I’d been close, but not near to close enough, apparently. My body throbbed with unfulfilled arousal.
With a groan, he fell against me, mashing me into the wood until my cheek hurt and it was hard to talk. Wetness began to make itself known, all that baby makin’ juice he’d so thoughtfully bestowed upon me seeping down my inner thighs.
Wriggling a little, waiting for him to lift off and pull out, I was at his mercy until he caught his breath. A hint of pride filled me. I wore the big beast out. Me. I’d done that to him. The urge to finish myself off wormed its way to the surface, but I hadn’t been a moment out of his sight since I’d accepted his proposal to run off with him. And the male’s sense of smell and hearing, surely he’d know if I slipped off to use the restroom and got me mine, too. I didn’t want to somehow hurt his feelings, strange as that sounded. Would it even bother him, I wasn’t sure. Everything was so freaking brand new and had that hint of fear riding, urging me to be careful and not muck it up. We weren’t even from the same world. I had no idea what might trigger offense.
“Mally mine. Mine for the evers,” he crooned as his cock slipped limply free. No possible immediate round two for me, it was looking like. It was okay. I’d survive. But, if this became a regular thing, we’d have to be having a little talk about him being okay with me indulging in a little self lovin’.
Bending his tall frame, he nuzzled his way down past the top of my head, burying in my nape to pepper soothing kisses to my sweat prickled flesh. Giving the spot a sniff, he grunted, buried his nose deeper, then tasted my skin.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” I said on a squeal as the action tickled my overly sensitive flesh.
“Mally mine,” he whispered. Thick arms wrapped around me, sliding lower, gliding over my bare breasts. His tongue began to lave the spot he seemed to have claimed as his, lapping at it with slow, teasing rasps of that thick tongue. It took me a bit to realize it was the spot he’d marked me. The salve he’d smeared into the punctures he’d left behind, after our bath last night, seemed to be healing it up quickly.
Couldn’t he taste the salve on there? The thought hit me unaware. And, honestly, in this moment, getting a little special attention all to myself from him, good grief, Mal, did it matter if he wasn’t bitching?! Just enjoy something for once.
Timing his torture to his fingers gently plucking at my nipples, I was on the verge of asking him just what the heck he thought he was going to do about the state he was working me up to, when there was a heavy knock at the door.
We both jerked back, grunting in unison at the sound.
“No... no, no, no, no,” I whispered.
The hand that’d abandoned my breast and was already slipping lower, to slippery wet places that needed some love and attention. It stilled as a deep, gruff voice called out his name.
Everything inside of me tightened as my body began to slowly slump. Fuck. Wasn’t that always the way of it? I supposed I shouldn’t complain. One unfulfilled sexual adventure versus the many we’d had in such a short but intense sexual escapades filled time was practically beating the odds. Wasn’t it? Did I really have any room to bitch?
“Khri! Khri-topher! Open door! Mama and Da-ya wish in! Opens up!”
When Khri started to mumble something under his breath, his Da-ya called louder. “Not so big Da-yours not beats the buns! Opens now!” that deep voicer demanded.
“Lukar! You can’t just shout that! He has a lady mate in there!” There was the sound of a smack and heavy grunting. “What will she think?!”
Grumble-mumbles issued from the other side before Lukar called out loudly, “Does the kiddings.” With a long suffering sigh, the male cleared his throat and started again. “Khri opens door, with the pleases, so Mama be nosy with the matings, and Lukar pretend interest, then Khri and mate go back to matings and making babies things, and Lukar take Mama and- Grrrr. No biting, Rothy!!”
“No talking about sexy things in front of my babies, you old coot!” This Rothy, Khri’s mother, shot back testily, “What’s the matter with you?”
“Make joke,” Lukar growled. “Need something in Rothy,” he muttered petulantly. “Need something in Rothy long time, all- GRRR. I stop! No pinches, neithers!”
“Not funny, honey,” she growled right back. “And I’ll pinch your nethers. Keep trying me.”
Glancing to Khri with a horrified look, I shook my head. Leaning in close, I whispered softly, so softly I hoped his father didn’t overhear, “I will do whatever you want not to open that door. Anything.”
