Many Reflections of a Storm (K!nktober)

Chapter One

Azuran

The woman’s moans fill my bedroom from every angle. No matter where I look, my vision is full of her as her pink pussy lips stretch around a human dick. Although it’s half the size of mine, her cunt clings to every thrust like it’s starved for attention. I happen to know it is not.

“Lurker, you must take some fucking initiative,” I scold the shadowy figure at the edge of the mirror’s reach. He’s been watching for a while now, and the woman clearly needs a cock in her ass. Yet he does nothing. If I were there…

The thought alone has my head drooping back, only to watch the same magnificent scene playing out on the ceiling. “I don’t want to cum until she has no holes left to fill.”

“Azuran, please, I can’t!” Vulf pleads.

He’s lounging further down the circular chaise, with tension straining every muscle of his werewolf form.

Long, fur-covered limbs wrap around my calves, claws digging into my flesh, his lubricated cock bobbing in and out of view between restless thighs.

Blue eyes with a depth that challenges the ocean drop to where I toy with myself.

“Settle, my sweet storm.” I chuckle, meeting my pet’s gaze and gripping my throbbing cock, letting my thumb softly graze the raised patterns that swirl along the shaft. “I didn’t say I would refuse your mouth. Patience.”

Vulf whimpers. A wide tongue flops from his mandible to wet his nose, another whine slipping out. He knows better than to approach without being beckoned, but I can sense how badly he wants to.

“Azure…”

Vulf’s wide gaze drifts over my shoulder, locked on whatever he finds there. One glance at the mirror and I’m fucking done for.

Terra’s full tits bounce to the thrusts of a new male. He’s settled between the legs of the man before him, who is still thrusting into Terra from below. The sack of each man slaps against the other as they roughly fuck her tight holes, drawing guttural sounds from our sweet girl.

Zephyr above, she is perfect.

“She’s stuffed now, Azure. Please!”

I chuckle but am unable to tear my gaze from the mirrors. Precum gathers at my slit, and I feel Vulf’s tongue flick out, tasting the air.

“Patience, little storm. There is a hole yet to fill.” Because these human men know nothing about pleasing a goddess like her.

My hands ache to feel the heavy weight of her breasts, to pinch her cute nipple until it beads between my fingertips.

My palms tingle with the imaginary sting caused by smacking her plump ass, and the need to grip handfuls and pull her apart at the seam while Vulf stuffs her full of his knot.

I clench my fist, strangling my cock and earning a whimper from the wolf crumpled over my legs like a blanket.

Terra isn’t ours to lick and tease. She’s a random human living a realm away who we’re smitten with.

We fantasize about her becoming as much a part of our relationship as my own reflection. But she is not ours.

Sparing a glance at my sweet storm, I almost cave and allow him to start early, but I decide against it.

Bending the rules once would open the door to future misbehavior, and while I love Vulf, he requires a firm hand.

Knowing someone is in control, that I can handle whatever he casts into the wind, is important for him.

Thus, I must stand my ground, even when it results in my suffering.

A man emerges from the shadowy recess of the room and navigates through the fuckfest with precision, stopping in front of Terra, his boring human dick glistening with the slick of another woman.

Like the good girl we know her to be, Terra opens wide.

The man fists her hair and tugs. Her moan is cut off by his average dick slamming straight to the back of her throat, eliciting a delicious gag that makes my balls tighten with urgency.

“Now, Azuran? Please?”

Terra worships the human’s cock with her perfect lips, bobbing her head in time with the two men slamming into her from behind. I wonder how she might worship a god’s cock, how reverent her cries would be.

The man fisting Terra’s hair grunts. She gleefully doubles her efforts, massaging his balls and amplifying her sounds. Vulf whimpers, then howls, long tongue lapping the air around my cock so close it flings saliva on my thigh.

“Poor puppy. Go ahead, then. Help yourself.” With only my thumb, I point my cock toward him, a satisfied sigh slipping free when my mate’s mouth sheathes me, his snout nudging my navel.

With the view of the mirrors surrounding us and his hot mouth working its magic, I slip into the familiar daydream that Terra is watching us right back.

Her gaze snaps to the mirror, meeting mine in an eerie stroke of luck.

Terra is beautiful when she lets go. This woman deserves everything, the world, the moon, the stars.

How I wish to present them to her on a crystal platter.

She cannot see me. Can’t sense my presence.

I pretend she can, and loose a torrent of cum down Vulf's throat as her orgasm unfolds, our eyes locked in an impossible embrace.

I fist Vulf’s mane as I give him all I have, the sound of his eager swallows heightening my bliss.

Spent but unsatisfied, I tear Vulf from my lap. “Come. I need to taste your sweet seed, Stormcloud.”

Obedient as ever, Vulf climbs the chaise and places his hands on the wall behind me. With my neck supported by a pillow and Vulf’s powerful arms framing the ceiling, I lick my lips.

“Good boy.”

Vulf’s pelvis reacts, spearing toward me, red cock kissing my lips and leaving a sticky trail. Normally, I might reprimand him, but he is so adorable this way, I take pity.

With my hands spread to either side of his shaft, far from his pretty cock, I take the tip into my mouth.

“Mmmmm.” I suck lightly, rewarded with a gush of honeyed slick.

“Azure, please, don’t play with me, I can’t—ooohh,” Vulf whimpers.

I chuckle as another sip of sweetness bursts along my tongue. My Storm is fun to play with. Whether I milk or tease him, he always squirms and tastes divine.

Vulf breaks our stare to glance at the mirror and cries out, forcing me to swallow a load so large I struggle to keep up.

Curious what dissolved his control, I look to the ceiling. Terra is lying on her back, a man beneath her, and another between her widely stretched legs. Her pussy is pink and open, begging for attention while both men batter her bottom hole.

With a grunt, I spill all over my stomach.