Chapter Twelve
Azuran
Vulf is a gentle lover. He is a gentle soul, which is one of the infinite reasons I love him.
This wild beast is not my Vulf. This savage wolf pounding into my ass with brutal precision is not my sweet pet.
Every thrust loosens another muscle within my body until I’m boneless and splayed on the velvet chaise. Before me lies the scent of our dream woman’s ripe cunt, while behind me, my mate claims me over and over and over.
“Look at her,” Vulf grounds out between thrusts. I’m too weak to remind him of his place. He threads my hair around his wrist and pulls, forcing my head to tilt. “You did it, Azure. You brought her here. What a blessing.”
Who is this wolf? His pillow talk is discordant with his rough fucking, but it brings a smile to my face. I push backward into his next thrust, swallowing him up to the wide lump of his knot, watching Terra’s fingers swirl over the bud of her clit.
“I see that you want this,” my Wildflower teases. She removes her fingers, licking them clean with a pop. “Beg and I’ll consider it.”
“Please.” There’s no hesitation. “Please, Wildflower, let me lick your perfect cunt. I want to taste you. I have dreamed of this very moment, full of my pet’s cock, your perfect cunt on my tongue. Please allow me this indulgence.”
“What do you think, Wolfie?” She smiled, and no light has ever blessed me more brightly. “Should I let him, even though he invaded my privacy?”
“Please, my love, tell her I am worthy,” I beg, not an ounce of shame in my veins.
“Forgive us, little doe.” Vulf’s fingers weave through my hair, against my scalp, pressing me to the chaise centimeters away from her fragrance, fucking into me without pause. “Please let us touch you.”
She trails her fingers over her slickness, and I nearly lose control. “Very well.”
Vulf’s hands fly to Terra’s thighs, dragging her closer, lifting up and out to open her for me.
I require no further encouragement. I bury my tongue deep into her precious cunt, sucking and humming into her slippery folds.
Vulf’s cock jams deep into my ass and pulses, but I have trained him well, for he doesn’t come, despite favoring this new dominating role.
I, on the other hand, am too far gone. The burst of her flavor on my tongue, like fields of botany this realm hasn’t known in centuries.
The sound of her feminine cries, the way they harmonize with Vulf’s deep, guttural howls.
My balls grow tight. Loath as I am to leave this position, I haven’t been granted permission to release.
“You are so sweet, my Wildflower, perhaps our little Storm would like a chance?”
“O-okay,” she squeaks, hips rolling over nothing, our mistress devolved into a state of desperation. Despite the ache growing in my painfully hard cock, I smirk.
Vulf’s bravado is suddenly absent as well. He whimpers like a pup as we rearrange, slobbering all over himself at the thought of getting a taste. I drop the scene from the mirrors so I can watch us from every angle, and thrust inside Vulf with one fell stroke.
“What a beautiful sight,” I sigh. With my fingers tangled in Vulf’s fur, I hold still. His channel pulses with such insistence, the moment I move will be the end of me. “How does his tongue feel, Wildflower?”
“Ohh, fuck, s-so good!”
Vulf’s ass chokes my cock under her praise. I groan, tightening my grip on his pelt, my hips frozen in place. “Intoxicating, isn’t she, pet?”
“Yes,” he whines. His tail flicks, and I catch it, wrapping it around my hand like a leash. His whole body vibrates with a rumbling purr, a needy warning.
I’m at the end of my rope, but so is he. With the barest flick of my magic, I beckon a reflection from the mirror. It steps into the room, a fully fleshed copy of myself, hungry and willing.
“Wh-what the fuck,” Terra squeals, her eyelids fluttering as she rides Vulf’s face harder. “Finally!”
Gripping Vulf’s tail, I watch his hole suction around me, his balls rubbing against my own as they rise in preparation. I grimace, my suffering control fraying further.
“Have your repentant fools earned permission to cum, Wildflower?”
Her eyes track my reflection. It drops onto hands and knees, sidling below Vulf, my hunger mirrored in its eyes as it watches the shining red cock bob before it.
“Wildflower?” I prompt. Vulf’s tight hole is practically milking me now. I squeeze his tail in warning, and he whines, attempting to relax.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Yes, what?” It’s foolish of me to prolong this torture, but I feel the need to re-establish my dominance, to take control of the setting for what is to come. “Your words, dear.”
“You can cum. Both of you!”
“Thank the fucking elements,” I groan. Finally, I allow myself to move, holding Vulf’s tail out of the way. After two hard pumps, I spill my seed.
Draping over Vulf’s back, I continue with slow strokes despite my sensitive tip. Soon, he’s howling with his release, filling my reflection’s throat with sweet cum.
Terra follows our lead, her body trembling as her scent fills the air.
“Do you want a taste, Wildflower?” I ask, casting a wayward glance at my reflection, which stands without needing a command.
Terra looks between us, still shaking. She nods and opens her pretty mouth. Such a sweet, obedient changeling.
The reflection crawls onto the chaise and parts its lips. A stream of Vulf’s cum drips onto her waiting tongue. She swirls it around, mouth open to give us a show, her hips dancing again.
“How does it taste?” I ask.