84. I have waited three lifetimes to put my name in your blood #2
“I’ve got you.” The tendrils cinch snugly around her thighs. “You cannot fall, ash’kaela. You aren’t capable of it. The only thing you’re allowed to do up here...” I drag my fangs featherlight along the inside of her trembling thigh, “...is come for your mates.”
I sweep my tongue upward in a long, wet stroke, covering the entire width of her pussy.
“Oh my God—”
“Not God, sweetheart.” I part her swollen lips with my tongue. “Just us.”
Eden squeals, her nails digging into the sensitive ridges of my horns as she pulls back to steady herself. My wings flare wide as a sudden rush of electricity shoots straight down my spine to my core.
V-vresh, Sage gasps. Your horns are erogenous?!
“Pull them again,” I rasp against her wet flesh.
“Pull them, ílyen, and see what we do to you.” My venom glands overflow, flooding my mouth with an excess of venya.
I pull back from her center, my mouth parted as I pant against her inner thighs.
A glistening string of venom stretches from my fangs, catching the moonlight before it falls directly onto her swollen kísh.
She moans as the warm liquid pools over her.
“Ash…” she gasps as she attempts to look past her heavy belly. “What is that—ohh!”
I let another slow droplet of venya fall. “Do you want some inside?”
Her fingers tighten on my horns so hard that another wave of pleasure rips down our spine.
“Yes,” she sobs, her glossy green eyes finding mine. “Yes, please… put it inside me.”
Drink her, Sage commands, forcing my shadows to hoist her hips just a fraction higher. Vreshing devour our mate.
I bury my face against her, tongue plunging deep, venya coating every crevice while I lap and thrust with greedy strokes.
She screams, her spine arching so severely my shadows have to haul her back up. Her hands begin to move over my horns, sliding down the sensitive bone, squeezing and stroking them in a pattern she isn’t even aware of.
A roar rips from my throat.
Ashán, Sage groans in our head. She’s milking your horns. Gods, she’s vreshing stroking them.
Every frantic slide of her palms sends a matching jolt of fire to our cocks. My tongue copies the wild rhythm of her hands. I suck her clit between my lips.
“Ash! Sage, please!” she moans, grinding against my face. “I’m gonna—I can’t—”
“Do it,” Sage roars, vines shooting from our abdomen, wrapping around her ankles and waist, locking her down so hard she couldn’t pull away if she tried.
I cup the soft swell of her ass with both hands and lift her higher, burying my nose and lips so deeply into her soaking center that the scent of her impending release fills our lungs. My tongue thrusts into her, right against her g-spot, over and over again while my venom pumps into her walls.
I want to breed her. Right now, Sage groans.
Already did, I moan back.
We’re breeding her the second Vaelína is born, he rumbles, his vines tightening possessively around her waist. I want to keep her swollen and dripping for us.
“Don’t stop—please don’t stop,” she whines.
I slip in two fingers beneath my tongue, curling and pumping. Her slick coats my hand, dripping down to soak my chest.
Her body goes rigid, her fingers clamping down on my horns in a final squeeze that sends a blinding wave of pleasure through my spine.
She spasms against my mouth, her core contracting as she squirts all over my tongue.
Her head drops back, hips bucking helplessly against my face as she tries to ride out her release.
I drink every single drop, lapping at her greedily. My tongue catches the trail of slick as it runs down her thighs.
“I—I think I’m going to come again,” she whimpers.
A roar rips from my throat as my hips snap forward.
My shaft throbs violently, hardening to a painful degree before a warm rush of come shoots from my tip and falls below.
I’m still shuddering from my own release when another tremor rolls through us.
Sage’s shaft twitches and hardens to a brutal degree before erupting, his own thick release shooting forward to mix with mine.
Night-blooming flowers burst open along his vines.
My chest heaves, vision swimming with white stars.
We’re a dripping mess, air thick with the scent of cucumber, clover, and our combined seed. And right in the center of it, Eden is still whimpering, her core twitching as she hovers on the edge of her third climax.
I wrap my hands around her hips and haul her down, seating her directly on my pulsing shaft.
Eden lets out a gasp as my length fills her.
“Ash,” she sobs into my neck, her teeth catching the edge of my collarbone. “It’s too much.”
It’s not enough, Sage growls, his vines tilting her hips just a fraction more to force her down until she bottoms out. Move, Ashán. Make her come again so we can both fit inside.
My hips buck and Sage’s shaft glides through the dripping cleft of her thighs, coating himself in her.
Her walls flutter around me as I move in and out, the thick, bony ridges of my skal rubbing against every sensitive spot inside her.
Shadow and vines intertwine, yanking her hips down harder onto my cock.
Her teeth sink harder into my collarbone.
“I-I can feel both of you,” she stutters.
“Not yet you can’t,” Sage rasps. “But you’re about to.”