Lost to the Orcs (Oyeon Orcs)

Chapter Twelve Heat

CHAPTER TWELVE: HEAT

I last five entire minutes before I find myself poking around. Too many weapons to make me comfortable. In fact, I don’t even know why they would need them aside from the mild hostility humans give them. But I haven’t seen or heard of all out warring. They even make jewelry to trade or sell, U’snar said so. But I wonder who is actually selling them. Are there other humans besides me? I don’t recall seeing any beating the rugs. I don’t try to move them because they seem in a strange hazardous organization.

I wonder how long they’ll be gone. I see a basket next to the door, next to the pile of clothing that likely needs washing. Especially considering that is where Jaedason tossed U’snar’s shirt. I roll my eyes. Men are the same everywhere. Doesn’t matter what damned universe or world you’re in!

I remember once, I’d had a lover who lived with me. Briefly, I might add. Because he was an even bigger slob than I was. To top it off? Helping me with chores was him reminding me that shit needed to get done and sitting down to watch me do the chores while he waited for queues in his games. His contribution was taking out the trash. I was done with him after a couple months. It only took that long because I knew he was just getting settled originally. But the last straw that broke the camels back so to speak, was when I clearly informed him of my displeasure of his ‘joining’ in the cleaning. Wherein he informed me that his mother said that is a woman’s job and he doesn’t need to step in.

I told him if he feels that way, he can go date his mother. I had him packed within two days. He was stammering the entire time.

I look down at the mess, glowering at it like it’s talking shit to me. But in reality, I’m only annoyed that the place is actually really clean and not damp like you’d think a cave should be. Especially when you think Orc or monsters. They aren’t supposed to be civilized enough to wear pants, or dresses of any fashion, like the few female Orcs I had seen outside wearing. They shouldn’t have rugs that they know how to beat or hamper baskets for crying out loud!

I pick up the clothing that smells absolutely amazing. Like sinfully so, and I push them into the basket. I slam it close. My breathing is heavy and my tummy aches with tension and pure need. I feel clenching at my core and I’m wet, like I’d just peed myself. What in the fuck.

Okay, then. Under no circumstances should I be near their dirty clothes. Nope, nope, nope. I look apprehensively at Jaedason’s room. Oh, that’s probably gonna be worse. Cringing, I take a deep breath. Distractions. That’s what I need. I sit back down staring at the tiny metal links on the table, the gems in what looks like a petri dish, and a magnifying glass.

Oooh. Is this where Jaedason makes his jewelry?? I look to my left and see an inconspicuous dresser. It blends into the shadows. I get out of the chair and walk up to the hulking thing. There are several drawers of varying sizes and I realize it’s not exactly a dresser but more like a cabinet because there are little cut out holes for door knobs.

I gasp in surprise. Inside this cabinet are amazingly crafted pieces of work. Tanzanite. Topaz. I see a sapphire. Those black pearls! A purple-red gem that is held in a specific dish by its lonesome. I wonder why.

“What are you doing?” My eyes widen as I feel hands wrap around my waist. I’m abruptly turned around. I stare into hardened honey.

“I-I was just looking around.” My words stammer out of me like a car on a bumpy road.

He removes a hand from my waist and the cabinet clicks closed behind me. “Do no’.”

I awkwardly nod, since my head is at nearly a 90-degree angle. “Okie dokie.”

He glares at me a moment longer before stepping out of my personal bubble. I take a deep breath of air but still smell him. Taste him on my tongue. Wonderful citrus. I nearly whine. Nearly. But I swallow it by turning away from him and bite my lip to silence myself. “So, what am I to do around here? While I wait for you two to do whatever it is you need to do?” I look over my shoulder when he doesn’t reply. He’s just arching a brow and leaning against the cabinet. Oh, it figures! He’s as tall as the damn thing! “You know, because you’re the chief and U’snar is the chief in training.”

