32. Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-One
Ursula
W hile waiting for the reveal, I had thought, ‘This anticipation might kill me. Nothing is going to top this.’
How very wrong I had been.
The evening has been full of surprises thus far—least of all that Lysander actually asked to share the latter half of his date with the entirety of our pack.
Pack Gold.
I can still hardly believe this isn’t a dream, my eyes darting to the glittering gold and ruby ring on my finger as I round the corner of the villa’s wrap around pool—Lysander at my side.
Oh.
A scene unfolds before me—like a renaissance painting, or a sculpture garden populated with the figures of the gods.
The light is a mix of warm and cool, the silvery blue of moon and starlight from the clear skies above plays against the warm, dancing light of the lanterns on the surface of the water—the dim twinkling lights cast from the bedroom, the high flame of the torches on the corners of the patio railing; the dreamy lighting only adding to the surreality of the scene.
Mavren and Ronan, recline on the pool steps—each facing one another—their bare chests reflecting the dream-light in tiny droplets of water and the glittering sheen of perspiration. They pass their own blunt—hardly but a roach now, back and forth—eyes hooded with heavy lids, languid smiles on their lips.
Teddy leans easily against the pool wall—his elbows propped on the poured concrete edge of the patio—his eyes liquid black in the low light, tracking my every movement; the golden dance of the firelight flickering on his damp skin.
Ash, like a single white water lily, treads water close to the surface—his lavender blond hair catching all the blue light of night, making him appear as if hewn from starlight.
Once both Lysander and I have come into view, everyone’s sidebar conversations are suddenly snuffed out; all attention on us.
I can feel their eyes on me—my breasts, the glittering at my finger; Lysander, bare chested—barely a step from my elbow.
“Welcome home,” Mavren greets us warmly, pushing off the stone steps and wading into the water. Though the water is deep enough to reach his hip bones, I can tell from the bare downward slope of his defined groin cuts that he isn’t wearing a bathing suit. I doubt any of them are.
“Did you wear that to dinner?” Teddy growls, low and hungry as he looks me up and down—already making his way toward Lysander and I in the water.
“Wouldn’t have had much dinner if she did,” Lysander scoffs, reaching for my hand—drawing himself toward me—holding on for dear life.
I pass the blunt to Teddy as he passes close enough. He turns quickly, passing the blunt to Ash—who draws up short, not expecting the sudden handoff.
“Gotta keep my wits about me tonight, princess.” He grins at me, then winks at Lysander. “Don’t wanna get too excited and end up—“ He clicks his teeth together in an overblown bite, a flicker of heat in his dark eyes. “Y’know?”
Ronan lets out a low, rumbling purr—Mavren joining in on instinct.
Ash takes a quick hit off the blunt before tapping it out on the concrete—abandoning it to paddle toward Lysander, Teddy, and I.
Even though all of them look so unbelievably inviting—I turn to face Lysander, my hands drifting toward him in the water—my fingers brushing against his twitching erection; an imposing column of pulsing heat, even in the cool water.
“I know that it’s technically our first time all together, but I want you to set the pace tonight—ok?” I begin to stroke him gently—Lysander moving forward, pressing his hardness into my tender grip.
“Uhn, yeah,” he grunts against my firm strokes.
“What would you like to do first—sweet Lysander?” I purr in his ear as I draw close—my nipples grazing the hard planes of his chest.
Teddy has moved close enough that I can feel the heat from his body stretching toward mine in reaching tendrils—the sharp, fresh scent of satsuma, cut grass, and clean orange blossom wafting into my nose on a steady undercurrent of sweet, smoky clove.
Lysander must sense him too, because his cock jumps slightly against the softness of my palm—his eyes darting over my shoulder, half lidded—heavy with pleasure.
His lips tremble as if he’s about to say something—but he can’t quite find the courage to put it to words.
“I can keep going just like this for now.” I lay a gentle kiss across his parted lips, stroking him slow and steady. “Or maybe we can get you a seat on those stairs.” I nod to the stone steps, taking hold of his right index finger with my free hand. “And I can give you a little extra attention.” I guide his finger between my lips and suck gently.
Lysander’s eyes flutter shut—his face contorting slightly before his eyes roll back; his lids lifting once more, as his eyes come back to meet mine, a groan escaping his parted lips as I pull his finger slowly from my mouth.
