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Why, why did it have to be today, of all days, that she goes missing?
My jaw snaps, saliva dripping from between my sharp teeth as I soar over Linkon, sniffing for the scent I know to be hers. The floral notes drifting to me grow stronger as I leave the city, flying closer to the shoreline. It would appear she's over on Whitesand Bay, though I don't know of an enemy who lives out this way.
Another wave of desire courses through me as I think about my beloved, about taking her over and over until the beast in me is sated. It dulls my other senses, but now I can definitely scent her, can smell her intertwined with something salty and not entirely unpleasant. The heady aroma of her lust is overwhelming, a point I cannot contend as I lower myself to the sandy beach and prowl along it to where the taste of her arousal is strongest. My throat rumbles, vibrating against the growl building, ready to set free a roar when the halo of her hair comes into view.
What I'm not expecting to see is the merman she's clinging to, the purple hair cascading around her thighs as a face dives between her trembling legs.
"Raf-Rafayel!" Her cry is pained as she grapples against the man eating her out, and I pounce, ramming myself into him and dragging my claws along his tail to pull him away from her.
"Get away from my mate," I snarl in warning, my voice deepening with the roar threatening to make itself known. My tail swishes in the sand, agitated as I lock eyes with a face I think I've seen on the news before.
Rafayel.
Ah, of course. The artist.
I wonder if anyone else knew he was actually Lemurian?
"What the fuck are you?" Incredulity drips from his question as his head pings between me and my beloved. "Since when did you start dating a lizard?!"
"I'm a dragon." I push the words through gritted teeth, flapping my wings behind me. "And I need her."
"Yeah, well, so do I!" Something swirls from deep in the ocean's depths, storm clouds rolling in overhead, and I warily lower my arms, claws no longer extended in his direction. My eyes dart to where lightning strikes in the distance, and I gulp down my panic, hoping it doesn't show on my face; this man is powerful.
"Will the both of you STOP IT!" Hearing my beloved sound so angry isn't something I'm used to, whipping my head around to watch as she wobbles to her feet to push between us. She's walking like a new born foal, and I can only assume he's the reason for that. "Sylus, what are you doing here? And why do you look like that?" Pinned in her stare, my territorial instincts are replaced with lust once more, and I purr as I step towards her. Just the feel of her palm against my bare chest is enough to have my dicks responding, twitching now we have her attention.
"My dragon needed to see you. I usually hide him away, but when we're in rut, it gets harder to ignore." Feeling her fingertips skip over my scales on my arms pulls a satisfied rumble from deep within me, my dragon chuffing in contentment.
"You too, huh?" My eyes narrow, slanting sideways at the Lemurian lounging in the sand, tail dipping into the water.
"What are you on about?" My lip peels back in a sneer as I regard him, unwilling to admit just how pretty he is, that my dragon urges me to collect him the way we have our beloved.
"It would appear that your rut, and my heat have come about at the same time," Rafayel explains, far too calm given our situation. My gaze dips down his body, my dragon purring as our eyes peruse his lean, sculpted frame, the glittering scales decorating his skin, all the way down to the slit in his tail where his own two cocks protrude, glistening far too much for it all to be pre-come. Perhaps he secretes his own lubricant?
With a tilt of my head, I try to remove my focus from the two twitching lengths, but each time I try, my dragon forces my gaze back down to them, curious to know what they would feel like sliding against our own.
Share the mate.
As the thought worms its way into my head, my eyes grow wide, and I have to force my head to twist back to find my beloved. She's looking between us, more specifically our groins, with nothing but hunger in her stare.
"Now, there's a thought." By now, my flesh feels like it's on fire, like my dragon is trying to roast me from the inside out, with how much I desire to be inside my lover. The idea of being inside her alongside Rafayel has that heat sky-rocketing. "We could share you, kitten. You appear to be rather excited by that idea."
"What? I-" she splutters, a heat rising in her ears despite her protest. "No I don't!"
"You really need to stop lying, cutie," Rafayel teases, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he reaches out for her ankle to drag her back down into the sand. "We can smell it on you, how badly you want the both of us." The sight of the merman towering over her, pinning her beneath him, should fill me with rage. Yet, as my eyes sweep the length of him once more, appreciating the way the sunlight filters off his tail the same way fire does to my own scales, I'm overwhelmed by pure desire.
