Episode Fifty-Three Party of Four

H azlan

My gaze flicks to Lylah and Zoron who are kissing all the while their eyes are focused on us. I enjoy being their entertainment.

"But truth be told, I like it both ways," Eldar says. "Say the word and I'll get on all fours for you, Haz. Or," he gives me a smile so hot I wonder if I'll burst into flames, "get on all fours for me and I'll take you on a trip through the heavens."

I don't move. My mind is too busy calculating his offer and deciding if I want to take him up on it at all and if I do, if I want to be the giver or receiver.

"It isn't that hard a choice, proudborn. By the time the night is through, you'll have had me both ways." When he chuckles, I'm reminded how handsome the pale elf is.

I fall to my knees, facing Lylah and Zoron. If what Eldar and I were doing wasn't so new, I imagine the centaur's cock would be in her right now, though I wouldn't wager where. It seems, though, that our explorations are too entertaining to miss, so they're both still quietly watching.

It's fine that they watch, because I'll watch them while Eldar takes me from behind.

He yanks off my furred leggings. I shucked my top when we entered the hut.

"You're a sexy male," he praises as his palms trace my flanks. As if to make a point, he slides his fingers along my feathers. "If we ever fall asleep tonight, proudborn, I want you to wrap me in these golden wings. Say yes and I'll be yours forever."

Fates! How did he know those were the perfect words?

I'm fully aroused, my cock dripping pre-cum. He slides behind me, his hips slapping against my ass. His hand reaches around me and grips my cock.

"You know I've had my eyes on this since I saw you, Haz. Mmm. These bumps are going to feel amazing when you take me later tonight. Right now, you're going to have to settle for this."

He must have swiped his fingers across the head of his dripping cock, because when two of them enter me, they easily slide in.

He eases closer, his naked chest to my back, and whispers in my ear. "Good, Haz? This isn't supposed to hurt, you know." After a pause, he nips my furred ear and adds, "Unless you want it to."

I press back, a gentle reminder to get to work.

Two fingers soon become three as he works me open, scissoring inside me. I never quite understood the allure when the males in the barracks did this. I get it now. It feels divine.

Leaning my head lower, my shoulders almost to the furs, I growl, "Fuck me."

It's all I need to say for him to remove his fingers and quickly place himself at my hole. It's a struggle to take him. I've seen how thick the male is when we've shared the furs with our other mates. I assumed it would be a lot of pressure.

There's a bite of pain with a warm hint of pleasure. Even as I clench my teeth, the stretch transforms to ecstasy and I give myself over to the act. There are so many surprises. His gentleness for one. He's certainly never gentle when he takes the centaur, but I imagine they worked things out long ago.

Even more surprising is the string of words coming out of his mouth. His praises, his observations about how sexy I am, how muscular.

Lylah and Zoron are naked, her back to his chest as he plucks her nipples, her legs wide, giving Eldar and me a show. Both their gazes are shamelessly glued on Eldar and me.

"And your teeth, proudborn. I hope the sun doesn't rise on us before you bite me with those long, sharp fangs. I've been daydreaming about it."

With that, he speeds up, pounding me not only faster, but harder.

"So. Tight. So. Fucking. Sexy," he says with every thrust. "Fuck your hand, Haz. Try to come at the same time as me."

There's something about his soft words in my ear, his gentle instructions, his desire for me to come, that pushes me into boundless pleasure.

"Now!" he commands, his voice rough with desire.

A moment after he spurts into me in hot jets, I come. When I look up from the puddle on the fur, I see my other mates smiling at me.

"Bite him," Lylah encourages Eldar. Her eyes widen. Perhaps she believes she's broken a boundary. "If he wants," she amends, her voice apologetic.

"Bite me," I say, my voice somewhere between a growl and a purr.

His bite is swift and barely painful. I imagine my fangs will hurt much worse when I bite him later tonight.

The sound of rushing wind consumes me as our bond catches.

"Mate," we say to each other at the same time.

Lylah doesn't waste a minute easing out of Zoron's arms to crouch under me, causing me to lift my chest so she can grab my cock at the base and lick me clean.

My head is spinning in pleasure, my emotions on overload. I don't realize for long minutes that the centaur has mounted the elf and they have moved the entertainment from a party of two to a party of four.