Raine slowly rose, the dim light catching the sheen of her skin as she set the notebook aside. Her eyes—vivid and alive with a flicker of nervous excitement—moved to Inelius. She offered him a hand.

  He wasn't sure how he felt the first time Veolo had asked. But now, he and Raine were both here. And she was inviting him to experience it together.

  He hesitated for half a breath, then let out a soft exhale and took her hand.

  Her fingers curled around his and she led him across the room. The closer they got, the heavier the heat in the air felt.

  By the time they reached the lounge, Violet was sitting upright, hair tousled, legs spread wide. Veolo was still sprawled beside her, legs dangling lazily over the edge, breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her posture was relaxed but alert like a lioness in the sun.

  Raine stopped in front of them and turned to face him. “…Is this okay?”

  Inelius looked between the two lacravida, then back at her. He swallowed hard. “It’s more than okay. I just… don’t want to do anything you're not alright with.”

  Raine looked up at him lovingly, then gave him a gentle kiss. She turned to the and lacravida said, “Go wild, he's great in bed. Just don't leave me out.”

  Veolo rose up to a seated position on the edge of the couch and reached forward to grab Raine's shirt, pulling her closer. Raine gasped, but didn’t pull away.

  Veolo kissed her, gentle but firm, a low hum of satisfaction radiating out. Her fingers found the seams of the black top—one tug, then another—and it fell to the floor. Veolo’s eyes raked down the soft swell of Raine’s breasts, then trailed further along her synthetic skin and robotic legs.

  “You’re so smooth,” Veolo murmured, tracing the seam between skin and metal. “Like polished glass.”

  Raine let out a shaky breath. “You’re not what I expected.”

  Veolo grinned. “Good.”

  Inelius watched the entire exchange, heat and tension building within him.

  Then Violet was in front of him, propped up on her knees atop the couch. She put her hands on him, turning him to keep eyes on the woman he loved while she swept across his shoulders. “Gods, you’re solid.”

  Inelius rumbled low in his throat, half flustered, half aroused, letting her undo his clothing.

  Her fingers trailed his waistband and she said, “Veolo, you've heard the phrase ‘hung like a lazarco,’ right?”

  “Mmhmm,” Veolo moaned into Raine’s lips. She pulled away just as Violet pulled him free.

  Long, thick, dark red and glossy with a flush of purplish-blue at the base, his shaft was textured with ridges that echoed his skin’s pattern. And at the root, a pronounced knot swelled, already half-formed, throbbing with latent tension.

  “Shit,” Veolo breathed, then looked at Raine. “You been taking that thing?”

  Raine nodded nervously. “Uh huh.”

  Veolo's expression turned devilish. “Show me where.”

  She kissed down Raine's torso, dropping to her knees and pulling down the black skirt. Raine gasped as Veolo buried her face. A moment later, she picked Raine up and laid her back against the couch, her ears never losing contact with inner thighs.

  Inelius bared his teeth and groaned, feeling Violet's fingers curl slowly around his base. She looked up with a mischievous grin before giving the tip a slow lick.

  Then she stood, leaned up, and kissed him—open-mouthed, hungry, her large breasts pressing against his chest as she tangled her fingers in the ridges of his back. He kissed her back, all four arms pulling her in.

  Veolo’s ears flicked, her head buried between Raine’s thighs, silver hair mussed and clinging to slick skin. Her hands gripped Raine’s hips, her tongue working in slow, circular strokes—methodical at first, then suddenly sharp and deep, like she was testing Raine’s ability to take intensity in waves.

  Raine writhed underneath, her hips jerking involuntarily, soft whimpers escaping in stuttered bursts. “F-fuck—V, I—ah—”

  She didn't let up. If anything, she latched on harder, drinking in every twitch and breath. Violet grinned and slid her hand down his length, gently dragging her nails across his knot. In a greedy tone reminiscent of her sister, she said, “Gimme.”

  He moved without a word—grabbing Violet's jaw and neck with one hand. He pushed her onto her back next to Raine on the wide lounge, holding her there.

  His lower right hand slid down Violet's thigh, spreading her wide to reveal the dripping mess she was already making. He leaned over, kissed Raine deeply, and she moaned against him.

