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An awareness flooded her mind. They had told her in their oaths the most intimate terms of their bond. The mingling of their blood united them, she suspected on a chemical level, as each of her mates completed their mating pact. They were as connected to her as she was to them, ever seeking her as the twelve hands slid over her. The white slowly ebbed out her vision until she found herself staring blissfully up at her mates, their faces softened with their appreciation of her. Without quarrel between them, they stroked, licked, and nuzzled her until she tingled and burned with her desire. And how she ached! Her need pressed deeply through, unsatisfied with any touch until Rager’s bulk finally settled between her thighs, his dark fur blotting out all light around like a consuming void. All except the brightness of his four blue eyes glowing down at her. She read possession in the depths of his gaze, and a hunger that matched her own, demanding to be satisfied. His lips pulled back fiercely from his teeth, but she was unafraid. She felt her pussy spasm at his ferocity as her core became molten with her heightened need. She was unafraid because she knew he would never hurt her in his domination.
But he would make her crave it.
The others continued to stroke her as he pinned her arms with one pair of hands, his second set bracing at either side of her, the soft fur of his tail dragging up her leg. She felt the blunt edge of his primary cock as it slicked through her folds. The tiny beads of flesh along its surface stimulated her, bringing fresh bursts of wetness, but no more so than the ruffles at its head that seemed to suck and pull at her clit as they dragged over it.
The simple contact had her body strung tighter than a priest’s harp and sweat beaded her quivering skin at the gentle nudge of his cock at her opening. Untried as she was in carnal ways, apprehension sparked beneath the flush of pleasure, dimming her desire. Although she was eager to feel him press into her, and truthfully hungered for it, she had no control over the fear that washed over her.
Rager inhaled deeply and paused, a soothing rumble echoing from his chest.
“Do not fear, rya. We will never hurt you. If we must move slower or stop altogether, we will do what needs to be done and try again. You have control over this first mating,” he murmured, the tip of his claw drawing small circles on her hip.
His words settled deep into her and, as her body relaxed trustingly, Arie thighs tightened on his hips in a silent signal to proceed. Taking his cue from her as promised, Rager pushed forward, the broad edge stretching her uncomfortably as it passed through her barrier. The pain lasted only a second before pleasure shot through her at the first feel of the ruffles on the slope of his cock’s head caressing her channels.
Rager held perfectly still, giving her time to adjust to him as the fullness of him buried deep within her made her moan. He ignored her whimpers of surprise at the new sensations rushing through her, but it was the subtle shifting of her body with eager pleasure that gave him the cue move once more. He began pushing relentlessly forward with shallow pumps of his hips. He was burrowing deep within her to places never before explored, leaving Arie feeling completely raw and exposed with every thrust. Before she understood what was happening, her muscles spasmed around him, clenching upon his shaft deep within her as her fingers dug deep into his fur. She cried at the shock of it as it rode through her, tearing the world away as everything fragmented around her in starry bliss. Yet she felt cherished too. Rager curled his large body around her as if seeking to hold her to him so that her soul couldn’t get lost along the way. He held her tightly to him, love gleaming in his eyes, mere seconds before the bulbous protrusion near the base of his cock slipped inside her, linking them together.
Rager released a low groan, followed by the harmonic moans of his triad brothers, and Arie became aware of them pushing closer to her, their bodies shivering with desire.
“By the Blessed Mother, hurry up!” Warol complained. Both of his cocks were swollen more than she recalled seeing them before, weeping blue precum from their purplish-blue heads. His arousal looked near painful as he patiently waited for his turn.
Arie stilled as she felt a cock brush her ass. It was not entirely unexpected since she was well aware of how they were equipped, but that didn’t stop apprehension from flooding through her. Rager rumbled lustfully in her ear, his weight pinning her and the soft fur on his belly and chest gliding against her skin erotically. He moved his hips slightly so that his secondary cock tapped insistently at her back passage, silently promising pleasure he still had to teach her, and she shivered with a moan.
“Do not worry, rya. We will take it slow. I won’t chance hurting you. I don’t have it within me to be slow and careful at this time, so it is best to wait,” he admitted, hissing a breath between his teeth.
He withdrew as far as his mating bulge would allow, the tiny beads of his cock and the ruffles of its head stimulating here before he pushed forward again, filling her to the brim. Arie felt her body stiffen and then go completely lax as she was flooded with overwhelming pleasure.
She was aware of his fur brushing her hips with every surge into her depths, the pressure from his swollen bulge rubbing with every move even as it anchored him within her. Arie’s eyes nearly crossed when his tempo picked up, the pressure of his body pushing her into the furs as he rutted into her. Pleasure coiled inside of her, pushing him into one orgasm after another. He roared as his cock spewed within her, triggering another orgasm in her, that carried her with a powerful ferocity.
She half expected him to withdraw then, having found his own completion. To her surprise, he didn’t and couldn’t even if he wanted to. The swollen knot of his shaft was still lodged within her. If that bothered him or inconvenienced him in any way, he didn’t show it. In fact, he seemed to relish it. His hips pumped, grinding into her erratically within the limited range he was capable of while tied to her but when his hips jerked, the unexpected happened. He somehow pulled out just enough at the right angle that when he instinctively pressed forward into her again, his other member pressed into her ass before her body even climbed down from its heights.
Arie cried out at the invasion and then, minutes later, she shouted her pleasure once again when she tipped over the edge of another orgasm by the wild snap of his hips against her. She felt truly shattered in the best possible ways, held together only by the force of her mate’s presence as he arched over her. The beads on his secondary cock rippled through her like shifting pebbles with their strange vibration until she threw her head back and screamed as he roared his own completion, his primary cock releasing once more, deep within her.
