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Moaning, she craned her head back as she arched into another touch, tangling her hand in the fur that ran down Thral’s neck. She clung to him as she rolled her hips, luxuriating in the brush of the hands and tongues over her. She was so awash in sensation that her eyes fluttered open in an attempt to regain her equilibrium amid the sensual assault.

Her vision was filled with the sight of gray abs stretched over her. Although all three males were gray, there were subtle variations that let her know whose belly she was looking at as she followed the trail of fur lower to the thick purple tips of his cocks stretched brushing close to her cheek. Vrishna. His gray fur was the lighter, buffed color of a light gray gemstone compared to the steel gray of Sabol or the faded charcoal hue of Thral. She lifted a hand and grazed her fingers over both shafts, and his primary cock, shiny with the copious amount of precum coating it, bobbed eagerly in response to her attention.

Evie curled her fingers around its side, pressing the slick shaft against her cheek as she nuzzled its warmth and breathed in the dark musk that reminded her of a hint of dark chocolate and the hint of something sweeter. Moaning, her tongue darted out and lapped at its side. Vrishna’s body quaked in reaction above, and he growled when she sucked the angular head into her mouth. Its steep slope was a rapid taper but broad, and it filled her mouth completely as she drew it in. It was a snug fit that brought some discomfort to her jaw, but listening to him gasp and moan fueled her lust further—and her affection. She couldn’t feel anything less when she watched his complete surrender and saw the pure adoration on his face as he watched her take his length.

She sucked him deeper and writhed as Thral’s tongue pushed deeper and the pressure of his fangs on either side of her clit sent her need higher. Sabol gave her nipple a light stinging nip before shifting over her. Her pussy gushed in reaction to heat flaring across her breast, but her strangled cry was muffled from the seal of her mouth around Vrishna’s cock. Sabol’s fur brushed that same nipple, making her jerk at the touch as he repositioned himself. Thral’s head dipped lower as he worked more of his tongue into her, and then she felt the second tongue skim over her clit until she whimpered helpless against the length that Vrishna screwed between her lips. And then Sabol dragged her clit between his fangs in a long tug that made the world fragment and burst around her.

The cock shuttling in and out of her mouth cut off all sound and breath as Evie detonated, the cock driving further into her throat. Three growls of pleasure met her cries, and the cock in her mouth gave up its seed as it pulsed over and over, spilling from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. She swallowed as much of it down as she could as her own orgasm rocked through her until suddenly it pulled free, his cum splattering across her cheek. She barely noticed as her entire body shook with her climax, gasping around a silent scream before finally inhaling as much needed oxygen reached her deprived lungs. She inhaled and trembled again, her entire body quaking from her release, leaving her dizzy and her clit pulse and her belly rippling with the need to feel more.

Then Thral shifted and rose above her, and she mumbled a soft protest as his tongue and Sabol’s abandoned the wet, needy mess of her pussy. The warm brush of Thral’s fur over her belly had her rising to meet him. She could feel the hot, slick length of him brush the inside of her thigh but, to her frustration, he stopped.

The brush of his muzzle against her cheek and the warm caress of his tongue cut through the lust with its sweetness. She didn’t miss that it dragged over Vrishna’s spill even as Thral’s large body shuddered over hers, and she tilted her head for a better view and watched with interest as Sabol kneeled beside the male and rubbed his sack with one hand even as his other manipulated the male’s knot. She glanced back over at Vrishna to note that he still hadn’t moved even when Thral’s head turned toward his still erect cock. Thral watched her from his secondary eyes, his primary eyes trained on Vrishna as his tongue lashed at the engorged head, and Vrishna growled in response. Then Thral closed his mouth around it and sucked, his tongue visibly stroking over it from between his bottom fangs. He sucked the full length down his throat until the tip of his nose brushed Vrishna’s pelvis, the male’s knot cushioned against his fangs. Vrishna growled, his hips leaping forward, and she swore she saw the knot of his cock swell further as it pulsed with another flood of release. Only then did Thral pull back, leaving the length clean of all evidence of his spend.

