A Botanical Study In Symmetry #4
“You did so well, luváel,” he murmurs, his voice thick with adoration. “So perfect for us.”
“Sage—” She slurs her words. “I can’t. I already—”
“I know you did. Three times, and you did so good.” His hand smooths down her spine. “But I’ve been waiting, ílyen. Watching him have you. And I am aching for my turn.” A bloom unfurls against our collarbone, giving him away. “Let me in. One more. For your Vaelí.”
Her big eyes soften, the way they always do when she looks at him. She nods, and he slowly slides into her, filling her by inches until she’s gasping and stretched, clutching at us all over again.
“There she is,” he breathes, rolling deep. “That’s my girl. My sweet, soaked, perfect girl.”
You’re so sappy, I mutter, drifting in the warm afterglow of her.
He sets a rhythm nothing like mine. He gives Eden slow, devastating strokes until she’s making sounds she doesn’t have the strength to control.
“That’s it,” he whispers against her breast, his vines stroking up the trembling insides of her thighs. “I know you have one for me, Saevúra. I can feel it. You’re so close you’re shaking.”
“I can’t. Sage, I can’t—”
“You can.” A bloom opens against her sternum where his mouth has been, leaving a faint dusting of lavásia on her skin.
“Let me feel you come one more time. Then I’ll fill you up, and we’ll put you to bed, and you can sleep as long as you want.
I promise. Just give me this. Give me one more, and let me take care of you. ”
My come leaks out around him with each thrust, slicking his length.
“Do you need more help, ash’kaela?” I purr.
I don’t give her a chance to answer; I can feel exactly what she needs. A tendril of my shadow sneaks between her and Sage, finding her swollen clit and circling it slowly. She jerks, letting out a broken cry. Sage groans at the way it makes her clench around him.
“There it is,” I murmur against her skin. “Our angel just needed a little more.”
My vorí hand comes up to cradle her breast, thumb dragging over her puffy nipple, rolling and flicking it until she’s writhing on Sage’s vék. My shadow works her clit, and his hand rises to match what mine is doing on her other breast. I drop our mouth, grazing my fangs over the curve of her neck.
“B-bite me,” she gasps.
“Tch. You know we have to wait, mamé.”
“I hate past me,” she sobs, chasing my fangs as if she can trick me into sinking them inside her. “I didn’t know it would feel like this—”
“You made the rule, angel.” I let my fangs press just hard enough to make her whimper.
“And I am a creature of my word. So you will wait, and you will take what we can give you. And when I finally shift and can mark you properly—” I drag them up the shell of her ear.
“—you’ll understand why it was worth the wait. ”
“That’s not fair—”
“Almost nothing about us is, sweetheart.”
My shadow drives harder against her clit as Sage grows relentless inside her. Her fingers clutch weakly at our chest, walls tightening in weak pulses.
“Almost there, ílyen,” Sage groans against her hair.
He starts thrusting into her with a quick snap of his hips, his cock torturing the swollen spot inside her.
His rhythm stutters as he drives deep, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside her, spilling rope after rope of warm come into her already flooded channel, mixing with the thick load already filling her.
Her walls pulse gently around his shaft, milking every drop as her body trembles in overstimulation.
His vines hold her steady as he fills her with every last drop.
“Take all of me, luváel,” he groans, grinding deep through every pulse. “Every drop I’ve been saving, watching him wreck you—it’s neeth, and you’re ním. My good girl, so full of us there’s no room for anything else.”
“I’ve got you, Eden.” He gathers her close, swatting my shadow away from her clit. “You did so well. Let me bring you down slowly.”
He slides his hand between her thighs, and she whimpers, flinching at his touch. He presses a kiss to her damp temple. “No, sweet girl. Nothing like that. Trust me.”
He catches her swollen, tender little kísh between two fingers, cradling it along either side, and strokes softly. The pressure muffled through her own flesh, gentle as rain soaking into soil, soothing every place we set fire.
Her breath leaves in a long, shuddering sigh.
“There you go,” he murmurs, his fingers coasting in an unhurried rhythm, easing the throb. “Ash loves you like a storm. Let me love you like the earth after it passes.”
Sage stays buried inside her. My skelva stroke over her back in soothing passes.
Do you think it’s possible to get her pregnant again? I mumble.
Sage chokes on a laugh. She’s still carrying the last one we gave her. But with how much we’ve been filling her lately… yeah. It’s possible. Her body’s already primed for it. One more good load and she could be carrying twins before the week’s out.
Eden stirs, lifting her head long enough to blink up at us. “Totally not wearing panties ever again.”