I wait patiently as Lysander swallows down the dryness in his throat—my hand working his cock all the while.
“I—want to…taste you,” he stammers, his brown eyes flitting over my shoulder to Teddy. “But it’s more important that I please you—that I make you cum,” he explains haltingly—turning to face Teddy more directly, though he’s still careful not to disturb my hand’s careful motions. “I’ve—never done this before, and I know you said…” Lysander suddenly speaking directly to Teddy instead of me, makes his desperate plea.
“Say no more, Sandy,” Teddy rumbles, his hands reaching for me in the cool water. “Between the four of us professors of the art—I’ll guarantee your success with confidence.” He extends a hand to each of us.
I look to Lysander, my eyes searching his—a wordless reminder that he chooses the steps in this dance.
Lysander reaches for Teddy’s hand, and I release his turgid cock—reaching for Teddy’s hand in kind.
“Hey Mav, can you lend us a little support?” Teddy maneuvers us toward the steps, Mavren moves in—sliding easily into a seated position on the second stone step—the water level rising to the bottom of his ribcage as he settles in the rippling shallows.
Teddy lets go of Lysander’s hand—guiding me toward Mavren.
Ash and Ronan draw closer—filling in on either side of Mavren on the wide set of stone steps, like a school of mermen perched upon rocks in the bay.
Slowly, Teddy turns me away from the stairs—his hands on my shoulders as he guides me—cradling my neck as he dips me backward, floating me back onto Mavren’s lap—his hard cock bobbing against my upper back under the water.
Without being tethered to the ground—my legs begin to float up and away from me—tilting me slightly off balance.
“Ash, Ronan—if you would be so kind?” Teddy prompts, his purr sweet and melodious as he releases my neck.
Deftly, Ash and Ronan sink another step lower in the pool; my arms finding their way around their shoulders as they keep me from rocking over one way or the other on Mavren’s lap—each of them helping my legs apart—hands beneath the hinges of my knees; Ash bowing his head to take one of my stiff nipples in his mouth, eagerly.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” Teddy rumbles, the head of his erection bobbing just above the water’s edge as he guides Lysander on toward me.
“Alright—come here, I’ll show you,” he rasps hungrily, kneeling in the water before my slick pussy—leaving space for Lysander beside him.
I let out a little whining noise as Teddy runs the hot point of his tongue up my slick lips until he finds the tender parting of my pink petals and pushes his eager tongue inside me as far as he can before running the tip up and over the pulsing bud of my clit.
My body shudders as he touches the sensitive place—the rest of my pack groaning low and needy as I writhe under their grip.
Lysander bends his head to taste me—his tongue lapping hungrily at my slick pussy, every once and again pushing against Teddy’s tongue as the two slaver over my trembling cunt.
I can’t help but cry out as the two of them press their lips together—my pulsing clit sending electric shocks through my entire body as their joined mouths create a powerful suction.
“Oh my god!” I wail, feeling Ronan and Ash tighten their grip—my muscles jerking, trying to force my legs closed.
“I’m so tight,” I whine. “Please…” I feel the muscles inside me clutch and ache—begging to be stretched, pushed, filled.
“Like this,” I hear Teddy’s voice, a low growl, then I feel his fingers slip inside me with a wet sucking sound and I let out another moan—Ronan and Ash only adding to the haze of sensation by turning their attentions to my nipples; Mavren leaning down to kiss me, pressing his tongue into my mouth.
I almost jolt off of Mavren’s lap as I feel a second pair of fingers enter me—both Teddy and Lysander’s mouths on my clit once more.
“Oh, god,” I moan again, my legs beginning to shake in Ronan and Ash’s grip—Mavren props me up a little higher to give me a better view of my pack—lavishing their attentions upon me, as I gallop toward orgasm.
“You’re doing great, Lysander—I can tell she’s close.” Ash grins—moving one of his hands below the water to cup my ass cheek—gently twitching with spasms of yet unspent pleasure.
“Fuck, boys…” I whine—my voice shaking with my gentle tremors. “I’m gonna cum,” I manage to gasp out as my body becomes racked with the intensity of my orgasm.
My cunt squeezes at Teddy and Lysander’s fingers curled inside me—their mouths greedily slurping at my flowing slick. I can hear the others breathing hard—holding me as the wave of pleasure washes over me.