Khri stared down at me, one hand still full of boob, the other halfway to happy town, resting on my lower belly. He stared for so long I wondered if his brain had short circuited with all that matings and sex, innuendo filled stuff his parents had been babbling. Lifting his head, he barked something out in beast speak, Lukar letting out a bark of a laugh to respond.
“Oh! Hey! Lukar! Luka, what do you think you’re-” A sharp gasp sounded, then nothing, like someone had just flipped her off switch, everything suddenly grew quiet. From the look on Khri’s face, pulling into a grimace as he shuddered, he had no problem figuring out just what exactly was going on on the other side there.
“I don’t want to know,” I murmured, to Khri’s vehement head shaking that I most certainly did not.
Another soft gasp issued, followed by a soft, “Eep!” and then Lukar called something out, practically bellowing it, and Khri responded, then there was blessed silence.
“Are they gone?” I asked, glancing from him to the door.
“Gone,” he assured me. Shaking his head, he stood, lifting me up like I was nothing, scooping me up princess style to cart me to the chest at the foot of his bed.
Setting me down in front of the chest, he turned to walk to his closet. Once again he came back with an oddly shaped, wrapped bundle in his hands, a small jar balanced atop it. Dumping the bundle and jar on the bed, he helped me to my feet to take my vacated spot. Drawing me between his legs, he turned me until I was facing away from him, then hoisted me onto his lap.
Allowing him to move me as he liked, I found my hands lifted over his head, settled on the back of his neck, my thighs spread, held open by his thick thighs, my legs on the outside of his. My toes curled and my fingers buried in his fur, my sex glistening from our quickie on the door. I was already wriggling, ready and willing to play some games. I loved games, so long as they didn’t involve pain. Love bite markings aside, I couldn’t say I was into pain all that much.
“No move,” Khri instructed. I could hear fabric rustling and the clank of the jar, but it was impossible to see what he was doing sitting here like this.
“I wouldn’t dare,” I muttered breezily. Was that my voice sounding like that, all weak in the knees and spank me, daddy? Yep. Totally was. As if to contradict my docile, follow along agreement, I instinctively began to squirm.
A thick hand slid up my arm, claws raking gently, leaving a trail of gooseflesh pebbling my skin in its wake.
“Mally-mine likes the treats...?” he purred, the vibrations from it rattling my back.
“I do. You know I do.”
“No move. Close eyes.”
“Close my eyes?” I spluttered.
“Mally wants treats?”
“Uhm, yes?” My sex clenched and I bit my lip.
His dark chuckle said he was on to me.
“Goot,” he murmured, capturing my hands in one of his to hold them in place. When I stiffened a little, his free hand, starting to slid over my belly, paused. “Trust mate? Trust Mally’s Khri?”
“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I mumbled, swallowing thickly, a hint of snark entering my voice. Shit was getting real for me, really starting to sink in. Instead of a quickie wedding in Vegas, I’d shacked up with a mythical, anthropomorphic man beast eager to keep me with him.
As if on cue, his deeply grumbled, “Mine,” had me shivering deliciously. The rumble that left him said he liked a little sass to his woman. �
�No peeksies or no treats, Mally-mine.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” I swore. Then, putting my fate into his hands, I clucked my tongue and heckled goodnaturedly, “Do your worst, mate husband Yeti man of mine.”
“Lo denaii,” he gently corrected, right as he reached out for something and I felt something cold and wet glide over my lower abdomen.
Sucking in a sharp breath along with my belly that had Khri chuckling, that cold wetness moved lower. And lower. And then it was brushing my mound. It was hard, and warming with my body heat as he rubbed it along my heated flesh. Was that...? My heart was pounding so hard, excitement overwhelming me, I was lightheaded and half wild with want with it.
My fingers tightened over his but that was all the movement I was willing to allow.
The blunt tip of that warming hardness glided over my clit, my slit. It dipped, just barely gliding inside to dip back out. I was so tense, waiting for him to do what I wanted him to, I felt like I might explode. A sharp breath left me when he nuzzled my arm, then higher, until his teeth were teasing the meat of my shoulder, and that tip began to press.
