. We'd see about that. But I only nodded. I didn't relish another spanking for arguing, and I wanted to feel Kharag inside of me. I was desperate for it, tired of fingers, no matter how thick and flexible they were. Nothing compared to the hard cock that made my mouth water, just inches from my quivering pussy.

Kharag smirked at me, as if reading my mind. He fitted himself to my opening and pressed inside. I gasped at the pressure, the feeling of fullness. I opened my mouth but, before I could say anything, Jarrus turned my head to him and kissed me, his fingers toying with my nipples. The edge of pain sent electric shocks directly to my clit, and I clenched around the hard cock invading me.

Kharag grunted. "She likes that. A bit of pain. But she's tight."

"Rings will add to it," Jarrus commented, then resumed kissing me.

The minotaur slid his hand down my stomach to stroke my clit, and my legs jerked at the shock of sensation.

Kharag groaned. "Damn, she's like a fucking vice. Make her come. Quickly."

Jarrus strummed my clit and tweaked my nipple rapidly until the edge rose faster and I was thrown off that cliff with a scream, my legs tightening around Kharag, stars exploding behind my eyes. I felt my pussy tightening around Kharag's thick cock, notched just in my entrance, and I cried out in Jarrus's mouth.

He didn't ease up, relentlessly working my clit until I was limp and exhausted. Kharag then thrust home, the fullness of his cock pressing deep inside of me to the hilt. I gasped at the sensation of being overfilled, overstimulated, my gaze staring up at him, waiting for his next move.

His jaw was locked, muscles tense as he held himself above me rigidly. "You okay, lass?"

I clenched, and he groaned, dropping his head to mine. "I'm fine."

And I was. I hadn't been sure what to expect, but feeling Kharag was amazing. I was so full. He was hitting every spot, or would if he would only fucking move. I tightened around him, not that I could do much, and moved my hips, trying to get him to move, and he groaned.

"Be still, lass. Give it a minute."

"I don't need a minute, damn it. I need you to move!"

Jarrus chuckled, the rumble from his laughter brushing my back where he held me. "Seems like she's ready for you, Kharag."

Kharag"s eyes darkened as I challenged him, and his grip on my hips tightened. "You want me to move, mate?"

I nodded, my eyes pleading with him to give me what I needed. He slowly began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of me with careful deliberation. Each stroke sent shockwaves through my body, and I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own undulating hips.

Jarrus watched from the side, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That"s it, Kharag. Fuck her hard."

Kharag"s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. I cried out at the sensation, the feeling of being taken so powerfully overwhelming me. My pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him even deeper inside me.

"Come on, Kharag," I panted, "give me what I need. Fuck me like you mean it."

He growled, his eyes capturing mine in a fierce gaze. "You want it hard and rough, don"t you?" My lips parted in response, unable to deny his accusation. "Then that"s what you"ll get."

With renewed vigor, he plunged into me with a fervor that left me breathless. His hands gripped my hips tightly, driving me deeper into the furs, the prick of his claws adding an edge of pain to the movement. Each thrust sent shivers up my spine, pleasure building within me like a storm. Jarrus watched intently, his hand sliding between us to stroke his own erection as he pulled at my nipples roughly, heightening the erotic scene before him.

I let out a strangled cry, feeling the edge of my release quickly approaching. "Kharag... I"m close," I gasped, my hips bucking wildly beneath him. "Harder."

Kharag"s eyes darkened, and his expression became savage. His thrusts became harder and more brutal, slamming into me with every ounce of his strength. My body responded to his dominance, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, as I screamed out my pleasure.

Jarrus"s hand became a vise around my nipple, pulling and twisting roughly. It was almost painful, but the added sensation only intensified my climax. He watched our scene intently, his own need evident in the wetness of his hand and the way he stroked himself.

Finally, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in a wave of pure ecstasy. I screamed Kharag"s name, my body trembling as he continued to pound into me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

And then, Kharag roared, his own release imminent. "I accept you as my one true mate. Do you accept me, Olivia?"

He clenched his jaw, holding himself rigid above me. I stared in shock, unsure what was going on. I nodded. "I accept you, Kharag."

