Page 6 of Bound By the Vori

Rykaal brought her up hard and fast to climax twice, lapping up her essence greedily while Sijhord moaned and twisted as their mate’s rising pheromones slammed into him. Their tails twisted more tightly, drawing them closer to each other until Rykaal finally dropped to the floor with Kim on top of him as Sijhord crouched above, leaning his weight on their coils as he watched with anticipation. Kim paused for a moment as she lay splayed against his pelvis and belly, her passion-glazed eyes meeting his.

She wrapped her fingers around a handful of his crown coils that immediately tightened around her hand in turn and tugged his head to her. Curious, he went with it, his breath stilling in his chest at the brush of her lips against his. She brushed another nibbling kiss, and then another, each one sweeter than the next. It was the brush of her hot, slick tongue against the seam of his mouth, however, that made him gasp. He invited her in as her tongue slipped into his mouth, chasing after his tongue even as she carefully avoided his fangs. Rykaal moaned against her mouth, his hips tipping up in silent demand for her to mount, the need to envenomate and bind her to him pinching his chest as it raged through him.

The wet slide of her cunt finally worked its way down, but she paused at his cocks and pulled her mouth from his to glance at them uncertainly. She brushed her hand along one and then the other before pressing them together, though her fingers could barely hold them together with their combined girth. She glanced at the arrow-like paired heads and shivered as she lowered herself just enough to pass them through her folds. She gasped and quivered as she remained suspended over him, the tips of his cocks pressing against her slit. Then she lowered herself and cried out softly as she slowly worked him into her tight, squeezing sheath. Rykaal gasped and undulated instinctively, pushing the remaining length deep into her, causing them both to shout with the pressure and pleasure of it all.

He did not think it could get any better. But then she began to move and proved him wrong. He arched beneath her, meeting her every stroke as his crown coils slid over her breasts in a vain attempt to loop around something and secure her to him. A move that was impossible with their current position. Kim whispered softly to him as she rocked against him, little human love words that warmed his hearts as she took him into her again and again, her pace increasing until she was practically writhing over him, her cunt sliding with ferocity that sang to his blood. All the while Sijhord anchored him through it, though the male shook violently with his own mounting desire.

The male would not last long once he was clasped within Kim’s tight sheath, and Rykaal was eager to witness it.

He groaned in protest, however, when Kim rose from him, his cocks painfully rigid. With a backward glance, she lifted her bottom, and he understood her intent. Sijhord cast a quick glance toward him. Assured that Rykaal was not going to retaliate at being deprived his pleasure, the male leaped behind their mate, thrusting deep in one pass, his pelvis and tail slamming against her bottom, sending her forward. Her hand tightened where it had lowered to once more grip Rykaal’s cocks to press them against her belly.

Throwing back his head, Rykaal groaned at the brutal pace at which Sijhord set, the male’s tail twisting in their knot, dragging hard on Rykaal’s barb even as Kim’s shuttling body worked his cock with powerful tugs that made him hiss and moan in ecstasy as his seed began to climb. He was therefore surprised when Kim rose again, rearing up against Sijhord’s lax hold and pressed his cocks in tightly against Rykaal’s before sliding down upon them with excruciating slowness that made all three of them hiss with the tight fit and the pulsing lengths captured within her.

“Stop,” Rykaal snarled. “You are not Vori. You are hurting yourself.”

Kim cracked an eye open and laughed weakly, several long braids hanging in her face as she looked down at him. “Oh, baby, there’s not a chance of that happening. You are both really big when your cocks are paired with each other, but you have no idea how good this burn is.”

“But…” Sijhorn panted, his face tightening with his rising orgasm despite his protest as she sank down the rest of the way, pinning them deep with her.

“Shhh,” she rasped, leaning back against him so that her breasts hung over Rykaal like the most tantalizing fruit. “Just show me how much you love me.”

With a hiss, Rykaal surged up into her, his body undulating below her as Sijhord took the rhythm from above, their bodies twisting against each other, their cocks rubbing as they caught a rhythm and pounded into their mate. Kim panted and cried out as she clung to them, her body rocking with them, the soft walls of her channel squeezing their lengths, tightening and pulsating around their cocks as she met one climax and then was soon thrown into another. Her cries were as sweet as her musk, and Rykaal was drowning in it. An electric sensation rushed through his belly and tail as his ecstasy coiled deeper within him. His venom trickled from his fangs and filled his mouth as he hissed and grunted with every thrust in counterpoint to Sijhord’s own gasps and cries of pleasure.

His nestmate’s cocks flexed against his, providing the last push as their mate climaxed again. Sijhord shouted his own release, their voices mingling as Rykaal flew off the edge, his hips shooting up and he buried himself as deep as he could. He shot up, his mouth clasp tightly around her nipple that reminded him of the dark nixai fruit but impossibly sweeter. He sucked at it, his cocks jerking as he spilled his own release, flexing against Sijhord’s lengths. Kim’s cries grew louder as she clenched down around them again.

Reacting on instinct as he continued to spill strong sprays into his mate, he released her nipple, his fangs striking and sinking deep into the soft flesh of her breast. She shrieked at the impact and then then again as Sijhord followed suit, her cunt convulsing over him so strongly that his hips kicked up as he emptied himself in powerful spurts. Claiming her—even as he himself was now irrevocably claimed.

