“My clit?”
“Mmmm. A pus-say and a clit. What funny names you humans have for things. I feel a womb door rolls of the tongue better.” Bellator's hands roam my body as he mumbles his thoughts.
I bear down on them again, laughing at the silliness of it all, I just fucked an Orc King and his brother,in the same hole. Back on earth, I felt invisible, but here I have found my voice, I feel safe, empowered, I feel loved. Propping my legs up on either side of Steve's thighs, I begin to push myself off them both, Bellator steadying me as I stand on the couch, my pussy now eye level with Steve. We all whimper as I finally pop off them, releasing a torrent of lavender seed; the loss of their connection felt deep in my chest. My pussy aches so sweetly. I don't have to touch it to know how used it will look, but at the same time, I like that it will be puffy and swollen. The evidence of our connection, of us completing the ritual, has the ache turning to a throb of need.
My body opened up to them in a way I never thought possible. I always felt I was shortchanged on the life I was handed on earth. All I wanted was a partner who loved me as much as I loved them. A union built on trust and attachment, but what I havefelt with Steve and Bellator is so much more than I could have ever dreamed of.
It is devotion.
It is trust.
Love.
It ishome.
Steve reaches up, his fingers stroking my very used pussy. Breathing out a woosh of air, he parts my folds, finding and pressing one of his fingers inside. I'm so sensitive my body flinches away, Steve propping one of my legs over his shoulder for a better look while I lean back on Bellator for support.
“Taste her, brother.” Bellator growls.
Leaning forward, Steve drags his tongue from my back hole to my clit, collecting our combined cum in his mouth, it smearing over his chin. I feel when his lips close so he can swallow it down, the vibrations of his groan causing me to gasp as he keeps his focus on my clit, circling and sucking on it. I'm already so worked up that it takes barely any effort to relax into my building orgasm. My body suspended in their hold as he gently bites down on my swollen bud. My fingers dig into the smooth skin on his head, I feel his tusks rub against my inner thighs and for the third time in as many hours, I come, crying out to my soulmates in ecstasy.
Chapter 31
Bellator
Stretching my arms above my head, I try not to move too much. Rosie is draped across my chest, her mouth parted with an adorable patch of drool forming. After she saw stars with Steve's tongue, we washed each other, and she fell into a deep sleep on Steve's chest as we lay in bed. I lay next to them, basking in their proximity. I am told humans need much more sleep than we do, and after watching her for hours, I agree with Steve's assessment. I could watch her sleep for days and never tire of it. At one point she snorted, making some unintelligible words before shoutinglamingtonsin her sleep. I will need to ask her what these are and if I should slaughter them. Perhaps they are her enemy and I can be the one to protect her. Later on, she flailed her arms once before aggressively rolling off Steve and draping herselfacross my chest. Her eyes never opened, and other than a sigh of contentment, she remained in a deep sleep.
Her arms move up my chest, palms flat against my skin as she replicates my stretch almost exactly. Lying flat on her belly, her head pops up, heavy-lidded eyes blinking several times before a slow grin spreads across her face.
“I’m glad you’re real,” she smiles.
“I am very real, Soulbound. Would you like me to cut myself so you may see me bleed?”
“What! No. I dreamed I got chased by a possum trying to steal my lamingtons, but I also dreamed I got utterly destroyed in the best way possible by these two orcs.” She licks her lips, propping herself up on her elbows, her teats pressed perfectly against my chest.
“Who are these orcs?” I demand. “I will kill any other who thinks they have a claim on you.”
“Youwere the orcs,” she laughs, rolling off me to walk behind the bathroom partition, dragging her hand through the material of her dresses hanging from it.
“Where is Steve?" she calls out, finishing her needs before returning to the living space, completely naked still.
The door to the room swings open, Steve’s brow dipped, his lips pursed. “I could feel your hunger growing and went to fetch a meal. An older imp, she chased me out of the kitchen but I managed to grabthese things. Food will only be delivered at the appropriate times, apparently, Orc King be damned.” In the crook of his arms he holds an abundance of dried meats and fresh fruit.
“This will be plenty until the next meal time…” She giggles at Steve, biting down on her bottom lip. “I was thinking.” Her hips sway as she walks toward my brother. His eyes hungrily roam her naked body. “Seeing we only have limited time in this room until you’re summoned. Well, I had a dream. There were these two orcs.”
“Who were these orcs!” Steve demands.
Laughing, Rosie grabs a fistful of Steve’s shirt, pulling him toward the bed. “Both of you need to stop being so literal with things, at least with me. You were the orcs, you big lug.”
Rosie crawls onto the bed, leaning down and kissing my thigh.I need to make sure I have the time to practice my kissing with her. Her round hips sway in the air, Steve's lips parting at the view before him.
“My name is Steve, not lug,” he grunts, palming himself.
“In my dream, you were on your knees,” she whispers, planting another kiss closer to my very hard cock. Instantly, as if I had been bitten by a fore beetle, I leap from where I was lying, knees spread, kneeling in front of her. Her smile is wicked as she stares at my cock, planting the softest of kisses on the tip. With wide eyes, she looks up at me, licking her lips. She is atemptress in her approach. Each move of her body made to tease and seduce me, and I never want to break the spell. “I took you in my mouth, explored you with my tongue.”
“Yes, yes, please. I want thatverymuch.” Looking down, I cup her face, running my fingers through her hair, before grabbing a fistful and lightly tugging it. “If you are hungry, Soulbound, then I will feed you,” I growl. Her tongue circles my tip, my shoulders slump forward, and I groan from the relief it feels to have her mouth on me. Looking over her shoulder, she takes in Steve, who stands watching us mouth agape.
“You were in my dream, too. You were naked.” Steve rips the shirt from his chest, throwing it on the floor in shreds, his pants falling down as he stumbles free of them. Any other time, it would be comedic how fast he removed his clothes, but I am guilty of the same thing. When Rosie asks for us,needs us, there is little that would stop me from standing to attention. “You… you took me from behind,” her voice a little softer as her confidence falters.
