I reach out for one of the ties, but his hand quickly grabs mine.
“I can’t control them. They’ll touch you.” His face is deadly serious and his eyes narrow.
But I can’t let him keep hurting himself.
“We’ll figure something out,” I say before ripping the knot free.
It takes all of ten seconds before the brothers ratchet around me and pull me tightly against him. Kitaico’s skin flashes purple, and I look up just as his eyes darken.
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good boys
The damp airin the cave suddenly feels heavy and suffocating, making it difficult to take a deep breath. Without warning, my foretentacles wrap quickly around Leeenuh, bringing her plush body tightly against my own.
Panic surges through me as I see the brothers explore Leeenuh’s breasts. Their forceful kneading on her skin continues, and I am left feeling utterly helpless in stopping them. As our torsos touch, her body's warmth radiates through my skin.
Meeting her eyes, I am overcome with the need to apologize, unable to find the right words.
“I’m so sorry Leeenuh, I’m sorry. I told you I can’t control them?—”
Without warning, she leans forward, and I can feel the softness of her lips against mine. The sudden, unexpected gesture leaves me motionless, my muscles frozen in surprise.
As her tongue delicately explores the depths of my mouth, the shock intensifies. I feel the sharpness of my fangs being tested, a surprising sensation that has me leaning closer to her. The meeting of our mouths overwhelms me as I surrender to this unexpected connection.
As I let her explore, the sound of our hearts pounding in my ears drowns out everything else. Strange as it is, this new sensation fills me with a rush of exhilaration. I let my eyes close in silent contentment.
I don’t even realize that the brothers have loosened their grip until she finally breaks our contact. As if she was in some haze, she shakes her head quickly. A tendril from her pink mane falls onto her forehead.
“Eyem sowwee, eye dount noh wat kam ovuh mi,” she says in a daze.
“I, I’m sorry,” is the only thing I can manage to get out, still in shock myself.
She gently places her hands on each of the brothers and strokes them softly.
“Issa okay, cahm downa.”
She speaks with a gentle tone, her voice like a melody that caresses my ears. Her touch is a sensation from another world, sending shivers down my spine. In her presence, my senses awaken, and an undeniable surge of desire rushes through me as my cock hardens.
I can see she’s aware of it, but it’s almost as if she chooses to overlook my body’s undeniable reaction. The sound of my breathing intensifies as I try to contain my growing desire. Despite the stiffness that engulfs me, she seems determined to disregard it, leaving me longing for her touch.
Only when my placated foretentacles release Leeenuh completely do I feel her step back. Losing her body warmth sends a shiver down my spine, leaving me cold and disconnected.
“I’m sorry, again, so sorry,” I say as I turn to grab a woven cloth to tie around my waist in an attempt to hide my shame.
I turn my head when I feel her hand grab my biceps.
“Etts fighne—eyem okay,” she says softly as our eyes meet.
Even though I don’t understand her strange language, I understand her intent.
No harm caused.
I am astounded by her ability to soothe the agitated brothers. I can sense their desire to reach out and pull at her delicate frame, but I can also perceive their self-restraint, which is a sensation I have never experienced before.
I wonder if her mating mark has anything to do with their sudden obedience. The thought of her mark brings the old familiar ache back, the wanting to belong to someone completely. If this truly is my path, if Leeenuh is my future, maybe completing the Great Proving will somehow cement our bond. Even if I don’t bear a mating mark of my own.
Leeenuh sits next to the dried plants and twists the lashings into cords. I watch her, longingly, as the ache roots itself deeper into my heart. What was that strange custom she initiated—the act of pressing our lips together? The Andjin have no such tradition, and I don’t know what it’s supposed to signify.