It takes me a few moments to come fully back around. When I do, Lysander is looking at me with an almost feverish need.
“Now you’ve had your taste.” I stretch—rising from the water and the hands of my mates to reach for Lysander—Teddy just behind him. “What now, sweet Lysander?”
I’m surprised when his hands splash up and out of the water and clasp my face, bringing my face to his—our noses almost touching.
“I want, no—I need to be inside you,” he whimpers—pressing his cock up against me—his hips rolling into me, grinding his hardness against me with need.
“As you wish.” I kiss him on the mouth, “But this will be easier to do inside.”
I look over my shoulder to the other members of our pack.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
No one has any objections—all six of us making record time drying off and hurrying into the nest.
I lay back against the mountain of pillows we’ve arranged and ask Lysander, “Are you ready?” once all of us have made our way to the sunken mattress.
Around us, Mavren and Ronan have found places next to one another—each giving the other a helping-hand ; Mavren’s dark hand gripped tightly around Ronan’s hard pink cock, Ronan’s alabaster fist like a waxing moon around Mavren’s imposing length.
Ash kneels, knees spread apart—rocking back and forth off of his heels as he continues to stroke himself at pace—his free hand toying with one of his pierced nipples.
“Don’t think too much, just focus on feeling good—making her feel good too,” Teddy coaches Lysander as he grinds his cock, with its dusky purple swollen knot, against the cleft of Lysander’s ass—stroking Lysander’s no-knot monster hard and slow—pre-cum glistening on Lysander’s cock head as Teddy jerks him.
I reach for Lysander as he lurches forward—Teddy helping to guide Lysander’s throbbing erection inside me.
Lysander lets out a guttering gasp as he sinks a few inches deeper, his arms threatening to buckle as his whole upper body wobbles.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and hot,” he groans almost as if he’s in pain—his whole body taught and loaded above me.
“You feel so good inside me, Lysander,” I encourage him, my hands reaching around to cup his muscular ass—one of my hands dallying to stroke Teddy—his cock still bobbing just above Lysander’s suspended glutes.
“Holy shit, Ursula,” he moans—sinking deeper and deeper until I can feel his pubic bone push against my clit, still regaining its full sensitivity after my last orgasm; the head of his cock pressing gently against my cervix.
“You feel so good, so deep,” I moan.
Lysander lifts his hips jerkily—his breath hitching in fits and starts, his body not quite able to find the right rhythm amidst all the overwhelming sensation.
“C’mon bro, let’s fix that stroke game,” Teddy growls—his hands gripping Lysander’s hips from behind.
Pressing his cock into the valley of Lysander’s high, sculpted ass cheeks—his cock head resting atop the cleft of Teddy’s ass at the base of his spine.
Teddy uses his considerable strength to lift Lysander’s hips, serving the dual purpose of pulling nearly the entire length of Lysander’s monster cock from inside me, while grinding Lysander’s ass more firmly against Teddy’s own desperate erection.
As Lysander and I both moan, Teddy rolls his hips down deep—forcing Lysander inside me almost to the hilt—my own cries, loud in my ears as Teddy’s humping forces Lysander to once again bump against my cervix.
“Fuck!” Lysander moans—pinned between me and Teddy.
“Ash, would you mind?” Teddy grunts out, jerking his head.
I don’t understand what Teddy’s asking, but Ash evidently does. He makes his way to the three of us—his fingers moving between our crush of bodies to find my clit; his hand still feverishly pumping away at his own erection.
As soon as Ash begins stroking my clit—I can feel my muscles gripping Lysander’s cock even harder, I practically let out a scream as Teddy drives him to bottom out against my cervix once more.
“Ursula—I’m so close, I’m scared I’m g-gonna,” Lysander pants—his whole body gently trembling as his eyes lock with mine.
“Cum inside me, baby—give me every last drop,” I let out a pitchy whine as Lysander pistons in and out of me—completely under his own rhythm at this point, his thrusts becoming increasingly desperate; Teddy’s moans telling me that he might cum first—if not close behind.
“That’s right Sandy, fill that pretty pink pussy with your cum,” Teddy growls unexpectedly—and I let out a surprised yelp as my pussy pulses—my muscles firing in a ricochet as I cum again.
“Fuuuck!” Lysander barks, his hips slamming into me balls deep one final time as he cums.
