Chapter 8 Brynn
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A few days after, I mewled together with a chorus of grunts and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
Nim and Sim were tag teaming me, their bodies moving in sync as if they shared a single mind.
Nim filled me from behind, his hands gripping my hips with a firmness that bordered on painful.
Sim was in front, his eyes locked onto mine, thrusting into me with a steady rhythm that had me mewling like a cat in heat.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had my nerves singing.
I could feel every inch of them, their cocks moving in tandem, separated only by a thin wall of flesh.
The pressure built, a coil winding tighter and tighter in my core, until it snapped.
I came with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Nim and Sim grunted in unison, their bodies tensing as they found their own release.
Heat flooded me, their come gushing out of my ass and pussy, mixing with my own juices to drip onto the shallow hot spring of the cave.
We were all panting, our bodies slick with sweat and glistening in the dim light filtering through the top part of the cave.
We were under Orange Mountain, on our way to a hidden tunnel that will let us travel faster to Orange Lake incognito.
Coone was passed out nearby, his body sprawled on a rock ledge above the small pool of water we’d found refuge in. His tail twitched occasionally, the only sign of life aside from the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Sim was the first to speak, his voice a low growl as he pulled out of me. “I can still smell Roqs on you,” he complained, his golden eyes flashing with irritation. “We’ve been marinating you in our cum for two days, and still, his scent lingers.”
I giggled, a sound that echoed through the cave and drew a glare from Sim. “My lips are sealed,” I said, tracing a finger over my mouth. I wasn’t about to tell them what Roqs and I had gotten up to, not when it would only cause more tension.
My mind flicked back to Roqs, to the way his body had shifted, growing larger, more beast-like.
He’d been almost halfway to his beast form, his eyes glowing like molten gold, his cock.
.. I shivered at the memory, my body clenching around nothing.
That was a secret I’d keep to myself, at least for now.
The twinsies and Coone wouldn’t take kindly to knowing just how far Roqs had pushed the boundaries of his beast.
I stretched, my body aching in all the right places, and reached for them again. I lay there, limbs entwined with Nim and Sim, their scents mingling with mine. I couldn’t help but ask, “What do I smell like? I can smell all of you - Roqs, you, Coone...”
Nim’s nose brushed against my neck, inhaling deeply. “Roqs smells like a Zephyrtine bloom. It’s a flower that only grows deep under the mines of the Silver Tribe.”
I propped myself up on an elbow, eyebrows raised. “Roqs smells like a flower?” I couldn’t help but giggle and imagine small dainty flowers blooming on top of Roqs’ head.
Nim and Sim snorted in unison, a sound that echoed through the cave.
Sim traced a pattern on my thigh as he explained, “It’s not just any flower.
When crushed, the Zephyrtine bloom is deadly.
Its scent and touch can poison you. Many of the Silver Tribe’s enemies surrender or flee at the first whiff. ”
Nim nodded, his fingers idly playing with a strand of my hair. “Either that, or when they hear the roar of the Silver Beast. That’s why the Silver Tribe has never been conquered, despite being smaller than the Purple and Blue Tribes.”
I tried to imagine Roqs as a flower, deadly or not, and failed. “So, Roqs and Zirc... they were feared even back then?”
Sim chuckled, a sound that held a note of nostalgia. “Oh, yes. Parents would use their names to make children go to sleep early. ‘Roqs and Zirc are coming, better hide under your furs,’ they’d say.”
Nim smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Of course, only Sim and I knew that 75% of the time, Roqs and Zirc were actually fucking rather than guarding the territory.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised they’re having sex to scent mark their territory,” Sim added.
I laughed, the sound bouncing off the cave walls.
The image of Roqs and Zirc, fierce warriors and lovers, was vivid in my mind.
Unbidden, my mind thought of little Roqs and Zirc running around as little ferocious beasts.
I squeezed my thighs again. These pregnancy hormones are a killer.
Either that, or the pheromones of my mates were driving me insane to produce more babies.
I shifted, leaning towards Sim and crossing my arm around his. Their small fur was damp with sweat, glistening under the faint light coming from the spring.
“So, how did you know?” I asked, tilting my head to the side at Nim. “How did you know Roqs and Zirc were mostly... you know, fucking?”
