Page 49 of Pregnant With Their Babes

Oz suddenly released a low growl and lowered to his knees. With deft fingers, he undid the knot of rope Llyr had used to hold up the borrowed trousers. Dagr took advantage of the moment, claiming Llyr’s mouth as his own.

When he was bare from the waist down, Oz turned him slightly and massaged Llyr’s buttocks. He toyed and playfully slapped Llyr’s cheeks between the kneading strokes. Dagr backed away—just long enough to pull Llyr’s shirt off. He cast it away, allowing it to float down to the floor as he discarded his own attire.

They were both naked… only Oz still wore trousers.

Oz urged him down to his hands and knees. Hungrily, Llyr looked at the thick organ jutting from Dagr’s pelvis. He licked his lips, desiring a taste. Without another thought, he reached out and caressed the man’s root, his fingers barely encircling the shaft. The moan that leapt from Dagr’s lips was all the provocation he needed to continue his inexperienced motions. He had a cock, so he caressed Dagr much like the way he liked to touch himself. Lifting his stare, he captured Dagr’s gaze. He listened to the roil of his human’s groans of pleasure, teaching himself which strokes and pressure his lover liked most.

That was until Oz made a move. Llyr cried out as Oz pressed his mouth between the pair and licked a hot trail through the wetness there. His legs nearly went out from under him the moment Oz pressed his tongue against the puckered flesh between his cheeks. All conscious thought escaped him in that moment, and he struggled to stroke his hand as well as he had moments before.

Dagr pressed his thumb against Llyr’s lips. Llyr opened his mouth, and Dagr slid the digit past his teeth and onto his tongue. Without a thought, Llyr sucked the thick thumb, moaning around it as Oz’s tongue surged past the thick band of nerves. Dagr removed his thumb, replacing it with the head of his cock. Llyr opened for that, too.

One of Dagr’s hands tangled in the curls at the crown of his head, twisting into them roughly. He held Llyr’s head still as he pitched forward, sliding his shaft deeper. Llyr could taste salty-sweet cum and moaned as Dagr pressed on. He swallowed what he could before gagging.

Dagr wrapped a hand around his shaft and fed the length to Llyr’s eager mouth. He moaned around Dagr’s cock as Oz tongue fucked him from behind. After a few moments, the men traded places. Oz kicked off his trousers before stepping close enough that Llyr could investigate the slightly shorter, but equally broad shaft.

Once Llyr had done a bit of inspection, he brought the head to his lips, still voracious. He swallowed Oz as far as he could, nearly getting a little over half into his mouth. Oz’s moans of pleasure circled the cabin, urging Llyr to move faster.

To take more.

Dagr bit his ass cheek, eliciting a surprised cry. He released Oz’s cock from his lips with a pop and looked over his shoulder at the devilish man smiling up at him. A smile stretched Llyr’s lips seeing this side to Dagr.

The wall was cracking a bit more.

Llyr went back to Oz’s cock while Dagr licked, bit, and nuzzled his ass—before licking a hot trail from balls to hole. He, too, tongue fucked Llyr’s anus, all while stretching it with a couple of thick fingers.

Slick oozed from Llyr’s hole, his body past the point of being ready. At some point, his knees began to ache from being on the floor. Without a word, he dragged some of their discarded clothing over and tucked them under his legs to ease his discomfort.

“Let’s move this to the bed,” Oz murmured as he stroked a hand through Llyr’s curls. “You’ll be more comfortable there.”

Llyr smiled as the two men drew him onto Oz’s bed. It was considerably larger than Dagr’s. Still, it was a bit narrow for three. The confines of the ship were tight everywhere, that he could see. Luckily, the captain and commander seemed to understand exactly how to use every inch of that bed. They fit with ease—especially with him draped over Dagr’s big, strong body. They kissed with abandon—not clouded with the intense need of a full heat. This time, they’d be able to go slower and he could learn every inch of their bodies.

As they learned every inch of his.

Yet they all seemed incapable of slow. Urgency filled the air. It crackled—like lightning, sizzling around them. Every inch of his flesh was on fire, covered with goose bumps and impatient for their touch. The feel of all four roughhewn hands on his skin left him winded. Wanting more, he leaned closer, seeking communion with the men. Llyr inwardly gasped, working hard to hold a moan back.

“Isthisbetter?” Oz murmured before pressing a kiss behind Llyr’s ear.

He pressed his lips to the space where Llyr’s gills had been. Now that space was smooth skin… andhighlysensitive. The man’s warm, soft lips grazed him there, causing Llyr to close his eyes and revel in the sensation.

“Yess,”Llyr hissed in response to Oz’s question.

The captain slid his hand around to the back of Llyr’s neck. Cupping his head, the human quickly drew Llyr closer. Llyr exhaled, the possessiveness in the motion sending shockwaves through him. He lifted his stare to Oz’s heated one and could smell the whiskey on the man’s breath. Slanting his head, he lowered in and kissed Llyr with enthusiasm.

As soon as they came up for air, Dagr stole Llyr’s lips. His kiss was just as heady, leaving Llyr drunk and panting.

“Thief,” Oz whispered hotly before pulling Llyr to him and offering a more devastating kiss than the last.

A frenzy built as the two vied for his attentions—yet they somehow still shared him equally. Llyr had never been between two lusty men and soon learned he rather liked it. Being the object of their affection was intoxicating and quickly drove his need well past any point he’d ever experienced.

Oz moved in behind him and kissed him from his earlobes down to where neck met shoulder—all while the man’s large hands stroked his chest and stomach. Dagr writhed under him, his hard cock rubbing against Llyr’s. Hands dug into his hips almost painfully—but then held him in the very place he most desired to be.

Llyr arched his back and moaned at the sensation of the heated, wet swipe across his hard shaft. Glancing down, he saw Dagr now stroked his length in one strong hand. Oz soon joined Dagr. They worked their hands in concert over his shaft. Unfamiliar with the dual sensations, he writhed and fought against their provocation. Llyr moaned, over and over, as they stroked his shaft, stirring the coming orgasm.

His whimpers merged into one long, low mewl. Shaking his head against Oz’s shoulder, he fought the mounting need that threatened to consume him. His body shook, his breathing shuddered. He gasped, panting for more air. Their wicked caresses swayed him closer and closer to the edge. His two humans took ownership of his body and his reactions, stealing his ability to control himself.

When one of them slid a thick finger in through the tight bud at his bottom, he shattered.

Unable to hold back, the orgasm crashed into him. Squeezing his eyes shut, white light burst behind them and his body bowed. He came with a scream, his cum spurting from his shaft in a torrent onto Dagr’s stomach.

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