I go to her, fully understanding why they don’t want to be the one. My hands tremble as I take them from her.
What if I screw this up somehow? What if I hurt her?
“Hey.” She brushes her fingers across my cheek. “You look like you’re overthinking this.”
“I am.”
Smiling at me and thinking I’m cute, she sits on the bed and squirms back until she leans against Risk, legs open, one nestling over Shock.
“Do I need to do anything special?”
She shrugs. “Cross your fingers, put it in, and squeeze.”And maybe say a quick prayer?
She strokes herself and works her legs even wider apart as she slips her fingers into her pussy, pumping once… and again. Spreading herself, she bites her lip and thinks one word on repeat.Please.
“Anything and everything you want.”
I suction up as much of our cum as I can and set the beaker aside, my focus set on making sure I don’t spill a single drop before it gets where she wants it.
Her lips are pressed tightly together, Risk watches me lazily, and Shock… Shock has his fingers crossed.
I don't breathe as I guide the plastic tube into her, moving so slow, but I don’t dare move faster…
I don’t ask her to tell me when. Her thoughts do it all on their own, and when I squeeze, pushing all of us into her, weallhold terribly still.
Nothing…
Easing the baster out of her, I look at the all but empty tube and exhale… right before a sharp gasp precedes my own.
The bond hits me like three fists from three different directions. It’s a violent connection that eases into a stronger version of something familiar.
This bond was always meant to be. It’s always been here, just waiting to be activated.
Now that it has, I feel…
Everything. From all of them.
My eyes fly wide, meeting hers. Equally as wide, equally as lustful, and then, they slide to the others.
Theneedin this room is intoxicating.
It threatens to make me buckle.
Chrys squirms, and it feels like it crawls across my skin. Risk and Shock shift. They feel it too.
It’s the strangest, most amazing thing.
“Mine,” Chrys says softly.
“Ours,” Risk corrects her, his eyes closed tight.
I touch her leg, and Shock shivers as I feel the sensation on my own skin too.
Tongue caught between her teeth, Chrys mimics the same motion or Risk’s skin and then Shock’s.
“This is going to be so much better than I imagined.” Her smile is sly. Her wicked joy flutters through the bond and across my nerves.
“I still can’t take all three…how do we pick who gets to go first? Alphabetical order?” she asks, clacking her tongue as she smiles. The laughter in her thoughts almost triggers my own.
