Page 40 of Ragoru

A smile curled the corners of her lips as she looked over to regard the male. “Perhaps you should,” she agreed. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to be claimed by my mates.”

Thral’s entire body quaked with her words and Sabol was certain that he felt it himself. The need to claim Evie for their mate and not just merely mark her raged through him with an undeniable need to pin her beneath him. He was certain that they all felt it as they crowded around Thral as he carried their mate over to their nest. He did not set her in it. Instead, he dropped down and stretched across it so that he took the brunt of the hard ground, their little human mate held wriggling on top of his large body. Thral’s eyes burned up at her and then over at them from where he lay. Need eclipsed sense and reason. The need to join with her completely even if it was there on the mountainside rather than a proper den.

Evie sighed as she pushed herself up, her hands flat against Thral’s abdominal muscles. He grunted quietly, his lower arms holding her hips as his upper hands slid over her, stroking every curve and hollow of her body as he slowly stripped her. Sabol’s eyes devoured every inch of her, his need pounding in him with the desire to claim his mate and tie them together. Far more than a simple knot that quickly went down, a tie would hold him buried within her, his pleasure cock stimulating his breeding cock until every drop of his seed was relinquished within her hot sheath.

He crouched and watched hungrily as Thral pumped his pleasure cock into her, its bumpy surface slicking through her as she gasped and rocked on him, her back arching as she swayed. Thral’s fingers plucked and pinched her nipples as she moved on him. Her breath hitched, sending a tingle shooting through Sabol’s spine when Thral’s fingers clamped on her hips, all at once stopping her and lifting her from his cock.

The purple head slipped from her with a wet sound, its blue shaft covered in her slick. Her thick musk rose from it, and the sun gave it a bit of a shine that soon vanished as he repositioned it at her rear and pressed his bulbous head in. Nothing more. Nothing less. Evie gasped but then began to quiver when Thral, the head of his pleasure cock still just barely buried within her dark recess, took his breeding cock in hand and began to rub it along her cunt, saturating it in her scent. He tormented her with the feel of the shaft’s veined and beaded length following after the frills at its head working against her cunt. Sabol could barely see it peeking in the gap between their bodies, but he didn’t need to in order to know exactly what it was doing to her. The way she was biting her lip and whimpering let him know that she was climbing. Then her legs locked, and she erupted with a pleasurable cry when he tilted his hips and pressed home, breaching her channel with his length.

Sabol panted, his gut twisting with his need, but he was a patient male. The scent of breeding filled the air as Thral worked his cocks in and out of her. Evie gasped, and her back bowed in shock as her eyes snapped open to stare down at the male.

“What is that? Are you… vibrating?”

Thral grunted, strain tightening his face due to Evie forcing him to come to a stop with the way she sat back. He could have pulled her forward against his chest and rutted her, but he patiently waited and watched the expressions cross her face as he waited for some sign to continue.

“My pleasure cock,” he rasped between his teeth. “It only does this when we are tying with our mate. Honorable males reserve this pleasure for one that we intend to remain with as this triggers the true release of our live seed. Only when both cocks are sheathed does the pleasure cock vibrate to cause the breeding cock to lock with the female.”

Her brow furrowed and she glanced up at Vrishna. “But you guys have already knotted me. I’ve experienced that with each of you.”

Vrishna chuffed softly as he edged forward and tucked his first two fingers carefully against her clit peeking out from above Thral’s cock and began to stroke her. She twitched on Thral, her eyes sliding half shut and Vrishna chuffed again.

“We’ve knotted, rya, but this is only preliminary. We find release, but there is no true seed that may be planted. The vibration of the pleasure cock is necessary. It keeps the knot stimulated so that we lock with our mate as the seed is pumped into her.”

He stroked a hand over her belly, dragging his hand lower as if tracing over Thral’s cock buried inside of her. The alpha snarled in a way that made Sabol believe that her cunt had done something particularly pleasurable in reaction to Vrishna’s touch. Vrishna cocked his head and his continued to trail his fingers over her, his eyes glinting with pleasure when she began subtly rocking on Thral, causing the latter to groan with pleasure and take up the motion as his cocks worked in and out of her at the pace she set.

