Page 7 of Night's Bride

“It’s going to give me a bent tail,” Vrel pointed out, and Vikt chuffed quietly.

The structure of the chairs was hard on the tail. They had long since moved the large human sitting area from the common room and replaced it with large plush pillows around the low table for their comfort, so it seemed a small sacrifice to eat in the human manner.

“Your tail will survive. It’s far more important—” His words abruptly dropped off as his tail stiffened at the enticing scent drifting into the room.

It was rich and musky and immediately made him salivate as it caught him by the nose. He wheeled around, the fur of his mane fanning out as that between his shoulders and running down his spine rose with interest. He exchanged a glance with Vrel and followed his twitching nose to the source of the scent. They filed from the human eating area, their steps quick with their eagerness. He could sense Vrel just behind him. He could hear the rapid draw of breath in excitement that seemed to strike a beat complementary to the pounding beat of his own heart.

Vikt shivered as they headed down the corridor that led to the sub chambers of their den. They had not yet shown Emily this part of their dwelling and yet she had found her way back there to their nest. His mouth went dry, and the thump of his pulse filled his ears in the silence. It was the only sound he heard other than the faint sound of something wet squishing like a plump summer fruit dripping with its juice. He swallowed back a groan as a heavy pulse rushed through his genitals. His seedsacks felt painfully full and growing more uncomfortable by the moment as Emily’s scent bloomed around them.

“What is happening?” Vrel whispered uncertainly behind him. The male rubbed his ear nervously. “Is that scent from Emily? What is she doing? It makes me feel… odd.”

“She is choosing, just as Evelyn instructed her,” he replied in a choked voice.

Their mating was a strange one in that it was completely arranged, but he had assumed that they would still need to go through all of the rituals. Although Emily had spoken boldly, he had not thought that Emily would just take it upon herself to do this without the necessary steps.

“But… there has been no… demonstrating,” the other male replied in shock. “There is a way that these things are done. The displaying, the choosing, and then the mating. Can she just skip?—”

“And what would you have her do otherwise?” Vikt growled back passionately as some of his own shock subsided, making room for common sense. “It is not like either of us is an alpha who can extrude for her approval and demonstrate his superiority as a breeder. Is circumventing this step not the purpose of Evelyn’s advice? There is no alpha to lead in mating—of course she must take the lead. She understood that as soon as she realized the extent of our unique situation, and it is why she addressed the matter to Evelyn. It was not to shame us but to solve the problem.”

Vrel whined uncertainly but it was a brief sound that terminated on a huff. “You are right. Do we go in?”

Vikt nodded and opened the door, and for a moment he could only stare in awe. Their mate was in the middle of their nest, her head thrown back and eyes shut with an expression of pleasure on her face. Her body gloriously bare of her coverings and her legs splayed wide toward the door, displaying her sex that he caught only brief glimpses of as her fingers slid over it. For a moment he could not breathe. He did not know why. It was as if he had forgotten how to as he watched her draw forth her own pleasure. The glide of her fingers was making the wet sounds, and the drops of arousal flowing from her slit wererapidly thickening the air of the room with the scent of her need. It drenched him, and her pheromones filled him completely when he finally remembered to take a breath.

He shivered with the need that hummed beneath his skin, and his ears flattened at the unfamiliar sensation. It was shockingly incredible but also so foreign that it sent a ripple of alarm through him. What if this changed him? What if the feeling tormented him perpetually without ever being satisfied now that it had arisen from some unknown part of him? It was a terrifying prospect, but beyond that was the instinct that had him prowling toward his mate without even consciously thinking about it.

Her eyes flew open at that moment, and her lips parted with a quiver as she released a soft pant of air. He did not stop moving but approached her spread legs and dropped between them with a reverent growl. There was so much he had not yet done. He had not made the offerings or presented gifts to his mate. He had not even yet addressed Mother Ewa and the Dark Fathers in prayer for their successful mating. He could not deliver the mating bite yet until he had done at least that much. For now, he was helpless to do anything but to respond and accept his mate’s choosing. He would complete the mating bond when the time was right, and she was sufficiently prepared for it. Afterall, he had not yet had a chance to warn her of it.

He would worship her for now and prove himself a valuable mate in his own way.

Vikt stared hungrily at her sex, watching the moisture gleaming from her petals as his mate slicked her fingers back and forth over them. Her fingers slowed and withdrew, as if she sensed his need, and he descended upon with a ravenous hunger burning within his belly. His tongue stroked over her sex, gathering her sweetness, and the taste of the pheromone laden substance lit him up from within.

He lapped at her eagerly, growling lustfully as he dragged her ripe flavor into his mouth. His tongue stroked over her slit, striking the little bud of flesh at its tip that made her whimper and grow wetter for him, feeding his hunger to an even greater urgency. In his enthusiasm, his broad tongue pushed inside of her, making her gasp and her hips rise, driving his tongue a little deeper within her. To his wonder, her snug channel convulsed around his tongue, releasing a flood of sweetness. Tugging his tongue free, making her moan anew, he lapped eagerly and began to establish a pattern of licking and penetrating her as a pheromone-driven euphoria hit him, making him growl ecstatically as he shook against her. The only thing that had not yet happened with extrusion. His cocks remained painfully locked within his sheaths as they swelled with need and jerked with an urgency to mate.

He shifted, adjusting his angle as he crouched over her, but he paused at the strange sensation of her foot brushing his inner leg seconds before the digits of her toes grazed his sheath. He trembled at the light touch but then curled into himself reflexively when the space between her big toe and second toe caught the back of his sheath. Pleasure burst through him violently as her toes curled and squeezed. A deliciously agonizing pleasure ripped through him and some small amount of pressure popped as his cocks shot out hot and swollen from their sheath.

