Page 27 of Ragoru

Vrishna grunted and dragged in the heady scent of their female. “You were lucky that she had the same ill-conceived seduction plan as you,” he grumbled. “You have no idea how badly this could have gone or how she could have been hurt if anyone lost control.”

Sabol’s easy smile disappeared, his sharp gaze regarding him. “As you suggested, I trusted you. And in the unlikelihood that anything would have happened… well, you saw that I had both of you in hand.”

Vrishna choked on a laugh. He had. Not only had he literally had their cocks in his hands at the table, he was now reminded that Sabol had his hand on Thral’s sack and knot, two very vulnerable places, when he began his rut. He had not moved from his spot nor released the male’s sack, even after he relinquished his knot, until he’d been obviously assured that Evie was in no danger. It had been clever. And neither he nor Thral had even noticed outside of what had seemed as seductive petting and play.

Sabol sighed and rubbed his stiff shafts against his belly, casting a longing look toward Evie. “I ache. The need to scent mark still drives me even though she smells heavily of Thral.”

“Because you sent us both into rut around her,” Vrishna pointed out crossly. “The rut won’t fully leave us until we’ve marked her as well.” He peered over at Thral. “Lucky brashu.”

Sabol’s eyes widened, and his hackles rose in offense as he sucked in a breath. “Thral could kill you for that insult.”

Now it was Vrishna’s turn to grin. It was true that brashu was one of the most reviled of insults referring to rogs conceived within the protection of a triad and abandoned, but he’d called the male a lot worse when he was insisting that they climb the mountain.

“He hasn’t yet,” he replied. “But I doubt he even hears either of us as deeply as he is sleeping.”

Unlike the two of them, the male was soundly asleep, his body curled possessively around Evie, his muzzle tucked down into her head fur so that he could breathe her in as he slept. He was also no longer extruded. Vrishna chuffed. The male was completely exhausted from his rut and had entered into a sedate state after scent marking her.

“Oh. Good. Then I will get in her next.” Sabol’s ear tipped toward Thral and then, confirming that he was truly deeply asleep, his ear turned in Evie’s direction as he glanced speculatively over at her and rubbed at himself again. “Do you think that she would be angry if I woke her?”

Vrishna’s brows rose. “What makes you believe you are next?

The look Sabol gave him was bland, as if Vrishna were not a head taller and outweighed him. Perhaps because he’d been too soft on the male, but for some reason this all amused him so he eased back with another chuff. He was in no mood to fight. He would find enemies that threatened their family, but he had no interest in fighting with one of his triad, especially when he knew that Sabol could be a mean fighter when he wanted to be.

His ears flicked. “Very well. See what she says when you wake her.”

This he wanted to see. Evie seemed to be as sound asleep as Thral. He doubted that she would be waking at all before the den filled with sunlight. In which case Sabol would be wasting a lot of unnecessary energy. Of course, if he forced her to wake, he also risked waking Thral, who wouldn’t be so amused. Either way it would be amusing, so he settled back to watch, a grin stretching across his face. Normally he didn’t enjoy fighting within a family, but this sort of mischief would be entertaining.

Casting another wary look at Thral, Sabol edged closer and nuzzled her cheek, his tongue darting out to caress her skin. Evie wrinkled her nose in her sleep and grumbled, but Sabol merely grinned and nuzzled her again.

“Evie,” he rasped, “wake up.”

She mumbled something and shifted, drawing closer to the warmth of Thral’s frame around her. Vrishna chuffed softly at the look of dismay on the other male’s face, but it was clear that Sabol wasn’t giving up. He wiggled in closer, whispering as he brushed his hands along her arms and sides. Bit by bit she stretched beneath his hands, and Vrishna was forced to shake his head in amusement. It seemed that she was going to wake up after all.

Her entire body uncurled and stretched, and she yawned as she half-rolled to peer at them over her shoulder. In that groggy state, her eyes slid over them, coming to rest on their cocks. She blinked and rolled the rest of the way over, wiggling out from under Thral’s arm as she did so. The male was so deeply asleep that he didn’t even budge nor noticed when Sabol carefully scooped her up and deposited her on the opposite side of the nest between them.

Evie smelled warm—of sleep and mating. Tucking himself behind her, Sabol played with her teats and dragged his tongue along her neck until she squirmed against him, said teats giggling against his hands as she panted with her need. It was then that he gently shifted her until Evie was facing him entirely, his upper hands holding her in place against him as his lower hands began to pet her. Evie murmured a content whisper of sound, her legs spreading wide as he nudged them open. Her sex already had a faint sheen to it that Sabol dipped his fingers into and slid along her cunt. Vrishna scented the air deeply and grunted, his need rousing anew in his gut. He could already pick up on the blooming scent of her arousal, and his hunger grew keenly with it.

