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Thorn grips my hips and, ignoring Krall, just starts absolutely hammering my pussy, asserting himself in a deliciously rare way.
“She’s mine,” he growls. “This tight little cunt is mine, too. Tell them, Tabby. Tell them how much you love being fucked by me. Tell them both how much you enjoy being mated by someone the right fucking age to mate you.”
“Don’t take shots at age, boy,” Krall growls, taking the bait immediately. He holds himself still in my ass so that I’m not hurt by Thorn’s rougher fucking. That has the effect of making me feel like I’m impaled on a rock-hard staff of flesh as my pussy is railed hard and fast.
I make the most unseemly animal sounds as I get close to coming again, especially with Thorn’s cock swelling inside me again. I’m going to be knotted again. A second load of seed is about to fill my pussy, and there’s nothing I can do to escape. I just have to take it.
Those thoughts make my clit tingle as I am fucked to another rough orgasm. Thorn shouts in triumph as he comes inside me again, forcing his cock deep inside me as his knot swells and stretches my sensitive pussy one more time. I feel a delicious ache and a coming apart as Krall reaches around me and strums my clit, ensuring I shake and wriggle on his cock, my ass tightening as Thorn comes inside me.
“Pull free of her as soon as you can,” Krall says, his voice tight. “I need to fill this tight little ass up.”
Thorn is too spent to argue about that. His knot deflates a little quicker this time, because it’s a second load he just gave me. Krall picks up the slack as it were, almost immediately, as Skor comes to the front and pushes his cock inside my pussy too.
“You don’t deserve to fuck her,” Thorn says as he’s nudged out of the way.
“And yet I am fucking her anyway,” Skor says without a hint of shame.
For what feels like a third time, I am taken by my mates. Thorn takes advantage of my empty mouth and uses my lips to clean the seed and pussy juice from his cock while Krall fucks my ass with long, slow strokes and Skor pushes inside my pussy and holds himself there.
Krall reaches around from behind again and rubs my clit, forcing me into orgasm after orgasm. I can’t stop. My whole world hasbecome these three commanding, demanding, dominating cocks that fill me up in every orifice over and over until my senses are so wrapped up in the simple animal act of being fucked that it is some time before I realize that they are done with me.
I open my eyes to find that I am lying on the bed, Krall’s fingers lightly toying with my cum-soaked clit. I am made to tremble with loving pleasure all night long until sleep finally mercifully takes me.
CHAPTER 15
Tabby
The next morning, it is time to go.
“It is time we left, Father,” Krall says politely. “Perhaps you will visit us in Eclipse.”
“Perhaps I will grow wings and start to feed on berries,” his father responds in the extreme negative. “But you are always welcome here, my sons, and things will not be as they were. Change has come.”
He is right about that, I reflect as we leave. Change has come. I’ve lost something I’ll never get back, and so has Skor. Maybe it was never really ours to have.
Krall is driving. Skor is sitting beside him in the front passenger seat. Thorn and I are in the rear, lolling around and not wearing our seatbelts in a way that is making Krall threaten to pull the car over if we don’t start listening to him, but we don’t anyway.
“Do you think you’re going to run away again?” Thorn asks the question with a gentle, almost conspiratorial interest. He asks it softly, but the car is small and we all have the hearing of wolves, so I know the others heard it.
I shake my head. “I can never go back to the mountains. I would die there. I have been changed in ways that make me…”
I am trying not to sound sad, because I am not sad, but I am aware the words will have that effect.
“Weak,” I say, finishing the sentence.
“I never wanted to take your power,” Skor says.
“Yes, you did. Of course you did. You hungered for it. You couldn’t help it. Because you needed it. And maybe that’s what it was always for. I couldn’t spend my whole life fighting demons. Maybe I’ve fought enough of them. Maybe it’s time to be happy.”
“No fucking maybe about it,” Thorn declares, shoving a brown bag into my hands. “Take this. I got it for you at the gas station.”
I look in the bag, and I see a round piece of something like pastry covered in pink glaze and little bits of colored sugar.
“What is it?”
“A donut,” he says. “And there’s more where that came from, baby.” He grins at me with light dancing in his eyes, and I know for an absolute fact that this man will spend the rest of his life bringing me any kind of sweet treats I want.
We speed toward Eclipse, toward a bright future full of love and candy and babies.
