Ursula shivered as her re-energized libido sent another surge of heat through her. She knew that evening Zul would join them and she would receive him with joy.
Chapter 16
She sat on Zul’s lap at supper, this time knowing what to expect. On either side of her, Bran and Gil covered her right and left hands with their hands, gently pressing her palms to the table. One of Zul’s arms wrapped around her waist to keep her securely pressed against the turgid length of his cock, and his tail slid beneath the fabric of her skirt and stroked her legs, lingering on her inner thighs and stoking her desire. Ursula’s males sat closely enough that their horns occasionally tapped.
All three of them took turns feeding her the choicest morsels on the table. Someone—not Ursula—had informed the kitchen that the Rites of First Taste and First Union would be performed that night, so the kitchen had cooked accordingly. Every dish presented was already cut into bite-sized morsels or served as finger food. Every dish was considered a Urib aphrodisiac.
When Ursula declared her gustatory hunger satisfied, her mates carefully cleaned her fingers and wiped her lips before attending to their own hands and mouths. As one, they rose from the table. Ursula’s legs dangled a split second before Zul’s brawny arm scooped up the lower half of her body to carry her to their suite. They headed straight for the central bedchamber. Bran carried a large tyg fashioned of ruby glass and filled with the potent, pale green wine of ceremony.
Candles set at auspicious points in the large room cast a warm glow and released a heady, musky scent, adding to the romance. Folded blankets had been set aside, leaving the enormous mattress open and bare but for an arachnasilk covering stretched tightly over its expanse. Pillows were piled at one end. Pitchers of water and tumblers were lined atop a bureau. The castrati of Fangrys knew thirsty activity would last the long night. This time Gil did not silently question the absence of a mating rack; he knew they did not need it. Ursula preferred their warm hands to a cold metal contraption.
Zul carefully lowered Ursula until her bare feet settled on the floor. Surrounded by the three hulking males, she watched while Bran extended a claw and pierced his thumb. He dribbled four drops of his blood into the tyg. Gil and Zul followed suit. Bran set the tyg on the bureau. Then the three males turned toward her.
Zul said, “Hold on to me.”
She gripped his arms, rock steady beneath her hands.
As one, Gil and Bran slid their hands beneath the neckline of her filmy dress and pulled, tearing the delicate layers of fabric in one long, savage rip. They flung the rags behind them. Zul’s eyes bugged, seeing her body revealed to him for the first time. His tongue flicked out to moisten suddenly dry lips.
“Set her on the bed,” Bran ordered.
Zul did as commanded, handling his dainty mate with careful delicacy as he settled her in the center of the huge mattress. Ursula spread out her arms and her legs fell open enough for him to see moisture glistening between her thighs. He took a deep breath, inhaling the delicious aroma of her desire.
Her mates quickly divested themselves of the minimal clothing they wore, then each kneeled on a different side of the bed, Zul enjoying the center position that allowed him to gaze directly upon the treasure he would soon plunder. Bran began to hum, setting the tone and pace of the ancient hymn demanded by the Rite of First Taste. As had happened once before, Gil soon picked up the melody. A moment later, Zul’s deep voice joined in harmony, anchoring the triad’s mating song with a baritonebeat. Harmonized, the three males began to sing the words and language of the ancient hymn older than written history.
Only pleasure, Ursula reminded herself, her memory flashing back to the first time she’d gone through the Rite of First Taste.
Only pleasure, Bran and Gil repeated in her mind as their a capella song died away. Zul had no words, vocal or mental, as he struggled to control himself.
“Gently,” Bran cautioned him.
“She is fragile,” Gil reminded him.
Zul acknowledged their words with a curt nod as he slid his hands up her legs and down again, enjoying the soft, smooth texture of her skin as well as the way her little, clawless toes curled in delight. Ursula hummed in pleasure and smiled at the sight of the thick roll and bulge of Zul’s heavy muscles beneath his skin as his arms moved his big hands up and down her legs. He locked his black eyes with her golden ones and edged forward, gently lifting her legs and resting each within the thick curve of a horn. As he moved closer to her, her legs widened exposing her fully to his greedy gaze and flared nostrils.
With a slow, light touch, he probed the delicate flesh between her thighs, shining with viscous evidence of her arousal. Ursula moaned again and would have squirmed, but Bran and Gil anchored her to the bed with the gentle press of their hands on her abdomen even as they leaned over her, each cupping a breast that felt heavy and swollen in their other hands. Together, Bran and Gil caressed her breasts, rolling and pinching the tightly furled points and kneading the sensitive mounds of flesh. Ursula moaned again, the sound drawing Zul’s thick finger into deeper exploration, sliding through her slippery folds and easing into her weeping channel.
