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TIGER
I’m not too sure what I’m saying, but I know Ezla’s loving the stream of consciousness spilling from my mouth as her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock before teasing the ridge separating it from my shaft.
“Ezzyyy,” I groan, and I’ll probably lose my eyeballs somewhere in my brain with the way they’re rolling all over the back of it.
I let out a strangled sound as she’s jolted with force and her teeth scrape my sensitive skin.
Somehow locating my eyes, pictures come back into focus to show me Cooper buried inside our Bonded, Tate and Scotty shifted back just enough to give him room without giving up their close positions to her.
He and Ezla let out ragged groans, and I moan enthusiastically, flaming tingles tickling me all over as the vibrations travel through the hard length of me from my Bonded’s warm mouth.
With his hands sinking into the mattress either side of her torso, Cooper starts thrusting almost immediately, setting a steady rhythm, each pump of his hips fast and purposeful.
Moaning around me again in time with his rougher noises, Ezla sucks on me unforgivingly like she’s trying to drag the cum from my body so she can swallow me all down right away, and I hear a similar but deeper sound from Scotty on my right as her hand starts to stroke him off in time with Cooper’s movements.
Her other hand comes up to a brilliant-red Alby, his mega-sized hazel eyes tracking its approach before a choked sound leaves him on contact.
“E-Ezla,” he whimpers, and another round of pleasure as Ez’s tongue works over me, the pressure and texture phenomenal, has his quivering form blurring before me.
That wet warmth suddenly—and very tragically—leaves me, and I almost wail my heart out. I try to tamp it down, which results in a pathetic whine leaving me instead.
Ezla’s cruel voice of velvet and sin scolds with a mocking lilt, “Do not be selfish, Puppy. Does my shy boy not deserve some love too?”
“He does,” I throw out quickly through a hitched breath when I see Ezla’s head levelled with Alby’s groin through those pleasure-hazed goggles on me. “You do, Bestie!” My voice is strangled this time as I attempt to assure the two of them while DN’s hand leaves him and seizes my cock again.
Cooper’s next forceful thrust into her has her own breath catching before she takes Alby in, and the latter lets out a loud mewl in time with the choked noise that gets stuck halfway up my throat as her grip crushes my swollen flesh.
“You’re so good to us, Love,” Scotty rasps, his hand that’s not covering hers on his cock coming to rest on top of her head, the appendage trembling.
Throwing out an agreement I can only hope is coherent as Ezla’s merciless strokes up and down the length of me have me babbling again, I thrust my pelvis unevenly into her hand.
She doesn’t tell me not to, and I know she’s enjoying how messily desperate I am for her despite the warning squeeze of her fist.
Tate’s deep groan rumbles through the sex-drenched air, and I peek at him briefly to see his head shoved in the space between Cooper’s and Ezla’s bodies, a train of hungry sounds leaving him as he feasts on her already-bruised breast like a wild animal, his left hand having the time of its life groping her other one.
Fucking delicious, my Havoc, he sends down the bond in a wave of overpowering lust and burning, consuming love.
Cooper doesn’t falter for a moment, and as Ezla hums around Alby, pulling more whimpered and moaned sounds of euphoria from him, he pants out through the hammering of his hips as he picks up speed, “Cum all over me, Vengeance. I know you’re close.”
Without responding, she switches back to me, and I cry out her name as her mouth envelopes my cock once more, her hand making its way back to Alby.
Her breaths are harsh through her nose as her head bobs on me with more vigour this time, and my hand smacks into Scotty’s on its frantic journey to find a grip on her head, my other slamming into the rich headboard for stability as the fire in me grows and grows, threatening to swallow me whole any moment now.
“G-gonna cum,” I moan, head tipping back to the glossy black ceiling illuminated by the sparsely placed Avri strips around the bedroom.
“I’m so close. So, so close. Please don’t stop, Ezzy.
” And when my heavy eyes manage to push past the fuzzy vision and focus on the sight reflected back at me in the taalk up there, Ezzy being pounded into by Cooper as she jerks off Scotty and Alby while she swallows me down her throat, Tate rutting against her side without pause as he chases his own release, I lose it.
“Ezzy!” Convulsing, my clammy hand tightens in her glossy chestnut strands as that heat in me reaches impossible heights, explosions going off inside of me, outside of me, all over the place.
