Page 61 of Pregnant With Their Babes

Llyr moaned his displeasure.

“Do I need to tell you again?” Dagr asked, one brow rising.

“No.” Remembering what Oz had answered earlier, he slapped on a “sir.”

One corner of Dagr’s lips lifted in an almost smile before he dragged Oz up into the bed. “On your knees, Captain. His ass needs a big, fat cock to fill it.”

Llyr’s whole body shook in anticipation. He had no need for a big, fat cock. He neededtwoin his ass. Hopefully he’d get them both before the night was over.

Dagr pressed the head of Oz’s cock against his wet hole. Oz’s hands were apparently still bound behind him, so Llyr helped push himself onto the captain’s length. He skated back with ease, his slick coating Oz as he slid. Oz’s moan mixed with his as they became one.

“Sadly, Oz doesn’t produce his own wetness,” Dagr said before walking to the table beside the bed. He withdrew a jar from the drawer and unhinged the lid. After scooping some of the contents on his fingers, he lifted them to show Llyr. “I have to get him wet myself.”

Llyr moaned as understanding hit. Oz was going to be the recipient of Dagr’s thick shaft, not him. But the vision of that in his mind only brought another moan to his lips. Moments later, Oz’s hips started to thrust forward, fucking him in short strokes. Dagr was coating his ass with the manufactured slick, preparing the captain to be claimed. Llyr glanced over his shoulder, watching the pleasure wash over Oz’s face. Over Oz’s shoulder, Llyr could see Dagr serious about his work. His shoulder and elbow moved back and forth, his fingers apparently fucking Oz’s hole.

Llyr returned to face forward, wishing he could see them all together—but he could only do that if he moved. He wasn’t going anywhere. The pleasure was too great.

The bed dipped with Dagr’s added weight. Oz stiffened behind him, and he heard the man grunt… and groan… and then a sigh of absolute pleasure flew from his lips.

“Tell him what you feel,” Dagr demanded of Oz.

Oz trembled against Llyr. “He’s… so big. Stretching me open.” Oz moaned again. “It feels… so good. My gods, Dag…. Just fuck me.”

The bed swayed with the power of Dagr’s first thrust. It pushed Oz deeper into Llyr. Llyr moaned and pushed back onto Oz’s cock. On it continued, Dagr’s thrust sending a bound Oz’s cock deep into Llyr. Realizing Oz had no means to grip and push himself besides Dagr’s thrust, Llyr rocked his hips harder and fucked himself on Oz’s hard cock, taking his own pleasures.

He controlled the tempo, to an extent. Llyr loved it, taking it as deep and hard as he needed. Oz was powerless. They used Oz’s body for their own pleasure… which he obviously enjoyed from the sounds of his moans.

Oz leaned over him, biting his shoulder. “You feelso goodriding my dick, baby.”

Llyr shivered at the sensual term of endearment. His back arched, his rhythm quickening.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Oz murmured against his ear. “That ass of yours was crafted just for us.”

Llyr trembled against Oz, his back to the human’s front. “I never want to leave.”

“You don’t have to, baby,” Oz whispered. “We’ll find a way.”

Oz lifted slightly, pushing back against Dagr’s heavy strokes. Each one made him bounce on Oz’s cock. They strained against one another, each one seeking absolution. Llyr had come once, but was more than ready to explode again. Before he could, Oz’s cock spasmed seconds before a wet heat filled his ass.

The spasm sent a shock wave through him and sent him over the edge. Before Oz’s cries died down, he orgasmed, adding his own moans of completion to the cabin. Only a few more thrusts brought Dagr to the edge, and his deep cries of release vibrated through Llyr, their bodies still connected as one.

Llyr collapsed to the bed, Oz’s cock still planted deep.

After a moment, Dagr withdrew from Oz. Then he helped the captain up and untied the man’s hands before they both collapsed in the bed alongside Llyr. Their warm bodies surrounded him in a warm, safe cocoon.

His bottom throbbed almost painfully, but it has been worth it.

Absolutely worth it.

He smiled as they curled up around him and drifted off to sleep.

11

Two days later, Oz stood at the bow of the ship, watching as they neared the natural cove that formed the entrance to their kingdom. The high cliffs were so familiar, yet almost alien after how long it had been since they’d last been home. Behind him, his crew raced to prepare for docking, a sense of urgency and excitement in their movements. The everyday sounds he was so comfortable hearing helped ease his disquiet.

A little.

He was still facing the end of everything he knew.

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