“She gave us tips for sharing that would give you the maximum amount of pleasure. She got pretty graphic, even when Idris was asking her to stop.”
“I’m shocked she didn’t start drawing pictures,” Idris muttered.
“Let’s just forget the embarrassment and take her advice,” Daxar said, pulling his shirt off.
“Why am I just sitting here?” I asked.
Idris was flushed red, and I’d never seen him like this before. Normally, he was the one offending people.
“My mother says since you’re my mate, you’re officially Flying Monkey royalty now, and we should treat you as such. She said when a Flying Monkey queen or princess takes a new mate, we’re supposed to strip naked and let you see us.”
“But I’ve already seen you all naked. I wouldn’t mind watching you strip, though.”
“I’m not dancing, Francesca,” Daxar warned.
“Please, don’t.”
I couldn’t picture Daxar shaking his ass while he stripped down for me. The only one of my husbands I could see doing that was Idris, and I didn’t think he was in the mood for it tonight. I got that Ivia wanted them to treasure me like a Flying Monkey female, but I didn’t want to be treated like a queen or princess.
I got off the bed and faced them. “Let’s not follow any rules or traditions tonight. Let’s just be us. I don’t need you to strip and present yourself to me. Let’s just take tonight as it comes.”
Idris finally seemed to forget his embarrassment and started acting a little more like Idris. Like always, he was just wearing trousers, so he started tugging them off.
“Good idea. Let’s get naked.”
“Your mother did have a few good ideas,” Oprix said as he went to his belt.
Galen seemed to have gained a little confidence since he slid that charm on my necklace, and we had our hands bound. “Oprix, do you want to try the one she said was her favorite with me?”
Oprix kicked his trousers off and grinned at me. “Frankie, how would you like to be in the middle of an Oprix and Galen sandwich?”
My throat instantly went dry at the possibility of what they were suggesting. I cocked an eyebrow at both of them as I went to my belt.
“I’m interested.”
“Then, I must prepare you, so you don’t get hurt,” Daxar said. “You can’t just jump into that. Idris, care to help?”
Idris was already naked and strutting. He started flexing his chest muscles and tossed his braids over his shoulder.
“What do I need to do?”
“Help her with her clothes. All of you,” Daxar said, disappearing to the wardrobe in the room.
Idris, Oprix and Galen surrounded me. Their hands and mouths were everywhere as they helped me out of my clothes. I leaned back against Galen’s chest as Idris dipped his head to nibble on my nipples. Oprix was taking my breath away kissing me. Galen practically had to hold me up because I was about to melt in a little green puddle on the floor.
Galen had his arms wrapped around my waist, so he just lifted me off the floor and carried me to bed. Oprix and Idris crowded in with us. Where was my Daxar? I needed all of them. I lifted my head off the bed to find him, and he was still by the wardrobe, digging in a rucksack.
“Come to bed, Daxar.”
“Not yet, Francesca. You know I’m all about safety. Some games your husbands want to play tonight will hurt if you don’t prepare. I want to play several ways tonight. I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping.”
I gasped as Galen bit my ear, and Idris bit down on my nipple.
“Staying up all night with the four of you? I can’t think of a better reason to lose sleep.”
“Then lay back and enjoy yourself while I prepare.”
I grabbed Galen and kissed him while Idris focused all his attention on my breasts. Oprix was kissing his way up my legs. I parted my thighs to give him what we both wanted. Oprix started out teasing me, but Idris certainly wasn’t. Neither was Galen. Galen had been so unsure our first night, but he certainly wasn’t shy as he kissed me tonight.
“Oprix, why are you teasing me?” I gasped as he continued to nip at my inner thigh.
Oprix grinned at me from between my thighs. “We also got some pointers from Daxar. We are nothing but respectful to our elders and always listening to their advice.”
“Watch it,” Daxar said. “I may be older than all of you, but I’ve got a lot more experience, and I’m a master with a whip. I believe I gave you instructions on how to tease her, Oprix, not me.”
“You taught them how to torture me? I’m going to kill you, Daxar.”
Daxar let out a throaty chuckle. “Delayed gratification, Francesca. Let’s make a bet. I’ll bet you by the end of tonight, you’ll have enjoyed tonight and beg for more teasing every night after.”
“What do I get when you lose?”
“Oh, I don’t intend to lose. When I win, I’ll expect you to resume training with an extra focus. Oz remembers the Sentinels now, so they expect a Sentinel in the West. You must step up your training to take your place.”
I scoffed. “That’s not losing. I already know I need to train. What do I get when I win?”
“Men?” Daxar said. “Help me out a little here.”
Galen started kissing my neck, Idris went back to sucking my nipples. And Oprix gave me a long lick right between my thighs. His tongue just barely brushed my clit, which was aching for contact. I moaned and jerked my hips up, trying to catch his tongue.
Oprix groaned. “This is torture for me too. I just want to make my wife scream.”
Idris gave my nipple a hard pinch. “Then make her scream, dumbass. Who said we were following any rules tonight?”
Oprix let out a little growl. “Teasing can be Daxar’s thing. I want to be known for giving my wife everything she wants.”
