Chapter Eighteen
Azuran
My head swims with the overwhelming sounds and smells swirling about the room, carried on every gust of air. It’s so strong, I struggle to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to miss a second of this.
Our dream girl, the unattainable human from another realm. She’s no human, and she has accepted our claim on her. Nothing, not even such a silly thing as blinking, will make me miss this.
“Only a little further, my loves.” I take a knee between Vulf’s powerful thighs and place a steadying hand at the base of his knot. As he fucks into Laterra, he rubs against my hand, causing the most obscene noises.
The upper swell of his knot slips inside her reddened cunt, and he slows his pace, working it in and out.
“Oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck,” Laterra cries. “I don’t know about this!”
“You can do it.” I have complete faith in her. “A little further.”
“If you—ohh—say so.”
I will my reflections to redouble their efforts, the ghost of every kiss they place on her skin whispering over my own lips, which I latch around her clit. She cries out as I kiss and suck, letting my tongue drift to Vulf’s throbbing cock, smearing her nub with his sweetwater cream.
I feel the bulge of his knot the moment it fully fastens inside of her.
Her wails are nonsensical. I slip my hand between them and place a reassuring hand on her belly, feeling him there below my thumb, where I pet small circles.
“Be still, Wildflower, the pleasure will catch up.”
All the loving blood in my heart thunders down to my cock when Laterra places her full trust in me, becoming utterly still. I pepper Vulf’s pelt with kisses until both of my lovers mewl uncontrollably.
“That’s it,” I praise. “She’s ready. Aren’t you, love?”
“Yes,” she moans.
With a chuckle, I notch myself at Vulf’s hole, which clenches and sucks me deep, immediately taking on a milking pace. Taking Terra’s legs, I lift them at the knee, gifting her the perfect angle.
My Wildflower is a goddess when she comes undone. Even more so when it’s on the cock of my sweet Stormcloud as his thrusts devolve into desperate lurches.
Vulf howls his release, her belly becoming full with his delicious seed. Shiny rivulets escape the tightly sealed spot of their joining, trickling around my cock, little drops of lubricant I greedily force inside his own ass before coming undone myself.
“So—ahh—so damn beautiful,” I muse through gritted teeth.
In this moment, I feel more whole than I ever did when I was surrounded by worshippers.
It’s ever so much more satisfying to be the one who worships.