He harrumphs and sits at the table. I groan. “Jeezus. What are you a teen? I thought you were turning 70.”

“U’snar speaks much.”

“Yeah, well, he was trying to get me used to the idea of being mated to a sweet Orc and apparently an ass.” I sit across from him on the little table but he just shakes his head. “Whatever.”

It takes me two hours of mindlessly sitting on my ass, staring at him doing something, I’m not sure which, before I stand. He looks up from his tinkering under that magnifying glass before looking back down. “What?”

I ignore him and walk to U’snar’s room.

A low grumbling growl reverberates through the air. I look over my shoulder to the fire in his eyes. “No.” The words are more guttural than actual words.

“I’m just looking. You’re busy so let me look around.” He lets out a deep sigh before standing. I groan. “You’re kidding me?”

He raises his brows his features shuttering to me. Even if there was an inkling of emotion, now he is a blank canvas. “I have no kit.”

“Never mind. Just stay and do your jewelry making. I’ll just look through U’snars stuff. I’m sure he will not mind.” He shakes his head and walks over to me and I don’t continue to look at him. I’m too annoyed and his eyes are too much like U’snar’s that it actually hurts a little the way he regards me with such annoyance half the time. But the only other part I can look at on him while staring straight ahead is his stomach and now I’m even more irritated. I mean, if I’m mad enough I can just punch him in the dick, I guess.

Or suck it.

“Oh, not that.” The whimper finally tumbles free. It’s loud in the silence.

Jaedason takes a deep breath before gritting out obscenities. It doesn’t matter what language they’re in, all curse words just sound the same. Especially when they’re said in anger. “You are nearing youer heat?”

“My what?” I frown, a ruddy color of embarrassment and irritation splashes across my cheeks. “Do you mean my period? Monthly bleeding?”

He shakes his head. “Heat. Arousal.”

“That can happen whenever!” I snap.

He takes a deep breath before covering my mouth with his overlarge hand. I’m flabbergasted and beyond pissed. So I bite him. But he doesn’t even flinch. His gaze just heats further. That’s not anger. I let go immediately. Licking my lips and his palm in the same instant. Oh, he tastes lovely. I watch his jaw tighten. “No. Orc’s know when others go int’ heat. When at their peak…kit bearing.”

“You know when I’m OVULATING??” Although I shout this beneath his palm it is extremely muffled and I’m pretty sure he didn’t understand me. I mean, he probably doesn’t know what the fuck ovulation is. Hell, it’s not even an Orc thing. This whole backwater world probably doesn’t know what the fuck ovulation is. I’m betting they blame the moon on my period.

“You weel be in youer time soon. No Orc can come near you without wanting o’ needing t’ breed wit’ you. Unless you mate. Is this youer first heat?”

I roll my eyes and push at his hand. He sighs and removes it. “If you’re asking if I’ve ovulated, peak time to have a baby,” I use my hands to talk and right now, they are flailing, “the answer is yes. I’ve been having my period and therefore ovulating since I was nine. So. Apparently, there were some things U’snar did not inform me. Would you be so kind as to tell me, what women go through here in your world?”

“ My world?” I will save a mental picture of his surprise. His confused pursed lips, eyes wide squinting and brows turned upward and pinching .

