She leaned forward, quivering in anticipation as Gil climbed up behind her. She moaned softly as he first wriggled thenwithdrew the large plug from her ass. Zul had been assigned the task of ensuring her readiness there, and he’d taken great delight in fulfilling that charge regardless of how desperately he wished to fuck her again. She sighed when he smoothed the opening with additional lubricant.
“Relax,” Gil commanded as he set the tip of his penis against her loosened sphincter.
Ursula took a deep breath and deliberately relaxed. She whimpered as he pressed forward, then moaned as he slid deep inside. “So full!”
“Open for Zul,elska’adir,” Gil murmured.
The mattress dipped beneath the weight of the berserker who climbed on the bed and kneeled above their Prime. He stroked her jaw and let his fingertips slide down the elegant column of her slender neck. Obedient to Zul’s unvoiced command, her jaw opened wide and her throat relaxed. He leaned down to press a kiss to her head before feeding her his cock. She clutched at the bulging muscles of his thighs to steady herself.
Zul growled as Ursula moaned around him when Bran and Gil began to move. They kept their synchronized thrusts shallow and slow. Their movement forced Ursula to duplicate the same rhythm as she slobbered around Zul’s cock.
Stuffed by three cocks all moving within her body concentrated the pleasure zinging throughout her body, and Ursula’s muffled cries of orgasm generated vibrations that quickly had Zul spurting down her throat. Bran and Gil soon followed in their release as her flesh clamped down and rippled along their cocks. All three males lay their hands upon her as she and they climaxed: Bran gently squeezed her breasts, Gil rubbed her butt, and Zul stroked her back.
When their cocks were spent and had softened, Zul carefully withdrew from Ursula’s mouth first before Gil withdrew from her anus. Ursula panted as Bran gently lifted her off his spent cock. Gil retreated to the en suite bathroom to cleanse his cock. Ursula gave into the lassitude to recuperate during Gil’s brief absence. When he returned, she was ready for the next round.
The males switched places: Gil beneath her, Bran at her mouth, and Zul at her ass. The scenario repeated, though somewhat less carefully as her body had softened and loosened to accommodate their use of her. Climax came swiftly, and Zul’s eyes crossed as he felt the deafening pressure of her orgasm through her ass and against Gil’s throbbing, pulsing release through the thin membrane that separated their cocks.
Zul, the mighty berserker, wondered if he might simply pass out from the pleasure of this triad mating of their beloved female who took them so sweetly into her soft, wondrous body. However, he found the strength and stamina to thrust into her pussy and catapult her into yet another explosive orgasm before he, Bran, and Gil also found their third shared release and the mating bond was sealed.
Exhausted by their passion, Gil and Zul curled up around their mate while Bran cleaned his cock then drew the covers over them all. They settled in for a restorative nap before waking, bathing, eating, and doing it all again and again.
When Ursula awoke after their third round, she was alone. A long, slow inhale took in the heavy odors of vigorous sex lingering in the air. She moaned as she left the bed, every muscle deliciously sore, and murmured a word of gratitude that somehow the architecture of the manor allowed for her central bedroom to have a large window that could be opened to admit fresh, clean air. She leaned out the opening, enjoying the play of the refreshing breeze across her still heated skin.
“Ursula!”
Startled, she yelped and turned away from the window. Zul rushed forth and wrapped a blanket around her naked body.
“You should not display yourself,” he admonished.
“Nobody’s out there,” she protested.
He glanced out the window, his fierce gaze picking out what she had not seen. “On the contrary, there are three gardeners out there.”
Ursula felt the flush of embarrassment burn. She turned her face into his body and muttered, “I’m sorry. I did not see them.”
Zul’s ire melted at her contrition. “You truly did not see them?”
She shook her head. “No. I just liked the feel of the breeze.”
“Ah.” He scooped her up into his arms. “Come, let me bathe you.”
Ursula sighed and did not protest, for she’d long since learned that any of her mates intent upon caring for her would not be deterred. Zul carried her to the bathroom and bade her sit while he ran the water. As it poured from the faucet, he removed her jewelry which had somehow made it undisturbed through their hours of marathon sex. Freed of the jewelry and having long since lost any semblance of privacy among her three mates, Ursula emptied her bladder while Zul stripped. Her mate picked up jars and read their labels, sprinkling in those herbs that promised to soothe aching flesh and revitalize flagging energy. He climbed into the tub.
“Come here,” he said.
She obeyed. Not willing to risk her slipping and falling on the slick surface, Zul picked her up and lifted her into the tub as he would a child. However, he did not treat her as a child when he settled her on his cock as they both sank into the seasoned, fragrant water. She gasped then sighed then relaxed against him, her back to his abdomen. First he merely stroked her, spreading the herb-infused water over her skin and resisting the urge to pump his hips. Then he reached for a washcloth and soap and began to clean her body of the sticky residue of vigorous sex.
“Mmm,” she hummed as he washed her. Zul imagined he could feel the gentle vibration of her hum in his cock which flexed and pulsed with need inside her.
He tweaked a nipple and she squealed. “You will not again display yourself like that.”
She moaned. He tweaked the other nipple, and she whimpered.
“Answer me,elska’adir.”
She squirmed while impaled on his cock. “No, no, I won’t do that again.”
He rolled both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and reveled in the way her channel rippled around his cock. “That’s my sweet mate.” He rolled his hips and she moaned. “Lean forward.”
