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Viper rolls my clit as his friend drives into my slick core.

“Come for us,” Viper demands, roughly working my clit feverishly.

Just then Mirsha thrust into me and all the pain, hurt, and heartache over the last three years fades to black. And all I can focus on is the sharp sensation of my climax as it slams into me. Drowns me. Leaves me marked and claimed. Pulse after pulse of my release burst through her.

I arch off Mirsha and Viper is right there to catch me. He grunts and pushes even deeper.

“Fuck it! I’m not waiting anymore. You’re getting me, baby girl. Take your godfather’s milk.”

“Both of us.”

Uncaring of all the consequences to follow, I take every white-hot rope of sperm to fill my pussy. Pulse after pulse, I take Mirsha’s seed deep inside me. And do the same for Viper.

Both men work my body with their long, thick cocks and suddenly I feel the ties binding the three of us together burn bright. Intense heat fuses us and unites our souls together permanently.

I gasp and clutch for purchase and they are right there holding me to them, not letting me fall—one from beneath. Another from behind.

Holding Luther’s gaze, I scream from the friction to my clit. Viper doesn’t let up until the last of the waves eases off for all of us and I can breathe again. I sag into Mirsha’s arms. And for a moment, I wonder if they were done with me. Would Luther finish himself off?

“What did I tell you, baby?”

My eyes draw to Luther patiently waiting and I crawl to him, dripping the sperm of my other two lovers down my thighs.

I take his outstretched hands and settle over him, his hot thick cock filling my freshly fucked pussy like I was meant to take him.

There are no words. None are needed. I glide over the top of him and he devours my sensitive nipples. Warmth cocoons me from all sides and I bask in the heat. Hold it close and clench around my godfather.

“Mm. Such a cock tease ever since your eighteenth birthday.”

I smile. He’s sweet and respectful. But we both know I strutted around in booty shorts and cropped tops, eager for all their attention long before I was legal.

I move strands of hair from his forehead. “I came back, you know. Looking for you three. I hoped to find you, but I knew deep down it wasn’t time.”

Hands move over me as I lose myself in the feel of Luther’s body cradling mine. I run my fingers through his hair and let myself go. They will be there to catch me. Every time.

“We watched over you while we could,” Luther confesses and the pain in his eyes tears my heart from my chest. “But when we couldn’t touch you, we had to go away and wait until you were ready.”

“What does that mean? I was ready that first night.”

“You were too young,” Luther argues, “...but now you know the difference between right and wrong. Taboo and accepted.”

Understanding calms me. They never wanted me looked down upon or shunned. I nod. “I do.”

There are no more words after that. Just Luther stroking deep inside me until I come apart in his arms. My heart is the first to fall and the rest of me follows. Just like with his best friends.

My climax is fast and full of fire. Viper and Mirsha wrap us in their arms and hold me to Luther. Surges of energy pour through us and they keep us all from falling apart.

Whatever feeds me their emotions and mine to them roars through me as bright as the sun.

Jets of cum mix with mine and Mirsha’s release. “Fuck,” Luther roars as the white light sears together the last of our tethers uniting all four of us.

We are finally whole. The love between us is as complete as the full moon in the sky and the ties of primal need holding us together.

Silver eyes catch mine as Mirsha silently lifts me from Luther. Together, my godfathers, my men, my lovers and friends carry me toward the promise of a warm shower and I suspect another orgasm.

Twelve

Aster

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