“Fiona,” says Shathar, “do you want to try both of us at the same time?”
Fiona tightens again, and I slow my movement inside her.
“Oh yes.” She lifts her rear, which has the delightful effect of bringing me even further into her. I grip her ass in my claws, trying not to lose control. Still, I can’t help drawing my hips back and then plunging in, and Fiona lets out a strangled moan.
“H-how do we do it?” she asks as I pause again.
Shathar studies us, stroking his jaw. Then he leans back against the headboard, cock sticking straight up between his thighs, and gives her a welcoming gesture.
Taking a few deep breaths to steady myself, I work myself out of her ass with caution, and Fiona sags as I leave her. I help her up to a sitting position, and then lead her into Shathar’s lap.
“I think it will be easiest if he is first,” I tell her, and Fiona nods in understanding. She straddles him with her thighs, and Shathar’s lips spread into a fang-filled grin as she wraps her hand around his cock and guides him inside her.
They both groan in unison. Now I am particularly hungry to be inside my mate again, but I will wait until she’s ready for me.
I watch with keen interest as Fiona rises to her knees, then sinks down, taking all of Shathar. Soon, he is glistening with her moisture, and I lick my lips.
“What about… like this?” Fiona asks, slowing her movements. She leans forward against Shathar, lying almost on his chest. This position perfectly exposes her rear to me, and I nod feverishly in answer.
“This will be perfect.”
I seat myself behind her on my knees, and her ass is still open from my earlier explorations. Below that, Shathar is buried to the hilt, and I did not consider how much contact the two of us would have while doing this with her.
Ah, well. Perhaps it won’t be so bad.
I line myself up, then remember to squirt more lube onto my cock. Fiona glances at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide and her lips parted, as I once again squeeze the head inside her tight hole.
Immediately, she cries out, and I halt.
“Holy shit,” she moans. “There’s so… much of you!”
Ah, I understand now. With Shathar filling up her cunt, there’s not as much room. I will have to start slow again, as much as my instincts beg me to slam into her.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur, smoothing my hand over her rear. “We will take it slow, like I promised.”
I start over at the beginning again, giving her just the tip, then working my way in deeper one fraction at a time. She is immensely tight, far tighter than before, and I can feel Shathar through her walls. He is thick, and we are squashed together as we both try to fit inside at the same time.
I’ve never experienced a bliss like this one.
In Shathar’s arms, Fiona shivers and moans as I work my way back in, until we are once again at the thickest part of my cock.
“Here it is,” I murmur to her, taking care as I ease in. “Are you ready?”
“Yes!” Fiona’s voice comes out strangled. “Please, Khesan!”
Driven by her begging, I press all the way through, seating my nalopo inside her. And how glorious she feels, with Shathar’s cock stretching her so tight that she squeezes me against him. It’s incredible, feeling the ridging of his nalopo through her.
Fiona buckles forward when I’m sheathed all the way, and Shathar puts his arms around her to comfort her.
“How does it feel?” he asks, stroking her back.
She trembles. “Unbelievable.”
Over her shoulder, Shathar catches my eye. “Shall we?”
I nod in agreement, and then we both start to move.
Chapter Twenty-Five
