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Uma squinted at him in annoyance. That wasn’t what he meant, and he knew it. “Ha ha,” she muttered and waved them toward the cell. “Okay, enough jokes. In you go.”

Laro stood then, straightening to his full height. In doing so, he made Uma feel uncharacteristically petite with the way he loomed over her at her side, close enough to touch. His ears tipped forward for only a moment and then he slowly bent, his head coming chest level as he set the weight on the floor and straightened once more. She swallowed thickly and mentally begged any deity listening for her to not have a heart attack right there on the spot with the way her pulse was hammering. It wasn’t fear... It was something else she didn’t want to analyze that made her palms sweaty and her neck and face hot. He stood there, touchably close, and then moved away, his long strides carrying him to the cell as he stepped inside. The other two males followed, and Uma shook herself out of her stupor.

Wake up!

Giving them a smile of thanks, she locked the cell, sealing the males inside before turning away and escaping as quickly as she could to the privacy of her own room. She would figure out supper later. Right now she had to get her strange reactions under control.

Chapter 17

Vrin twitched restlessly and cast an envious look at his lead. The aggression that came along with the Withering Days had slowly been gathering within him, and yet Laro looked as cool and calm as ever. Meanwhile, he was quite certain that he was either losing his mind or dying. The first morning of the Withering Days had risen, and the scent of an unmated female tormented his frayed nerves.

“Well,” Kam groaned from where he lay sprawled on the ground, cupping a hand between his thighs. “This is an experience.”

Vrin shot his triad brother a disgusted look, and the male gave a shaky laugh.

“I said it is an experience, not that it is a good experience,” he wheezed. “Truthfully, I hope to never experience this again. At least not without a mate. Next time... a mate would be good.” A smile stretched the lunatic’s mouth, and Vrin growled in return.

“Vrin, relax,” Laro grunted, a pained grimace pulling the corners of his mouth as he leaned his weight heavily against one wall of the corner he occupied. “You know Kam has his own way of dealing with things. There is no reason to expect anything to change now.”

Lip curling, Vrin huffed, and he snapped his teeth irritably at the male in question so that he scrambled away with a rough shout of laughter. They were a pitiful sight. Their cocks engorged a vivid purple hue and bobbing from where they rose from their sheaths, they could do nothing but pant with misery as blue seed dribbled steadily from their tips. That same blue seed was already sprayed liberally around the outside of their cage as they ejaculated repeatedly on the floor outside of the tight confines of the space where they would be sleeping. Already the smell was beginning to permeate the air which still bore the faint traces of Uma’s scent. The scents mingled together and in result it made his cock jerk hungrily with its next load in response.

His hand tightened around the larger girth of his primary cock as he valiantly tried to hold back the desire. They had only seen the female briefly that morning as she brought in their meals and hastily left upon spotting their aroused state. And that was long before their need for release had overpowered them to the point of releasing on the floor. He eyed the mess as he leaned against the bars and released his cocks so that they rubbed against the cool, hard metal.

A groan rose to his throat, and he swallowed hard. Already, with his cocks pressed together against the hard surface, he could feel his primary cock pulsing with an impending release. It was humiliating and yet he could not keep his hips from jerking. He curled a hand just below where the bar pressed against him and thrust. He grunted deeply as the dual sensation sparked something within his belly, drawing up the points of pleasure within him. He thrust again, harder, his teeth snapping the air rather than willing, sweet feminine flesh waiting to be marked.

Kam whined behind him, his heavy panting filling their small cell as the male raced toward his own pinnacle. From Vrin’s peripheral eye, he saw his brother’s back arching up from the ground. Vrin grimaced but lowered his head, ignoring him. He only hoped that his brother didn’t soil the entire cell with his release. Blocking out the grunts and growls of his brothers, Vrin rolled and squeezed his sac as his strokes took a fresh urgency, and his imagination unbidden producing the image of a sleek back bared and ass risen for him as he thrust. That round, brown bottom quivered and shook as it bounced with the force of his thrusts, dark braided headfur sliding across her back as it dropped around her shoulders. In his imagination, he gathered a handful of it up, gripping it firmly as she hissed a complaint at being pinned in such a way by him. He smirked in relish, a growl of pleasure breaking from him.

The human cunt would fit tightly around him. He could just picture it there stretched around his primary cock, slick with their combined need, straining with his every thrust. Her perfectly plump breasts would sway with his rut, inviting his hands to grasp them and holding him even more firmly to him.

She turned her head and looked over at him, her lips parting with unspoken desire as her eyes darkened further with need as she met his gaze. Vrin jerked in surprise, his hand tightening painfully around his cock as he thrust into it with more force than usual.

