Erik added more lube to his fingers and continued his preparation, taking his sweet time, enjoying the anal play. I could do nothing but wait, but I was enjoying the view. Enjoying seeing our mate between us, getting all our attentions. Loving it. Loving us.
I hadn’t spoken the words, but there was no doubt. She had our hearts as much as we had hers.
Erik nodded to me, breaking me from my romantic notions.
“She’s ready. That’s right, love,” Erik said, coating his cock liberally with the lube. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She nodded, her dark hair sliding over her shoulders as Rolf popped free from her mouth. “Yes,” she whispered. “Do it.”
“Do you accept us as your mates, Sophia? Because this is forever,” I said.
Her eyes met mine, and though they were glazed with passion, I saw a strange curiosity there. “Is this the claiming ceremony?”
“Yes,” Rolf told her, touching her cheek. “There’s no going back, love. We’ll be yours forever.”
“Yes,” she repeated. “I want you. All three of you.” Her hips jerked over my cock and I gritted my teeth as I felt the large bulk of Erik’s cock slide inside her body.
“That’s my cock, relax,” Erik instructed. “Deep breath. Good, let it out. Yes, like that. Once more. Good, yes, I’m in.”
Sophia groaned, her eyes falling closed, allowing her a moment to savor the feel of two cocks. I knew Erik’s pre-cum seeped into her, easing the claiming. She wanted it, but the additional seed power would make it even better for her.
She was ours, completely. The claiming had begun. There was no going back.
She was ours.
Our mate.
Our future.
***
Sophia
Erik pressed forward, spreading me open with his huge cock. The sharp sting faded to an agony of sensation. I’d never been so full. So fucked.
Gunnar’s cock was balls deep in my wet pussy, so large and demanding that I’d nearly had an orgasm just from the feel of him stretching me open.
With both of my mates buried deep, I looked up into Rolf’s eyes, golden Rolf, and smiled. The taste of his pre-cum lingered on my tongue, the burning heat of it down my throat proof that I was not immune to his seed power, to the chemical cocktail in his seed that made me a horny, crazy mess. “You want in on this action?”
He looked confused by my Earth slang, but took me literally. “Yes, mate. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth.”
I imagined some unsuspecting woman walking into a bride processing center on Earth and reliving this. Gunnar beneath me, playing with my breasts as his cock filled me from below. Erik behind me, his cock in my ass, making me burn, and writhe, and feel pinned. Helpless. Conquered in the most elemental way imaginable. And Rolf looking down on me with so much longing, such lust, that I could no more deny him than cut my own heart from my chest.
These men were mine. Mine. Forever. And I’d give them anything they wanted. Anything they needed.
With a grin, I circled the tip of Rolf’s cock with my tongue and watched him tremble as I teased him.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Don’t tease him, mate. Suck his cock.” Erik’s palm landed on my ass with a sharp crack and I cried out, jerking forward to escape him. But Gunnar’s hands had returned to my hips, and he held me in place as Erik spanked me, his cock buried deep, right next to Gunnar’s. I’d never been so full. So stretched.
The added sensation of the stinging on my bottom was too much, and I tried to escape, but Gunnar held me in place as Rolf shook his head, dangling his cock in front of my face, rubbing pre-cum on my lips. “Do you want us to stop?” He leaned over as I licked my lips clean, enjoyed the burn of his essence on my tongue. He pressed his lips to my ear. “Or do you want us to come inside you, fuck you raw until you lose control, until you scream?”
He knelt before me and all three of my men stopped moving, waiting for me to answer. Stop now? Or let them fill me, take me. Claim me. Fuck me until I lost my mind.