Chapter 31
Bellator
Stretching my arms above my head, I try not to move too much.
Rosie is draped across my chest, her mouth parted with an adorable patch of drool forming.
After she saw stars with Steve's tongue, we washed each other, and she fell into a deep sleep on Steve's chest as we lay in bed.
I lay next to them, basking in their proximity.
I am told humans need much more sleep than we do, and after watching her for hours, I agree with Steve's assessment.
I could watch her sleep for days and never tire of it.
At one point she snorted, making some unintelligible words before shouting lamingtons in her sleep.
I will need to ask her what these are and if I should slaughter them.
Perhaps they are her enemy and I can be the one to protect her.
Later on, she flailed her arms once before aggressively rolling off Steve and draping herself across my chest. Her eyes never opened, and other than a sigh of contentment, she remained in a deep sleep.
Her arms move up my chest, palms flat against my skin as she replicates my stretch almost exactly. Lying flat on her belly, her head pops up, heavy-lidded eyes blinking several times before a slow grin spreads across her face.
“I’m glad you’re real,” she smiles.
“I am very real, Soulbound. Would you like me to cut myself so you may see me bleed?”
“What! No. I dreamed I got chased by a possum trying to steal my lamingtons, but I also dreamed I got utterly destroyed in the best way possible by these two orcs.” She licks her lips, propping herself up on her elbows, her teats pressed perfectly against my chest.
“Who are these orcs?” I demand. “I will kill any other who thinks they have a claim on you.”
“You were the orcs,” she laughs, rolling off me to walk behind the bathroom partition, dragging her hand through the material of her dresses hanging from it.
“Where is Steve?" she calls out, finishing her needs before returning to the living space, completely naked still.
The door to the room swings open, Steve’s brow dipped, his lips pursed.
“I could feel your hunger growing and went to fetch a meal. An older imp, she chased me out of the kitchen but I managed to grab these things. Food will only be delivered at the appropriate times, apparently, Orc King be damned.” In the crook of his arms he holds an abundance of dried meats and fresh fruit.
“This will be plenty until the next meal time…” She giggles at Steve, biting down on her bottom lip.
“I was thinking.” Her hips sway as she walks toward my brother.
His eyes hungrily roam her naked body. “Seeing we only have limited time in this room until you’re summoned.
Well, I had a dream. There were these two orcs. ”
“Who were these orcs!” Steve demands.
Laughing, Rosie grabs a fistful of Steve’s shirt, pulling him toward the bed. “Both of you need to stop being so literal with things, at least with me. You were the orcs, you big lug.”
Rosie crawls onto the bed, leaning down and kissing my thigh. I need to make sure I have the time to practice my kissing with her. Her round hips sway in the air, Steve's lips parting at the view before him.
“My name is Steve, not lug,” he grunts, palming himself.
“In my dream, you were on your knees,” she whispers, planting another kiss closer to my very hard cock.
Instantly, as if I had been bitten by a fore beetle, I leap from where I was lying, knees spread, kneeling in front of her.
Her smile is wicked as she stares at my cock, planting the softest of kisses on the tip.
With wide eyes, she looks up at me, licking her lips.
She is a temptress in her approach. Each move of her body made to tease and seduce me, and I never want to break the spell.
“I took you in my mouth, explored you with my tongue.”
“Yes, yes, please. I want that very much.” Looking down, I cup her face, running my fingers through her hair, before grabbing a fistful and lightly tugging it.
“If you are hungry, Soulbound, then I will feed you,” I growl.
Her tongue circles my tip, my shoulders slump forward, and I groan from the relief it feels to have her mouth on me.
Looking over her shoulder, she takes in Steve, who stands watching us mouth agape.
“You were in my dream, too. You were naked.” Steve rips the shirt from his chest, throwing it on the floor in shreds, his pants falling down as he stumbles free of them.
Any other time, it would be comedic how fast he removed his clothes, but I am guilty of the same thing.
When Rosie asks for us, needs us, there is little that would stop me from standing to attention.
“You… you took me from behind,” her voice a little softer as her confidence falters.
“Do you have a preference on what hole?” He asks, rubbing his hands over her thighs and rear, pulling her cheeks apart, clenching his jaw as he looks down at her.
She must look glorious spread open for him from above, the curve of her hips, the fullness of her rear, all leading to a tight knot of deliverance.
Shaking her head at him, Steve and I look at each other.
We’ve both been assigned our roles and intend to carry them out to the best of our abilities.
Rosie gasps as Steve pushes into her. I'm not sure where he has chosen to mate, but I will ensure the other hole is satisfied once he is finished.
With her mouth dropped open, I thrust forward so her lips touch my cock.
She adjusts her position so she rests on her knees and one arm, the other now free to stroke my length as she licks and sucks my tip.
I've not experienced mating like this before.
At the front, it was always a rushed, unattached experience, with a soldier willing to help me ease some of my built-up tension.
My skin did not come alive with each touch, my heart did not call for them.
Steve holds Rosie's hips in place as he thrusts, squelching each time his hips smack against hers.
But despite the hold, her body moves forward as they come together.
Her mouth stretches wider until part of my length nestles comfortably down her throat.
The sounds of her gagging only making my cock harder.
“You look like the brightest sun on the battlefield, Soulbound. Your body was made for mine. Do you feel how stuffed full of cock you are? How close Steve and I are to consuming you completely.”
She inhales through her nose, and I push a little deeper into her throat.
Drool seeps past her lips, her eyes leaking as they flicker shut, a content hum coming from the back of her throat as she chokes me down.
The vibrations cause my balls to tighten.
Her hand working the base of my length, and from the look on Steve's face, we are both not far from covering her in our seed.
I expect to be summoned for the ceremony soon, so we should have sufficient time to rub it into her skin so there is no doubt who she belongs to.
“Brother,” I grunt, pulling his head to mine as we both lean over Rosie, pretty whimpers now coming from her with each movement.
I press his forehead to mine, both looking down at where the only female who could ever hold our souls takes us both so beautifully.
“Thank you for bringing me our bonded. I never thought I could feel such happiness.” He places a hand on the right side of my chest, and I return the gesture as we both silently acknowledge the enhanced bond we share.
Steve’s thrusts become erratic, baring his teeth as he erupts inside her.
Rosie convulses between us as she peaks as well.
I buck my hips once, twice and begin to spill down her throat, pulling out after she has eaten her fill so I can paint the rest of her body in my seed.
As her moans ease, she falls to the side, smiling wide as she tries to catch her breath. The movement causes Steve to slip from inside her, a gush of cum leaving in its wake.
“That was perfect. Way, way, way, better than my dream,” she pants.
Leaning back on my haunches, I lift her arm, scooping some of my seed and begin massaging it into her skin.
Steve joins me, starting with one of her legs.
Her eyes flutter closed and her pants turn into a steady breath as she's pulled into sleep.
Our lives are about to change forever and I want her to be receptive to it all.
The full scope of what's about to happen sinking in as I ensure my bonded is sufficiently marked and ready to stand before all of Imperia as their new Queen.