Chapter 20
Twenty
Bree
Wow.
I watch in amazement as Jack fucks Mangelli, his abs flexing with every thrust of his hips.
The tawny satyr moans in pleasure, gripping the blankets with his fingers curled like claws.
Bennett sits beside me, flaccid after he let off in Mangelli’s mouth.
He curls his arm around me and nuzzles my cheek like we’re not witnesses to an incredible show.
He probably sees this happen all the time.
Mangelli cries out and lurches forward as Jack slams into him, and his cock jerks as he spills out onto the bed. Jack groans behind him, taking him harder, faster, until he’s meeting his own climax and roaring it out to the world.
Carefully, Jack pulls himself out, then kisses Mangelli on the head between his curly ram’s horns.
Mangelli collapses to the bed as Jack withdraws a roll of toilet paper from the bedside table and cleans them both up in a way I find sweet and tender.
Jack runs a hand down his lover’s back, then gets to his feet and heads to the bathroom.
Mangelli rolls onto his side, his eyes glazed with sex and a happy smile on his face. Bennett climbs into the bed and pulls Mangelli into his arms. For a moment, I feel like an intruder in this space, until Jack returns and hugs me from behind.
“I’d like to hold you tonight,” he murmurs in my ear. I nod agreeably and we join the others in the huge bed. There, I end up wedged between Jack and Bennett, with Jack spooning me from behind.
It’s easy to fall asleep bundled up together.
The next few weeks pass in much the same way.
It sucks losing so much time streaming, and I’d miss the income a lot more if I didn’t have savings.
But the rest and relaxation is welcome, too.
I catch up on admin and craft some new marketing content.
During the day, I keep myself busy, and nights when I’m not with Jack, Bennett, and Mangelli, I watch a movie or hang out with friends.
On the evenings I’m with the satyrs, though…
all bets are off. Sometimes Bennett and Mangelli will simply lie next to me, touching me, exploring me, while Jack watches them and strokes himself.
He always wants to fuck one of his husbands after eating me out.
The other night, watching them got me going so fiercely, I pushed Mangelli down to the bed and sucked his cock until he let off in my mouth.
He groaned how badly he wanted to be inside me, and I wanted nothing more.
So the time drags, despite how happy I am to be exploring this new relationship. Until finally, I’m off probation.
I’m free.
The day six weeks is up, we don’t mess with fancy dinners or date nights. We have one plan, and it starts with takeout.
“Don’t eat too much, anyone,” Jack says in his bossy voice. “We can always take a break and snack later.”
He turns to me, and his brown eyes with the square pupils burrow into mine.
I can feel in my marrow how much I want to finally get the chance to do this with him, to show him what he’s come to mean to me.
His heart is vast, and it’s opened up to me slowly these last few weeks like a flower blooming.
He had his trust broken, a trust that’s hard-earned. But I’m slowly getting there, I think.
This feels like the right next step for us. I want to know him even better, even more intimately. To show him he can trust me, if he wants.
Mangelli is the one who leaps to his feet. “Please,” he says to Jack, approaching me from behind. “Can I go first this time?”
Instead of answering, Jack nods at me. “What do you want, Bree?”
He’s going to put me on the spot like this? Rude.
“What about in order of age?” I ask. I know Bennett had his thirty-fourth birthday last week, but Jack and Mangelli are a mystery to me.
Mangelli snickers. “A-ha! That puts me first. I’m the youngest.” He slings his arm around my shoulders. “Twenty-nine.”
“I’m thirty-two,” says Jack. “Bennett’s the oldest.”
Somehow I expected the oldest to be Jack, but with Bennett’s relaxed energy, this also doesn’t surprise me.
Bennett nods. “I’ll go last.” He leans in close to me, breathing against the shell of my ear as he brushes some of my hair out of the way. “Then I can fuck you good and hard, and maybe it’ll give me the best shot at getting you pregnant.”
Mangelli hoots like he just threw down the gauntlet. Jack simply crosses his arms and smiles.
We barely make it to the bedroom before Mangelli wraps his arms around my middle and carries me to the bed, tossing me onto it.
He crawls on top of me, bracketing me with his arms, and nuzzles my nose with his.
I giggle at the tickle of his fur on my face.
His hand travels up my body, over my breasts, but he stops and lets out a huff of annoyance.
“Too many clothes.”
He strips me fast, tossing my shirt and shorts away before dispensing with his own. Jack and Bennett both watch from the other end of the bed, Bennett leaning back in Jack’s lap.
I should definitely stream this next time. But I wanted privacy with Jack before even introducing the idea to him.
Mangelli wastes no time getting his hands on me, squeezing my tits, playing with my nipples, sucking them in between his lips. He lowers himself so his cock leaks against my thigh, his furry haunches spread around my legs as he pins me to the bed.
“Can’t wait to put a fawn in you again,” he murmurs between nipping and licking my breasts. “You’ll feed it real good with these, won’t you?”
We haven’t talked about what comes after the baby yet, and now is not the time to hash that out. Though… I like the idea that I could be the one who feeds it. I’ve always wondered what that would be like.
“Yeah, these will get big and heavy,” Mangelli goes on as he pushes my tits together. “All full of milk, right?”
That revs my engine. Now I just want him to fuck me already, but I can tell he has other plans.
“Spread those legs.” He licks his chops as he kisses his way down my body, and I open my thighs for him. Sliding a hand under my ass, he wastes no time before diving in, sucking on my clit, licking up and down my pussy, showering me with attention every which way.
Hot damn. For someone who’s never given a woman head before me, he’s good at it.