Rather than crowd her, I find a rock to sit on, not far away from the two of them, spreading my legs wide as my balls throb between my thighs, my cocks now completely out of their sheaths desperate for attention.
"Now, where were we?" Rafayel taps at his bottom lip, my gaze snagging on how pillowy and plump it is, eager to see it bitten red by my own lips and teeth. "Oh, I remember. I was trying to pull a third orgasm from you. Since the dragon interrupted, I guess we'll have to start again from one."
Oh, we like that idea.
Watching as he slides down her body, mouthing at her naked form until he reaches her pussy, my nose twitches, seeking out the tell-tale signs of her body giving in, her need overriding all other thoughts until she sighs, sinking into the sand as Rafayel groans against her leaking cunt. With my senses heightened in this state, I can hear the way he laps at her, every obscene sound as he swipes his tongue over her, sucks her clit into his mouth. With each new sound added to the symphony playing on this private beach, my cocks leak, throb with need as my beast tries to take over, urges us to her to find our own pleasure.
Her head rocks against the white-gold sand beneath her, eyes pinging until they lock with mine, and she's reaching for me. I track the way her chest rises and falls, back arching as a cry pierces the air, and Rafayel doubles-down on the spot he's found. His fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs as he feasts, my dragon rumbling in contentment to see him working so diligently to please our mate. I kneel next to her, hands brushing over her breasts as they're shoved towards me, encouraging me to play.
I'm not expecting the pressure around the base of one of my cocks, the squeeze around my knot as she peers at it in wonder, mouth parted, and short, sharp breaths leaving her. She groans, loud and long as her back bows, body pressed firmly into my touch as I reach out and pinch her nipples, adding a touch of pain in with the pleasure of her riding out the first orgasm.
"I can't, I can't," she chants, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she shakes her head back and forth. "Rafayel, I won't be able to come again. I'm too sensitive."
"Yes, you can," we both growl at the same time, eyes finding each others in shock. Clearly, we both know how to play her body until she's sobbing. I move until my knees are either side of her head, facing towards the enchanting creature awash in shades of turquoise and violet.
"Let's see if distracting you works." She can no longer see passed the dicks in her line of sight, but I know that she's snapped her attention to me, listening intently to my words that we both know she'll follow. "Be a good girl and stick your tongue out. Focus on my pleasure instead of your own." The first lap of her pink tongue against my length has me clenching my jaw, not expecting her to be so eager considering what we're about to do to her body.
"Thaat's it," Rafayel coos, his hands smoothing up and down her legs over the points he's dug his nails into, massaging gently against the bruises forming in her skin. "Lick all over that gorgeous cock of his, see how much of it you can suck into your mouth while you squeeze at his knot. Focus on Sylus, cutie." Something passes between us when he looks back at me, an understanding, a bond that jumps from him to me, zipping through my limbs to my chest.
Impatient to taste me, her head arches back, pushing at an awkward angle until her lips close around the tip of the cock she's been paying her attention to. The bite of nails dig into my ass cheeks as she encourages me to thrust into her mouth, to take what I want from her as her tongue's attentions stay on running over my crown. Careful not to stick her with my claws, I lace my fingers together behind her neck, cradling her head to keep her suspended without having to take the strain of the uncomfortable positioning. When she moans around my cock, the vibrations running up my shaft and making me leak more than I already am, I force her to take more, roll into her open maw until I can see the way her throat bulges, already so well-trained to deep-throat that she barely pauses before she's swallowing around me, throat constricting to provide waves of intense pleasure that have me wanting to spill over.
When hands wrap around my exposed length, one pumping and the other teasing my knot, it takes everything in me not to come straight away. Her small hands strangle the cock, and I feel like I'm on a hair trigger with every stroke into her throat, the way my pre-come leaks onto her face, dribbles with each pulsing contraction of her hand down onto her chest. The heat in me subsides as I mark her skin, my dragon settling now that she smells of me, of us.
I'm not sure if Rafayel makes it better or worse as he reaches up to her heaving tits and rubs the sticky fluid into her skin with his thumbs. Watching such elegant fingers splay over her torso, span such a length, has me growling, climbing closer to release as I come to the realization that I want to watch him own her, for the both of us to smear our come into her skin, fill her up until it's leaking from her, to see our combined efforts made real.