A sense of heat flowed over me, and something settled deep inside. Kharag smiled, a savage, pleased look. He thrust one last time, deep inside me, and came with a force that shook us both. His hot seed filled me, mixing with my own juices as I felt the orgasm rip through me once again.

Jarrus watched, a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he continued to stroke himself, his own release close at hand.

We lay there, panting and entwined, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking. Kharag"s fingers traced lazy patterns across my sweat-drenched skin, while Jarrus"s hand gently caressed my hair.

"That was..." I began, but my voice trailed off.

Kharag pulled out and switched places with Jarrus, who quickly stripped out of his pants, revealing his much larger cock. "One last chance, mate. Are you sure you want a second mate?"

I gulped for a moment, eying his cock. I nodded, remembering his care for me and concern. "Yes, I do."

With that confirmation, Jarrus positioned himself between my legs, his thick cock poised at the entrance to my opened, well-fucked pussy. He smirked down at me, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You ready for me, lass?"

I couldn"t help but laugh softly, though even I could hear the tinge of nerves in my tone. "I'm willing to try, Jarrus."

His grin turned wicked as he pushed into me, filling me completely with his girth. The pressure was overwhelming at first, as he was much broader than Kharag. I winced, and he paused, his grin fading to concern. I panted, unsure that this would work. Kharag leaned over and tweaked my clit, my juices making it slippery. Pleasured arced through me and I arched, forcing Jarrus's cock in a little deeper. I gasped at the sensation and he groaned, my channel fluttering around him. Pressure built, almost like I was going to pee.

I writhed, trying to get away from Kharag's wicked fingers, but he was relentless. Pressure built until I exploded, liquid gushing out of me in an arc.

Jarrus smirked. "Told you she was a squirter."

"That should make it easier now."

I sagged against the furs as Jarrus slowly advanced, his girth filling me, stretching me wide and filling every inch of me. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I spread my legs wider to accommodate him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped. "Are you well, mate?"

"Lass, it"s okay if you want to stop," Kharag said, concern in his voice. "You don"t have to do this if it"s too much."

"I"m fine," I managed to whisper, my voice catching in my throat as the intensity of the sensation continued to build. "I want to try."

Kharag, still on his knees, watched intently, his eyes locked on our joining. His hand moved between my legs, teasing my clit as my pussy clenched around Jarrus"s cock.

Jarrus"s cock slowly pulled out then thrust in, repeating the motion harder, his pace quickening as my body adjusted to his size.

I cried out in pleasure as his cock hit all the right spots inside me. I shifted my hips to match his rhythm, arching my back to take him even deeper.

Kharag watched from behind, his eyes dark with lust and possession. "You two are fucking amazing."

Jarrus smiled at his words, concentrating on our lovemaking. "Thank you, mate."

I could feel the build-up of an orgasm, the tension in my body growing tighter with each thrust. I moaned, leaning into Jarrus"s body, my nails dragging lightly down his back.

"You ready, lass?" he asked, his voice low and sultry, his hips moving harder and faster.

"Yes, yes," I panted, my body trembling.

"I claim you, Olivia, as my mate. For now and always. As I claim Kharag, as a member of my herd. For now and always."

He stared at me, the moment feeling heavy with tension, similar to how it felt with Kharag. "I accept your claim, Jarrus, as I accept Kharag as mate. For now and always."

With a loud grunt, Jarrus increased his pace, each thrust deeper and harder, until I felt like I was being consumed by pleasure. I screamed his name, my pussy clamping down on him so tightly that it felt like he was being pulled into me.

Jarrus groaned, his body shuddering as he climaxed, filling me with his release. I felt it spurt deep inside me, coating my insides with warmth.

As we lay there, panting heavily and sweating, Jarrus pulled out, sliding from me with a wet pop.

"Fuck. I'm drained. Those damned goblins better be far behind."

"I don't know about the goblins. You three put on quite a show," a voice drawled from the other side of the clearing.

Jarrus and Kharag leapt to their feet, weapons lifted and ready for action.