Oycher: Vampire Werewolf Menage (Sanibel Immortals), page 22
Terje spoke up. “Since we’re prideful males, we want you marked by Sage only where the three of us can see it.”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “Where only the three of us can see it?”
“He’ll bite you on the pulse point of your inner thigh, leaving a mark instead of healing the bite. This mark will be upheld in the vampire world the same as any contract,” Oycher explained. “In return, you offer him a small feeding now, and once a year thereafter.”
“Sounds like I’m getting the bargain, if he’s protecting me and my future children for the rest of my immortal life.”
Terje kissed her shoulder. “That’s my baby.” Oycher released her ass, and placed her on her feet. Terje pulled her against him, his chin brushing the top of her head. “I want to hold you while he feeds,” he whispered against her ear, holding back his Beast until Sage left the area.
Sage lowered himself to one knee, his leathers slightly creaking. He lifted her skirt slowly, exposing the porcelain perfect flesh known to any vampiress. As her dress moved higher upon her thighs, the moonlight danced across the lace of her sheer panties. Oycher could see the cleft of her bare pussy, her sweet lips rosy. Terje gathered her hem, so Sage could lick the inside of her thigh, finding the perfect, private place his Vojak wanted to place his mark.
“I’ve never marked a female,” he admitted hoarsely, his cock straining his leathers. He wrapped his gloved hands around her outer thighs, sniffing and licking all between her legs, his breaths becoming faster, choppier.
“Um.” Isla’s back bowed, her nipples pebbling for Terje’s hands when Sage bit high on her inner leg, right beneath her plump folds. She unconsciously brought her left thigh over Sage’s shoulder, pointing her toes with his first draw of blood.
Sage groaned, shuddering with the taste of Donor blood on his palate, and his claws shot through the ends of his gloves. “Mmm,” he mumbled between the second and third swallow.
“I can smell her ripening,” Terje growled, his Alpha Beast moving beneath his skin, his tribal markings shimmering. Then, in a burst of moment, Terje lost it and shredded Isla’s dress to confetti. When he made a move to rip off her panties, Oycher stayed him with a hand.
“Wait,” Oycher said levelly, “until he finishes this last draw.” Sage swallowed one last time, hissing, his blood high reaching the pinnacle of orgasm. Oycher moved his hand to Sage’s shoulder. “Breathe through it. Let it go.” Sage shuddered one last time and released the bite without closing it. With Isla’s supernatural ability to heal, the wound closed by the time Sage stood, but the mark remained clear. Her eyes were glassy, her hands in fists at her sides, she was holding back a climax as not to upset her males. This climax would have been only natural, so she had a lot to learn about relaxing.
Sage licked his lips. Terje’s head came down, his eyes fixed on Sage. The Vojak grinned. “I’m leaving.”
“D’akujem, Sage,” Oycher said meaningfully, knowing full well there would be a time soon when they would discuss his mercenary activity. Sage inclined his head and misted into the sky.
Oycher tore away Isla’s panties and watched her toe out of her shoes. Even her feet were hot, he mused as he stripped from his clothes. He could sense Terje warning surrounding immortals, focusing on shifters and vampires. He wanted no others around while they mated, apart from werewolf guards to oversee their privacy and protection. Oycher would not be offended in this, though he could easily protect Terje and Isladora while Terje concentrated directly on her during mating, but this was tradition, and Oycher understood tradition more than most.
Terje shucked his remaining clothes and wrapped his arm around her waist. She shimmied over him, rubbing her scent on his skin wherever she reached. He reveled in her emerging werewolf instincts, his breathing turning dark and needy.
Oycher gripped his cock, listening to Isla’s pulse throb right between her legs. Oh, if he could only feed from her for hours, he would.
Terje leaned her over his arm in a bending position, with the flat of his opposite hand. He adjusted her feet shoulder width apart and aligned his cock with her nether lips. “Claim you this night, my mate.” He thrust in one smooth stroke. But he didn’t stop and wait. Isla’s pussy quivered around his Nordic Inflixx just as a blue-tinged moonbeam hit him squarely in the chest. “I will never let you go after this.” Terje instantly became a snarling, relentless Beast, riding, riding, and riding. “Never, Isladora.” Her breasts were bouncing up and down, smacking his arm as he held her tight. Her mouth was open, her eyes widening in pleasure and a flicker of alarm. But Oycher could scent she wasn’t in pain.
