16. Pietro

16

PIETRO

A lé’s big hand strokes to the tip of my cock and squeezes, sending heat spearing through my core and down my spine.

The centaur glances over at us for the first time and jerks his head. “Step back a bit.”

We shuffle backward, although Alé never stops tugging my dick. Instead, he encourages me to rest my weight against him as he holds me up and jacks me off. It feels too good, and I groan. But then the centaur bunches his weight to his hindquarters. He lurches forward and rises high above the mounting block, his cock bobbing close to Valentina’s pussy.

He rests his forefeet on two wooden blocks to keep his weight off her as an attendant joins us on the altar. Fascinated, I stare at the way he positions himself as I unzip my pants and place my hand over Alé’s while he jacks me with slow, hard strokes.

The centaur closes his eyes, head falling back as the attendant grabs his bobbing cock and guides it between Valentina’s thighs. She gasps as he nudges into her, back arching as she reaches above her head to clutch two handles sewn into the leather bench. His mouth drops open as he arches his back, his cock filling her so full, the tip is visible through the taut skin over her belly.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Alé grinds out, his grip on my cock growing hard to the point of pain. “Look how big his dick is, filling our pretty little woman. Think she loves it?”

I can’t find an answer as precum spurts from me in hot jerks.

The centaur teases in and out of our mate until he’s seated fully inside her, his dick visibly twitching and flexing inside her body. He lets out a soft, worshipful noise, running both hands through his long hair before pulling out of her. From his position, he can’t see her buried under the horse half of his figure, so I wonder what he’s thinking about as he fucks her?

Then Alé reaches down and slides two fingers behind my sack, playing with the sensitive skin there as he brings his free hand to my shaft.

“I want to suck you off,” he growls into my ear. “But I don’t want to miss a second of this.”

“I want to bite her and you,” I admit, “but I can’t reach her.” I remove his hands from my pants and grab his jeans, hauling him in front of me. Yanking his shirt off his shoulders, I revel at popping buttons and tearing fabric before sinking my fangs into the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

When I pierce a vein and suck, he groans, grinding his ass against my throbbing, aching cock. In front of us, the centaur rhythmically fucks Valentina, whose body jerks and writhes on the bench as he builds her pleasure.

Alé grunts, letting his head fall to one side as blood dribbles down the front and back of his neck. I release the bite and lap at it before biting another place and another and another. It’s so damn hot, watching that big dick saw in and out of her, pressing against her from the inside out. Knowing he’s hitting her G-spot with every thrust has me ready to explode.

My mate groans, his tone needy and low as I find another spot under his ear and sink my fangs in again. He reaches down and pulls his cock out, jerking it with both hands while I suck his blood.

The bond with Valentina is tense with pleasure. She’s so close to coming, focused on that enormous dick and sending love to us all at the same time.

My body tenses as Alé’s breathing goes shuttered and halting. He’s about to explode. I infuse my venom into the bite, and he jerks, crying out as his muscles flex and pop. As he comes on a keening cry, Valentina looks over at us, eyes rolled into the back of her head, although she tries to focus. She snarls watching Alé, and then a giant swell of lustful bliss fills our bond, crashing through her in a wave of pleasure so intense, it sparks my orgasm, and I spurt hot seed all over Alé’s back, roaring into the bite.

Sound muffles, and my vision blurs, white eyelids flashing over my eyes as everything narrows down to my mates and the sheer pleasure coursing through us. More seed shoots down my shaft, coating Alé’s skin as orgasm tears through me like a train.

Moments turn to a minute, maybe longer before ecstasy fades, and I’m left trembling, breathing hard into my mate’s neck. The centaur still thrusts slowly in and out of Valentina, seed dripping from her like a leaky faucet. The ground beneath the bench is covered in cum. She made him come too—hard, from the looks of it.

He pulls out of her but shimmies enough to bring his cock to rest on top of her clit. A few more hard thrusts drag his enormous length along her most sensitive spots. He groans and closes his eyes as I wrap a hand around Alé’s torso, gripping his throat. His heart races, delicious blood coursing through his veins from the orgasm and watching our mate be taken so deeply.

