“You like that,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I barely manage to reply through heavy breaths.

He makes another circle on my clit, harder now, the rhythm matching V’Lor’s thrusts.

“More, yes, oh fuck!”

I shatter under his expert fingers, shaking and clenching through the waves of pleasure.

“So tight,” V’Lor rumbles behind me, his thrusts growing harder.

“Beautiful,” H’Aart says and kisses me again.

He pulls me closer, so his thick erection is pressed to my belly. I rub against him the best that I can but we both need more.

“Fuck me. Please”

“Of course,” he says with a smile then lines up his cock with my pussy.

I use my hands to help guide him in. I’m already slick with desire. I think he’d slip right in if his cock weren’t so girthy, but since it is he has to take it slow. After several short strokes, he can finally fit himself in and he celebrates by thrusting into me harder.

“Ahhhhh!” I cry out because this is the best, most intense moment of the ritual, when I’m completely filled, and my body’s still trying to accommodate the incredible size of them. Every time it happens it’s shocking, because it seems like it should be impossible. One simple human shouldn’t be able to take this much. But I can. And I do. And it feels unbelievable.

It’s also when they start moving together, wordlessly communicating so that their actions are perfectly synced. They deliver each thrust so it makes the maximum impact, our lust and excitement building and expanding in perfect harmony. This is the biggest difference from my life before. Not the sex (even though it’s incredible) but the connection to my mates, the feeling that we are joined body, mind, and soul.

Their thrusts are growing jerky now, their breaths heavy, as each of our orgasms are coiling within us. V’Lor kisses the back of my neck and grasps H’Art’s shoulder. H’Aart grips V’Lor’s ass and kisses my mouth. My arms are wound around their bodies, so I can’t quite tell who I’m touching. Because we are one, and we’re all about to come. And it’s going to be cataclysmic.

V’Lor comes first, as is often the case, overwhelmed by the shared pleasure and joy. The sound of it, the feel of it, sends H’Aart tipping over the precipice. For me, it’s the feel of their hot cum flooding my insides that drives me over the edge. I come knowing that I’m going to be feeling it for the rest of the day, sore, sticky, and delicious.

We hold each other close even after the last wave of pleasure subsides. Soon we’ll be bathing, eating, and getting on with our lives. But now, for this moment, we enjoy this perfect, messy connection, the unbreakable, unbelievable bond that has blessed all our lives. It’s the best treat I could imagine.

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Hi Jen! How’s it hanging?

I am missing you a ton, but things are amazing out here. You MUST come visit. Or maybe I can visit you in a few months. Who knows? I’m so glad you got the fax machine working in your office. My only regret about being here is not being able to spend more time with you (and the snacks, they’re just not the same out here).

Tell me everything about what’s happening in your life! Have you found love? Is your job going well? Everything here is better than I could have dreamed. I can’t wait to see you soon and also get my hands on some homestyle treats. It will be so sweet when we’re together!

Love you always,

Miranda

The End

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