“Ah-Ahh,” Vulf whimpers. “Azuran!”
I pepper his hip and buttocks with kisses, slowing my strokes. “Yes, pet?”
Gazing into Vulf’s vast eyes is one of my favorite pastimes. I could get lost in them. Now, they flick feverishly between me and the queen between his feet.
“Are you all right?” Terra asks. Her hands trail up his ankles to cup his calves, and he shivers, sending a glob of slick onto her face with a plop. “Oh! Ohhhhhh, fuck.”
Terra’s tongue shoots out faster than sprite lightning, licking up the mess. How pretty she is, squirming with need, glazed with my mate’s slick.
“What a beautiful sight. Do you see her, my love? I want to taste your sweet cum between our tongues. Feed it to her, would you, pet?”
“Y-yes, I will, Azure, fuck!” Wolf babbles as he fights to stay still, letting me milk him like a good little pet.
“Open your robe, Wildflower.”
This time, she hurries to obey. She whips the robe to either side and cups her arms under her breasts, lifting them right into the cascade.
“Perfection. How does it taste?”
“It’s so fucking good.Ohhh. How is it so good?”
“I told you. Our wolf is very special.” Vulf shudders. “He’s going to cum soon. I’m going to ride those pretty tits with his seed. How does that sound, dear?”
“Yes! Yes.” She grasps her breasts in both hands, smearing Stormy’s leakage over taut nipples.
I slip from the chaise, releasing my hold on Vulf. His cock swings in a heavy arc toward the mirror, thudding against it with a trail of slick.
Once I strip, I settle atop her with a pleased groan. Her smooth skin is covered in Stormy’s slick, making for an easy glide between her breasts, which she shoves together around my cock.
“So sweet, little doe. You’ll feel better once you're covered in our scents, our seed.” I dip my head, ignoring Vulf’s pained whimpers as I lave Terra’s nipple, sighing at the taste of his sweetwater slick and her wildflower skin. “See how you're already feeling calmer now? This is what you needed. Let us take care of you."
“Don’t—ooohh—need—ahhh—no man,” she bites out between sounds of pleasure.
I chuckle and rock back. “No, of course not.”
She doesn’t need a man. She needs her mates. But that is not information she is ready for.
Terra holds herself steady as I pump between her breasts. I reach for Vulf’s neglected cock. My lips find purchase on his knot, and I kiss, then suck, my hands milking him from knot to tip.
Slick splashes on Terra’s hands, chest, and face, her tongue out to catch as much as she can. Vulf’s knot pulses under my lips. I pump my hips, my balls sliding along her breastbone in the slick.
“Stormy here is not your standard werewolf. He’s one of a kind. The very first of his kind.” I pause to kiss his knot, and to allow Terra’s pleasure-addled brain to process my words.
“Re-really?”
“He’s a were-rainwolf. You and I are the only ones to have the honor of tasting his impossible seed. Isn’t that sweet?”
“S-so sweet, so sweet.”
Terra babbles on about how sweet Vulf’s cum is, jiggling her perfect, bouncy tits around my cock, her legs squirming behind me. Both of my mates are on the very edge.
"Yes. And you, little doe, are just as rare as Wolfie here. I'm honored to fuck these pretty, rare tits. I'm going to paint your pretty face. Prepare yourself,” I warn.
I adopt a faster pace, encouraging Vulf with my tongue on his knot. Within seconds, he howls through a powerful orgasm.
“Oh!” Terra’s cries are gargled as she opens her mouth, swallows, and opens again, drinking from the stream of Vulf’s thick, opalescent seed.
With one arm extended to hold Vulf in place, I lean in for a taste. I lick his seed from the swell of her breast, sucking it from her nipple and continuing up her neck.
