“Saints.” Arc shivers beneath me, and the deep warmth welling inside the bond lifts me like a wave, trying to sweep me away.
Eyes fluttering closed, I let it. I float on that sea of bliss as they move within me, finding a rhythm that works for all of them and using it to churn the waves that hold me there.
Risk kisses me, leaning over me, and the perfect pressure of them gets even better when he leans closer and kisses Arc too.
I really would stay like this forever if we could.
“We’re going to breed you every chance we get, koah.” Risk’s hips hit a little harder, as if to emphasize his point.
“You already have.” Licking my lips, I say, “But you are more than welcome to try again. Every chance you get.”
“Is that right?”
“Mestava, meoju. Fill me up until I’m swimming in you.”
Risk laughs, but his teeth are grit tight, his thrusts ragged.
He is the catalyst that pushes all of us into a cascade of orgasms.
The force of it drags Shock over the edge, Arc following after. And like gravity’s pull, it’s inevitable that I fall into that bliss with them.
My pussy pulses around their cocks, pulling at them, trying to get more and more, and we stay there, locked in bliss, breathing when we can find the air for our lungs.
But it can’t last forever.
Shock slips out of me first, then Risk rolls onto his back and Arc lifts me up.
I have no idea where the absolutegallonof cum that falls out of me fit with all three of them inside me. I don’t know how this bed is ever going to be clean again.We’ll have to gift Margot new cleaning bots.
Arc chuckles as he turns me and sets me down, straddled over Risk’s cock.
I don’t hesitate to ride him. The haze of our pleasure is still so thick in the bond that his second orgasm comes quickly, and I hold myself down tight on him as he spills into me.
“You like being full, don’t you?”
Breathless, I smile down at him. “I really do.”
Kissing him, I don’t protest when he scoots to the edge of the bed—sliding in our pooling cum—because he doesn’t put me down.
As he walks me to the shower to join the others, the whole bed turns over, instead of the normal elaborate, but quick, sheet change.
The bed and I are both clean and dry when they lead me back to it, and we snuggle down into the copious pillows.
“How many bedrooms does that abandoned outpost have?”
“Enough.” Risk reaches around Arc to wrap his arm around me, fingers brushing Shock’s chest until he clasps it in his own.
“Are you sure? We’re a few months away from being seven under one roof.”
Kissu makes an unhappy noise as he jumps up to lie at the foot of the bed, and I correct myself, “Eight.”
“We could be eighteen and it would be fine.” Risk snuggles closer to Arc, his eyes closed.
“We arenotgoing to be eighteen.” I do not even want to imagine that.
“We’ll go look at it tomorrow. See what we need to do before we can move in.” Shock kisses the hollow between my collarbones.
“The sooner we move in, the fewer meetings we’ll have to physically attend,” Arc says, his voice soft… content.