“And I can inform you about what U’snar and I have found out.”

~~~~~

Thirty minutes in and I have learned one hell of a thing. I sigh. My hands are in my hair as I rest my elbows on the table. Oh, fucking joy.

According to Jaedason, some women (and fewer men) in this world usually go through their heat after a certain age. Usually, it’s when they hit their twenties. If their family is not ready to barter off their daughters, they lock them up in a room for three days. The women are literally starved and left either in their own home like an attic, a basement, somewhere far away from other men that they will not be rutted. Joy of joys! Because a woman going through a heat will, in fact, give off pheromones that essentially say “FUCK ME” in neon pink, flashing on a Vegas strip with search lights indicating where to find them.

If their family does want to barter off their daughters a sure way to do it is to send them to their betrothed when it is noticed that the woman is going into heat. As apparently, I am. Because apparently a sure-fire way to get a woman tied down is to force a pregnancy on her by either her betrothed or they get married during her pre-heat week and then lock the bride and groom up together for the entire heat to ensure pregnancy. Which lasts longer than the three days when there are potential male(s).

I informed Jaedason that since girl who gave me her body and I are the same age, or at the very least seem to be, we’re already 27. I wouldn’t be in my heat. Wherein he informed me that yes, we start having them at 20 but we go into heat every two to five years. Potentially, this girl could have had two to three heats already. How I have no children is a god damn mystery.

The thought makes me pause. I look up at Jaedason and nearly whisper my question, “How do I know if I’ve had children?”

Jaedason looks at me in surprise. He’s been pacing back and forth this whole time. Absorbing everything I had told him. How I used to live in another world. How I died or thought I had, only to wake up in this body. U’snar’s ‘courtship’. Which he rolled his eyes at and said “that lying little something in Orc language .” I asked him what he said and he waved me off commanding I continue in his very own way. I’m assuming, even though I shouldn’t, that U’snar had lied about how Orcs court their mates. I’m not exactly surprised though. I wonder if even then he smelt my heat. Is that why he chose me?

“You have no’ bore any kits. Ay can smell. In truth,” He steps closer to me, sniffing. Jeezus I never thought smelling someone would be hot. But here I am, smelling him. Hearing him smelling me and I’m just squirming in my chair. “Hold still.” He hisses before dropping to his knees and holding my waist and hips in his large grasp. He breathes in, starting at the top of my head, the crook of my neck, between my breasts. I mew my need but he ignores me. Taking a breath in at my stomach and I squeak as he’s practically crawling at this point, his nose directly above my snatch. “You are clean. Perfection.”

His use of the name U’snar sometimes calls me fills my tummy with butterflies. God. Can he look at me like that all of the time??

Actually, on second thought, don’t. I clench my thighs tightly, as the tingle turns into a warm hum.

He stands up to his full height, his own arousal standing at attention in his pants and holy mother of all the gods in the universe, I can see why they wear those pants. It gives them so much room when they’re hard as a god damn rock.

But what gets my core clenching with pure need, isn’t just the sight. No that’s more eye candy than anything. I’m not even trying to think about how big it is. Or maybe I should because damn I have no idea how that’ll fit but this pre-heat is literally making me wonder how I’m going to try. How much it will hurt so fucking good . No, what is getting me is the fucking smell. His smell. My mouth is watering. I want to lick every damn inch of him. Suck every last drop out of the head of his cock.

Is this what people say being bewitched feels like? Fuck, my body is so hot.

“Done.” U’snar says when coming inside. But he abruptly halts when entering. He curses. The words dark and bitter.

“Explain.” Jaedason demands darkly.

“Her heat called t’ me.” U’snar states. He looks off to the left. “Thought it was further but I was wrong.”

Jaedason, advances on U’snar with a snarl. He starts talking back and forth between English and Orc. “Yew,” He growls a word I can’t understand, his accent so thick with his anger his words take a moment for my brain to wrap around it. “D’ye think?” Another word, this one half a growl and half something else that just squeezes my tummy as it washes over me. “30,000 Orcs on ‘he way ‘ere! An’ yew bring a ‘eated lass?”

“Thought we had time.” He grits, his eyes pleading.

“Time t’ mate? T’ care?”

U’snar nods, his hands in fists. He walks to me and kneels before my seated form. “Sorry Sunkissed.” He caresses my cheek and by the beloved he feels so nice against my skin. Not exactly cold but he’s cooler than me and it feels so lovely. “Do you no’ feel it?” He asks of Jaedason.

Jaedason glares at him. “Yew wish me t’ lie?”

U’snar shakes his head. “I wish for ‘he truth.”

Jaedason sighs. “Ay donnae want a human mate. Ay want a kit for yew. Ay…” He sighs, “Ay wish t’be cared for as Ay care. Complete. Ay wish t’be complete. Again.” The ache in him, I can feel an echo of the same in my own chest. The loneliness. The need to be loved. Unconditional care from another person. His accent is just as heavy as he speaks about his feelings. It seems, when he is heated or passionate, his accent is more prominent. “Bu’ Orc females are ‘he same. Bi’er an’ rage. Ay wish for kindness an’ love. There is my truth. Ay give it t’ ye, U’snar son o’ Jaeda.”

“That is my truth also.” U’snar states. “I wish for kind mate. Sweet Sunkissed mate with butterfly eyes.” I blink at him in surprise as he cups my cheek staring into my features. He smiles. “Yes. That.” Oh, he means how I blink my eyes. I haven’t noticed that their lashes are not as long as my own. “Pretty.” He takes a deep breath. “Perfection.”

I know they mean I’ve never been touched. How this girl survived in this world, I’ll probably never know. But she saved herself for someone who would love her. Someone who wouldn’t control her and breed her to keep her by their side. Like a brood mare.

“What is going to happen?” I ask licking my lips, my eyes trapped by U’snars stare. His honeyed gaze is staring into my soul and drawing it out into his arms.

“Ay must speak with Gorshak an’ Haugen.” Jaedason states, his words smoothing out as he calms.

“What o’ Narod?” U’snar asks, some fuzzy part of my brain remembers that is their brother .

Jaedason shakes his head. “No’ for some time. Ay must teach them how t’ greet ‘he other tribes. We weel be locked an’ hidden for 12 rises o’he sun. Twelve days. Mayhap fifteen.” Jaedason seems like he is overwhelmed with this new hitch in his plans. “So much work.” He huffs a long sigh. “U’snar, you weel help. She weel fare well for thrice more days at most.” U’snar stands and guides me to a pallet I hadn’t noticed before.

“Sleep. Stay. Here.” He sits me down.

It smells a bit musky, like dusty old clothes. I scrunch my nose as I feel the texture of the blanket and grimace. “Why can’t I stay in your bed or Jaedason’s?”

U’snar shakes his head, but Jaedason is the one who explains. “You weel go t’ heat faster. We prevent that with this.” He indicates the pallet. “Sleep. We will finish soon as we can.”

“Take your time.” Because in all honesty, the heat of my body has absolutely dissipated and suddenly it feels like it has drained me of all my energy. I stretch and yawn, laying down in the cot. There isn’t a pillow, but I place my head beneath my arms and nearly immediately fall asleep.

