Page 210 of May: Bloom & Bane

Sage’s vines react, a thick tendril coiling around the base of my cock. It squeezes once, then guides the head to settle perfectly against her lavína. I drag her down onto me in one claiming stroke. Eden’s body responds even in its exhausted state. Fresh slick gushes around my cock, coating my shaft. My hand slides between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing hard circles while I thrust into her.

She’s so wet—from the flowers, from the squirting—that I slide in like I belong there. My cock throbs inside her, catching against the little swollen spot with every thrust.

The feral rush from her nectar builds higher and higher. The greenhouse fills with the wet sound of sucking and the slick slide of my cock slipping in and out of her.

“Look at you,” I growl against her throat, hips snapping, every thrust driving deep enough to make her whimper. “Already full of us, round with what we put in you, and still taking my cock like you need more.”

“Ash—”

“You do, don’t you?” My hand fists in her hair, tilting her face to mine so I can watch her fall apart. Sage’s hand splays possessively over the swell of her belly. “You were made to carry us. Look how good you grow what we give you, ash’kaela,” I pull her down to meet every thrust. “Already bred by two monsters and we still can’t stop filling you.”

Ashán, Sage groans. You can’t say things like that. I’m going to come.

“You feel that?” I press my palm over her belly. “That’s ním. You’re ním. Every part of you—this body, this pussy—every bit of you is ním.”

She comes all over my cock, clamping down so hard she drags me over the edge with her. I bury myself and spill into her.

“Take it all, Eden,” I snarl against her neck, thick ropes of come flooding her already-full lavína. Every spurt forces more of her slick out around our shaft, the overflow running down our thighs.

Nobody moves for a minute. Eden is draped over our chest. I’m still pulsing inside her, and Sage is panting as if he did the whole thing himself.

I can feel him stirring, the beginning of the shift taking over. My cock recedes, the cool bone of me drawing back as the green warmth of him rises to take its place.

My turn, Sage says, his vines flexing around her. Move over, Ash. I’m not finished with our girl.

He gathers her close, cradling the back of her head, and pressing his mouth to her temple.

“You did so well, luváel,” he murmurs, his voice thick with adoration. “So perfect for us.”

“Sage—” She slurs her words. “I can’t. I already⁠—”

“I know you did. Three times, and you did so good.” His hand smooths down her spine. “But I’ve been waiting, ílyen. Watching him have you. And I am aching for my turn.” A bloom unfurls against our collarbone, giving him away. “Let me in. One more. For your Vaelí.”

Her big eyes soften, the way they always do when she looks at him. She nods, and he slowly slides into her, filling her by inches until she’s gasping and stretched, clutching at us all over again.

“There she is,” he breathes, rolling deep. “That’s my girl. My sweet, soaked, perfect girl.”

You’re so sappy, I mutter, drifting in the warm afterglow of her.

He sets a rhythm nothing like mine. He gives Eden slow, devastating strokes until she’s making sounds she doesn’t have the strength to control.

“That’s it,” he whispers against her breast, his vines stroking up the trembling insides of her thighs. “I know you have one for me, Saevúra. I can feel it. You’re so close you’re shaking.”

“I can’t. Sage, I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” A bloom opens against her sternum where his mouth has been, leaving a faint dusting of lavásia on her skin. “Let me feel you come one more time. Then I’ll fill you up, and we’ll put you to bed, and you can sleep as long as you want. I promise. Just give me this. Give me one more, and let me take care of you.”

My come leaks out around him with each thrust, slicking his length.

“Do you need more help, ash’kaela?” I purr.

I don’t give her a chance to answer; I can feel exactly what she needs. A tendril of my shadow sneaks between her and Sage, finding her swollen clit and circling it slowly. She jerks, letting out a broken cry. Sage groans at the way it makes her clench around him.

“There it is,” I murmur against her skin. “Our angel just needed a little more.”

My vorí hand comes up to cradle her breast, thumb dragging over her puffy nipple, rolling and flicking it until she’s writhing on Sage’s vék. My shadow works her clit, and his hand rises to match what mine is doing on her other breast. I drop our mouth, grazing my fangs over the curve of her neck.

“B-bite me,” she gasps.