Chapter 49.7
“He wasn’t really going to do it,”
I mumbled.
“She cocked-eyed,”
Rek noted with a frown. His head canted to the side as he studied her awkward slump.
“Hurt, she wakes up,”
Gopher agreed.
“Someone should probably move her,”
I hedged, glancing around the room to settle my gaze on Buu.
“She wake up. Think bad. She try bite,”
Buu warned everyone, shaking his head to lean back.
Speaking of biting… Crawling into Buu’s lap, snuggling up against him, I nuzzled my way to his shoulder, and whispered, “I love you. You’re mine. You know that, right?”
“Buu choose Joalee. Joalee Buu’s,”
he agreed.
“Good, because I choose you too, Peekaboo.”
Tightening my grip in his fur, I sank my teeth into his neck, right then and there in front of everyone.
Buu’s grip on me tightened and he stiffened where he sat cuddling me and cried out. His large body shook and soon every one of his hands had found some part of me to grip and knead.
The soft growls leaving him turned to guttural moans.
“My Joalee,”
he choked out, twitching and trembling in place. Fingers fumbled with my clothes. This was hardly the place or time but he’d already gone right for my scars and I was all fired up.
The faint sounds of arguing pricked my ears, Rek cutting in above the rest. “No be near face, then! She wakes, go to bite, blanket over face while move! She bite that! Time run away!”
“Move,”
Celuk ordered moments later, followed by a loud scraping sound.
A metallic thunk pricked my ears.
I glanced up in time to spy Odix, Celuk, and Jeh-kal joining all of us on the couch. It was knees to knees, all lined up like a serving line.
I was so hopped up on sexy time juju I could probably go a round with each and every one of them.
To help make sure that was possible, I released my teeth from Buu’s freshly marked flesh to nip at his cheek and inform him, “I need a new love bite, too, my Buu-berry love muffin.”
Rek snorted at the silly nickname but otherwise refrained from any further commenting. His snort was barely audible over all the purrs humming to life around us anyway.
“My Joalee,”
Buu choked out, shivering as I raked my short, blunt nails down his chest, and then he eagerly complied.
A harsh cry left me as Buu’s fangs sank deep.
A grunt left him and a soft snarl started up. It tapered off as the hands that fell to my waist began assisting me out of my clothes.
I knew it was Celuk immediately, the scent of him thick as he kneeled behind me.
“Help Buu,”
he offered quietly, then pressed a kiss to my shoulder, opposite the shoulder Buu was marking up, to pull back.
It should be odd, shouldn’t it? Sitting here butt assed naked, ready to get rowdy with Buu, surrounded by onlookers. But these weren’t strangers. They weren’t just anybody. These were my mates. MINE.
Buu cupped one of my breasts as his tail slid up between us.
A strangled noise left someone else in the room as Buu lifted me up, adjusting me across his lap so his tail could tease at my slit.
“My Joalee,”
he purred. “My Joalee… mine. Take.”
His tail began to breach my channel, slowly tunneling its way in. I rode it for a moment, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as my hips moved in time with his tail.
I knew when Buu was ready to take things further, the head of his cock starting to emerge from its genital pouch, he was so worked up.
Before he could pull his tail free, I dropped down, enveloping his cock as well as his tail. The second the head of his cock pressed to my heat, it shot out, slid deep, and all bets were off.
The initial sting of taking both of them so quickly was worth the tight fit, his cock pulsing, sending my pussy spasming around him.
Buu let out a loud shout, followed by a creaking, clicking keening sound. His hands gripped me everywhere, my ass, hips, shoulders. Head thrown back, he continued to make strange, strangled noises I found rather flattering as I went for broke and rode him until I was making silly sex noises along with him.
When he came, he found his release with a howl of a shout followed by that rush of heat bathing my channel.
“My Joalee,”
he panted out over and over, urging me to continue to ride him as he gave me all he had.
His tail slipped free then, slapping to his leg wetly. His cock remained engorged, impaling me to the hilt and pulsing in time to my channel rippling around him.
Dipping his impossibly large frame, he bent, stole a toe curling kiss, the tang of blood still on our lips, and bent his head, careful of his horns, to work on the lil chesticle problem I was experiencing.
“No take all,”
Rek grumbled to my right. A grunt rent the air and then Rek hissed. “Stop pinching Rek! I say more? NO! I say Boob has to share! S’all!”
Wrapping his arms around me without pausing as he leisurely rolled his hips, still gently pumping up into me, and drained my left breast, he growled low, a deep, rumbling warning that vibrated my breast, but didn’t care enough to stop to make sure his point got across.
Rek growled as I felt him there one moment and gone the next. “What THAT for?”
Rek yowled.
“Case Couch Prinnedcess opens big mouth, tell my Jo Buu him has to share.”
Aww. My sweet, cake abundant grizzly bear to the rescue. I made a mental note to thank him later as I felt up Buu’s horns and clutched his furry head to me.
