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Damn, I could come again just from the sounds he makes at my touch and it takes everything inside of me not to reach down and play with myself too.
If only I had more than two hands. Sometimes it sucks to not be a Kraken shifter. All those additional limbs could be so useful right about now.
At the very moment his cum coats my throat, I feel a hardness of epic proportions at my entrance, getting me all excited for what I hope’s to come.
I’m poised and raring to go with my face in Ezhno’s lap and my ass up in the air and I feel the heat of my men surrounding me once more, the air clogged with sexual desire.
Looking back, I see Raini pushing the head of his dick into me and the slight curve of his cock makes him meet my g-spot perfectly at the first thrust of his hips.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“It’s so good, Chief. Don’t stop. Gods, please don’t stop.”
I’m begging and totally happy to do so. I need this.
Not just the orgasms these guys provide, but the intimacy and connection. It’s honestly the most important thing to me. When we come together, it feels as though we’re weaving together a tapestry that’s coming together seamlessly with each thread and bob of the needle.
He does stop though and I want to cry out in frustration, but luckily it’s not for long. I could weep at the loss of contact when he pulls away for that moment. That is, until I realize that my guys are readjusting so that Luta is now under me, thrusting his hips up to place his long length exactly where Raini just was.
So. Fucking. Good.
It gets better when Raini comes back and slowly pushes his way into my ass, using my slick cream as lube while thrusting in time with Luta and making me scream in never ending euphoric bliss. My orgasm is fast approaching and I want them all to come with me so I beg them to slow down and draw this intense feeling out before beckoning Mahkah, Caiya, and Ezhno to me.
These men are well bigger than the average man of today’s time, but I’ve been intimate with them so many times now that my fears of them hurting me are long gone and only excitement remains as I pull the length of Mahkah into my mouth and grasp my other two mates in my hands. The ebb and flow of a sexual encounter like this, even as well practiced as we are, can be difficult and a little bit sloppy to start but once we all find our rhythm, our magic comes to life, sparks of firelight sparkle and the winds around us pick up as we all come together to find our release.
My muscles clamp down hard on Luta and Raini as my orgasm overwhelms me, setting off the chain of men coming before me, on me, and inside of me. Flashes of their magic going off all around us, the air thickening with the scent of it combined with sex. And if I weren’t so tired, it might make me want to go all over again, but for now I just want to snuggle into my mates and enjoy the comfort of their presence.
The longing I feel inside for Tanda is the only thing settling uncomfortably within me.
“I miss him,” I say quietly, almost as if I don’t mean to say it at all. And maybe I don’t. I’m not sure why everything feels so… off, but something’s wrong and when all of my mates stiffen and growl, it all comes back with devastating clarity.
This is not a dream.
I am not Felix Tozi Jackson.
I am Tozi of the Santa Catalina tribe, goddess blessed and born from the blood of our grandmother goddess Toci to keep the peace between our world and mankind with my goddess blessed mates.
We’ve been apart for hundreds of years, torn apart by one night of deception and greed. That’s why my visions of yesterday are all so vastly different from my knowledge of today’s time. It’s all a jumbled mix in my head right now. Nothing is the same as it once was. Life has advanced in many ways, and yet the world is dying all around us. My men and I are needed now more than ever to help it grow and thrive the way we were always meant to, but can we do that without the last sole member of our family?
Can I ever forgive him for what he’s done? Will my mates forgive him, their own brother of our tribe?
He may never be mine again after all, and now the pressing question is, will I survive it?
Chapter Ten
Felix
ChapterTen
Felix
Something is wrong!
Running along the well-worn path that leads villagers to the coastline when the tides allow for fishing, I breathe deeply, trying to remain calm as I listen to the warnings of the earth as it speaks to me.
The dampened dirt rumbles beneath my bare feet, vibrating in anger at some violation being made against it. The winds are howling in anger and lightning streaks across the sky as the violent call of thunder booms its rage in the distance.
I cannot feel my mates, their ties somehow cut from our bonds, with the exception of Tanda whose energy is so coated in hate and self-loathing I can’t do anything else but place a wall up against it so I’m not tainted with the quick vile potency in which hate can spread.
