Chapter 18
Bran and Gil were deployed again before they could complete the Rite of First Union.
Zul suspected that unnecessary deployment resulted from the Council Supreme’s ire at having been thwarted in their aim to get them killed so they could give Ursula to another triad.
Despite the Council’s machinations, the two warriors returned home after another ten days of nearly constant skirmishing.
Apparently, the Sivuul were taking advantage of the Ogranox retreat.
The day following Bran and Gil’s return home with only minor injuries (which no doubt annoyed the Council Supreme), Ursula did not work at her shop.
Instead she spent the day enjoying being pampered by her mates.
Cognizant of her soreness following the night of their return, none of her mates permitted her feet to touch the ground.
They carried her everywhere she wished to go, whether that was to her studio to work on her pottery, to the library to read, or to the courtyard to bask in the bright sunshine of Uribern’s high desert climate.
She spent hardly a minute apart from them, singly, in pairs, or all together.
With at least one of her mates always nearby, she hardly saw any of the castrati and supposed they, too, were enjoying the relief from “Prima watching” duty. The thought made her chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Gil inquired, looking from the book he was reading to the woman nestled in his lap.
Ursula snuggled in closer, adjusting her position against his lean, muscular body. “I was just thinking about the castrati.”
“Oh?”
She stroked his arm and chuckled again. “Yes. I was thinking that they were probably celebrating your return because it means they get a break from supervising me.”
“Watching over you is not a chore.”
She giggled at his serious tone. “You, Bran, and Zul might not think so, but I’m sure they do.” She twisted around to look him in the chin. “I’m not very obedient, you know.”
He then saw the humor and chuckled. Gil set aside the book and pulled up her skirt to bare the smooth, finely scaled skin. He ran his hand along her leg while bending his head down to nuzzle the top of her head. “You’re very obedient in certain circumstances.”
Ursula sighed as he stroked her delicate skin. Her nipples beaded even as her breasts swelled. Heat pooled low in her belly, and her core moistened. “I’d be silly not to.”
Gil’s nostrils flared as the perfume of her arousal rose in the warm air. His cock, ever eager, surged full and hard beneath his kilt. Across the triad bond, he broadcast, She is ready.
With a small grunt, he rose from the chair, keeping his mate cradled against him.
His prehensile tail snatched the book from her slack grip and set it aside.
When he arrived in the central bedchamber, both Bran and Zul awaited them, already naked and erect.
Gil transferred her to Zul’s arms while he divested himself of his clothing and Bran shredded her gown, somehow leaving all her jewelry undisturbed.
Gil yanked the covers off the bed, and Zul lay her down.
Bran climbed onto the bed and lay down, his cock rising like a tower and leaking his own natural lubricant. Gil lifted her and settled her over Bran, holding her as she shuddered while sliding down his turgid length.
“Lean forward, elska’adir,” Bran whispered.
She leaned forward, quivering in anticipation as Gil climbed up behind her.
She moaned softly as he first wriggled then withdrew the large plug from her ass.
Zul had been assigned the task of ensuring her readiness there, and he’d taken great delight in fulfilling that charge regardless of how desperately he wished to fuck her again.
She sighed when he smoothed the opening with additional lubricant.
“Relax,” Gil commanded as he set the tip of his penis against her loosened sphincter.
Ursula took a deep breath and deliberately relaxed. She whimpered as he pressed forward, then moaned as he slid deep inside. “So full!”
“Open for Zul, elska’adir,” Gil murmured.
The mattress dipped beneath the weight of the berserker who climbed on the bed and kneeled above their Prime.
He stroked her jaw and let his fingertips slide down the elegant column of her slender neck.
Obedient to Zul’s unvoiced command, her jaw opened wide and her throat relaxed.
He leaned down to press a kiss to her head before feeding her his cock.
She clutched at the bulging muscles of his thighs to steady herself.
Zul growled as Ursula moaned around him when Bran and Gil began to move. They kept their synchronized thrusts shallow and slow. Their movement forced Ursula to duplicate the same rhythm as she slobbered around Zul’s cock.
Stuffed by three cocks all moving within her body concentrated the pleasure zinging throughout her body, and Ursula’s muffled cries of orgasm generated vibrations that quickly had Zul spurting down her throat.
Bran and Gil soon followed in their release as her flesh clamped down and rippled along their cocks.
All three males lay their hands upon her as she and they climaxed: Bran gently squeezed her breasts, Gil rubbed her butt, and Zul stroked her back.
When their cocks were spent and had softened, Zul carefully withdrew from Ursula’s mouth first before Gil withdrew from her anus.
Ursula panted as Bran gently lifted her off his spent cock.
Gil retreated to the en suite bathroom to cleanse his cock.
Ursula gave into the lassitude to recuperate during Gil’s brief absence.
When he returned, she was ready for the next round.
The males switched places: Gil beneath her, Bran at her mouth, and Zul at her ass.
The scenario repeated, though somewhat less carefully as her body had softened and loosened to accommodate their use of her.
Climax came swiftly, and Zul’s eyes crossed as he felt the deafening pressure of her orgasm through her ass and against Gil’s throbbing, pulsing release through the thin membrane that separated their cocks.
Zul, the mighty berserker, wondered if he might simply pass out from the pleasure of this triad mating of their beloved female who took them so sweetly into her soft, wondrous body.
