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Athon and Jezzie had stopped what they were doing to look at them. Athon bit down on his lower lip then licked it. Jezzie couldn’t see much but her parted lips, heavy breathing, and the intensity of her eyes said she liked it.
He leaned forward and brushed the hair back from her shoulder. Tender kisses trailed along her neck, and as he lined himself up and pressed into her tight hole he took her earlobe between his teeth and whispered, “Relax, a stór. We’ve got you. Good girl, that’s it. Take it all, every last inch. Feel my balls against your pussy. Soon you will be so full of cock and cum you’ll be dripping with it. Just think. Athon and Roth are going to take turns stuffing your tight little pussy with their big, hard cocks, and I’m going to be able to feel them moving against mine as I fuck your ass. Would you like that?”
Between moaning and panting, Jezzie nodded frantically as Roth and Athon looked on. They looked at each other, as if seeking affirmation, and nodded as if agreeing they were alright with what was happening. Good, Nithe never wanted to come between them or their bond.
Once he was fully seated within her and he felt her body relax as she pressed herself further onto him, he thrust in and out a few times before rolling to his back and taking her with him. Her legs fell on either side of his. He moved his legs apart and bent his knees, spreading her wide and exposed her pussy and the sight of his cock buried deep in her ass.
Athon moved to press his cock into her dripping opening. She nodded as he checked she was ready, before he plunged in and took her hard and fast. Nithe was still, as still as he could be, teeth gritted and body tense as he fought the urge to thrust and parry with Athon’s cock. He could feel the hard, hot length moving through the thin barrier separating them, the piercing rolled and rubbed over him, and it felt so fucking good.
Jezzie’s internal muscles clamped down on them both as another orgasm ripped through her. She cried out their names and her moans faded into satisfied, incoherent mumbles. Athon went still, fighting the need to spend himself inside her. Not yet. Nithe smiled a wicked smile and lifted Jezzie’s hips slightly. He moved his cock in and out of her just a little bit, enough to elicit a strangled groan from Athon and for Jezzie to slam her ass back down on his length.
Nithe lifted Jezzie off him and moved them both to the couch. He sat down and pulled her back onto his lap as he entered her ass again. Legs spread to the side Roth took Athon’s place at her pussy, and Nithe almost came undone, again. They moved together, finding a rhythm that worked for them. Nithe reached around and played with Jezzie’s perfect clit, and breathy moans escaped her as she came again and again. His fingers brushed Roth’s cock as he slid in and out of her and their eyes locked momentarily. Until Jezzie pulled Roth down for a hungry kiss, bending him over herself and allowing Athon to position his already lubed cock at Roth’s opening.
Athon pushed into him and Roth tensed. Jezzie kissed him again and Athon ran his palms over his shoulders until he relaxed and widened his knees on the floor. Nithe held Jezzie up as he thrust his hips into her, Roth’s thrusts were driven by Athon, his cock slid with perfect friction against Nithe’s. Their moans, groans, and exclamations of ecstasy drove them on, fed their desire as much as the friction of their bodies, and filled the air.
Nithe felt his dragon break through his skin, scales covered his arms and his vision shifted, and his tongue became forked. He felt a sensation ripple through him, and he looked up. Energy shimmered out of him and above them all a swirling mass of green and gold performed a seductive and intimate dance with the red and black shadows coming from Jezzie and the guys. Without thought Nithe bit Jezzie’s shoulder, Roth leaned forward, over Jezzie and bit Nithe as Jezzie bit his arm, and Athon latched onto wherever he could on Roth.
As if struck by lightning a stronger link snapped into place, opening up thoughts, feelings, sensations. Jezzie’s pleasure became his, as did Roth and Athon’s, and his became theirs. An overload of sensation turned moans into almost animalistic sounds of passion and pleasure as the veil of individuality was ripped from them, and they fell into the abyss of ultimate satisfaction amid clawing hands, and biting teeth.
Sometime later they pulled apart and snuggled on the blanketed floor. Nithe couldn’t help but wonder if Roth had a washing machine, because they definitely needed cleaning later. As the air dried their sweat slicked skin and crusted their cum covered parts Nithe pulled some scrap of energy from deep within and rose to go start the shower.
Under the hot spray he stretched his sated muscles and worked out some kinks he hadn’t known he had. Jezzie wandered in, and he held her close as he gently washed her tender flesh, taking extra care to make sure she was okay. Athon and Roth entered the shower as he and Jezzie toweled off and headed out to reheat the long since cold breakfast. Thank fuck he’d had the foresight to turn everything off before all that started, or they’d have burned the fucking cabin down around them and probably not even have noticed.
Once dressed they cleared the sullied blankets and aired out the room from the smell of sex. Nithe decided to remake breakfast since the previous one was beyond repair and no longer edible. Except the bacon, which Jezzie wolfed down.
They ate in content silence. No one wanted reality to intrude on the moment. Eventually, they pulled the cushions off the armchairs and settled back in front of the fireplace to snuggle. Jezzie rested her head on Athon’s shoulder while wrapped in Nithe’s arms. Athon was similarly positioned in Roth’s embrace.
“So, what do we do now? Do we go home? Stay here? We can’t let her win.” Athon breathed into Jezzie’s hair as he spoke.
“We go back. I’m not going to hide from her or let her ruin my happiness any longer.” Roth sighed deeply. “So you finally figured out how to open the box, huh?”
“Actually, Jezzie did it,” Athon chuckled.
Roth blushed. “So, uh, um . . .” He went silent.
“Yeah, we found her letter . . . and yours.” Jezzie looked up at Roth with big doe eyes.
“And the rings,” Nithe added, his eyebrows wiggling as he looked over at Roth.
Roth looked away sheepishly.
“Did you mean it?” Nithe prompted.
“Every word.” This time Roth looked straight at him, then at Jezzie and Athon.
“Athon, I’ve wanted to marry you since marriage was created. Back then it wasn’t really done, but when it was, I knew you wouldn’t until we found our missing piece, pieces as it turned out. Jezzie, Nithe, I want you in my existence forever. So yes, I meant every word, and if I had the rings here with us now I’d ask you in a heartbeat to be mine. All of you.”
There was a knock at the door. They all jumped to their feet, weapons appeared as they moved into defensive positions. No one knew where they were. Was it Mara? As if she’d knock on the fucking door. Athon looked out the window and slowly opened the door.
“There’s no one there.” Jezzie looked out.
Nithe looked down at the door mat and bent to scoop up the carved wooden box which sat there. He turned to Roth and laughed as he tossed it to him.
“Looks like Leraie had something delivered to you.”
Without hesitation Roth dropped to one knee and opened the box. Four little bags fell into his palm and he asked the question they were never going to say no to . . .
“Will you all marry me?”
