Page 13 of Ragoru

He wouldn’t want just any males for triad brothers, but worthy males could help him better protect his female and he wasn’t the least bit averse to that.

He gave his pelt a shake, chasing away the thoughts, and gave his little female an apologetic look as he skimmed one claw over her nipple, watching in fascination as it furled in reaction.

“I would like nothing more than to explore all of you,” he admitted in a raspy, regretful voice. “If we had more time, I would draw this out and give you as much pleasure as I can.”

A look of understanding filled her expressive face, and she smiled. “Hey, it’s the thought that counts, big guy. We will have plenty of time for exploration, but for now let’s get a bit of security for ourselves.”

He nodded, his eyes trailing down to where her sex was hidden between her legs. Gripping one thigh in each hand, he slowly parted them to reveal her slickened slit. It was there just as he imagined it but with a curious nub of flesh at the top. He pushed away his desire to explore it and gently turned her so that her bottom was presented to him. His cocks ached, and the wet splatter drooling from his primary cock between her knees made both jerk eagerly.

“I must confess something,” he heard himself say, regardless of his better judgment. “I can’t guarantee this will drive them away. It is more likely that they will try to recruit me for their triad rather than try to get rid of me.” He met her eyes. “It is your choice if you still want to do this.”

She stared back at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with desire. He hated the look of worry that crossed her face. He considered pulling away and reassuring her that she didn’t have to go through with it. Regardless of the potential danger to himself, he knew that the Ragoru pursuing them wouldn’t hurt her. Only a rogue male was something to be concerned about, as they would try to kill a female’s males to steal her away and force himself on her, but rogue males never came in pairs. Whoever these males were, they would be safe for her even if they were persistent in trying to gain her attention and acceptance. He had done no less himself. But she nodded as a heated look returned to her gaze, and he felt his excitement well at her permission.

“First the pleasure shaft then,” he rasped, aligning his lower cock with her dripping entrance and slowly feeding it into her.

Its tight clutch around his tip burned through him, and he moaned at the sensation as it began sucking him in. That caused his shaft to sink in a little deeper, and he growled as an electric bolt rushed through him. He pushed forward slowly as the shaft began to vibrate, and her channel spasmed around it, squeezing tight as she gasped with surprise. He shivered in reaction and thrust forward, pressing the rest in with one deep stroke. Holding in place, he felt her tremble as his pleasure shaft eased her, the little tremors within her cunt making her pant into the plants below her cheek.

Sabol snarled at the sensation, his body rocking as he picked up the pace, dragging the shaft in and out of her until she was writhing, begging for more. He was already panting for breath by that time, his muscles trembling with the effort of restraint as he felt his rut swelling within him. Dragging his pleasure shaft from her channel, he adjusted his position and pressed the angled head of his primary cock at her entrance. The tip of its upper edge grazed the little bead of flesh as it slid against her slit, and her hips shot up with a cry of desire so strong that he made a note to revisit that spot again when there was less urgency.

Pressing the head against her weeping slit, he growled low in his throat as her sex opened for him, drawing him in. The hard grip of her channel squeezed and rippled around his cock, and he moaned as his cock swelled further in reaction, his hips jerking in reaction as the haze of the rut crept over him.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her sheath tightening around him.

Dropping his head, he nuzzled her neck and dragged his tongue worshipfully over that small stretch of vulnerable skin. “Relax into it,” he whispered. “All of this hunger is just for you.”

He pressed his hips forward, his growl deepening as her body gave way. Her moan tickled his ear, exciting him further so that he was pressing in harder and faster than he’d planned, but Evie’s hips jerked as she gasped softly, pulling him even deeper until he was entirely enclosed within her sheath, his seedsack sliding against the mouth of her sex. He drew back and thrust and growled at the slap of his seed sacks against her. Great Father Guardians, he never felt anything of the like.

Drawing back, he rocked forward again and again, his cock sliding deep until it brushed the deepest part of her. She gasped at each contact, and he slowed, worried that he’d hurt her until she pushed back hard against him, driving his length deep so that they both moaned aloud together. His hips began to pick up the tempo of his rut, and they swung with a loose movement born of instinct as his upper hands ran over her breasts reverently while his lower ones kept her hips pinned in place. He plucked at her nipples with his claws, rolling them with the thick pad of his finger as he pumped into her, enjoying the sway of her teats against his hands. They were the softest things he’d ever felt, and he marveled at their texture and plushness as he bent over her, his pelvis curling inward with his every thrust.

Evie’s cries began to come in earnest then as she trembled and writhed against him, and still his hips jerked instinctively against her bottom, his cock driving into her feminine sheath. He ran his tongue along her shoulder and neck, relishing the salty, sweet taste of her skin as his hips snapped harder and faster, his cock swelling as precum streamed into her channel with his every thrust. The feel of their mingled arousal coating them made him crazy with desire. His lower hands left her hips to wrap around her waist, his fingers pressing against her pelvis to help her meet his every thrust. Her silken skin slid beneath the sensitive pads of his fingers as he worked to remain in control. Evie thrashed and moaned beneath him, her cries becoming wilder as his cock thickened further with the bulge of his knot forming and pressing up against the mouth of her sex. He rode her, rutting against her as he panted, his knot bumping against her with every wild pump.