“Couch Prinnedcess,”
Rek grumbled. “You big butt… butts head,”
Rek muttered. “See who couched prinnedcess… Rek better.”
A chortle issued from the opposite side of the couch. “Couch Prinnedcess. Go’ likes that one.”
“Course Goober does,”
Rek snottily sassed. “Odious always say the things like Doogie, things make Goober laugh.”
More huffing puffs. “Jeh-kal has Celuk. Goober has Odious. Who Rek have, Rek not have to share? Hm? Not my Jojomine. Stupid… big butt… booger brains. Rek no need special brother friend. Jojomine likes Rek best.”
Buu paused, distracted by the conversation going on around us as Rek mumbled on.
Gopher let out a long sigh. “You make them stop.”
Rek gurgled out a noise. “Rek no make them stop. Boob stopped because him tail dick go floppy! Not Rek make it flopsy tipsy. My Jojomine makes the best sex. She makes it go all floppy, wear it out! No blame that on Rek!”
Buu released my breast to lift his head. He ground me down on him as his hips slowed, taking his time bringing our sexy shenaniganry to a halt.
Glancing from Rek to me, he leaned in to nuzzle at the side of my face affectionately. One of his hands lifted and Rek made a squawking bark of a noise.
I turned my head just in time to watch Buu drag Rek close enough to grab him by the scruff of his neck, jerk him close enough to mash his face into the breast that was still in need of a bit of help, and hushed him with a loud grunt and a, “Take.”
Looking up to glance between us in surprise, Rek waited for a nod from me for permission.
One of Buu’s arms wrapped around Rek, holding him in place as the other held tightly to his scruff. Rek couldn’t have escaped him without a fight and Buu was like a furry octopus.
That small show of strength should tell the others just how much he was holding back on them earlier.
“My Joalee,”
Buu rumbled out sweetly, his click purr so loud Rek squinted the eye mashed up close to Buu as Buu’s thick chest began to vibrate.
Dark lips found mine, taking them hungrily. If he wasn’t starting to soften inside of me, I’d have assumed he was ready for round two.
Buu’s hands on my ass and hips continued to rock me into him as his free hands roamed. Rek’s mouth closed around my breast and he took a long, make-your-toes-curl, dragging pull. My body responded instantly.
Buu groaned as I clenched around his softening member. Loud squelching sounds rent the air as his essence started to slip free.
“Buu better next time,”
my cave dwelling lover promised with one last kiss and a guilty look, as if he thought he was disappointing me somehow.
“You were perfect,”
I assured him as he lifted me up off of him.
Buu leaned into my kiss, angling his body as he held me up higher and played pass around our mate , settling me into Rek’s lap.
Giving Rek’s scruff a gentle shake, Buu told him on a yawn, “No more ‘plain. Buu Rek special friend. Rek no need be sad no more. Buu friend, clansmen. Buu help Rek. Rek fam’ly. No more.”
Another shake that Rek continued to growl at distractedly jostled him. Rek smoothed his hands up my back and urged me to hop right on and continue the fun. “Please our Joalee,”
Buu demanded, to kiss me one last time before releasing his hold on Rek completely and slumping down beside us.
“MINE,”
Rek garbled out gutturally.
Buu looked half asleep already as he settled his hands over his chest, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
I was anything but sleepy as I took Rek inside me and began to move.
“Ride Rek,”
Rek growled out softly, baring his teeth and hissing as I lifted up to glide right back down. “My Jojo perfect,”
he hissed. “Beautiful. Rek’s.”
“All yours,”
I whispered, burying my fingers in that wad of hair he calls a mane to jerk his head to the side and bite at his furry nape.
Rek growled but let me do as I would. His hands fell to my ass and he gripped both cheeks, taking charge of the depth, angle, how fast, hard, deep he wanted me to fuck him.
“My Jojo- knee,”
he groaned out with satisfaction as I bit down on his throat, just hard enough he felt it and his body responded.
His growls and groans turned to loud, panting moans punctuated by a snarl slipping in every now and again if I slowed down or fought his hold.
Whenever I acted as if I meant to take control, he’d growl at me, do something worthy of me relinquishing said control, and torment me all over again.
By the time I started to climax, he was done fighting me for dominance.
Rolling us so I was beneath him, my head near Gopher’s legs, he hooked my leg on his forearm, pinning me beneath him, and began pounding into me.
“My Jojo- My Jojomine- Oh. Rek- Rek loves- Rek loves,”
he garbled out between guttural growl speak as he rode me through my orgasm and right into the next, tipping over the edge right along with me with a shout of my name.
“My Jo… My Jojo…”
Rek slumped down half over me, his head falling heavily to my shoulder. He shook from head to toe, as if our wild romp had thoroughly exhausted him.
“Two down, four to go,”
I joked between panting breaths beneath him.
