Mated by Twilight (True Match)

Chapter 29

Sollit

Leah was distracted. Though her responses were all appropriate and well timed, he could tell how far away she felt, even in his arms. He didn’t need the quick glance Tillos sent him, or even the concern he felt coming from him, to tell him that.

But she calmed down and she ate her food and that was progress enough. When she begged them not to give her another bite and he could tell how full and firm her little belly had become, Tillos set aside the tray and instead crawled between her legs to lay his head down right over her pelvis.

Leah’s breath caught, but she didn’t attempt to move him away. Which Sollit took as permission to begin stroking his thumbs under her breasts. Barely caressing her. Both of their touches intimate, but very easily able to just be comforting if she showed signs of discomfort.

So jumpy their female was, but he didn’t mind that. He enjoyed the way she made them work for it. He’d have done so much more than just get her food and help calm her fears.

“Sing him the tree song,” Tillos encouraged, placing a kiss right there on the curve of her lower belly as he stroked her calf.

“Oh, yes,” Sollit agreed eagerly, no idea what he was talking about, but playing along like Tillos had raved about the tree song for days. “Sing me the tree song, aevea .”

She chuckled and did so. Her voice was thready and weak, uncertain of herself, but at least it wasn’t getting caught in her throat this time. The cute little song made him smile as he trailed his lips along the shell of her ear, cupping her breasts a bit more blatantly.

Her voice faltered, but didn’t stop.

“Keep singing,” Tillos told her when the song came to an end. Pressing a kiss atop her thigh this time. Giving her positive associations to singing to try to combat the large, negative ones her poor excuse for a father had imprinted on her.

It took her a moment, but she eventually began singing – a different song this time. It was in her native tongue, telling him it was too complex to translate into Standard as easily as the tree song. But he didn’t care because she was singing, and it was lovely.

To reward her, he lifted her shirt, sliding his hands under and cupping her breasts again, this time with his bare palms. He flicked at her rapidly hardening nipples with his index finger as Tillos used the opportunity to lay a string of kisses on her bare belly, right above her pant hem.

“Sing again,” Sollit told her this time after the song ended while Tillos caressed her thighs.

She did, but the song was broken this time. It was harder for her to get out around her little whimpers and gasps.

“Let me taste you this time,” Tillos whispered, tugging at her pants, but not pulling them off. Looking at her for permission first.

Leah hesitated then before asking, in a soft, stuttering voice, “J-just taste…?”

“Just taste,” he assured her, letting his tongue loll out, using the tip to draw curling, nonsense shapes on her belly. A promise of what he would do lower if she would let him.

“You control us, aevea ,” Sollit whispered in her ear, massaging her breasts. Rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “Look at him. How eager he is to taste your pretty cunt. Tell him to do it. Give him permission. He yearns for it.”

Tillos groaned in agreement, flicking his tongue at her belly button. Pretending he was eating her tasty juices, moaning in pleasure at the very idea.

“I… I…” She was struggling to speak. It was adorable. But they wanted to hear her say it. Sollit could feel that burning need in Tillos’ chest as surely as his own.

“Tell us what you want,” Tillos begged her.

Sollit moaned his agreement. “Tell him how you want him to lap at your achy little clit. Tell me how you want me to kiss you breathless. Tell us what you need. We want to give it to you.”

“I…” She was struggling. He could feel the words vibrating in her chest, begging to be released, but trapped in her throat.

He raised one of his hands, holding her there. Not to choke, just to grab and squeeze. Like he might be able to encourage them to come out.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“Tell us,” Tillos ordered, fingers digging into her hips.

“I want…”

“Yes?” They prompted at the same time.

“Please…” She whined, whimpering. Desperate for their touch. If she could just get it out, if she could just say it, they’d give her anything.

But they needed her to say it.

Sollit bit her ear. Tillos bit the curve of her belly. The spark of pain made her shout-

“Dicks!”

They froze. All of them. Shocked by what she blurted out.

Leah smacked her hands over her mouth, moaning in mortification.

Sollit grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her face. Refusing to let her deny, even to herself, that she’d said that. What she’d just asked for.

“You want our dicks?” Tillos smirked, fangs glinting in the light.

Sollit chuckled in her ear, making her shiver. “They’re yours, aevea .”