  Pulling back up, he ran a left hand up Veolo's back, coaxing her to stand and bend over while she still tended to Raine. He placed a hand across Veolo's ass and pussy, moving with his natural motion as he began sliding back and forth across Violet's slit.

  “Fuuuck you,” Violet said. “I don't need to be teased, I need to be fucked.”

  He didn't comply, sliding the length along her once more.

  Violet gasped, then pleaded, “Raine! Make him behave!”

  “Inelius!” Raine breathed out, struggling to focus. “Down boy! F—fuck’er!”

  He growled, shifted his hips, brushing the head against her folds. She bucked up, her breath catching, already spreading wider to accommodate.

  He pushed forward, deep inside, the ridged surface dragging along her walls. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering. “Gods, yes—yes, don’t stop—”

  Veolo broke away from Raine, her lips shiny, face flushed. She said nothing, but watched hungrily, then flinched as his left hand applied pressure between her legs.

  He moved slowly at first, each thrust carefully measured, one hand on Violet's neck, another on her hip. He started to pick up the pace, driving deeper, the sound of their bodies coming together mixing with Raine’s moans and the wet suck of Veolo’s mouth back between Raine's thighs.

  The heat was rising fast.

  Violet was close already—her whole body trembling. “Inelius—fuck—I’m gonna—”

  “Let go,” he growled, burying himself to the base.

  His knot bumped her entrance, not quite fitting yet, but throbbing with each pulse of pleasure. Violet cried out as she came, legs locking around his waist, back arching enough to lift her off the cushions. Her walls clenched around him, milking every inch. The sight pushed Raine over the edge, her thighs clamping around Veolo's head, hips bucking.

  Inelius withdrew, his pulsing cock standing like a prize, waiting to be claimed.

  He stared at Raine, waiting to see if she wanted it.

  “I—I need a second,” she breathed out.

  Veolo was eyeing him like she was starving.

  One hand still behind her, he dipped the tip of a finger in and pushed her forward, laying her on top of Raine. Their clits were an inch apart, any thrust he gave Veolo, Raine would surely feel as well, buried in Veolo's chest.

  He moved over and prepared to mount the silver-haired woman.

  Veolo was panting, her body trembling. He Inelius lined up behind her, his four hands instinctively repositioning—two spreading her hips open, one braced on the small of her back, and the last tracing along her spine.

  Raine’s hands caressed Veolo’s sides, fingertips brushing over the soft swells of her breasts, her head almost consumed by them. “You’re shaking.”

  “I’m not scared,” Veolo replied. “I’m hungry.”

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  Inelius groaned and pushed the swollen head against Veolo’s entrance—slick, hot, dripping in anticipation. Her body resisted at first, unfamiliar with the shape, the girth—but it didn’t matter.

  She gasped, her nails digging into the cushions as the first few inches forced their way in. “Shit—fuck. That stretch—fffff—”

  Raine wrapped her arms around and kissed her collarbone, murmuring praise. “You’ve got this. Take him. Take it all.”

  Inelius gave her time—just enough—before driving in again, deeper now, the ridges of his shaft catching against her slick walls, dragging friction and heat with every inch. Her back arched, hips jerking. He settled into a rhythm, thrusting slow and hard, letting his size do the work.

  Each time he bottomed out, the base of his knot ground against her folds, teasing the inevitable. Every push sent a shockwave through Veolo’s core and into Raine beneath her. They both let out trembling, whimpering gasps as their clits bumped together.

  “Grind—ding,” Raine moaned. “Every—thrust. Shit.”

  “Like this?” He exaggerated a thrust.

  Veolo let out a strangled laugh, sweat running down her temple. “I c-can’t—take knot—I might pass out.”

  He slowed down, just a little. His hands ran soothing patterns down her back, but his hips never stopped. Beneath Veolo’s chest, Raine's voice rang out, muffled by flesh. “I want it. I can take it all.”

  Inelius’ breath caught.

  “Give me the first one,” she said. “Then they can have turns.”

  Veolo whimpered as Inelius gently slid out, her body twitching from the empty ache. Raine's legs opened wide, glistening right below Veolo's entrance.