~~~~~

For the next two nights, I wake up off and on. My body running hot then cold. Aroused and needing. I’m in such need that I nearly cry. There is so much pain in my abdomen. Like cramps on fucking crack. Holy fuck!

The men are around but they don’t always approach me. They make me eat at interval's, even when I try to make them leave me alone. Stating that they need to get my intake up before they are unable to feed me anything. I swallow as much food as I can take down. But god damn I feel so full most of the time that it’s hard to take more.

When I’m not eating. I am sleeping. Or my eyes are cracked and watching them when they enter. My eyes are glued to them. To their forms going through the motions. Talking to others. Ordering them. Making concessions. The amount of food they devour is amazing to me. I asked in a whisper soft voice why and Jaedason looked at me, one plate in hand and him ordering someone before him. “Is for your heat. We must store nutrients for you.” His gaze is hooded. Hiding his emotions from me but as he turns away, I notice the hot honey in his eyes.

I state later after a clenching and panting session, how I feel like it can’t get any worse than this. But U’snar laughed. Rude. And I told him so.

I am proven wrong on the third night. The pain in my abdomen causes me to scream. It’s a howling pain that wraps itself around me in a vice like grip. I’m shattering into a million pieces starting from my abdomen and splintering to the rest of my body. Mother of every god in the stupid miserable world, help me!