Nim chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s how we first met them,” he said. “Instead of being repelled by the smell of Roqs, we were intrigued. It was... different.”
Sim nodded, his golden eyes reflecting the dim light. “We were on a diplomatic mission from our alpha fathers to meet with the Silver Tribe alphas. Roqs’ parents were the alphas then. Now they are acting as advisors.”
“So, you just... what? Walked up to them and said, ‘Hey, you smell interesting’?” I teased, grinning at the thought.
Nim laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. “Not quite. We fought first, beat each other up a bit. Then, well, one thing led to another.”
Sim smirked. “We ended up fucking each other, of course. It’s how friendships are forged among our kind.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Friendships, huh?”
Sim shrugged. “Friendships, alliances, mate bonds. It’s all intertwined for us.”
Nim nodded in agreement. “We’ve been friends with Roqs and Zirc ever since. And sometimes lovers, when our paths cross.”
Sim looked at me, his eyes softening. “It must be fate, you know. The reason we weren’t repelled by Roqs and Zirc was because our beasts knew. They knew we would share a mate one day.”
I felt a warmth spread through me at his words. It was a comforting thought, a way to make sense of the chaos that had become my life. I was about to respond when a groan echoed through the cave. Coone stirred on the rock ledge above us, his tail twitching as he woke up.
He lifted his nose, sniffing the air. “It’s still not enough,” he grumbled, his voice rough with sleep. “Roqs’ smell is still strong on you, Brynn.”
I sighed, looking down at my body as if I could see the scent clinging to my skin. “Really? Even after... all this?” I gestured vaguely at all three of them.
Coone nodded, stretching languidly. “It’ll take another full day, and a few more stops at hot springs along the way, to get rid of that strong scent. By then, Clitasoxdfwe’h and Xy will be able to travel with us without having all their hackles up. They’ll guard us better that way.”
I groaned at the thought of more travel, more sex, more everything. But Coone was already moving, gathering our scattered belongings.
“I predict we can catch up with Roqs at our rendezvous point before midnight,” he said, his voice echoing slightly in the cave. “I got all the information I needed from my contacts on the way here.”
Before we could go, Sim spoke up, his voice thoughtful.
“Any ideas on how to speed up this scent-marking process?” he asked, looking at each of us in turn.
Nim grunted, his brows furrowing in thought. “For this one day, each of us will carry her with our cock inside her as we travel,” he said, his matter-of-fact tone sending a jolt through me. Did he just use his military critical thinking skills to come up with that plan?
I blinked, pushing myself up against Sim. “That’s a bit... extreme, isn’t it?” I said, my voice echoing slightly in the cave.
Coone smirked from his perch on the rock ledge above us.
With a fluid grace, he dropped down, landing softly on the shallow waters.
He stalked towards me, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
Before I could react, he pushed two fingers into me, his touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.
I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Your pussy disagrees with you, Brynn,” he murmured, a playful grin on his face. “It would love to have a cock all the time.”
I snorted, laughter bubbling up from my chest. The absurdity of the situation, the raw pleasure of it, had me grinning like an idiot.
For a moment, all my worries about Zirc and Roqs faded into the background.
Inside me, I swore I could feel a flutter of happiness from my baby.
I knew it was probably just my imagination, but it made me smile nonetheless.
Sim and Nim chuckled, their voices blending with mine.
“Before we go, I have a request,” Coone said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. He looked at Nim and Sim. “Hold her steady for me.”
Before I could ask what he meant, Nim and Sim moved to my sides, their hands gripping my shoulders and hips firmly. Coone climbed back up onto the rock ledge, his body towering over us. I watched, mesmerized, as he began to stroke his cock, his hand moving fast and hard.
His eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t look away. A few pumps later, he grunted, his body tensing. I blinked as spurt after spurt of hot cum landed on my face, my cheeks, my breasts. I gasped, surprised, but not disgusted.
Nim and Sim wasted no time. They began to spread Coone’s cum over my body like lotion, their hands rubbing it into my skin. I should have felt icky about it, but instead, I preened. It felt like I was wearing their eau de cum cologne, marked by them in the most primal way.