  Without a word, Inelius angled down and slid into her—slow and reverent, until his full length filled her up. Raine arched, gasping loud as her walls stretched around him, her inner lining adjusting to the shape and pressure—

  Then the knot met her entrance.

  It felt too big, but she didn’t care.

  She reached down and squeezed his hand, panting, “Now.”

  He drove forward, hips snapping once, twice—

  —and it slipped inside.

  She yelped into Veolo’s chest, her whole body seizing up, sparks of overstimulation crackling across her nervous system. Her core locked down tight, clamping around every inch, the knot swelling even further. Inelius held still, growling in pleasure, two hands holding Veolo's hips, pressing her down.

  And then he came.

  His cock throbbed violently as thick, molten heat flooded forth. Raine cried out, her mouth open, arms trembling as the pleasure ripped through her. Her pussy fluttered around the knot, trying to milk even more from him—dragging it out, drawing it deeper.

  When it was done, he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

  They were tied.

  Veolo's hips intimately swayed back and forth as she waited, sandwiched between him and Raine. Eventually, the knot began to soften. Inelius shifted, careful and slow, until he could finally withdraw.

  Raine whimpered as the knot slid free with a lewd, wet pop. Her walls clamped, empty and still pulsing with the aftermath. A thick stream of release followed, slick and warm, spilling from between her legs.

  Veolo raised her head, dazed, her ears twitching. She looked back at him with hunger still burning in her eyes. “…I want to feel that.”

  Inelius chuckled, drained but smiling. “Give me a minute.”

  “No,” Violet pulled him down onto his back. “I'll get him going again.”

  He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak, Violet straddled his face. He tried to say, “Fuck,” but it was muffled into her flesh.

  “That’s the idea,” she purred.

  Raine burst into breathless laughter beneath Veolo.

  Inelius slid his tongue, long and dexterous, between her folds, drawing a sharp gasp from above.

  “Oh fuck—yeah, that's it,” Violet moaned, grinding against him. “Damn, he's good with his tongue, too.”

  He was drowning in pheromones between Violet’s legs, feeling himself swell once more.

  Violet's moans deepened, her hips grinding down as his tongue worked in slow circles, each flick sending a jolt up her spine. Her hands braced on his shoulders, her long hair clinging to her sweat-slicked back as her breaths grew more shallow. But the moment her eyes caught his cock swelling back to full, her focus shifted.

  “Oh, hell yes,” she grinned, scooting back. “I’m not wasting that.”

  She moved down, letting her breasts drag across his torso as she slid into place. Hovering above his shaft, she teased herself against the slick head for one long second before easing down onto it with a satisfied gasp.

  He heard Veolo bark a short laugh. “Greedy much?”

  “Damn right,” Violet hissed, sinking lower. “You want seconds, you better earn it.”

  A moment later, Veolo straddled his face.

  Inelius groaned beneath them, two hands wrapping around Violet’s thighs and guiding her pace as she began to ride. The other two gripped Veolo’s hips, pulling her flush against his mouth.

  “Ffffuck,” Veolo gasped as his tongue plunged deep, swirling inside her with maddening precision. “Oh—god—”

  Violet flexed her thick thighs, bouncing with a quick, controlled pace, determined to reach that knot and claim it. He could feel her soft chest against him, the slap of her hips on his ringing through the lounge.

  Inelius twitched.

  He was close.

  “Come on,” Violet growled. “Give it to me.”

  Veolo cried out, rocking against his tongue as her orgasm crested.

  Inelius surged.

  The knot slipped into Violet, swelled harder, and she squeezed tight around him. Locked in place, she half-grunted, half-screamed, panting as her hips stuttered and he began to cum again. It was less violent than before, but no less intense, the rush of warmth filling Violet as her body shook and twitched.

  Veolo trembled, moaning brokenly as his tongue never stopped moving. The whole room was drenched in heat, pheromones, and the sounds of satisfaction.

  When it was over, Violet collapsed forward onto his chest, still impaled, still twitching. Veolo slumped sideways off his face, her breath shallow, one ear erratically flicking. Raine reached out a hand and linked fingers with Inelius. “That's my good boy.”

