Oren let out a growl. “Fuck,baby.I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”
Nathan groaned, “I’m cumming too, and I want you to swallowevery single drop.”
Both men cum simultaneously, and I soon followed, but didn’t have a moment to recover before Zeke took Oren's place. I groaned as he entered me in one smooth thrust, then winced as it felt like his dick grew exponentially after he entered me. His dick was so thick that it stretched me to an uncomfortable level. Then I realized I felt a knot.
“What the hell isthat?” I moaned out as it rubbed against my G-spot.
“I’m not sure, but you feel fuckingamazing,” Zeke growled, around a moan of pleasure.
I mewl at the stretch and the sensations I’m feeling, a strange warmth spreading through my entire body.
Suddenly, Zane is in front of me and begins to strum my clit with two fingers, even as he moans and snarls in pleasure from the movement of my shadows around his red and throbbing cock.
Zeke pumped in me three more times before I feel the hot jet of his cum bathing the walls of my pussy, and I scream as it sets off another orgasm.
Jet has fallen to his back and is writhing on the floor as my shadows run over his entire body, and it isn’t long before he and Zane find their pleasure, cum spurting from their cocks onto the eight-pack abs they both have.
The room is filled with warmth from everything we've just done, and a sense of contentment fills the air.
My breathing is slowing, but my body feels light, boneless, like the world melted a little around the edges. My thighs are shaking, lips still tingling, magic gently humming under my skin.
And they’re all still there.
Close.
Quiet.
Soft in a way they aren't with anyone else.
Nathan is the first to gather me up, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. Zeke protests briefly, but Nathan ignores him as he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, his earlier wildness softened into something warm and protective.
“You alright, Nexi?” he murmured against my hair.
I nod, sinking into his chest. “More than alright.”
A low sound rumbles in his chest—proud, relieved, affectionate.
Jet stepped to my side, brushing my hair back from my face with slow, careful fingers, as if he’s smoothing the chaos right out of me.
“You scared us,” he whispered. “Come here.”
I reach for him, and he takes my hand, squeezing gently—a promise, not a demand.
Oren crouched in front of me, shadows curling lazily around his feet now, no longer snapping outward. He studies my face as if he’s cataloging every detail to make sure I’m okay.
“Let me see you,” he said softly.
I cupped his cheek, and his eyes warmed instantly. He leaned into my touch just enough to tell me what it meant to him.
Zeke and Zane settle on either side of me, shoulders brushing mine, body heat steady and comforting. Zane nudges my knee with his.
“You’re glowing,” he teased with a grin.
Zeke rolled his eyes, but he was smiling too. “She always glows. But… yes. More than usual.”
Zane waggles his brows. “Must be from the Draxon knot. I can’t wait to experience that with you.” He side-eyed Zeke. “I bet my knot is bigger than yours. At least aquarter inch.”
Zeke punched him in the arm. “Shut the fuck up, asshole.”