However, he found the strength and stamina to thrust into her pussy and catapult her into yet another explosive orgasm before he, Bran, and Gil also found their third shared release and the mating bond was sealed.
Exhausted by their passion, Gil and Zul curled up around their mate while Bran cleaned his cock then drew the covers over them all. They settled in for a restorative nap before waking, bathing, eating, and doing it all again and again.
When Ursula awoke after their third round, she was alone.
A long, slow inhale took in the heavy odors of vigorous sex lingering in the air.
She moaned as she left the bed, every muscle deliciously sore, and murmured a word of gratitude that somehow the architecture of the manor allowed for her central bedroom to have a large window that could be opened to admit fresh, clean air.
She leaned out the opening, enjoying the play of the refreshing breeze across her still heated skin.
“Ursula!”
Startled, she yelped and turned away from the window. Zul rushed forth and wrapped a blanket around her naked body.
“You should not display yourself,” he admonished.
“Nobody’s out there,” she protested.
He glanced out the window, his fierce gaze picking out what she had not seen. “On the contrary, there are three gardeners out there.”
Ursula felt the flush of embarrassment burn. She turned her face into his body and muttered, “I’m sorry. I did not see them.”
Zul’s ire melted at her contrition. “You truly did not see them?”
She shook her head. “No. I just liked the feel of the breeze.”
“Ah.” He scooped her up into his arms. “Come, let me bathe you.”
Ursula sighed and did not protest, for she’d long since learned that any of her mates intent upon caring for her would not be deterred.
Zul carried her to the bathroom and bade her sit while he ran the water.
As it poured from the faucet, he removed her jewelry which had somehow made it undisturbed through their hours of marathon sex.
Freed of the jewelry and having long since lost any semblance of privacy among her three mates, Ursula emptied her bladder while Zul stripped.
Her mate picked up jars and read their labels, sprinkling in those herbs that promised to soothe aching flesh and revitalize flagging energy. He climbed into the tub.
“Come here,” he said.
She obeyed. Not willing to risk her slipping and falling on the slick surface, Zul picked her up and lifted her into the tub as he would a child.
However, he did not treat her as a child when he settled her on his cock as they both sank into the seasoned, fragrant water.
She gasped then sighed then relaxed against him, her back to his abdomen.
First he merely stroked her, spreading the herb-infused water over her skin and resisting the urge to pump his hips.
Then he reached for a washcloth and soap and began to clean her body of the sticky residue of vigorous sex.
“Mmm,” she hummed as he washed her. Zul imagined he could feel the gentle vibration of her hum in his cock which flexed and pulsed with need inside her.
He tweaked a nipple and she squealed. “You will not again display yourself like that.”
She moaned. He tweaked the other nipple, and she whimpered.
“Answer me, elska’adir.”
She squirmed while impaled on his cock. “No, no, I won’t do that again.”
He rolled both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and reveled in the way her channel rippled around his cock. “That’s my sweet mate.” He rolled his hips and she moaned. “Lean forward.”
She leaned forward, but the water was too deep for what he had in mind. So, he rose to his feet, holding her impaled on him, and lifted her with his body. Knees bending so his petite mate could stand on the bottom of the tub, Zul said, “Brace yourself.”
Ursula’s hands shot forward and gripped the edge of the tub as Zul wrapped an arm around her abdomen and leaned over her.
“Are you steady?”
She nodded. With a low grunt of approval, he began to thrust, hard, deep, deliberate pumps of his hips that hit her G-spot every time even as his heavy balls slapped her clit.
Her mind went blank and her arms and legs trembled as pleasure suffused her body.
She cried out as an orgasm swept through her and he continued to thrust through it, prolonging the mindshattering pleasure.
Without ceasing rhythm he soon drove her up and over the precipice again.
By the fourth time, she was blubbering and shuddering, unable to hold herself up.
The fifth time, he finally emptied himself into her.
His own arms and legs trembling from the strength of his climax, Zul carefully lowered them both back into the water.
He allowed his spent cock to slip from her body before gently cleaning her reddened, puffy labia and watching his seed leak from her body and swirl in the bathwater.
After a moment’s rest, he turned his attention to washing and rinsing her hair.
Zul set her outside the tub before he got out.
He ignored the chill of water drying on his own skin so he could tend to her first. When they were both dry, he carried her into the bedchamber and seated her on the stool in front of the vanity.
First, he rummaged through her wardrobe for a dress and chose one of vibrant blue to match the Urib sky.
Then he poked through her jewelry chest to find coordinating jewelry.
She sat, compliant to his care, as he combed out the tangles from her hair and braided it.
“You learned to braid,” she commented with a long, slow blink.
“A simple braid,” he clarified. “I will master more complicated braids for you.”
She grinned. “Do you intend to continue dressing me?”
“Always.”
When he finished dressing and adorning her hair and body, he donned his own clothes. Extending his hand to her, he said, “Come. You must eat.”
She laid her palm upon his. Looking up at him, Ursula said, “Please allow me to walk.”
Zul frowned at her polite request. His tail slowly lashed like a cat’s, an nonverbal display of indecision.
He would have preferred to carry her, nestling her sweet-smelling, soft body against his chest. However, he realized no harm would come of allowing her this small independence.
Indeed, she might very well look more favorably upon him and grant him continued use of her body and the sharing of such immense pleasure if he acceded to her small request. Deciding in favor of delayed gratification, he closed his hand around hers and nodded.
“I will escort you.”