Celuk walked over, got a good look at me, caught the wink I shot his way, and a slow smile tugged at those perpetually unsmiling lips as he assisted Rek off of me.
Rek slumped into the couch, sliding down until he was right up against Buu, who had apparently checked out and was softly snoring, and possibly had been through the second half of Rek’s performance.
Walking over to me, Celuk scooped me up, urging me to wrap my arms around him, before toting me down the hall.
“And where are we going?”
I dared to ask.
“Wash. Eat. Rest. Fuck rest of mates later,”
he informed me.
“So bossy, yet eloquent,” I sassed.
His palm clapped to my bare ass in a tap of a slap that had me laughing in the face of his mock ire. “Mouthy, big boobs.”
“Aww, fuzzsticles, you say the sweetest things,” I cooed.
“Why Rek not use fuzz-stinkles ‘Luk dummy name?”
Odix wondered aloud, talking so loudly his voice carried throughout the house.
Jeh-kal rumbled something at him that had Odix snorting and Gopher chuckling.
“He no like it,”
Odix argued after a short pause, though he sounded unsure of the fact. “He no like that word our Jo use. Fuzz-stinkles?”
Celuk paused and bent to kiss the tip of my nose. “Celuk no like it,”
he agreed. I could hear the big but in there, so I waited.
When he didn’t answer, I did it for him. “You LURV it.”
We were just inside the bathroom and Celuk was setting me inside the shower. His laughter was deep and rich, his smile in his eyes as he stared down at me. Curling a lock of my hair behind my ear, he told me, “Celuk loves my Jo.”
“I love you too, bossman,”
I murmured as I wrapped my arms around him and urged him to lay one on me.
Celuk groaned as our lips met. My hands slid down his pecs. I pinched his nipples as I nipped his lip.
Celuk growled and jerked me closer. Nuzzling his way to my nape, I called out as his fangs raked down my throat, teasing, pricking skin. “Jeh-kal! Hey, Big Business! You’re needed on aisle twelve! About to have a big ol’ mess of Joanie to clean up without your assistance!”
“What mean,”
Odix started to ask, but I called out over it as the sounds of Jeh-kal hurrying his large behind down the hall sounded off, “Bring my Cake and Gogo boots with ya while you’re at it, yeah? This is gonna be an all males on deck available and willing kinda deal!”
When Celuk let out a sound saying just what he thought about having to work with three other males to please me, I assured him, “Don’t worry, Monster Bait, I have every intention of enjoying each and every one of you, one by one. Even if it takes all night.”
“Need be careful.”
Celuk growled into my flesh.
“Then I guess we better make sure we take our time,”
I quipped as he pulled back to scowl down at me. Grinning in the face of his supposed wrath, I nipped the tip of his nose.
“MINE,”
Celuk snarled as Jeh-kal filled the doorway, Odix and Gopher bringing up the rear behind him.
Reaching behind him, Celuk slid the shower door shut and closed the latch.
Jeh-kal barked something at Celuk that had him pausing, his growl easing as he took a deep breath, and reaching for a small jar set on a shelf above one of the shower heads.
Recognizing it for what it was, the stuff that Jeh-kal milked from his fangs, I began biting at Celuk’s jaw as he dipped his fingers into the jar, set it on a lower shelf along the wall, to immediately bring his fingers to my sex and breach me two fingers covered in healing secretions deep.
When a whimper of a noise left me and my hands fell to his biceps to tighten on them, he grumbled, “My Jo ‘kay? Hurt?”
“No,”
I whispered, shivering in place.
Leaning in to sniff at me, his deep, happy rumble had my skin prickling with gooseflesh. “I love it when you get all big daddy on me,”
I purred softly as I stared up at him.
His fingers pulled out to press back in. His thumb got in on it, brushing my clit until I was grinding into his hand. Those smoky, blue-grey eyes held me captive the entire time, studying, watching, waiting, plotting to make me scream in all the best ways possible.
When I was all but clawing at him, he scooped me up and pressed my back into the wall.
“Fuck me, please,”
I outright begged.
“MINE,”
Celuk snarled, right as he grabbed the thickness jutting between us, lined us up, and slammed right home.
The noise I made must have proved too much for other occupants of the house.
As Celuk showed me exactly why he was the boss of this household and I happily let him, we were just coming down from that high, Jeh-kal impatient to steal me away from Celuk under the guise of helping me, a soft tap, like someone was knocking on metal, sounded off towards the living room.
“Hello? Is anyone still alive out there? It’s dark in here and I’m scared!”
Dace called out.
“How Buu live with Crazy Face long time, not go bald?”
Rek grumbled from the living room.
“HEY! I heard that! YOU!”
Dace squeaked out.
“Dace not all times like this,”
Buu offered in her defense.
“What like other times? What Buu do, ears not hurt, fall off?”
Rek kept on.