Page 293 of May: Bloom & Bane

“Ash—” Her face twists with pleasure.

“I want to keep you round and bred, ash’kaela,” he moans. “Isn’t that what you want? To keep those pretty pink nipples, puffy and leaking for us.”

Ash, I warn. Don’t push her over too fast.

She likes it, he shoots back. Our innocent little empath has a breeding kink.

He spreads her wider with our thumbs, her slick glistening in the firelight. He drags the tip of our tongue around her entrance before pushing inside.

She keens.

“That’s it,” he rumbles, fucking her slow on our tongue, his nose rubbing against her kísh with every thrust. “Open up for me. This perfect little body knows exactly what it’s for.”

His grip flexes possessively on her hip. Another contraction hits, and her belly tightens under his palm.

“Eden. Sweetheart,” he murmurs, attempting to distract her. “The faster you get this baby out, the quicker we can put another one in you.”

Lavásia blooms in the air. Every filthy word out of Ash’s mouth feeds it, so does the sight of her, swollen and dripping as we hold her down.

She breathes in a lungful of my pollen, and the loop snaps shut. Her arousal flares through the bond, spiking sharply, and that spike rolls straight back into us, winding Ashán tighter.

“I’m going to breed you again the second you’re ready,” he growls against her skin. “I’m going to watch your belly grow even bigger next time. Keep you pregnant and leaking for us.”

His tongue thrusts inside her, curling and lapping at every ounce of her valúsha. Her back arches off the nest, hands reaching blindly for our hair. Sensing her silent plea, a tendril of shadow surges forward, slipping between each of her fingers and lacing tight so she has something to hold onto.

Every fresh gush of slick soaks the cloud-silk.

Eden’s thighs tremble in our grip. “Need more, Ash. Please.”

He keeps our tongue buried deep for a moment longer, then drags it out in one obscene slide that leaves her clenching around nothing. He seals our mouth over her swollen clit and sucks in long, steady pulls. Two thick fingers sink inside her dripping lavína with no resistance. He curls them hard against her g-spot. Her walls flutter and squeeze.

“Ohh,” he purrs against her, the vibration making her kísh throb between our lips. “Someone is ready today.” His fingers scissor wide, stretching her open while he sucks harder on her clit. Eden’s thighs shake helplessly in our grip.

“I think you can take three. What do you think, Sage?”

“At least three,” I groan, watching her swallow his fingers greedily. “I want to watch her stretch around us.”

Ashán pushes a third finger in beside the first two. She sobs, her hips rocking down to take them deeper. He thrusts them steadily through her next contraction.

“Ohh, don’t stop,” Eden whimpers. “That feels sooo good.”

His knuckles slap wetly against her entrance while his tongue laps ravenously over her clit.

Our hips grind against the nest. My cock slides against his in slick drags over the soaked silk. Every thrust of his fingers makes her walls clamp down, and the taste of her slick flooding our tongue is pushing me right to the edge.

I’m going to come if you don’t stop, I groan. Her taste is driving me crazy.

Ashán lifts our mouth just enough to speak, his breath hot against her swollen, dripping core. “Sweetheart. Angel of mine. Light of my life,” he hums, fingers still pumping into her. “Sage is about to come. Do you want him to come inside you? Or the nest?”

Eden’s belly tightens with another contraction. Her thighs tremble around our shoulders.

“Inside me,” she gasps.

He pulls our fingers free with a loud squelch.

“Up, Saevúra.” My voice comes out rough. “On your knees for me.”

She blinks up at me, dazed and glowing. “But my belly⁠—”