Once they finished, we gathered our things. Coone tossed me his shirt. I slipped it over my head, not bothering with anything else. The cave tunnels felt private, secluded, and I was comfortable traveling this way.
Coone stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. “I’ll carry her first,” he said. “I’ll be leaving tonight, so it’s only fair.”
Nim rolled his eyes, but Sim just smirked, reaching out to pump Coone’s cock a few times until it was hard again. Before I could process what was happening, Coone lifted me up, my legs automatically clamping around his waist. Sim guided Coone into me, his cock filling me completely.
I moaned, my body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. Coone gripped my thighs, lifting me up a little the way he wanted and settling me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on tightly.
And then we were off, moving through the cave tunnels with a steady, rhythmic pace.
Each step sent a jolt of pleasure through me, the sensation of Coone’s cock moving inside me overwhelming in its intensity.
I could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein.
It was a distraction, a pleasure, a torment, all rolled into one.
Sim thought it was a fun idea to make it a game.
He’ll be the last to hold me, and will make sure to make her cum the most number of times in our journey.
I sighed, exasperated. My hussy self was on cloud nine.
Coone stood before me, his golden-brown eyes serious. “It’s time for me to leave, Brynn.”
I felt a sob rise in my throat, tears welling up in my eyes. “No, Coone, please don’t go,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. The thought of him leaving filled me with a sudden, inexplicable dread.
Nim and Sim exchanged worried glances, their grip on me tightening. “Brynn, what’s wrong?” Nim asked, his voice laced with concern.
I shook my head, trying to find the words. “I’m not sick,” I managed to say, sniffing back tears. “It’s just... It’s a side effect of being pregnant. For humans, I mean.”
The three of them looked at each other, panic flashing across their faces. I couldn’t help but laugh, a watery sound that echoed through the cave. “It’s normal, I promise,” I said, wiping away my tears.
Coone hesitated, his tail flicking back and forth. “I don’t want to leave you like this,” he said, his voice soft.
I reached up, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft, his fur tickling my cheek. “I’ll be okay,” I whispered against his mouth. “We need you to go, to meet with Roqs and Zirc.”
Coone snorted, a grin spreading across his face. “The only reason I’m leaving is to witness the epic showdown of Roqs telling Zirc that he found his manastian mate,” he said, laughter in his voice.
I laughed with him, the sound bouncing off the cave walls. “If it’s possible, make sure you record it so I can watch it later,” I said, grinning at the thought.
Coone chuckled, giving me one last kiss before pulling away. “Deal,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. And then he was gone, disappearing into the shadows of the cave.
Nim and Sim carried me the rest of the way, their arms strong and steady around me.
They didn’t carry me all the way on their cocks this time, but the memory of it lingered, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
Sometimes, I walked beside them, my feet splashing in the shallow pools of water.
Other times, I washed myself. And then I’d cry, tears streaming down my face, because I didn’t smell like them.
I didn’t smell like my mates. I wished my foster mother was here even though she didn’t have a child of her own.
I knew she would help me navigate all these new emotions I’m feeling.
When I cried, Nim and Sim would growl, their eyes flashing with possessiveness.
They’d pull me into the water, their hands roaming over my body, their cocks filling me, marking me with their scent.
This process of walking, bathing, fucking, repeated, over and over, until on the second day, Nim and Sim finally nodded in satisfaction.
“You smell like us now,” Nim said, his voice a low rumble. “Not Roqs.”
I sighed, leaning back against Sim’s chest. “Finally,” I murmured, exhaustion tugging at the edges of my mind.
Suddenly, Clitasoxdfwe’h and Xy materialized out of thin air, their forms shimmering into existence before my eyes. I gasped, surprise jolting through me. Nim and Sim growled, their bodies tensing, but the newcomers remained still, their expressions neutral.
Sim took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling steadily. “I apologize for our reaction,” he said, his voice calm. “It’s safe to travel now. We can enact the next phase of our plan.”
Clitasoxdfwe’h and Xy nodded, their eyes flicking to me briefly before focusing back on Sim. “Understood,” Clitasoxdfwe’h said, his voice crisp and efficient. “We’re ready to infiltrate the Prison Tunnels when you are.”