Episode Thirty-Eight Such a Good Pack

N adira

This feels so good it's almost unbearable. What a funny thought to have. I could bear twice this. It's just so good.

I'm being taken.

Being taken Up Above was never a good thing. Taken meant forced.

Down Below, right now, it's the best thing to ever happen to me.

"So good," I moan as I close my eyes to dive deeper into my pleasure.

I never dreamed anything could feel like this. Two males are inside me. My two males.

Lifting my head, I capture Dhar's lips, force his tusky mouth open with my tongue. I mate his mouth the way the two of them are mating my holes.

I don't know how Azael sees our kiss, but he urges us on.

"That's right. I love to see my two mates kiss." He punctuates his statement with a thrust as he finds a way to bury himself even deeper in my ass.

I've been taken this way before—by one male at a time. There were few things forbidden to the males who used me. Of course I had no say. Never was I prepared so thoroughly or so sweetly, and never was there an ounce of pleasure.

There is plenty of pleasure now.

My males are thrusting into me, taking turns like a machine. The orc impales me from the front and when he retreats, the monk pistons from behind.

I stop kissing Dhar. It's just too much to pay attention to.

Dhar moves me, rearranging me slightly so every one of his thrusts bumps my clit. I'm on overload, unable to think of anything other than my ass and my pussy as they use me. I'm not sure when they realized they didn't have to treat me like breakable glass, but they're fucking me harder and faster. No longer taking turns, but now invading and retreating at the same time.

It's too much and not enough.

"I'm going to come," I announce as I grip Dhar's corded shoulders and squeeze, preparing for my release.

Release? That term just doesn't fit. It's an explosion, a cataclysm, a maelstrom as my muscles coil tighter and tighter and then grip and spasm.

As every muscle stiffens, I feel them both inside me, touching every part of me. At the same time they're touching my body, they're burrowing more deeply into my heart.

I shout with pleasure, then feel the green orc in my arms convulse with a grunt. His hot liquid bathes my channel as Azael thrusts once, twice, three more times before he moans into the column of my neck and releases inside me, his hot breath ghosting over my neck.

What was a writhing mass of three bodies becomes a pile of sated flesh and fur.

I want to say something, but words can't describe how delicious that was. All I can say is, "I love you, my mates."

Somehow, I find the strength to kiss Dhar, and even more surprising, I manage to turn to kiss Azael, who is panting perhaps from the effort, or maybe from the force of his release.

"I love you, my mates," he says, then kisses me again.

I could have never predicted this, but he leans over me and kisses Dhar. Watching, I'm terrified for a moment that the enormous orc will reject him, but they kiss for long moments. Obviously, neither one objects to the intimacy.

"I love you, my mates," Dhar says when the kiss finally ends.

"We're going to be such a good pack," I say, pretending there isn't a fourth person in this room who sat silently watching the entire interlude.