An attendant appears on the other side of the centaur, clearing his throat and speaking low. “We have more guests, sir. Can we wrap this up?”

The centaur’s lips curl back into a snarl, but eventually, he sighs and crawls carefully off the mounting block.

Alé and I stand fascinated, watching the process. I don’t need attendants to help my woman off the mounting table, but I sense in our bond that she isn’t done.

Covered in sweat, nipples still pebbled, she sits up and shifts onto her knees, rising so she’s nearly at face height with the centaur. She reaches up and strokes the backs of her knuckles along his jawline. The male’s pale lashes flutter against his skin as he closes his eyes and sinks into her touch.

Heat swirls through me, pleasure building again at how fucking sensual she is. A goddess among vampires. Alé moans.

Valentina smiles at the enormous male. “That was absolutely lovely. Thank you for the gift of your pleasure.”

He takes her hand and turns it over enough to kiss her palm, never looking away from her. “Find me any time, little one. That was…exceptional.”

The idea of her coming here to be fucked by him some other time makes me want to never leave. I want to see every orgasm she ever has. I want to watch her tease him in other ways. I want to come back and do this again and again.

Valentina rises to a stand and leans forward, pressing her plump lips to the centaur’s cheek. He tenses, surprised, but then softens into her touch. A quick tug at our bond tells me she’s ready to go. I push Alé forward, and he understands, crossing the altar with his pants half off to swoop Valentina into his arms. I reach down and pull his pants up as she tucks her head beneath Alé’s chin and hums happily.

Ruby eyes come to mine. “What else do you want to do, mate? There are endless possibilities.”

“Home,” I grit out, realizing I want to be in our bed. I look up at Alé.

He smiles. “I will never complain about being home in our bed. Let’s go.”

I gather our discarded clothing, dipping my head at the centaur as I descend the altar. His pale eyes follow me as I leave his scene.

Meeting my mates at the entryway, I hand them their clothing so we can redress to go outside. The weather here is distinctly colder than Ever, and while I love it, I don’t want my cock exposed to it.

It seems like mere minutes pass until we’re back at Valentina’s small apartment. It’s small but cozy, and not as sparse as I’d have thought for a workaholic. Opening the door for Alé, who insisted on carrying her all the way home, I scent the air. So much sex and blood. It’s delicious, and I’m ready for more, but my mate is asleep in Alé’s arms.

He casts me a quick glance as he sails through the door. “Think she’ll want a quick bath?”

I return the look. “Or do you want to lick centaur cum from her pussy to wake her up? Because I think I want to do that…”

His second eyelid flashes over his eyes. “That,” he grits out breathlessly. “I want that.”

Valentina doesn’t stir when we reach the bedroom and Alé sets her carefully down on the bed, nestled in the middle among silken sheets. A giant window takes up the whole back wall of her bedroom, giving us a beautiful view of a snowy midnight sky.

After shedding my clothes, I dip onto the bed and reach beneath Valentina, tugging the corset off her.

“Leave the skirt,” Alé commands. “That skirt is fucking hot.”

“Agreed,” I murmur, running a hand up her cum-covered thigh to reveal her pussy.

Alé joins me, sniffing the air as we lean in close to examine her. Her pussy lips are pink and swollen, covered in creamy white cum and looking so perfectly used. My balls fill painfully. I need to come again, and there’s nothing like oral to get me primed. Dipping low, I slick my tongue up her channel, swirling the tip around her clit.

Valentina moans softly but doesn’t wake. I know from centuries of experience, though, that she loves to be woken with oral. So I growl softly into her pussy and lick again.

“Lift her ass,” Alé demands. “I need space.”

Sliding both hands under her ass, I prop her up and focus on spearing her channel with my tongue. The taste of the centaur’s cum mixed with her bliss has me thrusting against the bed for friction. Alé moves to her opposite side and brings his mouth down over her clit, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks.