  He smiled back, completely out of breath.

  “You're not done though,” Raine said.

  His eyes went wide.

  “You can't leave her out.” Raine looked at Veolo. “Careful, he might be feral in the third round.”

  Veolo blinked slowly, still catching her breath beside him, flushed and glowing. Her silver hair clung to her temples, chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths.

  His dick was still in Violet, still twitching, still fat with the swollen knot.

  But it softened.

  Violet groaned, easing herself off, and the knot slid free. A rush of warmth followed, dripping down her thighs as she flopped onto the cushions, satisfied and dazed. Veolo sat up, straddling his thigh, her fingers trailing along the thick length, slick with Violet’s release.

  Her voice was hoarse and hungry. “Come on Neely.”

  He didn’t answer.

  He just looked at her—his eyes heavy and breath shallow. He was past self-consciousness and holding back. Whatever part of him played gentle was running on fumes.

  His eyes went to Raine.

  She gazed at him lovingly and passionately kissed him. “You can do it, Baby. You've got this.” She kissed him once more, and as soon as she broke it—

  He grabbed Veolo’s wrist, pulled her down, got another hand on the back of her head, and shoved her face into the cushions. She let out a shocked gasp, followed by a breathless laugh.

  His lower hands found her hips, then shoved her legs wider. Her ass was lifted high, exposed and glistening. He positioned himself behind her, growing thick.

  “The fuck you waiting for?” she growled.

  His tip touched her folds and he felt her shudder. He slowly pushed in the tip, then speared her.

  “HAaaahhnngghh—” a low, guttural noise was muffled by the cushions as Veolo’s spine arched. “Fuck! That—fuck, yes—”

  He didn't give her time, slamming into her over and over. His hips snapped hard enough to jolt her forward, only for his hands to yank her right back. She was soaked—squelching wet, dripping with anticipation, need, and a mixture of slick from all three women.

  Violet lifted her head just long enough to smirk. “You gonna take it all?”

  Veolo couldn’t reply—her mouth was open, drooling, eyes wide as she just tried to breathe. Sweat trailed down her spine, and he felt her orgasm hit hard.

  He just kept going.

  They’d asked for it, and he dug his nails into her hips, growling with a wild and feral noise.

  The knot slammed into her entrance over and over, stretching her with each thrust, demanding to be let in.

  “I—” Veolo gasped. “I don’t—don’t think—”

  “Yes you can,” Raine whispered. She reached under Veolo's hips and found her clit.

  She said something, but it was nowhere near a word.

  “Do it Inelius.” Violet breathed.

  He reached forward, grabbed the back of her head, pressed her face down, then pulled her hair back. As she arched up, he reached another hand around to grab a handful of her chest.

  He slammed forward.

  Veolo screamed.

  She convulsed around him, her body locking down with the knot inside. She dropped to her elbows, mouth open, her entire body wracked with waves of pleasure.

  He felt Violet's hand behind him, her nails gently caressing his balls.

  He bit Veolo's shoulder and came with a roar.

  His entire frame stiffened, cock jerking, pouring himself into her. She came harder—maybe again, it was hard to tell—writhing, twitching, and shaking.

  She went limp.

  Veolo slumped forward, panting like she’d run for miles. Her entire body trembled.

  Inelius collapsed over her back, still buried, the knot swollen and locked tight. There was silence for a long, long moment—just panting, soft moans, and the sound of spent, satisfied bodies draped across pillows and each other.

  He softened and slid out of her with a satisfying, wet sound, then rolled onto his back. Raine curled into his chest, nuzzling into his collarbone. Her fingers trailed his torso, comforting him as his breathing grew slower.

  “Don’t worry about the mess,” she breathed. “I’ll deep clean everything… after a nap…”

  They all lay there recovering.

  When Inelius had almost drifted to sleep, he heard the common room door slide open. His eyes snapped wide and he lifted his head. The three women did the same.

  Soren and Aurania stood there, frozen mid-step, taking in the sight with furrowed brows. Then Soren’s shoulders relaxed, and he turned to Aurania. “I feel like a man dying of thirst watching another man drown.”

  Inelius laughed loud, laid his head back, and let sleep take him.