I wake to muffled sounds of pleasure, a writhing mass beneath the white sheet within an arm’s reach—Ash still curved behind me like a sliver of white crescent moon, his morning wood hard against my ass—his breath still shallow and even with sleep.
With tentative fingers, I take hold of one corner of the sheet—pulling it away to reveal Lysander and Teddy; mouths tearing at one another—hard cocks together, stroking in a furious frottage—hips rocking in time.
“Fuck!” Lysander hisses, his hips stuttering as our eyes meet over the high peak of Teddy’s shoulder.
Realizing I’ve pulled the sheet away, Teddy’s motions slow—Lysander whining in protest as Teddy does so, flopping onto his back—his massive cock making a wet slapping sound against his flat stomach that makes my pussy pulse and my slick flow.
“Good morning, Princess—I hope you’ll forgive us getting started without you,” he purrs, rolling onto his back beside me.
“And what if I do mind?” I play at disapproval, but I’m already moving slowly on my hands and knees down the bed—crawling into the space made by Teddy and Lysander’s splayed legs.
Teddy reaches his hands behind his head—the very picture of relaxation—as Lysander’s eyes only widen with a wild edge somewhere between anticipation and utter panic.
I take Lysander in my right hand, the girthy, cut monster a tall order for my gag reflex as I bend to take him into my mouth.
“Hey, what about me, Princess?” Teddy pants, his hard cock in his hand, his swollen knot just below his pumping fist.
“You said you wanted to learn—get down here,” I instruct him with mock consternation.
Teddy’s grin twists, and he scrambles down the bed onto his belly beside me.
“Lysander’s so big—you’re going to want to start slow,” I begin—Lysander jamming another pillow beneath his head so he can watch Teddy and I at work.
I run my tongue up the underside of Lysander’s cock, swirling it around his cock head before closing my lips around it and sucking.
Lysander lets out a low moan and I release my suction—fingers still in a tight grip around the base of his cock—holding it upright in front of Teddy’s lips as if to say now you try’
Teddy, a quick study, runs the flat of his tongue up the underside of Lysander’s cock—flicking it across Lysander’s head before closing his mouth around him.
When Teddy releases Lysander from his mouth, I crook my hand around the back of Teddy’s neck—bringing his mouth to mine—Lysander’s throbbing cock between us.
Lysander can’t form full words—but moans what sounds like the word ‘please’ over and over.
We take turns licking him up and down—me sucking Lysander’s head while Teddy plays with his balls.
“The two of you,” Lysander huffs, hardly able to catch his breath against the effort of staying his orgasm. “I can’t…” His hips jerk upward and I take him as deep as I can into my mouth—his head nearly jostling the back of my throat at barely half his length.
“Here—let me.” Teddy lunges for him, taking Lysander as deep as he can.
I see Lysander’s balls convulse—his cock pulsating as he fills Teddy’s mouth with cum. He lays still on the bed as Teddy rolls off him—beating his own cock furiously, his eyes falling on me in desperation.
Before I can move to help him—he’s on me, face down in my pussy—his ass hiked high in the air, his hand milking his own cock.
I work my fingers into Teddy’s hair, bucking my hips into his face as I watch Lysander slowly stir on the pillows behind Teddy.
Teddy moans against my pussy as Lysander slips beneath him—his mouth wrapping around Teddy’s cock as Teddy levers his hips downward—fucking Lysander’s face while he sucks my clit.
“Cumming!” Teddy grunts—pushing his tongue deep inside me as he cums in Lysander’s throat.
All of us roll apart—baffled at how Ash has managed to stay sleeping—but there he is; serene as if he were carved from marble—his cock as rock hard and alabaster white as the rest of him.
“I am so thirsty I’m going to fucking die,” I manage to gasp out.I drag myself out of the sunken nest bed and up onto the carpeted banks of the bedroom, grab my satin robe and toss it over my nakedness to run up the stairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and possibly some additional glasses for the spent Lysander and Teddy, if I’m feeling charitable.
I round the top step and have to clap a hand over my mouth to keep from squealing out loud—Ronan is on his back on the kitchen island—Mavren’s hand furiously stroking Ronan’s hard cock—devoid of its knot in the face of Mavren’s alpha aura, Mavren’s own cock deep in Ronan’s ass as he fucks him.
Catching sight of me, Mavren’s motions slow—his eyes on me, as if waiting for my reaction.
