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“At the same time?” Spike asked.

Tess bit her lip and nodded.

“Fuck,” Peyton said.

“Will we even be able to fit?” asked Spike.

“Please,” Tess said. “Please, I want to feel both of you inside me.”

The two bisonmen stood up and removed their britches. Both of them were already rock hard with arousal. Once they were undressed, they both lay down on either side of her again. Roscoe was still beneath her, and it took the three bisonmen a little while to figure out how to arrange their six legs, but with a bit of work they made it happen.

Roscoe was penetrating her rear hole with his cock, and the other two had their tips pressed against her front entrance.

“After you,” Spike said.

Tess keened lightly as Peyton pushed into her. No matter how many times she experienced it, she didn’t think she would ever get tired of the way it felt when the bisonman’s hard, hot shaft slid into her.

“We’re going to need to get her good and broken in for this to work,” Peyton said.

He gave her half a dozen slow, deep thrusts, then he pulled out.

“Now you,” he said, nodding toward his brother.

This time, Spike entered her. He fucked her for another half dozen strokes before pulling out and letting his brother have another turn. For a few minutes, the brothers shared her in this manner, until Tess could feel her sex gaping wide for them.

“Both of you,” she begged. “Please, I want to feel both of you inside me.”

The two bisonmen gave her what she wanted. They thrust as one, wedging both of their tips against her entrance at the same time. There was a moment of resistance, then her opening spread around them, stretching to accommodate both cocks at once. Tess groaned loudly as they filled her.

All three of her mates were inside her now, Roscoe in her rear hole, Spike and Peyton in her pussy.

“How does that feel?” Spike checked in with her. “Are you doing alright, little hucow?”

“I’m doing better than alright,” Tess said. “That feels amazing. Don’t stop doing that. Please don’t stop until you’ve filled me with your seed.”

“Yes ma’am,” Spike purred.

Tess wasn’t sure how long they shared her like that, her three bisonmen. She only knew that when she came, it was the most intense climax she had ever experienced in her life. A perfect, obliterating wave of pure pleasure. Her mates joined her a moment later. Roscoe’s knot expanded inside her ass while Spike and Peyton flooded her pussy with a double-barreled blast of seed. Afterward, she lay amid the bisonmen’s arms, basking in the warmth of their naked bodies and smiling with fulfillment. She was branded and knotted, milked and seeded, naked and sweating and breathless and weak.

And more than anything, she was theirs.

EPILOGUE

The eagle soared across the sky, barely flapping his wings at all, just riding the warm updrafts rising up from the valley below. His golden pinion feathers whispered softly as they cut through the thin Colorado air, and his magnificent head turned slowly, first to the left, then to the right, as his sharp eyes scanned the landscape beneath him. He wasn’t looking for prey. Not yet. For the time being, he merely wished to survey his valley and make sure everything was in order.

Today it was.

The great brown herd was down there feasting on the lush green grass. The eagle didn’t know exactly how many of those shaggy beasts lived in his valley. He only knew there were as many as there were supposed to be. Here was a pile of white bones that used be alive. There was a little wobbly-legged calf who hadn’t existed the day before. And so the herd persisted.

The eagle flew on.

Below, he could see the house where the humans lived, a thread of pale smoke curling up from the chimney, carrying with it the smell of baking bread. The humans liked to burn their food for some reason. The eagle preferred to eat his raw. To each their own.

The house was bigger than it had been this time last summer. The family was bigger too. A new baby had been born in the spring, and another was on the way. The humans didn’t breed quite as quickly as the rabbits the eagle liked to feast on, but they certainly tried.

The eagle dipped his wing and turned.

There was the other house. The place where the horned ones lived. Their family was getting bigger too. A year ago, the female had joined them, and since then she had given birth to the little ones. As many little ones as the female had mates. The eagle could see them down there now, sitting on a blanket which they had spread out upon the grass.