Oprix didn’t even give me the chance to respond. My back arched when his tongue found my clit. Between my three husbands, they had me shrieking on the bed. Oprix slid two fingers inside me right as Idris bit down in my nipple, and Galen sucked on my ear.
Suddenly, I felt Daxar too. He was using that feather of his on my ankles. I could tell he had lit candles because I could smell the strawberry. I could feel the teasing of the feather across my lower legs as Oprix furiously lapped at my clit and fucked me with his fingers. Idris had all his attention on my breasts. Galen was alternating between kissing me and kissing my neck and ears.
I was going wild. Oprix sucked my clit between his lips right when Idris bit down on my nipple, and Galen bit my neck. Daxar also chose that moment to spill candle wax on my foot. My orgasm ripped through me so hard I thought I would die. They all had to hold me down as I bucked on the bed.
Oh, I knew we worked well as a team, but I had no idea how well they worked together with me like this. My body was wracked with pleasure as I continued to shudder. Wave over wave of pleasure crashed over me until I was a little puddle on the bed.
I whimpered as Idris and Galen snuggled into me, and Oprix rested his chin on my stomach.
Daxar tweaked my toe with his fingers. “I hope you don’t think we are done with you, Francesca.”
My whole body was still shaking and felt like it was on fire. I put my hand on my sweaty forehead and tried to catch my breath.
“Bring it on.”
Chapter 47
Daxar
I
dris may have been mortified as his mother told us all the ways she liked to be shared by her mates so we could please Francesca, but I was a healthy Quadling, and Ivia said nothing I hadn’t heard before or hadn’t done before. I’d never shared a woman the way Ivia suggested we share Francesca, and I knew I would want to soon. Galen and Oprix seemed the most excited about that idea, so I would let them act out that fantasy first. No, tonight I would prepare her for that by claiming that perky little ass of hers.
I relished how it felt underneath my palm as I caressed it and spanked it. Now, I would make it mine and get her ready for O
prix and Galen, so they didn’t hurt her. I looked at her snuggled in bed with the rest of her husbands. There was a lovely rose flush on her cheeks and between her breasts. My cock was aching for her.
“Idris, care to help?” I asked.
Oprix and Galen climbed out of bed while Francesca stared at me with cat eyes.
“What do you have planned, Daxar?” she asked.
I reached by my foot and dangled the restraints on my finger.
“Care to play a game with me, Francesca?”
“Idris? You’re okay with a Quadling game?”
Idris just shrugged. “I trust Daxar, and I know he won’t hurt you in a way you don’t like. I know he won’t ask me to do that either.”
I grinned. Francesca would have no idea what hit her. We were taking our game to the next level, and Idris was just along for the ride.
“Lay on your back, Idris. Francesca, come here.”
I grabbed her and pressed her back to my chest. I ran my nose along her neck and took in the scent of wildflowers. She moaned when I bit her ear. I reached around her to cup her breast and pinch her nipple.
“May I bind your hands behind your back?” I growled, twisting her nipple.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “What game are we playing?”
I showed her the glass dildo and the vial of lubricant as I kissed her neck from behind.
“Idris will pleasure you with this and his tongue while I claim your ass.”
“You’re going to what?” she shrieked.
I chuckled and slipped my hands between her thighs. I started making slow circles on her clit and resumed nibbling on her neck.
“What exactly did you think an Oprix and Galen sandwich entailed?”
“But—”
“You can always say no, and we will always be fine with that, Francesca. You know I never want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. So, let me explain. As long as I do my job and the rest of your husbands watch so they learn how to do theirs later if you like it, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to enjoy your Oprix and Galen sandwich.”
She broke from my arms to whirl around and face me. She bit that little pouty lower lip of hers and stared at me with wide eyes.
“It really feels good? And Ivia said she liked it?”
“We can either try it, and you can use your safe words if you want to stop, or we can do something else. What do you want to do, Francesca? It’s your wedding night and we want to please you.”
She didn’t answer at first. She flung herself at me and kissed me. It was one of the things I loved her about her. She was so affectionate, and she was willing to try almost anything once.
“I trust you. And if I don’t like it, I can always break your nose.”
“Just use your safe word, and it stops, okay? Now, turn around. Is it okay if I restrain you?”
Francesca obediently turned around and placed her hands behind her back. I tightened the leather around her wrist and showed her again how to slip the chain if she wanted to get out before I could get her out. She looked so beautiful with her hands tied up behind her back, and her perky breasts thrust forward.
“Idris, turn so your head is down this way. Francesca, straddle his face,” I ordered.
I helped guide her, so she was sitting on his face. Idris went to work right away, and I saw her eyes roll back in her head.
“Not yet!” I barked.
“Well, get on with it,” Idris mumbled from between her thighs.
I gently pressed her shoulders forward, so she was resting against his stomach.
“Why don’t you give Idris’ cock a little attention? Idris, you have permission to start, but take your time. Don’t make her come too soon.”
Francesca shot me a look over her shoulder and smirked at me. “You aren’t making me wait for your permission?”
I gave her ass a hard spank. “Only for tonight. Tonight, you have permission to come as much as you want. Now the only thing I want to hear out of your mouth are cries of pleasure or your safe word if you don’t like something.”