Heady need fills our bond as she wakes and moans, taking in the sight of us.

“More,” she commands. “Harder.”

I reach down and use the sticky centaur cum to play with her ass until I can get two fingers in. Stretching and thrusting, I continue lapping at her channel as Alé sucks and licks at her clit. She grunts and arches, her body asking for more until Alé and I are in a near frenzy, eating her with rough, hard strokes.

Valentina’s muscles begin to tremble, her movements going jerky as her cries go louder, more desperate. Alé cries out, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue as I finger her ass. When she explodes, she squirts, covering us both in her pleasure as orgasm racks her body hard. She claws at the sheets and screams our names over and over, desperate pleasure yanking our bond tight.

It’s a near physical tug on my sack, which fills as my cock bobs against my thigh. I need to come again, hard and inside my woman.

The moment her orgasm fades, I slap her ass, filling my hand with as much as I can grab. She yips and snarls, glancing down at me, eyes flashing with desire.

“Get on top of him,” I command.

Alé flops to his back and reaches for her, pulling her to straddle his cock. In a swift move, he guides himself into her pussy and lets out a guttural groan.

“Fuck, Pietro, she’s so godsdamned wet.”

I run a hand up her spine to grip her neck, bringing my chest to her back. “I’m going to slide inside you with our mate,” I murmur into her ear as her head lolls against me. “I want to feel his cock pulse and throb when he comes. We’re going to fill you like that centaur did. I want you dripping with our pleasure, understand?”

“Yes,” she moans.

We’ve taken her like this before, but being in her pussy together requires plenty of prepwork given our relative sizes. But since she took the potion for the centaur, she’ll be ready for us fast.

Alé knows what to do, so he brings his legs close together so that I can straddle them. Then he pulls her forward so her breasts smash against his stomach. He chases her mouth with his lips, kissing deeply as I stare at his cock inside her sweet pussy.

I can’t resist. Reaching down, I palm his sack and stroke the part of his cock that’s not inside her. He grunts and parts from her, groaning. I had intended to thrust into her immediately, but the sight of them connecting is too much. Bending all the way down, I lick a stripe up the base of his cock, all the way to her pussy, which gets a luxurious lick up and down. Their breathy sighs and soft grunts add fuel to the fire burning in my core. I go wild, biting and kissing and licking as Alé’s hips move. His hands come to Valentina’s upper thighs, and he rocks her with him, fucking into her.

I watch, fascinated as he pulls her nearly off him and then slams back inside, his thrusts going hard and deep. Gripping the base of his cock, I pull it toward me so she sits just above it. In a swift move, I swallow him whole, loving the way he jerks up to meet the heat of my mouth.

This new thing we’re doing where he and I enjoy one another is intoxicating. Through our new bond, his shock and pleasure stroke me. I lap at his slit, wrapped in his scent, her scent, and the centaur’s cum. It’s a delicious concoction I can’t get enough of.

Valentina shifts forward, showing me her gorgeous pussy as she kisses Alé, murmuring in his ear how deeply she loves him, how she’ll never let him go, how he’s always been hers.

Popping off his cock, I surge forward and bury my tongue in her pussy, her words faltering. I eat her until I can’t take it, and then I return to his cock and deep throat his length, growling as I release him from my mouth.

“Stop playing,” he growls, the rare command from him to me in the bedroom.

Rubbing his cockhead, I lick a few more times before guiding it back inside our mate. They both cry out as he sinks deep inside her. I debate if I want her ass or her pussy, but decide I need to feel him. Her pussy is perfection, but adding the feel of my dick rubbing against his is…heaven.

Sitting upright, I bring one hand to her hip and the other to the base of my cock. I slap her ass with it, her soft skin rubbing mine. Dragging my cock up the base of Alé’s, up and through her pussy lips, I tease them until she spits and hisses like a cat, glaring at me over her shoulder.

She’s needy in our bond, ready for us both, wanting more than this playful thing I’m doing.