Zul growled as hot, wet silk clamped around his finger. His cock throbbed with urgent demand. The soft sounds of pleasure his mate made encouraged him to press more deeply into her body even as he stroked the passion-smeared skin of her inner thighs and puffy labia. With excruciating care, he eased his finger out until only the tip of it remained, careful to keep hisclaws retracted so as not to damage the delicate tissue and harm his lovely, fragile mate. He pushed his finger back in and soon established a sensuous rhythm that complemented the other two males who kissed, licked, and suckled her willing, pliant flesh.
When Zul felt her channel begin to ripple around his finger, he pulled it out and surged up the bed to replace it with his tongue. He groaned at her sweet succulence as he licked and slurped, drinking in the liquid of her passion. He edged in a fingertip to flick the tiny bundle of nerves that seemed especially sensitive. After a few gentle flicks combined with the worship of his lips and tongue, Ursula cried out as an orgasm erupted within her and her body gushed its heady juices into Zul’s mouth even as a deep, rumbling purr emanated from his chest.
When Ursula’s full body tremors subsided and Zul finished drinking her passion, he crawled further up her body and pressed his mouth to hers. She opened her lips willingly and met his tongue with hers. He tasted her mouth, twined his tongue with hers, shared the taste of her passion, then drew back before he lost all sense and drove his cock into her body.
Settling back on his heels and using his tail for balance, Zul reached over to the bureau and lifted the tyg. Bran and Gil propped Ursula into a sitting position as he brought the cup to her mouth. She grabbed onto two of the handles while he steadied it with a firm grip on the third and drank the blood-altered wine. When she drank her fill, he returned the tyg to the bureau. She eagerly accepted another claiming kiss from him.
Zul switched places with Gil. As he had many times before, Gil’s long, elegant figures explored her body and touched her with erotic precision while Zul and Bran kissed and caressed her everywhere else. In moments, he had her quivering and crying out for release which he denied. He eased back and drove her near the precipice again, soon adding the torment of his mouth, lips, and tongue and enjoying the sexual torture that would lead to an explosive climax which would leave her feeling boneless with pleasure. When Ursula once more crested and splinteredwith a scream, Gil drank in her passion then shared the spicy-sweet taste of it with her as their tongues tangled.
As Zul had done, Gil offered her the cup of blood-altered wine. She accepted it and drank. After she handed the cup back to Gil and he returned it to the bureau, Bran took Gil’s place. Ursula shivered, knowing from the hot gleam in his golden eyes that her Prime was prepared to deliver the orgasm of all orgasms.
Her legs draped over the wide sweep of his elegant horns, she lay beneath the sensual assault of her other two mates while Bran ruthlessly toyed with her oversensitive flesh. She panted, whimpered, gasped, moaned, and begged to no avail as he extracted every last drop of passion from her and still did not allow her to climax. Finally, hoarse and desperate, she wept with gratitude when his skilled touch drew her to the precipice and flung her over in a burst of heat and light that stole her sight and voice as her body convulsed and quivered in helpless reaction. After gently bringing her shattered consciousness back to her body, he shared her taste on his tongue and steadied the ceremonial cup of wine while she drank from it.
The three males let her relax a moment to catch her breath before Zul kneeled beside the bed and offered her the turgid length of his fat cock. His natural lubrication oozed down its length. She felt Gil’s skilled fingers slide along her jaw to encourage her to open and relax her throat.
“Taste,” Zul commanded, his voice a low, rumbling growl as he rubbed the bulbous tip of his cock over her lips and lubricated them. At her sigh of acceptance, he pressed into her mouth. His breath caught as her tongue fluttered against the underside of his cock where the thick veins pulsed. His essence dribbled into her mouth and her tongue pressed more firmly against his cock as she attempted to swallow. He cleared his throat and, his voice guttural, rasped, “I am Zullar cen’Vyr, Third of the Fangrys Triad, and the Bridge who connects the First and Forever. Your honor and pleasure are mine, and my love is yours. Receive me with joy.”
Zul eased his hips forward, gently pushing his pulsing cock deeper into her mouth and gasping when he hit the back of her throat.
“She can take you deeper,” Gil murmured, stroking his fingers along her jawline and neck to encourage her to open more and accept his full length.
