Page 16 of Orange Tundra
Nim and Sim wasted no time. They began to spread Coone’s cum over my body like lotion, their hands rubbing it into my skin. I should have felt icky about it, but instead, I preened. It felt like I was wearing their eau de cum cologne, marked by them in the most primal way.
Once they finished, we gathered our things. Coone tossed me his shirt. I slipped it over my head, not bothering with anything else. The cave tunnels felt private, secluded, and I was comfortable traveling this way.
Coone stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. “I’ll carry her first,” he said. “I’ll be leaving tonight, so it’s only fair.”
Nim rolled his eyes, but Sim just smirked, reaching out to pump Coone’s cock a few times until it was hard again. Before I could process what was happening, Coone lifted me up, my legs automatically clamping around his waist. Sim guided Coone into me, his cock filling me completely.
I moaned, my body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. Coone gripped my thighs, lifting me up a little the way he wanted and settling me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on tightly.
And then we were off, moving through the cave tunnels with a steady, rhythmic pace. Each step sent a jolt of pleasure through me, the sensation of Coone’s cock moving inside me overwhelming in its intensity. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein. It was a distraction, a pleasure, a torment, all rolled into one. Sim thought it was a fun idea to make it a game. He’ll be the last to hold me, and will make sure to make her cum the most number of times in our journey. I sighed, exasperated. My hussy self was on cloud nine.
Coone stood before me,his golden-brown eyes serious. “It’s time for me to leave, Brynn.”
I felt a sob rise in my throat, tears welling up in my eyes. “No, Coone, please don’t go,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. The thought of him leaving filled me with a sudden, inexplicable dread.
Nim and Sim exchanged worried glances, their grip on me tightening. “Brynn, what’s wrong?” Nim asked, his voice laced with concern.
I shook my head, trying to find the words. “I’m not sick,” I managed to say, sniffing back tears. “It’s just... It’s a side effect of being pregnant. For humans, I mean.”
The three of them looked at each other, panic flashing across their faces. I couldn’t help but laugh, a watery sound that echoed through the cave. “It’s normal, I promise,” I said, wiping away my tears.
Coone hesitated, his tail flicking back and forth. “I don’t want to leave you like this,” he said, his voice soft.
I reached up, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft, his fur tickling my cheek. “I’ll be okay,” I whispered against his mouth. “We need you to go, to meet with Roqs and Zirc.”
Coone snorted, a grin spreading across his face. “The only reason I’m leaving is to witness the epic showdown of Roqs telling Zirc that he found his manastian mate,” he said, laughter in his voice.
I laughed with him, the sound bouncing off the cave walls. “If it’s possible, make sure you record it so I can watch it later,” I said, grinning at the thought.
Coone chuckled, giving me one last kiss before pulling away. “Deal,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. And then he was gone, disappearing into the shadows of the cave.
Nim and Sim carried me the rest of the way, their arms strong and steady around me. They didn’t carry me all the way on their cocks this time, but the memory of it lingered, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Sometimes, I walked beside them, my feet splashing in the shallow pools of water. Other times, I washed myself. And then I’d cry, tears streaming down my face, because I didn’t smell like them. I didn’t smell like my mates. I wished my foster mother was here even thoughshe didn’t have a child of her own. I knew she would help me navigate all these new emotions I’m feeling.
When I cried, Nim and Sim would growl, their eyes flashing with possessiveness. They’d pull me into the water, their hands roaming over my body, their cocks filling me, marking me with their scent. This process of walking, bathing, fucking, repeated, over and over, until on the second day, Nim and Sim finally nodded in satisfaction.
“You smell like us now,” Nim said, his voice a low rumble. “Not Roqs.”
I sighed, leaning back against Sim’s chest. “Finally,” I murmured, exhaustion tugging at the edges of my mind.
Suddenly, Clitasoxdfwe’h and Xy materialized out of thin air, their forms shimmering into existence before my eyes. I gasped, surprise jolting through me. Nim and Sim growled, their bodies tensing, but the newcomers remained still, their expressions neutral.
Sim took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling steadily. “I apologize for our reaction,” he said, his voice calm. “It’s safe to travel now. We can enact the next phase of our plan.”
Clitasoxdfwe’h and Xy nodded, their eyes flicking to me briefly before focusing back on Sim. “Understood,” Clitasoxdfwe’h said, his voice crisp and efficient. “We’re ready to infiltrate the Prison Tunnels when you are.”
9
BRYNN
I stoodbetween Nim and Sim, their strong presence a comforting brightness against the creepy darkness of the abandoned mines. I refused to think about how deep underground we were. At least it felt cool and fresh as we go deeper into the cave tunnels, the silence broken only by the distant drip of water and the faint echo of our footsteps. The walls were a canvas of strange markings, their meaning lost to me, but clearly significant to my companions.
Nim’s deep voice echoed through the tunnel. “These mines are a remnant of a forgotten era,” he said, his hand tracing the strange symbols etched into the stone. “They tell of a hidden tunnel, one of the many paths known only to the Royals of the Purple Kingdom.”
Sim nodded, his golden eyes reflecting the faint light from the crystals we carried. “Crix’s fathers should have been the alphas,” he explained, his voice laced with a hint of regret. “But they died, and Nim’s biological parents took their place as the Alphas of the Purple Tribe.”
I looked up at Nim, seeing the weight of his lineage in the set of his shoulders. “And Crix?” I asked, my voice echoing softly in the confined space.
Nim’s expression hardened. “Crix had no interest in governing the Tribe,” he said, his voice tinged with disdain. “He was sent to the Orange Lake, where he pursued his obsession with Manasties breeding with females from other planets.”
