Chapter Eight
Azuran
Like gravity had forsaken her, she drops to her hands and knees, her eyelids drooping seductively. A plump lower lip disappears under teeth that I want to be marked by. The robe’s plunging neckline frames low, hanging breasts, beaded nipples begging to be kissed.
“Very good.” My hand grazes Vulf’s rear, settling on his balls. I gently smooth one thumb down the middle, rolling and squeezing with no urgency at all. His lower back bows, jutting into my hand, heavy cock swinging. “Do you smell the sweetwater, Wildflower?”
“Mmmm,” Terra moans, almost to our feet. “It smells so good.”
She reaches Vulf’s heels and sits back on her knees, hands wringing in her lap, antlers jutting proudly in the air as she glances between me and my busy hands.
“Indeed.”
With one palm on Vulf’s hip, I reach through his legs and pull back his cock, showing it off with a long, slow stroke. Vulf whines. Terra mimics the sound, leaning forward with her mouth half-open.
“See what a mess he makes?” I tease. Removing my hand, a long trail of Vulf’s clear slick connects us. Bringing my thumb to my mouth, I deliberately allow the string to break just before passing over Terra’s pretty, waiting tongue.
She protests with the pitiful whine of a deerfox cub.
“Delicious,” I groan.
“I want a taste!”
With a chuckle, I pluck my empty wine glass from the cart. With the thick red appendage hanging just above Terra’s mouth between his thighs, I gather all the slick seeping along the shaft and guide it down, repeating this motion until there’s a modestly full glass.
Her eyes track me as I bring the glass to my lips and swallow deeply, draining the glass. Terrra practically hisses at me, her wiggling so out of control I fear she might come on the spot.
“Tsk, tsk. A goddess like you deserves her sweetwater straight from the tap.
" Vulf's shaft is already coated in slick once more.
I set aside the wine glass and tilt him toward her mouth, checking that his hands are still flat on the mirror.
"Lie on your back, Wildflower. Put your antlers through his legs.”
Terra pauses at the mention of her antlers, but she recovers swiftly. She takes instruction almost as well as my Stormcloud. In time, she will learn not to hesitate.
“Perfect. Drink what you can, dear, but be aware, there will be more than you can handle.”
Her eyes narrow. “You don’t know what I can handle.”
There’s that beautiful defiance. I snake one hand around Vulf’s thick thigh to continue stroking him, the other now cupping his knot.
“I hope to find out in time,” I drawl.
“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.
She kisses me back with every ounce of greed I feel in my soul. A burst of sweet, a hint of floral. Divine. The two of them together taste divine.
I wrest my cock from her breasts and stroke, once, twice, until my seed joins the mixture coating her.
Thoroughly marked, she is beyond words, incoherently babbling while drinking from Vulf’s slowing stream. I lick up his shaft, down, swallowing a few gulps of his delicious nectar before returning to her chest for more of their divine combination of flavors.
Vulf’s thighs tremble, his voice hoarse from howling. I detangle from them and retrieve a washrag. When I return, Vulf still has his hands on the mirror like a good little pet, with a writhing mate between his legs.
“Clean her up, my love. For her face,” I pass him the rag. “Use your tongue for the rest. Poor dear, she’s very needy right now.”
He wastes no time, kneeling to scoop her up with one arm, wiping the cum from her face with the rag. He quickly gets to work, making his way to her center. At the first lick of his long, rough tongue against her weeping pussy, she comes undone.
What a spiritual sight.
It isn’t my first time witnessing Terra orgasm. Only the first time it has happened here, in my home, under the blissful tongue of my mate.
Perfection.
“Fu-uu-uuck.” Terra buries her hands in Vulf’s fur and pulls him down for a snuggle, which he provides while carrying her to the bed. Her eyes flutter shut.
“The transformation will exhaust her. Hold her while she sleeps, and then I believe it’s time for a tour."
“Cloud style?” Vulf asks brightly.
I nod. The playful spirit in my big, fluffy beast always enjoys a scenic ride.
“I’ll prepare. Keep her safe.”
“Always.”