He rocked his hips, his dick plunging to its root. His hands biting into her soft hips, tightening when she pushed back into his body. He whimpered his shaft, moving deeper, her muscles gripping him, holding him in place. Mace dug one claw into her hip, slapping her other butt cheek and smiled at her moan.
“Behave,” he mumbled, jerking his hip against her again before withdrawing to his tip. “If you don’t, I’ll stop,” he slapped her other butt cheek and plunged to his root again, making her gasp.
“You feel so good, Mace.” She flicked her hair over her shoulders, looking up into his eyes. “I love when you fuck me in the ass.”
Mace pulled her against him with a hard jerk of his hips, she mewled, hissing with pleasure.
“I love doing you in the ass, Chloe. It’s sublime.” He thrust again with a sigh of contentment.
Chloe’s shoulders settled on the bed, her back arched, her butt sitting higher. Mace changed his angle, sliding his dick in and out with quick short bursts before slowing, leaning over her body and cupping her hanging breasts.
“Roll. I want you…”
Holding her waist, he sank to his root and rolled them over. She was now riding him, her hands cupping and massaging his aching balls.
“Yes,” he hissed, jerking up as she pressed down. “I want your boobs.”
Chloe lifted up his pole, turning her body until she was facing him. Pressing down again, she rubbed her clit along his body, closing her eyes with the heat of pleasure. She opened them when she felt his hands tugging her tight, achy nubs. She learnt forward surrounding him with her hair as his mouth latched on, sucking and biting. Holding her in place, he kissed her soft skin, dipping his head and mouthing her nubs again, biting them.
“I need more,” she moaned.
Mace reached for the drawer opening it, taking out girthy, he stroked the dildo through her pussy lips, wetting the surface.
“Lift up, sweetheart,” she rose up on her knees until just the head of his dick was in her ass. Mace sat up a bit, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers; he placed Girthy at her entrance. “Move down, slowly.”
Chloe gasped as the head of the dick, entered her sheath. “Girthy is so big,” she bit her lips. “Need lube.”
Mace grabbed the lube, pouring some on his hands, wrapping one around Girthy and spread his other fingers up inside her hole and over Girthy’s head. Her body moved; she squealed, letting her body slide down Girthy and his dick. Mace hissed.
“Fuck that feels amazing,” he grabbed her hips slowing down her decent.
“Please, I … yes…”
He watched her descend over his dick and Girthy. His dick twitched inside her. Chloe moaned, smoothing the rest of the way to his root, settling on top of the fake balls on Girthy.
“God, I wish this was a vibrator,” he hummed, jerking up hard, making her whine. She lifted her hands to her face.
“Shit, I’m going to sneeze.” It was too late to push her off. Her muscles clamped around him hard. He felt like she was strangling his shaft. He closed his eyes when she sneezed a second time. He yelled, lifting her up. She giggled, wiping her nose before sliding down his dick and Girthy once more.
“Christ, Chloe,” he whimpered.
“Soz. Now fuck me, babe.” she smiled and began to rock back and forth, up and down, her body humming with pure sensation. “Love this. You feel so good. Yeah…” she bounced on his dick.
The bedroom door opened, Dafydd entered his eyes connecting with Chloe’s.
“Started without me. I might get jealous…” he snarked.
“Come here, Darling. Fuck my mouth.”
He opened his jeans, letting them drop to the floor and pulled out his dick, stroking his twitching length. Crawling on the bed, his eyes narrowed when Chloe leant forward, sucking his pole into her mouth.
“Fuck, yeah. Though I’d prefer your pussy,” he moaned when she licked his length, sucking him to the back of her throat.
“Lie on the bed, and we…”
“Mace…” he turned to look at Dafydd. “Get out of her ass and let me…fuck Chloe, careful with your teeth,” he swore. “I want your pussy, babe.”
“Lie on the bed, and I’ll…”
“Doggy style,” he hissed when her tongue rubbed over his sensitive bit under the head of his dick. “Mace…”
“Fine,” Mace rolled, pulling out. Chole whined, yanking off Dafydd and turning her back to him, getting back on her hands and knees. Mace slapped her buttocks, wandering off into the bathroom to remove his condom. By the time he was back, Dafydd was slamming deep inside Chloe’s pussy. Mace stood watching them, his dick still needing satisfaction.
“Fuck my mouth, Mace. Harder Dafydd,” she clenched him, making his hiss.
Mace knelt in front of Chole, lining up his shaft. Smiling, she opened her hot mouth, and he was inside, sliding down her throat, his balls slapping her lips.
“Damn,” he muttered as Dafydd slammed hard, his dick went deeper. Chole sucked, twirling her tongue when he roared, releasing cum down her throat. “Fucking hell,” he panted, his pole slipping out.
Chole started to push back against her partner. Panting, her back arching, eyes closing with pleasure.
