Page 64 of Essa

"I've made him mad plenty," I remind Seth.

It's true, too. There were many times before Adam was willing to admit that he also found me attractive where it very much felt like he would much rather I be dead than be with either one of them.

"Oh, no, it's a different kind of mad," Seth tells me, his expression sobering slightly as his tone shifts to more serious. "Adam can get unnaturally angry, and I have to bring him down from that. It's what I was created for. Everything else was an accident."

"He gets more angry than he already is?" I say, disbelieving what I'm hearing.

I already know that much of his anger is a front, so he doesn't appear weak. That much I have gotten used to, and I know he's just a grumpy, rough, hard-to-tolerate male. I'm having a hard time believing that he hasn't shown the extent of his anger yet.

"He attacked me, and I'm to believe that wasn't him too angry?" I ask. I keep my hips moving because, as serious as this conversation is, we're still going to have intercourse.

"He wanted you to fuck him, don't pretend to be coy about it now," Seth laughs. I bite my teeth at him, and the laugh silences, but his playful smile remains. I trace his lower lip with my thumb, watching his features soften for me.

"And what do you want, Seth?" I ask, leaning down to lick the seam of his lips. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, please," he whimpers, his breath warm against my lips, and he's just so soft and inviting, I can't help but lean into him again, our lips pressing into one another, our tongues tangling as I lift off of him enough to notch him inside of me.

I bring my body down, stretching to accommodate him in one smooth motion, our moans mixing as I wrap tight around him, clinging to him as I move with him. He bucks his hips up as I come down, our bodies smacking hard against one another while our mouths stay soft and caring. Seth tugs on one of my braids, just enough to get my attention. When I pull away, he gives me a devilish look.

"Want to see if you can make him really angry?"

"Right now?" I ask, the words turning into a cry as pleasure builds up inside me.

"Perfect time, don't you think?" Seth asks between grunts and thrusts.

"What do I need to do?"

Seth's smile is wicked as he palms my ass. I'm surprised when his tone turns needy and desperate, much like how he gets when Adam decides to tease him. "Whose cock is better, Essa? Which one of us do you like most in this tight pussy? Tell me it's me. Please, tell me you like mine the most."

My whole body goes taut like I'm a string being stretched to its limit. Seth's mouth is good for many things, and saying the rightthings at the right time is one of them. His eyes flicker from pale blue to milky white as his smile grows across his face.

"Oh, fuck please, Essa. Which of our cocks do you like more? Is it the one inside you right now? Tell me so I can make you come. I want to make you come so bad." His words are spoken right against my mouth, and it takes everything in me to even open my mouth with the pleasure building to a crescendo inside of me.

"Tell me you love my cock the most," Seth begs me, his hand moving from my ass up to the base of my spine, where my tail begins. "Please."

"I love your cock the most," I whisper as he grabs my tail by the base, and I all but go boneless on top of him as my climax sends sparks of pleasure through me. He finds his release at the same time, keeping a soft hold on my tail to keep me in place as though my body would release him until I'm sure I've drained every drop from him.

I'm faintly aware of Adam storming out of the bathroom. He's not as angry as Seth made him out to be because as soon as he sees us lying in bed, cuddling with one another, our bodies spent and our moods as high as they can be, he pauses his tirade, huffs in irritation before jumping into bed with us, soaking wet as he wraps his arm around Seth and tugs us both over so he can hold us.

When I begin to return to reality, I remind the males, "We have a wedding to get ready for."

"It can wait," Adam snaps at me, his hand a harsh hold on my thigh. I'm surprised he hasn't wrapped my tail around his hand to keep it close. He fucked me like that last night, using it to pull me back to meet his thrusts, and I came over and over. By the time he was done with me, I thought I was going to die from too many orgasms. "After that bullshit you both owe me."

"Fine, fine," I tell him, pressing my palm to his chest to help aid in calming him. "I love you both equally, minds, bodies,cocks. You both have all my love in all ways. But if it'll make you feel better, we'll suck your cock once we've caught our breath."

Adam's lip twitches in what could almost be called a smile.

twenty-seven

Essa

Seth, Adam, and I enter the theater room while others are still milling about, looking for their seats. Good, I thought we were going to make a foolish entrance right before the procession began.

We all three might be a little winded since I made them run through the halls with me since there was a very good chance we were going to be late.

Adam took too much joy in holding back his pleasure earlier. He then ejaculated on mine and Seth's faces, which, yes, please. I'd like very much to watch him coat Seth sometime and then maybe lick it off him. Even the thought is having me think things I shouldn't be at a wedding. Especially not my sister's wedding.

When I find our reserved seats toward the front of the room, I tell my males, "Sit, and please stay quiet."

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