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“I want you inside me. I want to feel that
big cock of yours deep inside me.”
    Artim let out a deep groan.
    “ Come for me, oracle. I
want to see your cum streaming from your cock.”
    Khal cried out; the force of the
orgasm slammed through him quickly and without warning. He aimed
the seed to his abdomen, milking his cock with tight pulls on his
shaft. Artim rose with a growl and added his own seed to Khal’s.
The male sent a heavy, hot load of cum from his cock. Khal moaned,
immediately needing more. He wanted to touch and taste the
male.
    The sliding door of the room glided
open. Tyron stood staring, shock written on his face.
    Artim glared at him. “Get in here so I
can fuck our mate.”
     
    ****
     
    Tyron slowly stepped into the room,
knowing how flighty Artim could be. But seeing Khal lying there,
caressing his own flesh, was more than Tyron could be expected to
take without having the chance to touch the male as well. His cock
instantly grew hard and the thought of sharing Khal with his
brother was exciting. Especially the fact it was Artim, the one
brother he’d never really forged much of a connection
to.
    “ You’re ready to share him
now?” Tyron asked.
    Artim growled. “I can’t touch him
without you, it seems, or he’ll start seeing visions. So get to it,
Tyron, before I change my mind.”
    Tyron walked to the side of the bed
and slipped in behind Khal. Khal relaxed against Tyron’s chest and
turned his head, his lips seeking Tyron’s. Tyron claimed the
oracle’s mouth, spearing his tongue inside and tasting the
male.
    Artim rose and pulled his leather
pants down past his hips. He grasped the root of his cock and
pumped his fist up and down the length. “We’ll enter him
together.”
    Tyron’s eyes opened wide, his teeth
gnashing together as the vision those words brought to mind slammed
into him. His cock got even harder, his sac tightening. Tyron
reached into the basket beside the bed and pulled out a tin of
lube. Spreading some over his fingers, he reached down Khal’s
chest, past his cock, and smeared the oil along Khal’s tight bud.
“He’s unused. He needs to be prepped.”
    Artim gnashed his teeth together.
“Then fill him and stretch him for us.”
    Khal moaned at the touch, his body
stiffening against Tyron’s. “Please, Tyron. Hurry.”
    Tyron’s fingers shook as he applied
more of the lubricant on his own cock before tossing the tin to
Artim. His triad brother covered his cock and then tossed the tin
to the floor. Tyron knew it was pushing Khal too far, too fast, but
the need betwixt them was too great to ignore their
pleas.
    “ Enter him. Slowly. I want
to watch you stretch his ass wide,” Artim said lowly as he
continued to pump his thick cock.
    Tyron didn’t waste any time, sensing
Artim’s control was at its limits. He lifted Khal up slightly onto
his lap and pressed the head of his cock against the rim of Khal’s
entrance. Khal cried out as a fraction of an inch disappeared into
the void and stopped against the thick band of nerves holding him
tight.
    “ Go on. Claim him for us,
Tyron.” Artim’s breathing was heavy, his eyes half-lidded with
lust.
    Tyron lifted his hips and released
Khal’s weight some to allow the oracle to slowly sink onto Tyron’s
cock, at the pace Khal wanted. Khal’s head fell back as Tyron
entered him, a long, languid moan coming from his lips. The sound
was beautiful to Tyron, a song he planned to bring to Khal time and
time again.
    After a few measured strokes, Khal
took all of Tyron’s cock inside him. The oracle was impaled and
breathing hard through the pain he more than likely felt. Tyron
didn’t move, allowing the male to grow accustomed to the feel of
his cock, knowing there would be little time before more pain was
added.
    Artim couldn’t seem to be able to wait
another moment. He crawled onto the end of the bed and angled his
cock head to Khal’s entrance. Kneeling before Khal’s body, Artim
pressed his cock against