She shook her head, her movement a blue blur. “Terje!” Isla dug her nails into his forearm, tiny streams of blood drizzling over his flesh. Oycher’s stomach howled and his cock stood straight out. He knelt in front of them, watching Terje’s balls dancing between her thighs. It was a sight, the thick flesh thwacking their mate deliciously. He flicked his tongue over the blood, lapping at the wine-like rivulets.
Terje lifted her higher, keeping his cock buried deep inside her pussy as he pulled her back to his chest. Terje’s butt clenched, holding her steady while Oycher moved his head and latched onto her clit. With a few swipes of his tongue and fangs, he coaxed her little nub out of its hood, angled his head just right, and pierced her with his fang.
“Argh!” she cried. This pain, on the sensitive bundle of nerves, would have been too much for a mere human. But she quickly hissed in pleasure as the sultry warmth of his endorphins heated her sex, her body eating it up as though it were candy.
“That’s it, my little vampiress,” Oycher coaxed, tugging at the pink tip with his lips.
“Move!” Her head flew back, clocking Terje right beneath his chin, but the pain turned him on, his jaw clenching as he fought to stay still. Teasing his mate was a rite of male werewolves. Oycher could see Terje’s balls tighten convulsively, as he suckled her clit harder and ran a probing fingertip over where Terje and Isla were joined.
She was stretching all around Terje, taking his werewolf’s cock to perfection. Terje started to move again, thrusting in and out. Oycher could see her cream slather Terje, her shiny arousal dripping down his cock.
Oycher pulled away slightly and lifted her by the backs of her knees, wrapping them around his waist so Terje could pick up the speed. Oycher pressed his cock against Isla’s stomach, allowing their torsos to offer warmth and friction to ease his sex. He brushed her hair to the side, eyed the vein he always tagged first, and drove his fangs clean into her. The pop of flesh beneath his bite shot a jolt of lightning through his balls.
She moaned as he swallowed her heady warmth, the delectable blood he craved day and night bursting on his tongue. He swallowed again, thrusting his cock harder against her stomach, the tip of his head moving between her sweat-drenched cleavage. Terje groaned, his eyes rolling back, his lips parting as he breathed through his canines. When she reached her blinding pinnacle, Terje growled as though he were in pain, stiffened, but held off his release.
Oycher withdrew his fangs, and Terje pulled his cock from her, keeping his hands under her thighs until he found a pile of soft palm fronds and settled her onto the ground. He loomed over her. “Mine.” His eyes glowing feral, their white-blue flares trained entirely on Isla.
“I love you,” she whispered, cupping his whiskered jaw.
He bared his canines, gripping her wrists and holding them above her head just as Oycher spread her knees wide. Terje moved his heavy balls over her chest, then her face, cocking his head in a wolfish way as he marked her with his scent. Next he lowered his face between her legs, where Oycher had pierced her clit. He swiped his face back and forth over her wet lips, taking in the scent of her arousal and leaving his scent simultaneously. A choked gasp left her when Terje released her arms and smacked her right on her mons, striking her extra-sensitive clit and increasing the sting from the bite. Oycher watched her literally throb between her legs as she begged for more. “Shush, we’ll relieve that pulsating ache soon.” He rubbed her knee as Terje used his lengthened tongue and slid it between her nether lips, loving her inner walls with its sandpaper-like, werewolf texture, his head moving back and forth as he swallowed her tasty arousal. Oycher held her still when she fought to get away from the pleasure. Terje was preparing her walls, expanding them for double penetration.
“Empty,” she sobbed, her stomach tensing. “I’m empty.”
“It’s easier on you, Moja žena, if he does this. We have big cocks for you to take inside, so relax.”