Her? Why did the captain occupy his fantasies during his rut? She was not the least bit soft and pleasing but combative and aggressive—he did not like her. Yet he shivered at the look in her eye, weakened by it. She was begging him with only a look to rut her hard and give her everything that he had, and in turn all of her strength was surrendered to him in that single moment. She welcomed his rut because she wanted it, and rather than just endure it, she met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising and rolling in a way ready for his plowing.

Vrin gasped, his fingers clenching hard as he imagined her pink tongue sweeping over her lips and her own whimper as his body covered her complete, pushing her against the floor as his hips snapped, his sac colliding with her soft, wet heat and pressing there to grind against her for a moment with every deep thrust. His rising climax hammered within him, pulsing as it gradually flooded his senses as his sac tightened. It was still not enough to send him over the edge.

Gasping for air, he glanced over at his shoulder at his lead and shivered. Laro’s long girthy cocks were held firmly in the male’s lower hands and swollen with his own need as he stroked them, his violet gaze hazy with lust. The male looked so lost in his own pleasure that Vrin felt guilty for asking for help yet again. Ekeren had tortured him during rutting, and he had known little but pain from it, unable to satisfy her by reaching his own climax... not without his lead helping him reach some form pleasure. The few times he had released before had been involuntary, but now that he was seeking relief, it was alluding him.

“Laro.” The male’s name dropped from his mouth unbidden, but he was gratified when his lead’s eyes snapped up at him and softened with understanding.

Laro stood, his bulk looming in the small cell as he stalked over. Kam’s gaze followed curiously but the male made no comment. He had seen Laro help him enough times before to not be surprised by it. Instead, he seemed to become more excited, his lower hands rubbing against his shafts as he watched Laro stalk over. Vrin hunched his back, preparing to receive the larger male’s weight, spreading his legs and lifting his tail. He was still not entirely prepared for the force of Laro’s body colliding against him or the male’s tight hold against his scruff as he pinned him there against the bars. Vrin worked himself harder in reaction, his breath coming out harder.

Yes, this was what he needed. Ekeren, due to her jealous rages, had never allowed Laro to be gentle with any of their triad, and so Vrin had quickly come to associate this display of dominance with pleasure.

The slide of the male’s primary cock within him, however, had him clenching against its invasion. The thick heat of him did not let up but continued to press deep, his secondary cock sliding against Vrin’s sac, drawing a whine from Vrin and his thighs shook from the force of pain and pleasure rising within him. Then Laro’s hips drew back, withdrawing his phallus before snapping forward so forcefully that Vrin was slammed against the bars. Two hands held his hips firmly while Laro’s other two hands braced against the bars on either side of him.

The big male’s head descended, his nostrils flaring as he scented Vrin for only a moment before he was withdrawing and driving into him again and again. Vrin jerked at his cocks with urgency in time with every deep thrust splitting him open. At the same time the hand on his scruff shifted to his throat, squeezing as it held him in complete dominance. And in his mind’s eye, Uma was still spread before him, this time on her back with her legs spread in invitation, her cunt and now ass as well being stuffed with his cocks as he drove into her with every slam of Laro’s hips against him.

The male drove into him as he imagined himself driving into her, his pace breaking into a rut as he leaned into Vrin’s back. His thighs jerked against the back of his thighs with the frenzy of his thrusts, his seed, seeping from between them, drawing up Vrin’s own pleasure as he felt the male’s cock swell with his load. It exploded within him with Laro’s soft growl, and Vrin snarled as his own cocks jerked and his own release was spewed all over the floor outside of the cage. Still Laro continued to pump into him, his cocks pulsing as they continued to release. Vrin’s own seed continued to spurt from him in reaction, drops landing just inches from booted feet that he had not even noticed were there.

Eyes widening, his gaze slowly rose to meet the shocked expression on the captain’s face as she watched them. Laro jerked against him, even harder, pressing so deep that Vrin could not help but to cum again while the female stared. He bared his teeth at her, daring her to come closer or intrude. She met his eye gamely but swallowed and gave him a small smile before ducking her head in a delayed expression of embarrassment.

“So sorry to interrupt, guys. I will be back.... in a little while. You can finish up,” she said hastily as she backed rapidly out of the room, the door swinging shut after her.

Laro’s deep chuff of amusement filled his ear, and Vrin shoved him back, elbowing him off of him as he turned to glare at the male in reproach.

“I do not see what is so funny about that,” he growled.

Laro just smiled as he withdrew to pick up a clean rag and wetted it. “Did you not want to shock her?” he asked, unconcerned.

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