"Such a good girl for us, kitten." My chuckle is evil as her whimper reaches my ears, a pitiful noise that strains her throat, forcing her to gag around my length. From the sounds of things, Rafayel's impatient to see her come again, lapping at her like a man parched, an arm disappeared from her leg to pump his fingers into her. "You can come for us again, can't you? We know you're nowhere near your limit, so why don't we see just how many we can pull from your body?"
One second, her hand is pumping up and down my shaft, and the next it's burrowed in Rafayel's hair, pulling and gripping to the point it forces an involuntary grunt from the Lemurian. With one of my dicks buried in her throat, she can't scream as the next orgasm crashes into her, can only moan low, a sound ripped from her chest as I still inside her, adoring the way everything contracts around me, pulses enough to have me pulling back and working my own fist over the length. With it coated in saliva, it only takes a few pumps of my hand before I'm spurting all over her face and her chest, my dragon inside me roaring in triumph.
I'm not expecting Rafayel to travel up her body to lick it up. Though my rut makes it so I have very little time before one orgasm and the next time I get hard, seeing the merman tasting me on her has my dick hardening in seconds, rather than minutes.
"You taste good on her." His eyes glitter as they meet the look of shock on my face, an impish grin taking over his features as he swipes his tongue over her nipple, devouring every drop of semen on her body. Where I'm unable to respond, unable to move, I sit back on my heels. Though I can hear my beloved gasping down air, it's barely audible over the blood rushing in my ears. While I'm aware of Rafayel sliding into her, all I can think about is returning the favor somehow.
"I hope you don't mind me taking her first?" Piercing eyes that blaze like a sunset catch me watching his every move, each undulation of his tail as he sets a torturous pace for our mate. With a shake of my head, I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, worrying at it in an attempt to reboot my brain, to hopefully spur myself into action. Every word out of Rafayel's mouth sets off these little pings of awareness. "Only, where I produce my own slick, I can open her up for us, get her ready for when we both take her at the same time."
A cry so loud I flinch snaps me out of whatever the fuck just happened to me. Our mate's back comes clean off the sand, hands reaching for whoever is closest, nails dragging along my forearm, scraping at my scales and sending another zing of sensation through me straight to my balls. Instead of focusing on the merman, I'm brought back to ensuring the comfort of my beloved, taking care to distract while Rafayel pushes his second cock into her ass, opening her gradually. It doesn't take long for her to be pushing back into his thrusts, to beg for him to fuck her properly. She's always been a needy thing, and it's nice to see that she's so honest with us during sex, that she doesn't hold back from telling us what she needs.
"If I fuck you any harder, I'm going to come, cutie." He's panting, red in the face with sweat dripping from his temples. The sight of him like this has the breath in my lungs catching, wanting to soothe his overheated skin with my hands, to calm him with kisses to his neck. His strained groan has me twitching in response. "I was trying to hold out long enough to have you coming around my cocks."
Well, that's something I can help with.
With her head supported in my lap, my hands travel down her sides, claws teasing at her as lines of red blossom over her flesh, until they find her clit. Though I try not to catch Rafayel's length with my talons, they're too long to not graze at least sometimes, but I do my best to keep the circles around her clitoris small, contained, as I rub faster and faster over the sensitive nub. She practically wails when Rafayel picks up the pace, sees what I'm doing and pounds into her like he's desperate to chase his own end.
A part of me can't wait until that's me, burying my lengths deep into my beloved, hearing her hiccuping through her sobs as I take her apart until she's writhing. The other part is enjoying the show, loves watching the way the two periwinkle blue shafts glitter in the late-morning sun, glistening with the mix of his slick and her arousal as he pounds into her, drives them deeper and deeper until he's grinding at her on the inside, and my knuckles brush against oddly silky scales with each stroke to the hood of her clit.
"F-fuck, Rafayel, Sylus! C-Coming!" A debauched moan has me pressing harder with my fingers, wanting to draw out her pleasure for longer, to give Rafayel the chance to have her walls contract around him, to milk his orgasm from him.
"Shit." Until a puff of air hits my forehead, I hadn't known how close I was to the man, head lifting to peer up-close into those mesmerizing eyes. With pupils blown, mouth open and cheeks flushed, his brows arch into his hairline. It's a conscious decision when my digits slip from her clit to drag over the sides of his slit, massaging at the raised bump his dicks protrude from. My grin is downright filthy as I watch his eyes roll back in his skull, jerky convulsions overcoming his chest as he curls inwards, howls through his release.
