Page 14 of Rescued By Her Monster Mercenaries

Her expression softened, and she rubbed her face against him, the lust taking over again. “Yes. Smells good.”

“Mate. Olivia. Do you want him as your mate?”

She frowned at me as the words settled in. “What about you? You're my mate.”

Jarrus also started at my words, protested, but I held my hand up, stopping him. “Both of us, Olivia. Two mates.”

Hope flared in Jarrus's eyes, but he looked away as if scarcely daring to hope. Olivia looked between us. “Two mates?”

“Both of us.” I confirmed.

A slow smile crossed her face. “Okay.”

Jarrus's head whipped around and he stared at her, then me, shocked at the turn of events. I glared at him. “She's not ready, not for either of us. She needs training.”

He snorted, his eyes focused on my face planted between her thighs. “You don't look like you're doing a lot of training.”

“I’m getting to it.”

He narrowed his gaze, his eyes focused on her cunt. “I want a turn.”

I struggled for a moment, then nodded. He shifted to a seated position and lifted her onto his lap, positioning her legs on the outside of his thighs, then spreading her open. He held her open with his hands, offering her to me. Maybe a second mate would make life easier, especially with a squirmy human female.

I went back to her pussy, inserting two fingers and curving them, while I sucked the little nub at the top of her slit. She went wild in Jarrus’s arms, but he held her firmly, her legs spread to prevent her from closing around me. Her channel pulsed around my finger and I forced in a third finger, stretching her. She cried out, but not in pain.

“She can take more,” Jarrus said, his eyes fixed on what I was doing.

“She’ll have to,” I replied, my cock feeling like an iron bar, cum leaking from it like a faucet onto the forest floor beneath us. My balls were drawn up tight, ready to blow.

I pumped my cock once, twice, then brought the fluids to her cunt, spreading it around her folds. She jolted as if shocked, then moaned, a long, drawn out sound. Good. She was reacting to me as I had hoped.

“This will help prepare you for the claiming.”

Her eyes were wide and pupils blown as she stared at me, lust drunk and high on the pheromones and teasing we’d been doing. Jarrus licked up the side of her neck.

“Feed me your tit,” he ordered.

She lifted one of her generous mounds and he curled a tongue around it, sucking half of it into his mouth. Her head fell back and her eye closed, lost in the sensations. Satisfied that she was distracted, I squatted, bringing my cock to her pussy, knowing Jarrus was watching even as he tormented her tits. I ran my cock along her slit and notched in her opening. I wouldn’t enter her, not yet. She wasn’t ready. But she needed preparing, needed to feel my seed, which would soften her further, open her along with the phallus, and change her to accept me.

I pumped my cock once, twice, and it erupted all over her cunt, white ropes of cum covering her pussy. She shrieked and her opening grasped at nothing like a little mouth, begging to be filled. I rammed three fingers inside, bringing some of my seed with it, and I thumbed her nub at the same time, firmly applying pressure. And she went wild, coming hard around my fingers, sucking them inside like a greedy little mouth.

Jarrus groaned. “How does she feel?”

“Like fucking heaven. A hot, tight, wet little mouth. She’ll be amazing when I get my cock in here.”

Once I was drained, I picked up the training phallus and ran it through the juices that were liberally spread around her cunt. Between her juices and my seed, I wouldn't need lubricant at all.

Jarrus grunted as he eyed the phallus. “That's too small.”

Olivia tried to twist in his arms, but he held her in an iron grip, and licked at her neck. I shrugged, trying not to feel inadequate against the size of a minotaur cock, which I knew was bigger than an orc’s. “It's a start.”

I notched it at her entrance and slid it in an inch. The phallus resembled an orc cock, complete with ridges all along its length. Olivia's mouth fell open, and she sagged against Jarrus. He took her mouth with his, kissing her to distract her.

I moved the phallus in and out a few times, the sounds of her wet pussy almost obscene in the quiet clearing. “Make her come again,” Jarrus ordered. “She'll be looser.”

I nodded and leaned forward to suck her nub into my mouth. She twisted and gasped, moaning into Jarrus's kiss, her body arching the few inches that he let her move. I slid the phallus in a few inches, then out again. I pumped the phallus a few times, going deeper each time as I sucked and licked her clit. She came in a gasping rush, screaming her pleasure to the trees, her juices squirting all over me. As she came, I slid the phallus deeper, relentlessly, until it was fully seated.

Then I pumped it a few more times, in and out as she arched into the movement. Jarrus’s gaze was fixed on the sight, his fingers twisting and tugging on her nipples. She sagged against Jarrus, moaning and twitching. I seated the phallus fully, then buckled the leather straps around her thighs, ensuring the phallus would remain in place and stretch her until we were ready to ride. If we were home, she’d wear it all day, but it wouldn’t be comfortable on horseback, not with the intense ride we had coming for us.

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