Page 5 of Bound By the Vori

“Females dominate when mating,” Rykaal supplied as he led me through the hall, Sijhord trailing just behind us. “Males have dangerous barbs in our tails, so they prefer not to attempt breeding with a male that they can’t safely control during copulation by size and command.”

Kim winced at the thought of being wrestled and pinned in place for mating. While some aspects sounded sexy as hell—she wouldn’t mind being bound between her two Vori as a bit of play between just them—she couldn’t imagine being subjugated entirely under the strength of another sexually without even a safe word in play. Somehow those in the guard got the magic winning number to get out of mating hell.

But then again, perhaps the males were predisposed to desire being dominated by a female. She couldn’t imagine either of the two males in front of her wanting her to tie them down and restrain them while she rode them—though she couldn’t say that her sex didn’t tingle a little at that thought. She just wasn’t sure that was something she could deliver consistently, and that worried her somewhat.

She peered at Sijhord over her shoulder as they came to a stop in front of a door bearing the marks of an unfamiliar script flowing among painted flowers on looping vines. “And you wanted that. Are you telling me that you want to be dominated?”

His easy grin was too adorable. “With the right female, it could be fun from time to time.”

She chuckled at that but was distracted when Rykaal opened the door to a large interior. Whistling softly to herself, she stepped inside. The mosaic pattern there was a little darker, with deeper greens and jewel tones that felt more restful than the brilliant colors that filled the main hall. The main room was large with a pit-like sitting area that descended in the center of the room, and a large food preparation area off to one side set up in an open style to accommodate large Vori bodies.

She turned slowly, not failing to notice that there were other doorways leading off from the sides of the central room. No hallways, just a very compact and cozy layout from what she could see. Overall, it was cozy, beautiful with its clean walls and polished mosaic floors, and it was all for her and her mates.

She finally faced them and gave them a nervous smile. “I’m going to be honest—I don’t know if I have an inner Dominatrix Kim. Exploring could be fun, but if that’s what you are looking for, I don’t want anyone being disappointed by that.” She held a finger up. “Or that I’m between you in age. I am not a young miss, boys.”

Both males gave her startled look, and Rykaal surprised the hell out of her by chuckling deeply. “I do not seek to be dominated, my Kim.” He regarded her slyly. “I would rather have you bound in my coils should you desire. As for your age, it matters not among Vori. The taste of you on the air is delicious and all that I could ever want.”

A shiver stole over Sijhord and he nodded quickly in agreement. “As I would I. Your age matters not. I just desire you as you are. I don’t wish you to be anything else than you. I would not mind giving control when you wish for it, but I would desperately wish for you to be mine in every way and within my coils.”

Damn that sounds very good to me. “All right, boys, last question.” She smirked as she glanced between them. “Who wants to be on top?”

Rykaal hissed a sexy rumble that made her pussy flutter. Oh, yes.

Five

Rykaal drew in the taste of his mate’s lust with every breath as his tongue flicked, drawing in her unique taste. He swallowed back a moan. The rich bouquet of her natural flavor sent lust surging through him only to pool deeply within his gut and heat his salet. His cocks throbbed. Excitement bubbled within his chest even as he clawed for some measure of control. His Kim was small and delicate. She could not pin him in place beneath her to control the passions of an overeager male like a Vori female could. His breath grew ragged as he remained in place, barely daring to so much as allow the tip of his tail to slide across the floor toward her.

His only consolation was that Sijhord appeared to share the same struggle. The male had frozen in place, his eyes wide as they hypnotically tracked their mate’s every movement. From the corner of his eye, Rykaal observed Sijhord’s mouth part, his tongue flicking out to taste the air as well. But when Kim unfastened whatever kept her silky dress in place, his expression turned to one of shock as the material pooled on the floor at her feet. Lust shook the younger male, and his tail and crown coils writhed restlessly around him as he gaped at the feminine flesh suddenly bared to them.

Rykaal understood entirely. The tip of his tail coiled slightly as he struggled to keep control of it so that he would not coil it around his mate, ensnaring her and dragging her to him. With his body pumping more hormones through him that fed his unnatural dominance, in addition to his sheer size, he could not afford to lose control of himself. He would not risk his mate in such a way. Thankfully, monitoring Sijhord helped him maintain some vestige of control that their female seemed determined to crack. With one sharp movement, he slapped the tip of his tail against Sijhord.

The male jerked in surprise, a startled hiss escaping him, but his tail wound instinctively around Rykaal’s tail. A shiver ran through him, and his eyelids lowered half-mast as he felt Sijhord’s barb pouch brush his when the ends of their tails coiled in a mating knot. A deep groan left Rykaal. This felt as if they were doing it in the wrong order, but this was the only way he could think of to maintain their control. In most situations, Vori males would not hook and latch onto each other until they were already in the process of mating with their female. By doing this now, he was hampering their movements by binding each other in place so that their Kim had power and control so that no accidents might happen.

