Page 93 of Pregnant With Their Babes

“The hell you can’t,” Llyr said before reaching for Oz. “Kneel like you would if I had two legs.”

Oz moved into position, kneeling as Llyr lifted his tail. He laid it on the man’s shoulder, lifting his ass enough for them to share him.

“See,” Llyr said with a grin.

Oz smiled and immediately positioned himself better. He angled the head of his cock down and thrust slowly, joining Dagr. Once they were all joined, Llyr moaned, reveling in the feel of his mates inside him. Their shafts throbbed, aching with life.

Aching with need.

Gradually, the men stirred, pumping and thrusting in concert. Llyr gripped Oz’s arms to steady himself against the potent thrusts. He rested his head back on Dagr’s shoulder, luxuriating in their touch to his true form.

Another first.

They’d had him as human, now they took him asmer.

The pair drove into him leisurely, their movements deliberate. He could tell they wished to be gentle with him—likely because of the young growing inside him. Oz’s hands stroked his burgeoning belly as they filled him.

Their collective moans grew with every thrust. Heat built low, at the base of Llyr’s spine. He realized an orgasm approached, but he fought it… desiring the moment to last longer. Llyr bit his lip… the inside of his cheek… but still it rushed closer. Arching his neck, he gasped at the convulsing shudder crashed into him. Llyr bellowed, shooting cum over the swell of his belly in thick spurts. His body clenched, as the aftereffects raced through him—leaving him gasping for air.

Oz trailed his fingers through the fluid before bringing them to his lips. He held Llyr’s gaze as he licked the salty essence from his fingers and moaned—his eyelids drifting closed for a moment. Dagr kissed his throat, ear, and head, whispering soft sounds to soothe him after his release.

After a few moments, they increased their tempo. Just a bit, but he sensed they neared the edge themselves. Their grunts and thrusts grew sharper, their fingertips sinking into his flesh with a bit more bite. He could see Oz searching for release, his expression tightening. The cords on his neck and shoulders tightened, the muscles pushed to the extreme.

Under him, he could sense the same marked tension. Dagr’s beleaguered breathing had shorted to pants and gasps for air.

Oz was the first to roar, his head falling back and mouth open wide. He filled Llyr, the heat building inside. Dagr stiffened under him, triggered by Oz’s release. The man shuddered under him before whispering a curse. A cry rent from his lips, fingertips sharp… as he came inside Llyr.

They panted, drawing in great lungfuls of air as they came back down from the heavens. As they withdrew from Llyr, they rolled and lay on their sides in the warm water, cocooning him between their strength. He smiled, thoroughly sated and happy to be back in their arms. And once more claimed by flesh.

“That… was amazing,” Dagr whispered between pecks on Llyr’s neck.

“So you like this form, do you?”

“Yes. Unequivocally, yes,” Oz answered before glancing at Dagr. “I hope I speak for us both?”

Dagr chuckled. “You do.”

“Good,” Llyr said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I was worried you would dislike my true form… and not find it attractive.”

“You’re more attractive,” Dagr said. “Becausethisis the real you.”

Llyr nuzzled against Dagr’s chest, smiling. “I’m happy to hear you say that.”

Suddenly a burst of energy shot through the room like a wave.

“What was that?” Oz asked, frowning. “Did you feel it, too?”

Dagr sat up in the tub, worry in his expression. “Magic.”

“Oh, fuck,” Oz cried.

They both turned to him, watching as his legs stitched together under the water… and transformed into a golden, scale-covered tail.

“What the hell?” Oz asked, concentrating on Llyr. “Did you do this?”

“No!” Llyr said, confused. Yet he was unsure. Had sex in hismerform caused a latent gift to exhibit? “At least… I don’tthinkso.”

“Will my legs come back?” Oz asked, looking frantic.

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