I am burning. My body is melting to this pallet. I need water. Something cool against my skin. I’m going to die of a fever. Someone. Anyone.

Panting, I yank the clothes off my body. I whimper, “Not enough. It’s not enough. Please.”

“Sunkissed?” U’snar stumbles out of his room like the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. Seeing me cowed over myself, I hear him shout his brother’s name. I hear Jaedason curse, barking words in a language I don’t understand. His words thick and strong.

My body starts to ratchet up the heat, my legs tremble beneath me, and my pussy clenches on emptiness as the slick wetness drips down my thighs.

Oh fuck. I touch it and lift it to my face. What in the hell? I’ve never—I cry out as I crash to the floor. Curled in on myself as my body is wracked with shudders. I’m splintering again as my core clenches and unclenches. Want and need warring and consuming one another over and over again. “Jaedason! U’snar!” I cry. It’s a sob wrenched from the depths of my soul. I know deep down they can soothe this ache. I know they can make this all better. They and they alone can cool my skin.

I hear a loud grinding sound and murmured voices before a loud cranking crash is exploding in my ears. I whimper and cover them. The ground is too hard. It’s not cool at all. It’s just grating. I need soft. I need—

My body stands and stumbles. My nose twitching and searching. For what? I know not. But then I smell it. Heaven. Citrus. So strong. The accompanying smell of the dirt and the earth are so strong and fills the core of me with fire. The small little house chimney morphs into a bonfire taller than the trees .

I enter the citrus domain. There. I see it. The nest. Comfort. I feel an urge; a desire and demand deep within me. Clawing its way to the surface. A need to fix it. It doesn’t look right. I sit in it. Doesn’t feel right. I start grabbing things. Anything and everything that is important. Whatever I do not care for gets tossed out. This ugly shirt. Doesn’t belong. This pillow, here. Blankets piled there.

I don’t know who is handing me what. But I toss what I don’t care for and take what I like. Sometimes, it takes them wiping their hands or sweat laced skin on the thing I tossed away for it to join the rest and sometimes I just don’t want it. It feels wrong. Feels ugly. I do not want. I do not need.

I leave the room. It’s incomplete. I walk around; the need, my fire, temporarily doused for this exercise. I take the right, through the dirt and earth room. I grab things and start dragging them to my citrus nest. It is so incomplete and I need it. I want it perfect.

After what seems like minutes or forever, I breathe a sigh of relief. “Yessss.” I hiss rubbing my body against the scents. Filling it with my needs.

A hand touches me, wraps its fingers around my delicate ankle. It’s so deliciously cool. So strong and my belly quivers and clenches. I yank my foot inside but they keep their hold and pull again. A semi-growl more escapes my throat as I try to dislodge them. I will see if they are worthy.

Another hand reaches within my nest and an involuntary hiss escapes me. But they graze their hand softly against my foot. Coaxing. I hum.

There’s a mighty purr coming from outside my nest. It’s filling the void within my chest. I mew my need. The exercise complete, my nest beautiful, my body builds the fire once more. My pussy wet with need once again. Clenching. Unclenching. The rumbling purr gains a chorus and it is like my body complies.

I snake my hands forward and grip their wrists, even if I cannot grab them fully around and I tug them forward. I wish to speak but I cannot. It is only mews and whimpers. And need.

One pair of golden orbs glow at me. “Hush.” He murmurs. He’s strong . So strong . Murmurs the voice within me. I lick my lips and lean towards him. I lick his tusk before kissing him full on the lips. He kisses back and moans his needs. When we part, another pair of glowing orbs joins my nest and I mew my pleasure. Yesss.

This one begins to caress my outstretched leg. He massages the worn angry muscles. I sigh in contentment. Their hands. Oh, their hands are so lovely.

The symphony of purrs creates a song that tugs at my chest. Yes. It begs. Yours. It intones. A soft sound rumbles from inside me. It fills the air with acceptance and the salty smell of my slickened thighs. I can feel it soaking and coating the nest.

