She kisses me back with every ounce of greed I feel in my soul. A burst of sweet, a hint of floral. Divine. The two of them together taste divine.
I wrest my cock from her breasts and stroke, once, twice, until my seed joins the mixture coating her.
Thoroughly marked, she is beyond words, incoherently babbling while drinking from Vulf’s slowing stream. I lick up his shaft, down, swallowing a few gulps of his delicious nectar before returning to her chest for more of their divine combination of flavors.
Vulf’s thighs tremble, his voice hoarse from howling. I detangle from them and retrieve a washrag. When I return, Vulf still has his hands on the mirror like a good little pet, with a writhing mate between his legs.
“Clean her up, my love. For her face,” I pass him the rag. “Use your tongue for the rest. Poor dear, she’s very needy right now.”
He wastes no time, kneeling to scoop her up with one arm, wiping the cum from her face with the rag. He quickly gets towork, making his way to her center. At the first lick of his long, rough tongue against her weeping pussy, she comes undone.
What a spiritual sight.
It isn’t my first time witnessing Terra orgasm. Only the first time it has happened here, in my home, under the blissful tongue of my mate.
Perfection.
“Fu-uu-uuck.” Terra buries her hands in Vulf’s fur and pulls him down for a snuggle, which he provides while carrying her to the bed. Her eyes flutter shut.
“The transformation will exhaust her. Hold her while she sleeps, and then I believe it’s time for a tour."
“Cloud style?” Vulf asks brightly.
I nod. The playful spirit in my big, fluffy beast always enjoys a scenic ride.
“I’ll prepare. Keep her safe.”
“Always.”
Chapter Nine
Vulf
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Mine. My mate.
Terra’s warmth feels second nature now, like she’d always been here, snuggling into me with her naked body. She’s so warm. Not like Azuran, who runs cold, sometimes like crystal to the touch, all firm, faceted angles.
Terra is plush and malleable. Her warmth seeps into me, her curves snug against my fur, right antler tucked under my arm. I can smell us on her, Azuran’s scent like fresh mountain air and my rainy one, lingering.
My mate.
We couldn’t tell her that yet. We’d been lucky so far, not scaring her away. Thank the elements Azuran is the brazenmotherfucker he is, for if he hadn’t started things up when he did, I’d still be dying under her scrutiny.
Fuck, the noises she’d made while drinking my seed…those sounds are branded in my memory for life.
I’m not sure how long we lay like that. Azuran returns in a crisp suit that cuts low on the neckline and hugs his muscular form, carrying a tray of meat and cheese that I know he’d arranged himself. In our early years, I used to wonder why he didn’t have a team of professional staff under his employ, being the air god of Aeros. Eventually, I came to understand the isolating factor of being an only.
The only godchild of the air elementals still living. The only were-rainwolf in existence. And now, the only known Vitalis. What a trio we made.
“What did you mean, that I’m as rare as a rainwolf?” Terra asks sleepily. Her heavy-lidded gaze follows Azuran into the room as he sets the tray down on the drink cart and rolls it to the bed.
Unsure if she would appreciate my closeness now that sexy playtime was over, I loosen my grip and attempt to put a sliver of space between us. Terra’s dainty fist clasps my scruff and holds firm. My heart pitter-patters like rain on the quartz skylight.
“Whoever snuck you into the human realm cared for you very much.” Azuran brings a cheese cube to Terra’s mouth, which she accepts, lips lingering around his fingers beyond what’s necessary. “You’re the first Vitalis in Eldrunna since the tragic forest fire.”
“Are you fucking sure?” Her tone is incredulous, but her hand drifts to her antler. She stares at the mirror like it owes her an explanation. A fair accusation. “I’m human. I’ve always been human.”