“Look at how well you take him,” Vrishna growled, and Evie moaned as she began to rock a little harder. “Give him more so that he can properly rut you. In the position you are in, his knot will swell within you rather than require being worked in. You feel the gradual thickening of it as it slides within you, every squeeze of your cunt making it expand more to claim you.”

Evie threw her head back and moaned as she began to lift and lower herself as she moved. Thrusting Thral’s cock deeper within her once more with every rock forward. Sabol felt his own cock swell a little in response as it extruded the rest of the way from its sheath, making his need of her even more acute. He growled softly and Evie met his eyes, her gaze unfocused. Her lips parted as she panted softly with every sigh that came as she sank down on the alpha.

Sabol watched, his body aflame with need as Vrishna crouched behind her, his hands adding to Thral’s touches, his cocks pressed against the crease between her ass cheeks. He quivered with lust as he rocked with her, his grunts echoing her sighs. Ropes of precum splattered against her skin as Vrishna worked himself against her and Sabol’s hand curled around his cock with an undeniable urgency.

He froze, however, when Evie frantically gestured for him to come toward her. He slid closer and then nearly came out of his fur when her hand closed around his length above his fist and she bent forward and sucked his breeding cock into her mouth. The pressure of that tight cavern around his frills was almost as sweet as her cunt, and Sabol panted and snarled as he rocked into that hot, wet recess. Her hand blocked him so that he didn’t achieve much depth, but that was acceptable. When she wasn’t sucking it, her tongue played along the edges as she lapped at it, her fist stroking him to add to his pleasure. It was her choked cry around his cock and Thral’s low, rumbling growl that alerted him to the fact that the lock had been achieved.

The male was pressed up tight against her heat, all four of his arms holding her firmly against him as his head bent and his teeth sank into her left shoulder, claiming her with a physical mark that she would wear even as they wore her invisible marks upon them through their bodies entirely. As their alpha, it was his right to make the claim first, but Sabol twitched eagerly in her mouth as his precum spurted into her, desperately needing his turn to mark her.

Her mouth tore away from Sabol’s cock at that moment as she cried out again, her hips moving fiercely as Thral ground against her from below in an aggressive rut.

His growl never ceased nor did her whimpering cries of pleasure as they coupled frantically with his cocks locked deeply inside her. Sabol snarled with delight as her hand picked up the pace on his cock in reaction to the deep pleasure quaking through her. The twist of her palm over his cock’s frilled head in the tempo of her strokes made his hips jump. Vrishna growled low just behind her as his seed erupted against her ass and back, coating her thoroughly in his scent. He did that twice more, and Sabol came helplessly in her hand by the time Thral’s teeth released and his tongue stroked over his mark. The lock eased, his cocks sliding out with a wet plop and a loud splatter of seed from where his breeding cock had been lodged in her cunt.

Vrishna didn’t waste any time yanking her back against him. Though the angle was wrong for him to pour his seed into her womb, it was of little immediate matter since Thral’s cocks had gotten that job done. The locking and bonding with her were what was important regardless of how the lock happened. And with Thral’s cocks having eased the way, Vrishna had no problem pulling her backward onto his lap and seating her fully onto his cocks with one hard plunge. Evie’s breath erupted from her in a cry as his breeding cock shoved deep into her ass, but the moment his pleasure cock began to vibrate in her cunt she squealed with the orgasm that ripped through her anew as Vrishna held her and rutted into her.

Unable to wait, Sabol rose from his crouch and hurried closer, his cocks heavy with his need for release once again. It took Evie a moment to focus on them and realize what he was offering her, but when she did, she tugged his seed-slickened cock into his mouth and sucked him. But it was the second mouth on him—on his pleasure cock—that made him startle, and he blinked down to see Thral moving his mouth over his cock, dragging it deep into his throat. Evie released him with a pop and looked down at her alpha, a grin slowly stretching across her face. She stroked his cock as she gave Thral a ravenously hungry look as she shivered in time with Vrishna’s thrusts.