My kissing citrus mate’s purr turns into a rumbling growl that calls forth more. He hungers for me. They switch places. No longer does my earthy mate massage my legs but he climbs up to caress my stomach and weigh my breasts, heavy, within his palms.

He tweaks my nipple, tugging it and causing me to cry out. Becoming desperate. I lick his lips. His tusks. He licks me back. Kissing me ruthlessly. With how gently he has been touching me I wouldn’t have known that he could be so rough. He nibbles down my jaw. His tusks scraping my skin better than any five o’clock shadow ever could and it makes me shiver with delight. And then he takes my breast into his mouth. Rolling my nipple between his teeth. The bite making me hiss from the pain until he laps at it with his tongue.

Below, crouched between my legs is heaven. He laves at my slickened thighs. Taking every drop into him. Up one thigh and up the other. The rasp of his tongue rough and nearly like a cats. It’s hotter than my skin but it makes me squirm all the same.

“Please!” I cry. It’s hoarse like I’ve been screaming for hours.

He purrs his appreciation and need. “What do you want, human?”

“You.” I mew. “Please.” My hands slide between my thighs and spread my nether lips for him. Slick gliding down my lips and down to my ass.

He hums and laps more of me. Cleaning me of every drop. Caressing my back door with slight pulses of his tongue. It causes me to whimper when he breaches me for a second before continuing his journey to my cunt. He licks me up and down over and over, missing my clit and I whine. Thrusting my chest at one and my hips at the other. Please. Please. Please!

“Speak.” Growls the one between my thighs.

“My clit. Please.” A whine. A plea. Desperation on my tongue .

His eyes bear holes into my very soul. “Who am I?”

“Mate.” I hiss without hesitation. And he groans at the lust and need in my gaze.

“Mine.” He licks a circle around it and then rubs the tip of his tongue onto my bud. In seconds, I’m nearing. Oh god. I’m going to come.

I cry out, nearly a scream when he thrusts two fingers unprovoked into me. He doesn’t completely fill me with them. Just the entrance. Teasing. Gently thrusting. The bundle of nerves reacting and exploding me from the inside out.

I shout my ecstasy. It’s a growl, a cry, a scream. It’s filling the air around me; around us, and I realize how much they are aroused. I can smell them. Their thick precome leaking onto my nest.

I wiggle away and out of their grasps. They growl at me. But I merely get to all fours and lap at my earthy mate’s cock. He moans, hands caressing my hair. Pulling, tugging. He wants more but won’t take. Not yet. But I want him to. Need him to take me and take me until I can’t breathe without this earthy scent covering me. Spreading inside of me. Weeping from me.

I feel him. His cock at my entrance. Tracing it, grazing it. Gliding over it and thrusting between my lips. Citrus arousal tames me. Takes me. I gently thrust my hips at him. Silently begging him to take me while I lick and swallow the one before me.

“Mate an’ mine.” Murmurs the one before me as I open my mouth wide. I take him forward into me and his growl of need causes me to gush once more.

I feel the gentle breaching of my nether lips. Slow and steady. But I’m so damn tired of slow and steady. I pop his cock out of my mouth and lick it from base to tip while rocking my hips back and forth. Urging the strong mate to take me. He groans and trembles and I smile up at my other mate. Wicked delight glimmering within my eyes. And he growls deeper cupping my head and thrusting his cock into my depths.

“Mmmph!” I swallow him as best I can. He’s long and thick. Like taking a bat down my throat. I gag and swallow. Taking him and accepting every spurt from him. Behind me, there is a pause, I know he is watching my earthy mate take from me and the spice of his scent plumes the air around me. Thrilling me further as I know it arouses him. He bows himself over me, his mouth licking my neck. My whimper is muffled and vibrates against him.

