Chapter 33
Avery
We arrived yesterday.
Since then, we’ve been living in the lap of luxury.
The food is incredible. We didn’t have a feast, but it sure felt like it. I’m over my craving for barely cooked meat and I was able to load my plate up with all sorts of fresh fruits and vegetables. My mates didn’t enjoy them as much as I did, but it was honestly divine.
I’ve also gotten medical treatment. I didn’t realize how worn out and weak I was until the nanobots were in my system, repairing everything that giving birth to three babies took out of me. Now I feel better than I did before we landed on Mallow.
“The babies are asleep,” I whisper, walking into the living room and leaning over the back of the couch to nibble on Ivar’s ear. “We should go to bed early.”
“Ah, are you tired already, mate?” Ivar asks, putting his hand on mine. “We’ll take care of you and make sure you’re comfortable.”
“I wasn’t talking about sleeping,” I say, kissing his neck.
“Are you sure, mate? You just gave birth,” Erik says, some concern in his voice. “To triplets.”
“I’m feeling a lot better now,” I say, glancing over at Erik. “I would have been ready for you the day after having the babies if we’d had this kind of medical treatment available on Mallow.”
“We would have been stuck in fucking prison,” Sigurd growls as he stands up. “But if you’re ready for us, we’re more than ready for you.”
Ivar and Erik stand up. Ivar circles the couch and kisses me while Erik removes my clothes.
Their hands feel amazing on my skin. I start tingling with arousal and my core heats up.
I’m not just ready, I’m craving them. We weren’t able to be intimate much toward the end of the pregnancy, so it’s been a while.
Erik turns me around and kisses me while Ivar’s lips move along my neck and tease my earlobes. When Erik’s lips pull away, I turn to Sigurd, but he doesn’t kiss me. He grabs me by the waist and roughly throws me onto his shoulder, slapping my ass before I get my bearings.
“Ow!” I squeal, kicking my feet.
“Careful, brother,” Erik chuckles. “Even if she’s ready for us, we may not be ready for you to be so rough with her.”
“She’s fine,” Sigurd says, carrying me toward one of the bedrooms. “She said so herself.”
I can’t argue with it. I’ve missed Sigurd’s roughness as much as I’ve missed being intimate with my mates. I don’t feel as delicate as I used to.
There are enough bedrooms for all three of us, but we picked the biggest one so we could be together.
Sigurd carries me inside, slaps my ass again, and drops me on the bed.
He starts to undress, but Ivar is quicker.
He strips off his clothes, climbs on the bed, and starts kissing me as he slides between my splayed legs, his hands moving them into the proper position.
“Making me wait my turn again, huh?” Sigurd asks.
“We can wait, brother,” Erik smirks. “No need to overwhelm our mate the first night we’re able to be together again.”
I don’t think it would overwhelm me. I could handle all three of them right now.
But once I feel Ivar’s ridged cock entering me, I can’t focus on anything else.
It feels way too good and I’ve been deprived of this feeling.
I got their tongues more than their cocks while I was pregnant, and while it was incredible, there’s nothing like this.
“I’ve missed this so much,” I groan, my hips moving once he starts to thrust into me.
“Me too, mate. I love you,” Ivar says, then he kisses me before I can respond.
Our lips sear together. It could be the most passionate kiss we’ve ever shared, like the weight of everything is finally lifted from our shoulders.
Or maybe it was just the threat of death.
The feeling that we would never have another moment like this.
I certainly feared it, but I was more concerned about abandoning my babies.
“I love you too,” I say when our lips finally part.
Ivar’s thrusts are steady and intentional, each one hitting my g-spot in a way that makes the pressure build in my core. The ridges feel incredible, the friction against my walls sending pleasure coursing through my body. I crave every moment of it.
“Missed you so much, mate,” Ivar says, staring into my eyes while his hips continue to move. “Missed this.”
“Me too,” I groan.
I don’t try to fight it when the pressure builds to a crescendo. I need the release almost as much as I need my next breath. Ivar seems to be right there with me. The look in his eyes. The way his breathing has changed. The erratic thrusts every time his dick throbs inside me.
“I’m about to come,” I mutter, my nails digging into Ivar’s shoulder.
“So am I,” he pants.
The pressure releases and I cry out as I come on Ivar’s cock.
My pussy flutters on his length and after a few more thrusts, I feel his release.
It’s almost as satisfying as feeling my own, and I come again while he fills me with his seed.
He kisses me again, pumping his hips until he’s spent, then he reluctantly pulls away, holding my hand until Erik approaches the bed.
“Are you still doing okay, mate?” Erik asks. “Can you handle more?”
“Absolutely,” I grin, reaching for him.
I don’t give Erik a chance to overthink it.
Once he’s close enough, I pull him between my legs and kiss him.
I feel his dick swell against me and shift my hips until the head is lined up with my entrance.
His kiss gets more forceful and a light growl echoes in his throat as he pushes into my pussy. He’s definitely missed me.
Our lips slowly part, then Erik kisses my neck, both hands squeezing my breasts as he settles into a fast rhythm. It’s not enough to rock the heavy bed, but the wood protests a little once he gets going. I don’t protest at all. It feels too good.
“When I was sitting in that cell, you and our children were the only thing on my mind,” he sighs, steadily driving his length into me. “I would have accepted my death, if it meant our future was safe.”
