Episode Thirty-Seven Four Lovers

A lliana

"Shall we mate you, Little Flower?" Dek husks into my ear as he palms my breast, then plucks, teasing both my body and mind awake.

"What were you all waiting for?" I'm only half teasing.

This pulls three deep chuckles from three males around me, all with a leg or arm slung around my small frame. A quick glance tells me the sun is nowhere near the horizon. It's still night. Good.

"I wanted to be mated before sunrise," I say.

"You will be, Love," Mirron says. "You're going to mount my cock and the kit is going to take you from behind while you suck Deklan off."

"Where does the biting part come in?" I was trying to stay positive, but my voice sounds petulant.

"Trust us, it will happen. We want this as much as you do."

"And I want you to take me from behind," I say as I grip his already-hard cock and stroke, my fingers finding all the bumps, ridges, and veins I felt inside my channel last night.

He moves closer and nips my earlobe. "I'm too big, Alliana. You'll have to work up to me." Another playful nip.

"I have worked up to you. Tell him, Luka."

"You watched Dek and me take her together like that since shortly after she arrived." Luka waits for Mirron's assenting grunt. "While you and Dek were sleeping for three long days, our little prize and I figured out a way to get her ready for you. Well, it was her idea."

Mirron's body moves closer and his warm breath huffs into my ear. "Oh, was it?"

"We used your birds," I tell him.

Those beautifully carved birds were often the first thing I laid my gaze on in the morning. Well, usually I looked at my three males' faces, but after that, I'd notice the birds. Each one prettier than the next on little natural indentations in the rock wall. More important, it seems as he got better at whittling, the birds got bigger.

"You made them so smooth, and the tails so long, and their little bodies fit so nice in my back hole," I say proudly. "I knew you were going to live and when you woke up, I wanted you to be able to fit inside me. Everywhere."

While I talk, Mirron edges his enormous body over me and tucks his soft pelt against my back.

"Did you ever wonder," he breathes into my ear, "even for a second if you belonged with us? Because with a devious mind like that, it's clear you fell to the right place in the vast space of the Down Below."

"Not devious. Clever," I correct.

"The words don't matter." He licks my neck, sending shivers scattering from there to the tips of my breasts.

Soon Luka, my orange tabby lover, is underneath me, his cock hard and pointing at the cave ceiling. His expression is dreamy as he waits for his pack leader to give him the nod.

After Mirron fingers me until I'm writhing against his hand, he pulls away so Luka's ribbed cock can slide in as if we were designed to fit perfectly together like the pieces of a puzzle. I'm lying on top of him, looking into his green eyes, already so wet from just thinking about this that his entry is easy and arousing.

Mirron lifts my hips from behind and plays with my back hole with a finger already lubricated with my juices.

"That's right, my prize. Look how well you take me."

I can only tolerate so much pleasure as Luka rations shallow pumps from below and Mirron mimics him from behind.

A second thick minotaur finger presses in and I don't try to muffle the long moan that escapes my lips. It almost sounds like one of the sexy lows he makes when he's excited.

His fingers scissor inside me, making my hips dance. My movement causes Luka to suck in an aroused breath underneath me. Dipping my head, I kiss him, then bite his full lower lip.

Between the three of them, I've learned how to navigate my males' fangs, but today I breech between his lips and nick my tongue on purpose, wanting to share everything with these three. Even blood.

Mirron slowly presses a third finger inside me and fucks me for a minute until I'm pressing back to receive everything he can give me.

When he pulls out, I suck in a breath of outrage. I feel so empty. But then I feel a smooth wooden bird easing into me. Because his fingers are so thick, he didn't need to use the smaller birds, just this, the biggest one.

"Ohhh," I say. Somewhere in these last few weeks, I discovered the odd connection between pleasure and pain. There's a fine line where the two meet that is the most delicious sweet spot.

He fucks my ass with the chubby little bird and I picture the sight of the three of us. It's beautiful how we can do anything and say anything we want as long as it brings enjoyment and pulls our pack closer.

"Dek." I reach toward him and motion him closer.

He's been watching, mesmerized, as his mate prepares me. He's let me adjust to this while he's stroked that beautiful wolven cock of his. His heavy balls swaying as he takes himself in hand.

"Are you ready for me, Little Flower?" he asks, his lips pulled back enough to reveal all four fangs. His display would fill a normal woman from Up Above with terror. For me? It makes my channel quiver with desire.

He steps closer, still watching Mirron fuck me with the little bird, his eyes bright with arousal, then feeds his cock into my waiting mouth with a contented sigh.

Mirron pulls the bird out and replaces it with his cock. No amount of fingers and scissoring and little birds could have prepared me for the minotaur cock invasion.

The stretch and burn are the perfect pairings of pleasure and pain. I love being able to take him and only focus on the feeling of his entry until he's fully seated. Then I lose all concentration and can only feel as my three mates take all my holes.

At times they are all in sync. At others they're like pistons, firing one after the other like a machine. Just when I think I like this the best, they sync up again and I decide that feeling them all enter me at once, then all retreat at the same time, is the pinnacle of pleasure.

It feels like a dreamworld, with all this sensory input bombarding me. The sounds of Mirron's full balls slapping against me, the wet squelching sounds of four bodies coming together at once. There's rough panting—some of which is mine—and intermittent moaning—some of which is also mine.

Dek's scent is in my nostrils. It's clean from his dip in our pool, except for the hint of his masculine musk. I'll never be able to decide which of my mates tastes best, but he tastes divine as he doles out little spurts of tangy pre-cum. His clawed hands are on my shoulders as if he needs to anchor himself to me or he'll fly away as he seeks his pleasure.

My own arousal is swirling, building, gathering like the swift storm Luka and I lived through when the two mates were sleeping. I don't try to stop it, nor do I nurture it. I want it to build even higher before I crash over the peak.

Mirron leans over me and for a moment, his hot breaths from those large nostrils gust across the vulnerable column of my neck.

"I'm going to come inside you, Love, and then I'm going to bite you right here. Yes?"