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"Please," I beg. I don't know what I'm asking for, only that I need more—more of them, more of this all-consuming desire.

Each of them lavish attention on me, their mouths and tongues igniting a fire that threatens to consume me. Lazir's lips move from my mouth to my jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His hand finds my right breast, kneading and caressing it as Garron lavishes attention on my other nipple. Calo's tongue swirls and flicks against my clit with practiced ease.

I'm trapped in a whirlwind of sensation pulling me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. My hips buck against Calo's mouth, needing the release that I can feel building within me.

"Oh, gods," I gasp. I'm teetering on the edge of something monumental, a wave of ecstasy that promises to sweep me away. "I'm... I'm close," I whimper, my body trembling beneath their touch.

Lazir's voice is a low growl in my ear. "Let go, Mara. We've got you."

The dam within me breaks, and I'm swept away by the tide of my release. My body convulses, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. I'm vaguely aware of my own voice crying out, the sound echoing off the wooden walls.

"We're just getting started," Calo says, a promise of more pleasure to come.

I nod, my body still trembling. Garron positions himself between my legs, the head of his large member teasing my entrance. I'm slick with desire, my body more than ready for him. With a single, powerful thrust, he's inside me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious stretch that quickly morphs into pleasure.

Behind me, Lazir's hands grip my hips tightly. He's patient, taking his time to prepare me, his fingers slick with saliva as he circles my other entrance stretching me. "You're so tight, Mara," he groans in my ear, his voice strained with need.

I soon feel the head of his large member pressing against me, and I force myself to relax through the initial discomfort. He slides in slowly, inch by torturous inch, until he's sheathed fully inside me. The feeling of being so completely filled by both of them is indescribable, a sensation that's both foreign and exhilarating.

Calo kneelsin front of my mouth, his eyes dark with desire. "Open for me," he whispers, guiding his large member to my lips. I part them obediently, taking him into my mouth.

They move in unison, their movements synchronized as they thrust into me. It's a dance of bodies, a symphony of pleasure. Garron's strokes are deep and steady, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each forward motion. Lazir matches his rhythm, his movements restrained but powerful. Calo's hands tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as I suck him.

The sensations are almost too much to handle. I'm caught in a maelstrom of pleasure, each stroke, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"Come for us, Mara," Lazir growls, his breath hot against my ear.

My orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning, fierce and unrelenting. My body convulses around them, my muscles clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses. I cry out, the sound muffled by Calo's member still lodged in my mouth.

The feeling of my climax triggers their own releases. Garron buries himself deep inside me, his body shuddering as he finds his release. I feel the heat of his seed filling me completely.

Lazir follows suit, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts into me one final time. His member pulses inside me, his hot release spilling into my depth and overflowing out of me.

Calo pulls out of my mouth just in time, his member spurting his warm seed onto my chest. I watch him through hooded eyes, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the last waves of my orgasm wash over me.

"I... I didn't know it could be like this," I confess.

Spent and sated, the four of us collapse into a tangled heap of limbs and bodies.

32

GARRON

The morning sun pierces through the forest's canopy above. We pack up our sparse belongings and leave the wooden hut behind. We move with renewed vigor. Mara, with her quiet strength, tries to keep pace, but her body betrays her with a slight stumble. In an instant, I'm there, my arms scooping her up.

"I’m fine, Garron. I can walk," she protests, her voice a soft whisper against my ear.

"I know you can," I reply, my voice steady and firm. "But I want to do this for you. To make it easier on you."

She relents, her body relaxing against mine. A smile plays on her lips—a smile so genuine and unexpected that it sends a jolt through my chest. The sight of it stirs something within me, a feeling I can't quite place.

As we journey on, the weight of her in my arms is a constant reminder of the night we shared—raw, passionate, and with a tenderness I didn't know I possessed. It was a night that blurred the lines between us, forging a bond that feels as solid as the axe at my side.

The forest around us hums with life, the rustle of leaves and the chorus of birdsong a backdrop to our trek. My senses remain alert, the potential danger ever-present, but my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of the woman in my arms. Her presence is a warmth that seeps into my bones, a comfort I never knew I craved.

By midday, we pause to rest, the shade of an ancient oak offering respite from the sun's relentless gaze. Mara's eyes meet mine, gratitude and something deeper reflected in her gaze. I look away, the intensity of her stare too much to bear.

"Thank you, Garron," she murmurs.

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