Chapter Thirty Eight

Fire, then pressure. Mind-blowingly satisfying pressure.
Through the haze of euphoria induced by Rory's bite I could detect Bastion's back and forth movements. He was slow and careful. He would push forward an inch, then back out. Then, an additional inch, then back out. Each time would elicit another, even louder, moan from me. I didn't expect it to feel that good.
I felt like he was stretching me, filling me, possessing me in every sense.
He stopped once he managed to bury himself completely, letting out a strangled growl.
"Fuck, it's tight." He said through gritted teeth, moving his claws to grip my hips. He was fighting his wolf, that much was obvious.
Rory's chest was rapidly rising and falling when he broke his hold, then moved to suckle over my healed flesh, his hot breath warming me in a delightful way as he went to palm my breasts.
Seemingly annoyed by the fabric of my bra, he quickly moved to unclasp it, and I helped to remove it fully. I wanted him to touch me.
The feeling of both of their hands cherishing me simultaneously was unlike I'd ever imagined. I felt loved, worshipped even.
"I'm going to move, baby." Bastion warned, and I eagerly nodded, out of breath myself. I felt the cool trickle of more lubricant on my ass before feeling the pull of my mate unsheathing his cock.
"Ahh... Bastion, that's so... Fuck!" He rammed himself back into me.
"Easy." Rory warned, kissing and nibbling at my jaw.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" It didn't hurt, per se. It was just startling. I shook my head, rocking my hips back to meet his.
He started moving again, this time picking up his pace slowly until reaching a comfortable and pleasurable rhythm.
The more he moved, the more his claws caused blood to trickle down my hips and onto Rory's naked body beneath me.
"Shit, baby. Rory, you have to do it now. She's going to make me come."
Rory ceased his massaging of my breasts, rolling me over as soon as Bastion slid out of me.
Bas looked like he had just run a marathon and had one hand on his hip while the other gently stroked his glistening manhood. It was such a glorious sight that Sella fought for release.
"No." I growled at her. Rory cocked his head as he slid off my panties.
"Her wolf." Bastion clarified for me. Rory smirked.
"I see. Maybe next time, Sella." He replied, kissing my thigh before tugging my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed.
Sella was swooning over the fact that he had remembered her name, and thankfully bowed out.
I expected him to pull me back on top of him and start again right away, but he didn't. Instead, he gripped my knees and spread my legs wide, continuing to kiss up my leg until reaching my pussy.
"Rory..." I moaned, burying my hands in his long dirty blonde hair. He groaned, sucking my clit between his teeth.
I was so caught up in the movements of his tongue that I didn't even notice Bastion climbing onto the bed beside me. His hand snaked up my belly and in between my breasts as his lips found mine, and as soon as his electrifying touch made contact with my nipple, I released.
"Shit, shit..." I growled, my hips bucking against Rory. He pushed my thighs back down, continuing his ministrations through my orgasm.
It was overwhelming.
I reached out for Bastion, pulling him over to me and biting onto his shoulder to stifle my screams of pleasure. Wave after wave hit me, and I wondered if it would ever end. My muscles were aching from tension and I was trembling.
"P-please." I begged, trying to close my legs. Rory finally receded, panting with his lips coated in my come.
"We are going to make you come over and over again, baby." Bastion whispered as I melted into the sheets, trying to regulate my breath so I didn't pass out.
Oh my. How many times were we talking, here? Anticipation was bubbling in my core.
"I want both of you, now." I slurred in lust. They glanced at each other momentarily before nodding.
Then, much to my surprise, Bastion lowered himself on the bed to where his knees were hanging off the edge, pulling me on top of him.
They were changing roles.
Bastion offered his hands to help lower me onto him, which I accepted, feeling my freshly soaked pussy stretch around his cock. A consequential moan escaped me.
I turned back to see Rory dousing himself in lubrication, rubbing it into his dick with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
Bastion adjusted his hips ever so slightly so that his tip rubbed against my womb, creating a strange but pleasurable sensation. "God, Bastion." I groaned, placing my hands on his sculpted stomach. He chuckled.
