“Unless you want a tall glass of the rarest cum in Eldrunna.”
Terra tilts my way, though she does not drop the curtain on Vulf’s cock. It’s bright and glistening, and as I watch, precum fountains from the tip.
“Werewolves are rare?”
I glance at Vulf and hide my smirk behind the tray, which I lift in offering before placing it on the sliding cart with my back toward them. Vulf is a werewolf, but he is oh, so much more.
Watching them in the mirror, stuck in their trance, I prepare two glasses of wine and a goblet of whiskey, then maneuver the drink cart next to the circular chaise.
Approaching the bed, I hand a wine glass to Vulf’s shaky hand. Waiting until I have Terra’s attention, I conjure one cube of ice that splashes into her drink, relishing the surprised o of her lips. My gaze flicks between that perfect shape to Vulf’s throbbing cock, imagining all the ways they’d fit together.
“Oh, Stormy is extremely precious and rare. Just like you, Wildflower.”
“Azure,” Vulf warns.
Pacing toward the mirrors, I sip my wine. It is possible I’m about to push too hard, too fast. Perhaps I should listen to my better half.
But Terra is invested now. She casts another look of longing toward my pet’s uncovered crotch, which seems to preen under her attention, oozing with his special slick. Then she drops the sheet and faces me.
The robe gently rustles with her movement, cascading over elegant skin that now bears the signature golden patterns of theVitalis. By the elements, she is the embodiment of beauty and grace, life and fertility, and she’s looking at me like I hold the answers at the tips of my fingers. Like she wants to suck each appendage until her questions evaporate.
I would give her everything.
Forgive me, pet.
I spared him a sympathetic glance, though it’s half-hearted, for I know he’ll be grateful in the end. There is no doubt in my mind that our little Wildflower will be interested in what I have to say.
“You smelled it when you awoke to find us…engaged.”
Her wry smile sends a bolt of need straight to my cock.
“When you were getting face-fucked like a fleshlight, yes.”
“Mmmm,” Vulf whines. The humidity in the room spikes for a barely perceptible moment. His control will not last.
“Whatever that is, I guarantee the pair of us are better at sucking a cock than it is.” I tip my glass in a silent cheers.
Terra snorts and sips her whiskey, eyes narrowed over the glass. With calculated steps, I stride the length of the eight-point room, twirling my wine, my other hand twirling two crystal spheres.
“Aeros—my domain—is made of pure sunshine. Our clouds grow impressively fat with sweetwater. The rain is like tea with honey, but more refreshing.”
I pause for a sip of wine and dramatic effect. Terra leans forward, the black robe outlining her bosom, the wide, darker brown of her areolas visible through the sheer fabric. Beside me, my poor pet is less amused, staring daggers at me.
As I reach the foot of the bed and pace past my needy mates, I drop to a whisper. “You need only stick out your tongue.”
Vulf whines like a whelp. Terra’s robe susserates as she tries to settle down.
Ignoring the increasingly urgent situation in my trousers, I return to the chaise. It takes three long drinks to down my wine. “Would you like a taste of something even sweeter, Wildflower?”
My Wildflower’s eyes flash. Her cheeks are flushed, her hands fisting the feathered sleeves.
“I like tea.” She glances between me and my distraught pet, her knees clamped tighter than a vice.
“Very good,” I praise her in one breath and command Vulf in the next. “Come, my love, show her how sweet a pet should be.”
Vulf rises, the satin bedsheet still slung around his hips. It juts out over his cock, his natural slickness making it cling to him, leaving no question what a weapon swings between his thighs.
“Drop it.” Immediately, he obeys. “Good boy. Hands on the wall.”