He glanced questioningly at Sabol, curious as to why the male was presenting her to him when he claimed he wished to be next. Sabol merely chuffed and inclined his head, his demeanor clear as he caressed and squeezed her thighs beneath his palms. From between Sabol’s arms, Evie stared at him, her dark eyes warming with her need.

Wanting to be sure that she was ready for him, he dropped his muzzle to her cunt and scented her deeply there before running his tongue from back to top. She leaned back into Sabol and hummed with pleasure, encouraging his further need. She wasn’t anywhere near ready for his cock, but he settled in, dragging his tongue over her, working into the tight grasp of her channel and teasing the little bud at the top of her sex until her sweetness flowed from her and she raked her clawless fingers against his pelt. When he was certain that she was ready, he shifted in closer as Sabol adjusted his own position and lifted her higher against him so that her cunt was the perfect offering and she remained caged between them.

Rumbling deep in his chest, he worked his pleasure cock into her, pressing slowly forward as he felt her cunt give way and spread around him. His breeding cock pulsed and ached with a vicious need for release, but he ignored it for as long as he could, grateful that her body seemed to accept Ragoru cock better than it had when Thral had fed his own pleasure cock into her. His hips moved quicker, seeking the gush of release that would relax her cunt enough for his breeding cock.

He growled softly as her body softened beneath his hands, and he gripped her around the waist, her hips moving with his, meeting his thrusts. Her breath grew ragged as she moved in tandem with him, her cunt pulsing around his length. The flutter of her channel became a ripple of demanding pulses, and she moaned and gasped as her release flooded through her, giving a liquid softness to her channel even as his fur became wet with the scent of her need. He drank it in as his thrusts slowed, his eyes rolling back into his head. A shiver raced through his pelt as his cock thickened and twitched further, and he met Sabol’s knowing, rut-heated gaze over her head.

Neither of them was going to be able to wait much longer. With an impatient growl, he pulled his pleasure cock free and angled his breeding cock at her entrance. His control thinner than a finely woven cord, his hips pushed forward with a single hard thrust that had Evie crying out. His hips drew back and snapped forward, drawing another cry of pleasure from her. Her cunt fisted him tighter than any hand, and even sweeter than the grip of her mouth around it earlier. Vrishna grunted and growled in a haze as he worked his engorged length in and out of her, his sack slapping against her ass with every stroke as Sabol continued to hold her open for him. He could feel his cock swelling eagerly, his knot brushing her entrance. He hungered to lock her. Her ass tempted him to drive his pleasure cock into that hot space, to drive both of his cocks into her body and watch the heightened pleasure crawl across her face.

“Do it,” Sabol growled.

He shook his head desperately. “If I do, you will not be able to rut.”

The other male snarled in frustration and then shifted, moving Evie with him. Her fingers dug into Vrishna’s scruff, but she relaxed when she realized that Sabol was carefully rearranging her against Vrishna’s broad chest.

“Lay her against your chest and present her ass to me,” Sabol rasped hungrily. “I will ease her back passage and then rut her. I can’t wait to experience locking when I don’t feel like my pelt is about to peel from me with this need.”

Vrishna rumbled in agreement, drawing her firmly against his chest as he leaned back, his cock sliding free with a wet sound that sent a shiver through him. He gripped her legs, spreading them wide even as he made certain that her cunt was open for the other male. Hungrily, he watched Sabol hover behind her, his body curling around hers as his pleasure clock slid along her wet slit. He wasn’t gentle as he rammed it in with a hard slap of his hips, but Vrishna recognized that she was beyond that need. She clawed at him, her sounds of pleasure muffled against his fur as Sabol speared her repeatedly, driving his pleasure cock into her until it glistened and she cried out with another release. He pulled it free only to plug her cunt with his breeding cock, his hips grinding in fierce snaps as it rutted into her, his precum spilling from around his cock with every push and drag of it into her cunt.

The smell of musk from them rose higher and Sabol gripped her hips as he pumped hard, and fast, though never once breaching her with his knot. Evie’s moans turned to cries as her grip tightened, but Vrishna didn’t mind. He found the pull on his pelt erotic as he watched as Sabol groaned deeply and pressed forward hard, his knot popping into her cunt. The moment his knot pushed through, the smell of Evie’s arousal thickened, and she released as she writhed on his knot and made small desperate noises in the back of her throat. Sabol pumped and groaned but then shockingly pulled free, popping his slowly deflating knot free, his seed spraying lightly over her cunt as he quickly repositioned himself so that his pleasure cock, still wet from her release, was positioned at her ass.

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