Terje pulled away, his face glistening with her arousal. He lowered next to her, turning her to straddle him. Her breasts were pillows against his inked chest, her ass a gorgeous sight straddling his hips. When he lifted her higher, he aligned her with his crown and slid her over his thickness bored with Nordic Inflixx. Isla’s sex swallowed nearly all of Terje. Her knees were on the fronds as she sat straight up on his cock. He ground her pussy with his pelvis, swiping those piercings all inside her.
Oycher groaned. Her lower lips were so reddened and stretched around his girth, but he knew she would take even more if Terje hadn’t kept his hand gripped around the base of his heavy erection.
Terje squeezed the lips of her sex around his dick. He rolled his hips, sliding incrementally in and out of her. The strain was killing him, his eyes completely feral. He swallowed roughly a few times as the moon moved higher, his Beast flaring all around him. His body growing, his claws unsheathed from his fingertips.
Three breaths in, one slow exhale.
Three breaths in, one slow exhale.
Three breaths in, one slow exhale.
“Mine!” he thundered, his Alpha Beast staring out, the glow lighting several surrounding feet of marsh. Up ahead in the trees, answering werewolves dotted the limbs as they protected this celestial mating from any intruders. Their magic akin, working in unison, they growled in collective approval. Sniffing the air, they smelled the heady aroma of sex, love, and possession.
Oycher lowered to his knees, moving his mouth over the globes of her ass, down her dark crevice. She gripped Terje’s nipple rings, yanking. He stared up at her with the intensity of a Beast. He moved his head and drew her nipple into his mouth and bit down with his lengthened canines.
“Oh!”
Releasing his bite, Terje flexed his hips. He cupped Isla’s throat in his big palm and nailed the soft tissue between her shoulder and neck, pinning her in the way of males. Her body trembled. The pleasure-pain wet her sex until Oycher could hear the suctioning, smacking sounds echoing around the marsh. Terje curled his lip, swallowing, though some of her blood drizzled onto her shoulder.
Oycher placed his hardened chest against her soft back, entering a few inches inside her sweet pussy. In the way of werewolf mating, they were to join their cocks as one inside her. Partially seated, he gripped her hips to steady the three. He kept threading upwards, sliding over her ridges, sliding over Terje, until they were united at the top. Claiming her body, claiming her soul, Terje released his bite and bayed at the moon.
Oycher flicked his tongue over her collarbone, lapping up the drizzling blood left behind by Terje. Terje slid down, nearly half way out. On his up glide, Oycher started moving down. Terje angled his throat to Isladora’s mouth. “Exchange with me under the moon,” he demanded on a rough gasp, “to seal our mating bond.”
Terje didn’t need to open his vein for her, she greedily extended her tiny fangs, licked her lips until they were plumped, and hissed in the way of a horny and hungry vampiress. She tagged him hard, making his cock jump inside her pussy. Oycher picked up the pace, sensing Terje’s Inflixx vibrating against his circlet, his cock going in whenever Terje pulled out. Her sheath so filled with the two that she was close to bursting, but she accepted them wholly, completely.
She was made for this.
“I’m…going…to spend,” Terje said in the distorted voice of his werewolf.
Oycher shuddered, holding still so Terje and he could align once more at the mouth of her womb. They proceeded to plunge in and out together, one large cock moving in and out of the hot silk of her body. She tightened all around them, sucking them higher. Her clenching heat brought on the first bursts of Terje’s seed, and then he let go, completely jetting inside her. Oycher followed right after, his release thrusting forward, filling her alongside Terje until they overflowed her pussy with liquid fire.
Isla fought her orgasm, unable to place it where it needed to go. “I can’t…too much.”
A surge of Nordic power left Terje’s body, feeding hers. And that’s all it took. Oycher watched her fall apart between them, her mouth opening on a silent scream. God, she was beautiful. All theirs. “You complete me, Nevesta.”
Terje’s werewolf studied her with an unblinking stare. “I am given.”
“I… am given,” she repeated, glancing over her shoulder at Oycher.
Oycher smiled down at her, his heart lighter than air. “Now, it’s time to dance beneath the stars.”
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