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

  She offered him a hand.

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

  Inelius 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 to the pillowed floor. 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 like she had every right to take up the space. 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 Inelius.

  “…Is this okay?” she asked, her voice softer now.

  Inelius looked between the two lacravida women, then back down at her. He swallowed hard.

  “It’s more than okay,” he rumbled. “I just… don’t want to do anything you're not ok with.”

  Raine looked up at him lovingly, then gave him a gentle kiss. Turning to the two lacravida, she 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 softly, but didn’t pull away.

  Veolo leaned in and kissed her—not hard, but firm and knowing. Her lips brushed Raine’s with a low hum of satisfaction, fingers already finding the seams of the black top she wore. One tug, then another, and it fell loose around her shoulders. Veolo slid it off with practiced ease, eyes raking down the soft swell of Raine’s breasts, then trailing further along her synthetic skin and robotic legs.

  “You’re so smooth,” Veolo murmured, letting her fingers trace 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.

  And then Violet was in front of him, propped up on her knees atop the couch.

  She turned him to keep his eyes on the woman he loved.

  Her hands swept across his shoulders, firm and reverent, sliding down the thick ridges of his hide. “Gods, you’re solid,” she murmured.

  Inelius rumbled low in his throat, half flustered, half aroused, as Violet’s hands undid his clothing.

  “Veolo, you've heard the phrase ‘hung like a lazarco,’ right?” Violet asked as her fingers trailed his waistband.

  “Mmhmm,” Veolo moaned out, her lips locked on Raine's. She pulled out of the kiss just as Violet pulled his trousers down to let him spring free.

  He hung long, thick, dark red and glossy with a flush of purplish-blue at the base. The shaft was textured slightly, the ridges echoing 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 and said, “uh huh.”

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

  She began kissing down Raine's exposed torso delicately until she dropped to her knees, reaching the black skirt and pulling it down.

  Raine let out a gasp as Veolo buried her face. A moment later she picked Raine completely off the ground and put her back down against the couch, her ears never losing contact with the inside of Raine's thighs.

  Inelius bared his teeth slightly and groaned—low, deep, helpless—as he felt Violet's fingers curl slowly around the base of his thick shaft.

  Violet looked up at Inelius with a mischievous grin before giving the tip a slow, deliberate 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 like gravity itself couldn’t hold him steady anymore.

  Veolo’s ears flicked slightly, her head buried between Raine’s thighs, silver hair mussed and clinging to slick skin. Her hands gripped Raine’s hips firmly as her tongue worked 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 under her, hips jerking involuntarily, soft whimpers escaping her lips in stuttered bursts. “F-fuck—Veolo, I—ah—”

  Veolo didn't let up. If anything, she latched on harder, drinking in every twitch and breath like praise.

  Beside them, Violet grinned at Inelius and slid her hand down his length, gently dragging her nails across his knot.

  “Gimme,” she said greedily in a tone reminiscent of her sister.

  Inelius moved without a word—grabbing Violet's jaw and neck with his upper-right hand. He pushed her aggressively onto her back next to Raine on the wide lounge—he held 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 and kissed Raine deeply, and she moaned against him.

  Pulling back up, he ran a left hand up Veolo's back, coaxing her to a bent-over stand while she still tended to Raine. He placed a hand across Veolo's ass and pussy to move 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! St— stick your cock in her!”

  He growled—low and primal—and shifted his hips, brushing the head against Violet’s folds. She bucked up against him, her breath catching, already spreading wider to accommodate his size.

  He pushed forward, his shaft pushed deeper into Violet, inch by thick inch, her cunt stretching to take the girth, the ridged surface dragging along her walls. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering. “Gods, yes—yes, don’t stop.”

  Veolo broke away from Raine for a moment, her lips shiny, face flushed. She said nothing, but watched hungrily, biting her bottom lip, as Inelius’ left hand applied pressure between her legs.

  Inelius moved slowly at first, each thrust carefully measured, as one hand gently held Violet's neck, another steady on her hip. He started to pick up the pace, driving deeper now, 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 hard enough to lift her off the cushions. Her walls clenched tightly around him, milking every inch.

  The sight and sound pushed Raine over the edge, her legs clenching around Veolo's head as her hips bucked.

  Inelius withdrew and his pulsing cock stood 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 as she was bent over Raine, he dipped the tip of a finger into her and pushed her forward, until she was laying on top of Raine with their torsos touching. Their clits were an inch apart, any thrust he gave Veolo, Raine would surely feel while she lay buried in Veolo's chest.