“G-god,” she gasped. “Faster, Dafydd,” she whimpered.
“God damnit,” he roared as she clamped around his shaft.
Chloe screamed. Dafydd ejaculated his cum with a roar, pressing hard against her butt spurting over her walls, feeling her muscles milk his dick until his balls were empty. They crashed onto the bed in a heap, curling into each other, falling asleep.
Mace threw a duvet over them, shifted to his cat form and padded out to curl up in front of the fire.
Pieter looked up, nuzzling his mate, washing his face. Mace smacked him away. Grumpy and wanting to be alone.
“What’s the matter?”
“She doesn’t want us. She has him,” he mumbled.
“Don’t be daft. You know she loves us.”
“He’s taking over,” he snapped.
“Rubbish,” he shoved Mace over, patting his furry stomach. “You’re my mate, anyway. Aren’t I enough for you anymore?”
“I want her too.”
“You sure you’re just not jealous.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You’ve been different since Nerina was here. What did she do to you?”
“Nothing. I fucked her brains out, and she wanted to stay.”
“You miss her?”
“I dunno. I suppose. A bit… Not really…I want Chloe.”
“I want you. I love you, Mace.”
“I know,” his paws grabbed his face bringing their noses together. “I love you too.”
“If you want.”
Pieter rolled away. “I’m losing you aren’t I?”
“No, of course not.”
“If I want! What about what we want,” he growled and stalked off to the spare bedroom they sometimes used.
“Damn, Pieter,” he sighed, getting to his feet he padded down to their bedroom, nosing the door open he found Pieter in his human form lying naked in the middle of the bed, face down in the pillows. Mace jumped up on the bed onto Pieter’s back and curled up. “I just want a woman to love as well, Pieter.”
“Aren’t I enough anymore?” he rolled over, letting Mace settle on his stomach and rubbing behind his ears. They stared at each other. Mace shifted suddenly, straddling Pieter, their dicks laying together. “We don’t have enough ‘us time’ do we.”
“We have some now,” Mace leant forward, nipping at Pieter’s hard nubs.
“I suppose we do,” he pulled Mace down into his chest. “I want…yeah, this,” he muttered when their dicks slid together, throbbing, thickening. “I want you to impregnate me.”
Mace stilled, lifting his face; he looked into his mates eyes. “Whoa there, Pieter. Not sure if kittens are on the books.”
“I need… I need this, Mace. I want to mate with you totally. I’m already in heat.”
“Thought you smelt a bit different.”
“I’m horny. I need you to fill me with your cum.” His hand curled around Mace’s thick shaft, spreading his pre-cum down his length. “I want this with you, babe.”
“Kittens,” he mumbled. “Not sure I can handle kittens,” he grumbled.
“We’ll be fine,” he tightened his grip, lifting his hips and legs wide. “Make love to me, Mace.”
“Fuck,” he growled when Pieter wiped his throbbing shaft up and down and over his hole.
Mace lifted Pieter’s dick and balls, taking hold of his own dick he lined up with Pieter’s entrance and slammed home. Pieter hissed out at the invasion, slapping Mace.
“I said make love to me, not fuck me,” he groaned, enjoying the throbbing invasion. “You feel so damn fine.”
“I love you, Pieter,” he kissed up Pieter’s stomach, pushing his legs higher, opening him wider. “Love your butthole,” he moaned, withdrawing to the tip before plunging back.
“Holy…” Pieter whimpered when Mace hit his prostate. The pleasure made his own dick pulse harder, pre-cum leaking from his tip onto his stomach. “Again,” he groaned. “Love me, Mace,” he let go of his legs, curling them around Mace’s hips, lifting up into his jerking hips while holding him tight.
This lips clashed, tongues thrusting in time with Mace’s thick pole. Deep and hard. Maces hands moved to Pieter’s shoulders, pushing him down, moving faster. In and out, back and forth like pistons on a train. He felt Pieter’s balls draw up, his own spine tingled, knowing it was nearly time to blow his load. He pushed in harder, panting, lifting his sweaty body up, watching his shaft disappear. He wrapped his fingers around Pieter’s dick, his other hand massaging his balls.
“Mace,” he groaned. “I’m cumming,” his loud moan erupted with his cum, spraying over his stomach and chest. Mace continued to thrust, losing himself when he felt Pieter ejaculate over his hands. His hips pressed deep against Pieter, his aching balls tight as he came hard, his whole body shuddering, spurting cum inside Pieter, covering his walls like a splash painting. On and on until he felt his root thicken, stretching Pieter wider. Pieter hissed in pain, clinging to Mace, holding him in place until he collapsed over his chest, smearing Pieter’s cum between them.
“Sorry. I can’t move.”
“Fuck, Mace. You could’ve warned me.”
“Thought you knew. It’s why I don’t do this.” He joined their lips.
“No idea. Never done this before,” he muttered.
