36. Not so private pool

Drawn by that scent and the sounds coming from the back patio sanctuary, Toren wandered his way out to them. Seeing the lovely healer caught in the throes of lust made him stiffen; blood swelling his long length. He stood by the doorway, teetering between giving them privacy. They were mates after all.

Emmalyn’s entire body bounced hard from the combined thrusts of her mates as they plowed into her hard and fast. Her breasts bounced almost painfully. She closed her eyes, feeling herself getting so close to that edge of no return, the point at which her control would leave her, and her body would release her pent-up lust.

Caleb shoved himself all the way back to her throat until her nose pressed against his belly. She rubbed her tongue along him as she moved her head back and then down again while she moaned against his marbled skin. She could taste his salty excitement each time her tongue passed over his tip.

Both of Caleb’s hands sank into Emmalyn’s hair as she swallowed his length down so greedily. The chain of lust rolled from one to the other and back again, with a constant high flowing through their blood. He concentrated on her part of the link, blocking out the others so he could gauge her limits. Measuring her that way, he had no qualms about forcing her head down and choking her with his dick for several seconds and before he let her go, only to repeat the process when she was ready.

Farrel couldn’t stop touching her. His hands swept up to her breasts, massaging and pressing them together, then pinching her nipples to twist them almost painfully. One hand ventured down to rub his fingers across her clit. His hips continued to pump his marbled length in and out of her bottom.

Mikael’s hands constantly wandered over her hips and thighs, leaving the rest of her to the others. The Elder moved at his own pace, furiously fucking her hot, velvety sex. He moved rapidly, slowing now and then to stab into her hard whenever he came dangerously close to spilling. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her and pulling her towards each of his thrusts.

Unnoticed to any of the mates, Ghor had slipped with his own lover to the patio. The girl looked nervous, even terrified, being in the presence of the elders and the two hunters she had lusted after for so long. She knew she had to tend to the elder and did not fuss when he forced her to her hands and knees in the seating area only feet from the bath. The girl was wet from inhaling the elder’s pheromones and she was no doubt grateful for that small favor when he brutally penetrated her from behind.

Ghor may have been inside a breeding female, but he focused all of his senses on Emmalyn’s scent. He inhaled the fragrance of her lusts, reveled in the sounds she made and the sight of her slight frame eagerly enjoying all three of her mates. In his mind, he imagined the breeder to be her. That he had the healer submissive in front of him. His thrusts were brutal, and he clamped a hand over the girl’s mouth to keep her silent.

Emmalyn’s eyes were closed, though she moaned as his fingers moved through her hair and grabbed twin handfuls. She felt him continue to hit the back of her throat until finally; she learned to tilt her head a certain way and let him slip past that point and down her throat. She stopped wanting to gag, though she couldn’t breathe either, though she trusted him unconditionally. Her head, moving her up and down his cock. She wanted to taste more of him, to swallow everything he could give her.

Farrel also had a portion of her attention. Part of her impassioned moaned was from his rough treatment of her. She wanted and desperately needed more. Each time that jolt of pain went through her, she felt herself moving closer and closer to her peak. She would have cried out with pleasure had her mouth not been busy. Her sex grew hotter and slicker as she got closer and closer. Emmalyn whimpered against Caleb’s cock, so very close to cumming.

Mikael had the last part of her mind, his hand grabbing and pulling her against him. She felt her thighs smacking against his hips as he pulled her hard and fast against him. His movements made Farrel’s cock jump and touch all the wonderful places deep inside her and pushed her over the edge.

Every muscle in her body tensed. Her velvety walls clamped down around Mikael as he piston inside her. As Farrel pressed in and out of her with such force, her ass tightened around him. Her mouth and lips held onto Caleb as the vibrations of her throaty screams tremor against him.

The female that Ghor used kept her eyes on Farrel and Caleb. She had long fantasized about being used by them, just as the elder was using her now. She had hoped to entice them both to use her at the same time. Farrel behind her as Ghor was and Caleb using her mouth as he was his mate. Hidden by the elder’s hand was a sneer of contempt for the young outsider that had not only claimed two of the most sought-after hunters, but an elder as well. Already the seeds of anger, envy, and jealousy were sprouting, even as her eyes rolled in her head as she prepared to the peak.

They came in a series of explosions. First Mikael, then Farrel, then Caleb. They spilled their seed inside her; the Beta drawing back enough to coat her tongue instead of her throat. He stroked his fist over his shaft to milk everything from him, then staggered down into the tub once more with a deeply satisfied sigh. The Elder was reluctant to let her go. So much so that he decided not to. He pulled her from Farrel’s arms without withdrawing from her and settled comfortably on the stone edge of the tub; his cock still hard and seed refilling at the rapid healing rate their kind had.

Mikael had not had his fill of her. Not when their first joining had been abruptly cut short. Not when he had gone without a mate for over a millennium. Farrel only muttered an incoherent protest but let her go and leaned his head back; his eyes slipping closed. Mikael held her on his lap with her facing him. One arm anchored firmly around her waist to guide her motions and move her incredibly slick pussy on him. His other hand wandered, tenderly squeezing her breasts in turn, then drifting up to caress the side of her neck.

“My perfect little mate,” he murmured huskily. “I want you to cum on me again... and again... Until you beg me to stop.”

Toren smiled as he watched the mates cum almost in unison. It was a wonderful thing to see them so in tune with each other. So easily pleased with one another. He longed for his own connection, even if he felt no great pull towards Emmalyn like they had. She was a beautiful woman and wouldn’t mind fucking her had she offered, but had no desire to be her mate. Perhaps with Mikael’s broken rules, he could find someone for himself. The thought pleased him and he watched the lovely human rock on the other Elder.