Claimed by Her Mates(19)

“We will move now, so that you do not know who it is that touches you.”

They left me standing alone for several seconds, pacing across the room and coming back to me one by one. I did not know whose hands went to my breasts. I gasped as I was kneaded and caressed, thumbs brushing over my hard and aching nipples.

Another set of hands slid over my belly, my hips, then down the outside of my legs. One hand hooked my knee and I was forced to step wider. That same hand worked its way up the inside of my thigh to my pussy. He wasn’t quick about it, but he didn’t linger either.

“So pink.”

“Pretty nipples.”

“Full pussy lips.”

I couldn’t tell who was talking, for their voices were the same, but I shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny.

“I will mark her now.” I could hear the sound of one of them stroking his cock. It was distinctive even over the thrumming of my heart.

“Guys, I’m not sure—”

“And this. She is adorned beautifully. So smooth. So soft.”

Someone touched my clit and my hips jerked at the intensity of it. It was sharp and bright and powerfully arousing. “Oh, God, what… what was that?”

“You do not have clit rings on Earth?”

I stilled for a moment as I processed what he said, and the feeling of soft lips on my body. A clit ring? A finger slid over my pussy.

“I have no hair,” I said, more to myself than to the three men as a finger slid over me unhindered. I was completely bare. While I had shaved and kept my pussy trimmed neatly, this was something else entirely.

The mate kneeling before me pressed me with fingers and lips and the heated glide of his tongue. “Your pussy lips are smooth beneath my fingers and very pale. You are pink, and swollen, and glistening with sweet nectar.” But I struggled to focus on his words because it wasn’t his words that held my focus, it was the pull of his kiss on my new clit ring. I had not seen the ring, but I knew of them. I imagined his tongue circling and sucking at the tiny circle of metal that had been inserted into the hood. He flicked his tongue over it gently and a pulse of pleasure spread from there to my core, to tighten my nipples and make me gasp. It was very sensitive.

“I’m not going to last watching her like this,” one of them said as he continued to stroke himself. I could hear the meaty glide of his fist over his cock, the recognizable sound of a man pleasuring himself. His hand began to move faster and he stepped closer.

“I’ve never… I mean, a ring, why?”

The one kneeling before me continued to play with the clit ring with his tongue as his hands moved to the insides of my knees, pushing them wider so he could gain better access, could stroke me with the full length of his tongue. Could fuck me with the exploratory tip and suck.

My knees buckled and strong arms caught me from behind as the sensual assault continued on both at my breasts and on my core. The man at my back pressed his hard cock to my ass, his thick voice filling my ear. “All mated women are adorned this way. It makes fucking much more pleasurable. More important, there will be no question, by any male, that you belong to us.”

“Touch me,” the voice behind me growled. Unable to resist his command, I reached behind me and wrapped my small hand around his very thick and swollen shaft. Fluid seeped from the tip and down over my fingers. It was hot and slick and it felt incredible as it touched my skin. “Harder, mate. Make me come.”

I did as he bid, for I couldn’t help myself.

Would I always feel the clit ring as I walked? Would it always make me aroused?

“Squeeze me hard. Do it now,” he growled.

I felt his cock buck and jerk in my hand as thick ropes of cum shot from his engorged shaft, landing on my ass and the curve of my lower back. It was warm against my skin. Pulse after pulse, it landed on me. He exhaled once he was spent and the three men froze around me as if waiting for my reaction. I’d never before had my body marked by the wet crisscrosses of cum.

I let go of his cock and while he’d just released his essence, it was still hard. As I released him his hands shifted from my waist to smear his cum over my ass like lotion. “Can you feel it?” he whispered.

I frowned, thinking his actions odd. Most men would get a cloth and wipe the seed from me, but he coated my ass with it, even slid down and ran his slick fingers over my folds, mingling our fluids.

Wherever he touched I felt a warm glow, as if he were spreading a medicinal cream designed to heat my skin. Between my legs, it was even hotter, making my clit pulse and ache. My attention centered on his large, blunt fingers—glistening with his seed—gently moving between my legs and over my ass.