He attacks with relentless abandon, and I’m already whining and whimpering when he finally brings a finger to my wet entrance.
It takes a moment for it to slip in, as celibate as I’ve been these last two months, and fuck, does it feel good.
That’s when Mangelli really goes to town. He strokes that finger in and out in a steady rhythm as he devours my clit. Then the single finger is joined by two, and I’m starting to crack apart.
“Soak my hand,” he grunts between licks.
I don’t think I have a choice. I cry out when he wrenches it from me, that sparkling orgasm, and I definitely feel myself gush a little.
Mangelli raises his head, his lips soaked, and grins.
“Should I get another one out of her, guys?” he calls to Bennett and Jack.
“For safety,” Bennett says. “One more.”
I’m going to lose my mind.
This time, Mangelli is even more relentless, teasing and fucking me with his fingers, spreading me open for him. I’m so ready for his dick that I can barely contain it, but then the dam bursts again and I’m clinging onto his horns for dear life.
“There we are,” Mangelli says, getting up to sit on his haunches. He palms his cock, eyeing me up and down.
“I need you right now, Mangelli.” I reach for him, and he agreeably crawls his way up so he’s crouched over me.
“Why do you still call me that?” he asks. “My last name.”
I blink at him. “Because that’s how you introduced yourself at the studio?” I’m getting impatient, but he just tilts his head.
“You can call me Arthur, you know. Since I’m about to put a fawn in you and everything.”
“Oh, okay.” I bite my lip. “Arthur.”
It feels strange rolling off my tongue, like it’s too intimate of a thing, something he shares with just his husbands. But he appears infinitely pleased by it as he smirks and licks his blunt teeth. He looks like he wants to eat me whole.
“Yes, say it again,” Mangelli—no, Arthur—commands me. “Say my name, Bree.”
“Arthur.”
He groans above me as he grinds his cock against my belly. Then he drags it down, staring down fiercely into my eyes, and teases me with the soft head.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, rubbing it over my clit before sliding down to my opening, then back again.
“Yes!” I hook my legs over his hips and try to pull him closer. Arthur snickers again as he continues teasing me. “Fuck me already, Arthur.”
Bennett crows at that, and even Jack barks a laugh.
“Give the lady what she wants,” Bennett calls to us.
Arthur positions himself right at my entrance. “I suppose I should.” With a grunt, he pushes through the outer layers, and then slides inside me.
It’s exactly what I needed. Just a taste of him, that bulbous cockhead spreading me open, is what I’ve been craving for weeks now. I grip Arthur’s arms as he only gives me the tip, when I want far more than that.
“What?” he asks at my annoyed expression as he pumps only the head in and out. “You want more?”
He’s got me right where he wants me and he knows it. Arthur grins even wider as he gives me another fraction of an inch before pulling back, taunting me, asking me to beg.
Jerk. He’s not the one who’s been waiting for the last six weeks.
“Yes, I want more.” I lift my hips and try to bring him in deeper, but my satyr is intent on playing with his meal. He gifts me another fraction of an inch, then pulls back again, and I can’t stop a pathetic whimper from escaping me.
“Aww,” Arthur says, pausing to cup my cheek. “You need to get fucked, do you?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Well, sorry.” He slides in deeper and pauses there. “But I’m going to draw this out before Jack gets his turn.”
I hear Jack grumbling as Arthur reels his hips back, then pushes in agonizingly slow. He feels so good, so pristine, that I’m clutching him tight as he gives me more, and then a little more, when all I need is to be filled.
“Arthur,” I whisper, clinging on with all my might. “Please, I need you.”
He lets out a bleat and sinks in up to his balls. I feel them, furry and soft, against my ass as he settles there, seated right where he belongs.
Arthur is panting, and that’s when I realize that holding himself back is taxing him. He’s wound up tight but keeping his hand on the reins. I like that I turn him on so much, that he wants nothing more than to plow me like a fresh field, but he’s going easy on me.
“Don’t know how long I’m going to survive this,” Arthur says with an uncertain chuckle, his abs flexing as he draws back and then glides in, returning to that spot where he fits so perfectly
“Well, if you can’t hold out,” says Jack, “you know I’ll finish the job.”
Arthur smirks as he languidly has his way with me. “I bet that would make you extra needy for his cock, wouldn’t it, Bree?”
He slows his pace and reaches down to pet my clit, which sends a shockwave through me. His eyes clench when I do, and he grits his teeth. He thrusts through it, each movement pointed and intentional. But his breathing is growing more ragged, and then his eyes suddenly fly wide.
He literally makes an O face as he comes, his mouth dropping open, his brows going high on his forehead. His cock swells thicker as he buckles forward, thrusting hard once more, his whole body shaking.
I giggle to myself. Arthur really does lack self-control.
I’m much warmer inside now, and I imagine his cum coating me thoroughly. Which, of course, makes me wriggle with how horny I still am. Arthur moans pathetically as I squeeze him, and he twitches inside me.
Nearby, Jack clears his throat. We both glance up to find him sitting against the pillows, stroking himself, a bead of white pre-cum coating his tip. Just the sight of it makes all my muscles tense, and Arthur bites his lip.
“Thank you,” he says to me, leaning down a few inches more to kiss me on the lips.
When he withdraws, cum gushes out. I’m always surprised at how much these satyrs can make. I whimper at the absence of him, right when I was getting so close to my own orgasm, but Jack’s hand lands on my thigh and squeezes.
“Don’t worry,” he says, his brows low as he licks along the seam of his lips. “I’ll take you the rest of the way.”