Episode Forty-Four Yes, I Want It

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After my giggling subsides and I rediscover how to make my limbs work, I crane to look at Hazlan. It took me a moment to think of his feelings. I'd been so carried away with my happiness, my first thoughts were far from worrying he might have hated what we just did as much as I loved it.

"Haz? Are you good?" I ask, though now that I get a good look at him, the question seems unnecessary.

"It's as if the gods themselves arranged this," he says, then nips my cheek.

For my whole life, sex only meant pain and disrespect. Now Haz is right. What we just did is otherworldly.

"I spent the entire ride here thinking of different configurations," I confide to them all in a whisper. "I may not have been taught math, but did you males realize I have three holes and three mates? Isn't that a bit of luck?"

I know we're all still panting from our exertions, but my mind can think of nothing but what configuration we'll explore next time.

"You don't know numbers at all if you think two matemarks gives you three mates." This is Hazlan. Out of the three of them, it was him I worried would be unable to share, yet he's the one who suggests Zoron and I need to get busy.

"As soon as he's hard again," Eldar says, a sly smile on his shockingly handsome face, "I suggest you get on with it. I'll take Zoron in the rear while that pretty mouth can take care of our proudborn."

For a moment, my mind drifts to what we just did. The intimacy combined with pleasure was something I never could have dreamed of before I met these three amazing males.

The centaur brings me back to the present when he urges me to climb on all fours on the bed that still graces the one-room cottage. It was obvious when we arrived this afternoon that this cottage had been used within the last year.

Clearly, no females had been here. Whoever slept here more recently hadn't done a great job of cleaning, but between the three of us, we neatened, straightened, and shook out the pelt they'd left on the bed as we waited for Haz.

Eagerly, I dive onto the end of the bed, my ass in the air. Since I orgasmed on the ride here and just now had the most explosive release of my life, I'm surprised to notice my feel-good is quivering in anticipation.

"You're sure you want this?" I have to ask. It was only a few days ago when Zoron told me he wanted to wait, although I think that was more about the elf than himself.

"Oh, little Lylah. I'm very sure."

I love how Zoron's tone is rough and gravelly almost as much as I love the look of fervent desire in his moss-green eyes.

"Inch back, female. You're the perfect height to spear into. You're going to take my cock while I take Eldar's." Zoron's eyes sparkle as he glances at the elf. The human part of the centaur's perfect body is slicked with sweat, which is glowing in the firelight.

"And you, proudborn, are going to take a trip to heaven when you discover what your new mate's throat feels like when it's wrapped around your shaft. Unless you beat me to it at the stream a few days ago." Zoron's words would have felt naughty a few days ago. Now they spur me to want to act out all the things he's describing.

"No, mate. We didn't get that far," Haz says to Zoron. "Sounds like I'm about to explore something new."

A tingle bursts in my chest when my proudborn calls the centaur "mate." It reassures me that our little foursome isn't just going to work. It's going to be spectacular.

As Haz is about to climb onto the bed, Zoron slides his fingers through my folds, focusing all my attention on that one part of my body.

When I wiggle my ass and practically purr in pleasure, he says, "You want this. Don't you, little female?"

I cringe for a moment as the three of them stand behind me, looking at my most private spaces.

Zoron does not leave well enough alone. He leans forward and spreads my cheeks, then slides his finger through my dripping folds.

My head drops to the mattress, partly in embarrassment, and partly because that one finger feels so good as it dips into me.

"Don't you? Don't you want my long centaur cock?" He prods with his words as two fingers slip into my dripping channel.

My answer is a long moan and a thrust backward to ensure his fingers slide all the way to the hilt.

"Don't you?" he asks again as he works me, the slick, wet noises making their way to my ears.

"Yes," I whisper.

"I didn't hear you, love," he says.

It's the first time he's used that word and for a moment, the sweetness of that emotion overcomes even my lust. It can't last long, though, as his fingers continue their relentless assault on my core.

"Yes. I want you," I say. "I want this. I want us in every configuration as long as it brings bliss to all of us."

"What?" asks Eldar.

"I want all of you," I say even louder.

"What?" Haz asks. The elf and centaur just might be bad influences on him.

"I want all of you to touch me and fuck me and love me!" I shout.

"Why didn't you just say so?" the elf teases as he walks to the opposite side of the bed from where Haz is standing and leans to kiss my lips.