Page 33 of Bound By the Vori

Another loud moan cut through the air, and he slid into the room, followed by Rykaal’s deep growl of pleasure. Kim lay on her back, stretched over Rykaal as Sijhord had left her, but her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted as she made little sounds of pleasure. All she could do was gasp and writhe. Her arms were caught and entangled in the male’s crown coils, holding her against him while his hands gripped her lush hips and pressed her bottom firmly against his pelvis. Rykaal’s tail undulated as he worked his cocks in and out of her dripping cunt, the mouth of it stretched wide over his shafts and bared to Sijhord entirely by the position in which Rykaal had locked her in, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Sijhord watched, breathing in their combined musk, his cocks thrusting eagerly against his salet as he enjoyed watching the nest play between them. His sex extruded slowly as he savored it. Catching them in his hand, he stroked as he watched his nestmate take their female. Rykaal met his eyes, a snarling smile stretching across his face, making Sijhord’s cocks jumps eagerly. His nestmate enjoyed him watching as much as he enjoyed it. The sight was erotic and set his blood on fire, but still he wanted to prolong their enjoyment.

His mate smiled, opening her eyes. “Mmm… you like this?” she murmured and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Come get a little taste. Don’t make me wait any longer.” Her head tipped as another soft moan fell from her lips, her lust rippling over her in a shiver.

He growled as heat coiled lower in his gut, tightening his testicles within his salet. Without any warning, he shot forward, his tail sliding over Rykaal’s as he covered them both, his hands clasping along her bare thighs. His cocks bobbed almost painfully, and he pulled her legs wider, eager to get at her. Rykaal’s tail twitched beneath and then suddenly wound around Sijhord so quickly that he nearly dropped away in a moment of surprise until the thick plug of the other male’s barb hooked deep into his mating pocket, making their combined pheromones spike as they both growled and writhed together in their pleasure. Kim’s cry followed them as Rykaal thrust deeply into her in reaction to the pleasure swamping him.

Sijhord immediately tightened his grip on the male in warning, and Rykaal’s lips thinned with tension as he nodded. Not too much. Although Kim took their cocks surprisingly well, they could still hurt her. Tapping Rykaal’s pelvis with the tip of his tail, he waited as the male worked out what he wanted and slowly withdrew his cocks. They slipped wetly from her body and trailed lower as Sijhord hiked her legs up and opened her for him. He held her in place for a long moment as his nestmate pushed his fingers into her rear passage, stretching it slowly as he added a second finger and scissored them until Kim grunted and let out an impatient whimper.

Taking his cue, Rykaal removed his fingers and angled his cocks, pressing slowly as he worked them into her. He slid in a small amount and then pulled back before pressing forward again to gain a little more ground. Kim panted, her breathing expelling heavily, and Sijhord watched them avidly, his crown coils writhing with excitement, enjoying the play between their two bodies slowly coming together. Rykaal hissed, his scales darkening with the intensity of his pleasure until he finally was fully sheathed and snarling with the effort to control himself. Sijhord bore down on his tail further, dropping the end of his tail over the male just beneath Kim’s lush ass, and held him in place to give their mate time to adapt to his invasion.

Rykaal’s eyes flashed with frustration, but the male’s head dropped back as he dragged in gulping breaths while Sijhord held him.

Although a single one of their shafts was not as large as some species, and only a little larger than a reasonably endowed human male, together they matched the thickest of cocks. It took patience to work up to what they were doing, and they had been preparing her body little by little for more love play. It was only when the tension bled out of Kim’s muscles, and she began to move her hips experimentally, that Sijhord let up on his nestmate’s tail. Rykaal gave a couple slow thrusts, pushing back any discomfort Kim felt by driving her need higher as her pleasure rose.

Kim gave a throaty protest and wiggled her hips when Rykaal stopped again, forcing him to tighten his grip to hold her in place. Her impatient whine thrummed through Sijhord as he adjusted his grip with his nestmate’s tail, propelling himself closer so that his upper tail rubbed against Rykaal’s and his cocks grazed Kim’s weeping cunt. He ran his hand over the head of his cocks, squeezing them in his fist as he stared at the evidence of her need.

Lining his cocks up, he slid home with one deep, slow glide. Kim shivered beneath him, her moan drawing out long from her as he filled her. He could feel the pulse and flex of Rykaal’s cocks through the barrier that separated them. His own cocks jumped, and he hissed as he began to shuttle in and out of her, his tail twitching as he caught a rhythm with Rykaal, their bodies undulating together.

Kim met their strokes with every rock of her hips, sweat glistening on her skin. Her vocalizations became more frantic as their bodies rolled and writhed together, their own hissing growls joining in as they plunged into her, their tails locking together harder for leverage. The ripple of his mate’s cunt over his cocks as she screamed her pleasure to the gods was ecstasy as it strangled his cocks, milking them. The explosion that rocked him made him bellow as his cocks kicked up and released stream after stream of his seed into her. Rykaal reached his climax in the midst of it, dragging out Sijhord’s pleasure until he shook over them at the dual sensation of the clasp of Kim’s cunt and the pulsing jerk of Rykaal’s cocks. It made stars burst behind his eyes and extracted every drop of seed from him, and Kim’s cries filling his ears and she reached her pinnacle again.

