Episode Sixty-One It’s All Good

D har

She's been gone for days. I can't wait another second to plunge into her, claim her, remind her she's mine and I'm hers. I'm not a patient male, but I wait long enough for the monk to give her a release with his tongue.

Just to prove what a big heart I have, I wait even longer, nipping the tip of her nipple while I pluck the other as Azael works her through a second orgasm. The moment I lift my head from one nipple, Thallose takes my place. We work together so seamlessly, I'm not sure she even knows who is touching her where. Which is as it should be.

After she spirals down from her second release, I kiss Azael as I nudge him out of the way so I can kneel between her legs. Although I'm dying to taste her, to nuzzle my face between her legs so I smell her delicious scent on my flesh, it's the need to plunge into her channel that drives my movements.

Lifting her hips and sliding her ass up my thighs, all I need to do is dip my pelvis toward her and pierce into her wet and waiting channel in one perfect drive.

"Dhar!" she cries out as I fill her. "Your cock!"

I love it when I reduce her to such simple words. It's as if I steal her ability for higher thought. That's good. All I want her thinking about right now is me and my cock and the pleasure my mates are giving her.

Thallose lifts her torso, helps her drape her arms around my neck, then slips behind her and nuzzles her neck.

"I want to take you here," he whispers loud enough for all of us to hear, his voice husky.

I'm too busy thrusting into her to watch what he's doing, but I feel his fingers circling the base of my cock as he swipes some of her moisture.

He must have prepared her well, because she doesn't protest at all as he slides into her ass.

As I found with Azael, it's impossible to share a female this intimately with another male and not develop an affection for him. We have to work together, taking care not to hurt her, synchronizing our thrusts. It's a bonding experience.

We keep our gazes on each other, nodding when it's time to thrust harder or faster to push her to a higher level of pleasure.

We're at my favorite part now, when 'Dira's unable to speak. She's just babbling, making noises that even an idiot would know signify the highest pinnacle of bliss.

It's now that Azael gets into the act, putting his stiff cock, weeping with pre-cum, in front of her face. Even flying as high as she is, about to clamp down on Thallose and me as she releases, she finds a way to welcome him into her mouth.

It's bliss. I never dreamed I could have anything like this. It's better than I imagined.

I'm pounding into her velvet channel, Thallose's cock rubbing against mine through her thin membrane. My mate Azael is moaning his pleasure as Nadira's perfect mouth works him, her hand on his heavy sac.

"Fuck!" Azael shouts. He's the first to reach his release. Crying out, he sinks his hands into Thallose and my hair, tugging as he comes.

Thallose leans forward, his lips at Nadira's ear as he thunders, "Come, mate," so powerfully it's like a force of nature that pushes her over the edge into release.

Feeling her tight muscles spasm around me sets me off as I jet into her, spraying her, marking her, owning her. Thallose isn't far behind as he shouts her name and erupts. His face is even more beautiful when it's pulled tight in bliss.

Azael slips to his knees as he helps the starflyer ease her to the furs. The three of us surround her, the monk on one side, me on the other after I reluctantly pull out of her warm, wet channel, and the starflyer curved around her head, his face close to hers so he can keep kissing her.

"My males," ‘Dira says dreamily. "My mates." Her hands are busy as she touches all of us. Her fingers thread through my hair, partly unbraiding it in a show of sweet affection. All the while, she's kissing Thallose as if her life depends on it and petting the monk's flank as though his fur is the softest thing she's ever touched.

"I love you all so much," she says, a sleepy smile on her face. "Can we sleep like this? In a pile? A love pile. Can we call it that? Then can I wake you in the middle of the night so we can do it again?"

I've never seen anyone fall asleep like that. One moment she was awake, and now she's fast asleep, her hands still, her face slack.

The three of us look at each other. Perhaps we're all waiting for everything to go to shit.

Thallose is the first to break the silence. "I apologized to Nadira. Let me apologize to you. I was bitter and filled with hatred, but that's no excuse."

"I was an ass, too," I admit, not mentioning I was nowhere near as awful as him, even at the rendezvous grounds.

"Apology accepted," Azael says solemnly.

"I do love you two," Thallose says, his gaze flicking between the monk and me. "Anyone who loves this woman as much as you two do deserves my affection."

Somehow, I realize I feel the same way.

"It's all good," Azael says, his voice rough the way it always is after he shouts his pleasure.