Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

31. Mara

31

MARA

T he warmth of Garron's body against mine is a stark contrast to the chill of the night air as he carries me back to the hut. My cheeks flame with embarrassment, not only from the intimacy we just shared, but from the tenderness with which he handles me. It's as if I'm made of glass, fragile and precious.

The hut's door creaks open, revealing Calo and Lazir, their eyes wide and alert. They're awake, and they're staring—judging, perhaps. My heart pounds in my chest.

Calo's voice cuts through the silence, his words a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "Did you just sleep together?" His gaze flickers between us, searching for an answer.

Garron's voice is steady, betraying no hint of regret. "Yes."

The single word hangs heavy in the air, and I feel the weight of their stares. Lazir steps forward, his eyes locking onto mine. "So, you have to choose now," he says, the challenge clear in his voice.

Choose? The thought sends a jolt of panic through me. This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to drive a wedge between them, not cement my place in their fractured trio. But as I look at each of them—their faces illuminated by the dim firelight—I realize the truth. I don't want to choose. I want them all.

My voice comes out stronger than I feel. "I don't want to choose," I say.

Lazir's eyes narrow. "What are you saying, Mara?" he asks.

"I'm saying... I want all three of you." The confession falls from my lips before I can stop it, raw and honest. "I care for each of you, in different ways. Can you accept that?"

Silence. The world seems to hold its breath, waiting for their response. My heart races, my palms sweat despite the cool night. What have I done? Am I mad to suggest such a thing?

Finally, Lazir speaks, his voice low and thoughtful. "This is... unconventional."

Calo interrupts, his tone earnest. "But if it's what Mara wants..."

Lazir holds up a hand, silencing him. "It's not just about what Mara wants. It's about what we can handle—as a team."

Their eyes meet, a silent conversation passing between them. I watch, my heart in my throat, as they come to a decision. A decision that could change everything.

Lazir's hands are gentle as he lowers me onto the soft blanket covering the hut's floor. My heart beats a wild rhythm in my chest.

"You're ours, Mara," Lazir whispers, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes, dark and intense, hold mine as he leans down and captures my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue soon delves into my mouth with a possessiveness that leaves me breathless.

Calo's touch is a stark contrast to Lazir's urgency. His fingers trail a path of fire down my stomach, coming to rest at the apex of my thighs. He parts my legs with a tender reverence that makes my heart flutter in my chest. His breath is warm against my sensitive flesh, and when his tongue flicks out to taste me, a jolt of pleasure shoots through my body. His hands soon hold me in place as he feasts on me. The sensation is overwhelming, and a moan escapes my lips, muffled by Lazir's insistent kiss.

Garron's large hands cradle my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples into hard peaks. He stares into my eyes as he leans down, his tongue darting out to circle my left nipple before taking it into his mouth, sucking and nipping gently.

"Please," I beg. I don't know what I'm asking for, only that I need more—more of them, more of this all-consuming desire.

Each of them lavish attention on me, their mouths and tongues igniting a fire that threatens to consume me. Lazir's lips move from my mouth to my jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His hand finds my right breast, kneading and caressing it as Garron lavishes attention on my other nipple. Calo's tongue swirls and flicks against my clit with practiced ease.

I'm trapped in a whirlwind of sensation pulling me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. My hips buck against Calo's mouth, needing the release that I can feel building within me.

"Oh, gods," I gasp. I'm teetering on the edge of something monumental, a wave of ecstasy that promises to sweep me away. "I'm... I'm close," I whimper, my body trembling beneath their touch.

Lazir's voice is a low growl in my ear. "Let go, Mara. We've got you."

The dam within me breaks, and I'm swept away by the tide of my release. My body convulses, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. I'm vaguely aware of my own voice crying out, the sound echoing off the wooden walls.

"We're just getting started," Calo says, a promise of more pleasure to come.

I nod, my body still trembling. Garron positions himself between my legs, the head of his large member teasing my entrance. I'm slick with desire, my body more than ready for him. With a single, powerful thrust, he's inside me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious stretch that quickly morphs into pleasure.

Behind me, Lazir's hands grip my hips tightly. He's patient, taking his time to prepare me, his fingers slick with saliva as he circles my other entrance stretching me. "You're so tight, Mara," he groans in my ear, his voice strained with need.

I soon feel the head of his large member pressing against me, and I force myself to relax through the initial discomfort. He slides in slowly, inch by torturous inch, until he's sheathed fully inside me. The feeling of being so completely filled by both of them is indescribable, a sensation that's both foreign and exhilarating.

Calo kneels in front of my mouth, his eyes dark with desire. "Open for me," he whispers, guiding his large member to my lips. I part them obediently, taking him into my mouth.

They move in unison, their movements synchronized as they thrust into me. It's a dance of bodies, a symphony of pleasure. Garron's strokes are deep and steady, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each forward motion. Lazir matches his rhythm, his movements restrained but powerful. Calo's hands tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as I suck him.

The sensations are almost too much to handle. I'm caught in a maelstrom of pleasure, each stroke, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"Come for us, Mara," Lazir growls, his breath hot against my ear.

My orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning, fierce and unrelenting. My body convulses around them, my muscles clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses. I cry out, the sound muffled by Calo's member still lodged in my mouth.

The feeling of my climax triggers their own releases. Garron buries himself deep inside me, his body shuddering as he finds his release. I feel the heat of his seed filling me completely.

Lazir follows suit, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts into me one final time. His member pulses inside me, his hot release spilling into my depth and overflowing out of me.

Calo pulls out of my mouth just in time, his member spurting his warm seed onto my chest. I watch him through hooded eyes, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the last waves of my orgasm wash over me.

"I... I didn't know it could be like this," I confess.

Spent and sated, the four of us collapse into a tangled heap of limbs and bodies.