Six

Kim blinked and stretched. It wasn’t easy to do considering how she was still locked firmly between the tails of her mates, but she was pretty sure it was morning, and as comfortable as their rather large nest of pillows was, she wasn’t one to lie about all day. She was on a new world, and it was a new day. Though she ached in unmentionable places she really didn’t want to think about at the moment, especially on her breast where Rykaal tagged her and Sijhord’s mark on her shoulder, it was mostly a pleasant ache of muscles and a pussy well used at last.

She certainly had no complaints. Her mates were amorous as hell. It had been one big sexual frenzy that they had all been carried away in and yet they had treated her lovingly and tenderly despite being half mad with the lust that raged between all three of them. After claiming her, they had a few more goes as the evening progressed, detangling only long enough to bathe her sweaty limbs and sex, or eat until they finally dropped into exhausted slumber. It left her satisfied and practically humming even now hours later.

The cushions shifted and a tail slithered from around her, taking its comfortable heat and weight with it. Kim looked over groggily as Rykaal headed toward a shelf suspended on the wall. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed it before since, aside from the numerous cushions and pillows, the bedroom décor was sparse. That one shelf, however, held two metal images upon it that were recognizably Vori: the female and a large male of equal size that was uncommon among the Vori populace. Set in front of the statues was a small, simple bowl and several flowers piled on the shelf that showed signs of wilting. It was a kind of small altar that had been obviously prepared before her males retrieved her from the port.

Her eyes followed her mate as he left the room and then returned several minutes later with a basket into which he carefully swept the flowers with his entire focus on the altar. Sitting up, Kim draped her arms over the coil looped over her legs from Sijhord’s lower tail and watched with interest as he bowed and plucked up the bowl, carrying both basket and bowl with him out of the room again. She cocked her head, waiting and wondering if he was going to come back again. Several minutes passed, and the pressure from her bladder had her reluctantly wiggling out of her other mate’s embrace when Rykaal came back with laden arms. He gave her a warm, albeit brief, smile and hurriedly went to work, setting a small pitcher on a small, cleared spot on the floor by his tail before removing items from his basket.

Two small round orbs attached to thin metal bases were removed first and set at either side of the image. With a tap of his claw on each, they lit up with a soft, swirling glow in a faint, pale green color. These were promptly joined by a small vial that let a fragrance into the air that smelled of exotic, entirely unrecognizable, alien flower. But then real flowers were pulled from the basket, filling the altar with their lush, brightly colored blooms and sweet fragrance. At last he pulled the small bowl from the basket once more and set it on its place before the paired statues and filled it with water before bowing reverently before the image.

A quick slap of his tail against Sijhord’s side drew a snort and a quizzical grunt from the male as he jerked away and sat up swiftly, his tail rattling faintly as it withdrew. With an unfocused blink in Rykaal’s direction, a rueful look suddenly crossed Sijhord’s face and he hastily left her among the bedding as he too took his spot in front of the altar and bowed respectfully.

Kim eyed them, the faint hiss and rasp of their voices tickling her ear. Clearly they were involved in some kind of prayer, if she was not mistaken. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was directed toward deities, local spirits, or ancestors—or something else that she didn’t have insight on coming from an alien culture—but she climbed to her feet and climbed over the mound of pillows toward them. Although neither male pressured her to join them, she was curious enough to get a closer look.

Sijhord glanced down at her, his face lighting up as she squeezed between them and peered at the eye-level shelf. Though Rykaal was clearly still very involved with what he was doing, her other mate did not appear quite as focused now that he’d paid respects. Instead, he leaned down and whispered to her.

“Rykaal is going through the numerous prayers of blessing for a new familial nest,” he explained in a low voice, nodding toward the statues. “The female is the Mother of the Nests, the ancestress of all Vori and the divine spirit of Vora who provides all life. She has four mates, three of them honored more commonly in other circles but he is her primary mate, the Father of Sentries, the guard of the nest and all of Vora. We have given our offerings and respect, and now the blessings that Rykaal asks for are prosperity, safety, and a happy life for our nest.” He paused for a moment as Rykaal began another muttered prayer, and his lips tipped. “And for nestlings if you should desire it.”

She raised a brow. It was true that they hadn’t yet spoken about children, but the fact that the decision was being left entirely to her just felt a little odd. “Do you desire nestlings?” she challenged curiously.

An expression of surprise flitted across his face, reinforcing the perception that the males were not involved to any significant degree on reproductive decisions.

“I like nestlings,” he said at length. “I never gave much thought to them since having a mate alone had seemed like an impossible dream. It was futile to think further ahead. Even these lunar rotations waiting for you, my mind was on you alone. Rykaal has more experience in this sort of thing since he is around those of the Matriarch on a regular basis. I believe he has been a guard to the royal heir and royal nestlings since his fifth rotation as a guard.” He paused and cocked his head, considering. “I think I would enjoy having nestlings.”

“Do you desire nestlings?” Rykaal’s deep voice made her jump.

She had not realized that his murmured prayers had ceased and upon finishing his attention was engaged fully on their conversation.

“I really don’t know anything about nestlings,” she admitted with a laugh. “For all I know they could be so different from human children that it would be impossible for me to have an opinion of them without sufficient experience. But overall, I don’t think I would mind having nestlings should it happen. I do like children, and I always wanted a bunch of my own instead of just the students I teach.”

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