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Byron stroked her back and down to her butt and thigh. “You will get the hang of it, just as we have reduced the urge to fight to get first rights to you.”
“There are rights? Should I sell tickets? Hold a raffle for body parts?” She leaned up on Denith and drummed her fingers on his chest.
She was starting to notice that they all had the standard alpha physiques, just larger, darker, with pointy ears and tough skin. “What kind of offshoot requires women who are over six feet tall?”
Teyval leaned forward and kissed her. “We do. We want warriors, partners, not pets. That isn’t to say that petite women aren’t cute, but the moment we see one of our own, we know what it is that we have been waiting for. The Elite are going to try and destroy us by destroying you, so you need to be strong, and we need to be strong.”
“Well, that isn’t horrifying at all.”
He smoothed hair from her face. “I hear you have already run into the Elite.”
“Oh. Yeah. Whiney little bitches.” She smirked. “Can’t even take some smothering and strangling.”
Byron chuckled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I knew I liked you.”
Denith started moving his fingers, and she was suddenly distracted. They dipped in, drew out, swirled up and around her clit, and then retreated back home. Air rushed out of her lungs as the cycle repeated.
She hissed at him. “Why are you doing that?”
“Well, you are new to this shape, your body isn’t fully as slick as it could be, and this is encouraging you to know that you get pleasure at our hands. Literally.” Denith’s voice was lazy, and she could feel his erection through his boxer briefs.
She felt her arousal building as she pressed her forehead to Denith’s chest, and the other two started a weird croon that rumbled into a purr that she felt in her skin and then muscle and bone.
Myrtle wanted her orgasm to be a small event. A gentle introduction. What she got was her body thrashing against Denith’s hand and the bodies of the other two. The surge of hot slick out of her was a shock. Denith groaned and arched up against her as something wet and hot coated where they joined.
“Ah. Apologies, Myrtle. I didn’t think I would, and then I did.”
She sighed. “Can you move your hand? I think I need to wash up.”
Byron said, “If you need to wash every time you get cum on you or in you, you are going to spend half your life in the bath.”
“You guys can’t work a condom?”
Teyval said, “Normally, yes, but not during your heat. It will be difficult to concentrate.”
“So, it’s gonna get messy.” She nodded. “Sure, I know that. It only makes sense. I am gonna need a minute.”
She wiggled against the hands still touching her, and they let her go. The sun was down and the moon was high as she went to the bathroom and took stock of the mess she had made of herself. Denith had caused a white patch that started drying on her belly, but she finally looked around and peeled off the pyjamas for a huge robe hanging on the back of the door. She soaked and scrubbed the sleep shirt. Wringing it out and hanging it over the shower rod, she finally cleaned herself.Gah. That’s a lot of slick.The hospital had told her she had the glands, but she hadn’t believed it until the splashdown.
Myrtle finished getting cleaned and wrapped up, and then she shuffled into the other room, where they were changing into their regular clothes.
Denith was into his slacks already and came up and apologized. “I am sorry. We weren’t supposed to play like that.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “I made a mess.”
All three froze. Denith rubbed her arms. “You just got slick. No one here will complain about that.”
She looked at him with her jaw set. “I will. I go my whole life with very little substances oozing out of me, and today, it was high tide. I am adjusting to it, and I will complain about it until then.”
Denith leaned down and kissed her. “Fine. We will tell you you are pretty or gorgeous or a good omega, and you can tell us to fuck off.”
She grimaced. “My normal move for flirting is a hard upward knee.”
Teyval chuckled. “We will take that under advisement.”
Byron smiled. “It will let me hone my reflexes.”
Denith kept his hand on her chin. “Are you hungry?”