“Make him cum for me,” she whispered. “Get him ready to rut me.”

Sabol growled at the look that came over the alpha’s face and then drew in a startled breath as he was dropped to the ground. His hips pinned in place by the alpha covering him; Sabol couldn’t move even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to. Not with the way that Evie stared at him with abject desire as Vrishna drove into her, his arms holding her smaller body tightly to him as he curled around her in his rut. The feel of Thral’s tongue on his cock, however, made him tear his eyes from his mate and stare down at the alpha as the male swiped his tongue from root to tip before swallowing the entire length. He pulled gently and released, licked, and then pulled gently and released again. Each time the male sucked him deep, it dragged a deep moan from Sabol’s chest, and there was no way for him to judge which he liked more—Evie’s tight mouth or Thral’s hunger. The alpha’s eyes lifted to Evie frequently as he did this, his cocks thickening and swelling again as he watched her face flush with rapt desire. The next time Thral sucked Sabol’s cock in, he went all the way down until his nose pressed against Sabol’s belly until Sabol’s seed sack tightened and he snarled as a spray of seed erupted into the other male’s mouth.

Evie cried out, echoing Sabol’s pleasure when the male behind jerked and pressed forward, his knot burrowing into her ass. She twitched on his shafts as Vrishna grunted, his teeth snapping down on her raised arm from where her hand clung to his scruff. She gasped loudly at the force of his bite. Sabol eyed the clasp of the male’s teeth longingly, wanting to taste their female in his mouth with the mating bite. Her muscles tensed as her body arched beautifully at the sensation, her cunt and ass no doubt gripping the male’s cocks tightly with her pleasure. Still holding her steady with his bite, Vrishna rubbed at her clit with his fingers until she spasmed repeatedly on his cocks. Only then did he release her from the bite and lave the mark with the healing essence coating his tongue.

Sabol wasn’t spared either from the sensual torture. Thral continued to lap at his length until Sabol quivered against him before going all the way and sucking him down hard until Sabol exploded once more. He was brought to this conclusion repeatedly, each time releasing only the smallest amount of seed before Thral stopped it with a well-placed grip at the base of his cock, edging him as his body demanded complete satisfaction.

It wasn’t until Vrishna pulled free from their mate, his seed dripping from her ass and from his cock, that Sabol was released. He sprang forward, grabbing his mate. She gasped in surprise, but there was no fear as she arched her hips up against him and he angled his hips and drove into her. Seed from both her cunt and her ass slickened his cocks as he rutted frantically, his seedsack slapping against her with his urgency. Evie moaned and clawed at his fur, her body arching into his, demanding more. He wasn’t even prepared when he felt the cock drive into him, pinning him deeply into his mate. His teeth sank into her shoulder and the sweet taste of her blood coated his tongue as he erupted within her. His cock jerked as it released stream after stream of true, fertile seed now that he was finally in a full lock within her body, the stimulation of his pleasure cock vibrating against his knot through the barrier of her ass.

He quaked over her as the ecstasy of mating swam over him in a sensory deluge, still humping her as he continued to release cum in thick ropes against the mouth of her womb, all the while a cock drove into him, spurring his pleasure higher and making his release extend on and on. Thral growled in his ear and ground into him, his pulsating knot popping into place, but then the male snarled, and Sabol could feel the vibration through Thral’s body as the male was slammed deeper into Sabol’s ass with Vrishna’s own need. Each had locked with their mate and now they were all knotted together, the pleasure joined and shared. And beneath him Evie quivered, her cunt squeezing in an endless pulse around him as she lay in surrender to their desire.

They were mated all together as a family, and for the first time in a very long time Sabol felt like he had gained everything that he’d lost and more. He had his triad and his mate bound to him for the rest of his life, and he would protect them viciously. The Dark Fathers swallow with their terrible appetites anyone who tried to take any of them away from him.

It was sometime later when they were all disengaged and curled around their mate in their hard nest that Sabol watched them, his head pillowed on Evie’s left breast as Thral lovingly brushed his muzzle against her right one.

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