Panting, she lay on the furs enjoying the attentiveness from her mates as they stroked and nuzzled until Rager’s cock at last deflated and he was finally able to pull away. There was a wet gush between her thighs as his cock dislodged and slipped from her. He didn’t move far, however, and Arie’s lips curved in a satisfied smile at that realization. Rather than move away entirely, he merely made room for one of his triad brothers as continued to stroke her as if, even after all they’d done, he couldn’t get enough of her. She luxuriated in his touch and ran her fingers through his fur, needing to touch more of him still even as she felt another of her mates settle between her legs.
Arie looked down the length of her body at the male positioned there as Warol dropped over her. His yellow eyes gleamed down at her, and they held within them a hint of mischief buried beneath the burning inferno of his lust. He shivered over her as if his desire threatened to destroy him, but his hunger made itself known then as his tongue flicked over his fangs. She wasn’t sure what she expected as she watched the sinuous lap of his tongue, but it wasn’t for him to demonstrate a sudden show of affection. He leaned forward to nuzzle her, his muzzle brushing along her jaw and cheek in the process. He pulled back only for a moment to deliver a playful nip between her breasts before returning to a loving exploration of her face. Despite how much she sensed his need raging beneath the surface, Warol seemed to control the fervor of his own desire enough to appreciate her body, his tongue dragging down her neck and over each breast before he sucked one nipple at a time into his mouth.
She groaned, her skin burning from the teasing until she twisted beneath him and couldn’t stand it anymore, but he never relented. With slow deliberation, she worked one hand free, stroking it down his back until she was able to wrap her fingers around the base of his tail. His eyes widened seconds before she gave it a sharp squeeze and tugged it. Warol pressed his face into her shoulder and moaned, his entire body racked with shudders.
Unlike Rager, he didn’t slip in slowly. With a rough jerk of his hips, Warol buried himself within her channel in one motion. He remained in place for a moment, his body quivering like a taut string. For a moment she imagined that she could take control and be the mistress of his desire, but his lips pulled back from his teeth in a savage grin.
“You might want to hold on tight,” he rasped, and she understood it for the warning it was—and the only one she was going to get.
Arie buried her fingers in his fur, clinging to him for all she was worth as he jumped to a demanding pace, his primary cock rutting into her with savage efficiency. The claws of his lower hands braced at her hips and dug lightly into her flesh leaving stings not far from where one of her mates had bitten her. The pressure didn’t hurt but thrilled her, setting her nerve endings on fire. He bit down on her shoulder, holding her firmly in place as he ravaged her first with one cock, and then with the other the minute the first slipped free, each of his cocks exploring her sex liberally in alternation. He was like an explosion of passion, and Arie was the passenger flying up to the heavens with him.
His body replete, he collapsed against her. His large frame shuddered as she stroked over his wide ribcage and the solid muscles of his back, following the line of his fur and the plating over his spine. Arie wrapped her arms around him as he clung to her, shaking from the intensity and from the release of his pain and anger at the culmination of his passions. He gave all of himself in her arms and she gave him all that he needed.
The pull away was gradual, but when it happened, she almost didn’t recognize the male whose entire expression was now worshipful and conveyed a happiness she’d never seen from him before. He leaned forward to nuzzle her jaw again, his passion-roughened voice whispering thanks to the gods coupled with sweet endearments to her. When he finally turned her over to Kyx, he did so in a relaxed manner as he shifted to her other side, opposite of Rager, so that the latter male could take his place.
Not that he was any less than the other two. Far from it.
When Kyx looked down at her, it was not with Rager’s domination, or Warol’s brute playfulness, but with utter devotion. His fingers stroked down her face and neck, curving around the orbs of her breasts to play with her nipples only momentarily before continuing their exploration. It was as if he was mapping her and therefore left no place unexplored.
He teased her in this manner, slowly drawing her body into experiencing heights of new passion with each caress from his hands and each stroke of his tongue against her flesh. Each touch was just as welcome, wanted, and needed as the next. Arie surrendered to them eagerly, wanting to hold that pleasure to her for as long as possible. When his tongue explored her cunt, however, she flew apart at the slick intrusion, her cries mixing passionately with his moans as he lapped at her juices with voracious hunger. Arie knew it was stimulating his own arousal by the way he was thrusting his hips against the empty air with every flick of his tongue, his cocks hanging heavily between his legs and dripping long ropes of precum down their lengths. She hungered for them, wanting his cocks to fill her with his release. She cried out and begged until he climbed on top of her and thrust into her with an undeniable urgency, their bodies colliding together in frantic need as they rode the wave of their pleasure together, seeking that ultimate culmination to ignite through them and join them together within each other’s arms.
She whispered pleas for him to increase his pace, to push harder, and he obliged her every request. Even after his primary cock had slipped from her, he rose to her demands with his secondary member, thrusting wildly into her with a snarl, bringing her closer to the edge of her carnal abyss. She floated on a tide of pleasure that crested like breaking water over the sharp collision of their bodies. There she trembled, her thighs tightening around him as she was swept even higher until she was trembling like a leaf second before she hit her final climax with him.
His amber eyes stared down at her in wonder and love before he shifted around to settle beside her hip, his tongue lapping at the combined essences dripping from her. He was soon joined by Rager and Warol, and all three slick tongues worked together to lap up every trace of their desire. Only when not a single drop remained did they at last settle around her and crowd in close, their breaths rushing out in content rumbles.
Arie lay there between them some time later, her fingers stroked through their fur. It was done and there was no going back. And for once she had not a regret or even a worry about what the future held. She had her mates and that was enough. It was everything. She was so happy, in fact, that she was certain that she was still smiling when sleep finally claimed her at last.