I didn’t know if she would try to be naughty and sass me so I would spank her. Her ass was right there, just waiting for my palm. I would only do it if she gave me a sign she wanted that tonight. I wasn’t a sadist who punished her because I wanted to. I did it because she wanted it or just needed it.
She didn’t want it tonight. She shot me this little devious smile over her shoulder.
“Thank you, sir. I’m ready.”
I just watched the show for a little while. She was enjoying herself sucking Idris’ cock and fucking his face. When I thought she was good and ready, I slid the glass dildo into her pussy. There were special artisans in the South that made these, and they came in a variety of sizes and colored glass. This one was crimson, and it was modeled after my own cock. I wasn’t shy and sat for measurements. It was the same size as me, but had little nubs and swirls for her pleasure.
Francesca moaned as I eased it in. I teased her with the dildo for a little while before grabbing the lubricant. It was strawberry scented and sold in single-use vials in certain shops in the South. They had a variety of scents, but I knew Francesca liked the strawberry.
I dumped the vial and started massaging her ass. She moaned when I worked a finger in, but she didn’t use her safe word. I heard her let out a loud groan, and she pushed back against me a little. I was still working her with the dildo with my other hand. When I thought she was ready, I added another finger until I thought she was loosened up enough.
My cock was so hard, it hurt. “Are you ready, Francesca?”
“Please,” she begged.
I whipped out another vial and oiled my cock up. I pressed in slowly, feeling her give. The head of my cock slipped through the little ring of muscle, so I started easing myself in slowly. My breath was picking up as more of my cock disappeared into that delicious ass. When my hips met her ass, I sighed and gripped her waist. She felt so good. I dug my nails into her waist and let out a little growl.
I needed to calm myself. “How are you, Francesca?”
She was still happily sucking Idris’ cock, but she took her mouth off to crane her head over her shoulder.
“Ready to be fucked,” she said, grinning at me and giving me a little wriggle.
I started slow since this was the first time she had done this. She certainly didn’t want it slow. She was growling all over Idris’ cock and trying to slam back against me. Idris had to lock his arms around her thighs to keep her still.
I pounded her ass while she let out little shrieks and moans. She finally took Idris’ cock out her mouth to fling back her head and yelled.
“Oh, fuck,” she yelled as she came.
I could feel her flutter around my cock as her orgasm overtook her. It was just a few short thrusts until I joined her. I thrust into her hard as my cock exploded. Once I was spent, I undid her restraints. I grabbed her and pulled her on the bed so Idris could breathe. Idris nuzzled into her other side.
“Oh, shit. Oh shit,” Francesca panted.
I laughed and played with her braids. “Did you like that, my love?”
She buried her face in my neck and bit me. “Oh, yes. We will have to do that again.”
I was not happy when she shrieked as Idris ripped her from my arms and pulled her to his chest.
“It’s my turn now, beloved.”
She turned back to me, and I gave her a small nod. Idris was nothing if he wasn’t impatient. He wanted his turn, and I was okay with that. She jumped on top of him and straddled his waist.
“How do you want to do this, Idris?”
Chapter 48
Idris
M
y mate. My beautiful mate. I wrestled her on her back and stroked her cheeks with my thumbs. She smiled up at me with those wide, hazel eyes, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. She was mine now. It was official in front of all of Oz and my mother had given us everything we needed to make it official for the
Flying Monkeys too. I just needed my mother to pronounce us officially, and she was all mine. Well, ours, but that was how things went.
“I love you, Idris,” she sighed.
She was nude except for my necklace. It was standard that the first mate gave the necklace. I ran my fingers along the copper vines. I’d held out hope I’d see her in one of these, but I never thought my mother would approve. This was like a dream come true.
I grabbed her and kissed her as hard as I could. She wrapped her legs around my waist and ground herself against my cock. I growled and kissed her deeper. She broke the kiss first. She was out of breath, and her cheeks were flushed this lovely rose color.
“How do you want me?”
“What’s your favorite?” I grinned.
“Standing up.”
That was my favorite too. She was so small. I could stand there and hold her in my arms while we made love. I needed to do something different tonight—something we hadn’t done before. I scooped her up and carried her over to the wall. I pressed her back against the silk wallpaper.
“How do you feel about against the wall?”
“Yes, please,” Francesca said, digging her short nails into my neck.
My cock was already rock hard and aching from being in her mouth while she fucked my face. Knowing what Daxar was doing behind her was an even bigger turn on. She dug one hand into my long braids and clawed her nails into my shoulder with the other.
I think we both let out a little sigh as I slid into her. Her nipples were rock hard against my chest. I always had so much trouble controlling myself around her. I tried to control it. I tried to just stand there inside her with her pressed against the wall. She didn’t want me in control.
She yanked my braids and bit my ear. “Be you, Idris. Be how I like it.”
I growled and let go. I bounced her on my cock as she continued to yank my hair and bite me. I knew Oprix liked it gentle. I’d only seen Galen and Daxar with her once. Francesca and I liked it hot and dirty when we were together. We were cursing and clawing at each other as we made love against the wall.
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