“You’re growing again.”
“Yeah. Next round is the live round, babe.” He began to jerk his hips. Pieter wailed, Mace slammed his mouth down on his, stealing the sound and let his dick throbbed, stretching Pieter.
Pieter tried to ignore the pain when unknown pleasure hit him hard. Mace erupted. He felt his seed explode, spurt after spurt until Mace collapsed, his body relaxing, the knot disappearing, they both lay there panting.
“Fuck me,” moaned Pieter.
“Yeah. I think so. Do you think it worked?”
“Of course, it did.” He sat up and began cleaning his mates stomach. “I’ll just get a damp cloth. Have you clean in no time,” smirked Mace.
“I’m not sure Chloe is going to be pleased with more cats in her house.”
“She’ll get over it,” he replied from their ensuite. “I’m sure she’ll adore the kittens.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“What will be, will be,” he muttered, wiping the warm cloth over Pieter’s stomach and removing the sticky cum. “If we have to leave, so be it. She has her own lover.”
I had to be walking past the spare bedroom when I heard those words. Popping my head around the door, I saw my two adorable, naked shifters tending to each other.
“Who has her own lover?”
Mace jumped as if he’d been scalded. Pieter pouted. “You do. You don’t seem to want or need us anymore. You’re always with him,” he grumbled.
“I need you guys,” I stepped inside, closing the door behind me and leant against it. “I always need you guys,” I crossed my arms under my breasts.
“No, you don’t, Chloe. As soon as he walks in, you ignored me, sent me away after fucking your mouth.”
“Thought you liked fucking my mouth.”
“I do, though I prefer your sheath. Better still, I’d prefer it without a condom so I can feel your skin sliding against mine, gripping me. You never let either of us in without a condom.”
“I don’t want kitties,” I snapped.
“You’re not our mate. We can’t have kitties with you. It only works between us when Pieter’s in heat.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, staring at me.
“You never said.”
“You never asked, Chloe,” said Pieter.
“So much wasted time. How about we remedy this. You know I love you both.”
“What about Dafydd?”
“He’s my mate, the same as you two are for each other.” I dropped my robe to the floor, pushing Mace out of the way; I straddled Pieter, who was stroking his long dick. Licking my lips, I lifted my hips hovering over him, letting his engorged head slide through my pussy lips until my juices were dripping down his pole. Mace pressed on my butthole, his fingers moving through my lips, opening my up. Pieter’s shaft nudged my entrance, and I started to inch down his length as he spread me open.
I heard Mace moan. He must have been watching me gobble Pieter’s dick up.
“Lift again, Chloe,” he whispered.
I lifted up and slid down, taking more inside until my pussy hit his balls.
“You feel amazing.” Pieter gasped. “Soft and tight,” he jerked his hips up, making me squeal. I started plunging up and down his shaft, faster and harder when Pieter grabbed my hips rolling us, his butt now in front of Mace. “Do me again, Mace,” he urged as he continued fucking me. “Please,” he groaned.
“I want in her next.”
“Whatever, Mace. Now do me,” his hips continued to slam against me, jerking my shoulders forward. A sudden violent thrust had me whimpering. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Mace had mounted Pieter and was pounding his ass as if tomorrow would never arrive. Long hard thrusts had Pieter gasping as his dick pushed deeper inside me.
“Fuck,” I wailed. Pieter joined in as Mace roared his release, back-arching, eyes closed, hips so close they looked like they were locked together.
“Mace,” Pieter screamed, as his mate held him tight, pounding our bodies together. Pieter roared. I felt his cum saturate my sheath as I shattered beneath them and collapsed. Pieter wailed. I watched as Mace grabbed his hips.
“Roll from under him, Chloe,” I moved quickly at the urgent demand, sitting up and watching as Mace held Pieter hard, one of his hands soothing his back. Pieter was slick with sweat and continued to pant.
“Please, Mace,” he groaned as if in pain.
“Is he okay?”
“He will be soon. He’s in heat. I knotted. He’s pregnant.” Mace smirked at the shock on my face.
“You sure he didn’t impregnate me too?”
“Positive. He only shoots blanks, and I’m only fertile when he’s in heat.”
“Mace…” Pieter pleaded. “Please…”
“Nearly there now, babe,” he kissed up Pieter’s spine and back down again, slowly pulling his huge, thick dick out. It was the biggest I’d ever seen him.
“Bloody hell,” I pushed away, nearly falling off the bed.
“Not for you, don’t worry about it.”
“How can he be pregnant. He’s a guy?”
“He’s my Omega. I’m the Alpha, or hadn’t you noticed,” Mace smirked. He lifted his mate into his arms. “We’ll see you later. I’m going to give him a bath,” he leant over, kissing my lips and left, carrying Pieter in his arms.
“He’s pregnant…whatever next,” I sighed and heading for the shower in my own bathroom.