“Mine.” He whispers in my ear before thrusting every last inch of himself within me. I’m so wet that it glides through my folds, barely a pinch but oh so full. His claw tipped hands grip my waist and slamming me onto his cock. And the tug of war begins.

My earthy mate pulls me off his cock nearly all the way. The head just at the entrance. And then Citrus mine yanks me back. Slamming me full and popping the cock right out of my mouth. Always, I cry out. For being filled with so much need and being deprived of so much as well.

Back and forth. Back and forth. I’m always full of either male and neither is better than the other but it’s so delicious. I wish they could take me at once. I’m just passed back and forth between them and I absolutely love it.

My citrus mate reaches up with one of his hands and plucks my nipple, gripping my breast, massaging and plucking over and over, while his other hand reaches down and around my thigh. Flicking my clit with a sharp claw. I scream.

The climax flooding my system with liquid. Squeezing the cock around my throat, the one in my cunt. The males growl and roar their triumph as they spill their delicious seed within me. Copious amounts. I can’t swallow it all though I try. It spills from around my lips and dribbled down my chin and neck. He scoops it up and rubs it into my skin. I can smell him, his need, his perfect scent.

Dripping from my cunt is my other mates seed and he too takes the excess and rubs into my thighs, my ass and back. Soon, I’ll be completely covered.

My mate before me pulls his cock out and lets his last spurts spray across my head and face. As does my mate behind me; on my back, my hair, my ass. Fresh cum.

But it’s not complete. I can feel it. Something is missing. Like the nest; I can feel it in my chest. An emptiness. I whimper. The strange but right noise in my throat causing dissonance. And the men purr.

I am stood on my feet between my two mates, them on their knees. Their cocks at either front and back of me. They murmur words in their strange tongue to me. Kissing my neck on either side and rubbing their still hard cocks on me .

Hands spread my ass and fingers thrust within. Dripping and coating my insides with cum and my slick. They lather me and stretch me until I’m whimpering in their arms.

“Ready, mate mine?” My citrus mate asks. I nod. Yes. I don’t know what they want but whatever it is, I need it. I want it. Whatever they desire. I do too. It’s not too long that I find out, as his cock finds its way within my ass. I clutch my earthy mate, clawing at his chest and shoulders and stand on my toes, as if I can crawl away from the fullness within me.

I don’t even get a breather as my earthy mate growls and thrusts his own cock within my cunt. I’m stretched to within an inch of myself. I’m a thread of string pulled taut. Mouth wide in a silent scream, I dig my nails into his shoulder and the men lift me. Their hands directly on top of one another. They don’t take turns this time. Don’t glide in one after the other. They fill me and leave me empty again and again.

All I can do is feel, moan and mew. Their growls fill the air around me. “Mate.” I whimper. “Yours. My mates.”

I clench and release, my climax exhausting my breath. I can’t breathe and I nearly black out as I’m wrung dry. Only to climb again and again to free fall to my doom.

Hands clutch my breasts and pinch my nipples between thick fingers as I feel breath on my left shoulder and neck.

Then another hand lifts my thighs wide open a thumb on my clit and another heavy hot breath on my right shoulder and neck.

I can feel it. It’s coming. Complete. I’ll be complete.

“Yes. Yes!” I scream as I climb once more.

“Mate.” I hear on my left.

“Mine.” I hear on my right.

And we explode. A raging inferno of absolute progenic need. I grit my teeth but then scream when they clamp their teeth on either crook of my neck. Sharp piercing, blood spilling, lapping tongues. My cunt and ass clutches around them as they spill, spill, spill. Flooding me and spilling all over the nest. Our thighs, our sex.

Pain in my mouth, sweetness fills my tongue as the need to bite fills me just as they do.

They continue to let themselves spurt after spurt inside of me as we lay down on our sides. I’m twitching and whimpering. Wanting more, needing rest. But momentarily satisfied.

“My mates.”

“Mate.”

“Mine.”

Their husky whispers and spilling cocks lull me into a quasi-sleep.