Reaching down, I grip her ass cheeks and slide my thumbs inside her pussy, admiring her pink, cum-filled channel. Spreading her a little wider, I make a spot and notch my cockhead into it. Moving my hips carefully, I pant as the tip of my dick disappears into her, rubbing Alé as I go.

He grunts out a string of expletives as she sighs and falls fully forward on his chest. Burying her face in his neck, she nips her way along the strong column as I push deeper inside. The feel of my dick rubbing against his shaft is nearly enough to make me come. He’s so hot and hard and soaking wet. But her pussy clenched tightly around us is deliciously tight.

Gritting my teeth against the heat that streaks down my spine, I stare at where we’re both inside her.

And then I move.

With every drag of my dick out and thrust back in, Valentina tightens around us. Alé holds her hips tightly, fingers curled into her soft skin as centaur cum coats us both, wet, sloppy sounds ringing into the bedroom.

Lightning bolts zip to my sack as cum builds and heat eddies between my legs. I’m on the knife’s edge of losing my mind, every touch of Alé’s cock driving me insane. And every time I thrust inside her, it pushes Alé against her G-spot.

Valentina pushes upright, changing the angle of our fucking as she tries to rock her hips. “Harder,” she growls. “I need you wild, mate.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Placing my hand just above Alé’s on one of her hips and gripping her neck with the other, I punish her sweet pussy, my cock a battering ram shunting in and out of her with thrusts so hard, she nearly falls off Alé with every pass.

But our woman loves it rough, so I infuse my darkly dominant need into every punch of my hips until she’s screaming and strangling our cocks. Alé falls with her, bucking and groaning and gripping the headboard like he’s dying.

Orgasm hits me watching them, and I go wild, rhythm erratic as I fuck her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get a chance to, like I’m branding her pussy with my cock.

Over. And over. And over.

Hours later, Valentina’s curled around a pillow in bed. I sit in the window seat in her kitchen, staring out over the dark city. The falling snow is peaceful.

“I can see why she likes it here,” Alé says quietly, padding through the kitchen to join me. He sits gracefully opposite me, pulling one leg up to rest his arm on it as he looks out the window. After a few quiet moments, he looks at me. “I have all the faith in her, but you know I like a backup plan. Would you want to come here and start over if Evenia doesn’t agree to the portal station? I assume so, based on our earlier conversation.”

I sigh. This has always been the crux of our problem. None of us have ever wanted to be forced to give up our dreams. We’ve always hoped and prayed it would work out in the end.

Eventually, I shake my head. “We need another path, Pietro. We’re happy in Ever. She’s happy here. But…”

“I know.” His tone is soft, thoughtful. “It’ll crush me if she’s not successful. I’m on board with moving here if Evenia doesn’t approve the plan. I know it’s not what we want, but perhaps it could be short-term. Or we could split our time somehow.”

We’ve considered all of these options over the years.

“I don’t know if she’d let us,” I say with a huffy laugh. “She’s always been so adamant about us not giving up a single dream for her. Since we were young, we’ve always said that.”

“We wouldn’t do it without further conversation, obviously,” he says. “But I don’t think I can do this anymore. And now that I feel her in my chest, it’ll kill me when we leave…”

Focusing inwardly, I look for her like I’ve done for centuries. But this time, she’s there. Peaceful and safe and dreaming of something sweet. When we part from her, it’ll crush me, and I’ll feel her and Alé’s pain as well.

“You’re right,” I concede. “I’m going to assume she’ll be successful, because I believe, if anyone can be, it’s Val. But…” I trail off as I stare at my handsome mate. “If she’s not, we should tell her we’d like to come here, for real. We mentioned it earlier, but we should revisit it.”

Alé says nothing, eyes glittering in the darkness. But I sense his agreement and resignation in our bond. He doesn’t love that plan, and he doesn’t think she’ll love it either, but he believes it’s the right thing to do.

And when it comes to Valentina’s happiness, we will always choose that.