Chapter 39 #2
I rock back and forth between Erik and Ivar while Sigurd continues to tease my skin with kisses and trails of saliva. I’ve got one hand tangled in Erik’s red mane. The other is behind me keeping Ivar’s tongue buried where it feels incredible.
The pressure builds and I can’t tell if it’s mostly from Erik or Ivar, but I’m getting close. Desperately close. I whimper and moan, barely able to support myself on my wobbly knees as the pressure gets tight inside me. Then it releases, the climax sweeping through me like a wave of euphoria.
“Yes, god, yes,” I moan, rocking into Erik, then pushing back against Ivar.
One orgasm isn’t enough for them. It never is. Erik and Ivar make me come so many times I lose my balance and collapse against Sigurd, who holds me up so they can keep licking me. His hand trails down my back and he slaps my ass hard enough to make me jump, but it makes me erupt again.
“So, so good,” I mewl, gasping for breath.
“Alright, no more foreplay,” Sigurd chuckles. “We know our mate. She’s had enough of your tongues. Now she needs to be fucked.”
“It still feels good,” I moan, riding the afterglow as the generous tongues move in harmony.
Erik is the first to pull away. My nectar is glistening his beard, but he still looks hungry, and his dick is so hard it looks painful.
Ivar pulls away next, his tongue sliding out of me and teasing me one last time before it’s gone.
Sigurd guides me toward the bed. I don’t fight it.
He’s right. As good as that felt, there’s something else I want a lot more.
“Let’s see if we can’t put another baby in your belly,” Ivar says as he pushes my legs apart and moves between them. “Or three more… like last time.”
“I’d prefer not to have that many at once again,” I moan, feeling Ivar’s cockhead rubbing against my soaked entrance.
“You can handle it, especially here where they have much better medical care,” Ivar assures me, pushing into me. “You’re our mate. We’re going to breed you every chance we get.”
Ivar’s thrusts are steady and calculated, like he’s trying to ensure I get the most pleasure possible out of every movement of his hips. I’m so turned on from their tongues and sensitive from multiple orgasms that any friction would feel good, but the friction from his ridges is tremendous.
“Ivar,” I whimper, my hands moving to his hips, feeling his muscles flex every time he drives his length into me. “You’re going to make me come again!”
“I’ve tasted your sweet honey, so I won’t last long either,” he murmurs, looking me in the eyes while he moves like poetry between my legs.
His version of not lasting long is a lot different from mine. I manage to hold back my orgasm for another dozen thrusts, then I can’t fight it. The pressure is too tight. My core is flaring. I move my hips in unison with Ivar’s thrusts, my back arching as the pleasure rushes through my veins.
“Yes, yes!” I cry out, coming hard on Ivar’s cock.
The steady, slow strokes continue, the friction from our joining sending ripples of pleasure through me, even after the orgasm runs its course. Just in time for Ivar to send me soaring into another one, the incredible high making me see stars as my body begs for more.
“You feel so fucking good, Avery,” Ivar groans. “If something goes wrong, I’ll die happy knowing I’ve found my mate. That my people have a future, even if that future is only our children.”
“Don’t talk like that,” I plead. “I don’t want to think about you not coming back. Or dying…”
“Seriously, brother,” Sigurd growls. “She needs her pussy fucked hard so she forgets all about that shit.”
“That’s not what I meant either,” I sigh, then another orgasm crashes into me. “Oh, fuck!”
Ivar’s thrusts get a little faster and less measured when I clench on him and my walls flutter on his length.
He groans, then roars, his head rolling back against his shoulder as he climaxes inside me.
My orgasm makes sure he’s spent before he finally pulls away, a dribble of semen landing on my folds when he does.
“Ready for me, mate?” Erik asks, pulling me toward the edge of the bed.
“Yes,” I gasp, tensing up as he raises my legs and pushes into me.
He doesn’t get on the bed. He leans over it as his cock enters my pussy.
Then he starts thrusting with the kind of speed I’ve gotten used to with him.
It’s different from Ivar, but it feels just as good, his rapid strokes sending currents of pleasure from my g-spot as it’s constantly teased by his ridges.
He leans down and kisses me while he thrusts, and I taste myself on his tongue while the beard that still growing in tickles my skin. I’m not sure why, but I always taste what they taste when they kiss me. All I taste on Erik is sweet honey, and his tongue wasn’t even inside me.
I gasp for air when our lips part, my head spinning with bliss because another orgasm is already building inside me.
I can tell it will be a big one, but I’m not able to say anything because of how good it feels.
A scream rolls out of my mouth that vaguely resembles Erik’s name when I unravel on his length.
“She’s screaming and I haven’t even had my turn yet,” Sigurd chuckles. “You guys are finally figuring out how to fuck her the right way.”
“There’s no wrong way,” I breathe out. “It always feels good.”
“As evidenced by how slick and desperate you are,” Erik smirks, his cock moving inside me faster. “How many orgasms have you had already, huh?”
“I don’t know,” I answer. “I’ve lost count.”
“Well, clearly you haven’t had enough,” Erik laughs. “But I’ll make sure you get what you need before the brute takes over.”
“No fucking way,” Sigurd snarls. “She never gets what she needs until I’m done with her.”
“Speak for yourself,” Erik snickers, then I come again. “It sure feels like she’s getting what she needs right now.”
It’s playful banter with no malice. I’ve heard it before, so I let them have their fun while Erik drives his dick into me over and over. I’m not the only one who is desperate judging by how he’s moving inside me. His ridges are already beginning to throb, which means he has to be close.
“Fuck!” Erik roars, leaning closer as he hammers his cock into my pussy. “I’m going to fill you, mate. This is what you really need. A baby in your belly.”
Erik bellows and climaxes inside me. I orgasm a few times while he’s spilling his seed, but they’re smaller ones, just enough to gently massage every drop out of his balls.
I don’t know if it will get me pregnant, but I’m sure it will only be a matter of time considering how hard it is for them to keep their hands off me.
“My turn,” Sigurd says, some eagerness in his voice. “Saved the best for last, as always.”
“Not always,” I murmur, sliding back on the bed to make room for my biggest mate. “Sometimes you get me all to yourself.”
“Yeah, when you need your ass spanked,” he chuckles, spreading my legs wide as he lowers himself between my thighs. “But not today. They took too long.”
I know what I’m in for with Sigurd. He used to scare me, but now I get even more aroused when I see his big, fat cock and chaotically aligned ridges. But nothing gets me aroused like watching it disappear inside me and feeling the deep fullness.
“Mm,” I moan, squirming my hips until the alignment is perfect.
Sigurd’s thrusts are brutal and knock the breath out of me, especially since he’s on top of me instead of taking me from behind like he usually does. His ridges seem to be everywhere inside me, rubbing against my walls, teasing my g-spot, and going so deep I gasp.
I’ll have a few more bruises after he’s done.
But I won’t regret a single one of them.