With a low hiss, his mating barb extruded and slipped deep into Sijhord’s pouch. The male startled at the impact, and he moaned, his eyes glazing as their hormones began to mix. It was too much. Rykaal felt the impact rush through his still-priming body like venom. He hissed at the pain and pleasure blooming through him and the heavy weight of his cocks as they extruded from his salet in one forceful surge. His eyes rolled back at the feeling, and he tipped his head back very slightly for just a moment as the sensation continued to ripple through him. The painful rasp that came from Sijhord—and the way the male’s tail tightened on his own—conveyed that his nestmate had also extruded and how powerfully it was affecting him. Rykaal tightened his own tail’s grip on the other male reassuringly until the other male’s tremors died down.

He glanced over at Kim only once he was certain that he had control of himself and that Sijhord was not on the verge of panicking nor reacting to the powerful draw of their mate’s pheromones that became only thicker as she watched them. Her eyes were alight with hunger, and his cocks pulsed faintly in reaction. Rykaal jerked as hot beads of precum rose up from his cock. His seed was thick and clung to the heads of his cock before slowly dribbling down the side only to be replaced by more.

She had no power of voice to entice him, and yet his mate held all the power in the world over his desires in her delicate human hands.

Kim’s lust-darkened eyes fastened on the precum pumping from his cock, and her pink tongue swiped hungrily over her lips. “Is that for me?” she purred.

Rykaal felt as if he were strangling on the pressure of need coiling tighter within him, and he met her eyes with a low hiss. “If you say it is yours, then come claim it.”

Her dark brows shot up, but her lips tipped in a smile at his bold words. “That’s good to hear because as far as I’m concerned, you boys are all mine.”

His tongue flicked and heat pooled deeper within him at her words, and yet he waited expectantly for her to make the first move, the muscles within his tail coiling. Sijhord surely felt his response because he also hissed as his hands went to cup his own pumping sexes, his face screwed up with agonizing pleasure. Rykaal knew it was from the venom building up within them. Their need to claim their female drove them harder than it would any other male who would not feel such urgency until nearing completion. It was a curse of their breed’s existence, and yet it made him shake with such pleasure even as it tormented him. He wanted it to go on and on even as he desired for nothing more to slake the desire rampaging within him.

He shuddered when her warm hand wrapped around his left cock, squeezing it. Scarlet red with long shafts that terminated in pointed heads that angled toward each other so that they could both pierce a female’s sheath at once, it looked even brighter against her fist gripping it. She ran her hand along its length, her thumb putting an exquisite pressure on the thick vein that ran along its underside, drawing up more of the precum from gonads hidden deep within the protection of his salet.

Her dark eyes peered up at him. Dark as the earth after a summer storm, with all of its richness in those depths. Then she dropped to her knees and closed her mouth around the tip of his cock, powering the breath from his lungs in one long, deep grunt as she sucked his length into her mouth. The heat of her mouth enclosing around him and the soft sweep of her tongue immobilized him, and his tail twitched, his barb driving deeper into Sijhord’s pouch. Her hand stroked his other cock as she sucked him deep into her mouth. His breath burst from him and he gasped when she suddenly changed position and released his cock with a pop of her lips to suck in his other one.

By the Father of Sentries, he was suddenly glad for his tail knot with his nestmate. The things their Kim was doing to him made him want to bind her tightly in his coils. It was only his hold with Sijhord that kept him from enacting his every fantasy on her at that moment. His nestmate’s pouch and barb kept his barb locked within him as assuredly as his tail kept him in place. He was immensely grateful for having the other male there in that moment—and then suddenly resentful when Kim’s mouth left his cock to reach over and tug Sijhord closer. That resentment vanished in the next breath as he watched the younger male gasp with pleasure at their mate’s touch, his entire body trembling in reaction as he swayed enthusiastically into her every pull.

His swaying motion caused their barbs to rub intimately. Rykaal panted softly as the sensations built upon each other. Sijhord’s barb and the swift, firm stroke of Kim’s hand alternating between his cocks. Impatient and unable to wait a moment longer as he felt his impending release boiling deep within him, Rykaal reached over and grasped several of her braids in one hand, pulling her off his nest-mate’s cock. For a moment he was worried that he hurt her when she gasped until her moan filled the air with the sweet perfume of her heightened arousal.

There was no thick pillow there like they had down in their reclining area just a short distance away or in their sleeping room where numerous pillows and thick cushions filled the space in a cozy mound. Entangled as he was with Sijhord, neither of those places were an option. Instead, he would have to pillow his mate and have her mount him as females did among his kind. His cocks twitched at the thought, even though he was eager to mount her as well as push into her while keeping her bound in place. Later. But first he would taste her as she had tasted him. The rich honey scent of her was driving him to madness.

With a hissed rumble, he pushed Kim into his nestmate’s arms as the male’s eyes lit with excitement. His arms wrapped around her, pinning her back to his chest as Rykaal palmed her ass and scooped her up off her feet so that her sex was splayed wide in offering for him. Grunting softly, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking over the swollen, flushed folds dripping with her essence. The tiny dark bead of flesh at the top of her slit was stiff with her desire and begging for his attention. His tongue teased it, and Kim’s hips and thighs jerked as a soft cry escaped her. Intrigued, he explored it—tasting it, licking it with the broader part of his tongue before curling it just enough to plunge it deep into her. Her cunt convulsed and constricted around his tongue and he worked it in and out of her for a few strokes before attacking the nub once more with relish.

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