Free The Whorehouse Oracle by Kelex Page A

others had left Artim feeling emptied, Khal made
him feel a peace he’d never expected. The rough strokes of his cock
from the beginning morphed into gentler, firmer pumps of his flesh
inside their mate. He was still a demanding lover, his pace
frenzied. His need was too great to hold back.
    He was being selfish yet again,
knowing he pushed Khal’s boundaries, but he needed Khal with a
fervor he’d never experienced.
    Khal reached up to cradle the side of
Artim’s face. “I want it all, Master.” Was Artim so transparent to
their mate? Something inside Artim broke; Khal had shattered him
and put him back together with the coaxing of his body. But it was
more than simply a physical connection. They’d become one. All of
them, all three of them, one.
    Smythe. He’d been left out of this,
and suddenly Artim felt shame for that. They needed to take Khal as
a triad as soon as they could. Artim needed to build that link with
Smythe.
    Artim leaned the side of his face into
the gentle caress, knowing their connection was healing him. He’d
been forced into this triad, forced to share … and forced to be
exactly where he needed to be.
    For the first time, he felt he
belonged.
    A weight came off his shoulders and he
gave all of himself to Khal with each and every plummet into his
body, not just the pain, but the happiness, the little bits of joy
he’d experienced in his life. Those things now belonged to Khal, as
he would be one of the sources of happiness in his life from this
point forward. He turned his head to kiss Khal’s hand, wanting to
somehow soften the fast and furious strokes of his cock. Because
Artim couldn’t slow.
    He’d too long waited for
this.
    Tyron suddenly yelled out and
stiffened under Khal. Seconds later, Artim could feel the hot
splash of Tyron’s cum filling their mate. Khal followed almost
instantly, his untouched cock jerking and spraying jism between his
and Khal’s stomach. The heat of Tyron’s seed, along with the spasms
of Khal’s ass around them, pushed Artim over the edge.
    His sac tightened in an instant, his
body tensing, and he came with a roar, filling Khal’s ass with its
second load of cum. Artim continued to fuck their mate’s ass,
milking every last drop of his huge load.
    When it was all over, and they’d all
been emptied, Artim looked down at Khal, still filled with both
cocks. Khal’s gaze was drowsy, his head lolling back against Tyron.
Artim leaned down to kiss Khal’s lips and whisper,
“Mine.”
     
    ****
     
    Khal smiled at the whispered word
coming from Artim’s lips. After all the months of visions of the
triad, he’d known all along he was theirs, but doubt had clouded
his mind at the start. Hearing Artim confirm what he’d known all
along made him fill with joy. From the moment the trio had rescued
him from the whorehouse, their fates had been sealed. Artim had
worried him, but now, all was as it should be. Now, he’d only need
to be claimed by the whole triad and they’d forever be
tied.
    He’d never thought he’d be worthy of a
triad. He still had niggling doubts. A whore was unclean, but these
two had helped to make him feel whole again. He only looked forward
to all four of them finishing what had been started.
    Artim slowly rolled to his side,
taking the two of them with him. Lying together, with both male’s
sluggishly withering cocks still inside him, he couldn’t ignore the
feelings of submission he now felt. Artim had shown his dominant
side, and hopefully that would be the start of more mastering. Khal
had liked being told what to do and he hoped they’d make more
demands of him.
    Better for him to hint at what he
wanted and see if they’d follow his meaning. “Master, have I
pleased you?” Khal lifted one of Artim’s hands to his lips and
kissed the knuckles as he looked at the male.
    “ Very much so,” Artim
answered drowsily.
    “ Good, because I’d hate to
be punished for not doing as you’d like. But then again, maybe