Page 14 of Orange Tundra
Fuck. She wasn’t joking when she said her pregnant hormones were making her so horny. My beast was loving the attention because it felt as if Brynn was marking me as well. With her saliva, with her scent as she discreetly marked her cheek on my balls.
I gripped my hands on the daybed, tearing it with my nails turned claws. Fuck, fruck…
“Oh,” she exclaimed. She didn’t sound afraid. She sounded delighted. To my horror, I saw my cock extended, the girth growing, the veins prominent, small spurs forming at the head of my cock. I was transforming to my beast. No way am I going into a rut. Brynn doesn’t have a beast form. I will kill her if I rut her in my beast form. What the fuck is she doing to me?
I tried to calm myself as she softly licked the spurs at the head of my cock. I think I died and went to heaven. My tail saved me by grasping her wrist. She looked up and I saw the instant she was shocked. Instead of being afraid, she gave me an adorable smile and said, “Don’t tell Zirc, but I think your beast is more handsome than his.”
Both me and my beast froze. Then I felt my beast roaring with laughter inside of me. That seemed to calm the lust and in a few seconds, I turned back to my self. And what did Brynn do? She gave a small pout when my cock returned to my manasty form. She looked disappointed.
“Brynn,” I said exasperated and collapsed on the bed. Then I was laughing. Then Brynn was laughing as well. She pounced on me and rolled on top of me laughing with giddiness. Does she know she’s marking me with her scent when she does that?
I grabbed her and kissed her. “Your hormones are potent little one.”
“I told you,” she chuckled.
“So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to plug my cock in your pussy -” I grabbed her thigh, placed it on top of mine and entered her in one thrust, earning a gasp and moan from her “- then we’ll just lie down here and rest until it’s time to leave, okay?”
Her brows furrowed, thinking for a bit. Then she breathed, “Okay.” I pulled her so that she’s on top of me, her legs spread out on either side.
“Is this comfortable?”
“Uh huh,” she mumbled, she looked ready to fall asleep. She was half asleep, her pussy strangling me every now and then. I couldn’t sleep. I came three times inside of her while she was sleeping. It doesn’t help that my tail was also buried in her ass, moving in and out of her to create a nice friction against my cock, careful not to wake her up.
This should be enough to calm my beast. I bet Nim and Sim, even Coone, would gut punch me behind Brynn’s back. It will take a few days for my scent to completely wash off her. No matter how they bathe her with water and their cum. On the bright side, at least Brynn will be happy with all the fucking she was going to get from Nim and Sim in the coming days.
8
BRYNN
A few days after,I mewled together with a chorus of grunts and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. Nim and Sim were tag teaming me, their bodies moving in sync as if they shared a single mind. Nim filled me from behind, his hands gripping my hips with a firmness that bordered on painful. Sim was in front, his eyes locked onto mine, thrusting into me with a steady rhythm that had me mewling like a cat in heat.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had my nerves singing. I could feel every inch of them, their cocks moving in tandem, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. The pressure built, a coil winding tighter and tighter in my core, until it snapped. I came with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Nim and Sim grunted in unison, their bodies tensing as they found their own release. Heat flooded me, their come gushing out of my ass and pussy, mixing with my own juices to drip onto the shallow hot spring of the cave. We were all panting, our bodies slick with sweat and glistening in the dim light filtering through the top part of the cave. We were under OrangeMountain, on our way to a hidden tunnel that will let us travel faster to Orange Lake incognito.
Coone was passed out nearby, his body sprawled on a rock ledge above the small pool of water we’d found refuge in. His tail twitched occasionally, the only sign of life aside from the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Sim was the first to speak, his voice a low growl as he pulled out of me. “I can still smell Roqs on you,” he complained, his golden eyes flashing with irritation. “We’ve been marinating you in our cum for two days, and still, his scent lingers.”
I giggled, a sound that echoed through the cave and drew a glare from Sim. “My lips are sealed,” I said, tracing a finger over my mouth. I wasn’t about to tell them what Roqs and I had gotten up to, not when it would only cause more tension.
My mind flicked back to Roqs, to the way his body had shifted, growing larger, more beast-like. He’d been almost halfway to his beast form, his eyes glowing like molten gold, his cock... I shivered at the memory, my body clenching around nothing. That was a secret I’d keep to myself, at least for now. The twinsies and Coone wouldn’t take kindly to knowing just how far Roqs had pushed the boundaries of his beast.
I stretched, my body aching in all the right places, and reached for them again. I lay there, limbs entwined with Nim and Sim, their scents mingling with mine. I couldn’t help but ask, “What do I smell like? I can smell all of you - Roqs, you, Coone...”
Nim’s nose brushed against my neck, inhaling deeply. “Roqs smells like a Zephyrtine bloom. It’s a flower that only grows deep under the mines of the Silver Tribe.”
I propped myself up on an elbow, eyebrows raised. “Roqs smells like a flower?” I couldn’t help but giggle and imagine small dainty flowers blooming on top of Roqs’ head.
Nim and Sim snorted in unison, a sound that echoed through the cave. Sim traced a pattern on my thigh as he explained, “It’s not just any flower. When crushed, the Zephyrtine bloom is deadly. Its scent and touch can poison you. Many of the Silver Tribe’s enemies surrender or flee at the first whiff.”
Nim nodded, his fingers idly playing with a strand of my hair. “Either that, or when they hear the roar of the Silver Beast. That’s why the Silver Tribe has never been conquered, despite being smaller than the Purple and Blue Tribes.”
I tried to imagine Roqs as a flower, deadly or not, and failed. “So, Roqs and Zirc... they were feared even back then?”
Sim chuckled, a sound that held a note of nostalgia. “Oh, yes. Parents would use their names to make children go to sleep early. ‘Roqs and Zirc are coming, better hide under your furs,’ they’d say.”
Nim smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Of course, only Sim and I knew that 75% of the time, Roqs and Zirc were actually fucking rather than guarding the territory.”
