Episode Forty-Five Mating

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Zoron leans over me to breathe on my neck, lick down the channel of my spine, and nip one of my ass cheeks, all while his fingers pound into me, forcing me to spiral higher.

I can't hide my pout when his fingers retreat, leaving me so empty I can feel the walls of my channel fluttering against themselves. Just a moment later, though, his front legs ease onto the bed, his equine knees near my flanks as he covers me from behind, taking care not to put any weight on me.

I delight in the feel of his bulk so near, his hair and skin so soft. I'm sheltered and protected in his embrace as his long cock beckons at my entrance.

Only the head of his cock is slipping in and out. Maybe this feels amazing to him. I hope it does, because he's making me crazy.

"Fuck me, Zoron." I hate to whine, but I can't help it.

"I am, little human." His voice is a tone I've never heard before, a tease that's more than a tease. It's a challenge.

"Harder!"

"Ah. My almost-mate wants more of me? I can oblige."

"Devil!" I accuse when he grants me the barest smidgeon more of his prodigious length.

I can't pay attention to my irritation, though, because my proudborn eases closer from my side, his gorgeous feline cock with its little nubs only an inch from my lips.

"I can't let the centaur have all the fun," he says as he strokes his cock across the seam of my lips, painting them with pre-cum.

I can't move fast enough to slide onto him. I felt his bumpy nodes inside my channel when we were near the stream the other day, but my lips and tongue find them completely different.

"That's right, mate," he encourages me, a hand on either side of my head. "Take my cock. Look at how your lips stretch around me."

Perhaps it's crazy that his approval makes me feel safe and loved, but I press my lips around him tighter just to hear more dirty praises fall from his lips.

"Our female is so perfect. She takes me so well," Haz says.

"Aye, and me too," the centaur says from behind me as he grants me several more inches.

They aren't the only ones who can issue praises. I moan in appreciation, hoping Zoron will grant me even more of his length. He's certainly the longest of the three.

"More, Lylah?" he asks, his voice rough with passion.

"More, Lylah?" Haz asks as he feeds me more of his cock.

I'm being speared from both ends. My mind flicks from my core to my mouth and back again as I drown in bliss from the two of them.

"Ah, Eldar," Zoron says. "Ohhh." His moan is deep and long.

I can't imagine what it's like for him to fuck and be fucked at the same time. By the timbre of his moans, he's dancing on clouds.

He's trying to control himself, to enter me an inch at a time until I adjust to all of him, but whatever Eldar is doing to him from behind must be stealing his concentration, because he's panting and his thrusts are becoming wilder.

I know how hard it is to stay focused as I pay attention to the sublime bliss in my core all the while I suck and bob and circle my tongue around the proudborn's masculine staff. His furred balls are bouncing against my throat with every thrust.

When I force my eyes open, I see his handsome face, eyes wide but unseeing, lips parted with his burred tongue lolling out.

"Gonna come soon," he growls with supreme effort, his fangs flashing white in the firelight.

Eldar narrates for all of us.

"I'm pounding you, centaur. Giving you all of me."

"Always."

"That's right. I'm fucking you, mate. You're mine. I'm yours. And you, Lylah, you're mine, too. Look at you taking your males like you were born to it."

"Mmm," I moan around Haz's cock.

"And you, proudborn," the elf continues, "part of our family."

I put more weight on my left hand so my right hand can reach between my legs and touch my feel-good. Hearing Eldar welcome Haz into the family took me close to the edge. My circling fingers push me over.

"FUCK!" Eldar shouts at the same time I make a wordless cry of pleasure.

The elf's thrusts must be prodigious because they punch through Zoron and speed the centaur's hips to the finish. I feel his hot essence bathe my inner walls as Haz releases into my mouth with a grunt and an animalistic roar so loud it hushes all the buzzing insects outside the cabin.

"Bite her," the elf and the proudborn remind Zoron, who is panting as he recovers from his powerful orgasm.

He's in a pleasure-daze as he bites next to Eldar's bite on my left shoulder.

The pain is hot as it sears through me, igniting another powerful orgasm, then I feel the connection. To be tethered to Zoron, to feel the slightest echo of his emotions, to receive the affection from his heart as well as the loving gaze of his eyes as I crane my head to look at him is almost too heady, too powerful, to bear.

He pulls out and lifts me from the bed to arrange us in the furs on the floor, his front to my back. His body is so different from any male I've been with before, but just as dear to me. I snuggle between his front legs with my head on his bare chest, his arms around me as his fingers comb through my hair.

"Mate," he says, unable to hide the happy pride in his sex-roughened voice. "By morning's light, I'm going to carry your mark."

"Me too," says Eldar.

"And me," Hazlan says as the four of us scoot closer so we're all touching each other.