  Slowly, he moved over and prepared to mount the silver-haired woman.

  Veolo was panting, and her body trembled as 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 in a gentle, grounding rhythm.

  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,” she whispered.

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

  Inelius groaned above them as he pushed the swollen head of his cock against Veolo’s entrance—slick, hot, already dripping in anticipation. Her body resisted at first, unfamiliar with the shape, the girth… but it didn’t matter.

  Veolo gasped, her nails digging lightly into the cushions as the first few inches forced their way in.

  “Shit—fuck,” she breathed. “That stretch—gods—”

  Raine wrapped her arms around her 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, her hooves scraping the rug beneath them.

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  He settled into a rhythm, thrusting slow and hard, letting the sheer size of him 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, who let out a trembling gasp every time Veolo’s clit bumped hers.

  “Inelius—fuck—she’s grinding into me,” Raine moaned. “Every thrust—gods, I can feel you through her.”

  He exaggerated a thrust. “Like this?” Inelius growled, his voice thick and hungry.

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

  That made him slow down—just slightly. His top hands ran soothing patterns down her back, but his hips never stopped.

  Then, from beneath Veolo’s chest, Raine's voice rang out, muffled by flesh.

  “I want it,” she said. “I can take it all.”

  Inelius’ breath caught.

  “Give me the first one, Baby.” Her tone was steady, flushed with heat but grounded. “Then they can have turns.”

  Veolo whimpered as Inelius gently slid out, her body twitching from the empty ache.

  Raine legs opened wide, glistening right below Veolo's entrance.

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

  Then the knot pressed against her entrance.

  It was too big. But she didn’t care.

  She reached down and grabbed his hand, squeezing hard.

  “Now,” she panted.

  He drove forward with a snarl, hips snapping once, twice—

  —until the knot finally popped inside her.

  Raine screamed briefly.

  Her whole body seized up, sparks of overstimulation crackling across her nervous system. Her core locked down tight, clamping around every inch, the knot swelling even further now that it was buried inside.

  Inelius held still, growling in pleasure, two hands holding Veolo's hips, pressing her down onto Raine.

  And then he came.

  His cock throbbed violently as thick, molten heat flooded into her. Raine cried out again, her mouth open in shock, arms trembling as the wave of 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. Couldn’t.

  They were tied.

  Veolo's hips swayed back and forth intimately as she waited, sandwiched between him and Raine.

  Eventually, the knot began to soften. Inelius shifted slightly, careful and slow, until he could finally withdraw.

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

  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,” she said, voice raw.

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

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

  Inelius opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak, Violet straddled his face and sat down with authority—legs wide, her hooves braced against the floor cushions, heavy tits swaying as she leaned forward.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, voice muffled.

  “That’s the idea,” she purred.

  Raine burst into breathless laughter beneath Veolo.

  Inelius didn’t need coaxing anymore. His tongue—long, dexterous, and now fully reengaged—slid between her folds, drawing a sharp gasp from the brunette above him.

  “Oh fuck—yeah, that's it,” Violet moaned, grinding down slowly. “Gods, he's good with that tongue…”

  Veolo shifted back into a sitting position beside Raine, licking her lips as she stared down at Inelius's gradually hardening shaft.

  The pheromones were kicking in, he was drowning in them between Violet's legs.

  And he was swelling again

  Violet's moans deepened, her hips grinding down over Inelius’s mouth as his tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles. Each flick sent a jolt up her spine. Her hands braced on his shoulders now, her long hair clinging to her flushed, sweat-slicked back as her breaths grew shallower

  But the moment her eyes caught his cock swelling back to full, her focus shifted.

  She grinned.

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

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

  Veolo blinked in surprise—then barked a short laugh. “Greedy much?”

  “Damn right,” Violet hissed, sinking lower, inch by inch, as her walls stretched once again around the thick, textured length. “You want seconds, you better earn it.”

  Veolo didn’t argue. She just crawled forward, slipped her leg over his head, and planted herself down on his face.

  Inelius groaned beneath them, his four hands springing into motion—two wrapping around Violet’s thighs, guiding her pace as she began to ride him, the other two gripping Veolo’s hips and pulling her flush against his mouth.

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

  Violet bounced steadily now, her thick thighs flexing with each motion as she took every inch he gave her, her pace fast, controlled, determined to reach that knot and claim it.

  Her tits bounced with each movement, the slap of her hips against his echoing through the lounge.

  Beneath her, Inelius twitched.

  He was close—again.

