Zul drew back and Ursula swallowed and gasped for air. His black eyes met hers, and she nodded, opening her mouth wide and relaxing her throat. Thus encouraged, he carefully pressed into the hot, wet cavern again and groaned at the sublime pleasure. He continued to slide deeper and deeper until his cock was lodged down the constriction of her throat and against the fluttering of her tongue, her nose buried against his pubis. He jolted when her delicate hand took hold of his heavy testicles and began to massage them, a fingertip sliding further back toward the underside of his tail and his taint. The unexpected caress broke the last threads of his control, and his hips bucked. Zul cried out as his seed spewed forth in hot spurts.
Panting for breath, he withdrew from his mate’s slack mouth. His eyes bulged once again as she lazily licked her lips, catching the drops that leaked from her mouth. With a groan, he sank further down and pressed his mouth to hers to taste his pleasure on her tongue.
A light tap on Zul’s shoulder reminded him that there were two other males who needed release. Bowing his head, he moved to let Gil take his place and watched in utter fascination while the ceremony repeated with the turquoise warrior finally achieving his climax within their mates’ mouth and uttering the sacred words of bonding. When Gil finished, Bran took his place and repeated the process and spoke the ritual vow.
The four of them paused and availed themselves of the cool water to refresh themselves and rehydrate. They arranged themselves on the massive bed, cocks temporarily limp and quiescent. Their tails stroked her in languid motion, keeping Ursula’s skin sensitized and stoking her desire. When the rapid, shallow pulse of her heart had slowed and she began to squirm in readiness again, the three of them proceeded to the Rite of First Union.
The base of Zul’s horns burned. The heat spread through his body. “I burn.”
“You burn for our mate,” Bran said, stroking his cock which had once again risen to the occasion.
Ursula wriggled and spread her legs. She stretched out an arm beckoning her mates. “Please.”
Bran took the lead. “First we touch.”
He stroked her legs, and Gil and Zul followed suit, their hands wandering over her arms, shoulders, neck, breasts, and belly.
“Now we taste,” Bran said and bent down to lick her weeping sex.
Again, Gil and Zul copied his actions. Stimulated beyond endurance, Ursula climaxed.
Bran focused his attention on Zul and said, “Because our bond with Ursula has long been established and sealed, you shall be the first tonight to complete the Rite of First Union.”
Zul bowed his head in silent gratitude for the honor being given to him, knowing his former prime would not have been so generous. Taking a deep breath of air already heavy with the scent of spent passion, he positioned himself between Ursula’s thighs. He stroked them, willing her to relax sufficiently to accommodate his girth and length without discomfort. He bent over her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and whispered, “My hearts are yours.”
Ursula gave him a slow, soft smile and raised her hand to cup his cheek. She then said, “I receive you with joy, Zul.”
He notched the tumescent eagerness of his sex at the shiny entrance of her body and hissed as he slowly pressed inside, “I am the Third of your mates and of the Fangrys Triad, Zullar cen’Vyr, the Bridge who connects the First and Forever. Your honor and pleasure are mine and my love is yours. Receive me with joy.”
By the time he’d finished speaking, he’d sunk as deeply as he could into his mate’s delectable, gorgeous body. He retreated, relishing the drag of his cock inside her hot, wet channel. Pleasure burst within him and sizzled through his veins, spurring irresistible instinct to thrust until his balls tightened and drew close to his body and the base of his spine began to burn. His gaze focused on the bouncing of his mate’s breasts and his ears onthe wet slap and suction of fucking. Instinct had him watch her for the slightest of signals of pain and pleasure until the pitch of her mewls and cries changed and her breathing hitched and she erupted around him in glorious ecstasy. Her sublime pleasure ignited his. Zul threw back his head and roared as he strained against her body and filled her womb with his seed.
He gasped for breath and bowed his head. His arms trembled, which surprised him. After a moment during which tremors of pleasure rippled sporadically through his cock and body, he managed to lean down without collapsing on top of his mate to press another gentle kiss to her lips. Rising from the kiss, he took a deep breath and reveled in the strength of the bond he felt, a bond he’d never before experienced and would weep inconsolably if he ever lost it.
After a long moment, Zul’s cock softened sufficiently to withdraw from her body. He slid down and savored her soft cries of pleasure as he lapped at her core and cleaned her for Bran.
Zul watched with glittering eyes as Bran and Gil, the First and the Forever of their triad, took their turns, giving her their vows as they reveled in the hoarse cries of her pleasure. By the time they finished, Ursula lay as though boneless in her exhaustion. With a soft sigh, she said, “There is more.”
“Ah, you remember,” Bran said with a small smile as he held her steady in one arm and a cup of water to her lips in his free hand. She drank as she watched Gil retrieve a plug and lubricate it. Her bleary eyes blinked. Her ass clenched in anticipation. Bran continued as Gil handed him the plug, “You have mated us singly, and you will next mate us in union.”
Ursula swallowed and nodded, her eyelids drooping. “So tired.”
“We shall rest,” he said, much to Zul’s disappointment, though he, too, could have been forced to admit that he felt deliciously logy. Bran gently rolled her over and slid the lubricated plug into her ass, then said, “And when we wake, we shall eat and bathe and complete the Rite of First Union.”
Ursula responded with a smile and let her eyes shut.
Uncertain as to what to do, Zul watched as Gil retreated to the en suite bathroom and returned a moment later with a warm wet cloth. After wiping their mate clean, he tossed the washcloth into the bathroom and fetched the blankets. Gil gestured toward their mate and murmured, “Climb in. We sleep with her tonight.”
Zul climbed in, drawing his exhausted mate into the shelter of his body and thinking he had known no greater satisfaction in his entire life. Bran slid in on Ursula’s other side. Gil unfolded the blanket over them and crawled in at the foot of the bed, so Ursula was surrounded by her mates.
Chapter 17
The next morning found Ursula nestled between Gil’s legs in the humongous bathtub—a shallow pool, really—as he washed her clean of the previous night’s sticky residue. Both her mates watched, occasionally pointing out a spot he’d missed or simply leaning over to press a kiss to her head or shoulder or offering her a sip ofti’chal, Uribern’s favorite morning beverage. Zul and Bran had already bathed, and Gil would wash himself after the three of them deemed her properly clean—and that would only happen after Gil’s clever fingers made sure she orgasmed at least twice.
Of course, watching Gil finger her to orgasm incited Bran and Zul to pull out their big cocks and stroke themselves to completion, making sure to spray her with their seed so that Gil needed to wash her again.
“Why do we not fuck her this morning and complete the Rite of First Union?” Zul asked as he lowered his kilt over his now flaccid cock.
“Our mate retains many of her human qualities,” Bran answered, understanding the berserker’s eagerness. “She is, as you see, small and delicate. Fragile. Her body needs to recover before she can take us again without pain or damage.”
