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Vrishna nodded. “I do as well. But we are in no shape to catch up with her like this. We are both engorged and distracted by it. We need to clear the rut from us so that we can focus on our pursuit.

Thral bared his teeth, irritated at his own weakness. He knew what the scent of an unmated female could do to him, but he hadn’t realized how thoroughly his body would betray him. So much so that it made it impossible to gather his thoughts enough to do anything, despite the female being nearby. He was also aware of what Vrishna was suggesting. He had seen it among some of the mated triads in compound as desire was freely shared among the triads as with their female. He swallowed sharply and inclined his head. Vrishna was right. He needed to get this out of his system.

He looked down at his cocks in dismay. He had never extruded for any purpose other than to piss. He certainly never coaxed himself to release before since he’d never been engorged. He wasn’t even sure where to start, only that the need for relief hammered at his skull.

The other male chuffed a quiet laugh and shifted closer, his warm palm sliding along his sack. “This is your first extrusion, yes?”

Thral nodded again, and Vrishna made a sound in his throat.

“I thought so. The first scent of a fertile female can do that. As a male rejected from the company of forming triads, I have suffered more than one extrusion on our homeworld while encountering the scent of an unmated female. I even enjoyed a few brief encounters with other males also lured by her scent,” he added. “The same relief that mated males, as you know, offer each other when their female is busy with one.”

Thral didn’t comment on the observation, but he understood what the male was saying. This was a normal part of care on their world, even if it felt awkward to him.

“I don’t know what to do,” he admitted with a frustrated snarl.

“I will help you,” Vrishna replied, wrapping his large hand around the base of both of his cocks, squeezing them together in one fist so that Thral’s hips snapped forward as he released a guttural snarl.

“I will bring you up as much as you will allow until your rut claims you and then I will allow you to mount so long as you permit my mount in turn.” His grip tightened. “This is not about domination. Some males in a triad may work like that, but I don’t.”

“Agreed,” Thral growled between his teeth as he drew in another deep breath of the female’s scent and snapped his hips forward in a silent demand. “Now do it.”

Vrishna chuffed in amusement and his hand pulled along his length, sliding from the roots to the tips of his cocks with each pass. More precum poured from Thral’s cocks, his thighs twitching with need as Vrishna continued to pump him. A tongue swiped along the length and tip that made him jump and snarl, but it only made the other male’s hand pull quicker and harder, encouraging Thral to pump hard against his fist. His lust rose like a haze as the male’s hand and tongue tormented him, teasing him with every breath ofherperfume. The higher the haze rose, the harder he slammed his hips until he was gripping the other male’s fur viciously. Unable to take it anymore, his cocks twitching and spilling ropes of precum down their lengths as they engorged further, he yanked free from the other male’s grip and stood there panting.

With a nod, Vrishna turned and braced, his tail shifting out of the way. Thral lunged for him, his four hands tangling in the fur of his scruff and along his hips and he anchored Vrishna in place and, with one hand freed to press his cocks together, pushed them into the other male’s back passage, the tight grip of it making his eyes roll back as Vrishna grunted deeply with the penetration. He drew in another deep breath of her scent and snapped his hips, driving against Vrishna’s haunches, his pace quick and fraught with the urgency of the rut upon him. The male grunted with his every thrust, his breath panting from him. The tight clench of his muscles bore down, squeezing Thral’s cocks, their scents rising and mingling with the odor imprint of the female.

Thral wanted her like he never wanted anything before. He snapped his hips as he rutted Vrishna, his desire and need overwhelming him like the rise of the big water that they’d seen. He felt as if he were drowning in it, but it sent shocks running through his back as his primary cock swelled further. He pumped faster, his seedsack slapping against that of the other male as he rutted him. Bending further over Vrishna’s back, he gripped him harder, his hips jerking as he felt the beginning of the knot forming. He was almost there. He thrust harder and deeper as his knot began to swell, and Vrishna growled in warning and then snarled as he rolled them both, dislodging him completely. His cocks pulled free as he dropped on his back, his seeds spurting from him in hard arcs. He trembled, his hips jerking with every release, barely aware of Vrishna’s hand around his knot, working and squeezing it until the last bit of his seed dribbled out of him.

He lay there for a long moment, the mingled scents drifting over him, including the scent of Sabol. His tongue stroked over his teeth and muzzle as he attempted to draw all four combined flavors into him.

The world turned suddenly as he was spun around onto his belly, and Thral grunted and growled with the force of it. Vrishna rasped an apology.

“I’m in need now. It’s your turn if you are willing.”

Thral gritted his teeth, knowing without a doubt that Vrishna’s cocks would not fit him without some sort of initial discomfort. Steadying himself, Thral pushed up, lifting his haunches. The brush of Vrishna’s secondary cock, his pleasure shaft, sent a quiver through him as the length vibrated against him.

“Just one at a time,” Vrishna murmured in way of assurance, one of his hands curling around Thral’s tail and pulling out of the way. Holding him steady, Vrishna pushed forward, sinking his slickened shaft slowly into him.

Thral panted at the invasion, his vision blurring slightly and then sharpening when one of Vrishna’s hands slipped around his hips to wrap around his primary cock. It pumped his slick sex as Vrishna moved and their groans joined each other. Thral begin to push back against the shaft, enjoying the stimulation until suddenly it pulled free and the angled tip of the primary cock pressed against him.

“I can’t hold off any longer,” Vrishna growled in way of apology.

The copious amounts of precum made his cock extremely slick as it prodded him and then the tip slid inside, gradually making room as the rest of the head was swallowed. Thral groaned and snarled with pleasure. Vrishna swiveled his hips, his hand giving another hard stroke to Thral’s revived cock, pumping his length as he moved his hips in tandem. Vrishna’s snarls grew louder as his control over his rut ebbed, but Thral ceased to care as he met every thrust pounded into him.

The stimulation of Vrishna’s seedsack slapping against his once again added to his pleasure more than he expected, the male’s cock slamming deep in a furious pace that made Thral’s vision blur and bleed over in ecstasy. He bit back a strangled moan when his cock thickened and knotted in Vrishna’s fist, his seed bursting from his tip in a fresh spray. Vrishna suddenly pulled free and lurched to the side as he desperately yanked his own cock, spilling his seed all over the grass beside them.

Panting, the male glanced over at him and grinned sedately as he drew in a deep breath. “That brought some relief, I think. Now what of the female? Do you think Sabol would share?”

Pushing to his feet, Thral mouth curved in a hard smile. Whether Sabol liked it or not, that female was now theirs. He would win her and share her with Vrishna, and Sabol would be permitted to join if he yielded. As the female was yet unmated meant that there was the opportunity for him to take control of the triad that would form around her. He drew in their scent, focusing completely on the direction that the pair went.

“We will find out soon enough,” he growled.

CHAPTER11

Evie’s hair prickled on the back of her neck. The forest had grown thicker and cooler, and even Sabol seemed on edge. For the first time she truly felt like she was being hunted, and she believed that he understood that feeling because he milled around her constantly, his ears pricking, his entire body nearly vibrating with tension every time they stopped to rest.

She glanced over at him, noting the way his head was craned to the east, the skin around his nostrils moving as he picked up scents in the air that she couldn’t smell. Swiping her red curly stands of hair back from her brow, she squinted at him.

“What is it?”

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