Through it all, I manage to keep my eyes on that sight above me of Ezla being worshipped, of her worshipping me, and I catch every other heavy gaze following mine to see the sight of us too before they’re thrown right off the edge of that cliff with me.
Curses, grunts, loud groans, and Ez’s muffled moan around me fill my ears, Cooper’s hips stuttering as he spills inside of her. “Shit. Shit, Vengeance. Good girl—milk my cum from me.”
Tate loses it with his new and improved chant of, “Ours, ours, ours, ours,” as he keeps moving against her side, and Scotty lets out a hoarse cry, the veins under his skin popping as he reinforces his grip on Ezla’s head as I did.
My bestie’s simply a whimpering and writhing mess, mouth gaping as he deals with his own climax.
I have to close my eyes to process all the sensations rushing through me, the pleasure tearing me apart and flipping my organs all over the place.
And my orgasm lasts forever and ever until I feel like I might die as Ezzy just keeps sucking me down her throat, moaning around me as she happily swallows my cum in that way of hers that suggests she could live off of me and my brothers.
When I come back down to earth and Ezla releases me in a slow glide of her tongue that has my far-too-sensitive body attempting to power up again, I flop backwards into the pile of silk pillows, unable to hold my weakened limbs up.
“Oh my god, Ezzy. My . . . my empress,” I moan, delighted as I feel her unconcealed glee through the bond. Oh, she loves when I call her that.
“I cannot wait for that to be my true title,” she hums as Alby, Scotty, Tate, and Cooper all collapse in a heap around her too—or on top of her in the case of her last-mentioned Bond.
Said Bond speaks into her chest as he tries to catch his breath. “That’s what you want? You like that title?”
“Mhm, I do.” Ez brings a hand to the back of his head, the already-deep-brown strands of his hair darkened by sweat. Lazily stroking that head, she tells us, “I will rule the world.”
“Y-you will?” Alby asks a little nervously.
“I will,” she confirms. “I will rule it with you by my side.”
“And how will you do that, Love?” Scotty murmurs, the hand that dropped with his collapse returning to her head.
He asks that in a gentle tone but also as if he’s mildly—or more than mildly—concerned that she’s planning to turn everything to dust and make a regular routine of slashing into each living thing she passes by and he’s not too sure he’d be able to stop her, whether that be because she’s still much more skilled than us despite our training or, more likely, the love for her we all have that knows no bounds and demands we give her whatever she wants.
Ezla’s silent for a few moments, and I’m wondering if she’s hiding her thoughts and plotting a killing spree for herself—and possibly Tate since she’ll know he’ll happily come along whatever—when she reveals what’s truly on her mind: “I will . . . We will stay here, in Techtis, but we will change things. Change everything. We will keep the Games, but I will abolish the current workings of things: I will update the serums so no one will truly die. Players will not be generated; there will be no more training schools or any forced entry surrounding the event—it will be voluntary application. The Bonding Games will be an operation no longer.”
Pausing for a moment, she seems to collect more thoughts as we all focus on her intently, hope rising and rising within me as I picture the world she’s building for us.
“The new schools will all mirror Neutral schools with their curriculum, but some of the buildings will be kept for those who wish to train for the Games. No one aged below eighteen may be allowed to use these, nor will they be allowed to play The Bonding Games. I must think more on Avri and everything it is linked to, including identification chips and their tracking ability, as the energy is always a complicated subject, but the weapons will continue to be available for use only during the Games, in training, and by the Bonded, with the same law for the last mentioned ensuring they may only be used on another person in self-defence, which I will be sure to reinforce.”
Her hand not on the back of Cooper’s head has moved to Tate’s face, and he makes a gruff sound in the back of his throat, evidently ecstatic as her finger glides over the silver hoop at the arch of his thick eyebrow.
She continues while he watches her with an enraptured expression, “We will be the new Techtis Council, but you will not have to work unless you want to. You have been through enough.”
Scotty’s thumb brushes over her cheek, the milky-olive skin rosy from our time together. “So have you, Ezla, Love,” he says softly.
Flicking her eyes to him, she hums absently. “I am not planning to work all the time, simply make the major decisions to better this place for you. I will not have my Bonds unhappy.”