The three of us are panting hard, the hush of breath not dissimilar from the way waves lap against the shore, when Rafayel finally pulls out of her. I'm back up by her head, swiping away hair from the perspiration on her temples, when the merman catches his breath enough to speak.
"You need to fuck her while she's still slick, Sylus. We're gonna have to keep her stretched open if we wanna work up to her taking all four at once." Dragging himself through the sand, he nudges at my shoulder, shoves even though I'm practically immovable in this form. It takes a few tries before I'm on my feet and stumbling down to where her legs are splayed open, completely boneless.
"Oh, that's a gorgeous sight." I snarl as my eyes peruse the mess left by Rafayel. His come practically overflows from her holes, both of which are still pulsing as if stuffed full, his green-tinted slick absolutely covering the crack of her ass. Everything's so pink against the fluid, I can't help but lean in and swipe my tongue through it. I lap at her pussy, grinning against her as she yelps and jolts against the sudden sensation. When I move back to suck at her asshole, tongue prodding its way inside, I groan at the salty taste of Rafayel dancing over my taste buds.
"You already look so fucking wrecked, kitten," I purr, grabbing at her ankles to pull her legs up enough I can slot myself beside her ass. My cocks rub at her, dragging my lengths against both of her holes as I enjoy just how slippery everything is. "Ready for another round?"
"Mhmm. Yes, please, Sylus." She's breathless as she peers down her body at where my dicks slot against her holes, the head of either cock already pressing enthusiastically inside her, relishing in the heat radiating from her body. As I sink in, that itch that's been building under my skin disappears, replaced with the overwhelming need to take. To mark her until she has no doubt in her mind I am her mate. Already, my scent is starting to mix with Rafayel's, pushing both inside her with the first roll of my hips, the first thrust into her tight heat.
"Fuck, it's like you were made for us, kitten. Our mate. Your body opens so easily for me, fits me so well." To prove a point, I keep pushing, slowly sinking in until my hips sit flush with hers. My eyes flutter closed as I let myself live in this moment, of how perfect it feels to fill both her pussy and ass, to seat myself inside her and grind as her walls instinctively clench around me. It feels incredible to have both inside her at once, and for the glide in to have been so smooth and effortless.
"You're going to take both of us, aren't you mate?" I punctuate my question with a sharp thrust, working my dicks into her over and over as she frantically nods her head. It's fascinating to watch Rafayel grow hard once more from beside her, the lengths sliding their way from inside that slit, hidden so well against his scales it would be hard to find with your fingers.
Perhaps we could find it with our mouth…
I hate it when my dragon gives me ideas I can't execute straight away. Now, my mouth pools with saliva at the thought of running my tongue over that slit, diving inside to coax him to full hardness, to taste more of that slick until it's dripping down my face. My pace falters, hips stuttering inside our mate as I envision doing just that. Except he's hard now, cocks standing proud as the woman between us licks at one, up and down the length of it as she tries to suck him into her open mouth.
"So fucking desperate for it, huh cutie?" I love the way his voice lilts, the teasing quality to it I can never hope to possess. "There we go. That's it, wrap your lips around my cock and let me use that pretty little mouth, good girl."
"Your mouth is filthy," I remark with a grunt, fucking up into her tight heat faster, harder, hoping to have her crying out around the shaft now occupying her mouth.
"Thank you," comes the breathless reply, pushed through a clenched jaw as he grinds into her mouth, the slick length of the other running the breadth of her cheek with each stroke.
For some time, we devolve into a heap of groans, of bitten-off curses, and salacious moans every time the two of us fuck into her at the same time, fill her completely at both ends. That seems to get the most vocal reaction from her. It isn't until I can feel my dragon pacing beneath my skin that I realize it needs more from this interaction. The intense need to own, to possess, to conquer comes rushing back, but I'm not sure why.
My eyes flicker over her form, looking for any way I can heighten the experience for her, to make her come completely undone, but her chest's already convulsing, stomach twitching with each drag of our fingers over her naked skin. So what more can I do?
"Uuaaahhh," the hoarse wail snaps my attention to Rafayel, his head thrown back, fingers tangled in her hair as she slurps noisily at his cock. While she has a hand on the neglected one, she's not doing anything, there's no stimulation there for him at all.