Turning his muzzle against the side of her cheek again, Thral’s tongue stroked the skin there in a way that seemed almost lovingly as he notched his cock against her pussy. Evie could feel the heat of him against her folds, and she wiggled against him, needing to assuage that demanding ache. He pressed in with his smaller, knobby cock, the rounded head of it rubbing in a way that made her gasp as her pussy opened for it greedily. It filled her in a way that made her shiver with pleasure in its every pass. Or perhaps that was the brush to Sabol’s hand as he worked the knot of Thral’s primary cock above it, the knot of which she could feel press against her clit with every thrust.

Evie moaned as it drove into her, dragging through her pussy in its push and pull. Thral maintained an unhurried pace as if he were training her pussy to take him. She rocked with his movement, pleasure streaking through her. It wasn’t quite thick or long enough to truly satiate the need curling through her, but she shivered with small bursts of need coiling ever deeper with his every thrust. Evie attempted to wind her legs around him, but he held her legs splayed open and pressed to the bed as he drove into her. Even so, she rocked into his every thrust until he suddenly pulled away, leaving her pussy empty and pulsing in protest. She moaned in dissatisfaction as she wriggled desperately beneath him until it was replaced with something bigger and thicker. His primary cock’s head teased her entrance as it slid between her folds.

She had a feeling that Sabol was still fondling his knot and scrotum because there was an almost mindless bump and grind of Thral’s cock as it rocked against her pussy. Upon tilting her head at an angle to get a look at his face, she noticed that his eyes were half-shut and she could hear the wet slap of his cock being worked as it was notched more firmly at her entrance. Sabol chuffed softly, the reason for which was completely lost on Evie, but whatever it was, it caused Thral to snarl as his hips pressed forward, screwing his cock deep into her.

Evie gasped, her hips jerking up to meet him despite the pressure that made some part of her scream to do the opposite. He was thicker than she expected. Her pussy stretched to the brink of discomfort as little electrical pulses skittered over her. Those small pulses of pleasure were what made her channel flood with renewed arousal as her sex rippled tightly around his length, sending a fresh wave of desire crashing through her. She rocked into the feel of his heavy length imbedded with her, needing more sensation as her arousal stirred anew as every bump, vein and the slightly ruffled edge of his head brought nerve endings alive.

And then he began to move.

Gasping loudly, she choked on a moan as his cock dragged out nearly to the tip before burrowing back inside. He nuzzled her cheek and neck as he rocked against her, his mouth working slowly down to her shoulder. It closed around her in a hold, but it didn’t frighten her or dull her pleasure. Sabol had done that as well. If anything, there was a sense of possession and dominance in his hold that she found oddly reassuring and satisfied something deep within her that seemed to need it.

She melted under the touch as his cock moved in and out of her. He growled with the drive of his hips, his hackles rising as his cock breached deep. The sound was husky. Needy. His teeth gleamed as his lips curled back as he continued to work himself in and out of her sex, his hips moving faster, angling with every slap of his hips against her inner thighs. It pressed his cock deeper, claiming more of her with every thrust as his hips began to swing, snapping against hers with the urgency of his rising rut.

Evie clung to him, gasping and crying out even as she clawed at his fur, demanding more. She turned her head to the side blindly as the sound of moans and grunts met her ears. Her breath shuddered out of her, though she was barely keeping pace with Thral’s rut as his hips moved faster and faster. So too did Vrishna’s hips. He had Sabol pinned beneath her at her side and Sabol’s fingers entwined with her own in shared ecstasy, his yellow eyes gleaming with his pleasure as Vrishna drove into him, his knot slapping at Sabol’s ass, the same as she could feel Thral’s knot pressing harder and harder against the lips of her sex, demanding entrance.