A gasp tore from him, his entire body trembling. Although the tip of his primary cock extruded multiple times a day, the pain and intense pleasure of full extrusion had never been within his ability to imagine. His primary cock seemed to have a pulse of its own as it flexed eagerly, the tapered tip pointing toward her sex with an unspoken urgency. Vikt shivered as her foot dragged once more along his sheath, grazing the base of his secondary cock briefly before she lowered her foot back to the floor. Hisgaze never broke from her the entire time so that he was could feast upon the way her eyes lit up with desire and mischief as she caressed him, revealing the depth of her need. Her pink lips tipped, and she gestured for him to come nearer with one finger.

Vikt did not even second guess it. He crawled toward her quickly, his body crouching over hers so that his cocks hovered above her belly. He felt something wet gather at the tip of his primary cock, and he glanced down just in time to see the blue fluid drip from his tip to splatter onto her belly. Emily murmured softly, and she repositioned her legs to a wider stance as she sat up and cupped the back of his neck. He instinctively lowered his face to hers, and his eyes slid shut with pleasure as her breath fanned over his face. It was such an intimate sharing that it nearly brought tears to his eyes, but even more so when her soft cheek and the corner of her mouth dragged along his muzzle in an exchange of scents.

A soft rumble of pleasure vibrated within his throat, and he followed her down as she lowered herself to the thick pillows of their nest. Her sigh of pleasure followed his movement when his fur brushed against her belly and breasts, and he captured the sound within his memory, savoring it. He was not an alpha, but he was bringing her pleasure. The realization swamped him with a sense of elation and true belonging. He was hers at that moment—entirely.

His primary cock slid and bumped against her belly clumsily, but she did not growl or chastise him. Instead, she wiggled against him, her hips rising in silent encouragement as he shifted downward, his cock running against her topmost bud of flesh before sliding down toward her hot center. He nearly swallowed his tongue at the sensation of her wet heat opening in invitation in response to the light pressure of his primary cock against it. It was almost as if it was preparing to suck him in. His lengths quivered there for just a heartbeat or less before hiships shot forward instinctively, driving both cocks into her soft, welcoming channel. It parted around him with a wet gush and a sharp cry from the female beneath him.

Vikt froze, his eyes popping open with the rush of guilt assailing him that was made only worse by Vrel’s anxious growl from his left. “Emily? Rya, did I harm?—”

“No, no. It just took me by surprise,” she gasped into his fur. He felt her head turn and knew that she was looking over at Vrel to reassure him as well. In the meantime, her fingers burrowed deeper into the mane of Vikt’s pelt around his neck and shoulders. “The… the pamphlet should have included this,” she added with a shaky, quiet little laugh.

Tension drained from him at the sound, and his primary cock thickened in response to the vibration of her laughter passing between them. Without thought, he drew back a little and thrust forward again, drawing a growl from deep within his chest as her laughter broke off on a small cry of pleasure. Trembling, he gathered her closer to him in his arms and began to rock his pelvis against hers, shuttling his cock in shallow thrusts in a way that made her scent deepen and her arousal flood around his cock as he abruptly climbed to the pinnacle of her pleasure without a shout.

His own cock jerked in response, spewing long ropes of seed as her cunt latched in a hard rhythmic squeeze around him, but his hips jumped and he thrust harder in response, a growl rising louder from within him. This was more than just pleasure; this was a connection that he could never have imagined existing beyond the closeness he felt every day with his twin. He felt joined in every way to her, and he panted with the euphoria spreading through him.

“Blessed Mother, it feels so good,” Emily moaned, and he growled his agreement as his thrusts grew more frantic with a building pressure calling to something primal within him.

He needed more. He needed her cunt to squeeze him harder and tighter, he needed to drive into its clutch deeper and faster. And so he did. He lost himself rapturously to it, and to the most exquisite magic and softness of his mate. He sought his pleasure within her, but also needed her pleasure in turn like a dying male sought a refreshing spring. Emily was his water and life. He had understood it before on one level. She was giving and sweet, as well as considerate and fun from the start. She gave of herself selflessly and accepted him and his twin. But now, buried within her, he understood it on an even more primal level as he met her hunger for hunger and desire for desire, the hot, engorged lengths of his cocks quenched within the pool that gathered at the apex between her legs.

He was one with her, and through that oneness his every stroke was aimed at bringing her cunt into a fluttering, pulsing state around him once more. It was only at the edge of his awareness that he heard Emily whisper to Vrel. He did not see the male move but the rapturous groan from the male made his eyes snap up and widen as he watched Emily’s mouth swallow the length of his twin’s primary cock as she gripped the secondary cock tightly within her hand. She pumped it as she dragged her mouth up and down and Vrel’s head sagged with obvious pleasure, his hips twitching helplessly as Vikt surged forward with a renewed feral need.

He drove his cocks hard and fast within Emily’s tight clutch, his pulse beating his pleasure as she whined around Vrel’s cock. His twin panted, his hips thrusting quicker, his glowing eyes lifting to meet Vikt’s with a stunned look burning with need. Vikt dropped his eyes, and his eyelid slid closed as he let the pulse of need consume him and become his own heartbeat as his secondary cock vibrated in time with it. It flowed within the core of his own essence as the rut fell over him, driving him in a rhythm that had her writhing beneath him, her cunt squeezingfiercely with her pleasure. Her muffled cries became louder until he tipped over the edge, spraying his useless seed in stream after stream from his jerking primary cock deep within her as Vrel erupted with a shout.

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