With barely a second to think through what I'm about to do, I lift her knees over my shoulders and bend her in half, lurching up the sand so I can get my mouth on him.
"Fuuuuuckkkk!" The salacious groan is like music to my ears, but I can't focus on it for long. My lips wrap around a head so slippery, I can barely get any purchase on it. My tongue is useless as it presses to the underside, gliding along the sensitive spot at the base of his crown with little to no friction. I wonder if he even feels it. As dainty fingers thread through my hair and tug, I listen for the words falling from his mouth. "Shit, Sylus, just like that. So close. So fucking close."
I can feel the way his cock throbs in my mouth, despite only paying attention to the tip. I'm determined to make him come before I do, wanting to watch as my seed leaks from our mate's holes.
My wish arrives quicker than I expected. One second, I'm laving my tongue all over the crown of Rafayel's cock, bathing it with my saliva until my mouth is full and wet; the next second, he's pulling me down the length of him, burying himself in my throat as he unleashes. Each time his body trembles, I can feel it running through me like an electrical charge, with each spurt of come down my throat energy zips through my limbs, drawing my own balls tighter, swelling with my release.
Pulling off of him with a gasp, I pummel into my mate, forcing her to take all of her weight on her shoulders as my skin slaps against hers, grunts and growls ripping from my chest as my orgasm rolls over me. I come on a roar, cocks pumping into her as I ride through it, the drag of her tightened walls urging more and more from me, to paint her insides until she's swollen with child.
We lay, once more, in the sand, panting and choking down air.
"How many orgasms is that now?" I ask on a gasp, flopping down on my back, an arm over my eyes to shield me from the sun. The heat definitely isn't helping how over-heated I feel. I can't quite work out if it's from my rut, or simply from the rather rigorous sex we've been having.
"Four."
"Six."
They speak at the same time, our mate cutting a glare Rafayel's way as he refuses to acknowledge the first two orgasms he managed to encourage from her. Chuckling, I settle myself back between her legs, eager to taste the combined release of the three of us on her. My tongue drags lazily through her labia, slow and gentle as she keens under my ministrations. Wanting to prolong this bubble of happiness the three of us have created, I'm in no rush to get the remaining eight from her, content to continue easing them from her body over the next twenty-four hours.
As the sun trails its path in the sky, we continue to take our mate apart. Between grasping hands, the smack of skin on skin, and the sound of her choking, we coax every ounce of pleasure from her trembling body. If we're not fucking her, one of us is forcing orgasm after orgasm from her with lips, and tongue, and teeth. Intermittently, we work to stretch her further, introducing fingers beside the cocks already buried in her willing body.
The first time we manage to push both our cocks into her pussy, she comes instantly, so overwhelmed she's shaking and sobbing as we fuck into her. She doesn't ask us to stop. Instead, I relish the feel of how easily our shafts glide against one another, the way Rafayel's hard head drags over each of the ridges in my dick, catching on each one and sending a shock through my navel down into my gut. His flesh is searing against my own, burning along the underside of my length with each long stroke against me. I'm unable to stop the way my eyes roll back, my dick twitching against his and pressing us firmer against her vagina walls.
The feeling of both of us flooding her channel, the mix of come coating each of our lengths, is a feeling I won't be forgetting any time soon.
By now, the sun sits low on the horizon, the sky awash with an orange that kisses at our skin, bathes both my beloved and Rafayel in a bronze that makes them shimmer. They both look ethereal as she leans against the Lemurian, hands seeking whatever skin they can reach, exchanging sweet kisses while they rest.
My dragon trills within me, the happiest I've felt in an extraordinarily long time. The noise sings through my skeleton, drills down to my very core and nestles there. My body no longer burns with the fire of my rut, mostly sated to the point we can take these breaks now without feeling the overwhelming desire to claim and mark, my beast no longer growling and foaming at the mouth. I'm under the impression that it's not simply her I was seeking out when this day started, but both of them.
"Sylus?" Her honeyed tone carries over the gentle breeze, wrapping around me like an embrace. Unable to deny her anything, I go to her, cradling her outstretched hand in my own as she pulls me in for a kiss, tongue brushing mine in a gentle dance. I breathe her in, that sweet scent of hers, now eternally entwined with the spice of my own scent, and the salt of Rafayel's. It feels so right, sitting here beside them, that I break away from her mouth and reach for the back of Rafayel's neck with my free hand.
