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of the ceremony.
    Just thinking about pleasuring her men, taking their thick cocks in her mouth and swallowing their seed, made her nipples harder. Rough fingers grasped a pebbled nipple between his fingers and twisted. The pleasure-pain made her groan. She bit her lip, desperate and hungry. Needy. A warm mouth covered the tip of her breast. Another mouth latched onto her other breast. She wanted to reach out, run her fingers through her mates’
    hair, hold them to her, but all she could do was accept their attention.
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    cream seeped from her pussy, preparing her cunt for her mates. They didn’t tell her not to make noise. It was one rule they never tried to implement. They probably knew it would be unfair to expect her to remain silent during such an onslaught.
    Fingers delved into the moist flesh between her legs. She squirmed on the altar, raising her hips, grinding against them as she sought her release. Only a few more strokes and she would finally have sweet release. On the edge of climax, the fingers left her. Warm breath caressed her thighs and she gasped. Her flesh tingled as hot air bathed her erect clit. A warm wet tongue delved between her folds, suckled on her clit.
    She felt one of her men straddle her chest, felt a hard cock press against her lips. She knew what was required, looked forward to pleasuring her men.
    “Suck my cock, la nisa .” Fane’s voice grated was low, rough with need and desire. It made her feel powerful, strong.
    Laynee opened her mouth, wanting, no needing, to feel Fane’s cock between her lips. Even blinded, she’d know Fane’s cock, the texture of it, the length and width. She could picture it in her mind exactly. She knew his very scent. She laved the weeping slit, swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum. When his groans 82

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    became desperate pleas, she took his length between her lips, worked his cock until he reached the back of her throat.
    Sayre ate at her pussy, his mouth working between her legs like a starving man sitting before a banquet in his honor. The slurping noises echoed through the glen but she felt no embarrassment, just love. Love for her mates. She groaned as he suckled her clit, raising her hips the best she could tied down as she was.
    Fane grasped her hair, held her to him as he thrust into her mouth. She did her best to take his full length down her throat, swallowing both his cock and her pooling saliva as he drove into her mouth. She caressed him with her tongue, wishing she could reach up to fondle his sac. She wanted to show him just how much he meant to her, touch him, caress him, love him.
    Her climax grew closer and the world around them was naught but a hazy memory. Nothing existed in this grove beyond her mates. Her thighs quivered. Her back arched, desperate in her need to get closer to Sayre as he continued to lap at her cunt.
    “I’m going to cum now, la nisa .” She knew she needed to swallow his cum, take his essence into her and she did so willingly. Jets of his creamy semen shot down her throat. She gulped the thick fluid, knowing they were one step closer to 83

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    becoming bound triad mates. He thrust deeply into her mouth groaning out his release before pulling his spent cock from between her lips. Fane climbed off her and loosened the bonds on her wrists while Sayre released her ankles. She’d give anything to remove her blindfold so she could look into her mates’ eyes, but she knew the time had not yet come. Battling back her disappointment, she waited for the next phase of the ritual.
    Once her mates had released the binding and helped her stand, they led her a few steps away. Raising her hands above her head, they secured them with the restraints that still bound her wrists. Even knowing that she would be trussed, when she hadn’t seen any sort of restraint devise when they entered