CHAPTER 2
Icurl my tongue around Ferrok’s clitball while he nips his way up my body.
His reward started with a command to bring me to the bed, which he obeyed perfectly… aside from one unsanctioned bite to my neck.
I didn’t say a word, but Mooralan saw the red mark and glared accordingly.
Which is why Ferrok’s here, over top of me, cock dripping onto me as Mooralan denies him that reward a few more minutes.
Pushing the clitball into the hollow of my cheek, I whisper. “Ask him nicely if you can fuck me, please.”
Behind him, Mooralan chuckles, and Ferrok breathes the word “Please” in his own language. It’s one of the very few I know.
I don’t know what Mooralan says back, but I can see the relief on Ferrok’s face as he moves my legs further apart and sinks into me.
I shiver at the sensation. His punishment was mine too in some ways.
But the precum makes me slippery, and my hips rock to match the rhythm he starts. It’s almost instinctual now.
Eyes closed, he says something that sounds like a prayer, and Mooralan reaches around him to smooth fingers over my skin.
His hands are everywhere, on both of us, and I let my hazy mind spin as he moves us. I’m just along for the ride.
“Look at how she works your cock,” Mooralan whispers. “Our sweet Jade…”
I look up at him and say, “Look at how good our handsome prince follows directions. Shouldn’t you give him what he really wants?”
He growls, and two of his hands take hold of my hips, moving me up, and other hands shove Ferrok with me.
“He can have everything he wants,” Mooralan says. “Both of you can.”
Ferrok doesn’t say anything. I’m not sure he has the breath to make sounds, much less words. He bites his tongue and his eyes open wide as Mooralan guides himself into Ferrok’s ass.
This is Ferrok’s favorite, and we all know it. It’s become my favorite too.
Tendons in his neck strain, and I take hold of his face, pulling him down so I can kiss him. “You don’t have to hold back. There’s no rush, but there’s also no reason to try to stop it.”
I glance past him to where Mooralan smiles through gritted teeth, one hand on the back of Ferrok’s neck, two holding his waist, the others… doing who knows what.
“We’ve got all the time in the world right now,” I tell them both. “Anything we want, we can have.”
He shivers and drops his head to my shoulder. “I love you. Both of you.”
The words are soft and strained and so, so sweet.
But I need more than to know he loves us. “Promise me you’ll never try to leave us again. Not without a discussion.”
“Not even with a discussion,” Mooralan says through clenched teeth.
“I won’t.” Ferrok promises. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He grunts then, his body jerking against mine, and he comes with a soft and breathy groan that makes my whole body tighten around him, and I suck on his clitball to keep from accidentally inhaling it.
My pussy squeezes in waves, trying to pull him deeper, but I can’t get any closer. I would pull him into me until there was no space between us at all if I could, and then, I would pull Mooralan down into us too.
Ferrok lifts away from me too soon.
But the soft moan that leaves him, and the way he grips my waist, tells me he doesn’t want to.
Mooralan moves us around like dolls.
I yelp when four of Mooralan’s hands grab hold of me, pulling and sliding and maneuvering me around Ferok until I’m on top of him, back to back.
He holds my hips up to his mouth while he keeps pounding into Ferrok, and when his lips find me, I feel like I could split open.
His tongue curls inside of me, and he sucks on my clit as he drinks Ferrok’s cum from me.
I wriggle and writhe, and I come a moment before his grip tightens and his whole body tenses.
He lets me slide to the bed in a puddle as he breathes deep and heavy, looking down to where he’s still fully buried in Ferrok. And he curses… another of the few words in his language that I know.
“I need to grow another dick so I can fuck you both at the same time.”
“Can you grow another one?” I ask, fingers sliding into Ferrok’s. His eyes are closed, but he draws my hand to his beak to kiss my fingers.
Mooralan laughs and shakes his head. “No. But damn, I would if I could.”
Hands holding Ferrok steady, he eases out and his slime cum slides down Ferrok’s legs, coating and sticking.
He doesn’t move. I’m not sure he can, but his eyes fly wide when Mooralan peels the cum up from his skin, rolls it up and pushes it back into him.
Another little spurt of Ferrok’s cum sprays onto the sheet and roll his clitball on my tongue. When I pop it out and hand it back, I say, “I’m going to need to change the sheets.”
But I don’t. Mooralan tasks Ferrok with making sure I get cleaned up and has the sheets changed before we get back… eight arms certainly do come in handy for certain chores.
Piled in my bed, legs and arms tangled together, I kiss Mooralan and then Ferrok and I pull them closer. “I love you. Don’t ever forget it.”