“I’m glad you never had to,” I say. “We’re safe now.”
“Yes, we are,” Erik confirms. “And I will spend every moment I can showing you just how much you mean to me. I love you, Avery.”
“I love you too,” I say, then his speedy thrusts bring me dangerously close to the edge. “Oh, god!”
“I feel it too, mate,” Erik murmurs.
Erik’s quick thrusts cause the pressure to build faster. I’m used to having multiple orgasms. I know my body can handle them. My back arches and I climax hard, my pussy massaging Erik’s cock while he teases my g-spot with his throbbing ridges.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, gasping for my next breath. “I can already tell I’m going to come again.”
“Yes, you are,” Erik says. “And so am I.”
Our bodies come together as the bliss connects us, and then another orgasm rushes to the surface. Erik greets it with quick, throbbing thrusts until he erupts inside me while I’m clenching his length.
“Oh, wow!” I scream, one more orgasm tearing through me while I’m milking Erik dry.
“That felt so fucking good,” Erik gasps, staying still inside me and kissing me a few more times before finally pulling away.
I turn my head and grin with I see Sigurd. He’s hard as a rock. His chaotically ridged cock is already dripping with pre-cum. He’s always been more needy and desperate than his brothers, and this is no exception.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to fuck me?” I tease.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” Sigurd growls, walking to the bed. “If you were able to handle them and you’re still begging for more, then I know you’re ready for me.”
“More than ready,” I say, shifting my hips toward him as he climbs on the bed.
The mattress dips under his weight. He immediately flips me over, grabs my hips, and pulls me onto my knees. I can sense the first slap coming before it lands on my ass, but while it stings, it sends a reverberation of pleasure through my core.
“Bet you missed getting your ass spanked as much as you missed my cock,” Sigurd chuckles, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet entrance.
“I wouldn’t say I missed it,” I say, but it’s a lie, and I raise my ass so he can spank me again.
Sigurd pushes into me and I gasp when he stretches me more than his brothers. I gasp again when he goes deep. I’m so sensitive after multiple orgasms that even being filled nearly makes me come again.
“Don’t lie to me, little girl,” he says, slapping my bottom and driving his cock into me. “Your body gives it away.”
“Fine, I missed it,” I groan. “I missed you.”
“I sure as fuck missed you,” he says.
Sigurd squeezes my ass with both hands and plows into me.
His thrusts are hard and brutal, but they feel amazing.
The bed creaks under us and the headboard slams into the wall a few times, but that doesn’t slow Sigurd down.
It just seems to make him more determined, and as the bone-rattling thrusts continue, the headboard hits the wall every time he goes deep.
“Careful, brother. We’re guests here,” Ivar cautions. “We don’t want to tear the house apart.”
“I don’t think there’s any risk of that,” Erik says. “Look where the headboard is hitting the wall. It isn’t even disturbing the paint.”
“In that case…” Sigurd muses, then he starts hammer his dick into me harder.
The pleasure is so intense I twist the quilt around my fists, gasping and groaning as the pressure builds.
Sigurd’s hips hit me harder than his hand when the occasional slap rings out.
I’m sure I’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care.
I’ve missed wearing those with pride, almost as much as I’ve missed my mates.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my body shuddering as the orgasm gets close. “Please don’t stop.”
“Nothing could make me stop,” Sigurd growls, then Vivar’s cry echoes through the mansion. “Except that…”
“We’ll take care of the babies,” Erik says.
Sigurd is still inside me while Vivar cries.
Erik and Ivar leave, and it isn’t long until all three babies are quiet again.
Sigurd seems satisfied, and his thrusts resume.
The pressure has waned some, but after a dozen thrusts, I’m on the edge of bliss again.
This time, nothing interrupts and I spasm on Sigurd’s cock as he forces the orgasm out of me.
“I’ve missed feeling that most of all,” Sigurd groans.
Sigurd’s grip tightens on my ass and he starts moving me in unison with his thrusts, slamming our bodies together with the kind of ferocity that makes him seem more like a wild animal than a man.
But I love it. I whimper and moan, erupting on his thick, hard length multiple times while he drives it into my pussy.
Finally, I feel him throb in a way that tells me he’s close. His ridges tease my g-spot and create beautiful friction I can’t escape.
“Oh god, oh god,” I mewl, because I can tell this is going to be a big one.
“Fuck!” Sigurd roars, the headboard bouncing off the wall as he climaxes, stretching my battered walls with every pulsation.
I gasp and groan, but I’m in too much euphoria to speak. The orgasm might be one of the biggest ones I’ve ever had, and it lasts so long I can barely breathe when it starts to fade. Sigurd’s movements slow, like he’s coaxing every last drop out of both of us before he finally stills.
“I love you, mate,” Sigurd croons, his hands relaxing as he leans down and kisses me right behind the ear. “I hope you know that.”
“I do,” I whisper, sinking into the mattress. “I love you too.”
“I’m going to make sure the others are taking good care of the babies,” Sigurd rumbles, slowly pulling out of me. “Then when we get back, you best be ready for round two.”
“I will be,” I murmur, my eyelids heavy from the constant stream of pleasure.
I might need a brief rest before I’m ready for them again, but I’ve missed this too much to be satisfied just having all three of them once.
I need so much more than that.