Episode Thirty-Seven Three Mates

N adira

Sniffling, I try to figure out what just happened. I can't even think until I'm surrounded by my two mates, at least the two I care about.

Now that I'm in their warm embrace, I can calm down. Their hands are so gentle on me, and that they're licking my wound, trying to calm its fiery burn, is so sweet.

But it's not the pain that's causing the tears, it's what Thallose did. No. That's not really the problem. The bigger worry is me.

I lost myself. Completely.

It was as if I were Up Above and forced to be with someone odious. There was something about his disdain, as if he were doing me a huge favor to stick his cock in me. That he couldn't bear to look at my face and wanted my back to him. Horrible.

I should have been happy he couldn't get his cock hard, but instead, it reaffirmed how worthless I am. I hate him. I hate him as much as I hate my father and the senator. I'd hate him as much as Armstrong, but luckily that horrible man is dead.

The palomino starflyer will never touch me again and if I have any say about it, he will never sleep in this bed. If he won't sleep in another hut, or perhaps a different continent, he certainly isn't going to be welcome in these furs with me. Ever.

I force my attention from that vile male and bring it back to my two loving mates. It's warm and safe in their embrace. I never thought about how the males would relate to each other, but now that we're all together, I'm glad these two are going to become friends.

As I calm down and they ask me what I want, I know as certainly as the sky is blue that I want them both inside me. I want their cum in me to wash away the flying horse-man's liquid. I want them to love me and touch me and remind me I'm an important person. That he didn't want to even touch me is his problem, not mine.

Dhar

I don't know how it's possible to love a female I met mere hours ago. But my feelings are deep and powerful. The urge to protect her, to soothe her, is so intense it could consume me.

As Azael and I waited at the communal fire down below, although we never took our eyes off the door to this hut, we got to know each other. Just as I told Nadira on the way here, he's a good male.

Wordlessly, I slide my cock between her lower lips, using my hips to thrust just right, making sure to rub her little button on every pass. I'm leaking pre-cum, so between the two of us, she's soon wet enough to enter.

She makes a little groan of protest when I pull away, nodding to the monk, who slides into her channel on a groan. He'll need to be slippery to ease into her back hole.

"My mate is so wet, so ready to be loved by her two mates," he praises.

Not one of us in this room would argue about the number. She has three mates in name only. It takes all my effort not to spear the starflyer bastard with a threatening look. Instead, I whisper to her between deep kisses.

"Is this what our Nadira needs? Her two loving males to make her feel good? Hmm?"

"Oh yes, you're getting even wetter. Here," Azael says as he reaches between her open legs to swipe some of her fluid onto his finger. "Let's start easy."

He's pumping into her core with his cock while preparing her puckered hole. I keep gazing into my sweet mate's blue eyes, making sure there's never a wrinkle on her brow to indicate the slightest bit of pain.

"You're taking one finger so well. Let's see if my little mate can handle two," Azael says, his mouth at her ear.

I watch the muscles in her face loosen from the way they had squeezed in sadness minutes ago to being consumed with pleasure.

"Azael! That feels so good."

She said she'd done this before, but her surprised tone of voice tells me all I need to know about how little pleasure she's ever received.

"That's right, love. Here's a third and if you take that well, you get my thick monk cock."

Her eyes shutter closed, then pop open when the monk vacates her channel and I slide to her entrance and slip my cockhead inside her warm slickness.

"I bet you didn't wake this morning thinking you'd have two mates' cocks inside you," I husk. "Two mates loving you. Two mates making you scream in pleasure."

This pulls a satisfied chuckle from her, and I know whatever happened with Thallose has slipped from her thoughts. At least for now.

Now that I'm assured her mind is eased, I focus on my own pleasure. I've never had a female with another male before. I was with one so seldom, the idea of sharing sounded unpleasant.

There's nothing unpleasant about feeling Azael's fingers behind her channel wall.

I must have made a noise, because Nadira's eyes flash to mine, a small smile lights her face, and she asks, "Can you feel him in there? Does it feel as good to you as it does to me?"

"Oh yes. I see the joy of having two mates," I say without a hint of jealousy at sharing this delightful, generous female.

"I need to join the action," Azael says.

I feel his fingers pull out and then watch 'Dira's face as he starts his slow slide in.

"You tell me if there's even a hint of pain," he murmurs.

I stay still, my cock in to the hilt, but not moving as the three of us work together to get the monk lodged all the way up her backside. I don't know who of the three of us is enjoying this more, although if the test was by noise alone, it would be Nadira, who is cooing with pleasure.

The farther in the monk's cock goes, the more she arches her back to present herself to him. When she does this, the granite-hard tips of her breasts graze my chest, adding to all our pleasure.

"You like that, Nadira?" Azael asks with a grunt when he's all the way in.

I've enjoyed his entry almost as much as the female, feeling every inch of his progress through our shared membrane.

"All good?" he asks, looking at me as he waits for her reply.

"So good. Fuck me," our mate demands.

We all laugh. Then our noises turn to something entirely different.