  “Come on,” Violet growled, looking down at him, sweat dripping from her chest. “Give it to me.”

  Veolo cried out above him, rocking against his tongue as her orgasm crested again, her voice high and cracked with pleasure.

  Inelius surged.

  The knot swelled harder, pushing deep into Violet’s folds as her walls squeezed tight around him. She rode it with pure abandon, panting, cursing, riding through the stretch and the fullness as she threw her head back and screamed.

  The knot popped in.

  He came again—less violently than before, but no less intense. Violet’s hips stuttered as she felt the rush of warmth flood her, her eyes wide, body twitching, held down by the swollen bulge locked inside her.

  Veolo trembled above him, 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, ears flicking erratically.

  Raine reached out a hand and linked fingers with Inelius. “That's my good boy.”

  He smiled back at her, out of breath.

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

  His eyes went wide.

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

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

  His dick was still inside Violet. Still twitching. Still fat with that swollen knot.

  But softening.

  Violet groaned softly as she eased herself off, the knot sliding free with another slick pop. A rush of warmth followed, dripping down her thighs as she flopped over onto the cushions beside Inelius, 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, hungry.

  “Come on Neely.”

  Inelius didn’t answer.

  He just looked at her—his pupils wide, his breath shallow, his body spent but coiled like a spring. He was past self-consciousness. Past holding back. Whatever part of him played gentle was running on fumes.

  His eyes went to Raine, as his chest heaved with deep breaths.

  She looked back at him lovingly and moved to kiss him. Passionately.

  “You can do it, Baby. You've got this,” she whispered to him.

  Raine kissed him once more, and as she broke it, he turned wildly on Veolo.

  He grabbed one wrist, pulled her down, got another hand on the back of her head, and suddenly her face was in the cushions.

  Veolo 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, glistening—Inelius positioned himself behind her, growing thick.

  “The fuck you waiting for?” she growled.

  A moment later, his tip touched her folds and he felt her shudder. He slowly pushed an inch in, then speared into her in one brutal thrust.

  “HAaaahhnngghh—” a low guttural noise came out of Veolo, her spine arching hard as her body stretched around him.

  “Fuck!” Veolo gasped. “That—fuck, yes—”

  He didn't give her time. He was slamming into her now, over and over, hips snapping hard enough to jolt her forward each time, only for his hands to yank her right back onto his cock.

  The ridges along his shaft dragged inside her, sending electric shocks up her spine. She was soaked—squelching wet, dripping with anticipation, with need, with a mixture of slick from all three women.

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

  Veolo couldn’t reply—her mouth was open, drooling slightly, eyes wide as she tried to breathe through the pounding. Her breasts bounced under her with every impact, sweat trailing down her spine. Her orgasm hit hard, sudden and blinding.

  But Inelius didn’t stop.

  His nails dug into her hips now, primal and possessive.

  He was growling—not words, not commands, just wild and feral noise.

  And the knot.

  It was slamming 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 arched hips and found her clit.

  “I—”

  “Do it Inelius.” Violet breathed. “Fill her up.”

  Inelius reached forward with one hand and grabbed the back of Veolo's head, first pressing her face down, then pulling her hair a moment later. As she arched up towards him, he reached another hand around her and grabbed a handful of her chest.

  His lower hands on her hips, he slammed forward one last time, and Veolo screamed as the knot forced its way in—too thick, too full, too much—

  —and perfect.

  She convulsed around him, her body locking down as the knot locked in, sealing her, stretching her wide open and keeping her there. She dropped to her elbows, mouth open in a silent cry, her entire body wracked with waves of uncontrollable pleasure.

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

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

  His entire frame stiffened above her, his cock jerking violently as he poured himself into her. The warmth flooded within her, setting off another orgasm she couldn’t control—writhing, twitching, shaking as she took every pulsing rope of heat.

  He didn’t stop until she went limp.

  Tied and knotted, Veolo lay slumped forward, panting like she’d run for miles. Her arms were trembling, legs twitching.

  Inelius collapsed over her back, still buried, still inside, 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 thick, satisfying, wet sound, then rolled onto his back. Raine curled into his chest a moment later, nuzzling into his collarbone. Her fingers trailed his torso, comforting him as his breathing gradually grew slower.

  They all lay there recovering.

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

  Soren and Aurania stood there, frozen mid-step, taking in what they saw.

  Then Soren relaxed slightly, turned to Aurania, and said, “I feel like a man dying of thirst watching another man drown.”

  Inelius laughed and laid his head back down, letting sleep take him.