Pulling him in, I search his face for any sign I shouldn't be doing this, that he's not on the same page as I am. In place of doubt, I'm given a smile that splits his face, making him shine even more than the setting sun, before his lips crash down on my own. He's licking into my mouth before I'm able to think, groaning against me as I rake my nails over his scalp, tugging at his hair as I angle his face, delving deep to devour the man.
With our mate between us, we're unable to get closer, our hips unable to roll against each other. We needn't have worried; she slinks down our bodies, chest in the sand as she takes us in hand, tongue dragging lazily along one of Rafayel's shafts as she plays. When her lips wrap around his tip, he sucks my tongue into his mouth, bobbing along it the same way she's doing to him, and I can't hold back the growl that rumbles from my throat.
I dive on him, rolling him beneath me as I straddle his hips, taking our poor beloved with us, throwing her around until she's on her knees behind us, hands still stroking over our lengths as I'm held above. Between the pressure of her fists wrapped around one of each of us, and the other two lengths gliding against one another, it's almost too much. Which is why, when she brings her mouth down on me, licking from my tip, along my balls and dipping behind them, I let out the most undignified howl as the wet muscle dips between my ass cheeks, licking through my crease.
"Fuck, kitten." Snarling seems to be my default with her tongue in my ass, massaging circles into it, prodding and exploring each time I relax enough to let the intrusion in. "You could have warned me you were going to do tha-at." I choke on my moan the moment she sucks at my pucker, burying my head in Rafayel's neck as he rolls his hips up into me, all four of our cocks slipping against each other as a new sensation burns through me. A level of want I've never felt before pulses through me as my body melts into Rafayel's beneath me.
"She's never eaten you out before?" Rafayel's tinkling laugh should make me bristle, but it really doesn't. It doesn't deter me as I feel the prick of nails in my ass cheeks as she spreads me open and dives into me, tongue working into my hole as she moans against my flesh.
"N-never." My stuttered moan is cut off as Rafayel takes my mouth again. Now, I'm being tongue-fucked on both ends, large hands grasping in my hair to pull my head back to its limits, feeling perfectly owned in this moment; they're both staking their claim, devouring me until all I can do is cling to Rafayel's arms and give in to the rising heat in my abdomen, the tightening of my body as I'm worked to orgasm.
"F-fuck, kitten, stop. Please, stop. I'm too close." I never thought I'd be the one begging during sex, nor to be begging for her to stop, but I want to be inside her again when I come. The moment she removes her mouth, I whimper, the pathetic sound low in my register, mourning the loss of her tongue.
In a great show of strength, Rafayel lifts me. Actually, truly lifts me into the air and lays me out beneath him the way he did with our mate this morning. With a playful smile teasing at the corners of his mouth, he gestures our beloved over, encouraging her to straddle my waist and sink down onto me. She's still tight enough to have me groaning as she drops down onto my cocks, takes them both so fucking easily now it takes no time for her to sit flush against my hips, rocking gently as her eyes flutter closed and a happy little sigh falls from her.
"Cutie, I need you to lie against Sylus while I do this, ‘kay?" With a nudge, she goes, presses her chest against mine, clinging to my shoulders as Rafayel rears up behind her. Watching him tower over the both of us, with the last of the sun's rays glowing around his outline and casting his long hair in shades of peach, I can't breathe. It only gets worse as I feel the heads of his cocks nudge up against her entrances, grazing along my own lengths as he sinks that first inch inside her.
Her breath catches, eyes flying wide as her mouth falls open on a silent scream. As Rafayel pushes further, her eyes roll back in her head, a trail of drool leaking out one corner of her mouth.
"Breathe, kitten." My arms reach up to soothe at her arms; I'm shushing her when a thin whine squeaks from her, body going lax. She droops against me as Rafayel works himself inside. Every drag of his cocks over mine has me seeing stars. Each time he retreats then pushes back in, working deeper inside, I'm unable to stop the groans he pulls from me, reveling in the delicious, heavy sobs our mate chokes out against my skin.
