Page 70 of The Last Valkyrie

The wolf shifter took no time to stuff himself inside my asshole, like he was meant to be there—like he lived there. My whimper turned into a mewl as his thickness spread mewide, my two hung mates making me feel fullness I’d never get over. Contentedness rifled through my body with a surge of adrenaline and dopamine.

Like Magnus, Sven didn’t dictate the rhythm, even with him standing behind me, mounting me in a dominant position.

As the dull pain of his cock spearing my hole fell away to something dreamy and blissful, I threw my ass back into his hips, clapping my cheeks against him. Magnus moaned and bucked his hips to drill his cock into my pussy from below, making me see stars when I closed my eyes.

Arne and Grim arrived a few minutes later, getting the surreal memo that something was going on at my place. It seemed we were all of a like mind, realizing we would be sailing off into the unknown tomorrow and had to hold onto our reality and cherish these moments every chance we could, because we never knew when it would all be taken from us.

Unlike our last time together, when my mates had been content with fucking each other like wild animals just as much as they fucked me, I was the center of attention this time.

I marveled at the way they could move around each other like professional Twister players, arms tangling and untangling, cocks rubbing together as they filled my holes. Everyone was silent, only the sounds of our flesh and moans echoing off the walls of my longhouse.

It was torrid moments like these that reminded me why I had nothing to fear. My men were my lifeblood here, and I trusted them implicitly. Our love had become unconditional, no matter what deals or negotiations we had to make to get what we wanted outside these walls.

The wood elves? The Lepers? The marriage? It all meant nothing in the grand scheme, when I was the entire world of these men.

On that note, Corym came to my dwelling within a few minutes of Arne and Grim. He was the last to arrive, perhaps out of shame over what he’d done in Alfheim, or fear of how I might retaliate.

But when he arrived, I took Arne’s cock out of my mouth and smiled at him across the way. “Come to me, my love. Join us.”

My command brooked no argument, and Corym was naked and radiant within seconds, eager to join our intensely intimate session. I heard him let out a great sigh of relief, knowing he wasn’t in the doghouse, and he strode confidently over to the bed.

I was on my side, with Grim’s large frame in front, impaling me on his massive size, while Arne took my ass after Sven needed a breather.

Corym went on all fours and crawled over the sprawling bodies on the floor and across my bed, finding the center of the prize between the sandwich—me—and hugging me in his warmth.

He flipped himself around, his long blond hair tickling my skin, and then stuffed his face into my pussy between mine, Grim’s, and Arne’s thighs. His tongue honed in on my clit and vigorously licked, laved, and rubbed.

I moaned, my eyes rolling back as a new orgasm took root in my belly, ready to explode. When I opened my eyes, Corym’s cock was bouncing above me, curving upside-down, an inch from my cheek as he feasted on my pussy like his life depended on it.

I took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his bulbous head and slick, velvety shaft. Slightly lifting my face, I enveloped him in my warm wetness. He groaned, pumped his hips, and sent his cock careening to the back of my throat.

Gagging, spit trailed down my chin and lips. His balls rested on my face, gently smacking my nose as he thrust up and down, face-fucking me.

I twitched from a sudden climax, both my holes filled and sealed shut. Adding Corym to the mix, with his masterful tongue and eager ministrations, made it impossible to hold back.

My throat flexed, clamping around his shaft, and he let out a long drawl. It took less than five minutes to suck the cum out of his heavy balls and thick cock, and I came at the same time as my elven lover.

Like to see Zentha dothat,I vaguely thought to myself, snickering in my head.

Magnus was right. I had nothing to worry about. We all had to make lies and plans we didn’t want to in order to succeed in this war against our enemies. This was no time to be meek or weak. I knew it couldn’t have been an easy decision for Corym to make.

As long as he never leaves me, I have no fear about Corym’s intentions. He will always do the right thing by me, because he loves me.

Taking my five mates together in the dead of night, a few scant hours before we were meant to sail off the Isle for the first time in a year—and the first time together—opened my eyes to the truth of the situation.

No matter how things panned out regarding the academy, the war, and our enemies . . . I would always have these five men. My personal life and relationships were not things I needed to burden with more anxiety. Gods knew I was anxious enough about everythingelsegoing on already!

When Corym was done pumping his essence down to my belly, and I was finished coughing and swallowing him, Magnus and Sven were ready to go again. The creaking, rocking bed slowed for a moment as my mates instinctively took newpositions, new cocks to fill my holes, and the gangbang continued with new warmth and bodies to hold against me.

I led the entire way, rolling my ass back against Sven while Magnus’ studded cock plowed my pussy and brought intense sensations fluttering through my womb.

I ended up on my belly, comfortable in a planked position, prone on my bed. I demanded all my men take me one after the other, because I couldn’t get enough of them. Just like Magnus had said, I was simply obsessed, addicted, and always needed more of them.

I was surprised they could match my insatiable libido and high sex drive. They didn’t need to be coddled—even someone like Arne, wholovedbeing coddled and told what to do. My men submitted to me, loved on and in me, and took their turns running a magnificent train that left me panting, coming, and mind-addled.

When it was all said and done, we were panting heaps of flesh on my bed, wrapped around each other, some of us fallen off to make room for others on my cot. Grim, for instance, was too large to fit with more than two others on the bed.

But we made it work. And that was the point. No matter what happened, no matter who received the attention in that moment, my men knew that their turn would always come. They just needed to be patient, understanding, and see that I loved them as much as the men next to them.

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