“Oh, Andorra, you’re so hot and tight. You always take away my control. I want to take all day to show you I appreciate you, to fuck you very slowly, but once I’m inside you my dick takes over,” said Kingston.
Raleigh was pleased Kingston was being so honest with her. It was a complete turn-around from how coldly controlled he’d been up until now. This was the real Kingston, a considerate and caring lover. He was always a Dom, always a Master, always in control, but also always respectful of his partner, ensuring she had an excellent orgasm.
Andorra twisted her hips, wiggling in the most erotic way imaginable. “That’s all right. I’m in a hurry, too. I want you both to fuck me.”
Raleigh and Kingston pulled out together, then pushed back in together. Raleigh had to work hard to control himself. He just wanted to pound into her until they all came screaming in release. But he was prepared to do his best to maintain the rhythm Kingston had set, so that the orgasm was even better for Andorra. It was time she became their priority. It was important to put her first now and make this good for her. Up until now everything had revolved around proving no one was taking advantage of Kingston. But it was plain Andorra was an innocent bystander, so they needed to show her who they really were. A couple of men who adored her who just happened to be werewolf shape-shifters as well.
Gradually Kingston increased the speed of their thrusts into Andorra, and Raleigh broadened his stance, bending his knees on the upstroke to fill her until his balls pressed hard against her flesh, before pulling back out of her heat until just the head of his cock remained inside her. In and out they pumped, gradually moving faster and faster, until Andorra was fidgeting between them, breathing heavily.
Pressed so hard against her back, Raleigh could feel every breath she took, as well as the fresh sweat gluing their bodies together. “I love you, Andorra,” he whispered into her ear, before biting the lobe.
As he bit her Andorra’s body began to shake, and her internal muscles gripped his dick so hard he had to close his eyes and breathe through his mouth so he didn’t explode on that instant. Once her shaking died down, Kingston ordered, “Again, Andorra. You can do it. Come again.”
Raleigh and Kingston slammed into her now, fast and hard, using the same unison strokes as before. Kingston’s back was bouncing against the wall, and Raleigh was glad it was his friend taking the pounding not himself. But all his concentration was on pleasing Andorra. He petted her hips, licked and sucked along her shoulders, flicked his tongue over her ears and her jaw line, and then it happened. She began to orgasm a second time. Raleigh relaxed and let his seed spurt from him, jetting into her over and over again until he’d given her every drop he had.
They rested against the wall for a while, all breathing heavily, then Raleigh pulled out of her ass and Kingston let her slide to the ground.
Raleigh hurried into her bathroom to turn the shower on before noticing there was only the one towel. Oh well, too bad. They’d manage.
* * * *
Andorra knew she needed to talk to Master Kingston about either leaving, or getting a job, or both. But when Raleigh said he’d brought a picnic and Master Kingston told her to get dressed, she was so excited and happy about spending time relaxing with them, she decided to wait before she spoke.
They hiked away from the building in yet another different direction, Raleigh leading this time. He was carrying a backpack so she guessed their picnic was inside it. She still had plenty of salad left, although it was looking a bit wilted. The bread was starting to get a bit stale, too, but it would be fine if she could borrow a toaster. But surely they wouldn’t lock her in her room again so soon. Well, she needed to speak up. Likely it was time for her to leave the mountain no matter how much she’d rather stay with the men. She wanted to be with them very much. She knew there was something special about them, but her days as a sex slave had ended. It’d been quite challenging and also had forced her to think about herself and what she wanted to do with her life, which was all good. But it was a season, an event, and it was over. Now she needed to move on. Her preference would be to a get a job here, on the mountain, where she could still be with the men. But if that wasn’t an option and they only wanted a sex slave, she would leave.
Master Kingston had always given her the choice to stay or go before every step of their involvement together. She knew he would do so again. But this time she needed to be strong and say “no more”.
Andorra liked being outside on the mountain again. The sun was still warm, but she knew winter was coming. Already some of the leaves on the trees had started changing color as fall progressed. She followed Raleigh through some trees, over rocky slopes, and up to a huge collection of rocks. “We climb up here,” he said.