"Shit, cutie. You're doing it, you're taking all of us." Rafayel is breathless, arms straining as he struggles to hold himself upright. I watch the way his muscles bulge with effort, the tremble running the length of his elegant form as he forces himself still. There's sweat forming at his brow, now furrowed in concentration as he bites at his lip, these aborted little grunts making it between closed lips.
I can feel the moment his hips slide forward, barely at all, but I can feel him everywhere, the two of us surrounded by him; he can't hold still, and I don't blame him. Not when my brain is taken over by thoughts of tight, hot, wet. I'm going to guess it's the same for him.
"Tell us when we can move, kitten." My voice is wrecked, hoarse and rough as I struggle to stay still in the snug heat of her channels. It's a complete mind-fuck to be able to feel not only Rafayel's slick cock beside mine, but to feel the bumps of my other cock through a thin wall of membrane, barely separated, all creating enough friction to have my dicks throbbing in need.
"Do it," she whispers, sounding equally as strangled as the rest of us. "Fuck me, please."
The both of us unleash. Our hips snap against her, barely any rhythm to it as we struggle to find a pattern, which way to do it to have her moaning with abandon, to feel her nails dig into skin as she clings on for dear life. It doesn't take long to get her there, one of us stroking out of her as the other fucks in, never leaving her empty. My blood fizzes in my skin as our pace picks up, thrusting into her in short, sharp motions. Both of us are frantic, frenzied almost as we chase her release, waiting for the moment her muscles contract around us.
"Sh-shit," she mumbles, burying her face between my pecs, her breath panted against my skin until I can barely feel a brush of air. She's hardly breathing when I feel the first ripple of her channel around us. Looking up at Rafayel, the way his eyes narrow, the creasing of his brow as every muscle in his neck strains, I know he's thinking the same.
We don't stop, the beasts in each of us snarling and grunting as we pound into her, losing our rhythm as our mate shrieks between us. Rafayel reaches, hand stroking at her head before something in him snaps. One pull to her hair, her back arching, head snapping upwards, is all it takes for everything to tighten around us.
"Good girl, that's it," I coo, despite my teeth clenching and my grip on her hips hard enough my nails have drawn blood. "Come for your mates. Come on our cocks so we can breed you properly."
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." The chant comes from Rafayel, his eyes fluttering closed as he clenches his jaw.
"Shit, Sy, I can't. I can't do it anymore. It's too much." Tears spill over, tracking down her cheeks as she tries valiantly to shake her head while still in Rafayel's grasp.
"Yes you can," I warn, the growl barely suppressed as I pinch at her clit with my claws, graze over it lightly in an effort to coax that final orgasm from her. She curls over herself, an attempt to escape the inevitable as I run my nails up and down the hood of her clit, feeling her rippling erratically around us, the spasm of muscle pulling me closer and closer to release. "You're going to be a good mate and milk our cocks with that greedy cunt and your hungry ass."
She does just that. Unable to moan, she sucks in a breath as everything clenches around me, pressing the underside of my cocks into Rafayel's, as if feeling them rub together is what we need to send us over the edge. There's barely any warning of my orgasm, only a sharp stabbing in my gut and the rush of heat over my body. Where I had thought my balls were nearly empty, I can't stop coming as every kick of Rafayel's dicks drags another spurt of come from my own. By the time both of us have come down from our orgasms, we've pumped her completely full, so much that it's leaking from her and down our shafts into the sand.
"Unf." The protest comes from Rafayel, his arms shaking so much I can see the strain he's putting on his muscles.
"Kitten, we need to move." I nudge at the woman slumped between us, eyes almost closed as she snuffles, nuzzling into me. "Poor Rafayel needs to rest his arms."
"Then squish me. Don't care. Not moving." She sounds half asleep, voice thick with drowsiness as she mashes her face further into me.
As Rafayel flops down over top of her, pressing me further into the cooling sand as the sun slips beyond the horizon, my dragon hums, deep and rumbled as it curls up within me to sleep.
"Did you just purr?" Hearing the merman tease me would usually have my hackles raised, but not today.
"It was my dragon, not me." My grumble only encourages the Lemurian to poke and tease at me relentlessly, hands tickling at me to try and force another noise out of me.
"Keep toying with me, mermaid, and I'll breathe fire at you instead," I only half-threaten.
"Bring it on, lizard man." He grins down at me, eyes hidden behind his cheeks as he beams. "My evol is fire."
Oh, we're going to have fun with this one.