ƒоɾgєɗ ƅɣ ƒɪɾє ⫷ ꃳ꒤ꋊꋊꌦ ꉧ ꒻ꋬꉔꏂ ⫸ ꋊꇙꊰꅐ

[Bunny]

Teeth scraped at her ears and she whimpered. They were two halves of one whole and she was trapped between them. “Yes,” came her little moan in answer to Conor’s question. She loved this and they felt through the bond how it felt almost like she’d been waiting for this her whole life. How perfect it was. The thoughts were not shared intentionally and Nevara would have never told either man that. This was about the sex right now. Later, it would just feel needy and desperate. Right now? It felt true. The hard buck had her bounding against Conor’s chest and she gasped, her head falling back against his own for a moment and then he pulled back slightly. Cloth hit the floor as she ground into Anders and then his body was pressed back against her. Naked as they were. One hand left Anders’ neck and reached for Conor. Her fingers threaded in his hair as he slowly drew out his words. “Christ.” Her eyes found Anders. “So big.. But I want every inch. It makes me feel so good.” There was a flash of memory. The plane when he’d been down her throat.. How good it had felt to have him use her. Rocked against his cock, Nevara understood. The little friction was helping with the wait, but it was almost not enough. They both needed more. Fingers brushed over her small hole and she bit her lower lip, eyes on Anders as Conor toyed with her. Her eyes widened when they came back cooler and she almost tried to squirm away from them. Not because she didn’t want it, but the coldness was a shock to her hot system. Nevara knew anal needed her to relax and she dropped her forehead to Anders’ chin. Slowly relaxing her body. It felt like an impossible task, yet she tried as the fist finger nudged against her, slowly pushing into her. Anders' groan was met with her own moan. She’d been full before.. If a finger felt like that? “I am going to die a happy woman..” Came her husky little joke. Conor’s finger pumped in and out of her ass slowly, getting her ready and then a second pressed against her rear. Almost as if she realized he’d asked her a question, her mind lagging behind, she answered. “No. I always wanted to try..” Another moan as the second finger pressed into her. Anders’ head fell to her neck, that second finger seeming to snap the tight control it was taking him to not fuck her. Lips brushed his ear, teeth scraping along his ear. “Can you blame me, Anders?” Her voice was husky.. “Conor is playing with my ass and you’re buried in my pussy.” Her tongue ran along the shell of his ear, breathing ragged. When Conor pressed against her, she whimpered. “Please Conor. Please.. Fuck me. I need you both” Her Around Anders she clenched again. Her hand found his hair, fisting in it as she pulled Conor’s mouth to her own. Claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss as he started to push into her.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Anders still had that thin shell of control, of who he was to the rest of the world. In a way, it was not a wall he kept up. It was just the self he had cultivated to deal with his abilities while surrounded by others. He groaned and arched and bit, but he still seemed calm. Not that he kept his pleasure to himself as he enjoyed her tightness around him. When she told him how good it was, though, the cracks showed. He growled with animal lust, wishing he could just slam into her, show her how it felt for him. Instead, he made her a promise. "Later. I'll show you how to fit every inch. I can't believe how much is in you now." The flash of memory was answered with one of his own, instinct telling him to share. How it felt to explode into her throat, the satisfaction, how he forgot his promise to cover her with his seed because it had been so good. Preparation was agony for Anders. Every single movement of Conor's fingers sent a little jolt of pleasure through him, the extra pressure noticable. He was just as impatient as Nevara. Of course, there was no amount of experience that could prepare him for what Nevara said. He growled and finally gave up on control as her tongue ran along his ear. He pulled back and slammed into her hard enough to rock Conor behind her. His mate just pressed closer, bracing her between them while she pulled him in for a kiss. Conor would have replied, told her that she was about to get what she wanted, but he was too busy pushing his tongue into her mouth. His hips pushed forward, pressing the tip against her hard enough that the tight entrance finally gave in, let him sink that first desperate inch inside. And it was so easy it scared him. Anders was huge and he was certainly not small, but it felt so fucking right. That moment alone could have convinced him that Nevara was exactly what he thought. But, more than that, Anders was losing himself. The taller man adjusted his height, widening his stance so that Nevara was the perfect height for both of them. His thrusts had gotten slower, shallow, as he read the intensity of it all from Nevara's mind. But, he was not being passive, not hesitating. Instead, he nudged his face between the two of them, kissing Nevara so suddenly that Conor's tongue brushed both their lips. His own tongue filled her mouth, followed by a groan. Then, he pulled away with a nip to her bottom lip and claimed Conor's mouth, made sure Nevara could watch as they kissed, throbbing and twitching inside of her. They broke apart with a gasp, Anders growling as he started to move again, finally returning to full strokes, nearly leaving her pussy empty before he slammed into her hard. Meanwhile, Conor was taking his sweet time, slowly fitting more and more of himself inside. And each inch had Anders going faster, harder, feeling Conor go deeper and deeper. Groaning, Anders closed his eyes, then caught himself slipping toward his peak, burying all but that last inch in again, staying deep inside. "I almost... almost finished too soon. I can't stop until you're broken. After all, we need to test every last inch of you if you are going to be ours." Anders captured her mouth again, this time teasing her tongue into his mouth so he could bite it roughly. Conor, now breathing fast, chest rising and falling against her back, was finally ready to squeeze that last inch inside, face pressed to her neck as he groaned with satisfaction, hips slapping against her ass as he hilted himself. "Nevara has been ours for a long time. We just needed to find it." The words were sweet, full of truth and emotion. Conor sounded... happy.