Page 9 of Twisted Bonds

“Move together.” Sunder growls the command, and we do exactly as he says. Bobble pushes in and out of me in the same slow rhythm that I bob my head. Sunder stares into my eyes as I accept him. My eyes flutter each time Bobble reaches his maximum depth, and I moan with the tip of Sunder’s cock against the back of my throat.

The rhythm picks up. Sunder’s hands roam down, plucking at my nipples and palming my heavy tits as Bobble thrusts into me from behind. Deep he moves inside me, filling me. And painfully slow he pulls out, leaving me begging for more.

“First, I’m…” Bobble pants behind me before reaching down to my clit. He presses against me there.

I detonate.

Screaming and moaning as my second orgasm rips through me, my mouth captures Sunder’s thick jets of come as they spurt against my tongue. I moan again even as my climax subsides, eager to lap up his essence.

Bobble dutifully pounds me from behinds, waiting for permission to release his own load inside me. “May I…”

Sunder doesn’t answer. He leans forward, wrapping his hands tenderly around Bobble’s neck and latches on to his lips in a passionate kiss. I nearly gasp at the open display of affection from Sunder, but I can’t think. Can’t react. Except to scream and moan as Bobble swells inside me just before he explodes.

With a few more powerful thrusts, grunting and pawing at Sunder’s chest, Bobble fills me with his hot seed.

I fall to my belly beneath them, panting heavily against the soft sheets. Sunder chuckles, but Bobble is still inside as he collapses on top of me.

“I suppose I will do the cleaning,” Sunder whispers. His weight disappears from the bed. Bobble nuzzles against me as he slips out just as Sunder returns with a warm washcloth.

With the same tender diligence, he cleans the fluids off us both. His treasures. I smile at the thought as he covers us with a soft blanket. Then he climbs into bed, tucking me safely between them in a pile of entangled warmth.

“Goodnight. Both of you did well tonight,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. Bobble’s purrs ripple from his chest, lulling me into a trance.

As I’m drifting off to sleep, a slight ripple of apprehension skates up my spine.

When we find the other Shards, what will become of Bobble and Sunder? And after they merge back into Dan’thiel? I don’t think my heart could take losing them, even if they’ll be replaced with someone supposedly better.

I love them both individually, for their strengths and weaknesses.

But love means supporting them, even at the cost of your own happiness, right? I repeat it to myself as I finally succumb to exhaustion.

This is what they want.

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Bobble

Sometimes, I cannot help that I am a cat.

Well, I suppose that isn’t totally true. I can control whether I am literally a cat or not. But those feline instincts never quite go away, no matter how I look.

Leaving Sunder and Mira isn’t something that I do because I’m dissatisfied. I’m happy to lie with them in a pile of limbs and soft moans for as long as possible. The developments in our relationship have been…

Well.

I am happy.

Although I am filled with contented joy when the three of us are together, I suddenly awaken with a jolt. If I had been a cat, my whiskers would have twitched.

Something isn’t right.

I slip from where I’m sandwiched in between Sunder and Mira and shift soundlessly in a muted flash of yellow, careful not to wake them. Our bond has made me so much stronger, and shifting between my two shapes is easier than before. Where I used to be stuck as a cat, I’m now able to move fluidly between my two forms as easily as I might breathe.

It’s nice.

I really enjoy it.

There are so many advantages to being a cat. I can spy silently on almost anyone. No one suspects a cat; even among the varied communities of Illuemera, a cat is basically a background feature. Nothing to worry about. As long as they don’t catch my scent, that is.

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