This wasn’t like his cock, and yet it was. Thick, rock hard, I wanted so badly to see what he was breaching me with but I feared he might stop.
He’d just began giving me the hickey of a lifetime to the spot he’d claimed as his own when the hand controlling his substitute dick began rocking that makeshift cock in and out of me. My channel clenched around the cool, solid hardness. A soft cry left me as he worked it harder and harder, until I could feel his hand right there and his knuckle was brushing my clit with every stroke. Wet sucking sounds rent the air.
I couldn’t help it—my hips started to move, until I was pumping my hips along with him in a rhythm that had my knees staring to quake.
A knocking sounded then, and I wanted to scream. Whoever it was better have a damned good reason for interrupting us, I thought with a snarl. Khri chuckled at my ire but continued, thank god, as if doors and rude intruders didn’t exist.
Someone called out, a deep voice with that beast speak. Khri growled softly, and the interloper responded. It was hard to concentrate like this, and I wasn’t quite thinking rationally as I teetered on that edge and Khri left me dangling there, taking me all the way to that point, just right before I got there, to dial it back, then do it all over again. Cracking under that fuck me now pressure, I shouted as I began to wriggle in his hold, “Shit or get off the pot! Either come in and shut the hell up, or be gone! We’re screwing, you busy bodied-”
A sharp noise left me as the door was suddenly rammed, once, twice, three times, and Bauheg came bursting in. Whipping around like his ass was on fire, he grabbed the door he’d just busted the lock on and shoved it shut. Gaze darting around frantically, he scrambled for the armory, coming out of it moments later with the biggest club looking spiked thing I’d ever seen, to jam the door shut with it.
Khri growled something out that sounded like a warning to Bauheg, but it didn’t halt the amber-eyed beast as he spun around and began to advance on us.
A soft growl left Bauheg as he began to sniff the air. His hair started to do that stand on end, static electricity-fied thing, his eyes glowing a deep, yellow filled amber—the deep sunflower yellow bursting from his irises. Grunting, he dropped down as he was just a few feet from us, and at Khri’s soft growl and my lack of protest as I watched and Khri fucked me with a large stone shaped like, well, basically like a beast peen. Noting the thick vein along the top, the distinct pattern of it, it wasn’t just carved like a cock, I’d say it was modeled after Khri’s. The purple stone was swirling with white, covered in my slick and his seed that was still seeping from me.
When Khri made a sound in his throat, watching me watching Bauheg watch us, the enormous beast on all fours before us cocked his head, tilting it in a submissive manner, and cautiously crawled closer. His pupils blew out and a soft snarl had Booger’s upper lip curling, exposing long, fat fangs.
“Ee-see,” Khri murmured softly, slowing the slide and glide of his hand carved dildo to slide two fingers over my clit and begin manipulating it. The thick slab of cock stone slowly slipped free with nothing to hold it there. Bauheg, looking almost feral as he eyed my bared pussy, tensed but held still, like he was waiting for some kind of cue from either me or Khri.
“Don’t you dare leave me like this,” I warned my mate. I should be embarrassed, shouldn’t I? Bauheg was just there, right freaking there, his face so close I could feel his breath coasting over me as he inhaled deeply and exhaled each breath, like he was getting high off my arousal. Fuck it. This was my birthday after all, sorta, wasn’t it? What did I want, I asked myself.
My sex made a squelching sound as it clenched around nothing.
“MINE,” Bauheg snarled out softly.
“Kiss,” Khri ordered, his voice hard as stone. Hard as the damned stone left wet and abandoned on the damned wood floor. Somebody do me already, I was ready to shriek.
Either interpreting the command perfectly, or misunderstanding, Bauheg lunged. Thick hands grabbed my thighs and he buried his face in my cunt. His tongue didn’t lap at me, it thrust, hot, hard, mimicking screwing me three ways to Sunday.
Khri was suckling a spot on my arm to the point it was numb. I heard several telltale pops and knew he must have bitten down, but I was coming like I’d never stop, jerking my hips trying to mash my crotch into Bauheg’s face.
The amber-eyed beast kept lapping at me, long after I’d come. I was so sensitive my body was jerking with the aftershocks. I knew, even as rattled as I was, I could still go again.