Instinctively, Sabol mouthed her shoulder and placed just enough pressure to keep her immobile. His mate pinned, he snapped his hips ecstatically, his desire soaring as she whimpered with a desperation he felt to his bones as her lush body quivered beneath him. He couldn’t get enough of touching it, teasing it as he slipped a hand lower to find that little fleshy bead. Rolling it between his fingers, he growled in delight as her body stiffened with a sharp cry, her channel rippling fervently around his length.

“That is it, just like that,” he panted. He continued to roll and tug on it, thrusting a little harder and more insistently, bumping his knot against her slit. He could feel the mouth of her cunt relaxing around the stimulation even as her walls pulled at his cock and tightened and more and more around him.

With her strangled shout, her sex creamed around him, dripping as the perfume of her arousal heightened. The quickening scent of her need filled his nose, and he grunted as his knot slammed harder against her cunt with every violent thrust. His cock twitched with a spray of his precum within her, signaling the coming of his seed, and instinctively he pressed forward, his knot pushing and working its way in as her channel spasmed and fluttered around his girth in response to his invasion. It squeezed his knot tightly, and she cried out as he pressed it the rest of the way home, his snarl echoing among the trees around them.

Knotted securely in place, he went wild, his hips flexing and grinding as his cock jerked repeatedly within her. Every flex of his hips coinciding with the jerk of his shaft spraying more of his seed within her. Evie’s cries of pleasure rose with every jettison, her cunt spasming harder as sweat began to slicken her skin. Her pheromones only grew all the more delicious, and he breathed them in ravenously. He continued to grind his cock within her, drawing out both of her pleasure as her pheromone release made his own orgasm continue with hers. His growls and snarls mingled with her cries as his hips jerked and vibrated against hers with the pure, instinctual urgency of his need. His cock barely wiggled in place within the grasp of her sheath, and yet the spasms around it milked him steadily.

His hips twitched, and he moaned as his knot finally slipped free. At the same moment, Evie whimpered as her cunt released it with a wet pop. His seed dribbled from her slit onto the plants and along her thighs, and a satisfied smile curled the corners of his mouth as he watched it. Her cunt was blushed a darker hue than it started out, and he leaned down and ran his tongue along it in a soothing kiss, his tongue brushing the little bud at the top that made her cry out again and again. He leisurely explored it with his tongue, and when he scented her arousal bloom anew, he aligned his primary cock with her sex and drove in again.

His rivals would be there soon, and he was determined to coat her womb with his seed as much as possible before they arrived and then dare them to try and chase him away.

CHAPTER13

Vrishna raced alongside Thral, his sides heaving with exertion as they hurried their pace. The scent of breeding filled the air, telling them exactly what Sabol had done—and was currently doing. They needed to get there fast and establish their claim as a triad before the female locked in on the one male. It was unusual, but it was not impossible. And Vrishna was not willing to give up his chance at a mate. As much pleasure and comfort as he and Thral found with each other, as was right for soon to be triad brothers, he wanted a female with the same equal determination and longing as the male beside him.

Their chests vibrating with their constant growls, they sped among the trees, not even trying to move silently now as their large bodies crashed through the growth. It didn’t matter. Sabol would have already scented their approach as much as they could taste the musk of his scent mixing with the female’s in the air. The only thing that Vrishna could smell clearly was the scent of fury and dominance coming off Thral.

Vrishna hoped that Sabol wouldn’t put up too much of a fight. A conflict between the males was inevitable, and Vrishna’s job would be to keep their female out of harm’s way, understanding that she may wish to help the male she knew and favored. Especially a human female who wouldn’t understand that a dominance challenge rarely ended in injury for the males involved. He had never seen a human—none of them had, with the exception of Sabol now—but he had heard the Shining Ones speak with concern of how small and vulnerable they were. While Sabol and Thral were unlikely to sustain injuries in their fight, Vrishna was uncomfortably aware that she could easily be accidentally harmed if she attempted to interfere and put herself between them.

He snarled quietly. There would be no accidents. He would see to it. Even if he had to strike the males himself to maintain distance between their fight and her.

Thral’s growl became louder as he suddenly picked up speed, pulling ahead of Vrishna. There was no need to guess at the reason. The grunts of pleasure and soft, feminine sounds that were getting increasingly louder told Vrishna all that he needed to know. They had arrived. That became even more apparent when he skirted a patch of thorny bushes just in time to watch Thral snarl and leap over a fallen log in the direction of the other male. At that some moment, Sabol disengaged from the red-furred female, his primary cock spurting ropes of seed into the air as he turned to face the male with a vicious snarl of his own.

It was immediately obvious that they had not interrupted their first coupling, or even their second. The fur of Sabol’s seedsack and his thighs was thoroughly soaked from his and the female’s numerous releases. His cock jerked as it spewed another stream, and he sprang for Thral in turn, taking him far from the female’s side even as she scrambled across the ground grabbing for her bag. The vicious collisions of the two males barely caught Vrishna’s attention as he watched her. He frowned with concern and moved forward just as she removed a stick, and it doubled in length in her hand, a crackle of energy running across the top of it. His hackles rose in alarm at the determined look on her face when she turned toward Thral and Sabol, her weapon held out in front of her.

Vrishna growled and charged forward to block her path. Her eyes rounded, and she immediately turned the strange lightning on him, but he didn’t flinch or back down. He nearly chuffed in amusement since he doubted that the little device could do what the real thing had when he was caught out in a violent storm on his homeworld. He would protect her from herself and the males of his triad even if it meant taking a hit from the small lightning stick.

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