He collapsed over Rykaal’s tail, his cocks slipping free from his mate’s tight grasp. Flopping uselessly onto his back, he stared at the ceiling as he worked to draw in ragged gulps of air, a broad smile pulling at his lips.

Kim moaned, and the wet shlep of her body separating from Rykaal’s proceeded her dropping tiredly onto the cushions between them. They lay there together for only a few short minutes before Rykaal recovered enough to fetch wet cloths from the cleaning room. He returned, tossing one at Sijhord before stooping to meticulously wipe their mate clean. Sijhord watched him with interest as he cleaned himself thoroughly before raising his eyes to peer over at his mate. She met his gaze, and her tongue wetted her lips.

“So… who was at the door?”

He frowned, coming up blank for a moment. Then he remembered. “Courier making a delivery,” he grumbled. “It seems Reggie sent you a gift basket filled with sweet foods in a congratulatory gesture.”

Kim’s eyebrows flew up and she turned more toward him. “Really? That is so sweet. I will have to thank her before she leaves today. I actually think she is joining Leiora and me for lunch, so we can just have it delivered there and share it amongst ourselves.”

He groaned pitifully, and she snorted a laugh in response as she nudged him playfully with her foot.

“I will comm one of the lower guards,” he grumbled, and a wicked smile curled his lips as a certain male came to mind whom he still owed retribution toward. Roth could have all the pleasure of carrying it down to the Matriarch’s sitting room.

It almost made it worth getting up. Almost.

Twenty-Eight

Rykaal stretched out, attempting to relax. He was a guard. He did not relax in such places as the Matriarch’s sitting room. Unlike Sijhord, who adapted quickly to his new life as a sentinel, he had never even seen the sitting room before. And yet he was reclined with Kim curled up against him as she talked animatedly with the other females, her hand gesturing in the air every so often to enunciate something she said that she felt warranted it. It was adorable and seemed to be a trait common among humans because he noticed that Reggie did this as well, her hands fluttering about her as she happily chattered from where she was curled up with Vadal.

The male, Shaagra, loomed over them, his body language alert and prepared for anything. That was what Rykaal felt he should be doing too. Standing guard while Sijhord curled himself protectively around their mate, defending her with his body. There was a reason, after all, that sentinels accompanied their mates and curled around them, and it was not just to please their mates—though it worked out well that it did. They provided a formidable living barrier between their female and the rest of the world. That it was Shaagra that stood guard and Vadal who performed that duty surprised him, but he was not one to judge. He just felt the need to actively do something to care for his mate. He understood it. Just as he understood the need for the Matriarch’s males to guard her attentively.

Outside of the lavender sentinel she was coiled with as she lazily plucked a ripe fruit from the basket, both Esheb and Inkol hovered over her, the latter male watching over the females with a pensiveness that did not surprise Rykaal. It was simply the male’s temperament, and no one present seemed to pay it any mind any more than they did Shaagra’s dourness.

A titter of laughter erupted, and Kim moaned as she bit into a dark bar that made him wrinkle his nose with its overly sweet scent.

“Fuck, Reggie, how did you find chocolate?” Kim asked around a sigh and another healthy bite. “I never thought I’d need a chocolate fix quite so badly.”

The other female mumbled in agreement as she passed one to the Matriarch, who peered at the treat with interest, her nostrils flaring in time with her flicking tongue. “After surviving my first pregnancy on Vora without any chocolate, I was determined it would never happen again,” Reggie explained as she nibbled on the bit in her hand with a smug smile. “So I convinced my dear mother-in-law—my very enterprising mother-in-law,” she added with a wry smile to which Vadal chuckled quietly, “that the Mooloth Jungle around Navreth was the perfect place to grow cocoa.” She took another bite and sighed happily. “We had to bring in some farmers and chocolate processors from Earth to help us get going, and most of them stayed with us with a guaranteed business share and sustainable salary. So this chocolate you’re eating is one hundred percent Vora-grown.”

“Really? You have brought some of your human pleasures to Vora?” The Matriarch smiled and her tongue flicked, and she scented deeply. “Human chocolate made with Vora rain and sunshine. How marvelous.”

Kim lowered the chocolate she was eating and peered at it. “I never would have noticed the difference. I just thought it was really good quality chocolate from Earth.” She took a smaller bite and seemed to chew it slower. “Actually—I feel like it’s a great betrayal to say this—I think it’s better.”

“Right? I think it’s because Vora has the right conditions to grow the plants and with considerably less pollution. Earth has a considerable export range among the galaxies, but we are a bit farther out compared to other planets. I really think we can make a killing exporting to some of our neighbors as well as putting this out to the local markets. It took us years to get to this point—years during which I was forced to import my own supply of chocolate bars—but what you are eating is the among the first bars our territory has produced.”

Kim shook her head. “That’s amazing. Comm me your details because I have a feeling that I’ll be making some orders.” Finishing the bar with a couple of bites, she peered into the basket and her eyes widened. “Oh, ormi! I’m already addicted to these,” Kim chuckled as she pulled out a large sealed back from the center of the basket. “Considering what they are, I can’t believe how much I crave them.”

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