“Down’t ewe daruh staph,” she moans.
With her demands, I know Leeenuh’s heat has officially begun.
As I work her pearl, the muscles inside her grasp at my fingers. Her hips buck faster as she searches for release. I know I’ll do whatever it takes to give it to her.
“What do you need, Leenuh?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying my hardest not to spill before she finds her own pleasure.
Her wild eyes shoot open and dart to my leaking cock.
“Uck mi, put dat thuick dic deep insiduh mi,” she begs.
She wants me to rut her into submission…but that’s just the heat talking.
“Just touches, remember? Just the brothers and my hand.”
We cannot mate, this pleasure for us both won’t disqualify me from the Proving. I won’t dishonor her by mating her without being worthy of such a beauty.
“Moor, jus moar then puhlease!” she pleads.
As if they can understand her, the brother on her breast slides between her legs. While the other limb pumps in and out of her, making obscene wet sounds as it does, the remaining tentacle slides into Leeenuh’s dripping cunt as well.
She gasps as it works in slowly, fighting the motion of its twin, until it stretches her hole wide. She lets out a guttural noise when the brother tests its new surroundings, prodding the denser flesh of her channel, pushing toward her belly.
My hand clasps over the head of my cock, trying desperately to keep my seed in.
My fingers on her sensitive nub don’t relent as the tentacles fuck, filling her cunt completely. Even from the front, I can see the glorious muscles of her ass clench. Leeenuh shudders as the wave of ecstasy rolls through her. She clamps over my tentacles, and they continue to fuck her all while I feel my balls tighten. Streams of her hot liquid squirt out with every thrust. I’m past the point of no return when I come apart.
I have to steady myself against Leeenuh as I fear I might black out, her thighs having long since snapped shut over my hand. It’s as if my touch is too much for her to handle.
“Kitaico, Kitaico,” she begs for something as she’s slack in her restraints. A sheen of perspiration dews on her perfect body.
When the tunneling on my vision ends and I finally remove my hand from her between her legs, I realize what she wants.
“Moor,” she moans, arching her hips toward me, begging for my hand.
The brothers haven’t stopped their work, and if anything, they fuck her cunt harder.
Who am I to deny my mate?
12
i can’t promise you that
When I come to,I can already tell that my body isn’t wrecked like I was after the first heat. Sure, I’m pleasantly sore, but I don’t feel like I’ve dragged my pussy across a rough carpet all night.
I feel kind of, I don’t know, good? Maybe relaxed is the better word.
Though my ankles and wrists are still secured, the restraints are looser than they were last night. I lie toward the top edge of the bed while his body is opposite mine. I cast my eyes down to where Kitaico sleeps, curled around my thighs. His yellow head rests on my lap while the brothers wrap around my middle in some kind of protective hold.
He looks exhausted as he lies on his back. His once engorged dick is tucked behind the tentacles that surround it.
It might be strange, but I’m weirdly proud of the fact that we’re covered in his release, the faint purple streaking both our bellies. I enjoyed myself, but should I have? Is it wrong to find pleasure from each other when I know he wants more?
I think I wanted to give him a bit of happiness, like a reward. Fuck me if he didn’t earn it. As if him giving me my release is some antidote to the heat’s brain fog, I can remember most of what took place last night—and most of those memories are of multiple orgasms.
His foretentacles stroke along my breast as if they’re not really awake, and Kitaico fidgets in his sleep.
As the brothers work my nipples, I’m brought back to when they were plunging into me. When I said he could touch me with his tentacles and hands, I didn’t think about his tentacles penetrating me—but I won’t pretend I didn’t like it.