Ronan’s head lols to the side—his eyes burning with a wicked delight.
“Why don’t you join us, Sugar?” he invites me—his words cutting off into a moan as Mavren thrusts slowly inside him.
“You want me to go down on you while he fucks you?” I purr, undoing the ties on my robe.
“Since I don’t have my knot right now—why don’t you just hop on and ride, cowgirl?” Ronan growls low as Mavren gives him the old half-half-whole; pushing inside Ronan all the way up to the swell of his knot.
“Yes please!” I squeal, using a nearby stool—and Mavren’s outstretched hand, to help me up onto the counter.
“Fuck yes, Sugar—that’s it,” Ronan hisses as I mount him—my knees astride his hips, his cock inside me—both his hands on my hips, Mavren’s hands curl up over my shoulders as he and I begin moving against Ronan once more.
We start slow. Mavren stroking Ronan’s prostate with his long, slow strokes—me, riding Ronan’s knotless cock as he does his best not to cry out and wake the still-sleeping Ash.
Our speed begins to increase—my clit singing from the friction as I grind against Ronan’s pubic bone, his cock clutched tight in my trembling muscles.
“I know Lysander gave me a ring,” I whimper between breathy moans over my shoulder, moving my hands over Mavren’s. “But I’m wondering if you could give me a little necklace.” I guide his wide, strong hands up my shoulders guiding the ‘V’ between his thumbs and forefingers to the hollow of my throat.
I feel his grip, firm but still affectionate—my head lolling back as he gives a safe but exhilarating squeeze.
The response is immediate—Mavren slams deep inside Ronan as I lift my hips and drop them—grinding down against him. Everything becomes more intense, more desperate as we increase the speed of our ride from a cantor to a gallop—a hurricane of gasping breaths, slapping and slurping wet sounds.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot!” I hear Teddy’s voice exclaim in a stage whisper from the top of the stairs.
I turn my head to see Teddy and Lysander—both in boxers—hands clamped over their soft cocks as if worried they might stir again.
The look of adulation and desire on their faces is enough to make me cum—screaming and shaking on Ronan’s cock.
The clutch of my pussy muscles sends Ronan arcing off the counter—nearly forcing Mavren out of Ronan’s tight asshole as he cums inside me—Mavren pulling out of Ronan’s asshole just as Ronan lays slack on the counter; Mavren pumping his own load onto my ass as he watches Ronan’s seed drip from my still-pulsing pussy.
“Jesus, Mary, Fuck—that was like some porno shit right there. Are you kidding me!?” Teddy exclaims, stumbling into the kitchen—practically star struck by his fellow pack members.
Lysander trails after—his eyes never leaving me, my pussy leaking Ronan’s cum—Mavren’s cum still in white pools on my tanned ass cheeks.
“Here, let’s get you down off that counter and to a bath or something,” Ronan groans as he makes his way down, smacking a kiss on Mavren’s lips as he rounds the island past him.
“Oh. Don’t you fucking dare!” Ash calls from the top of the stairs—his hard white cock in his fist.
“Y’all didn’t even wake me and then you’re going to tap out?” he scoffs—making his way directly to the counter—my ass still hiked in the air—my head resting on my folded arms as I continue to catch my breath.
Ash leans forward and laps up a bead of Mavren’s cum off my ass.
I watch, as Lysander leans toward Ash and my cum filled pussy—entranced.
“C’mere,” Ash rumbles at Lysander. “If these philistines aren’t going to teach you about this—might as well be me.” He beckons, Lysander leaning in eagerly.
I watch in the reflection of the highly polished refrigerator as Ash laves at the pearly dribbles along the lips of my pussy, leaning back so that Lysander might use his own glossa to lap the opalescent cum oozing from my cunt.
I groan with unexpected pleasure as Ash probes deeper with his tongue—extracting more of Ronan’s seed before passing it to Lysander through a deep, open-mouthed kiss.
“That’s all you get for now, Sandy—I’m using the rest of it as lube,” Ash grunts, pulling me carefully to the edge of the counter by my hips, helping to ease my knees over the stone edge of the kitchen island so that I’m bent over it—my legs dangling.
It doesn’t take Ash long—between all the excitement and the sensitivity of his morning wood—he barely manages a full minute of pounding my pussy before he adds his load to the others; finishing the assault on my weapons grade birth control for the morning.