Episode Eight Ready Her for Me

D eklan

I'm awakened by Luka and the female in the furs. He's purring to her, and her noises sound like happy, feminine coos. Mirron is on my left, so I turn to my right and watch, unashamed, as my brother fucks into her and grunts with every thrust. When she whispers his name in pleasure, my thoughts dart to a time my name will spill from her lips as I make her come.

I understand Mirron all too well. I won't feel good when I watch him taking her. Mayhap we need rules. Mayhap we should never take her alone. Only together.

His heavy leg slings across my hips as his cock rides my crack. I want him inside me, want us to share what we've shared for many turns of the seasons. The addition of a female to our furs can't change this—my need, my love, my desire to give it all to Mirron.

His cock is dripping pre-cum, which allows him to slide into me in one hard, firm thrust. I rise on all fours, looking directly at my brother and the female, whose name I still don't know. He's bringing her more pleasure. Her head is tipped back, her mouth open in an O as she strains to reach her pinnacle.

They both reach their peaks as Mirron pounds into me in the way I love. His hips pistoning as he bites my shoulder until he jets his hot cum inside me. When I move to palm my cock, he grunts, "No," his teeth still firm on my flesh. He releases his bite and says, "You can't touch yourself. My words in your ear and my cock in your ass are all you're allowed."

I love this. He hasn't done this for months. Usually it's whispered, so we don't wake Luka. Today he's talking loud enough for both of them to hear.

"That's right. I have my cock in your ass, Deklan. Because you're mine ."

He thrusts hard on that last word. Furious.

He grunts, "I own this ass. This channel will never hold anyone's cock but mine. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Love. No one else."

Releasing his hand from where it was lodged at my hip to hold me steady so I could take his pounding, he turns my head to the side so he can kiss me, his long, thick tongue owning my mouth as his cock owns my ass.

I come hard without touching myself. Just what he's doing behind me and his furred chest on my back and those words, those lovely words of ownership make me spill, my hot, ropey jets striping our furs.

Falling in a heap, I turn to him and tuck my head under his powerful chin, loving the feel of him.

I've been on my own since I was a child, and then took care of Luka, always having to provide, always making decisions. When Mirron arrived, it was such a relief to leave all the control to him. I love it still, just as I love him.

His chest is plastered to mine when he leans up, his elbow on the furs, his head in his hand.

"Luka, today you'll take your bow and arrows and hunt the sheep herds to the south. Don't come home without meat."

Luka looks crestfallen. His glance darts to the female and back at Mirron as he asks the silent question, ‘Can she come too?'

"Deklan, you'll teach the female how to make a tunic from the red fox furs I've been saving."

A pang of jealousy darts through me. I'd always thought he'd been saving those pelts for me.

"I'll be patrolling, making sure those fucking monks don't return to sling more shit at us."

Mirron does nothing by accident. He's the most calculating person I've ever met, always five steps ahead of me. I don't need to wait long to discover his game.

"You'll take the female. Leave your scent in her, on her. You'll take your pleasure as well as ready her for me."