Releasing my hands to bring them around to the front of me, Khri began nipping and licking, placing searching kisses up the column of my throat. “Goot. Mine,” he crooned as he dipped his fingers back into the jar on the bed and his other hand reached out and slapped at Bauheg to ease back.
Pulling back, Bauheg looked as dazed as I felt, the fat erection bursting from his furry foreskin wide, the dark head almost a bluish purple.
Khri began rubbing whatever was in the jar into my labia, then directly into my sex. My hips automatically bucked a little as he teased a reaction out of me.
“It’s, uh, my birthday. Erm, it was, you know, the other day. Guess it’s tomorrow now so it was yesterday and not now, making it past the day... So it’s really not technically- And I’m babbling. But, uhm, but I can still have a party, if a little late, if I want to, right?” I asked the males crowded around me.
“Yes,” they said succinctly, though I doubted they understand half of that from the soft growl speak they were engaging in without me.
Whatever Khri’d put on me, my body was tingling, a sort of combined numbness and sensitive, tingling reaction washing over me. Sliding my hand down between my leg and past it, I reached for him to find him still working up to being ready.
With a soft snarl, Bauheg shot up, bringing his hardness eye level with my face.
“Kiss,” Khri told Bauheg, spreading the lips of my pussy for Bauheg to have a gander. Bauheg paused and scowled. His hand was at his cock, but his mouth was working, swollen from kissing me intimately just moments before. Reaching out, grabbing Bauheg by his thick wrist, Khri gave Booger’s thick arm a wave, waggling the male’s cock with the action. “Kiss, Bau. Kiss, Mally-mine. Ours. Kiss.”
Bauheg didn’t need to be told twice when I stared up at him expectantly. Coming down right atop us, his arms came around us like we were a complete package deal, forcing Khri to fall back or crush me between them, and the amber-eyed beast buried his face in my nape, opposite the side Khri had just essentially marked me up good.
“Mally,” Bauheg groaned out as his hands found my shoulders, sliding lower, grabbing handfuls of my ass to tilt my hips. The underside of his cock slid through the wetness he found there.
“Bauheg take, Mally-mine? Make goot? Mally feel goot?” Khri rumbled into my ear, then nipped my earlobe.
He was asking me to allow Bauheg to pl
easure me. My mate wanted to share and watch. The dark-blue-eyed beast leaned back on his elbows as Bauheg carefully began to lift me, hefting me up to urge me to wrap my legs around him.
Holy crap, was I going to do this? Did I want to?
“Mally,” Bauheg muttered into my skin, the thick purr rumbling up his throat rattling me from stem to sternum. His cock was right there, working lower and lower, until the head was right there. As if to make the decision I was warring with for me, the head of his cock notched at my entrance and slowly, when my hips started to wiggle and I murmured my consent, the thick crown forged ahead.
Holy... hell, he was thick. My channel clenched around every wide inch.
The hand cupping my butt urged me to grind down on him as he worked me onto his turgid flesh.
“Mally. Mall... y,” he grunted out breathlessly, like my name was his favorite word. “M-m-mine,” Bau burst out as he hit just the right spot and everything inside me tightened up. Thick arms banded around me, his right hand going to my other ass cheek to dig in, his other hand gripping my shoulder as he began to stumble a few steps, pummeling that sweet spot he’d just found that made my head all spinny in earnest.
“Oh god,” I garbled out. I was clutching him like he was holding onto me—for dear life.
Khri growled softly from the bed. Our eyes met across the way and he bared his teeth in a vicious smile. He liked watching, was enjoying another male pleasuring what he wholeheartedly, vehemently claimed was his. Mine, he mouthed. My orgasm rushed over me, slamming into me like the big guy tunneling into me hungrily, snarling my name like he was claiming me.
My sharp cries grew louder and louder. I was making enough noise for the two of us, his quiet snarls and grunts washed out in the wake of the god awful sounds escaping me—I couldn’t help it. Bauheg grabbed my face and shoved it into his shoulder as he continued to ram my sweet spot through my orgasm. It was all too much. Without thought, my teeth sank into fur and I bit down hard enough I thought the groan Bauheg let out was of pain.
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