"I haven't even done anything yet." He was laughing at me. I leaned forward, giving his nipple a punishing bite.
Surprisingly, instead of flinching, he arched his back, letting a deep growl tumble from his teeth.
"Mm, seems our wolf King is a bit of a masochist." Rory chimed, his voice low and smooth. He was right. Bas was panting from my gesture and his cock swelled inside of me.
A swift smack to my ass made me jump, and Rory grabbed onto my hips to maneuver them to accommodate his height.
"You look good with his cock inside you, stretching you." *Oh goddess, Rory*. That had to have been the dirtiest thing he had ever said. I was more eager than ever to have them both.
He answered my unspoken plea by lining himself up behind me, running his finger over my anus, then pushing in his tip.
"Oh god." My shaky voice grounded and my hands sought refuge in Bastion's hair, increasing my pull the more Rory eased into my ass.
I could no longer think, just feel. Fire and electricity were dancing with one another in my groin, a rapturous tango that elated my entire being, body and soul. They were holding me, filling me, consuming me. Loving me.
It took a moment for Rory to move, and I imagined it was because he was feeling similar passions, but once his hips began to rock, I was lost again.
My teeth latched onto Bastion's ear and his claws drew blood down my back.
"Fuck." He choked out.
I was going to come. It had been no time at all and I was already overtaken, emotionally and physically.
My back arched as I clamped down on both of their cocks, but they quickly withdrew themselves through my cries of ecstasy.
Bastion's arms wrapped around me, holding my trembling body to him while Rory's fingers expertly extended my climax, rubbing against my clit at a torturous speed.
Loud breathing filled the room along with my strangled and distorted moans.
Once I came down from my high, I was flipped to my back beside Bas with Rory already climbing between my legs. He didn't speak a word, just buried himself inside of my swollen pussy.
I cried out again, gripping the sheets. He moved to sit back on his legs, holding onto my hips as he began to move again, watching me with his hooded red eyes.
Bastion gently gripped my chin, turning my head and capturing my lips as he kneel beside me. His other hand went to massage my breast, and my left hand instinctively sought after his delicious cock.
Rory sped up, then slowed down, his inconsistency keeping me on the precipice of release as I pumped my mate. Bas groaned and growled into my mouth while Rory started to talk.
"Taste him, love. Suck his cock like you did mine. Suck him off while I fuck you."
I didn't know how he managed so say so much through his panting, but his request was heard loud and clear.
I tugged Bastion by his member and he broke our kiss, looking me in the eyes to ask if I was sure.
"Please. I want to taste you." I pleaded, and his gaze darkened. He managed to lower his large frame above me just enough for me to capture him between my lips. He tasted like apple cobbler and a little bit of my come.
It was tangy, leaving me to believe that it was our connections that gave us our unique flavors.
I wanted the sweetness. I wanted his come.
"Yes, love. Yes." Rory groaned, picking up his pace.
I suctioned onto my mate and he moved his hips to meet the back of my throat. "Fuck, Aria. Come for us, baby."
The tightening of my walls numbed me as my body convulsed, my legs pulling in Rory's hips for his release as my teeth bit down on the rod in my mouth.
He seemed to enjoy it, though, since my action led to my throat being filled with his delectable seed.
I drank it up lazily, too exhausted to focus on doing much else.
Bastion collapsed beside my head while Rory on my chest, his heavy breaths tickling my nipple.
We layed like that for several minutes, Bastion combing through my sprawled hair and Rory tracing the swell of my breast with his pointer finger.
"Was it good? Did it satisfy you?" Rory mumbled.
"More than you could ever know." Which was the only way I could put it.
It wasn't pornographic or logistically complicated as I'd feared it would be. It was passionate, full of love and adoration, combining our hearts into one.
I knew from that moment on that I could never be complete without my mate and royal by my side.