Sabol glanced down her body at Thral, and a shiver worked through him as he seemed to be caught watching the other male trying to work himself deeper into her. Then he moaned deeply, the fur around his plating on his spine standing on end when Vrishna pushed forward hard and grunted, his knot pressing all the way home, buried within Sabol. His mouth clamped in the scruff on Sabol’s neck he began to grind in earnest as Sabol panted, his own cock jumping where she could see it hanging between his legs.

It was close enough that she slid her fingers down his belly and curled her fingers around the upper cock, squeezing it as ecstasy flooded through her as Thral ground forward, his hips tilting as the bulge of his knot pressed in, stretching her impossibly until it rooted deep within her channel. Her pussy fluttered around the exquisite pressure of the knot lodged within her as he too began to grind on her, sending hot sparks shooting through her belly and to her clit with the rock of his body.

She squeezed Sabol’s cock in time to it, pulling along its length and working him as her pussy shuddered around Thral’s length and that burning need coiled and flared and burned within her. And then he roared and his seed sprayed within her, triggering her own release. It was like a dark wave rolling over her as she cried out, her body shivering with every jerk of Thral’s cock within her. She half expected him to stay lodged within her as would have happened with a true knot, but it deflated with his release and he pulled free just as Sabol dropped beside her with a grin.

Evie smiled tiredly, but her gaze turned back up to Thral hovering over her with an anxious look in his eyes. Raising a hand, she brushed it along his jaw and cheek, and he nuzzled her palm with a happy sigh as he shifted away to drop down on the other side of her. Vrishna yawned and dropped beside Sabol. She thought that they meant to sleep and was disappointed until she saw the way their slit eyes gleamed at her. It was a moment’s respite, nothing more, and despite her exhaustion her pussy clenched with excitement.

CHAPTER22

Vrishna was the first among his triad to recover. Evie still dozed, but it gave him the opportunity that he needed to speak quietly to Sabol. He had been both too caught up in the moment with their female and reluctant to embarrass him in front of her to take the male to task for what could have been a disastrous plan. He admitted privately to himself that he had been excited as well, his body trembling when he followed their lead to her nest.

The satisfaction that he’d felt that morning had taunted him with the pleasures that were waiting for him, and yet he’d known that had only been the smallest taste. The memory of it had tormented him as his cock ached. How Sabol had caught on to what Evie was doing in tempting all three of them, when she’d been in no way prepared for that sort of rutting, had perplexed him. He had caught scent of her arousal, but he hadn’t assumed anything from it. Certainly not that she was intentionally drawing it forth to entice them.

Yet, by the dark fathers, he’d craved it.

But then what Sabol did… Vrishna shivered at the memory of lust and shock in her eyes when she watched the way Sabol’s hands slid along their cocks. They had squeezed him just enough to drive his arousal the rest of the way into engorgement, but without bringing him anywhere near the edge of release despite the smell of her cunt and the arousal of his triad overwhelming his senses. Even now, it wasn’t entirely slaked. He hadn’t rutted her yet. Although he'd claimed her mouth, he hadn’t yet marked her cunt, and his body clamored at him to do this. Even lying there just a short distance from her with Sabol between them, his desire beat within him in a harsh, demanding tempo that demanded easing.

But now that she rested, his priority was dealing with what Sabol had done. He nudged the male with enough force that Sabol grunted, and his eyes snapped open sleepily.

“Vrishna?” he grumbled, rubbing a clawed hand through his scruff. “What is it?”

“We need to speak.”

He rolled slightly to his shoulder, a quizzical and faintly worried look crossing his face. “You are well, Vrishna?”

Vrishna snorted. “I’m more than fine and you know it. That’s not what this is about,” he rumbled quietly. “We had an agreement.”

The insufferable male grinned. “Yes, I recall you speaking. And I took it into consideration. But isn’t this so much better than what you and Thral insisted that we do?”

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