Free The Whorehouse Oracle by Kelex

Tyron’s and just inside the tight
entrance. “I know you’re untried, but I can’t wait. If it’s too
much, tell me. I won’t hurt you more than you can
stand.”
    Slowly, inch by inch, Artim surged
into Khal’s body, Khal moaning with each length, his body taut,
like the string of a bow. Tyron slowly pumped his hand along Khal’s
cock, trying to help ease the pain with the taste of pleasure. Khal
cried out a few times, but was able to take them both.
    When Artim was as deep as he could go,
he released a long, shuddered breath and paused for a moment.
Tyron’s body shook with the need to move, to fuck their mate like
he’d never been fucked before, but they needed to let the male
accept their dual insertion before letting loose. And even then,
they’d need to be careful and watchful of Khal’s needs.
    Khal’s eyes were closed tight, his
heart beating so rapidly Tyron could feel it against his own chest.
Sweat beaded along Khal’s brow and made his skin
glisten.
    “ Are you alright?” Tyron
whispered in Khal’s ear.
    “ It’s almost too much.
Almost. And yet, not nearly enough,” Khal said. “The pain makes me
feel alive, but please, give me a moment.”
    Finally, after what felt like hours,
Khal moved his hips. The silent plea for more was all either of
them needed. Artim pulled out and crashed back in, Tyron joined him
on the next blow.
    Khal met them stroke for stroke. The
oracle held on to Artim’s heavy biceps as if he were holding on for
dear life. His head rested on Tyron’s shoulder, his body taking
their pounding. Moans came from his lips one after another, the
volume telling them what he liked most. Their mate was made for
them, taking their cocks deep even though he’d never been taken as
such.
    Tyron worked to keep up with Artim,
who was like a male possessed. He took Khal roughly, stretching the
oracle’s ass wide with every stroke of his cock. Tyron wished he
could see where the three of them met, their two cocks deeply
embedded inside their mate, but the sensation was more than
enough.
    There was also the tie to Artim now.
Tyron glanced at the male, knowing how hard this must be for him.
Artim must have sensed Tyron watching and looked up to meet the
stare. Something softened in Artim’s gaze, and Tyron knew they’d
bridged a gap that had always been there before. Khal had brought
them closer, not driven them apart as Tyron had worried.
    Now they only needed Smythe to make
this claiming a full one. Khal was theirs, forever.
    Not that they’d necessarily
asked.

Chapter Eight
     
    Artim knew what Tyron’s stare meant
and couldn’t fight the truth in it. They were full triad brothers
now, having taken the mate that was theirs. That look had made him
realize together they’d shared something that changed their world
forever, and Artim knew the experience had been all the better for
the passion they’d just shared. He’d not have felt this sense of
belonging had Tyron not been there, no matter how tied he felt to
Khal.
    All his fear of sharing Khal had been
for naught. Together, they were pleasuring their male in a way
greater than Artim could have alone. Together, they’d continue to
please him, master him, and protect him from harm.
    Together, as it should be.
    Artim nodded to Tyron, words
impossible in that moment. At least to Tyron. Later, they would
talk. Now, the only talking would be about pleasure, and their
mate. Artim looked down at Khal, the source of his greatest
pleasure.
    “ Look at me, little one,”
Artim growled, needing to see the male look at him. “I want to see
you looking at me when you come again.”
    Khal obeyed Artim’s demand. He slowly
lifted his lashes to stare at Artim. Artim’s body tensed further as
their link intensified with that look. He pumped his body, his
pain, his passion, everything he had into the male. Khal took it
all and returned it, the pain diminished and the passion
heightened.
    Artim gave it all and Khal took it,
without fear. When